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Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - death of loved one,, age gap

Chapter 2

The fog was so thick on the Autobahn back to Wiesbaden that I didn’t get home until 2 a.m. My parents had waited up, wanting to know everything that had happened. I told them Matt was a gentleman, that he was funny and entertained his friends all night, and that I’d had a wonderful time.

The next day in school, I couldn’t concentrate. My thoughts were entirely on Matt. I tried to recall every word he’d said to me, every song he’d sung, every look in his eyes as he’d gazed at me. I went over and over our conversation. His charm was captivating. I told no one. Who would ever believe that just the night before, I’d been with Matt Sturniolo?

I never expected to hear from him again. Then, a few days later, the phone rang. It was Steven. He said he’d just got a call from Matt, who wondered if it was possible for Steven to bring me over that night. I was ecstatic. “Steven, you don’t mean it? He wants to see me? Why? When did he call?” Unable to answer all my questions, Steven said calmly, “You want me to ask your father?”

My parents were as surprised as I. They reluctantly acceded to Steven’s request.

The next visit was very much like the one before—small talk, singing, Matt playing the piano, and everyone eating Grandma’s favorite dishes. But later, when Matt had finished singing, he came up to me. “I want to be alone with you, y/n.”

We were standing face to face, staring into each other’s eyes. I looked around. The room was empty.

“We are alone,” I replied nervously.

He moved closer, backing me against the wall. “I mean really alone,” he whispered. “Will you come upstairs to my room?”

The question threw me into a panic. His room?

Until that moment, it hadn’t crossed my mind that Matt Sturniolo might be interested in me sexually. He could have any girl in the world. Why would he want me?

“There’s nothing to be frightened of, Honey.”

As he spoke, he was smoothing my hair. “I swear I’ll never do anything to harm you.” He sounded absolutely sincere. “I’ll treat you just like a sister.” Flustered and confused, I looked away.

“Please.”

Standing there looking into his eyes, I was drawn to him almost against my will. I believed him; it wasn’t a difficult thing to do. I had discovered by now his intentions were warm and sincere. Moments went by and I still couldn’t do anything. Then I nodded. “All right, I’ll go.”

He took my hand and led me toward the stairs, whispering which room was his, and said, “You go on ahead, and I’ll join you in a few minutes. It looks better.”

He headed toward the kitchen as I slowly climbed the stairs, wondering, What would he demand of me? Expect of me? I will be completely alone with him for the first time. Since meeting him I had dreamed of this moment, sure that it would never arrive, and now I was in the midst of a reality I’d never expected.

I reached the second floor and found his bedroom. It was as plain and impersonal as the other rooms of the house. I went in and sat down primly on a stiff-backed chair—and waited. When Matt didn’t show up after a few minutes, I began to look around. It was an ordinary room with nothing unusual, certainly nothing to imply that it belonged to a famous rock-and-roll singer. There were books, a collection of records, his uniforms, and his boots. There were several letters from girls in the States on his night table. Many were from someone named Nicole. Matt rarely mentioned Nicole, but everyone knew he had a girl back home. I wanted to read the letters but was afraid he’d catch me. It was another twenty minutes before he finally appeared. He came in, removed his jacket, turned on the radio, and then sat down on his bed. I hardly looked at him, petrified of what he might expect. I imagined him grabbing me, throwing me down on the bed, and making love to me.

Instead he said, “Why don’t you come over here and sit next to me?” I was reluctant, but he assured me that I had nothing to be afraid of. “I really like you, y/n. You’re refreshing. It’s nice to talk to someone from back home. I miss that. It gets a little lonely here.”

I sat next to him, saying nothing, but I was touched by his vulnerable, boyish quality. He went on to say that our relationship was going to be important to him and that he needed me. It was October and he was scheduled to return to the States in six months. He knew lots of girls, he said, and many had come to visit as I had, but I was the first girl with whom he felt a real closeness.

I cuddled into his arms, certain he would not move too fast. He held me closely, saying, “I just wish Mom could have been here to meet you.” He sighed and a troubled look came over his face. “She would have liked you as much as I do.”

“I wish I could have met her,” I whispered, moved by his sincerity.

I was to learn that Matt’s mother, Mary Lou, was the love of his life. She had died on August 14, 1958, at age forty-two, of heart failure following a long siege of acute hepatitis.

He expressed how deeply he loved and missed her and how in many ways he dreaded returning to Graceland without her there. It had been his gift to her, a private estate that he’d purchased for $100,000 a year before she died.

Matt believed that his mother had eventually given up on life. Her health had begun to deteriorate when he was drafted. Her love for James and Matt was so great that she could never face the loss of either of them and often said she wanted to be the first to go. In Mary Lou’s naive, country way she assumed that Germany still represented war and danger. She could never comprehend that peacetime conditions now prevailed.

It was Matt’s habit to phone Mary Lou every day. I was surprised to learn that up until the time he began entertaining, he never spent a night away from home. He told me of the time his car caught on fire while on the road and he barely escaped with his life. Although she was miles away, Mary Lou sat straight up in her bed and screamed his name—the intuitive link between them was that strong. Her concern for his welfare while he was away from home was so great that she would spend sleepless nights until his call came, telling her he was safe.

When he was in basic training at Fort Hood, Texas, he rented a house off base for James, Mary Lou, and Grandma. I felt that her death affected him more than anyone could fully understand. He blamed himself for not being with her when she fell ill and had to be sent back home to Boston under a doctor’s care.

In time he realized that Mary Lou had resorted to drinking, and he was very concerned that this could become a problem. As much as he consoled her, assured her that he would return in eighteen months, and even begged her to join him, Mary Lou’s fear of losing her only son drove her to her grave.

Matt’s unrelieved depression over Mary Lou’s death was intensified by the conflict in Matt’s mind over Angela Stanley, who James had met in Germany. Angela and his father had become inseparable shortly after Mary Lou’s death, too soon to Matt’s liking. An attractive blonde in her thirties, Angela was in the process of divorcing her husband and was separated from him and her three children when she started dating James. The thought that his father could ever conceive of replacing Mary Lou upset Matt terribly. He also had doubts about Angela’s intentions and whether they were in his father’s best interest.

“What’s Angela trying to do?” Matt sometimes asked suspiciously. “Make him into some dude he’s not? Why can’t she just accept him the way he is? I’ve never seen him so lovesick. She meets him at some restaurant and exchanges love notes all day.”

My heart went out to Matt that night as he confided his problems and worries. He was a world-famous entertainer, a great star, and yet a terribly lonely man.

Again our visit seemed to end too soon. He kissed me goodbye, my first real kiss. I had never experienced such a mixture of affection and desire. I was speechless but closely tied to the reality of where I was—locked in his arms, my mouth against his. Aware of my response—and my youth—he broke away first, saying, “We have plenty of time, Little One.” He kissed my forehead and sent me home.

By our fourth date, Dad had laid down the law: “If you want to continue seeing Matt, we’re going to have to meet him.” My parents weren’t so enthralled with his celebrity status that they were willing to compromise their principles. In the beginning it was convenient for Steven to come for me and bring me home, but by now my parents were asking why Matt didn’t do this himself. One Saturday night I said to Matt, “My parents want to meet you. They want you to pick me up.”

He bristled. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” I said nervously, “I can’t come see you anymore unless you come and meet my parents.”

He agreed—provided he could bring his father along.

That day I went through my usual routine except instead of being ready one hour in advance it was two. I waited by the window, looking for his car as I played his records“Old Shep,” “I Was the One,” and “I Want You, I Need You, I Love You”—nonstop until my father yelled from the kitchen, “Do you have to play those records now? My God, the man will be here in a few minutes and you see him practically every night. I’d think you’d want to take a breather from each other.”

I was nervous. I knew that Dad wanted Matt to both pick me up and bring me home himself—and he planned to tell Matt this.

I didn’t know how Dad was going to approach him—whether he planned to be friendly or stern—and I knew only too well how stern Dad could be. I sat there, anticipating the worst.

About an hour later, I spotted Matt’s BMW and saw Matt and his father emerge from the car. Matt had come totally prepared; he was wearing his uniform to impress Dad. He knew that the service was their connection, and he played on it. He looked great.

He took off his hat and kissed me on the cheek. I asked him and his father in and led them into our living room, where Matt fidgeted and seemed, for once, at a loss for words. “Are your parents here?” he ventured. I could manage only a nod and he continued, “I know we’re a little late, but I had to get cleaned up—and we had some trouble finding the place.” I was amused—imagine, Matt Sturniolo making up excuses. I was now sufficiently aware of his habits to know that it took him three hours to change, chat with the boys, enjoy one of Grandma’s huge meals, and sign a few autographs along the way. Except when he was working, he had a stricter attitude toward time.

While James settled on the couch, Matt pointed to our family portraits on the wall and said, “Look here, Dad—here’s y/n with her whole family. I think she looks like her mother. Can’t see too much resemblance with her brothers or sister—they’re still a little too young.” “Don’t cut your hair, Baby. I love it long like this. You’re one pretty girl. How’d I happen to run into you? Must be fate.” The last few observations were uttered in a whisper to me as my parents came in.

Instead of saying, “Hi,” as most young men would have done, Matt put out his hand and said, “Hello, I’m Matt Sturniolo and this is my dad, James.”

It sounded silly to me, they knew who he was, as did the whole world. But Matt was the perfect gentleman. My father was visibly impressed, and from that moment on, Matt always addressed him as Captain y/ln or Sir. This was characteristic of Matt, whatever a person’s position in life—whether doctor or lawyer, professor or motion-picture director, unless someone were in Matt’s immediate circle, Matt rarely used first names, even in dealing with people he’d known for years. As he once explained to me, “It’s simple. They’ve worked hard to get where they are. Someone should respect them.”

The conversation with my parents that night was just small talk. Matt said that he’d spent a busy day at the Kaserne and this led to an exchange about the service.

“What did they assign you to over here?” Dad asked, implying that it had better be a solid job if Matt wanted to take out his daughter.

“Sir, right now I’m basically driving a jeep for the Fourth Armored Division in Bad Nauheim.”

“That can be tough this time of year.”

“You’re not kidding, sir. We’ve had some pretty cold nights out there already. I have to be especially careful. I battle tonsillitis when my resistance gets low, which isn’t good for my voice.”

“I guess you’re looking forward to going home.”

“Yes, sir. Only five more months.”

Then Matt asked my parents how they liked being stationed in Germany.

“Very much,” Dad said. “We plan on being here for three years.”

There was a sudden silence. Then Dad offered dinner, but Matt said they didn’t have time. I sat attentively, observing Matt’s uneasiness and remembering his relaxed manner in his own home. He was on his best behavior and it was endearing. Mother was reserving judgment about this rock-and-roll star she had professed to dislike so much. I could see that his Southern charm was winning her over.

Finally, my father got around to explaining to Matt the y/ln dating rules. If he wanted to see me, Matt had to pick me up and bring me home. Matt explained that by the time he got off duty, went home, cleaned up, came to Wiesbaden and back, the evening would be gone. Would it be all right if his father would collect me?

Dad mulled this over, then expressed his concern. “Just what is the intent here? Let’s face it: You’re Matt Sturniolo. You have women throwing themselves at you. Why my daughter?”

Both Matt and James were caught offguard. James shifted from one side of the chair to the other, probably thinking, Okay, Matt, how are you going to get out of this one?

Matt said, “Well, sir, I happen to be very fond of her. She’s a lot more mature than her age and I enjoy her company. It hasn’t been easy for me, being away from home and all. It gets kinda lonely. I guess you might say I need someone to talk to. You don’t have to worry about her, Captain. I’ll take good care of her.”

Matt’s honesty disarmed Dad, just as it did my mother. I joined Matt as he stood, picked up his hat, and added, “Well, sir, we’ve got a long drive.”

There was one stipulation: Matt himself had to bring me home. He agreed, reassuring them that I would be well taken care of, that there were a lot of family members at his house. He could have ridiculed Dad’s request, yet he agreed to take me home every night. I was thrilled but contained my excitement. He really wanted to be with me.

The next night, when Matt brought me home, we parked in front of the pension. He poured out his heart to me, as he would continue to do throughout our time in Germany. He was lonely. He was unsure of how he would be received by his fans when he returned to the States.

When he’d entered the Army, he had been at the pinnacle of his fame. He’d recorded seventeen straight million-selling singles and had starred in four films, all of which had become box-office hits. When Matt was drafted there had been talk of him possibly joining the Special Services, where he could have sung and retained some rapport with the public. But Colonel William, his manager, and RCA were convinced that he should serve his country as a regular soldier, claiming that the public would respect Matt as a man if he went in as a buck private. Now Matt was afraid he might have lost the support of his fans.

While we were parked, one of the Frauleins who lived in the pension passed the car. She greeted me and then, when she glanced at Matt, her mouth dropped open in disbelief.

a/n - i know this is a slower paced story but its solely based off the book. there will be quite a lot of chapters and time skips so don’t worry too much! 🎀

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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respectthepetty · 5 months

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15 Questions

Tagged by @italianpersonwithashippersheart and @pandasmagorica

1. are you named after anyone?

Yes. First name is after my cousin's imaginary friend because my parents were wild. Middle name is after the song I was conceived to because my parents were really wild.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Externally? I joke that I haven't cried since 2009, but I really think that is the last time I cried. Internally? Every single fucking day.

3. do you have kids?

Oh, Lord, no.

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

Basketball, volleyball (horrible at it), fast-pitch softball, but I love watching all live sports.

5. do you use sarcasm?

Strange story, but many educators have to get "empathy training" because we do not understand declarations of self-harm to be serious. We think they are sarcastic comments. I think as an aging millennial, sarcasm is all we have, so we do not recognize when someone else is being serious. So . . . yes, I use sarcasm.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

Vibes. I travel alone, so if the vibe ain't right, I'm out.

7. what’s your eye color?

Very dark brown

8. scary movies or happy endings?

Happy Endings. Both kind. *wink*

9. any talents?

Navigation and directions. Stick me anywhere, and I will find my way to where I need to go. Metro, bus, interstate, walking. Doesn't matter. I will figure it out. Also driving. I can drive loooong distances and any vehicle is my friend, which is why I got a ticket on the autobahn because I was just vibin' in the Audi at 150 km.

10. where were you born?

Japan

11. what are your hobbies

Traveling, especially for live music. I've seen hundreds of artists individually and have been to almost fifty music festivals. Some of my favorites are Austin City Limits (Austin), Electric Daisy Carnival (Las Vegas), Lollapalooza (Chicago), Country Music Awards Fest (Nashville), Osheaga (Montreal), Ultra (Miami), Primavera (Barcelona), Mad Cool (Madrid), and Pa'l Norte (Monterrey, México). Some of my favorite venues are Meow Wolf (Santa Fe), Red Rocks (Denver), and Fenway Park (Boston), and I had a ticket to see a concert at the Palace of Versailles in France for May 2020, then everything went to hell in a hand basket. But strangely, I saw Bad Bunny, Big Freedia, and French DJ Gesaffelstein in 2020.

I could talk for hours about music, but I'll stop with this picture (not mine because none I took came out good) of Gesaffelstein who dresses like this for his shows with an all black background and all black equipment. Ah-maze-zing.

12. do you have any pets?

Oh, God, no. I'm a Disney villain. I don't mess with animals. Or plants.

13. how tall are you?

5'9" (This is a good country song too)

14. favorite subject in school?

Languages & Literature, which is why I teach English now.

15. dream job

What I'm doing now. Teaching. Except I would like to grade less than ~150 essays every month, but education is a mess right now, so y'all be nice to your professors.

#fifteen questions #tag game #I hate tagging people #so if you see this‚ consider yourself tagged

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madelineswrld09 · 1 month

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bubblegum and gasoline- bill kaulitz

synopsis- Rumi, a 20 year old russian girl, lives in germany in a highrise apartment in the center of berlin. one night she visits berlin's most famous race track.

warnings- underage drinking, smoking, swearing (will be smut, etc is other parts of story.)

A/N- comment if i should post another part :) this is set during bills 2009-2012 eras you pick

part 1- off to the races

I woke up to the sound of cars swerving through the autobahn. it was about 5 in the afternoon and i had just woken up from a nap. my brunette hair was messy and my bangs were greasy. i still smelled of a cheap perfume from last night's outing. my friend lilya had stayed over, and was sprawled out on the floor of my cold apartment. i tapped on lilya's shoulder in an attempt to wake her. " u up?" i ask. "sure" she woke up and stretched her arms. we both looked sickly and had dark purple circles under our eyes because we were hung over.

lilya had invited me to go to the racetrack with her boyfriend and some friends. i get a trill out watching the cars speed past me, the whole experience gets me going.

i reluctantly get up to shower. i enter my bathroom, "jeez" i whisper under my breath. i look like shit. i turn the water on and step into my shower.

after my shower i dry my hair and put on a beige cargo skirt and a brown leather jacket. lilya helps me put a small braids on each side of my hair. for shoes i lace up my adidas campuses. lilya doesn't even bother to take off her makeup from last night, she just touches it up. she wears a pair of ripped jean shorts, levi 501s to be specific and a leather racing jacket. her blond hair compliments her olive skin. i spray on my cherry perfume and pop a piece of bubblegum in my mouth and in my leather bag i put a lighter, some cigarettes, perfume, my flip phone, and pack of original bubblegum.

"so what's the racetrack we're going to again? and how are we getting there?" i ask lilya. "well it's called adria international raceway, aka AIR. it's super cool, most famous people and high status nascar drivers go there. my boyfriend matteo and his friends are picking us up in a bit. "sounds good." i say. my hangover is still pretty bad but i can't resist a night out. me and lilya smoke a cigarettes outside my apartment while we wait for matteo to come and get us. it's about 6:00 now, and 90 degrees. matteo speeds onto the side of the rode and we hop in his ferrari. he is accompanied by me and lilya's friends Katelyn, Katrina, francie, Lukas, and adrian. i sit on katrina's lap since it's crowded.

as we speed through the autobahn, crystal castles blasts on the speakers and my hair is caught in the wind. i soak in this euphoric feeling. we pull into the race track and find a spot on the bleachers close to the racetrack. Matteo has friends that race so we get good spots. i sit on right of Katrina and lilya. 20 minutes has past. over the speaker, the race caller anounces, "willkommen to adria international racetrack. he is calls out all the racers as they line up. 1..2..3.. go! the race caller announces over the loud speaker. i pop the bubblegum in my mouth as i watch the cars speed past me. the wind catches my hair. i smell of gasoline, bubblegum, and cherry.

a hour has past since the race started. lilya and katrina went off to get some food and talk to the hot racer guys on the side lines. i stay and stand up to flim on my disposable camera. my brunette bangs blow in the wind and i can see my skin start to tan. i blow the bubblegum in my mouth. to my right, a man with black hair and eyeliner stands beside me. i turn my head, while still blowing my gum. he had a perfect side profile, and smelled of a sultry vanilla and gasoline. "im bill" he says. his eyes on the racetrack. "rumi" i reply. "first time here?" he asks. "first time at AIR." but not my first time at the races. i say. i turn my camera off to stop filming and put it in my bag. he turns his head to look at me. "nice jacket you have on" he complimentes me. "thanks, i like your outfit. i say." his eyes are a dark brown, his skin is pale. he's wearing jeans and a leather jacket. he smiles back at the compliment. "who u here with?" he asks. "some of my friends. i point to matteo, francie, luka and adrian who are passing a bottle of vodka around. my other friends lilya, katrina and katelyn went to get food.

bills pov

she smells of bubblegum, cherry and gasoline. it attracts me, a feeling of euphoria rises against me as her scent blows in the wind. her brunette hair and wispy bangs flow through the wind. my brother tom and band mates gustav and georg are flirting with the girls over on the far middle of the bleachers. i pull out a cigarette and take a puff. "my brother n band mates are over there" i say. "band mates?" she asks. "yeah, heard of tokio hotel?"

rumis pov

holy shit. i'm so hungover i didn't even realize i was talking to THE bill kaulitz from tokio hotel. i act calm and try to pretend i don't really know him. "shit, yeah ive heard of you guys, i love your music!" i say trying not to freak out. "thanks, he says warmly blowing out his cigarette smoke.

lilya, katrina, and katelyn come back. when they see that i'm with bill, they siltenly try not to freak out. "bill, this is lilya, kat, and katelyn, i indrodude them. "yes, we know who you are, kat laughs." bill smiles. "nice to meet you girls." the girls and the rest of my friends stand by me and bill getting drunk off of vodka. "wanna meet my brother tom and my band mates?" bill suggests. "yeah sure!" i reply. we walk on the side line to where they are. i watch bills side profile as he walks. something about him just gets me going.

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x you #smut #girlblogging #fanfic #bill kaulitz fanfic #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel fluff #bill kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz fluff #georg listing x reader #bill kaulitz x female reader

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existslikepristin · 9 months

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Yooo. I know I've had more than 100 votes before, but hitting 100 exactly is pretty sick

Anyway, this is a short installment for hopefully obvious reasons. The poll will run short too, since I'm going to have plenty of time to write tomorrow

Tags: NSFW, S.M.U.T., genie, anal

(Story Index)

About those exotic places

“Uh…” You pat Joy's tits as one might when they can't think of a response. "Yes. I was just thinking about exotic places to keep fucking. The kitchen table is a bit boring and I don't know why I even thought to—”

Joy pouts. “Oh don’t say that, master! Fucking my ass on the kitchen table for a second time in a row is a very good idea. You’re super creative and made a very good choice!”

You slow your thrusts down and glare. “That sounded a little patronizing.”

“Oh, never, master!” Joy puckers her lips. You know it’s more condescending shit, but you do stare at her lips a little too long. Damn they look good. You wonder if you should kiss her. You’ve already fucked her ass and groped her boobs, so it seems relatively normal. You’d have expected to kiss her before all that other stuff in any normal situation.

Those lips… her tits… the ass that’s squeezing you so perfectly… The rest of her body… Yeah, this is worth the occasional-to-frequent verbal jab.

“Still thinking about a new place?” Joy asks with a raised eyebrow, clearly having realized that you’re ogling.

Options:

Fuck, right. Exotic… uh, Germany? Yeah, the autobahn would be a crazy place to fuck!

No, that’s not crazy enough. Maybe… Chernobyl! A destroyed nuclear reactor!

Okay, that’s too crazy, actually. Calm down and fuck in a bathroom… in a club?

That’s too easy though. And cliche. How about your old school…? At night, of course.

Um, weird choice. That would be immature… unlike a movie theater.

That’s not any better! No, a mature person would… go to the grocery store.

That might get you arrested… Wait, with this magic stuff, you could fuck in a police station.

None of these ideas are exotic! Go to Africa… no, too hot. Just go to the zoo.

Shit, these ideas all suck. Just use a bed… actually, wait, use the top of a bunk bed!

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ghostismybbygorl · 1 year

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Ahem

WHERES WHAT 141 DRIVES AND HOW THEY DRIVE

Price

So price has two cars a land rover for transporting things from base or if he's taking the team out for some gathering

He also has this baddie a old ford bronco that he refurbished. This car is his baby he only takes her out when its nice and warm

He drives like a old man.

Both hands on 10 and 2 or on hand on the steering wheel the other smoking a cigar.

Definitely drives the speed limit and obeys the traffic laws. He hasn't had a speeding ticket in 15 years

Ghost

So this mans drives a fast car and i will die on this hill. Have you seen him drive in las almas this man does not know how to drive a truck

He drives stick too

So i see him driving a subaru brz in black or maybe pink

I saw the pink one and i love the color of it

Also think id be funny if he just pulls up and everyone thinking its this frilly girlie pop but then this 6'4 man wearing a skull mask pop out of the car like its nothing

(I really want the pink car)

If you ride with him youre a survivor of his driving

This man drives FAST one hand on the wheel starbucks in the other. He ALWAYS drives with one hand and he's madly good at backing in and parallel parking.

Dont let him on the autobahn or he'd go as fast as his car can go

He has multiple speeding tickets its insaine that he still has his license

Hes a pro car weaver too if anyones going too slow hell pass them at

Soap

Since he's an outdoorsy guy i kinda see him drving a toyota 4 runner

Its got all the bells and whistles and he loves to take it mudding after a good rain storm

He's a pretty chill driver he drives with one hand on the steering wheel and the other out the window.

He listens to his music on full blast so you can hear the rumbling of the speakers if your behind him

He does the california roll on stop signs

He goes ten over the speed limit but if hes on highways he usually goes 20 over

Gaz

Jeep lifestyle

He loves his wrangler and he'll go off roading with soap on their days off

Very chill driver he'll drive like 5-10 over 20 if hes in a rush

His hand position on the steering varies sometime its at 10 and 2 other times he drives with one hand

He's never gotten a traffic ticket and would probably cry to price if he did

He's gotten in a wreck before and it didnt leave a scratch on his jeep

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fanficsforheartandsoul · 2 years

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German!Reader: Autobahn

Captain Price: You know, we don't really have trouble with our newest team member. Y/N is great and really responsible- Oh, sorry my phone, give me a second...

Also Price: Hello...? Oh Soap, yes. Did you buy the groceries...? Go on... Wait, where are you? The car's gone?? How did that- YOUR IN JAIL?! Bloody hell, Soap, what happened?!?

[10 miles away in a police station]

Reader, who just drove 130mph/210km/h on a highway:

Soap, sitting right next to them with a flip phone: Yeah, well Y/N thought it was like the autobahn... Can you come get us?

Price, sighing: I'll be there in 5 minutes

Reader: Eure Strassen sind echt lame.

Soap: What?

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phoenixashvibes · 2 months

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Mercury in Aries ♈️

TRANSITS (RX is 4/1)

March 9, 2024 at 11:03pm EST Mercury will transit to Aries starting to steadily approach its retrograde on APRIL FOOLS DAY on April 1st. These times will be marked with a transit from out of the creative, dreamy and watery Pisces into quick expression, highly enthusiastic, quick and decisive Aries. We will see people being more alert and assured of what is going on with themselves. It would be an ideal time to put some of those ideas you dreamed up in Pisces season to fiery action in a practical manner. This is a favorable energetic for kicking off literally anything new for you!

As Mercury gets comfortable in Aries it is go time because On Sunday The Moon is NEW MOON in PISCES at 5:00AM EST and then later the Moon will also join Mercury in Aries at 8:19PM EST Not to mention that the sextile with Mercury and Pluto in Aquarius at 6:20pm EST & Moon & Pluto Sextile at 10:38pm EST There are huge improvements in communication coming in with this astrological transit. Aries is the sign where the vibe is "it's all about me" and with Mercury the sign of (thinking/communication) this will initiate a period of time with bright and passionate sparks of creative endeavors taking off with lightning speed whether that be romantic (or platonic) outings, communication can get a bit spicy. There will be no filter on and offline!! Sarcasm will reign. Communication can easily lead to argument or conflict if we aren’t careful since it can be aggressively assertive in nature. People will be way more blunt and say what’s on their mind before it’s fully processed smh on a more positive side difficult conversations will be easier to have and it won’t be hard to speak up or put yourself or ideas out to others :)

People will also be driving fast on these roads. Be safe and buckle up. This is ideal for race car driving for those who are Aries Mercury it's a Need For Speed. Trust me I know. These people drive really fast and recklessly but they usually do not hit people they are normally the ones who get struck in traffic accident wrecks so be safe during these times because now EVERYONE will be on this.

When Aries is in Mercury people really don't have much patience for b/s and things can get violent super quick with speedy Mercury in this Martian territory. This will be a time to think before speaking, driving crazy, and/or doing anything too risky based off impulse. Know when to cut out or remove yourself from any hostile or chaotic situations with haste it would be good for you and all involved under this astrological transit w/ Mercury in Aries

Embody the evolved side of Aries where you are strategic about your next move. Well thought out planning while executing without much delay. Do what you feel most passionate about. Do not let any trivial matters and concerns overwhelm you. Be truthful about everything to yourself and others unapologetically but also as respectfully as you are able to be. Do not let anyone provoke you into any situation where it can undermine your position, success, self worth, etc. Do not be too selfish or a pushover during these times.

MARCH 18th PRE-RETROGRADE shadow begins MARCH 19th is the FIRST DAY OF SPRING it is also the same day the Sun goes into Aries later at 11:06PM EST. Earlier in the day, Mercury will go conjunct with the North Node in Aries spiraling us to adapt to embracing brand new perspectives and plans for elevating our lives for the near and far out future in the new zodiac year.

APRIL 1st Mercury goes RX at 6:15PM EST This will be a good time to start setting more alarms and alerts/ Practice more self exploration and introspection. stay loyal to your friends and spouses. Make efforts to do more positive self talk. Practice patience while communicating. Avoiding heavy traffic areas if at all possible while traveling unless you want to be around those who drive like it’s the Autobahn or NASCAR. Journal and meditate. Clear the headspace since Aries rules the head! Also, don’t be afraid to take the lead. Aries is all about leadership and doing being that it is a Cardinal fire sign. Take action to have your life run the way you want, you’re the main character 🥰

APRIL 11th- Mercury conjunction with the Sun at 5:06PM EST An ideal day for anything that requires a quick response. Social interactions will be at an all time high. Ironically the day is 4/11 which is also a number that stands for information, you know the 411 lol 😂 so there will be a lot of information being exchanged. Chatterbox city on and off line. You won’t be able to avoid communicating with yourself or others about new ideas and plans for what’s to come!

APRIL 25th 8:55AM EST Mercury goes Direct Everything comes to a culmination. Of course the shadow period will be for two more weeks but the hard part is out the way. Now is a time to reflect and directly apply everything you learned through this transit. There will be a lot of work to build a solid foundation for whatever it is you initiated under this Mercury in Aries transit. There may be some making up to do for those that let the fiesty, fiery side come out through arguments and conflict. It will be easier to start hard conversations in order to gain understanding from whatever got misunderstood when things got chaotic. You will have the courage to speak up regarding whatever it is you initiated and focused your attention on. Some will be playing catch up and others will be moving at faster rates. Results and progress can be made quicker now so use this wisely to push ahead 🫶🏽

May 13th Mercury’s Post Retrograde (RX) ends

On May 15th Mercury enters Taurus

HISTORICAL EVENTS DURING ARIES IN MERCURY Sinking of the Titanic - April 16, 1912

Battle(s) of Lexington & Concord- April 19, 1775 (start of American Revolutionary War)

American Pony Express First Run- April 3, 1860

Former US Pres. Donald Trump plead not guilty to NY court on 34 felony counts of falsifying documents related to 2016 "hush money" payments to a woman alleging they had an extramarital affair- April 4, 2023

Former Pres. Barack Obama endorses his former Vice P. Joe Biden for pres.- April 15, 2020

My Predictions for This Year in 2024:

More Coverage/Talks of Multiple Countries at War

Beef between Stans or Musicians

New Laws Being Proposed & Others Being Implemented into Law

Pre-Election Talk

Zodiac Signs Most Effected?

Aries, Gemini, Libra, Taurus

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marinacourage · 3 months

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oh no, oh god, now that i think about it, do you understand why way’s end is so unsatisfying, besides the oblivious (peteway, duh)?

my heartbroken evil boy was going though 5 stages of grief throughout the series, but he could only fully live out 4 of them, and when he was almost there at the 5th he was killed off by stupid, STUPID showrunners.

at first he denied that charlie was the real deal, that he’s here to stay. way hoped that he’s just like the other fucktoys he tolerated because babe needed them.

anger, obviously, our passive aggressive drama queen way was not in the mood when he realised that charlie is not some rando but a whole boyfriend.

bargaining. let’s say those were his attempts to talk to babe alone and his sa attempt. i’m sure you can find traces of this stage when you look close enough.

then, depression. obviously, those were the times he spent in the bar drinking himself to oblivion trying to forget that he’s a piece of shit and his life is on an autobahn to hell so to say.

that’s the stage pete finds him at and becomes a guiding light for way to follow like a firefly.

the last stage is acceptance. and that’s the stage we saw way getting closer to, with difficulty, with stubbornness, but he was steadily going in the right direction and i am damn sure that given time he would’ve gotten over himself and his toxic love for babe would’ve transformed into a platonic love, a caring friendship, and it would’ve cleared the path for some mutual love entering his life (hello pete thank you for bulldozing your way into way’s head and heart you’re an angel and we’re blessed to have you)

yeah, so. 5 stages of grief, we were so close.

#we could’ve had it all #way pit babe #pit babe the series #that’s why pete is OBVIOUSLY HIS LOVE INTEREST SHUT THE FUCK UP #peteway #i can’t with this show #it made me bitter and sad #oh you can’t forgive way? he’s not real what would you do #if you can’t forgive him it’s fine you can keep hating him #too bad I’m pete coded

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jungleindierock · 1 month

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Time Machine - 2024 - No. 3

The third Time Machine playlist of 2024. 40 tracks again, as it makes the playlist not too long or too short, perfect number of tunes. The whole playlist only lasts 2 hours 30 minutes. Tracks from the 50's to 2023, of mixed genres!!

Enjoy it and share it, you might find some old bands/artists you like and want to explore their back catalogues!!

You can find previous Time Machines and more here on the Spotify

Tracklist

1- Bob Marley And The Wailers - Three Little Birds 2- Buffalo Springfield - For What it's Worth 3- Pixies - Debaser 4- Sam & Dave - Soul Man 5- Half Japanese - One Million Kisses 6- Dandy Livingstone - Rudy, A Message To You 7- Sonic Youth - Teen Age Riot 8- The Charlatans - The only One I Know 9- Half Man Half Biscuit - National Shite Day 10- Steel Pulse- Ku Klux Klan 11- The Libertines - Up The Bracket 12- Mercury Rev - Goddess On a hiway 13- Fun boy Three - The Tunnel Of Love 14- Ian Brown . F.E.A.R. 15- Television - Marquee Moon 16- Pulp - Babies 17- The kinks - Waterloo Sunset 18- Blur - There's No Other Way 19- Happy Mondays - Kinky Afro 20- Dusty Springfield - Son Of A Preacher Man 21- Orange Juice - Rip It Up 22- The Bluetones - Slight Return 23- The Gun Club - Sex Beat 24- Neil Young - Heart OF Gold 25- Gloria Jones - Tainted Love 26- Magazine - Boredom 27- The Zombies - She's Not There 28- Kraftwerk . Autobahn 29- Max Romeo, Lee Perry - Chase The Devil / Disco Devil (With The Full Experiance) 30- Eddie Cochran - C'mon Everybody 31- Arcade Fire -No Cars Go 32- Catatonia - Mulder & Scully 33- Wet Leg - Oh No 34- The linda Lindas - Growing Up 35- Tony Clarke - Landslide 36- Daniel Johnston - Poor You 37- David sylvian - A Fire In The forest 38- Camper Van Beethoven - Take The Skinheads Bowling 39- Kevin Ayers - Stranger In Blue Suede Shoes 40- The Beta Band - Dry The Rain

#Time Machine - 2024 - No. 3 #playlist #compilation #time machine #mixed music #Spotify

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applepickerproductions · 5 months

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Legjobb koncertek 2023

Namármost. Idén ez lesz az egyetlen listám, ugyanis márciusban történt két dolog, ami meghatározta zeneileg az évemet, és nem álltam fel belőle. Egyrészt a Panda Bear & Sonic Boom koncert a Magyar Zene Házában eszméletlenül beütött, utána beszélgettem 10 percet Noah-val, ami szintén baromi jó volt. Imádom a lemezt, de élőben sokkal-sokkal jobb volt az egész, eszméletlenül örülök, hogy ilyen előadókra is ki lehet menni Budapesten koncertre (felkészül: Godspeed You! Black Emperor). Másrészt elkezdtem hallgatni Andrew Hickey: History of Rock Music in 500 Songs podcastjét, ami a Reset-hez hasonlóan az 50-es évektől indul. Ez a két esemény egy eszméletlen pre-Beatles vonatra ültetett fel. Már régóta keresem, hogy mi fog kivinni a klasszik-indie "szomorú fehér férfiak emo számokat énekelnek" világból, az elmúlt években a teljesség igénye nélkül többet próbálkoztam klasszikus zenével, black metallal, post-rockkal, hip-hoppal stb., de valahogy azt a major key életigenlő esztétikát, amit az 50-es évek pedofil, asszonyverő, stb. előadói hoznak, eddig egyiknél sem éreztem.

Tehát egyrészt egy csomó koncerten voltam úgy, hogy igazából azt szerettem volna, ha Michael Gira a The Wild One-t dolgozza fel inkább Johnny O'Keefe-től, minthogy 30 perces 3 slide gitáros értelmetlen zúzást toljon (de sajnos nem értett egyet). De összességében is egy csomó koncerten voltam, viszont új lemezeket egy-két kivétellel érdemben nem hallgattam. Tehát ez a lista a lista (az eleje felé már legerősebb számokkal).

50 - Sampa the Great @ Pohoda

49 - The Saxophones @ Porgy & Bess

48 - Carson Coma 2 @ Budapest Park

47 - Sainko Namtchylak @ Magyar Zene Háza

46 - Mordái @ Manyi

45 - Charlotte Adigéry & Bolis Pupul @ Pohoda

44 - Arooj Aftab @ Pohoda

43 - Barkóczi Noémi @ Akvárium

42 - The Cult @ Budapest Park

41 - Dé:Nash @ Budapest Park

40 - Galaxisok @ Műegyetem Rakpart

39 - Special Interest @ Turbina

38 - Simon Wells @ Béla

37 - Yard Act @ Pohoda

36 - Los Bitchos @ Gasometer

35 - Swans @ Akvárium (The Beggar)

34 - Okkervil River @ Porgy & Bess (John Allyn Smith Sails)

33 - Mordái @ Magyar Zene Háza (Át a kőtengeren)

32 - Sofi Tukker @ Pohoda

31 - Sleaford Mods @ Pohoda (Tweet Tweet Tweet)

30 - Elvis Costello & Steve Nieve, Művészetek Palotája (Alison)

29 - Roisin Murphy @ Gyárkert Veszprém

28 - Tom Holliston @ Béla

27 - Carson Coma 1 @ Budapest Park (Hobbihajótörött)

26 - The Raveonettes @ A38 (The Great Love Sound)

25 - Emilíana Torrini and the Colorist Orchestra @ Akvárium (Me and Armini)

24 - Dry Cleaning @ Pohoda (Don't Press Me)

23 - Jamie XX @ Pohoda (Gosh)

22 - Suzanne Vega @ Pohoda (Walk on the Wild Side)

21 - Kispál és a Borz @ Budapest Part (Zár az égbolt)

20 - Russian Circles @ Dürer Kert (Quartered)

19 - Shame @ Pohoda Festival (Angie)

18 - Strompopper @ Dopamin (Radio Whatever)

17 - Tamikrest @ Akvárium

16 - Hó Márton és a Jégkorszak @ Akvárium (Folyamatosan le vagyok maradva)

15 - Viagra Boys @ Pohoda Festival (Troglodyte)

14 - Mayberian Sanskülotts @ Magyar Zene Háza (Ocean's Cry)

13 - Franz Ferdinand @ Gyárkert Veszprém (Outsiders)

12 - Strompopper @ Központ (Kill Everyone)

11 - Wet Leg @ Pohoda Festival (Wet Dream)

10 - Iggy Pop @ Gyárkert Veszprém (T.V. Eye)

9 - Perfume Genius @ Pohoda Festival (On the Floor)

8 - Galaxisok @ Margó Feszt (Olasz film (töredék))

7 - Bérczesi Róbert @ Margó Feszt (Kérdőjel)

6 - Kraftwerk @ Gyárkert Veszprém (Autobahn)

5 - Kevin Morby @ Akvárium (Rock Bottom)

4 - Black Country, New Road @ Villa Manin (Turbines/Pigs)

3 - The Magnetic Fields @ Porgy & Bess (Andrew in Drag)

2 - King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard @ Gasometer (The Dripping Tap/Magma/Muddy Water/The River)

1 - Panda Bear & Sonic Boom @ Magyar Zene Háza (Everything's Been Leading to This)

#year end list #yel2023 #live

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