#I'll glady be wrong

[dykefaggotry]

I'm ngl I get raising awareness but seeing ppl draw like. cutesy fanart of their faves waving palestinian flags feels so dystopian & a little disrespectful/tone deaf. or posting about how "fave character from x show would support palestine" like. there's no problem imo w still participating in fandom while bad things happen in the world but it just gets very odd and tone deaf when we start crossing them over. like there's people dying, I really don't know that it's appropriate to bring up how glup shitto would oppose that. maybe you as your own person can do that on your own perhaps? without making it about fandom? like idk! it's just odd behavior To Me.

#like you don't need to make it about fandom...... it's just :/ #like it's different when you had smth like captain america during ww2 created by a jewish man #precisely for the purpose of representing what was going on #and taking an issue and fandomizing it #like if a palestinian made a palestinian superhero and drew comics of them fighting the idf like #that's one thing #or all the incredible art that's come out to raise awareness in general #BUT WHY DO YOU NEED IDK STEVE FROM STRANGER THINGS TO WAVE A PALESTINIAN FLAG.... ITS JUST NOT..... #it feels so insensitive to me #ofc if actual palestinians come in and tell me I'm wrong here and they love those posts #I'll glady be wrong #but it just feels so disrespectful

[intimacyequalsdeath]

How about Bo with 7, 30, and 41 :b <3

Thank you for this request anon! I hope you enjoy what I came up with for you with the prompts <;3 The prompts anon chose are: Prompt 7: "I told you to stay in the car" Prompt 30: "I'll take care of you, I promise" Prompt 41: "Show me how grateful you are"

Notes: Minors DNI, No descriptions of reader used due to them not being provided hope that's alright anon <3.

TW: Not really any for this one.

"Bo I don't know why the hell you had to wake me up and drag me out here with you for this"

You grumbled tiredly from the passenger side of Bo's truck. He had woken up at an ungodly hour and instructed you to get in his truck. Apparently Lester and Vincent still weren't back from tracking down a new group of stragglers and Bo was none to happy.

"I woke you up cause your the only one in this goddamn family that was still at the house doing what you were told to do"

"Bo, They've been out thousands of times later then this, I'm sure they'll be fine"

"No! I fuckin told those two to be home by the time it got dark. There's no sense is being out this goddamn late"

You rolled your eyes, when Bo was on a mission there was no getting through to him. He was determined to get it done no matter what he had to do.

Soon enough the two of you pulled up behind Lester's truck and could see both Lester and Vince standing on the side of the road seemingly going over something. Bo parked the car and hopped out.

"Stay in the car" He commanded before walking over to his brothers.

You could hear the reverberating yells from Bo when he reached where his brothers were standing. Reprimanding them for being out so late and not trying to make contact with him at all, with a huff and a certain tiredness when it came to Bo yelling tonight, you hopped out of the car yourself and made your way over.

"I told you to stay in the car" Bo said when you reached the three men

"You did, but if you think I'm going to listen to you over here basically blowing hot air at your brothers you're wrong. It's late Bo, I get that you were scared cause you didn't know where they were but can't we go over this tomorrow?"

Bo sighed before bringing a hand up to lift his hat and the other one up to run through his hair. He then put his hands on his hips with a shake of his head as he looked at the ground.

"Fine, but tomorrow morning no one leaves that house till we have a family meetin' you hear me?"

Lester, Vincent and you all nodded and began to return to your respective vehicles. You grabbed Bo's arm to drag him back to the truck as Vince and Les climbed into Lester's.

"Bo honey I get that you were worried but you need to relax, Vince and Lester know what their doing out there and were perfectly fine" You comforted him as he drove the two of you back to the house.

"I know that, but I'm trying to keep everyone safe, It takes one slip up for everything to go fuckin wrong"

"You already do a great job of keeping us all safe Bo, let the rest of us shoulder some of the load"

"Darlin you know I ain't the best at givin' up control like that"

"I know, but you should really at least try to let me help, I'll take care of you I promise"

You could see Bo think for a moment in the overhead light of the truck as he pulled in front of the family house. You always some how knew exactly what to say to Bo to pinpoint how he was feeling.

"Fine, if you think you can handle some of my workload why not. " He finally relents.

"See was that so hard? you should be grateful for me" You said with a smirk.

"Grateful huh? Sure babe real grateful"

"Well" You started with a smirk, opening the front door of the house "Why don't you show me how grateful you are?"

Bo smirked, placing his hands on yours hips and propelling you into the living room.

"Glady honey, I'd be happy too"

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax fanfic #house of wax

[aliypop]

Fame and Fortune

Word Count: 1,257

Writers Note: In honor of the month Elvis left for The Military.

Warning: None

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: In March 1958, Elvis is in Texas for BootCamp, and Cecelia's as lonely as can be in Memphis.

Taglist

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@pocketfulofpresley

March 1958 Memphis, Tennesse

"I'll get it!" Carlotta shouted, hearing the phone ring. Carlotta Moreno was many things to Cecelia, her drummer. Her friend, right now, was helping comfort Cecelia while Elvis was away in Bootcamp, 

"Presley..." 

"Moreno..." Elvis sighed, "Is Cece near?" Elvis asked as Carlotta rolled her eyes, "She's helping your mama with something," Her accent sounded like venom to him, 

"I see could you tell my fiance I-" 

"I miss you too, El..." Cecelia said, taking the phone from Carlotta as Rosa watched alongside Gladys and Vernon. Cecelia had been wrapping the chord around her finger as she giggled, 

"Say, how's my favorite girl?"

"Well, mama's doing fine, but as for me, not good..." 

"What's wrong honey?" Elvis was worried as he heard her tone of voice shift. 

"You're not here, and it's getting lonely." 

"I'm here..." Carlotta mouthed as Cecelia pushed her away playfully, 

"I feel the same. I mean, the guys treat me regular sometimes, but I uhm miss your kisses and your honey biscuits."

"Which biscuits are we talkin about?" Cecelia smirked as Gladys cleared her throat playfully, 

"Was that my mama..." He blushed as she responded to him. Elvis missed home. He missed his family, his friends, his fiance, but. Elvis knew that in two years. He'd be back, and everything would be back to normal. He'd be asleep with Cecelia on his chest and a nice breakfast. 

"Private Presley!"

"I gotta go, Cece."

"Call me this weekend when you get to Fadal's?"

"Always." Hanging up the phone, Rosa and Gladys swooned as Carlotta groaned, 

March 1958 Fort Hood, Texas

"Who was that?" A few of the soldiers whistled as Elvis laughed, his face flushed with a rosy tint of red, "Oh, his lady friend?" Another soldier said as Elvis shrugged, "You could say that." He winked as he followed them into the mess hall. Boot camp was taxing and tiring, and as much as he could try to pretend to like it, he didn't. His body ached sometimes, and he'd remember how Cecelia would have told him not to be so rough on himself. Or how she'd be kissing the sore spots on his body with her "Magic" kisses on his skin. But when it came to him going to sleep, he'd imagine he was at home with his cousins and his mama and daddy and his grandmother and his Cecelia, who'd be tucked in his arms singing him songs. But it wasn't the same. He'd stare at the ceiling and count sheep or softly play his guitar. He'd re-read her letters or look at the picture clippings of her that he had on his wall, like a man with a pinup girl, except his pinup was Cecelia. 

"I mean... She's amazing," Elvis blushed, sitting on his bed, "I'm gonna marry her when I come back." He looked at her picture as the men began to laugh, 

"No offense, Presley, but you're definitely tired." One of the soldiers laughed, 

"I mean it, I'm gonna make her Mrs. Presley."

"Don't think that's possible," another voice said, that belonged to a black soldier. "But you got good taste." He smirked as Elvis laughed if only they knew he was serious about it, 

March 1958 Memphis, Tennesse

"So I was thinking Pink as a wedding color because Elvis and I like pink!" Cecelia squealed, flopping on the white couch as Daphane, Rosa, and Carlotta sat by her feet, "So blush and bashful?" Daphne asked as Cecelia nodded, 

"Yeah... and a Christmas wedding, we'll get married in a chapel and-" 

"And you'll kiss him in front of me..." Carlotta mumbled as Cecelia sighed, 

"Lottie..." 

"Cece..." She looked up at her as Cecelia sighed. In her eyes were their forbidden youth together,

 "We're going to bed, Cece..." Rosa mentioned as Daphne followed, "Night girls." She waved as Carlotta stood looking at her, 

"Now, back to us..."

"There is no us..." Cecelia looked at her, "I love Elvis, and you know that." Carlotta got close to her. Cecelia could smell her perfume on her skin, 

"Mi vida..."

"Elvis is my fiance. You were a fling in the past..."

"Why must you say these things..." 

"Because I don't like girls." Saying that broke Carlotta's heart, but it broke hers too. She was lying to herself, and they both knew it, 

"So you told Rosa the same thing, huh?"

"Rosa's got a thing for Scotty, and I'm getting married to Elvis," She blushed hard as Carlotta pulled her closer to herself, their eyes meeting as her hand was on her cheek, 

"Surrender to me, let's run away..." 

"To Texas..." Cecelia gasped, "Carlotta Mi amour, you are a genius !" she kissed her as Carlotta grinned, "I'm going to Texas to see my Elvis!"

"I got a kiss..."

July 1958 Fort Hood, Texas

It had been a few months now, and Elvis was adjusting. He'd go to Fadal's to hide out on the weekends and home to his family on the weekdays to make sure everyone was okay. But he was still missing someone, though he didn't want to sound like he was complaining. Cecelia's Pink Ford was in the wind as Daphne was sleeping in the back, and Rosa and Carlotta were humming to songs, 

"I don't see why you're so happy-go-lucky about Elvis..." 

"Two things, Coca-Cola and a Quarter," Rosa mentioned as Cecelia blushed. Rosa chuckled as Carlotta was confused, "What does a soda have to do with Elvis?" Carlotta asked as Rosa smirked, turning to face her, 

"Well, my little Latin Lover... It's more like his Cock- a Cola and-" 

"Okay, no more talkin about my fiance's soda pop plus a quarter and then some." Cecelia blushed as they got to Fadal's place. Cecelia and Fadal had been great friends. Thanks to her mother and promotional skills, no one would know that Cece and her Vagabonds The Garnets were in town, not even Elvis. Now, like herself, Elvis hated surprises, but she figured he'd like this one. 

"So... wait, were we talking about his Polla..." Carlotta questioned,

 "You'd rather take a Coke bottle than my fingers..." She questioned as they walked up the driveway,

"Sometimes.... Cecelia wasn't listening as she kept walking towards the door, 

"You know I could go for a nice tall glass of Coke-" the door had opened as Elvis was still in uniform. His hair was cut lower than what she was used to, but something in her wanted to hold him, 

"That's the coke you want?"

"It's not abou the bottle, Carlotta. It's about the flavor... Good night, girls!" Cecelia said as she was in Elvis's arms,

"Someone's thirsty..." Rosa smirked as they walked away,  

"What was that about?" Elvis asked as he held Cecelia in his arms, "Oh, nothing, baby... nothing..."She blushed as she kissed him, his hands in her hair as he kissed her sweet lips, 

"You look beautiful..."

"And you look tired." She rubbed circles on his cheeks as he leaned into her touch, "Couldn't sleep without'cha." His crooked smile warmed her heart, 

"Then let's get you out of this uniform and in bed."

"Yes, captain..."

*Bonus *

"Then I was playin' guitar and I-I..." Cecelia looked down as she heard him snore, "Elvis...Elvis!" She shouted. Softly, he woke up,

 "Huh?" 

"Did you fall asleep with a sandwich in your mouth?"

"What! No!..." He looked down as she laughed, "Maybe I did..." He kissed her arm and snuggled into her, taking in her scent. There was nothing like being in the arms of the woman he loved.

#oc #fanfiction #new stuff #new #romance #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #elvis the pelvis #poc oc x elvis presley #fanfic #50s elvis #cecelia valmos #elvis au fic #elvis x poc oc #army elvis

[overwatchfics]

hello! can i request genji nsfw hcs ?

Genji NSFW HCs

A/N: I'm not duper great with male smut so heads up. It used to be restricted on my rules but I'm giving it a try. (Also I'm having SUCH a hard time imagining Genji naked and I'm cracking up so pardon if this isn't good I'm just laughing my ass off thinking mercy gave him a fully weaponed robo-schnitzel please excuse me my 5 year old potty mouth is coming out lmfao)

Talk about a real smooth talker Genji is pretty damn good at it.

You're pretty convinced he talked your pants off in the first place

Genji is very big into foreplay, and in particular loves to give oral.

He feels that his face is once if the few parts of him that has the capability to actually feel you

So Genji will glady put hit tongue to use, in a way that has you twitching everytime he runs across your clit.

He'll only add his fingers if you ask, he's insecure about using them since they can't feel anything and he fears it will take you away from the experience.

Oh how wrong he was.

Especially figuring out THAT HE CAN MAKE THEM VIBRATE ON COMMAND.

I hope you have crutches Anon because you're not going to be able to walk to walk the next day.

With vibration to use you'll be flailing helplessly on the bed, clothing the sheets or his head riding him like no tomorrow

Speaking of riding, Genji's favorite position is cowgirl

This way you can lean over him and plant your hands on his chest, this makes him melt, he'll lean up and hold you there with him.

He's very big into body worship and praise

Leaves kisses all over your body and if you do the same you can here whirring of the machinery in his body (like the purring of a cat)

Aside from that I feel that Genji is pretty vanilla, but he's such a wholesome robot boy.

Blackwatch Genji though? Whole other story I'll get to that another day.

#overwatch2 #overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagine #genji x reader #genji shimada #genji

[crackheadintheclouds]

Haikyuu!!- Bokuto Textfic [Part 1]

•[Unknown send you 3 messages]•

Unknown:

Hey hey hey Akaashi! 

Congratulations on new number 🥳

Not going to treat your Bokuto-san? ;) 

[Unknown saved to contact as Bokuto]

You:

I'm not Akaashi-san sorry

Bokuto:

Hah! Don't make an excuse! 

You have to treat me 🍝🥗🍱 lunch tomorrow

if don't then I won't spike the ball set by you. 

You:

Srsly I'm not Akaashi!

You have the wrong number Bokuto-san

I'm l/n y/n, a third year studying in your very own class

Bokuto:

I never expected you to play such prank 😳 but you should know your Bokuto-san isn't stupid 🤺

Agree or not, I'm going to need my treat sooner or later :D so be prepared 

You:

BOKUTO-SAN I'M NOT AKAASHI

PLEASE BELIEVE ME YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER 

Bokuto:

Stop it Akaashi (。-`ω-)ｰ  or I will make you treat the whole team as a punishment 

You:

I-

I feel bad for Akaashi-san *sniffs*

Bokuto:

Hahaha 🤡 u deserve it for pranking me 

You:

You know what, I give up

Please stop messaging me or I'll have no choice but to block you 

Bokuto:

ὸ.ό becoming bolder day by day huh?

Don't you dare or I'll teach you a lesson tomorrow (๑•̀д•́๑) 

You:

How?

Bokuto:

I won't talk with you for the rest of the day

You:

You don't talk with me any ways so it's fine with me >:D

Bokuto:

😣 Akaashi what happened to you. Is this how you treat your senpai now? 

You:

*Inhales* 

 (○｀д´)ﾉｼSTOP! 

How many times do I have to say I'm not him?

If you don't believe me, why don't you just meet him and see it for yourself that this isn't him? 

Bokuto:

Really? Istg if this is a joke ill take my revenge >:) 

You:

Yeah take it glady. I hope you'll be surprised.

Bokuto:

I'm on my way to your house right now. 

You better be prepared >:) 

You:

No need coz I'm not him anyway.

Bye bye :D

Happy realization

A Few Minutes Later 

[Spongebob voice insert]

Bokuto:

OMG EBWVWGSVGS YOU'RE NOT AKAASHI??????????

I WAS LITERALLY TALKING WITH A STRANGER AHAVECSGSV 

NO WAIT

I WAS LITERALLY TEXTING A GIRL OMFGWCSFGWCG

You:

Yup lol, finally u realized

But technically I'm not a stranger since I'm your batchmate but still nevermind

Bokuto:

AVWCWTCHHWG

IM SORRY FOR THOSE THREATS THAT I THREW YOUR WAY 

You:

Its fine lol no need for sorry we're classmates after all

Bokuto:

No no Akaashi-san told me to apologize ;-;  and I feel guilty too 

You:

Is that so? Btw I'm sorry too I was a bit rude

(　；∀；)

Bokuto:

No I don't feel well. Allow me to make it up to you y/n-san. I'll treat you lunch 😤 tomorrow 

You:

OMG NO ISTG I'M FINE

NO NEED TO DO THAT PLEASE

Bokuto:

Shut up. Akaashi-san says I need to do it to have a clear conscience

You:

Do you do everything Akaashi-san tells you to do?

Bokuto:

Well yeah Akaashi-san is awesome 🤩🥰 my favorite junior and a talented setter. We're technically best friends. 

You:

Yeah I can see that 😄 how you literally dropped at his home at 12 am ☠️💀 speaks volumes of your friendship. It's kinda sweet :) thou

Bokuto:

YES 🤩🥰😄

Now tell me what do u want to eat tmrw :) what's your favorite food? Sweet or savory? I heard there's a famous bakery near school who sells delicious cream rolls and oh! I also heard a new ice cream shop, we can check it out. 

You:

Bokuto-san seriously there's no need for this 😅 I'm totally fine with the cafeteria food please 🛐 don't waste your money for my sake

Bokuto:

No y/n I'll take you tmrw,,,,,consider it as my treat for troubling you.If you don't accept, I'll be offended😤

You:

......... 

I guess I don't have a choice, do I? 

Bokuto:

No >;) 

You:

Fine then but I won't accept something expensive 👀

Bokuto:

Yay :D ill be waiting for u after class -,-

You:

I hope your fangirls don't kill me for this >:)

Bokuto:

WAIT WHAT I HAVE FANGIRLS?

😱

You:

Well 😀 what do u expect? You're an ace afterall.

Top five spikers in Japan so obviously u have fangirls

Bokuto:

HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS 

Let me just show this to Akaashi-san real quick 🏃💨

You:

Well Igtg before my mom spots I'm still awake and stabs me with a knife so I can sleep 😀

Gud night

Bokuto:

But we barely started talking 🥺and you're already leaving? 

You:

It's past 12 am ☠️ what do you expect me to stay awake all night? Also we're going to meet tomorrow anyways so you better get some sleep too athletic guy >:)

Good night

Bokuto:

 Ohk Finee!!!!

See you tomorrow <33333

good night 

Sweet dreams ;D

[Bokuto saved you as L/N Y/N] 

#haikyuu!! #cannon #bokuto kōtarō #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x y/n #bokuto kotarou #anime #animecore #anime and manga #text fic #chat fic #comedy #humor #stupid humor #funny #wrong number #haikyu x reader #bokuto headcanons #kotarou bokuto #akaashi keiji

[vintagepresley]

As a fellow Taurus ♉️ can you do like a Taurus personality type thingy I don’t know but somehow do it to relate to elvis

AH, okay, I've been waiting all day to answer this. It's very easy to relate the Taurus personality to Elvis because Gladys was a Taurus. Which makes so much sense when it comes to her personality. When reading Elvis & Gladys I felt I could relate to a lot of her personality being a taurus myself. Now I know not ALL Taurus' are alike. But in my personal experience I've always come across others who are similar in personality and I feel like Gladys was the same.

So, first.. I feel like with Taurus' we are always misunderstood because people always assume we're mean or unapproachable because we are either quiet or usually don't interact first. But that's not always the case. We are very nice people but we aren't always trusting and it takes time for us to work up to get to know you before you can get us to open up. I feel like Gladys was the same when anyone new came around her, Elvis and just their family in general. But then she'd eventually open up and really grow to like the person and let them see more inside of her and who she was and I feel like this was true for the girlfriends who got to meet Gladys and always end up loving her. I feel like that's another thing about us like once you get to know a taurus people usually really like us a lot. Even other people I meet who are a different sign, they always say they love Taurus' or get along with them. Because we are nice and chill people you just have to give us time to get comfortable.

Another thing that I relate to when it comes to Gladys and being a taurus is her automatically knowing who is a bad person/person you can't trust. She knew right away that the Colonel wasn't shit. She just knew that he was bad news. That leads me to my next point.. We always know when someone is full of shit. I can't tell you how many times I've met someone and I knew I wouldn't like them just something about their vibe and aura. This happens to me a lot and I'm always right like 98% of time. My own friends when they meet someone new bring them around me because they know I'll be able to tell that something isn't right about them. It's so damn freaky. But like a lot of time if I'm quiet around someone new it's because I'm getting a read on you and your vibe. I just feel like Gladys was the same way and we're even more on high alert when it's for people we care about..

Which brings me to my next point.. WE ARE LOYAL AS FUCK. If we care about you we will ride or die for you. But don't think you can play us though. I feel like Gladys was that kind of person. She just wasn't one you played with especially when it came to someone she cared about and loved. I 100% believe had she lived Elvis' life wouldn't of went down the path that it did. Unlike Vernon she wouldn't allow Elvis to walk all over her. He knew better than to disrespect her the way he disrespected Vernon sometimes. I think that goes for most taurus. People around always said "Oh, you couldn't tell him what to do." Nah.. If I had a time machine and I came face to face with him I don't care what he said I was going to help him or get him help or force him to rest. It takes a certain kind of person to get through to someone like Elvis. His mother was definitely the only one who could probably do it. Not only because she was his mother and they had had a bond that was closer than what he had with Vernon, but also because of the kind of person she was.

To conclude this I'll just leave a few personality traits of a taurus:

Emotional, ambitious, reliable, loyal, emotionally strong (sometimes), independent, introverted (I've noticed this a lot lol), artistic, genuine, dormant temper (we don't always come right out and say how we feel and we let it build until it just comes out at the wrong time. I'm guilty of this 🙃), sometimes, not all the time can be the "mother" of the zodiac like we just have motherly instincts because we're very caring and loving and have a calming influence which is SO Gladys when it comes to Elvis.

But yeah, sorry this was so long and I hope this is what you meant!

[1jemmagirl22]

Okay so I've been really busy for months and I'm finally gonna like post the two dozen tumblr posts about the obsessions I've been in since fucking May, seriously they are all saved in my drafts and in need of editing, but damn it if I'm not gonna comment on the Gilded Age first. Should I be back logging from SAB to Percabeth to Game of Thrones to Nancy Drew to ER before I do this? Most definitely? Will I be doing that? Of fucking course not so sit the fuck down mutuals I'm about to unload about the bloody fucking Gilded Age.

So I adore The Gilded Age in like this really twisted way, but damn is it good. So when I started season 2 and found myself, dare I say board, I was a bit scared what one of my friends said about the premiere would be accurate, bot was I wrong, no no, it was boardroom, it was annoyance so let's discuss the pros and cons of the Gilded Age season 2 episode 1 as well as what I hope to see in the coming episodes and what I absolutely love and want most about this show.

Okay cons first cause those are easier. The opening is boring. There is a substantive lack of Larry Russel in the episode. And worst of all, it's not, what's the word, a good opener. Ya that's the word. the first half hour is boring and the second half brilliant. It's suffering a bit from what I'd like to call second season syndrome, some shows produce a season 2 opener even better than it's premiere episode (The West Wing, Agents of Shield, Game of Thrones, Grey's Anatomy, and many more), others, however, don't, and Gilded Age did not, at least at first. The slow opening, mainly the whole undetermined time jump thing, really doesn't help with that either.

Now with that out of the way, the pros! Okay so, let's see Marian, Oscar, Larry, Gladys, and Mrs. Russel were all in top form. The acting as always was impeccable! The ending was *chefs kiss* dramatic perfection. And of course the costumes and the sets, oh perfection. But most of all, my favorite pro from season 2 episode 1 was the characters and the ships!

Okay so let's list shall we.

I'm gonna start with Oscar. Love how he's got like an actually arc this season, we given him some development, we're given him some social shift, oh it's gonna be brilliant! I love him and Gladys, I love him and his romantic friend who I';m sure was named at some point but I've forgotten cause it's been a while since I watched season 1. I love all of it! I'm so excited to see the chaos develop as the season progresses.

Next up, the Irish maid the the American footmen (I know they have names but It's too late to dig out the imdb and I don't remember their names) They were adorably angsty in season 1 and now they keep being adorable and angsty. All I have to say is please of fucking please Julian Fellows don't you Fucking dare pull a Daisy and William on them. Okay? Okay?

It would be a crime to not also mention Mr. and Mrs. Russel, the power couple goals those two give off are so amazing! Honestly worshipable.

And last but not least the only ship not present in this first episode, and annoyingly the ship I adore most, Larry and Marian! Gods I adored the so obvious chemistry friends to lovers vibes they had going for them in season 1, and Fitzsimmons I feel I'm gonna be neglected some of those vibes this season. I desperately hope Larry returns from Rhode Island soon, and even more so interact with Miriam, look I know the trailers say he's gonna have an affair but I'll be dammed if that stops me shipping their chemistry (Should I list the ships I've shopped who weren't together and actually with other people for long stretches of time in the last month alone? I'll do it anyway. Nancy and Ace, Carol and Doug, Magnum and Higgens like three separate Grey's Anatomy ships, Beth and Benny, like probably something else too it's been a busy month). Anyways I'm so excited to see more of them, fingers crossed for episode 2. Anywho hope everyone has a lovely day while I sink into another ship relapse *looks at Paramount+* ooo, I should relapse in 5-0!

#the gilded age #larry russell #oscar van rhijn #bertha russel #marian brooke #larry x marian #the gilded age season 2 #ships #shipping #the gilded age season 2 episode 1 #george russell #agnes van rhijn

[honeybeewhereartthee]

•❅───✧❅ Once Upon a fairy tale❅✧───❅•

Your living a very normal life being a producer of idols in ES. Your not anzu but you manage to get some good reputation among your batch of producers.

You handle not very known idol group and would glady help them out to be famous as it's their dream and your very close to them. Alas but the emperor have decided to put you to be the main Producer of another unit, called alkaloid.

Your ordinary life change so drastically when you meet a certain flaming red haired boy with charming and captivating blue eyes.

Who said some weird shit when you meet in the hallway.

"I think, your the person written in the book." He told his head. "What?" You wonder who is this oddball, this lost child. "Hmm, well it's a traditions in my hometown that each descendants of Amagi experience ( blah blah blah blah ) and will meet their--"

You look at your watch and realized that your going to be late!

"O! I'm very sorry! I'll be going now. Hopefully, you will find your way around, this place." You wave at him and says your goodbye, thinking it be the last time you see him.

Alas, it wasn't. As his one of the person you have to meet up and have to handle as a producer.

Hiiro Amagi -- that was the name of leader (he was put as a leader without them knowing) of Alkaloid. He was a very unique person, somehow odd with his beliefs as it's based on his village ideals of right and wrong. He often exclaim that he come to destroy idols, through you never taken it quite seriously and have a good laugh at it.

You thought at those moment: man, this unit seems normal with all the weirdo of idols in ES. I am pretty sure they'll become famous one day as oddballs tend to stand out from the rest.

And then think nothing much of them but idols under your batch. Alas. When you come home to your sweet, lovely comfort of your bed.

You wake up in another place. In a the beach and you hear someone singing.

"oh. Your awake! I thought you won't be awake anytime soon..." Before you is Hiiro Amagi... With a blue-white fish tail and haft naked, (with well tone muscle) upper body. As well bloody with a haft eaten fish beside him.

"ahm... What? Is this a dream?" You look at his fish tail and to the fish he just eat. " ....Is it not bad to eat fish, if your a fish person?" You question.

"Ah.... I don't know. Probably? " He tilt his head.

" Hopefully, it is not the case, Amagi." You also really wonder if it's a crime for fish people to do so. But what do fish people eat if not fish--

" Wait, wait before that. Where is this? This is not real, right? " You quickly return to the original topic.

"oh! It is!" He smile at your direction. You wonder if this nutcase is mentally there. "I told you that before right?" "Told me what? Is this the story about your going to tell me when I'm running late?" He nodded at your question.

" Sorry, I wasn't able to understand what you mean. Can you repeat it? " If this person wasn't a crazy person, you would have listen to his absurd words.

" One or two random descendants have a person called "Grimm tales Story companion" to experience "fairy tales"." He don't mind repeating what he said earlier, so he happily told you so as he flip his tail around to make water splash on your face, your shocked face of disbelief.

" Ehh... W...what? " Your mind went blank. Did you just hear him talk about fairy tales? " Don't tell me this is little mermaid... " You point at his fish tail. " Hmm! That's correct! If that's what you call this story in the city. " He still smiling as he move his fish tail around. "I felt dizzy.... I wonder ...why..." His vision slowly swirl as he felt hydrated.

"O-oh..." He then fainted on top of you, he have stayed too much out of the water. Now his a haft ded fish boy.

"My goodness!" You squeak in surprised but made sure to catch him. "Well, this is crazy..." You cannot believe this! "Oh my! I most put him back to the water, maybe he dread up!" You tried to move him, but his too slimy and fishy...

"Ackk... This is not how I imagine real life fairy tale is!" You mumble a curse under your breath, as you now dragging the heavy fish boy idol back to the sea. From the pain of your shoulders and muscle after doing such work. This is pretty real.

'wait, are we the main character??? Are we? Or are we not? He do have a red hair. But wrong tail color. ' You thought as you in the deep part that you can go too. 'oh goodness. I hope I am not the prince/princess charming of this story. I don't wanna marry a random Ariel! ' worries in your mind as you look at your merman companion who's finally gaining some color back after being a fish out of water, you did not notice gaze from afar.

In which a story began, once upon a fairy tale.

•❅───✧❅TABLE OF CONTENT❅✧───❅•

First Tale: Little mermaid

- Chapter one

To be added

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstar x reader #enstar #Hiiro Amagi #Hiiro Amagi x reader #Amagi Hiiro x reader #Hiiro x reader #Once upon a fairy tale

[jefferyryanlong]

Infinite Pau Hana - September 13, 2023

"love songs"

Hour 1

Love Lots of Lovin' - Lee Dorsey Two Tall Mountains (Talkin' Like You) - Connie Converse Which Will - Nick Drake It Never Entered My Mind - Miles Davis It Never Entered My Mind - Frank Sinatra Harvester of Hearts - Rufus Wainwright Ruler of My Heart - Irma Thomas Walk Away Renee - The Four Tops I Can't Stop Loving You - Ray Charles Daddy's Home - Shep and Limelights In Paradise - The Cookies I Never Loved a Man (the Way I Love You) - Aretha Franklin Desde Que Conosco - Freddy Fender

Hour 2

The Birds and the Bees - Jewel Adkins Maybe - The Chantells Slip Away - Clarence Carter If Not for You - Bob Dylan I'll Keep It With Mine - Bob Dylan I'd Have You Anytime - George Harrison I Don't Want to Do Wrong - Gladys Knight and the Pips Everything That Touches You (1) - The Association Love Can Make You Happy - Mercy (My Girl's Got) Miraculous Technique - Belle and Sebastian I'd Like to Walk Around in Your Mind Someday - Vashti Bunyan You Don't Know Me - Ray Charles Sea Shell - Strawberry Alarm Clock Together Forever - We All Together Come on Home - Lijadu Sisters

Hour 3

Love Hurts - Gram Parsons Little Wing - The Jimi Hendrix Experience True Love Will Find You in the End - Beck High Tide or Low Tide - The Wailers Wicked Game (1) - Chris Isaak I'm Glad - Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band I'm So Proud - The Impressions I Know - Fiona Apple You Beat Me to the Punch - Mary Wells I'm in Love - Wilson Pickett Love Is Strange - Mickey and Sylvia When Something Is Wrong with My Baby - Sam and Dave In an Aeroplane Over the Sea - Neutral Milk Hotel God Only Knows (1) - The Beach Boys

(1) - by request

KTUH - 90.1 FM Honolulu, 91.1 FM North Shore, ktuh.org

#playlists #infinitepauhana

[freudianslumber]

Today, Tomorrow and Forever

Summary:  Angel Elvis went through Hell when being falsely accused of betraying God.  Eventually found true love with LAPD narcotics officer B.B. King.

Author’s Notes: Guess I might as well take that leap of faith.  What started out as jotting down headcanons or a few ideas turned into a 7000+ words WIP.  Well it is my first fan fic ever, and might also be my last.  I was going to post it on AOx3 but have no patience to wait until my account request goes through. Since not many people are posting m/m fiction in the Elvis fandom at Tumblr I thought I might as well put this out.  Or maybe I just wanted some indication all that time I spent writing this weekend was not completely wasted.  

Chapter 1 Hell's Angel

Pairing: incubi x Elvis Presley (m/m), succubi x Elvis Presley (f/m)

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: 18+, Gang rape, Physical abuse, Drugging, Colonel Parker

Elvis was the choir leader in the angel choir in Heaven.  He was young and carefree, living with his parents, Gladys and Vernon.  His buddies included Jerry, George, Charlie, Red and Sonny.  One day he accidentally walked into Red and Sonny's secret devil worshipping ritual.  He was shocked and couldn't believe the two of them were betraying God and plotting to aid the Devil in overtaking Heaven.  Red and Sonny tried to convince him to join them in their espionage, Elvis refused and wanted to warn the other angels. That was when he was hit hard on the head by Red and passed out.  Red and Sonny then tied him up and called others to come over. They claimed Elvis was a spy from Hell and was captured by them.  As evidence, the two provided a map of Heaven in demon language, supposedly seized from Elvis when they caught him.

When Elvis woke up, he was in the middle of a large stadium with tens of thousands of angels watching him being put on a public trial.  There was a panel of archangels acting as judges.  God was not personally present, but they all knew he was presiding over the proceedings behind the scenes somewhere.  Elvis tried to defend himself by telling the truth, swearing his loyalty to God.  However, the evidence was against him. The angel guards raided his home and were able to find multiple Devil worshipping emblems and demonic potions.  They even caught a demon who confessed he was the messenger through whom Elvis was transmitting information to the Devil.  Red and Sonny both testified against him. Although Jerry and Charlie tried to defend him, it simply wasn't enough, and the masses of angels turned against Elvis.  They screamed angrily: "Destroy this traitor!" "Banish him to Hell!".  At that point Elvis knew deep inside that he had no chance of clearing himself, he pleaded with the judges to spare his parents and let him bare all the punishment.  Suddenly the thunderous voice of God was heard resounding over the stadium: "Elvis, I'm so disappointed in you!  You were my favorite in the Heavenly Choir, you have the sweetest voice among all the angels.  This betrayal can never be forgiven!  I will break your wings and ostracize you forever from Heaven, so you can follow Lucifer if you want!  As for your parents, I'll spare their angelhood, but they just couldn't stop wailing and defending you!  I have no choice but to take away their voices and lock them away in angel prison!"  Elvis couldn't believe his ears, he started yelling at the top of his lungs with tears streaming down his face: "No!! Don't do that to Mama and Daddy!! They did nothing wrong and they are everything I have!  God, please take my life!  I am ready and willing to take this punishment if you leave them alone!..."  However the only answer he got was a strike of lightening and the blinding pain he felt with the realization the bones in his angel wings were crushed.  With shouts of "Condemn him!" "Down with the traitor!" circling in his head, Elvis fell from the sky like a bird that had been shot in the wings. 

When he slowly came back to consciousness again, Elvis felt every nerve in his body was on fire.  It was so abnormally hot he thought he was in an oven, he was covered in sweat all over.  He licked his cracked lips and murmured "water...", then he tried to move but realized that he was in restraints again. Except this time he had lost his angel robe, so he was naked as the day he was born.  With throbbing in his head, he regarded his surroundings and found that he was lying flat on a steel-plated counter in the middle of a cave.  His hands were chained to the walls on each side of him, he could minimally wiggle the arms but really there was not much give to do anything else.  There was a leather collar around his neck which was secured to the steel plate beneath him.  Similarly his waist was encircled by a broad leather belt which strapped him down without fail.  His entrapment was complete with ropes and chains which kept his legs bent at the knees and spread widely apart.  His wings were in a spread position as well but they were paralyzed, any attempt to move them sent unbearable shooting pain through his entire body. 

Suddenly one hand ran through the feathers in his left wing, he shivered a little due to the ultra-sensitivity he seemed to be having currently all over.  A voice sounded which seemed familiar, but he couldn't place where he had heard it before: "My boy, look at you!  One day you are an angel frolicking in Heaven and the next you are tossed like a useless toy into Hell!"  Hell?!! Elvis' mind shuddered along with the quick realization that this was the only logical conclusion of where he was at.  A thumb played with his bottom lip, "you must be thirsty, do you want something to drink?  As you know it's scorching 365 days a year down here! Haha!!" Finally a face appeared above him revealing the source of this cruel laughter.  A red and paunchy demon with a Fedora hat over gray balding hair looked into his eyes: "You don't remember me?  I was your manager Colonel Parker from a past life.  Elvis you are still the same, always get yourself into trouble."  Colonel? Elvis mulled over the title in his mind, but remained completely fuzzy about his past.  The Colonel brought a tantalizing glass of water above his mouth and offered to him.  "Want a drink?  This is very precious down here!"  Elvis's Adam's Apple moved up and down with difficulty, his throat was so dry he could barely form a sentence.  He closed his eyes, opened his mouth longingly, knowing full well that he was accepting hydration from a demon in Hell.  Lukewarm water started pouring steadily into his mouth, he gulped it down, ended up choking slightly before the stream stopped.

After a few minutes, Elvis opened his eyes and spoke for the first time: "Thank you, sir. But why am I here and why am I tied up?".  Parker's little demon eyes lit up: "Why, this is where you belong!  Look where following God got you, damaged and abandoned!  He has imprisoned your family! The dark lord had been mistreated by God the same way in the past and was also tossed out of Heaven, that's why he takes pity in you and is taking you under his protective black wings!  Come on, tell us the secret of the Heavenly defense system and we will help you free your Mama and Daddy!" Elvis bit his bottom lip: "And what if I don't?" The grin on Parker's face froze up, his facial muscles spasmed for a second, then slowly morphed into a twisted smile: "My boy, you know the smart choice here... Or else we have ways to convince you."  He placed a hand on Elvis' soft lower belly, stroking it a few times, causing a nervous twitch there.  The blue-eyed boy took a deep breath, then a very determined look came over his face: "No! I will never follow the Devil!  I'll find a way to clear my name before God and save my parents myself!"  For a moment the Colonel seemed stunned by this open defiance, but quickly he squeezed a few words from between his teeth: "My boy, that's foolish!  It's obvious that you need a few lessons before you can start to think clearly."  A loud snap was then heard across the cave, Elvis' brain then registered that it was the sound of his right ankle bone cracking apart as Parker took a forceful swing at it with his cane.  His anguished cry was accompanied with a failed attempt to withdraw his right ankle by instinct.  Then the cold reality set in that he was in a very exposed and vulnerable position in a torture chamber in Hell.  Parker smirked and spoke nonchalantly: "Just a small taste of what's to come, let me know when you change your mind.  You know I always take good care of you my boy..." He slowly stroked Elvis' cheek one time, then left whistling a happy tune. 

A moment later, a group of at least 7 or 8 demons crowded into the chamber.  Most were males, there were two females, all of them buck naked.  Elvis heard some whispers amongst them, some of them drooling, others stroking their hard cocks and moaning.  The tallest one in the group let out a whistle: "Look what we have here, angel boy from up above.  I heard he is a great singer too.  We haven't seen one of these in hundreds of years!"  This was answered by a lot of nods and eager hand-rubbing, lust-filled eyeing.  He grabbed Elvis' chin and forced his jaw to open, "Mmm, such luscious and inviting lips and mouth, I can hardly refrain myself from putting my cock inside!" Then his fingers trailed down from the trembling victim's neck to one of his nipples and pinched it hard.  Elvis screeched at the foreign sensation, but then felt a strange warmth going through his body, and a conspicuous redness started to spread rapidly from his face down to his upper chest.  Then the demon turned his attention to Elvis' white angel wings.  He took a hold of a small handful of feathers, admiring the silky smoothness of them, smirked: "so beautiful, God's proud creation, too bad you'll soon wish you had ugly bat wings like us incubi".  In a swift motion he violently tore out the feathers in his hand, smiling at the blood seeping out from the delicate skin underneath and enjoying a pained grunt from its owner. 

Another Incubi's impatient shout interrupted him: "Hurry up to the part where we fuck him already!  We've all waited so many years and he's our reward after we fought back thousands in fierce competition, can we get on with it boss?"  The incubi leader laughed: "Settle down, kiddo!  We got plenty of time!  Besides, it's more fun when we get a reaction from our guest too!"  With this he grabbed Elvis' member which to the angel's utter horror was aching and starting to grow harder during this time.  His torturer grinned and stroked the part effortlessly and roughly until it became fully erect.  "Look how pretty he is down here", the incubi leader held the member in one hand and pulled back the foreskin with his other one, revealing the deep pink perfectly shaped head, along with small amount of precum at the tip.  This was greeted with a bunch of Woos and Ahs and louder sounds of masturbation from the increasing raucous crowd.  That was the moment when Elvis finally realized that the "water" he had drunk earlier from Parker was an aphrodisiac.  I should have never trusted that monster, he thought to himself, feeling so ashamed but was unable to stop his body from showing signs of excitement with any stimulation.

The incubi leader dropped Elvis' cock against his abdomen, crouched down at the end of the counter and spread apart Elvis' buttocks, turning his attention to the tight entrance nestled therein.  Ignoring the angel's gasp, he abruptly pushed two thick digits inside and forced them all the way to his knuckles.  The pain crashed over Elvis so fast he let out another scream while trying to struggle against his bondage in vain, his voice already hoarse from screaming.  He also felt some tearing inside of him as the incubus triumphantly withdrew his fingers, showing streaks of fresh blood dripping along them, "Look! Our sweet angel boy is a virgin, just as I suspected!"  Well-prepared, he produced a dildo out of nowhere and without hesitation impaled Elvis with it.  The resulting agony felt like a large drill splitting Elvis apart, he was suddenly drenched in cold sweats and was breathing so fast he almost passed out.  The incubus giggled as he put a gag into Elvis' mouth: "Calm down and stop screaming!  I'm only trying to prepare you for what comes next.  Soon you won't have enough of this!"  Next, he proceeded to thrust the dildo in and out of Elvis in a faster and faster pace, using blood as lube.  At the same time he grabbed a hold of Elvis' member which had gone limp from the shear pain he caused and began to pump it incessantly in concert.  This torture went on for an unclear duration of time while the observing group was enjoying the view and the sound of skin on skin, some of them having released their loads several times.  Finally Elvis' cock became unbelievably hard again, and the sensation in his rectum turned into a burning numbness.  Elvis was sure the aphrodisiac he consumed earlier was the only thing that was keeping him this side of consciousness, also driving his body to act in inconceivable ways.  His pelvis was actually starting to squirm and buck against his restraints, chasing after the dildo each time it was briefly removed.  Irrational pleasure washed over him and partially covered the pain.  Suddenly the incubi leader took out the dildo and replaced it with four of his fingers, and he curled it expertly inside of Elvis and hit that heretofore undisturbed spot head on.  Elvis' eyes rolled up as ropes of white release shot from his abused member, covering his belly and chest. 

As Elvis laid panting and spent on the counter, coming down from his drug-induced high, the incubi leader was heard as saying cheerfully: "What a great start! I've prepared him well for all of us.  It's a wonderful feast for everyone, let's dig in and enjoy!"  At the sound of this announcement, all the incubi leapt into action, some were so eager you could hear them grinding their teeth, their arrowhead shaped tails swaying while they swarmed over the poor angel.  The incubi leader couldn't pass up the opportunity to be the first to enter Elvis' virgin hole, so he immediately pushed his huge dick inside, thrusting hard and fast while groaning with immense satisfaction.   Another incubus eagerly pumped Elvis' sensitive cock alternatively with his mouth and his hands, forcing it to achieve another painful erection.  A succubus wrenched the pretty boy's mouth open and sat on it sans the gag, grinding while instructing: "Stick your tongue as far as you can go, give mama a swirl and suck on my pearl!  And don't you dare thinking about biting cause I swear I'll crush your jaw!".  Another succubus was sucking on one of his nipples while twisting the other one.  Yet more incubi were busy using his hands to wrap around their members and making them reach climax.  There were even some who were rubbing themselves against the angel's wings and came all over them.  The whole cave was filled with lewd sounds and obscene sights, the most decadent orgy for these demons in years!

#elvis presley #angel AU #m/m

[zozo-01]

Welcome to 'Projecting Parts of Me onto Darlin' and Starlight'!!!! Buckle up Bitches, This is Gonna be a Wild Ass Ride <3 (Part One)

Hi! Hello! I have been threatened by @yetdevout to write down all of my Desi Darlin' and Starlight hcs and you know what? Imma do it. As I am writing this, this is getting reallyyyy long, so I'm gonna split this up into two <3. This willll be featuring both listeners being females, so if that's something you're not cool with, this is your warning!

[hehe, lets play a game and we'll call it 'which hcs are things that Zo doooo]

So we're gonna start with my darlin' Darlin'. (She doesn't have a name but shhhhhhh)

I have made it very clear that my Darlin' is from Toronto, and if anyone knows about Toronto, it has a diverse group of people within the South Asian diaspora.

Meaning that she picked up a little bit of every language, from bangla, punjabi, gujrathi, sindhi etc etc

It's not enough to speak fluently, but enough to get by with understanding the main points of what people are saying.

Her mother language is Urdu, but she's also fluent in hindi. (because they are the same language with different words and ahhhhhhh)

She gets her pronouns mixed up though. (ie, referring to masc items with fem pronouns)(Her family giver her shit, but she's trying T-T)

People who call urdu a "language impossible to make sound mean" pisssss her offfff. She'll glady be the proof to prove them wrong.

And she's inable to read Urdu because she learned how to read arabic instead. *sighhhh* Please don't ask.

--

Adoresss fucking with people.

It's not just Sam though, she's fucked with the entire pack.

Marie had to be the one who stopped her.

Poor Gabe and Asher were manipulated soooo much like this.

David doesn't even let her speak in Urdu around him because he's convinced that she's lying to him, which like fair.

(Doesn't help that the last time they spoke before she went to Washington, David asked if she'll be fine and she responded with 'I'll be fine' in urdu

It's just that Sam is her favourite target at the moment.

She'll tell the poor vampire the wrong meaning of certain words.

"Tum to meri chaan hai." "Hm? You say something, Darlin'?" "Just that you're a fucking bastard." (She literally called him her moon.)

"Paghal!" "What was that?" "I love you <3" (in her defence, she called him an idiot out of love)

Sam can never trust Darlin' on her word, so he goes to Milo (who is also desi because I said so <3) to decipher what Darlin's saying.

"Pffft- ya do realize that she's been messin' with ya since the beginnin'???"

Darlin' beats Milo up for ruining her fun. :(

--

Speaking of Milo, him and Darlin' were best friends growing up!!

Darlin' was always over at the Greer house and Marie loves her.

She truly believes that Darlin' was the daughter she never got.

Marie became Darlin's connection back home.

She'd cook her alllll of her favourite dishes (briyani, pulao, kalegi etc), order her lenghas, ghararas, shararas, tell her stories from back home and so on and so forth.

Most of Darlin's jewelry either is jewelry she inherited from her mother's family or gift from Marie.

Marie's the aunty who you can truly vent to and she'll give good advice and keep it a secret.

She admires the shit out of Marie for leaving her husband because she felt unhappy 'cus that shits unheard of!

--

Which begs the question, why didn't Darlin' tell Marie about Quinn?

There is a culture of 'taking it' in many South Asian communities. You can't complain about anything, lest it makes you seem weak.

And with Darlin's father... oh you better believe Darlin' kept quiet about any pain they were in.

A habit that unfortunately followed them to this day.

Another reason is because she doesn't wanna mess up her mom's reputation.

Despite her wild and rebellious nature, she is obedient to a degree because she cares for her mom's reputation. Absolutely kills her though because her actions shouldn't reflect her mother, but she rather shut up and let Quinn drain her then 'ruin' her mom's life.

--

Apologies for it getting dark, but I did say that it was 'Projecting Parts of Me onto Darlin'.'

But anywho back to the happier things, LUDO!!!!

For those who don't know, Ludo is a board game that is common in a lot of desi households. It's our version of Monopoly and shit. Gets. Intense.

Darlin's the Queennnn of Ludo in her family. She beat her nani, that's enough of a coronation for her.

Like imagine Vincent, Lovely, Sam and Darlin' playing Ludo for a game nightttt.

Vincent (who is also also desi because I said so <3) and Darlin' are screaming at each other because Vincent 'killed' one of Darlin's pieces. At one point, they both started screaming in urdu.

Sam and Lovely decided to grab popcorn and watched the shit show go down.

--

Despite her hatred of formal settings, Darlin' really does like to dress up.

Like she'll do her make up and put on a gharara and run through the woods (Sam's backyard).

He adores watching them dress up because it's one of the few moments where Darlin' will talk about her life prior to coming to Dahlia.

"This chudiyan set was from my great-grandmother and was one of the few things she kept with her during the partition."

Her favourite piece of jewelry is her mother's wedding day tikkah because she vows to wear it on her wedding day and have a better marriage than her parents did.

Poor girl just wants to be a bollywood heroine but she's got shit to deal withhhh.

--

Speaking of bollywood movies, she freaking adores them!!

From classics to modern day, she'll eat that shit up!

Doesn't watches movie with subtitles because she doesn't have the need to.

Her favourite is 'Chak De India.' (Its reallyyyy good and I am telling you to go watch itttt)

She changes this habit once Sam comes into her life.

Sings alongs to all of the songs and has the prettiest voice when she does it.

Explains some of the cultural significance behind some of the movies actions to Sam.

"There's just... this expectation to listen to your parents. And if you don't, they'll lash out. That doesn't make then bad people, it just... I don't know how to explain it." "Culture varies from place to place, darlin'. I get that."

Bollywood movies are how Sam tries to learn urdu so he can impress her. (Yes I know hindi and urdu are two different languages but shhhhhhh)

--

Food preferences!!!

Loves anything with rice. Briyani, pulao, white rice, it does not matter, she'll eat it.

Not really the biggest fan of any kind of roti, paratha or naan, but she'll stomach if she must.

Does not like chai at alllll. Visibly gags at the taste. (Yes I know, disgrace to all brown people, but she cannotttt be bothered to care.)

Also the food has to be spicy, no exceptions.

She once spit out food at a restaurant because it was too bland.

Adoressss mangos. But like, she's really picky with them. They haveeee to be from south asia or else she doesn't want them.

Sam has taken upon himself to order mango seeds to plant in their garden <3.

As for drinks, adoresss lassi! But she has to make her own separately in a glass cuz she adds extra salt in hers.

--

See this tik tok???? Darlin' has sent it to everyone she's had an argument with.

Here are their reactions:

David: Tank you can't use a tiktok to win a damn argument.

Asher: Sigh, Tank no-

Sam: Maturing is also realizing that help is ok and that you need to take care of yourself.

Milo: LISTEN HERE YOU BITCH-

--

some miscellaneous things

Darlin' once pushed Sam away from her because she thought an auntie she knew was approaching.

Milo has 'Desi Girl' as his ringtone for Darlin' and once Sam learned the meaning behind the lyrics, he made it his ringtone too.

Darlin' exudes 'technically an only child, bur has relatives who treat her like a younger sister' vibes. [This is a specific role that I can't explain but it makes sense.]

Considers men who are called 'mama's boys' a red flag. [BECAUSE THEY FUCKING ARE (in brown communities at least).]

Sam once called himself a 'mama's boy' and Darlin' was deadass considering leaving him.

Has her wedding planned out. She has walked Sam through every single step of their wedding.

I don't really have a clear idea of their home life, just that her parents aren't bad people, just a product of the environment they were brought up in.

Can't do mehndi to save their lives, so they spend a shit ton of money to get it done for events.

#honestly there is soooo much more i can add #but i am tired and these are my darlin thoughts #darlin 🤝 starlight -> both having my name for varyingggg different reasons #feel free to hop in my inbox and add any ideas that i may have forgotten #because lorddddd knows that i definitely forget something #[not going into the main tags because this (and part two) is me projecting and i am self conscious] #this is zo speaking #redacted darlin #fem! darlin

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

the wackiest thing to come out of jikook not really interacting is shippers trying to say that jimin and jungkook are omitting the truth rather than just accepting what they say at face value. it's strange and concerning because the next step is not believing anything that comes out of their mouths. jimin literally said he's often home by dinner time and i remember people trying to say that he gets home at odd hours everyday to make excuses for jungkook not being able to get dinner for jimin.

It's just hilarious. Jikookers spent years saying they're so different from taekookers, that they base their opinions on facts, that they watch original content and listen to what the members say, they're """supporters""" not shippers blablabla.

For me, thinking that Jimin or Jungkook are liars automatically means the start of a journey towards resentment. You can't possibly be like aw yeah these guys lie all the time gotta love them 🤭 why even listen to them or care about them if they're constantly lying? Not to mention that according to jikookers they're lying about hanging out together, which is literally what taekook and jihope have been doing a lot. The only Jungkook ship alive right now is taekook. People also think that taekook are dating. Why aren't they hiding if they don't want people to reach dangerous conclusions?

I said I was done talking about this, tho this was about jikookers more than jikook. While we're at it tho, I'll just add this that I saw a few hours ago.

They visited Jin on Saturday, so they probably had that particular day off. I can't find the clip where Jungkook says it so if someone notices I'm wrong, I'll be glady corrected but I think Jungkook said on Friday night "I don't have anything tomorrow". Friday night while Jungkook was live, Jimin was (most likely) at home watching TV and posting on Instagram. Jungkook was live, and then fell asleep. Then they were both free on Saturday and Jimin went to visit Jin. He was free to celebrate Hoseok's birthday too and Jungkook wasn't there that time either (which I'm still surprised about, and I don't get it unless he happened to have some professional schedule). So yeah, it's back to the beginning of what I've been saying. There is free time when they can meet, they just apparently don't.

But well. This is about jikookers and how I've always been right when I said everyone's just a shipper😭 and many months down the line if we ever see Jimin and Jungkook in the same room again, they'll be okay! They'll be nice to each other and jikookers will still run to say THEYRE MARRIEDDDD because they smiled at each other while completely forgetting that it seems they go weeks without seeing each other even if they're in the same city. Because they are shippers just as everyone else.

[anyathefandom]

The way I'm bitter now that brasha conflict wasn't brando joining the mob because he feels like he owes sonny everything and Sasha being upset because they have little Liam to take care of together now.

We could've gotten Sasha speaking with and befriending Sam about how she felt about her decision to break up with Jason because he made their life dangerous and wasn't very present in their children's lives due to his hardcore loyalty to CarSon.

Tabloids could've been slandering Sasha for dating a mobster. They could've kept in that Paparazzi guy stalking her and Brando threatening him for Sasha. They could've left in the paparazzi still stalking her and Sasha trying to escape him in a hurry ends up still hitting harmony and causing her death.

Sasha then could've been TEMPTED to start using pills again due to stress over her issues with Brando and the public judging her over her relationship with Brando and calling her a murder and we could see her buying the pills and sitting in the car contemplating taking them and then the paparazzi shows up and takes pictures of her and posts them.

Even more tabloids come out with having headlines like "Which is the worser parent a cold blooded mobster or Sasha Gilmore the pill popping murderous model who has lived up to being the very face of deception..."

And that brings up even more issues between Brasha which leads to them having a huge fight over the pills, him working for sonny, and it leads to a break up (temporarily of course because I love brasha❤️) brasha decides to still live together because Brando doesn't trust her to be alone with Liam because he's suspicious of whether or not she's doing drugs again but also because he doesn't truly want to leave her. Sasha decides to take time off from work for a mental health break and decides to go to therapy.

I'm not sure where I would have them go from there right now but I'll throw in Sasha noticing willow and tj always together at the hospital when it's time for her to go to a session and her being like "👀 what's up with that?"

Willow and Molly have passive aggressive interactions everytime Molly visits tj at the hospital. They have tension and they know why but they refuse to acknowledge it.

I'll keep Brando and Dex having a rivalry of sorts

Sasha is falling for her attractive therapist and their having an emotional affair (It's wrong on many levels because there's a power imbalance and this will not end well for them believe me)

Brando and Molly engage in supposedly harmless flirting all the time whenever they encounter each other without tj (listen Molly is channeling her mama right now and is kind of ready to drop the panties for a mobster 🤪)

Tolly aren't getting to spend that much time together due to their jobs and are in denial about their being distance between them right now

Gladys is exasperated with brasha because she knows all the tea. It's a mess.🥴

Sidenote: As you can see I have brasha going through a rough time still but it's far more interesting than what the writers are doing to them on the show.

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[aliypop]

If You're Looking For Trouble: Part 2

Word Count: 1,318

Writers Note: This is a limited series requested by @sissylittlefeather if you lovely fans have any requests or wanna say hi my ask is open!

Warning: Language, death

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: It's 1960 and the battle of the mobs is not a crossfire you want to mess with, with Elvis as the Don of the Memphis Mafia finds himself head-deep in insanity over Cecelia Shanel Valmos Don of the Valmos Cartel

Chapters: 1, 2, 3 (Coming soon)

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Nashville Tennessee 1960

Rain was beating against the Valmos mansion windows as the trees rattled and the thunder rolled. Cecelia held a knife in her hand as she was covered in blood looming over a body. Carting him out in her Persian rug and into her car, she drove down to the river, lifted him over the railing, sliced his heart out, and as she let him go, she felt his hands around her throat, choking her. Cecelia couldn't breathe. She had a lump in her throat. Her heart was beating fast, and all she could do was scream. Midge ran to her bedside as she jolted up like a corpse, taking its last breath, 

"Boss, what's wrong..." 

"H-He...." Her hands were shaking, and her lips were dry, 

"Anthony again..."

"Mhmm..."

"Should I send in Rosa or Carlotta..." 

"Neither," She sighed, putting on her robe as she walked outside. Taking in the fresh air, she felt lonely, haunted even with her lack of romance, though she was running an empire.

"Cil..."

"Hmmm, Daphane..."

"A present." 

"Who's it from?"

"Elvis..." Cecelia opened the box and inside was a garnet and pink diamond ring. She knew Elvis had a way with gifts, but she knew he had a way with women, and those blue eyes already broke her before he'd even say anything to her.

Please don't send this back.

-Elvis Presley

P.S. There's a matching earring set.

"If you don't want his gift, I'll take it," Daphane said. Laughing, Cecelia blushed a little. No, she couldn't feel giddy, it wasn't like her, 

"I think I'll keep this one."

Memphis Tennessee 1960

"Heard you wanted to see me..." Elvis said he was standing in her almost-finished dance hall when he noticed the earrings and ring on her finger. So he did find something she liked, "Yeah, look, I know what you're doing, okay." Elvis's heartbeat began to race as he was nervous about what she was going to say, 

"And what am I doing..."

"Trying to butter me up so you can get me all vulnerable, and then when you have me right where you want me..." She paused as he looked at her, 'You'll crush the air from out my lungs." Elvis grabbed her by the arms as he hugged her, 

"I could never crush you..."

"You're bluffing." She stayed in his chest,

"Well, you keep burning my covers to hell and back." He laughed as he looked down at her. Elvis and Cecelia were good friends. They had moments of destroying each other, but they'd been friends for years. 

"You keep burning mine..." She looked up at him as their eyes met, 

"See, you liked the jewelry set ..."

"It was pink."

"You could just say thank you."

"To you... No," She laughed as he unwrapped himself from her. 

"So, really, why'd you wanna meet?"

"Well, I open tomorrow. And I want you as a partner..."

"Me?"

"Didn't I tell you? You don't want me as an enemy?" she smirked, walking as she began to show him around, "You did..." He laughed. There were moments like this that gave Elvis hope that she liked him, but she was tricky and a bit moody blue sometimes, but he adored her the same.

 "Look about your covers."

"Don't worry, Cil, I'm fixing them."

"They should be back up in a few months. You're welcome." She smiled at him as he turned to blush, "Did Mrs. Gladys Love Smith Presley not teach you to say thank you!" 

"I-I, uh, I'm shocked, is all." 

"Don't be. I like you, and I've been going through a lot, okay." She mentioned as he began to notice the lack of sleep under her eyes, 

"What's wrong, Cece..." He stopped walking as she kept going. 

"Nothing..." 

"Cecelia..." She looked at him, and those blue eyes were not fading from her viewpoint, "Don't make me ask you again." He glanced at her, 

"I had a nightmare. Everyone has a nightmare. It was stupid."

"Was it him..."

"Yeah, it was..." She sat next to him. Her hand was shaking. He knew about Anthony. He'd had his boys come after him a few times, 

"Same thing... Or,"

"I felt him choke me..." She shook her head, "It felt real..." she whispered, her hand on her neck as Elvis took it and placed her hand in his, 

"Well, it ain't real..." He looked at her again. She was at peace around him, but she couldn't be. She could not let her guard down, and he knew it, but he wished that once she'd let him in like she used to. "I know..." Moving her hand away from his as he sighed, the room was quiet as they heard footsteps. Their hands had both reached for their guns as they shot two of Anthony's men. It had to have been his mother sending them. 

"You take that end, I'll take the other end," Elvis said as she nodded,

"Gotcha..." She nodded, loading more bullets into her pistol as she continued to shoot. Blood was pooling around her feet in her new club, but Elvis wanted to keep her safe. As they finished their blood bath, Elvis came back carrying one of the men, 

"Figured you'd wanna torture this one."

"Figured you'd want this one... asshole made me chip a nail, so I chipped his tooth." She smiled, oh was Elvis a bit horny and horrified, 

"You wanna..."

"Yeah..."

"Girls take the folds off them..." Cecelia commanded as the two guys looked scared shitless. Elvis stood with Cecelia as Carlotta glared, "He's not a foe tonight..." Rosa mumbled as Daphane gave her a pair of pillars, 

"Uh, you want a hammer, Elvis?"

"Nah, I'll use my rings, honey," He winked as they left them. The two men were a part of the Rodgers mob, but she needed to know how they found her. 

"This can be either easy or hard..." She paced as they watched, "You tell me things, I tell you things..." She smiled as they smirked, "But if you don't tell me things, you'll lose blood." She said as Elvis chuckled. A few moments later, the two men still wouldn't spill. Cecelia took a deep breath as she pilled one man's nail bed back and ripped more nails from his fingers. Elvis had shot his guy in the knees twice.

"Now talk before she starts rippin teeth..."

"Okay, okay!"

"I'm listening..." 

"Fuck you!" The other goon said as Elvis shot him, 

"ELVIS AARON!" Cecelia looked at him in distress.

"What, he was rude," Elvis sighed. Something about him pushing his hair back with blood on his face was sending her into a heated frenzy,

 "Great..."

"Carlotta sent us to kill him!" Cecelia smirked at what he had to say, 

"You're bluffing..." 

"I-I-...."

"She can smell bullshit..." Elvis leaned in, "The truth just might work out for ya, son..." The goon spat in her face as Cecelia slit his throat open, "ARGH!" Her knife still going, " YOU BASTARD, NO ONE SPITS IN MY FACE, YOU GOT IT, ANTHO-" Elvis pulled her away from the body as he took the knife from her hand, 

"Cecelia Shanel Valmos! He's dead!"

"I... What happened?" 

"Ya snapped." He shook his head, "Look, how about you come to my place and-"

"You feed those bodies to the pigs, have your boys make sausages, and I'll send them as "gifts"." She grabbed him as he took her to his limo. When they arrived at his home, Jerry and Joe greeted him until they saw her.

 "Why's she here..."

"Relax, we had a rough day Jerbear." She sighed. Jerry glared at Elvis, 

"Two bodies in the trunk. Have Red and Billy deal with those."

"I'm gonna shower, so don't you try anything, Pres," Cecelia smirked as Elvis rolled his eyes, 

"You'd shoot me if I did, " He laughed as Judy watched, "So you do like someone..."

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[furinatism]

ACE VENTURA X READER chapter 18

warnings: kidnapping, attempted manipulation, implied stockholm syndrome, reader losing conciousness, choking (not in a.... "fun" way)

ace was bound to a single chair intended to be the 'audience' of your ceremony.

milton had fetched a bound captive he had earlier stashed within the warehouse, forcing them to be your officiator.

her hair was thinning from malnutrition, her healthy plumpness and natural glow being diminished from how much time she had been held here.

she pursed her lips, looking towards you sympathetically. this woman... no, this girl could not have been older than sixteen.

"a-and do you, um, milton... take y/n t-to be your lawfully wedded partner... in, um.. illness and in good times?" the girl stammered out. you cringed, knowing her fragmented memory had failed her.

milton seethed, slapping her across her face. "wrong! what kind of priest gets it wrong?! i'll do it myself!" he shrieked, shoving the girl into a seat next to ace in the audience.

ace smiled sarcastically at the girl, still joking despite his situation. "so happy you could make it, aunt gladys was wondering if you'd show up!" he quipped. the girl gazed confusedly at the detective, and he made a facepalming action (despite his bound wrists).

milton glared at his 'audience' before resuming the ceremony.

"y/n, i take you to be my lawfully wedded partner. i will honor and cherish you; love, trust, and commit to you, through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever we may be put through, until death do us part," milton smiled widely, the creepy aura surrounding him returning. you tried not to make a sound nor shiver.

milton then prompted you to say it back. you rushed through the vow, feeling bile rise in your throat. milton blushed heavily as you spoke such 'loving' words to him. he grabbed your face in his hands, breathing hard.

"a-any objections?!" he shouted, nearly breathless from anticipation.

"i object!" called ace. you cringed, and milton's hands dropped back to his side, balling into fists.

gritting his teeth together, milton spoke to ace. "objection ignored. now, does my darling wish to continue?" milton sang sweetly, turning back to you.

ace's voice rang out in a high-pitched, mockingly feminine tone. "oh yes please, milton! first you kidnapped my cat, now me, and then the handsome, wonderful ace ventura! there is nothing i would love more than to marry an abusive captor!"

milton slammed into ace, nearly knocking over the chair he was bound to. "shut up! stop talking, y/n loves me! not you, not you at all!" milton screeched, reaching for ace's throat to force the life out of him.

you gasped, shouting 'wait!' briskly, struggling in your restraints. milton whirled around, hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled and glasses askew on his face. his mouth twisted into a frenzied grin. "yes, darling?" he heaved, drawing closer to you at a frighteningly slow pace.

"i.. w-well..." the previous rush of boldness had worn off when milton's crazed look sunk in. "m-milton, you're... you're wrong. a-about me, about... about everything!" you tried to keep your voice steady as you spoke, failing. milton sensed your timidness, so close to you now that you could feel his breath upon your skin.

"is that so? tell me, my love, what am i so wrong about?" he hissed. you straightened up instincitvely, raising your head in defiance.

"i mean what i told you earlier- i will never love you." you hissed. milton caught your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him once again. he leered, inching closer to you.

"why don't you say that to me again, dollface?" he spat. you shivered, still glaring into his soul.

"it's just like i said- i love him, and hate you."

milton swiftly slapped you across the face with enough force to make you fall to your knees. the stinging sensation only urged you to continue.

"he's done more for me over the past month than you have done for me in my entire life of knowing you, milton! ace was there for me in my most desperate time, and you know who caused me to fall into such a dark place? you. you have ruined my life, while ace has only made it so much better. i love him, i love him with my whole heart. and my entire body only registers you, milton, as a threat- i despise your very being."

you could see ace's hardened expression out of the corner of your eyes, as though he was thinking over what you had said. at this point, none of it mattered. whatever you could do to get out of this situation, or to die with milton knowing you had hated him, was necessary. 

milton shrieked, covering his face with his hands. "my darling, why do you say such things! is it because he is present?!" you shook your head, grinning maliciously.

"i want to do whatever i can to get away from you. you disgust me to my very core, and if i could i would rip every joyful part of your life away from you." milton began to weep, throwing his arms around you.

"please y/n, don't say such things! i... i love you, my angel. you know that, right?" he pleaded, grasping your bound hands within his own. you ripped yourself away from him, standing up suddenly.

"shut the fuck up! no, you don't love me! if you died in front of me, i would only feel happiness. not a twinge of guilt or remorse. so go on, go rot."

milton got up angrily, pushing you down once again. wrapping his hands around your neck, he began to restrict your air flow. gasping and gagging, you refused to look him in the eye.

"please, my love! look at me, exist to me once more!" he cried.

ace watched your struggle, and you locked eyes with him. tears of fear, resignation, and struggle flowed freely down your face as ace watched on, terrified.

you smiled softly before you finally lost conciousness.

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[nadjaofstatenisland]

Lot of people seem to think all the parents are the same age and went to school together but is there any canon proof behind this or do we just assume this for convenience? Couldn't FP and Alice go to Southside High?

Facts we know about our Riverparents school years:

Hermione dated both Fred and Hiram (“Even dated for a bit.” “Before you left me for the rich kid.”, 1x01)

FP, Fred, and Hermione went to high school together (”You remember FP Jones from high school.” 1x07)

Hermione and Penelope went to high school together (”I went to school with your mother, Cheryl.” 1x04)

Alice and Hal were high school sweethearts (“High school sweethearts who got married and…”, 1x08)

Hermione reminds Mary she was a mean girl in high school ("Karmic payback for being such a mean girl.” 1x11)

Mary and Alice went to junior high together, so we can assume high school as well ("You’ve been pulling this same thing since junior high.” 1x11)

FP, Alice, and Hal went to school together (FP’s homecoming story, 1x11)

Hiram and Hermione met at Riverdale High (Hal’s article, 2x16)

So everyone here is at least connected at some point. We don’t know that all these guys were in the same grade, but we can assume. FP, Fred, and Hermione  all talk about senior year at one point. Alice and Hal won homecoming court, so they were probably the same grade. Although the show has yet to confirm they’re all the same grade, yes, for convenience sake lets say they were. And they were the class of 1993 since Candy Man came out in October 1992 and it was their senior year (Twilight Drive In, 1x04).

Clifford, Tom, Sierra, and Gladys are the only parents we have no information about. My guess is Clifford must have attended Riverdale High since he comes from one of the founding families, but was probably a bit older than the rest. I like to think Tom and Sierra are the same age as the rest of our parents and Gladys was a bit younger. But then again, those are just my personal thoughts. 

As for Southside High… Southside High is the definition of a lazy plot device. FP and Alice didn’t go to Southside High because Southside High, I assure you, wasn’t created until they were writing 1x13. Plenty of times it could have been casually brought up (”My boyfriend Joaquin goes to Southside High.”) and it wasn’t. Lets just pretend it was still a juvenile detention center until at least the mid-90s so this makes a little more sense as to why our Southside parents never went there.

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