#dreamy’s school diary

[i-eat-lip-gloss]

bro i was regressing so hard in math class today

like i was sitting there sucking/slightly nibbling on my knuckles (bc sucking ur thumb is not what middle schoolers do) and kicking my feet/legs side to side and when it was kinda loud i would babble under my breath/rlly quietly

also since we had to take notes in science (i have the same teacher/class for both science and math) my mind would say the words out loud (quietly) in babytalk. like the book would say “-and that helps with …” and my brain would say “-awnd dat hewp wif …”

i just pray i wasn’t being too obvious with it and Bead doesn’t question it (we have the same class and at one point (or more idk) she looked at me while i was swaying/kicking my feet and sucking on the back of my fingers while babbling silently)

[seruadoric]

planning to finish all my drafts b4 school starts rahhhh 🦅🦅🦅

I'VE ACTUALLY BEEN SO BUSY W/ HANGING OUT WITH MY FRIENDS AND HAVING PART-TIME JOBS I HAVEN'T GOTTEN THE TIME TO WORK ON THEM MUCH LMAO 😭

trust me, they're coming soon 🫡

[ailithnight]

Mind you, the Justice League investigating the Fentons is obviously all B-plot. The A-plot is clearly the Danny/Tim romance shenanigans.

DCxDP fanfic idea: Ecto-Specialist

Danny Fenton gets sent by his parents as a Fenton Ecto-Specialist at the request of the Justice League. They would have gone themselves, but unfortunately, every other Fenton had come down with the flu.

Danny was happy about his ghost immune system because this meant he could present Ghosts in a much more favorable light. He left behind all his parents' weapon blueprints and research reports.

He switched them out with his PowerPoint, ghost notes, and interviews he managed to obtain from the friendlier spiris. He arrived to the Hall of Justice, was given a special access pass and was told to set up in a board room.

He nervously plugged everything in, smooth down his suit, and practiced his speech. He's given presentations before, but they have always been school assignments. It was still nerve-wracking, but at least everyone else had to give the exact same topic for the same five to six minutes requirement.

Here, he was going to speak before some of the best heroes of the world to convince them that ghosts were sentiment. To prove they should have rights.

No pressure.

"Hello, I'm Danny Fenton. I'm going to speak about Ecto-beings and their vast culture within the Infinite Realms, " He says to the empty chairs. He pauses for a moment before, as if though he was gathering the attention of a audience before pressing the clicker abd watching his slide move.

"What are Ecto-beings?" He makes a gesture, that he once saw Tim Drake do on TV. It was a smooth wrist roll that he thought look sophisticated. "They can come in all shapes and sizes. Some are naturally formed from their environment, others are born to Ecto-beings and a few or deceased spirits. But they all share a core build from ectoplasm. That's what classifieds them as-"

"Maybe start but explaining what ectoplasm is" a voice cuts him off. Danny is not proud of the high pitch scream that releases from his throat. He is even less proud that he jumps so badly, he ends up tripping over his feet and falling over.

Bell-like laughter, fills the air, and Danny swings his head to the doorway only to further choke on his spit. Standing there looking like a Greek god is Tim Drake.

The very person he was attempting to imitate.

"Are you the Fenton Works representative?" Drake asks, strutting in with a wink. "I'm here on Wayne Enterprises behalf. We may be doing a joint charity effort for Ecto-beings rights. I'm Timothy Drake. And you?"

"I ugh, I'm Danny. Ugh- Danny Fenton. My parents own Fenton Works." He scrambles to his feet, flushing dark red when Drake smiles. "I'm presenting today. I was um practicing?"

"You're doing great" Drake assures. "Just remember to not stand in front of the screen. You want people to ready your bullet points."

"Oh." Danny drags his podium over. He cringes when he realizes that causes it yo scrap against the floor, leaving two long lines.

Drake's grin widens. "It has wheels. You just press the little lever on the right"

Danny wants to die "right. Sorry"

"Nothing a wax machine can't fix." Drake tilts his head, studying his face before asking,"Want to get a quick coffee to calm your nerves? They sell a great brand in the cafeteria"

Danny rubs his hands "Coffee makes me more nervous but thank you"

Drake's smile flatters before it switches back. "Icecream then?"

"No thank you. I run cold naturally and ice cream makes it worse"

".....how about afterwards? We could go watch a moive? Dinner?"

"I would, but I'm supposed to stay in the hotel my parents rented for me. They'll know if I'm not."

The other teen nods and looks a bit disappointed. "Alright, you can't blame a guy for trying . Well, good luck with your practice. I'll be back in an hour for the presentation."

Dannybwaves goodbye, trying to slow his fluttering heart rate. He just spoke to Tim Drake! He can't wait to text Sam and Tucker.

It's only after re-running the presentation once, about thirty minutes later, that Danny jolts in place "HE WAS ASKING ME OUT?!"

"Who was?"

For the second time that day, Danny released a high pitch scream. It's much worse to find Wonder Woman fighting a amused smile standing in the doorway instead of a Teenage Hearttob.

He hasn't even started. Maybe he should have fake being sick, too.

[smuttycentre]

THE FIRST VAMPIRE pt.1 (MATT DONOVAN)

M/n: Male reader

Word Count:

Synopsis: You are the original vampire. Unkillable. And you plan to conquer and fuck every man in Mystic Falls. Step 1. Get a house. This is set in Series one.

Warnings: non-con, compell, finger sucking, spit in mouth, sniffing armpits, sniffing sweat, ball sucking, blowjob, swallow

Author Note: This will be part of a series where you are an upgraded original vampire in The Vampire Diaries. You can compel anyone and everyone including the originals, witches and hunters. The goal is to fuck everybody in this series while following the timeline of the original series and introducing new characters as they come into the show.

You have lived thousands of years but never before have you seen a town with such delicious men. You have big plans for Mystic Falls. You have been watching for a while. There are the two new brothers in town who are vampires and their obsession’s little brother Jeremy. There is the Mayors son, Tyler. And there is the sweet, innocent Matt. Matt Donovan. He is your target.

You’ve been planning on making an empire of men. Men for you to play with, dispose of and make use of. Your own personal obedient slaves. Matt is an easy first target. Not too popular at school, no parent in the house and a stoner sister. He looks damaged and you take pity on him. You know you can make his life better by introducing yourself into his life.

You are at the Mystic Grill, Matt is working and you can’t stop looking at him. He hasn’t noticed you but not to worry, he will devote his life to you in no time.

You’ve ordered your favourite drink a few times hoping that he is the one to deliver it. He hasn’t yet. You are waiting for your next drink when you see him coming over.

He gets to your table and places your drink in front of you. You grab his hand, you make eye contact and say “Thank you”. His hand is wet from all the drinks he has been making but you don’t mind. You start to compel him.

“What time do you finish?”

“9pm” he replies

“Once you finish your shift, wait for me outside. Don’t tell anyone”

You let go of his hand, give him a smile and he walks away. You take a sip of your drink and wait.

…

It is 9pm and you are waiting outside the bar. It is winter and dark out. There are a few people walking by but no one close enough to stop you from completing your mission.

You wait a few minutes. You don’t feel any cold. Matt comes out and notices you. Still in his uniform and comes over. You look him in the eyes and start to compel:

“You belong to me. Everything you own is mine, everything you touch is mine. You are mine. You will do anything I ask. You will please me in every way possible. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master” he replied.

“Master? Hmm” you thought to yourself. You like the sound of that.

“Now, Matt Donovan. Take me to your house. I am going to live there from now on”

He nodded and held out his hand. This is going to be fun. You took his hand, interlaced fingers and started walking to his home.

…

“I invite you in to my home. After you” your new servant said. You stepped inside his house and made your way to the living room.

“Would you like a drink?” He asking trying to please you. You held out your arm and gestured him towards you. You looked at him and noticed his dreamy blue eyes. You leaned in for a kiss. As your lips touched you could hear his heart racing, but not from panic, from excitement. You then moved towards his neck and started kissing there. Matt moaned a little as his eyelids stuttered. You opened your mouth and bit him. You felt his warm blood enter your mouth and filling you up. You have been around for a long time and can control every ounce of your thirst. You control it, it doesn’t control you.

After a few seconds you put your fangs away and look back at him. He is still staring at you deeply waiting for a purpose. Waiting to please you more. You take your fingers and wipe off the excess blood on his neck and sucked your fingers.

You then looked at Matt. You had an idea. You take your fingers out of your mouth and put them towards his lips. He already knew exactly what you wanted as his mouth was open ready to receive. You stuck four fingers into his mouth, it was bigger than you thought.

You seductively move your fingers in and out of his mouth, allowing him to get every part of each finger wet.

You take you wet hand out and put each finger into your mouth and tasted Matts saliva.

You placed your wet hand on the back of his neck, held him tight and went in for another kiss - this time with tongue. Matt was acting on every impulse. As soon as you allowed him to dominate, he dominated and stuck his tongue in your mouth. But when you took back dominance he didn’t fight, he only allowed it and it seemed almost as if he was thankful for giving him purpose.

You release your grasp on his lips and look at him one more time.

“Open your mouth” you order. He obliges. You manoeuvre all your saliva in your mouth and bring it to the front. You move closer to his warm, wet lips almost as if to kiss again but at the last minute you thrust your spit right into his mouth. He twitches but accepts you.

“Swallow” you command and he does. “Good boy Matt. I can see we are going to have lots of fun together.”

“Take me to your room” you say. He turns and you follow him upstairs.

When you get to his room you turn the light on, shut the door and then turn to him.

“We are going to have a little fun tonight. Think of it as a little initiation into my gang. I have big plans for you.”

You walk up to him and look him in the eyes. “I also forgot. You will not tell anyone about me. When I’m not around, I am not in your mouth. You will remain living life as normal unless I have requests. You will not mention me to anyone apart from the people in our gang. Our circle. Which for now is just you… my little play toy.”

Matt gave a nod of understanding.

You then start undressing yourself. “Get naked, you’re with me now, let’s be gay” You watch as Matt takes off his work uniform. He takes off his underwear showing his chunky flaccid penis.

You tilt your head in confusion.

“Come here.” You order. “From now on, every time you see me or think of me you a horny. The horniest you have even been before. You will not act on this however until I give permission but you will always be ready. Also… no jerking off without me. I want your seed all to myself.”

As soon as the words left your mouth you see his penis begin to grow. Almost as like magic he was fully hard and pointing towards you knowing who its master is.

“Now, you’re human. Which is a shame so I can’t be as rough as I’d like to be with you. Not to worry. I can be soft and sensual”

You moved towards him and leaned in for a kiss. This one was ten times more passionate than the one downstairs. It was as if your spit was a magic elixir making him devoted to you.

You leaned back and he followed maintaining the connection. You fell onto to bed and he followed falling on top. You like like this. His legs were either side of yours and your dicks were touching.

His warm, human wet mouth was so fun to explore. At the same time you both start to touch and caress each other passionately. You were so in the moment you didn’t care who could hear.

All while maintaining the kissing, Matt started fingering your hard, horny nipples. You then pushed his head down into your armpits where he instinctively started sniffing you, getting to know your scent. Then, like a dog he started to lick your underarms, to claim you. You are his and he is yours.

He grabbed onto your penis and started to rub it up and down, the soft touch of his fingers made you gasp.

He then slithered his head down to your penis but carried on until he got to your balls. He gave you a look and you nodded to give permission.

Matts mouth opened wide enough to let his tongue come out. He started to lick your balls. They started tingling all new sensations that you have never felt before. He then managed to get one of your balls in his mouth and delicately sucked them.

He released the ball and went nose first into your deepest crevice of your groin. You hadn’t showered since the morning and Matt could tell. He was so turned on by your man-musk that he whispered “yes!”

Like the armpits he started licking in order to get the flavour of you inside him. Who would have thought a simple compulsion could make him do all this for you.

He started wanking you off again while switching between your balls and crotch. After a minute or so he stopped wanking and took a deep breath. He was at the head of your penis and he slowly tightened his lips against the top and slowly lowered his head further and further down until he took all that he could.

He stayed there as long as he could before he gagged and had to come up. This was it, the ice had been broken and there was no going back. He started bobbing his head up and down making you wet.

You made approving sighs and moans signalling him to keep going. Every suck was even better than the last. He kept this up for a while, not wanting to stop.

You suggest his head off and up close to your face. He is all sweaty from working on you. You bring him close for a kiss and your stick your tongue in.

“Are you ready for me to cum in your mouth?”

“Yes sir” he begged

“And do you want to swallow me?” You questioned

Without any hesitation Matt nodded “Yes”.

“Well then…” you kissed him “you’d better finish me off then” and he went back to his station and resumed sucking you off.

He gradually got faster and faster and deeper and deeper. You moved his right hand up to your mouth and you started to suck on his fingers. Up and down his head went as he tried to finish you off. It was working, you was so close to coming. Just a little longer…

“Arrrghhhh” you moaned as you shot seven loads right into the back of Matts throat - you’ve been saving up for him. Matt shuddered at the force of your seed going into him. He had stopped sucking at this point but was still tight around your dick and just looking at you longingly as he enjoyed the flavour of you for the first time and started to swallow.

After you could see he was done you move him back on top of you and started making out again. You pushed him over to the other side of the bed so that you were facing each other in the bed. He was looking at you.

“What?” You ask him.

“It’s just…” he paused. “Thank you.”

[lewmagoo]

bob does love texting you long messages because it’s what became his reality when he left for the naval academy after high school. it’s not his favorite; it just became the easiest way of communicating for a long while. though he does get a little kick out how surprised people are always when they see how fast he can type.

but those pages and pages of love letters when he’s deployed? he does those because he’s always wanted to. the feeling he got when your first letter arrived smelling like your perfume? he had an extra pep in his step around the carrier ship for about two weeks. he’d promised you that it wasn’t “corny” and that he’d like to keep writing you letters whenever he was called away. you both have each other’s letter saved in separate boxes around your home.

but i think, too, if he’s got the time and a modicum of privacy, bob would also love sending voice message texts. sure, you always want to see his beautiful face, but anyway you can get your husband is fine with you.

his voice is one of your favorite things about him. people that don’t really know him might joke about him being “so shy”, but his penchant for quiet is a thoughtful one. he doesn’t only speak spoken to or when he’s forced, but when he has something to say.

he can be a little slow on draw when it comes to introducing himself, you will admit…

your husband: the wide-eyed observer, the considerate listener, also a delightful little chatterbox when it’s a comfortable ear, yours especially, that’s been lent. 

bob can be a very emotional speaker when he gets going. his excited little gasps and silly little voices and inflections, the way his softened southern accent comes tumbling out with tiredness or just from the comfort of talking to you. you could make a montage of his twangy sign offs, “bye, honey. i love you so much.”

you are spot on with this. bob is a wordsmith. when he puts his pen to paper, he writes beautiful essays, expressing how much he loves you, how he misses you and longs for the day when you’re in his arms again. he updates you on some of the things going on, describing in detail the silly stories about his bunk mates, or tells you about something that happened that made him think of you. anything and everything, he puts in those letters. they’re a diary, of sorts. but you love them, because they’re pieces of him, a glimpse into that fascinating mind of his.

but then the voice messages? oh, they’re the sweetest things. i don’t know if you’ve ever seen JAG, but in the show, the main character’s dad recorded a bunch of audio tapes, talking to his son and his wife while he was deployed. that’s such a bob thing to do. he sends you little audio files talking about anything and everything. he gets so into what he’s saying. if he’s talking about something he’s super interested in, then he’s going a mile a minute. talking to you makes him feel at ease. you never make him feel like you’re annoyed with him, you never make him feel judged for babbling on about his latest special interest or whatever else he wants to talk about.

he always feels lighter after talking to you. even if it’s through audio messages. it puts him in a good mood, and his buds always know when he’s spoken to you, because he walks around with a dreamy smile on his face.

[julia-lestrade]

Paul McCartney x Reader

~Secretly Yours~

Dear Diary,

I can’t believe it. I really can’t. I’ve been keeping this secret for weeks now, and I swear I’m going to explode if I don’t tell someone. But I can’t just tell *anyone*, right? So, here I am, pouring my heart out to you. Promise you won’t tell a soul, okay? Pinky swear.

It all started at one of the rehearsals a few weeks ago. You know how John’s always going on and on about the band? “The Beatles this,” “The Beatles that,” “Oh, look at me, I’m a rock star now.” Ugh, brothers, right? But honestly, I don’t mind. I mean, I know how much the band means to him, and I’ve grown to like their music, too.

Okay, fine—I *love* their music. I’ve probably listened to "She Loves You" a million times. But that’s not even the best part. The best part is… Paul McCartney. Yes, *THE* Paul McCartney. He’s just so… I don’t know, dreamy? Charming? Everything. I’ve had a little crush on him ever since I first met him, but I figured he’d never notice me. I’m just John’s little sister, right?

But then… it happened.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and John had dragged me along to their rehearsal at The Cavern Club. It was dark and musty in there, but I loved it. The music felt alive in that tiny space, like the walls were breathing along with every beat of the drums. I was sitting in the corner, trying to look cool and not at all like the awkward girl I am, when Paul looked over at me and *smiled*. Not just any smile—a *Paul McCartney* smile, the kind that makes your heart do somersaults.

I thought it was just a fluke, you know? Like maybe he smiles at everyone that way. But then, after they finished playing, he walked right over to me. I almost died on the spot.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, like he’d known me forever. “What’d you think of the set?”

I must’ve looked like a complete idiot, just staring up at him with wide eyes, because he chuckled a little. I managed to stammer something like, “It was great!” which was totally not enough to explain how I was feeling. But he didn’t seem to mind.

After that, we started talking. And not just like, “Oh, how are you?” No, we really talked. He told me about growing up in Liverpool, how he and John became friends, and how much he loved music. I told him about school and my favorite books and how annoying John could be. He laughed and said, “Yeah, John can be a bit much, can’t he?” We were just two people, hanging out, and it felt so… natural.

But that was only the beginning.

Later that night, after the rehearsal was over, Paul found me again. This time, he asked if I wanted to go for a walk. I could barely breathe, but somehow, I nodded. We slipped out of The Cavern without anyone noticing (thankfully, John was busy with the others). We walked through the quiet streets, talking about everything and nothing. And then, just as we were passing by the docks, Paul stopped and turned to me.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you something,” he said, looking a bit shy, which was crazy because Paul McCartney doesn’t get shy, right?

“What is it?” I asked, my heart pounding.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Would you mind if I… kissed you?”

Diary, I nearly fainted. *Paul McCartney* was asking to kiss *me*. I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded, probably looking like a complete idiot again. But then he leaned in, and before I knew it, his lips were on mine. It was soft and sweet and perfect, like something out of a daydream.

When we pulled apart, he smiled at me again—that same smile that made my heart race—and said, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

We’ve been sneaking around ever since. I know it’s kind of crazy, but there’s something exciting about it, too. No one knows, not even John. I mean, can you imagine what he’d do if he found out? He’s so protective, and the last thing I need is for him to go all big-brother on Paul. Besides, this is our little secret, and I kind of like it that way.

But keeping a secret like this is harder than I thought. Every time I see Paul, my heart skips a beat, and I’m constantly on edge, hoping no one will find out. The worst part is knowing how much John would freak out if he knew. He’s always been so protective of me, and while I appreciate it, I don’t think he’d react well to me dating Paul. I’m scared that if John finds out, it could ruin everything.

Paul and I have found our own little spots to hang out, away from prying eyes. One of our favorite places is a small park near the river. It’s quiet and secluded, and we can talk for hours without anyone bothering us. We sit on a bench under a big old tree, and it feels like time stands still. I’ve never felt so comfortable and happy with anyone before.

Last week, Paul surprised me with a picnic at the park. He brought all my favorite snacks—cheese and crackers, chocolate, and this really good lemonade he said he made himself. We laughed and talked about everything, from his childhood dreams to my embarrassing school stories. It felt so easy to be with him, like we were in our own little world.

As the sun started to set, Paul looked at me with that serious-but-tender expression of his. “You know, Y/N, I’m really glad we met. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”

I felt my cheeks flush. “I’ve been thinking about you too, Paul.”

He smiled that smile of his—the one that makes my heart flutter. Then he took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine. “I know this is all a bit crazy, with the band and everything, but I really like being with you. I want to make this work, no matter how tough it gets.”

I squeezed his hand, feeling a rush of happiness. “Me too, Paul. I just wish it could be easier.”

Paul nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “We’ll figure it out. Maybe not right now, but we will. As long as we’re together, we can handle anything.”

It was then I realized how much Paul meant to me. He wasn’t just some rock star with a charming smile. He was someone who cared deeply, who made me feel special and understood. I knew that our situation was far from perfect, but being with him made everything feel worth it.

So, Diary, that’s where I am right now. Trying to balance this secret relationship with the normal chaos of life. I love spending time with Paul, and I’m excited about what the future might hold. I just hope that when the time comes for John to find out, he’ll understand. Because if he doesn’t, I’m not sure what I’ll do.

For now, I’m holding on to these moments with Paul, savoring every smile, every kiss, every shared laugh. It’s our little secret, and while it’s a bit scary and complicated, it’s also the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever experienced.

Until next time, Diary.

Love,

Y/N

- I did use the deepL writing assistant because English isn’t my first language so if stuff sounds weird it is just bc it isn’t my native language sorry 😅

[tinybitofhope]

i suppose i must do an intro post….

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hi im lena or hops, im okay with both!! also i luv nicknames so go wild!!

about me

ill try to post everyday but dont expect it bc im tired sometimes lol.

i do a lot of fandom posting and just posting whatever is on my mind

my pronouns are she/her and im bisexual with a male pref probably and probably agender/demigirl

saw enhypen 5.1.24 !!

saw skz at lolla 8.2.24 !!!!

im christian!! so ya know, if ur against us, just dont be a jerk lmfao

INFP-T

middle child (help. jk. not really)

probably have anxiety

birthday is december 16, THE SAME AS BASH CROFTS!! (my biggest flex) and that makes me a sagittarius

filipino or as my cousin says ‘proud to be pinoy ✌🏼🇵🇭’ (i love her sm)

my favorite song is probably another day by stray kids or maybe by han jisung or i bet on losing dogs by mitski

i have a cool writing side blog

ermm i also curse a lot so if youre not okay w it tell me pls!!

fandoms im in are (blue r the ones i think abt the most rn)

newjeans, stray kids (skz), enhypen, boynextdoor, osemanverse, jacksons diary (jd), the world of mr plant (twomp), nimona, hamilton, riordanverse (rrverse), when i fly towards you (wifty), school bus graveyard

kins/bias list (blue is my faves/ults)

leo valdez, nico di angelo, will solace, sadie kane, jimmy kaga ricci, lister bird, david miller, angelica schuyler, nick nelson, darcy olsson, zuko, han jisung, kim minji, jake sim, taesan (han dongmin)

my interests are

literally my fandoms above ^, music, kdrama, books, pinterest, SUDOKU!!!, sewing but i’ve no ideas and js started lmao, skateboarding but i cant do shit, being aesthetically pleasing bc im that girlie, working out, and shit like that

ok heres my music taste and fave artists (blue are the ones i listen to most recent/the most)

laufey, lyn lapid, mitski, conan gray, artic monkeys, rocco, stephen sanchez, ricky montgomery, newjeans, stray kids, enhypen, txt, boynextdoor kpop in general hah, current joys, wave to earth, beabadobee, daniel padilla, nep, jazzy songs, skater type songs idk, opm (original pinoy music), indie, dreamy songs, gacha life songs (brings back the memories haha)

other socials

twitter- tinybitofhope

spotify- lena>>

pinterest- wantx0theworld

pronouns page

edit bc name and stuff

[clearaeipathy]

Flowers of Remembrance

BTS Jungkook x reader

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-Trigger warnings: mentions of blood

-Hanahaki au, angst

-female reader

-Thoughts are in lowercase since I can't figure out how to type in italic

-please don't repost on platforms other than tumblr

-plagiarism is absolutely unacceptable, pls let me know first if you're going to write something inspired by my work. If you see anyone plagiarizing my work orwith work similar to mine, i would really appreciate it if you could let me know!

-feedback would be appreciated, thank you for reading!!

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Y/N likes flowers.

She really does. Or that's what she told herself as Claire dragged her around the shop.

Claire is the type of girl who loves to daydream, is a hopeless romantic, keeps seven diaries, gets flustered easily around boys, and likes pink. There's nothing wrong with any of that. It's just that sometimes, Y/N doesn't know how she ever put up with Claire's giggly, daydreamy antics long enough for Claire to declare them friends.

It was definitely not on her to-do list to go shopping for bouquets of flowers so that Claire could gift her latest boyfriend something for Valentine's. With the artificial minty smell in the shop, the crowded aisles bursting with succulents and pots, Y/N couldn't help but feel just a bit claustrophobic.

"Ah, Y/N!!! Do you think Jay will like these?"

Y/N barely turned around before a bouquet of daisies were shoved into her face. Claire beamed eagerly, anticipating her reaction. "Soooo, how is it? Do you think he'll like these? Well, actually, now I'm not so sure... because Jay's actually like the bad boy type, but I feel like he's a softie... oh, honestly, he's so dreamy..." She gazed wistfully at the daisies.

don't kill the flowers. you pay for what you break.

just keep breathing and definitely don't snatch the flowers and stomp on them because your wallet will definitely be ruined if you do-

Y/N snapped a bright smile on her face as she waved the flowers away from her face. "Honestly, Claire, it's just flowers. Don't overthink too much.

And shouldn't Jay be the one getting you flowers? I mean-"

"No!! He can't do that! That'd be too sweet of him! I mean, I would LOVE it if he did, but I'm not expecting it, and I really honestly truly just want him to like me more and so I'll give him these and-"

Y/N tuned out the rest of Claire's rambling. She really couldn't care less about Jay, Claire's latest fling, who wore a beanie over his caramel hair every time she saw him and flirted with every pretty girl. Y/N didn't like him much, but Claire was smitten at first sight. While she fantasized about professing her love to Jay, Y/N schemed for ways to avoid third-wheeling on their dates.

It wasn't that she didn't love her friend. Claire, who she met back in high school, who had her back through thick and thin. Y/N just really, really, really hated having to think about romantic relationships. She couldn't afford to be selfish and indulge in romantics while she had to solve so many other things first.

Like how she kept-

no, she'd worry about that later. For now, worry about Claire, who was definitely going to get her heart broken again.

there.

Claire scrutinized a bouquet of poppies. "How 'bout these?" She turned to Y/N and pointed out the flowers.

if fate is real, this is not funny.

Claire squealed in delight. "Those are perfect! Wait... no, Jay's a bad boy. Bad boys don't like pink.

But.... I'll buy them for you!" Claire picked up the bouquet with a flourish and presented it to Y/N. "Think of it as a sign of my friendship to you."

aww.

that's actually... really nice.

Y/N couldn't stop the small smile from blooming.

"You're smiling! Oh my gosh, this is a fullblown smile and not just those smirks!!!" Y/N was met with the huge, classic, contagious Claire smile.

"Whatever, whatever. Just pick out some flowers for Jay and let's go."

After ten minutes of walking up and down the aisles, Claire finally settled on some fancy black roses. She paid for both bouquets with a big, satisfied smile and proceeded to excitedly drag Y/N out of the shop.

"Ok, soooooo me and Jay planned to meet at that one coffee shop with the big teddy bear sign! Oh, do you remember what it was called?"

Y/N sighed. "First of all, how do you not know the name of your date location? The cafe is called The Sugar Cube. And why is there even a teddy bear at the entrance?"

"Because teddy bears are a sign of love, " Claire responded patiently.

"No they aren't."

"Yeah they are."

"No they aren't- you know what, forget it."

Y/N bit her lip anxiously as they walked toward the cafe. It just so happened that there were lots of couples in there. Lots of couples.

Did she mention she didn't like lots of couples?

"Claire, I don't feel so good," Y/N lied. "Maybe I should go home."

please please please don't let me go in there where all those happy couples are-

"You're such a liar," Claire sighed. "Honestly, I don't get it. What is it about Jay that you don't like?"

it's not Jay, really.

"Have a nice time at your date, and thanks for the flowers!" Y/N snatched the flowers from Calire's hand and walked off, flashing an apologetic smile.

Y/N really just doesn't want to throw up and ruin a bunch of dates.

"Hey! You know, I'm sick of your crabby attitude lately! You should be happy for me and Jay!" Claire shouted at Y/N's retreating figure.

i'm happy for you though. i just don't want to make you unhappy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N groaned as she collapsed onto her couch. Her comfy, comfy couch.

Why couldn't everything be this way? Comforting and understanding and accepting.

Y/N laughed at the irony of the thought. She was not comforting, not understanding, and most definitely judgemental. That was probably why she didn't have many friends. She probably ruined her friendship with Claire.

no, said the nagging voice in her head. no, you had lots of friends until he came along. until he came along and ruined everything.

He didn't ruin anything, Y/N internally argued. it was all me.

it was all me that caused me to be like this. it's my fault that i'm so lonely.

because if I had never crossed the line of friendship, maybe he would still be here.

Y/N looked for a vase to put her flowers in. She didn't own any vases, why would she? Maybe a mason jar would be enough. She grabbed the poppies and removed the bouquet wrappings.

"Poppies symbolize remembrance and sacrifice," She read aloud from the tag dangling from her hand.

so sickly ironic.

Y/N chucked the tag into the trash bin and sat back down onto the couch with a sigh. Who knew the flowers that Claire bought for her out of friendship were the same flowers that she coughed out every night.

how did this happen? Y/N chuckled bitterly. It felt like only yesterday he hugged her for the first time. Only yesterday had they watched scary movies and laughed on rollercoasters and made pancakes together. She still remembered the scent of vanilla and sea salt whenever he was around. He'd always blink those doe eyes of his and flash his bunny toothed smile whenever he wanted to get something from her.

They'd been good friends. Childhood friends. He'd always come over to her house after school to study, and wind up playing video games instead. She remembered when he got sick and couldn't come to school, so she brought all his schoolwork over to his house and talked to him while he napped. She remembered the times when he made her laugh so much she'd cried, when he'd scared off the bullies that harassed her, when he bought her flowers after she broke up with her first boyfriend. The thought made her throat tight and itchy.

How long had it been since they wrote silly songs together and drove the popular girls crazy when they hugged? How long had it been since he'd given her his sweater when she was shivering? How long had it been since she crossed that forbidden line and kissed him?

it's all my fault. It's all my fault. It's all my fault.

She should've known he didn't feel that way. She should've known to ask for his permission. But she was just so pent up with emotion and caught in the moment.

No, she couldn't make excuses.

It was her fault that he distanced himself afterwards. It was her fault that their friendship broke apart.

She should've been happy when he found another girl and became happy again.

Instead, here she was, reminiscing over poppies and battling her urge to cough.

Sometimes childhood friends are just meant to be friends.

No, that feeling in her throat was worse now. The coughing was coming back. Even worse, the petals. She could feel them in her throat.

No no no no no.

Y/N barely made it to the toilet in time before she threw up. She heaved petals and petals and petals of pink poppies out of her mouth, each petal more soaked with blood than the last.

All she could hear was her ragged breathing and her beating heart. Well, and the remaining blood dripping from her lips into the toilet.

She wished she had someone holding back her hair. She wished he was holding her hair back like he did when she drank too much and had a hangover the next morning.

Just the thought of his fingers brushing her skin had her choking out more petals. Those pretty pink leaves stained with crimson blood, showering out and floating down into the toilet. How poetic.

She could only blame herself for falling in love with the person she couldn't afford to lose.

What would he say to that? But you'll always have me, he'd beam when she used to lament about another boy she ruined her chances with.

Honestly, screw you.

I love you, Jeon Jungkook.

A grim smirk formed on her face as she threw up yet again into the toilet.

[likeadevils]

2003 Lover Diaries Transcripts

Mar 23, 2003- Wyomissing, PA

Ok, where did I leave off? Friday. Ok, on Friday in school we had a “Code Red” drill. That’s when someone comes into the school and everybody gets freaked out and the teachers move all the students to the back of the room and turn off the lights. That night I had to babysit Austin while mom + dad went to a Vonda Shepard concert. Saturday mom and I got up early to go to NY for an hour ½ voice lesson. On the way we listened to a CD that mom bought from the concert the night before. It was this band called Sugarland and the lead singer is this girl that’s really good. I like their one song called “Baby Girl”

May 17, 2003- Wyomissing, PA

Hey. Today Mom and I went to New York. We talked and laughed all the way up and parked in a garage near my voice lesson. We walked to her apartment and we worked on Smoky Black Nights after doing all of her warmups. I didn’t do it well @ first but she said that the song was “ingenious.” Cool. After mom and I went to this cowboy/western store nearby. We got a white shirt that buttons up, jeans, and a white T w/notes in it. Then we had pizza at a pizza place and walked back to the car stopping @ Tasti D-Lite, our FAVORITE ice cream store. It’s kosher, non-cholesterol, Extremely tasty, dreamy, frozen yogurt, and only 40 calories. Does it get any better than that? Then we went home and got movies. You know, sometimes I think about what my first kiss is going to be like. It’s going to be great and romantic. I’m such a romantic. I just dream about looking into someone’s eyes and feeling something I’ve never felt before, you know? I just never was able to put a face to my fantacy. But something tells me that my first kiss really far away from happening! Because the guys in our school aren’t even worth worrying about. They are all in it for one thing and I think you know what is, sex. I guess I’ll be okay without a first kiss!! XOXO Taylor

May 19, 2003- Wyomissing, PA

Oh I was SUCH a b**** today! When mom picked me up, she was late again because she thought I had Varsity Singers. I was nasty to everybody!! Oh, I tried to practice my songs for Nashville, but I completely psyched myself out and broke down crying. I don’t know if I can do this. I want it so bad but I get so scared of what might not happen! When I miss notes, I dive bomb and the whole thing goes crashing down. I just have to breathe in … and breath out … breathe in …. relax, Nashville is not going to kill me … I can handle it. I’m okay. I’ll be fine. I’m young. I’m talented. They’ll see it in me. I’ll be ok. I’ve got to hang on. Can’t worry. I’m only 13. I’m allowed to make mistakes, right? Oh, this is a lot to handle. Taylor XOXO P.S. Pray for a better day tomorrow!

Jun 5, 2003- Wyomissing, PA

Hey Journal, I had to sing @ the Garden Party today so Mom and I went to the field and got some of the equipment set up. Then we went home and I got ready. When we got there, all of my friends were there, and they helped set up (kind of). I started my show and in one first three chords of the first song, my guitar pick broke in half and flew out of my hands! There was this huge silence! It was awful! I had to bend over and pick it up in front of everyone! And while I was singing, this guy was shouting stuff like, “Go on, b*#@h! Sing that country bullsh*t! Go on motherf*cker!” It was awful. After the Garden Party, we all went to the Reading Hospital to visit Nanny. She looks worse everytime we go. I sang I Used to Fly, A Little More Like you and Same Girl for Nanny and her roommate, Penny. Penny has liver cancer and is bald from chemo. All of the nurses loved listening to it. It went really well. Then we went home and I worked on a song called Not One day. It’s ok, but I don’t know. Taylor Swift

Jun 19, 2003- Nashville, TN

Hey Diary, This morning, I woke up and I went over to RCA records and did a small showcase and “chatted” with them. We talked to this girl and she was really hip and cool with me. They really liked me and said they would call on Monday because she would be on vacation that weekend. Then we headed over to Capitol Records and met with the president and vice president of the company. They totally flipped out over me! They even said I was the most talented 13-year-old they had ever seen! They told me that I should be thanking God every day for the incredible gift he gave me. Well, I appreciate the compliment, but then they followed it up with “I’d just hate to see you jump into this right now and have a short-lived career.” They very politely agreed that country is directed to 35-year-olds. Radio just doesn’t play teens. That’s where I’m gonna prove them wrong! Well, he took me on a tour of the building and gave me about 25 cds of Capitol’s artists. Isn’t that nice? Then we went back to the hotel and then we went to the Bluebird Cafe, this cafe where like 4 songwriters go in and sing their songs. We sat all the way in the back. I have a radio call, meeting with Warner, and flight to catch tomorrow. I need my sleep!! Taylor I have a good feeling about RCA! <3

Jun 24, 2003- Wyomissing, PA

Hey Diary, I got a record deal! AHHHHH! RCA records in Nashville wants to give me a development deal!!! We were taking Sassy to the airport (late) and when we headed home, we stopped at a Taco Bell. My manager called us on Mom’s cell and she gave the phone to me. He had Dad on conference call. He started out by saying, “Well, we got follow ups on all of the labels. And they think you need a couple years to grow so they can put you on the radio … Except for RCA, who wants to sign you!! Congratulations!” I was going crazy. I cried. I guess I never really expected to get one! It’s a development deal, but those are the only details we have. I told a bazillion people! We were making CDs for a New Hampshire concert I have Friday til 2:00 AM tonight. AHHH! Record deal! R • C • A baby! Taylor

Aug 25, 2003- Wyomissing, PA

Hey, Today was my first day of school! And you won’t believe how much better 8th grade is than 7th!! The real problem last year was the grade above us, and now they’re 9th graders so we never see them. I love being older than the 7th graders! I never knew how stupid I must have looked, carrying around that HUGE book bag running and bumping into everybody trying to get to class on time! Okay, here’s my schedule! 1. Accel. integrated studies 2. science 3. american studies 4. latin 1 LUNCH 5. Accel. English 6. Accel Math 7. Intro. Computer studies 8. Chorus/Gym I think I might just live through this year!! I just hope I can keep up. My locker is 117 and my combination is 35-8-27. I love being older! I think my teacher’s gonna give me a spotlight solo in chorus! This year could be fun. I don’t care what people think of me now because I won’t let them bring me down. <3 Taylor

Oct 15, 2003- Wyomissing, PA

Hey, I really have decided that school is a big disappointment. It's only cool when you're popular. I'm not. It's only cool when you have a boyfriend. It's cool when everybody likes you. I don't have that. But my extracurricular "life" is what really matters to me. I guess I'm just not good enough for people my own age. Or maybe I'm not bad enough? [peace sign] Taylor Swift XOXO <3

(2003 ��� 2004 • 2005 • 2006 • 2007 & 2008 • 2009 • 2010 • 2011 • 2012 • 2013 • 2014 • 2015 • 2016 & 2017)

[internalanalysis]

i like posting on here when im drunk so i dont drunk text. its like a drunk diary entry (which i also love). anyway hello its been forever i have lots and lots of things to update y'all on!!!

chicago trip was soooo so much fun :,) MAN chicago is so dreamy and huge and very cool <3 i got to see my favorite piece of art EVER, i spent lots of time by the water, i walked a lot, i ate good food, and i can't wait to go back!!! traveling by myself was such a special experience and i'm really grateful that

crossword tourney was ALSO super fun!! i placed pretty well, but my goal is to be a serious competitor at the national tournament in april, so lots to work on :]

i'm in school again!!! :,) lot of feelings on the matter but i think i'm really stoked about it :,D it's also really nice and stimulating and refreshing to be LEARNING again i'm crazy about it

the headaches that have been beating my ass for eight years? MIGRAINES!!!! i thought they weren't bad enough/i didn't have enough symptoms for that

anyway. I LOVE YOU i miss y'all i've been so off the grid but just know. i'm sending huge radical beams of love in your direction

[janaknandini-singh999]

Manmeet headcanons coz yes

( @ezs-diary thanks to you now I can't stop thinking about Girl Krishna™ trope)

She's a punjabi kudi who's literally Geet's twin (OFC?) and has all the iconic romcom movies and dialogues memorized. Despite her bubbly, chaotic side she has a strange calming charm to her when she doesn't even need her sweet honey words to draw people in. Og srk fangirl, loves all genres of music, especially upbeat and lyricals, adores animals, fav season: spring.

Radhya: likes ghazals, lofi music, meera ke bhajan, secretly watches romantic movies (especially tragedies) and cries in her room, Manmeet finds her and Radhya would expect that she'd laugh at her but she'd just kiss her tears away, Radhya would push her away at that but secretly blush so hard, she lives in Manmeet's colony who secretly follows her everywhere, especially on shopping (even for the grocery) "WHAT are YOU doing here?" Radhya takes her to the side on the street, whispering urgently.

"Wouldn't you like me by your side always? Am I not good company?? :(" Manmeet with puppy eyes and sniffs "Ok.. if you don't want me then I will go-"

Radhya catches her wrist, looks away, then at her and sighs "It's- it's not that. It's just-"

Manmeet smiles, twisting her trapped wrist softly and wrapping its fingers around Radhya's and asks in the most innocent voice "Then what is it? Just say it hehe!"

Radhya groans, looks away and scratches her neck "Fine, you're fine."

Manmeet blinks her eyes "I couldn't hear that.. what?"

"I DO LIKE YOU."

Manmeet jumps and shrieks. Radhya going red and holding her down "Shh, what ARE YOU DOING NOW? Everyone will look at you, fool."

"LET THEM! LET THE WORLD KNOW YOU LOVE ME WOOHOOO!," Manmeet gets out of her hold "I am a fool but I'm a fool for YOUUU."

Radhya facepalms, secretly smiling.

At night, Manmeet slips by to kiss her goodnight and Radhya would be tired. She yawns and Manmeet grins "Long day?", coming to her while rubbing something in her palms "Champi time!"

Radhya would get her head and shoulder massaged and yawn again.

"You should sleep."

"Yes, I'm exhausted but I'm unable to fall asleep for some reason." Radhya grumbles and then looks over at Manmeet, smiling faintly "Kuch sunaa do?"

Manmeet beams "KYU NAHI-" clearing her throat. Suddenly, Radhya would settle herself on Manmeet's lap and close her eyes - making Manmeet blush this time before continuing. She'd hum at first building a light, dreamy tune and it'd take everything for Radhya not to dance even though the rhythm was so slow so she'd instead tap her fingers against Manmeet's thighs along with the tune, making Manmeet's breath catch and making it difficult to even begin singing now so she'd take out her flute and start playing it. Within a minute, Radhya stills into a rhythmic composure, her head buried deep and face completely hidden away in Manmeet's lap, snoring lightly. Manmeet smiles at that and kisses her forehead, pulling up the blankets on her and turning off the lights

With Vaidarbhi: loves art and poetry, analyzes controversial cinema and drama and is a sucker for old school romance, comfort movie is Shahid and Amrita's Vivah, writes secret love letters to Manmeet but delivers it herself by saying

"My brother sent this for you."

Manmeet smiles, nodding and opening it "I confess I do have an effect on people but I'm not sure your brother is one of them."

Vaidarbhi nods back, looking at the ground, turning around to leave.

"Vaidu!" Manmeet calls out

Vaidarbhi's heart skips a beat as she turns around in an instant

"Just wanna say that.. never be afraid of anything, sweetheart. I'm always with you." Manmeet winks

On the day she was getting forcibly married, her heart echoed back these words of the love of her life to her and she wrote a final love letter, revealing her true identity at last.

On the mandap just as she was taking the last phera, someone whistles loudly and calles out her name. Vaidarbhi immediately recognizes the voice and makes a run for it. Suddenly, the groom stands up and horror etches itself on Vaidarbhi. But he tears down his disguise to reveal Halveer, Manmeet's brother. "GO! I'LL TAKE CARE OF THEM." as he plunges into the crowd going wild around them.

Manmeet revs the engine of her bike as Vaidarbhi jumps on the seat behind her, crying happily and clutching her waist tightly from behind.

With Parth: he loves sports, Shreya Ghoshal and old Bollywood, meets with Manmeet regularly in the gym.

"Nice to see you here! But Mann.. you don't gym?" Parth shakes his head, his hair wet with sweat swaying in the process

"I come here for you, handsome." Manmeet whispers in his ears and giggles, knocking Parth out of his senses and freezing him as usual.

She pulls his cheeks aggressively and tightens her grip on his shoulder, trickling her hand downwards and squeezing his biceps. "Do pushups."

Parth is merely able to nod and takes his position. Suddenly, Manmeet jumps on him, almost breaking his bone.

"AAAOOOWW" he screams

"Now do it!" Manmeet says as if nothing happened

Parth smiles, suddenly forgetting all about his pain and does as he's ordered. He starts off and keeps on doing it on super speed like a machine. After dizziness strikes through, Manmeet steps up wobbling and smiles nervously, patting his head "Good boy!"

[i-eat-lip-gloss]

I FINALLY FINISHED THAT FUCKING ESSAY THAT TOOK ME OVER 13 HOURS OF WRITING AND MAKING ME VERY SLEEP DEPRIVED

YEAAAAHHHH LETS GOOOO

now let’s check that word count…

oh my

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

Alexandra "Alex" Hunt (nee Spencer)

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [All things Alex]

Book: Red Carpet Diaries / Hollywood U Husband: Thomas Hunt Children: Felicity, Vincent, Bogart (dog) Face Claim: Katherine McPhee (RCD FC)

*Alex began as a main character, but has become an original character now It only took almost 5 years to make a character page for her 🙈

What's in a Name?~ Alexandra Rose Spencer

Alexandra

Origin: Greek, feminine form of Alexander, derived from alexein

Meaning: "defender of men"

Why I chose it: I adore the name Alex and all variations of the name. It's one of my favorites which is why I chose it for my pen name... I have a complete unpublished manuscript from several years ago. Maybe one day I'll do something with it, but until then, I decided to give Alex her name because it means something to me

Rose

Origin: Latin

Meaning: rose, a flower

Why I chose it: My grandmother's name was Rose, when she passed I decided to remember her through Alex by giving her Rose as a middle name

Spencer

Origin: English

Meaning: derived from the Old French despensier, a steward

Why I chose it: One of my favorite TV shows of all time is Psych, so I gave her the last name Spencer after Shawn Spencer.

Nicknames: primarily Alex, she did try going by Lexi and Lex when she was in middle school, but decided they weren't for her

The Basics

Birthday: March 6 Zodiac: Pisces Personality: Artistic, Creative, Idealistic, Adaptable, Generous, Empathetic, Romantic, Trusting, Compassionate, Dreamy, Procrastinates, Avoids Conflict, Too Trusting Sexuality: bisexual

Hair: Dark Brown, sometimes she highlights it lighter Eyes: Brown Height: 5'8" (based on my FC)

Family + Hometown

Hometown: Pella, Iowa

Parents + Home: Henry and Laura Spencer Henry and Laura were high school sweethearts, but waited to get married until after college. They had one child, Alex. Laura had some complications during her pregnancy and childbirth so her and Henry didn't want to risk another. They were okay with it, because they loved Alex with all they were.

Unfortunately, Henry had a sudden and unexpected heart attack when Alex was 12 and passed away. It was hard for Alex and her mom. Alex turned her pain into her drama and theatre performances. Through the friends she made there, she found an amazing support system.

Laura is a nurse. Henry was an architect.

Education

HWU AU: Hollywood U

RCD AU: Tisch School of the Arts at NYU* *Don't hold me to that, I had a different school in mind, but at Tisch she could have met Olivia who was going to NYU at the same time and CoffeeShopAU!Ellie (if I ever finish it) who grew up in Brooklyn. Tisch would give me a gateway to bring those ladies into my RCD world. Current version of Ellie exists in my HWU universe!

More about Alex

Likes: coffee (particularly iced), doodling, painting (even if she's not the best), quiet moments away from the spotlight, her family, stargazing, mysteries, the ocean, hot baths, reading, movie night

Dislikes: decaf (she suffered through it for the twins, but only for them), the last sip of coffee in a cup, mornings, exercise, humidity, abuse of power, betrayal, traffic, frogs (irrational fear)

Best Friends: Addison Sinclair (HWU/RCD), Chazz Javellana (RCD), Ethan Blake (HWU/RCD), Ellie Shepherd-Ramsey (HWU), Ethan Ramsey (HWU)

Asks, Edits, Art, and more about Alex can be found on her Character Masterlist Page

More to be come...

please let me know if there is something you'd like to know about Alex that I can add!

[headfullofpresley]

𝐓𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 #𝟏 📚

𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬: 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨

Biloxi, Mississippi, 1955. When a friend of seventeen year old June Juanico invited her along to a concert by a popular young singer, she hesitated, but finally went. The singer, ofcourse, was Elvis Presley and when his eye caught June's, they both got all shook up. So began the most significant of his early relationships - a summer idyll of romance and playful fun that was to be a last stop of innocence on the path to self-destruction. In this clear-eyed, loving, and tender memoir, June gives us Elvis on the verge of mega-stardom, still a country kid with polite manners, a voice that melted hearts, and more sex appeal than anyone could handle.

Oh, to be young and in love... (and now we all let out a dreamy sigh)

If you're looking for a no-shit, no sugar coating, tell it how it is but sweet book about Elvis, this one is definitely it. Because that's exactly the type of person June Juanico is; she's sweet but she doesn't take shit from anyone and tells it how it is. Even to Elvis.

The book is written in almost a diary kind of style, which is accurate because she kept a diary in that time and wrote her moments with Elvis down. It's a love story and a sweet one at that- June does a really good job of taking you right into the '50s. The book only has about 300 pages and 40 chapters, so it's an easy and quick read. And a very fun one!

June dedicates her book to Elvis fans everywhere and Gladys Love Presley, "the greatest fan he ever had".

(A quote of The Prophet, which was given to Elvis by June.)

Peter Guralnick wrote the introduction for this book and he wrote: "There have been lots of books written about Elvis Presley, ofcourse, with probably as many personal memoirs among them as have attached to any other cultural figure or entertainer in history. Some have been spurious, a number seem to have been written out of little more than personal rancor, motivation has ranged from love to money to self-adumbration (never has one man had so many chief advisers). Virtually none have actually been put together by their narrators. That is one of the things that makes June Juanico's book different; it is not simply that she has written a book that is filled with feeling and insight, that conveys an experience with truth and without rancor, about a real, not-mythic Elvis Presley. She has also written (and rewritten) every word herself and in the process produced an account that is as touching in its unadorned honesty as it is refreshing in its feisty and unself-censored voice.

June Juanico's book carries conviction in its very simplicity, but don't be misled by that simplicity. There's a writer, too. And we are getting the benefit not just of her experiences but of her insights as well."

Naturally, the book starts with a prologue- in this case, it's June and her friend Pat driving to New Orleans. June has her mind set on one thing and that is to end things with Elvis. Even Pat cannot persuade her to change her mind- she's engaged to be married to Fabian Taranto and she's going to leave Elvis in the past.

But... more on that later.

The story starts with June telling us a little about her life and her childhood. Her father, who carried Spanish and Native American heritage, was a handsome athlete in high school, where he met June's mother. They got married when her mother was sixteen and after five years, welcomed a boy into the family. Two years later, June came.

Her father wasn't a very fun drunk and when her mother caught him cheating, she threw him out. Even though June wasn't the oldest, she was the only female in the household next to her mother who had to work to provide for her family so June was in charge of cooking and cleaning. That's all she really writes about her childhood and then we move on to 1955, where Elvis comes in the picture.

June was invited to an Elvis show by Glenda, a close friend. June had plans with the guy she was dating at the time so she didn't want to go at first but she eventually agreed.

Their eyes meet a few times from the stage and when Elvis takes a break, he stops June when she comes out of the ladies' room. She's trying to play hard to get, but who is she kidding? When he asks her to show her around town after the show, she agrees. And it's cutest thing ever.

(I highlighted so many things and put so many tabs in this book and I can't share all of them in one post - damn you tumblr! - but they're just the cutest!)

They were out until 6 o'clock in the morning, talking and talking. After that, Elvis called her house, her brother picked up and well... June and Elvis didn't see each other again until 1956 when she went on a trip to Memphis with a few girlfriends (she wanted to go to Florida instead, I'm sure she's glad that didn't happen👀).

The girls hang around Audubon Drive, sooo Elvis and June reunite again. They spend time together and naturally, fall in love. He's open about his feelings with her and she calls him out on his bullshit - because you know, a guy is a guy and they use lines to get what they want. But not Elvis- he means what he says and it doesn't take June long to meet the parents. Vernon doesn't talk much, but Gladys adores June and this is one of my favorite things about the book. Whenever June was over at the house in Memphis, Gladys treated her like a daughter of her own and I really feel like Gladys wanted them to marry and have babies. June was the perfect girl in Gladys' eyes; she could cook, she could clean and she was a nice, normal girl. June called her "Lovie" and Gladys called her "little Satnin"... Oh, my heart. MY HEARTTTT. 😫

(June with the '56 Cadillac Eldorado they picked up in Houston and drove back to Memphis together. Photo taken by Elvis in June's driveway in Biloxi.)

ANYWAYS, the urge to describe every chapter of this book? Big. Very big. But I won't- I'm not that crazy and I won't spill everything. Takes the fun of reading it yourself away.

Elvis blurts out the L word quick. After four days, to be exact. And so does June. They're in love, that kind of young love where you don't want to spend a minute away from each other but June has to go back to Biloxi and they're forced to spend a little time apart. Not very long though because Elvis finds his way to Biloxi and they're together again, along with their friends.

Their group exists out of June, Elvis, Red, Junior, Gene, Arthur Hooten and June's friends Pat and Buddy who quickly become Elvis' friends too. They go deepsea fishing (joined by Vernon and Gladys and a few others), take a trip to New Orleans with just Vernon and Gladys and ugh, they just take every minute they can get together. Which, when it comes to Elvis and June, was almost every minute of the day when they had the chance. Their little dates are the sweetest thing to read about and their little group of friends seem so fun to hang out with (minus June and Pat accidentally walking in on Red having sex with a random girl, woops). The way this is written, it really feels you're there and it gets better when they join Elvis on the Florida tour. They watch the show from the side of the stage, hang backstage, at motels, go on drives, go horseback riding.

Just fun, carefree stuff. And that's exactly how this book and their romance feels- fun and carefree. There's no real heavy stuff written here like in some other Elvis books. And yes, June and Elvis had their little "fights" or an argument now and then, but it never lasted long and June was like "fuck you!". Well, not in those exact words, but she didn't put up with any shit and said whenever something bothered her. Elvis' jealous side is shown in this book too, as well as how fast his mood could turn around- June doesn't seem like the type of person who would be completely "submissive" to him, or any other man, and she never was.

Personally, I love that kind of dynamic in a relationship.

June doesn't describe much about them being intimate other than a make out session that almost went too far in the car and in the pool and Gladys knocking on the door when Elvis was about to... enter.. June, but that's it and that's enough for this story. If she would've described their entire sex life, I think it would've taken away from the sweetness and almost innocent like feel of this book. It's perfectly fine without it.

When the tour was over, June went to visit Elvis in Memphis again with Pat- he was supposed to transfer money to her for the flight, but the money never came and she found out the next day it was because Elvis had that fight at the gas station. Woops! The next day, they were off to Memphis though and June and Nick Adams met. June did not like Nick at all and as The Colonel's spy, he tried to get inbetween her and Elvis a few times, asking her and Pat all kinds of weird ass questions but luckily neither of them fell for it. Elvis wrote it off as nothing when she told him about it and June stayed somewhat.. civilized toward Nick, but she sure made it known she didn't like the sucker at all.

(Nick wore "Hollywood Teeth", a curved thin strip of teeth that slip over your own, as did Elvis. He couldn't eat with them and June would hold onto them sometimes; this is what she decided to do with them during a family dinner and I screamed reading this. June is such a vibe.)

When Elvis had to leave to New York for the Ed Sullivan show, he wanted June to join him but she didn't want to (she still had a worried mother back in Biloxi and couldn't just up and leave to NY). Then Elvis tried to get her to stay behind in Memphis with his parents, but things ended in an argument, with her saying she'd be back when Nick left and Elvis telling her fine, whatevurrrr. Naturally, their argument didn't last long- they apologized to each other, exchanged their 'I love you's' and spend their last bit of time together. This time, it would be their last time together as a couple.

(June and Elvis with Vernon and Gladys on a deepsea fishing trip.)

Elvis and June's phone calls were getting less frequent. He didn't call for her birthday and when she saw a picture of him and a showgirl from Vegas he brought home, let's just say she wasn't very happy. And then another photo surfaced of Elvis and a showgirl and then a few days after Christmas (which he spend with another girl), he called. The conversation was rushed, him wishing her a Happy New Year and I think by then, June had made her decision.

She writes: "I didn't mind sharing Elvis with his fans; that part was easy. I just couldn't share him with other loves. I couldn't spend my life waiting in the wings - and I wouldn't! I had to be not just his number one, but his one and only."

(Telegram sent by Elvis to June, March 18, 1957.)

When June received Elvis' telegram, she was already engaged to Fabian Taranto. She did make the trip to New Orleans though and Elvis' parade was soon rained on when she told the news about her engagement. The next day papers headlined "Elvis buys Graceland!" and she couldn't help but wonder if that was the surprise Elvis was talking about when she got on that train in NOLA, only to jump off minutes later and leave Elvis Presley in the past.

But come on, nobody puts Elvis Presley in the past. (Nobody puts Baby in the corner - ok, kidding)

Pat and June fight, like.. fight fight. They have to be pulled apart by Fabian. Pat takes Elvis' side and thinks June is making a mistake by letting him go and I think it's because Pat didn't wanted the fun to end. Her group of dear friends she always had so much fun with was breaking apart and growing up and there was nothing she could do about it. Pat still visits Graceland at that time and hangs out with the guys and she notices Elvis still has a copy of The Prophet, believing it's still the one June gave him.

When Gladys passed away, June was in the hospital giving birth to her first and only son. Pat and June make up again and their friendship lasted a lifetime. In 1962, June gives birth to a daughter. In 1963, June visits Memphis for a bowling tournament she was in and decides to visit Graceland - they recognize her and let her in, but then she leaves so she can surprise Elvis at the theater he's at.

They hug and they talk and Elvis invites her over to Graceland the next day. She's excited but the next day she hears Elvis is having "personal problems" and wouldn't be able to see her and her bowling team, sending his regards.

But! The universe works in funny little ways. And sometimes real terrible ways- a hurricane devastates the entire coastline of Mississippi in 1969 and Fabian stays behind in Biloxi Bay, while June and her children move in with Fabian's brother, Wally, in Vegas. Who is also friends with... you guessed it, Elvis!

Wally worked at the International and they attended an Elvis show together. I guess Wally was excited about his sister in law being Elvis' ex-girlfriend, because as soon as they got home, he immediately phoned backstage at the International and paged Joe.

Elvis and June talked over the phone. They talk about the hurricane, a little about the past, their children, and June tells him about Buddy's battle with cancer and his passing. It frustrates Elvis, who says: "Damn! Damn! Why is it the good die young, June? Why? Damn! I sure hate hearing that about good old Buddy. I really liked old Buddy,"

Why is it the good die young?

This line tugs at my heartstrings every time I read it. It's a question I am sure we all ask so often and a question that frustrates us and makes us sad, especially when it comes to Elvis.

She asks him what he does to unwind after a show and he tells her he reads. He reads a book someone very special once gave to him, he's read it at least a million times and keeps a copy on him at all times. It's his unwinder. He's talking about The Prophet.

Their phone call ends with telling each other to take care of themselves and them exchanging "I love you's". This time, truly for the last time.

Pat being a flight attendant, the girls don't see each other very often but on the 4th of July in 1977, a party is thrown in her honor. Pat expresses worry about Elvis to June, saying that there was something about Gladys and him being the same age, Elvis not being in the best health and pressing how he was with his premonitions of death. Pat wants to visit Memphis with June to check on him and see if there is a way they can help- they try to plan a trip to Memphis but June is worried Fabian wouldn't be too happy with the news.

She suggests that they'll go to Elvis' show in Biloxi a few months later, but by then it's too late. The concert was planned for September 1977, a month after his passing.

And that's how this book ends. In my opinion, it's a rather.. abrupt end. I expected more from the ending. June talks highly about Elvis and the way she feels about him and about all their moments together, but on the last page, there's a lack of... emotion? I don't doubt that June loves Elvis and that he was her first love, which is the reason why I was like... huh? The end? GIRLY JUANICO, PLS. But that could just be me.

I absolutely adore this book and it's one of my favorites. Like I stated before, it's a very fun and quick read. It's light, there's no extremely heavy topics imo, and I think June intended it to be this way, hence the reason for the ending I think. It's mostly about two young people in love and having as much fun with each other as they can. It's beautiful and heartwarming and June did a really good job at taking you straight into 1956 along with her, Elvis and their friends- it made me want to be there! There is so so SO much more in this book than what I've described, so if you have not read it, I totally recommend to get your hands on this one. It's a gem. A sweet, teeth rottin' gem.

Definitely a 9/10 for me! 💗

(June and Fabian.)

All opinions on this book are mine. If yours are different, that's totally okay too. Want to discuss? Leave a comment or slide into my inbox! I'd love to hear your opinion on this book if you've read it, or if you are planning on reading it. 💌

[lesser-bohemian]

absolutely no pressure at all, but do you think you’ll update your high school sweethearts fic soon? it’s one of my favorites that I think of all the time 💟💟

i hope so! i've been writing very slowly lately, but i promise i'm working on it! aw, thank you so much for saying that, my words being someone favorite is mind blowing and so, so sweet 🫶🫶🫶 here's a little sneak peek:

They work in companionable silence—their knees bumping, hands brushing. Lexi’s writing an essay for their shared English class and Fez is reading something about the Roman Empire. She’s finding it hard to concentrate, though. Her thoughts are still preoccupied by the winter formal. She’s dying to ask Fez to go.

Maybe it’s a silly thing to want, but it would be her first time attending a school dance with a real date, her first taste at the movie version of the high school experience. She can picture it all so perfectly—Fez in a dark suit and her in a dreamy dress, slow dancing to terrible music under a glittering mirror ball. It could be magical, something to write about in her diary, a memory as sweet as peaches, and as quickly bruised with nostalgia. She can’t remember ever seeing Fezco at a dance, though. Is that because he finds it too frivolous and childish? Or is it because he never had anyone to ask either?

[gsohb]

Hip-Hop Royalty: Capital Steez

"Dear diary, what a day it's been." - from Free The Robots

Prior to 2023, if you had asked me who Capital Steez was, I honestly would've drawn a blank.

This isn't a note on the ferocious talent of this young man, but more so an admission of how much of an old ass, I actually am.

But sure enough, in 2023, I became familiar with the music of Steez, and needless to say, I haven't stopped listening, since.

STEEZ was born Courtney Everald Dewar Jr. on July 7th, 1993 in Brooklyn, New York (city). He attended the well known Edward R. Murrow High School.

According to his wiki, STEEZ was a happy kid. Always with a smile on his face, he would don a short afro and skinny jeans.

During the late 2000's, STEEZ co-founded the PRO ERA rap collective with childhood friend and fellow rapper Joey Badass.

Have you ever heard of the Beast Coast Movement? Well, it was (and is) a thing.

Beast Coast Movement

Apparently it was a term that STEEZ used to describe the musical conglomerate that was PRO ERA, Flatbush Zombies, and The Underachievers.

Unfortunately, on December 23rd, 2012, Courtney ended his life.

But, I don't want this entire to piece to be about his passing. I would like to discuss his talent and legacy left on hip hop.

Lol! Apparently, he had a sense of humor, too.

His Music

I always know when a song, particularly a rap song is good, because I'll be listening to it, and say, "This is what I'm talking about!"

It's like when you've been looking for a particular brand of butter for months. Yeah, the others are good and get the job done, but THIS kind of butter makes food fun and nutritious.

That's the feeling I got when I first listened to Apex.

First what I love about this video is how fun it is. I appreciate the jovial, fun energy that's only complimented by half serious, half jokey lyrics.

Maybe I'm biased, because this is one of my favorite types of rap styles.

Also, do you hear that beat?

Another one I really enjoy listening to is Free The Robots.

Okay, first of all. THIS VIDEO.

This video definitely is giving me liminal space vibes. Anyone else? No?

I really appreciate how there's different clips, and videos from different sources. Feels like STEEZ was trying to convey a message with all the clips arranged like so.

Now, with the music: I feel hypnotized. Just listening to this makes me feel dreamy, but also really really dreary. You ever seen Requiem For A Dream? | Yeah, that kind of dreamy/dreary.

Which is coincidental, because throughout the song, STEEZ mentions how destructive drugs have been to him personally and the world at large.

Free The Robots

STEEZ also touches on politics, very heavily here, such as 9/11 and certain ways he'd like past presidents to be dealt with. :)

AmeriKKKan Korruption | King Capital

STEEZ posing with left hand over left eye, while draped in a large American flag.

So, there is an album.

Or rather, a mixtape.

Capital STEEZ had released a solo mixtape titled AmeriKKKan Korruption, on April 7th, 2012.

The mixtape contained a total of 14 tracks, although a number of other rappers, producers and PRO ERA members have graciously contributed to its track count.

After his passing, in 2013 there had been an announcement by friend and fellow rapper Joey Badass that a posthumous album, titled King Capital would be released. While a song did come of it (King Steelo), the album King Capital would never actually be released.

On January 2nd, 2018, Joey Badass stated to fans that due to legalities, the album's release would be delayed to later that year.

As of 2024, the project King Capital is still unreleased.

His Legacy

I'm not sure what things would have looked like for STEEZ had he survived throughout the years.

What I will say, is that a talent and voice like he had is desperately needed now. In fact, maybe STEEZ's energy is still alive and well in some other rapper who just may have the talent, but hasn't been tweeted about by XXL.

Maybe we need to begin searching out talented artists, and boosting them up ourselves.

Also, it goes without mentioning, that it was said that STEEZ had been dealing with some emotional battles. I want to say that if you find yourself dealing with emotional, mental issues, getting help doesn't make you weak.

But taking your life doesn't make you weak either. It just means the help you needed didn't arrive on time.

God bless everyone, and long live STEEZ.