#and patsy cline

[xx-vergil-xx]

ch. 37 teaser – road trip shenanigans

[wynnyfryd]

“Lemme in,” Eddie mumbles, lifting Steve’s arm to dip under it and tuck into his side.

“So demanding,” Steve laughs, but he lets himself be manhandled by his cuddlebug boyfriend. Eddie’s always a bit of a needy brat after he comes; Steve pets his hair and welcomes him in.

He curls into the offered space, pressing an ear to Steve’s heart, all those sex-frizzed curls catching on Steve’s stubble, and he throws an arm around him, settles in with a contented squeeze.

Steve goes back to reading his book. His eyes move diligently across the page, but his focus flows like river water over smooth bed stone: too slippery to catch hold, too inevitably drawn home by the tide, the waves singing Eddie, Eddie, Eddie as they break against the shore.

Eddie starts humming a tune under his breath just as Steve starts to nod off, and Steve looks down at him through drooping lids, his heart clenching with some unbearably soft thing. He kisses the crown of Eddie’s head. “Whatcha singing?”

“Mm,” Eddie smiles gently, “just some Patsy. Your heart’s beating at the perfect tempo for it. Here, listen.”

He takes one of Steve’s hands, laces their fingers together and rests them both against Steve’s chest, and he croons to the rhythm of Steve’s slowly thudding pulse.

“See the pyramids along the Nile.”

Fuck, his voice is gorgeous. Low and deep, a soft, rumbly baritone with just a hint of gravelly rasp.

“Watch the sunrise on a crocodile.”

Steve smiles as his accent slips out, that subtle, rural twang that makes him pronounce it crocky-dile. The unbearably soft thing swells in his chest, seeps into his limbs; sinks into his bones.

“Just remember, darlin’, all the while… Come on,” Eddie squints up at him, “do you not know your Patsy Cline?”

Steve bites his lip. His heart’s going to explode. “I love you,” he sighs. The words slip out so easily. Second nature, like Steve’s said them a million times before.

He tenses when he realizes that he hasn’t. He hasn’t said them, not to Eddie. Not until right now. “Shit,” he blanches, “I, uh—”

“Nuh uh,” Eddie cuts him off, his smile widening to show off all his cute teeth, his pretty dimples, his sparkling brown eyes. “No take backsies, baby,” he teases, barely holding back a bubble of delighted laughter at Steve’s expense.

Brat. Steve holds his gaze.

Eddie’s smile falters, falls away entirely as his lips part softly and his eyes go hooded and Steve’s stomach clenches with want. Eddie brings their hands to his mouth, sucks a wet kiss to their interwoven knuckles. “Will you say it again?”

Steve trembles. “I love you.”

Another kiss. A gentle bite. “I love you, too.”

[citizenscreen]

Patsy Cline performing at a benefit in Kansas City on March 3, 1963, two days before her tragic death. Hugely influential Cline’s talent transcends genre.

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

Well, I thought that I was just your puppet You held on a string

[audiemurphy1945]

Bud Lee, "Another Version of the Dream", Esquire, 1971

[tilbageidanmark]

Willie Nelson

[americaisdead]

patsy cline's dream home. 🩵 goodlettsville, tenn. july 2024

© tag christof

[typewriter-worries]

country songs everyone should listen to at least once

Wichita Lineman by Glen Campbell

Leavin' On Your Mind by Patsy Cline

My Autumn's Done Come by Lee Hazlewood

Crying by Roy Orbison

The End of the World by Loretta Lynn

Here You Come Again by Dolly Parton

Welcome to My World by Jim Reeves

Don't Touch Me by Jeannie Seely

Make the World Go Away by Eddy Arnold

Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash

Little Green Apples by Roger Miller

Me and Bobby McGee by Kris Kristofferson

folk version

[vinylespassion]

Patsy Cline, 1957

Patsy Cline, de son vrai nom Virginia Patterson Hensley, est née le 8 septembre 1932 à Winchester, en Virginie. Elle est considérée comme l'une des chanteuses de country les plus influentes du 20e siècle et a joué un rôle crucial dans l'élargissement de l'audience de la musique country en intégrant des éléments de pop dans ses chansons. Elle a connu son premier grand succès en 1957 avec la chanson « Walkin' After Midnight », qui lui a permis de devenir la première chanteuse de country à avoir un hit croisé dans les classements pop. Sa carrière a été marquée par de nombreux défis, notamment des problèmes contractuels avec sa première maison de disques, 4 Star Records, et un grave accident de voiture en 1961. Cependant, elle a continué à enregistrer et à performer, devenant une figure emblématique de la scène country jusqu'à sa mort prématurée dans un accident d'avion le 5 mars 1963, alors qu'elle rentrait d'un concert de bienfaisance à Kansas City​. Après sa mort, Patsy Cline a été la première femme à être intronisée au Country Music Hall of Fame en 1973.

[fidjiefidjie]

Bon Soir ❤️🎻🎸🎙

Patsy Cline 🎶 Crazy

[beetlemp3]

where spurs are jinglin' a cowboy is singin' this lonesome cattle call

[rockincountryblues]

Patsy Cline

[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

Patsy Cline (1963)

[citizenscreen]

Remembering Patsy Cline on her birthday #botd

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Yoko Ono (1933-) Plastic Ono Band - vocals, keyboards, percussion; solo - additionally a multimedia artist Songs: "Why," "Don't Worry Kyoko (Mummy's Only Looking for Her Hand in the Snow)" Propaganda: "Beautiful queen I would like to enter a toxic situationship with. I support women's wrongs!!!!!!!!" "i actually, truly, unironically vibe with her music. is it weird? yes. but it's PERSONAL. she's connecting with me in it. she's doing weird different things with rhythms in her 1970s work with John Lennon that actually hit me in the right places. maybe music wasn't her true #1 thing but she made it her own and i think she's iconic for that."

Patsy Cline (1932-1963) solo Songs: "Crazy," "I Fall to Pieces" Propaganda: "my grandpa would kill me if i did not nominate her"

Visual Propaganda for Yoko Ono:

Visual Propaganda for Patsy Cline:

[montanamp3]

"i can make him better" "i can make him worse" I can get him into classic country