#elvis caught in a trap

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THERE IS A TIME AND A PLACE FOR JOKES, PRESLEY!

AN INTERESTING INSIGHT ON ELVIS' ANTICS ONSTAGE IN THE 70s AND ARTISTS' PERSPECTIVE ON THEIR CAREER

August - September 1973, Las Vegas, NV.

"Elvis had a wonderful, zany sense of humor and I think the pictures in this book are evidence of that fact. These photographs were taken in Las Vegas in August, September 1973, when Elvis was in a specially 'zany' mood. He did such things as making funny rhymes, singing silly lyrics to his songs, coming on stage piggy back with a toy monkey in his shoulder and coming on stage in bed. The show became 'the Elvis Presley comedy hour'. Actually, it seemed to be two shows going on at the same time; one show for the audience out front and the 'inside' show for the band and singers onstage. But finally, the Colonel had a talk with Elvis about it, because some people walked out and wanted their money back. They didn't like Elvis making fun of their favorite songs and the Colonel didn't like giving money back."

— Glen D. Hardin, musician on the TCB Band at the time. March 2002. Except from the book 'Elvis: Caught In A Trap" by Arjan Deelen and (pictures by) photographer Laurens von Houten.

Okay, this surprised me a lot. I guess I was too naive to imagine Elvis could displease his audience in other scenario than by a poor vocal performances he gave when he was struggling with his health, specially just for trying to enjoy his time working, having fun with the audience and his musicians. I always looked at those silly things he did onstage as what turned his shows in very singular events, like... no gig could be like the other, regardless of the setlist or the stage costumes being the same in some cases, and that's because of his spontaneity onstage, the moments he shared a bit of who he really was in his private life, someone who enjoyed laughing and making people laugh more than anything, someone who appreciated comedy. It shocked me, to be honest, to know some members of his audiences took his playfulness as unprofessional behavior or something. How in the world could they ask for the money paid to see Elvis in flesh back? As a fan, I can understand how it is when a song means too much for you and you listen to the artist not taking it seriously... It kinda spoils the mood that song gives you, taking your attention away from whatever dear memories you get from listening to certain songs with touching lyrics. I understand that. To be honest again, the first time I've heard some of Elvis' takes from recording sessions and I could see the way his mind was not really in some of the songs sometimes but rather in his own life and whatever was going on in real time in the studio, I was like 'how is that even possible? I thought that song was important to him...' and then I begin to appreciate having a glimpse of what he was like behind the scenes, but that came with time, at first I was a little disappointed but not with him, but with the way I took the songs he recorded to my heart as they were officially released, without considering the actual life of someone who makes those songs. I can understand the fans who were not pleased by Elvis' silly jokes, changing the lyrics, and I can also see why Elvis did it. He was singing practically the same "greatest hits" with little freedom to explore his less known/successful songs on stage or even feel free to sing whatever songs he was in the mood to, like a normal person can do. He was a professional and tried to balance giving what people wanted from him with not letting the boredom take his spirit (because that would show like it did in some moments in his career). I can understand his side of the issue... it must be awful to sing the same damn songs many times in a row in order to get a master take, and the same in his shows, singing the same songs day after day... There is a moment you have to be sick of it! You can't avoid it. Elvis was a person who loved novelties, loved feeling challenged, loved experiencing the world and having first times. Of course there was moments where he was singing his hits more or less in auto pilot, not intently listening or feeling the words, but just reproducing them the best way he could, in order to please his fans. But feeling sick of being stuck is a real thing, and that's when he had to be spontaneous to make the moment new to him in some way, even if with just a silly little joke. Anyhow, it's interesting to have the perceptive from an artist like that. I deeply appreciate him taking the risk of not pleasing people, because that meant he was being true to himself and was trying the best he could to take care of his own mental and emotional health.

Again, thank you @eapep for letting me know how to find this great book online. In case you want to read it too, click here (archive.org link to the uploaded file).

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My Best Friend - Austin Butler

summary: both you and austin are in love with each other, yet you both hesitate to admit it - 1.9k words

Callum wrapped an arm around your shoulder and laughed in your ear. He gripped the microphone tighter and moved it in front of your face, your laughter echoing in the room.

“No fucking way!”, laughter fell from your lips as you desperately gripped onto your glass, your other hand pushing the mic away. Your thumb wiped away a tear that fell from the corner of your eye. 

All whilst Austin was watching the two of you. No alcoholic beverage as his drink of choice and a small grin on his lips. He loved watching you have fun — drinking and laughing with your friends was a must on one of those rare, free weekends you had. Your hair was wild from all the touch-ups you had done tonight, your lips were painted a bright color — lips that told stories like nobody else, and your eyes. Oh, how he loved your eyes. A deep, rich color that made his heart beat just a little bit faster.

Your hand reached out to Austin, your eyes glistening with something he couldn’t put his finger on, and without thinking about it more than once, he put his hand in yours. You pulled him up as protests fell from his lips.

“I´m not really good at singing—“, he said and before he could finish his sentence, Callum laughed pushing his shoulder.

“Mate, we´ve all seen Elvis.”, a rosy blush covered Austin´s face and he was grateful for the dim lights in the room. You took the microphone from Callum and moved to stand between the two of them, the piano keys filling the room.

“Can… Anybody find me somebody to love?”, your hand curled around Austin´s waist, his breath immediately hitched in his throat. His eyes found yours with ease as you sang to him, visibly encouraging him to sing along too. He wanted to make you happy, he wanted to see that smile and that light in your eyes.

Austin leaned down and sang in the mic. “I work hard every day of my life.”, a laugh fell from your lips, your hand tightening around his waist. A sudden surge of confidence engulfed him and he too wrapped his arms around you, his eyes closing. “I work ´till I ache in my bones.”, your head fell on his shoulder as Callum sang the other verse, but you were absolutely and totally in love with the sound of his voice.

The blonde looked down, his heartbeat embarrassingly quickened, taking your peaceful state in. That was when he loved you the most, when you let yourself live. You were trapped in your own head by your own thoughts and beliefs, but when you were out with him — or them both — you weren’t caught in a trap anymore. 

You were free from your mental cage and Austin was soaking that up. He gently shut his eyes as you took Austin´s hand to bring the mic closer to your mouth. He let his mind wander for a split second, imagining a life where a kiss on the cheek was a kiss on the lips, a life where you didn’t have to be drunk to wrap your arms around him. But he couldn’t possibly ruin what you two had built so far. It had always been the three of you. There couldn’t just be the two of you.

“Anybody, anywhere, anybody find me somebody to love.”

The tingling feeling hadn’t vanished from when you gripped his hand earlier. But the song had now ended and your touch left his as you took another sip of your drink. A round of applause followed before you walked off the small stage, a drunken giggle leaving your lips.

The night was over and you were all headed outside for some fresh air.

“That reminds me, Austin—“, he turned to look at Callum who was already searching for his cigarettes. You sighed and leaned against the railing, your head on your forearms.

“There’s this girl, Clarissa, that is interested in you.”, Austin´s eyes narrowed a little, fighting the urge to look at you. But you were already secretly holding your breath in anticipation.

“I didn´t tell her anything yet, figured I’d talk to you first.”, he offered Austin a cigarette who shook his head with an absentminded look. “So?”

Austin blinked quickly. “Well, what’s she like?”, Callum hummed, thinking quickly of an answer. You pressed your nails to your skin, keeping up the facade of the girl who was too drunk to keep her head up — the conversation was killing your head more than the alcohol.

“She´s a model—“, a quiet sigh left your lips, you couldn’t compare. “Relatively pretty—“

A laugh tumbled out of Austin´s chest. “Relatively?”, his tone was laced with playfulness.

“Well, I mean, if you’re into blondes.”, Callum said, bringing the cigarette to his lips. “Then yes, she’s pretty.”, a moment of silence engulfed the three of you. You held your breath once more, forcing your eyes shut.

“I don´t know… I’m more into brunettes.”

Callum hummed, exhaling. “Well, she’s real fun, though. Wouldn’t kill ya to go out with her once.”

Your head rose as you blinked quickly, adjusting to the moonlight. “You know what, Cal? You know that guy you tried to set me up with once and I refused?”

The brunette nodded in confusion. “Uh, Matt, yes. Why?”

“Just…”, you hesitated for a moment. “Tell him I’m available.”, and your gaze lowered again, shoes too busy tapping on pebbles.

Austin wanted to look at you so badly, see what was tormenting those eyes tonight. Was it Callum´s suggestion of him going out with another woman? But his blues were fixated on the ground instead, feeling the chill air on his exposed chest.

He cleared his throat, pushing a pebble to the side with the front of his boot. “Yeah, tell Melissa I´ll go out with her.”

“It´s Clarissa.”, Callum corrected him, a small smirk curling at his lips, going unnoticed by the two of you. None of you seemed to realize what was truly going on. He decided he was going to enjoy the little theatre he had just orchestrated for himself. “But sure, I’ll tell Clarissa and Matt that you’re both available.”

The evening was over as you all walked over to Austin’s car. No further words were spoken between the three of you as palpable tension engulfed your group. You couldn’t believe he had agreed to go out with that girl, yet he also was in disbelief of your sudden interest in that guy, Matt. Your purse was in your lap as Austin drove Callum home first, light conversation sparking from the brunette’s side.

“Anyways, thanks mate.”, he waved a hand at his friends. Austin lowered the car windows, his eyes following his friend´s movements.

“Cal!”, he turned around, stumbling a little. “Don’t forget about my date!”, Calum saluted, a drunken smile on his face and walked off. You on the other hand didn’t feel so smiley and happy about the situation — especially since now it was just you and Austin in the car.

He wordlessly turned on the engine again and pressed the foot on the gas pedal.

“Do you even know anything about Clarissa?”, your question made him blink in surprise. He turned to look at you for a moment.

“Who?”

You rolled your eyes. “Clarissa, your date.”

His heartbeat picked up for the hundredth time tonight. “Oh yeah, right.”, he cleared his throat. “But no, not really. Sure she’s nice though.”

His plain response drove you crazy.

“Nice? That’s what you’re settling for? Just nice?”, the disbelief and irritation in your tone were easily detectable. Was that you showing your jealousy? Or was that your reaction as a friend?

“Well, it’s a first date so yeah, being nice is enough for a first date. Then we’ll see.”, he paused for a moment, his eyes briefly looking at you. “What do you know about Matt?”

“I talked to Matt once.”, you breathed through your nose, your gaze wandering outside.

“Once? And you know you want to go on a date with him?”

Your eyes flickered to his side profile, casually staring for a moment. 

Austin noticed, biting his smirk away. “Y/N?”

“Oh, well, yes. He seemed nice enough.”

“There it is. Nice.”, he threw your own words back at you. “You also seem to settle for nice.”

“Guess we have that in common.”, you huffed, crossing your arms against your chest. Another moment of silence fell over the two of you, your eyes casually gazing outside, taking notice that you were in front of your building.

Austin clicked the button on the side, signaling that the doors were unlocked. But he needed to say something — the words that were buzzing since the beginning of your evening. Words he had been thinking since you two met. 

“I think… I think you shouldn’t go out with Matt.”, the words fell from his lips, leaving something unprecedented in his mouth. But he wouldn’t have said anything if you hadn´t said something about his supposed date — he hoped his gut feeling was right.

You froze in your seat, your breath blocked in your throat.

“I think you deserve more than nice.”, Austin continued, his face finally turning towards you. You felt his piercing gaze on the side of your face, his blues burning like fire, almost begging for attention.

You sighed. “I, uh… I think that… Clarissa… I’ve met her once and...”, you shook your head a little. With some hesitation you still managed to turn your gaze to his, immediately engulfed by his familiarity and warmth.

A minuscule smile formed on his lips at your hesitant words. “What I’m trying to say is that… She’s not the nice you deserve.”, Austin raised an eyebrow, your gaze shifted on your lap again.

“Yeah?”, you wordlessly nodded, your fingers finding your rings with ease to fiddle with them. “What do I deserve, Y/N?”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. “You deserve someone funny, caring, loving… Someone like you.”

Austin remained quiet, hanging onto your every word. His eyes looked down, catching you fiddle with your rings. His heartbeat picked up as his hand moved forward, briefly hovering over yours and then he finally let go. He let go of the barriers that had been separating the two of you for too long. His hand was finally pressed on yours, your fingers twitching at his warmth. You held hands before, it wasn’t a big deal — but not like this, never like this.

“I think I have that person right here.”

Your eyes lifted to look at him and you remained speechless at his honesty. His blue eyes were clearer under the moonlight, maybe that played a part too.

“That is, if you’ll have me for who I am.”, he said slowly. “A man who’s been in love with the funniest, most caring and loving person since the day he met her.”

A thin sheet of tears glazed your eyes at his words.

“God, you´re so cheesy.”, you laughed through your tears, wiping one of them away.

You looked at Austin and a breathy laugh tumbled out of his chest.

“So?”, a small, easy smile played on his lips.

You nodded, laughing. “I’ve been waiting for you to say this. For so long.”

Austin didn´t let you finish that he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, his hands cradling your cheeks in a manner that made you forget all about your past conversations.

You felt dizzy, woozy, lost and wrapped up in a dream all at once. And you intended to keep it this way.

A/N: I loved this!!! and I love bff Austin 😩💋 let me know what you thought and I'll see you in the next one ✨

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Tailor to the King.

(Austin Butler) Elvis Presley x Male reader

summary: When you're forced to hide, he makes the best out of it and makes the love letters to you. Maybe one day someone will know some certain songs he wrote was meant only to you, but for now. Lets keep the moments behind closed and locked doors.

Graceland was never quiet, not truly. Not even in the still hours after midnight when the parties faded and the last of the guests slipped out the back door with lipstick smudged glasses and stories they wouldn’t dare repeat. But for you and Elvis, the silence between 2 and 4 a.m. was sacred.

You were alone with him then.

The world faded. No screaming fans. No Colonel. No damn reporters. Not even Priscilla.

Just the sound of a record spinning soft in the background, and his voice—honeyed and low—as he sat on the edge of the piano bench, fingers brushing over the keys.

“We’re caught in a trap…” he sang gently.

You leaned in the doorway, watching him. Shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, collar undone, hair slightly mussed—no cameras around to catch it. You’d long stopped thinking of him as Elvis the icon. To you, he was just Elvis. Complicated. Guarded. Beautiful in ways no rhinestone could match.

He looked up suddenly, catching your eye.

“You know I wrote this one ‘cause of us.”

You said nothing, just nodded. He didn’t have to explain. The night he showed you Suspicious Minds for the first time, it felt like being seen and punched in the heart all at once.

“Everyone thinks it’s about Priscilla,” you muttered, crossing the room and sitting beside him on the piano bench. “About marriage. Jealousy. Tabloids love that story.”

“But it’s not,” Elvis said, reaching for your hand. “It never was.”

He laced his fingers with yours, thumb grazing your knuckles with a tenderness you could only afford in secret. “It’s about how scared I am that the wrong person’s gonna find out. That one headline, one whisper, and it’s all over.”

“And if it is?” you asked, voice barely audible.

He looked at you then, and for a moment he was stripped of everything—fame, money, myth. Just a man. Terrified. In love.

“Then I go down swingin’. But I ain’t letting go of you without a fight.”

You met Elvis in ’66, back when he was tired of the shiny Hollywood suits the studio kept sticking him in. The Colonel hired you as a stylist—“young, sharp, and quiet”—with strict instructions to make Elvis look like a god without asking too many questions.

But Elvis asked you questions.

About your work. About your past. About the little tattoo on your wrist you kept hidden behind a watchband. And one night, after a long fitting, he touched your arm—just above the elbow—and asked if you were lonely.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “But I’m used to it.”

You weren’t used to what came after. The glances. The touches. The way he lingered in dressing rooms just to talk. The way he started humming new melodies whenever you were near, eyes darting to yours like you’d help him finish the lyrics.

By 1968, he was married.

You helped him pick out his tuxedo.

Every button you fastened on that jacket felt like another nail in the coffin of the life you could never have together. You smiled for the cameras. Stood behind the press lines. Listened to the fans gush about how perfect they looked.

And later that night, when he found you in the back hallway of the hotel, his tie undone and his eyes rimmed red, he said nothing. Just pulled you into a kiss that tasted like guilt and bourbon.

“She knows,” he said that night, lying with his head on your chest.

“What do you mean?”

“About us. Or… maybe not us exactly. But enough.”

You swallowed hard. “What did she say?”

He hesitated. “She said if I was gonna break both our hearts, I better make it worth something.”

And he did.

He wrote Can’t Help Falling in Love after a night in Memphis when the power went out mid-show and you lit candles around the room while he strummed a guitar in his lap. You had whispered, “You’re gonna melt the candlewax if you keep playing like that.”

He smiled. “Maybe that’s the idea.”

You didn’t know it then, but the way you looked at him that night—that moment, with the light flickering over his face and your heart too full for words—that was what he bottled into the melody. Every note was an ache. Every lyric, a confession.

“Wise men say only fools rush in…”

“But I can’t help falling in love with you…”

He played it for the Colonel. Said it was “just a sweet tune for the girls.” The Colonel loved it. Said it’d make the charts. Sell a million records.

And it did.

But no one ever knew it was your love letter.

The secret weighed on you both. You were Elvis’s shadow—always near but never seen. You dressed him. Touched him. Inspired him. But you couldn’t have him. Not like you wanted. Not like he wanted to give himself.

And every time a journalist asked about Priscilla, about their “storybook love,” you stood in the wings, unseen. And every time Elvis lied—beautifully, convincingly—you wondered how long either of you could keep this up.

One night, after a Vegas show, you found him in his suite, staring out the window, shoulders tense.

“We can’t keep doin’ this,” he said.

Your heart sank. “So that’s it?”

He turned, eyes shining—not with goodbye, but with something heavier.

“No, baby. I mean we can’t keep hiding. I don’t know what the world’ll say. I don’t know what the Colonel’ll do. But I’m done pretending these songs are about someone else.”

You crossed the room, took his face in your hands.

“So what do we do?”

Elvis leaned his forehead to yours.

“We keep singin’ like we mean it. Even if they never know who it’s really for.”

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Aziraphale's real emotions in the final scenes of GO2

Versus his attempts at putting on a front for the Metatron

Caught in a trap

[leiawritesstories]

We're Really Doing This

Rowaelin Month 2024, Day 28: Eloping @rowaelinscourt

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: some swearing, innuendo

A/N: ✨happy birthday to me✨ here have a fun little elopement fic!! enjoy!!

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“And do you, Aelin Galathynius, take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?” 

Aelin looked at Rowan, grasping his hands. “Are we really doing this?” she whispered, her breath hitching. 

He grinned at her, eyes bright. “We’re really doing this.” 

The officiant cleared his throat politely, and Aelin snapped her attention back to the ceremony. With a smile bright enough to shame the sun, she met Rowan’s gaze. “I do.” 

~

Three Hours Earlier

“So, to clarify, you’re actively trying to give your entire family and his entire family a massive heart attack?” 

“That’s exactly what we’re going for.” Aelin smirked at her best friend. “Are you in, maid of honor?” 

“Hell yes!” Lysandra kicked her feet giddily. “We need to go find you a dress like, now!” 

Aelin laughed. “One step at a time, Lys.” 

“Bullshit.” The brunette leapt to her feet and caught Aelin’s hand. “I wasn’t expecting this at all, since you and your mom have been planning a big-ass wedding ever since you and Ro got engaged, but you go, girlie. And if it’s your wedding day, you need a dress. Now.” 

“What if I told you I already have a dress?” Aelin and Rowan had gotten engaged just over a year ago, and Lys was right—practically since the day Aelin came home with that emerald glittering on her left hand, Evalin Ashryver had been in full event-planning mode. 

Lys stopped in her tracks. “You do not.” 

“Oh, I do.” Aelin’s grin turned wicked as she crossed the hotel room and opened the closet, revealing a garment bag that she unzipped. With a flourish, she pulled the dress out of the bag, and it unfurled in a spill of white silk. 

“Holy fuck!” Lys stared at the sleeveless sheath dress, examining its beautiful tailoring and the slit running up one seam. “Where did you get that?” 

“Ells knows people.” Aelin shrugged. Elide Lochan, another of her close friends and one of her bridesmaids, worked as a modeling agent, and she was always picking up clothes from various designers that she gave to her friends. “I had a few alterations done, and here we go.” She hung the dress up and picked up a smaller, flat box. “And I have my mom’s veil, so she can’t be too mad at me for defying tradition.” 

Lys laughed at that. “I still stand by my heart attack statement.” 

“Oh, you were a hundred percent right about that.” Aelin glanced over at her phone, where her notifications had been pinging for almost a whole minute. “Lys, what the fuck? Did you text the groupchat?” 

“Of course I did!” Lys patted Aelin’s shoulder. “Just the one with you, me, Rowan, and Lorcan.” 

“That’s marginally better.” Lorcan was Rowan’s best man, so the groupchat with just the four of them was where they handled most of the wedding details. Aelin looked at the string of texts. “Why is Lorcan asking if we have a limo?” 

“We’re in Vegas, baby!” Lys beamed. “Why shouldn’t you get a limo?” 

“Because they’re tourist traps, and before you say it, hell no. We’re not getting married by Elvis.” 

Lys frowned. “What happened to your sense of adventure?” 

“Ro and I already went and applied for a marriage license at the courthouse, and we have an appointment there later today.” Aelin flicked Lys’s shoulder. “We aren’t drunk enough to get married by some middle-aged man in a shitty Elvis suit.” 

“Fair enough.” Lysandra rolled her shoulders. “All right, lady, you better have brought all of your hair and makeup stuff, because so help me gods, you’ll be the most glamorous bride in the courthouse.” 

“I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it.” Aelin grinned and opened up her makeup bag. 

~

A good two hours later, she had her makeup done and her hair resting in rollers, lips held apart as the smudge-proof scarlet lipstick dried. Lysandra made her close her eyes as she sprayed her face with setting spray, and Aelin obediently sat and waited until Lys told her she could open her eyes and stand up. She looked at herself in the mirror, and she beamed. 

“I love you, Lyssie.” 

“Love you too, Aelie.” 

Aelin wrinkled her nose. “Ugh, why? We’re not in college anymore.” 

Lys snickered. “You said it first.” 

“Oh, fine.” Aelin went over to the closet, dropped her robe, and let Lysandra help her into the dress, carefully sliding up the zipper in the back. She turned slowly, admiring the way the silk flowed over the lines of her figure, molded to her body. The slit climbed up her left leg, stopping at the middle of her thigh, and the heels she’d brought paired perfectly with the sleek look of the dress. 

Behind her, Lys sniffled as she pinned the veil into Aelin’s curls. “You’re really a bride,” she murmured, and Aelin turned and flung her arms around her best friend. 

“You’re the best maid of honor,” Aelin murmured thickly. 

Lys managed a smile. “Of course I am.” She blinked back the sheen of her tears. “Let’s go get you married.” 

She and Aelin went downstairs to the hotel lobby, and a car was waiting at the curb. They climbed into the back seat and went off to the courthouse, only a short drive from the hotel. As she hopped out of the car, Aelin looked across the limestone steps, a smile unfurling across her face when she saw Rowan and Lorcan standing shoulder to shoulder at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Hey there, handsome,” she hummed, touching his shoulder. 

He turned, and wonder suffused his face as he gawked at her in her wedding dress. “Holy gods, Fireheart,” he finally managed to say. “You’re so beautiful.” 

She blushed under her makeup. “Thank you, love.” She swept a long look up and down his figure, appreciating the fit of his tux. “You look stunning, too.” 

“Luckiest man in the world,” he murmured, holding out his hand. “Ready?” 

“For you? Yes.” She tucked her hand into his, and they walked up the courthouse steps together. 

They checked in at the reception desk in the lobby, and an aide led them back to a small, unassuming courtroom. It looked like an office, just with a small version of a judge’s bench in place of a desk. The placard on the desk read “Justice of the Peace,” meaning that the man behind the desk was officially authorized to perform weddings and other official duties. He greeted them and had Aelin and Rowan stand facing each other in front of the bench, with Lysandra and Lorcan a couple steps away as the witnesses. Hand in hand with Rowan, Aelin lost herself in his gaze as the officiant began the wedding ceremony. 

~

“Do you, Rowan Whitethorn, take Aelin Galathynius as your lawfully wedded wife?” 

Rowan’s eyes were soft and filled with love. “I do.” 

“And do you, Aelin Galathynius, take Rowan Whitethorn as your lawfully wedded husband?” 

Aelin smiled. “I do.” 

They exchanged rings, Aelin sliding a steel-gray platinum band with an inlay of tiny rubies onto Rowan’s finger and Rowan slipping a gold band engraved with a subtle flame design onto Aelin’s finger, tucking it into place beside her engagement ring. 

“With the authority vested in me by the state of Nevada, I hereby declare you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride.” 

Rowan smoothly hooked an arm around Aelin’s waist and dipped her into a fervent kiss. 

Behind them, Lysandra whooped, applauding vividly. Lorcan joined in, whistling lowly when Rowan finally pulled away and set Aelin upright on her feet. She was smiling brighter than he’d ever seen her smile, her joy warming his heart, and his smile matched hers. 

“Hi, husband,” she whispered. 

He kissed her again. “Hi, wife.” 

Aelin raised her and Rowan’s hands into the air like a winning boxer as they walked out of the courthouse and down the steps. They climbed into the car that was waiting for them, Lys and Lorcan following, and they drove off to the hotel, where the families were gathered for what they thought was going to be an engagement party. Aelin’s mother had repeatedly questioned her daughter’s desire to hold her party in Vegas, but she begrudgingly agreed when Aelin told her that was where the bachelor and bachelorette trips were going to be. 

Lorcan and Lysandra went into the hotel event space first, giving Aelin and Rowan a few minutes to themselves. She and Lys had planned it out during the drive—the best man and maid of honor would say some words of welcome, and when Aelin and Rowan were ready, they’d walk in and be announced as Mr. and Mrs. to everyone’s shock. 

“Ready?” Rowan asked, wrapping one arm low around Aelin’s hips. 

She flicked a sultry glance up at him. “I might need a few more minutes.” Even in her heels, she still had to rise up to kiss him, and in a blur of hazy kisses, she’d tugged him into the closest coat closet. It was empty except for some hangers, since nobody was wearing a jacket in Vegas, and he backed her swiftly against the shelves, his lips attached to her neck. 

“Love you so much,” he murmured against her skin. 

She wove her fingers into his hair. “Love you more, Ro.” 

A fist thudded against the door, shattering their little bubble. “Break it up, you two,” Lorcan grumbled. “I’m not opening this door, but you might want to get your lovebird asses out here.” 

“Jackass,” Rowan muttered. 

Aelin snickered. “Thank you, Lor darling.” 

“Gods above.” Lorcan left, probably rolling his eyes. 

“We should go,” Aelin whispered, deftly tucking Rowan’s shirt back into place. 

He raised a brow. “Do we have to?” 

“I want to show you off, husband.” She kissed the corner of his jaw. “Please?” 

“Anything for you, love.” He laced his fingers with hers and led her down the hallway and through the double doors into the event space, where their family and friends were gathered. 

Lysandra leaned into the microphone in her hand as the couple walked in. “Mr. and Mrs. Whitethorn, everyone!” she whooped. 

And the crowd went wild.

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[elvisbdoll]

Velvet chains

No way out

Summary: Velvet Chains follows the intense and dangerous relationship between Camille, a confident and independent woman, and Elvis Presley, a charismatic yet troubled star of the 70s. When Camille enters Elvis’s world, she quickly becomes the object of his obsession. Despite his fame and charm, Elvis’s personality is darkened by mood swings and jealousy, fueled by his reliance on pills. As the two grow closer, Camille finds herself caught in the grip of his possessiveness, torn between her desire for freedom and the undeniable pull of Elvis’s passion.

Pairing: 70s!ElvisXBlack!Oc

Trigger Warnings Substance Abuse (pills, drugs), Jealousy/Obsessiveness, Emotional Abuse, Manipulative Behavior, Possessiveness, Mood Swings/Anger Issues, Toxic Relationships, Psychological Abuse, Dangerous Obsession, cursing, Elvis being an asshole sometimes

Elvis’s smirk lingered as his fingers toyed with the heavy buckle of his belt, watching Camille like she was a wild creature he had finally managed to trap. The dim light in the bedroom cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the wicked amusement in his blue eyes.

Camille refused to look away. She didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.

“You’re high as hell, aren’t you?” she said  flatly, eyeing the way his pupils were blown wide.

Elvis chuckled, unbothered. “What’s it to ya, darlin’?”

She rolled her eyes. “You act like you’re in control, but you can barely stand up straight.”

That got a reaction.

His smirk disappeared, and for a second, just a second, something dangerous flashed across his face. Then, just as quickly, he tilted his head, smiling again, but this time it was slower, darker. He leaned forward, bracing a hand against the headboard, boxing her in without even touching her.

“I walk just fine, baby,” he murmured. “Carried you all the way up here, didn’t I?”

Camille scoffed, shifting just slightly, enough to create distance. “You don’t scare me, Presley.”

“That so?”

His fingers suddenly brushed her knee, trailing upward just slightly. It wasn’t enough to be anything more than a tease, but it was enough to make her breath catch in her throat.

She slapped his hand away, and he laughed, the sound deep and amused.

“I like that fire, honey,” he drawled, his voice thick, syrupy. “But you’ll learn.”

She lifted her chin. “I’ll learn what?”

He leaned in, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath. “That fightin’ only makes me wanna keep you closer.”

Her stomach twisted, a mix of anger and something else she didn’t want to name.

“Go to hell,” she snapped.

Elvis just smiled. “We already there, baby.”

Before she could react, a sharp knock at the door interrupted the moment.

Elvis exhaled sharply, pushing himself back with an irritated sigh. His mood shifted so fast it nearly gave her whiplash. One second, he was teasing, the next, his expression darkened, frustration clear in the tense set of his jaw.

“What?” he barked.

The door creaked open, and Jerry’s voice hesitated on the other side. “Uh, E… Sonny’s got somethin’ you might wanna hear.”

Elvis closed his eyes, exhaling slowly through his nose, trying to rein in his irritation. Then, he glanced down at Camille, that smirk returning as if nothing had happened.

“Don’t go nowhere, sugar,” he murmured before turning toward the door.

Camille sat still, watching him closely, her heart hammering against her ribs.

This wasn’t over.

Not even close.

Thursday, July 17, 1975 – Early Morning

The room was too quiet. Too still.

Camille sat at the edge of the bed, her arms crossed tight, her nails digging into her skin. The dim glow of a bedside lamp barely lit the space, but she could see Elvis perfectly—standing by the dresser, head down, fingers working a small amber bottle.

Pills.

He tipped a few into his palm and swallowed them dry. His jaw clenched as he tilted his head back, the muscles in his throat flexing. Camille forced herself to look away.

He’d barely spoken since last night. Not since those last words—Baby, you first—had sent something sharp and dangerous down her spine.

But the silence didn’t mean she was free.

No, Elvis was still here. Still watching.

She could feel it—the weight of his gaze, burning into her like a mark she’d never get rid of.

“I ain’t lettin’ you go,” he finally muttered, voice thick with something she didn’t want to name.

She rolled her eyes. “Shocking.”

Elvis exhaled through his nose, shaking his head like she was testing him. Maybe she was.

He turned to face her then, his expression unreadable, but his eyes—God, his eyes—held something unhinged beneath the blue.

“Camille.”

She didn’t answer.

In a blur, he was in front of her, yanking her chin up to force her to meet his stare. The pressure wasn’t bruising, but it wasn’t soft either.

His lips curled. “You always this mean, sugar?”

She scoffed, batting his hand away. “You always this psycho?”

Elvis chuckled—low, dangerous, amused.

But there was no real humor in it.

He stared at her, his eyes half-lidded, his pupils slightly blown from whatever pills he’d just swallowed. His thumb dragged over his lower lip as he studied her, like he was debating something in that chaotic mind of his.

Camille clenched her fists. “What?”

He smirked. “You’re feisty this mornin’, baby.”

“I was feisty last night too.”

Elvis grinned wider. “Mm, that you were.” He stepped closer, tilting his head. “Guess that’s why I like ya so much.”

She tensed. Like wasn’t the word for what this was. This wasn’t some schoolyard crush. This was obsession, possession—control.

Elvis Presley didn’t just like things.

He owned them.

Camille felt the weight of that realization settle in her bones.

He was still watching her, smirking like he knew every thought running through her mind. Maybe he did. Maybe he was waiting for her to finally accept it—to give in.

She wouldn’t.

“I’m not something you can keep, Presley,” she said, her voice sharp, but her pulse betrayed her—pounding, wild, frantic.

Elvis’s smirk didn’t falter. “That so?”

In a slow, deliberate move, he reached for his belt buckle, flicking it open with a metallic clink.

Camille stiffened.

He chuckled, catching the flash of panic in her eyes. “Relax, baby.” He slid the belt from its loops, letting the leather drag between his fingers. “Ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

But the way he said it—the way his voice dropped, all honey and steel—made her shiver.

“Let me go.”

Elvis hummed like he was considering it. “Nah.”

Her breath hitched. “You can’t keep me here forever.”

He leaned in, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath against her lips.

“Watch me.”

Her stomach twisted, anger flaring. “You’re insane.”

He grinned like she’d just paid him the highest compliment. “And you’re mine.”

She shoved at his chest, but he barely moved.

Elvis let out a slow exhale, tilting his head. The amusement in his eyes dimmed, something darker seeping in. His grip on the belt tightened, the leather creaking.

Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and strode toward the dresser.

Camille watched him warily as he yanked open the top drawer, rummaging through it with a sense of purpose. A second later, he pulled out a set of keys.

She didn’t like that.

Didn’t like the way his expression shifted, something dangerous curling at the edges of his smirk.

“Elvis—”

Too late.

He was already at the bedroom door, locking it with a sharp click.

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

He turned back to her, twirling the keys around his finger.

“Now,” he drawled, voice thick with satisfaction. “Let’s see how long it takes ya to realize there ain’t no way out, darlin’.”

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101 ways to kill Barney Calhoun

I ended up making this list by going through multiple servers and people so here cuz I found it in my phone notes

Anyway the brilliant minds of the half-life fandom

1.) Waited pressure plate with tnt under it

2.) im going to leave mines under his mattress

3.) i’m setting a rake on his floor so he steps on it and whacks his face

4.) I'm giving him a bomb disguised as a cigar

5.) barney death 3: he ate what elvis presley ate….

6.) I would kill Barney Calhoun by slapping him so hard on the ass that it gives him cardiac arrest

7.) I drop him onto a pit of venomous snakes

8.) Im going to give Barney a beer but instead of beer it will be filled with deadly neurotoxin

9.) “now gordon, ive been keepin an eye out on this combine hideout for a while. they seem to walk in a certain pattern when crossing over to the entrance, which makes me think theyve buried mines all over the place. now, ive memorized the pattern, so im just gonna sneak on over, and you follow my lead, alright? dont worry, i know exactly where all the mines are.” and then he explodes

10.) that one episode of sponge bob where he eats the exploding pie and explodes

11.) set up tripwire then he falls into a tiger pit

12.) I type kill npc_barney into console

13.) slap the boobies off his chest so hard them fly around the world and hit the side of his head like water balloons

14.) i could marry him and slowly feed him mercury over a span for 3 years until he dies of mercury poisoning

15.) He tries to become a wwe wrestler but gets killed in a freak accident mid match

16.) I would kill him by making him a pizza but it’s covered in big chunks of lead but it’s hidden in the sauce and it’s a Chicago style pizza

17.) bring him to a highway and kiss him so hard he gets knocked onto the road and gets ran over

18.) Peeling him apart by the dna strand and eating it like spaghetti

19.) barney gets trampled by a stampede of horses

20.) giving him under the counter off brand viagra

21.) put him in a washing machine and turn it on

22.) shark attack

23.) pit of sharks

24.) barney gets criticized so badly he dies

25.) barney sits in an uncomfortable chair for too long

26.) He gets his arm caught in a bear trap w a beer used as a lure

27.) HE BECOMES THE CAT THAT TRAUMATIZED HIM. HE….YKNOW…..

28.) he gets stuck in a swimming pool like hes in the sims and dies from getting exhausted and drowning

29.) barney roasting marshmallows but his stick ignites into flames and he burns to death

30.) ATTACH SO MANY BALLOONS TO BARNEY HE FLOATS AWAY INTO THE SKY NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN

31.) barney gets rejected by gordon and he gets so sad his body shuts down

32.) I kiss him so tenderly on the lips that he melts into a puddle and dies

33.) i throw him in to a volcano so that he melt into a puddle and dies

34.) "I’ll turn him into a flea, a harmless, little flea, and then I’ll put that flea in a box, and then I’ll put that box inside of another box, and then I’ll mail that box to myself, and when it arrives…I’ll smash it with a hammer!"

35.) stick a bottle of beer into his throat, the whole bottle

36.) give Barney Calhoun a beer can full of poison

37.) hang a piano over the toilet and wait

38.) i think barney should have his spine ripped out through his mouth

39.) he goes to a bar and tries flirting with the bartender and the bartender takes out a shotgun and kills him on the spot

40.) punch him so hard in the penis that he shatters like a brittle glass

41.) bite him in half

42.) I'm grinding him in a giant shredder

43.) bro took a bath in hot mac 'n cheese

44.) i put him ina giant caldron full of water and i begin boiling him down to gelatin and broth

45.) barney accompanies the crew to the borealis and he steps over thin ice and gets dunked into the below zero water and freezes to death

46.) barney calhoun gets carried away by a tornado

47.) took barney on a vacation to Hawai’i and pushed him into a volcano

48.) He dies and he's never mentioned again and nobody cares

49.) died of tummy ache

50.) Stepped on by a strider

51.) shrinked until he disappeared completely

52.) blasted into the sun

53.) Stab him with 300 pencils made with real lead

54.) slip and falls and dies

55.) put him into a Minecraft furnace

56.) Barney ignores the wet floor sign and slips and cracks his head

57.) while swimming in the swimming pool he swims to fast and smashes his face against the pool's wall

58.) he gets a concussion and drowns

59.) i want to put him through a lunchmeat slicer

60.) He falls off a dumb huge cliff

61.) he lives his life to the fullest and at his deathbed at age 93, June 29th, 6:12 am he passes away

62.) he eats a burgie with too much grease and gets a heart attack

63.) testicular cancer

64.) He should get sucked into a fan while trying to fix it at Black Mesa and literally no one comes looking for him

65.) The Pita Bread Room

66.) slipped on a Banana peel

67.) ran over by a crap ton of shopping carts rolling down the hill

68.) barney overheats in a fursuit

69.) he has sex so bad that he dies

70.) Barney dies because i fucking kill him with a shovel 🖕

71.) barney eats the gas station sushi

72.) barney faints via twirling around and holding his hand in front of his forehead, and then slowly lying down with a flower in his hands to indicate death

73.) When they turn off the suppression fields he just blows up

74.) barney gets crushed by a giant boulder thats all i got son

75.) barney goes to the beach that makes you old

76.) His head spontaneously combusts and pops like corn

77.) erectile dysfunction

78.) we should also have him get carbon monoxide poisoning

79.) barney gets gaussian blurred into nothingness

80.) he eats 20 year old expired mcdonalds burger and contracts the worst case of food poisoning youve ever seen

81.) Have we done tying him to a train track like a damsel

82.) he dies in a glue trap

83.) barney develops lactose intolerance over the years of combine occupation and he drink milk and then dies from shitting hinself to death

84.) he should chocke on his favourite food

85.) barney gets lead poisoning from a 1990s garfield glass mug

86.) he chokes on plastic

87.) barney gets thrown throw a glass window from a 15 story building

88.) gordon gives barney a wedgie so bad that he splits in half and dies

89.) gordon and barney divorce and barney dies from heartbreak

90.) alyx and gordon have enough of barney’s snoring so they smother him in his sleep with a pillow

91.) he trips while walking with gordon and impales himself on gordons crowbar face

92.) if he were the size of an ant he'd be ok instead he blows up like a watermelon and his remains are fed to lamarr by a very delighted kleiner. he fucking hated barney

93.) dog roughhouses with barney and accidentally obliterates his spinal cord

94.) barney gets poisoned to death by his own chumtoad

95.) coats him in eggs and flour and fries him

96.) snatched by a hawk and eten alive

97.) barney gets to participate in a danganronpa killing game and gets executed

98.) barney opens the love-letter-for-you.txt.vbs file and it kills him

99.) elaborate rube goldberg machine to drop an anvil on barney

100.) barney dies in an Iron Maiden

101.) we should put barney under those old timey stone tablets meant to squish and torture people and make them talk

[rosie-love98]

Head-Canons On The Mozzarella-Cheese Family (With Some Canon Stuff Mixed In):

Chuck E. Cheese Sr.:

Was born on May 22nd, 1943 in Rodentville, New Jersey.

Parents were rats, Ricky Cheese (a.k.a “Rick Rat”) and Charlene Cheddar.

Rick chose “Entertainment” for his son’s middle name as Rick knew he’d have “star quality”. Even as a newborn pup.

Around the time Chuck E. was born, him and his parents were pursued by an evil scientist named “Dr. Z”.  This was due to Rick and Charlene being Dr. Z’s lab rats long before their son was born. 

But before they were caught, Rick and Charlene left Chuck E. at Rodentville’s orphanage, St. Marinara’s. But not without leaving a small piece of paper stating Chuck E.’s full name; “Charles Entertainment Cheese”.

As his caretakers didn’t know his birthday, poor Chuck E. was never given a party. Though he was allowed to celebrate the birthdays of the other kids.

As a teen, he took a job at the drive-in movie theatre. Chuck E. adored it as he’d watch classics like “The East Side Kids” films with Mugs McGinnis being his favorite character.

Went to NYC in 1961 to make it big on Broadway.

Met Pasqually Pieplate when the then 18-year-old (and homeless) Chuck E. had snuck into Pasquually’s closing New York restaurant. 

Took up smoking around this time to cope with the harshness of the city streets. He’d quit in the 80’s.

Taught both his kids self-defense.

One of his weaknesses: Mitzi’s “Sad Pup Eyes”.

Would reunite with Rick The Rat in 1976…but that’s a different story.

Mini Mozzarella:

Was born on September 26nd, 1944; same birthday as Olivia Newton-John.

Parents are mice, Ovolini and Perlini Mozzarella.

Grew up in a middle-to-high class family in Florida.

Had major crushes on Elvis, Frank Sinatra, and James Dean as a teen.

Was trained in ballet since childhood but had to quit thanks to a bad tail injury.

To her parents’ dismay, she worked at The Silver Trap in Las Vegas. There, she met Rolfe DeWolfe and Fatz Domino who recruited her into the Wolf Pack 5.

Is best friends with Queenie The Fox and often comforted Queenie whenever she grieved for her late-boyfriend, Foxy. 

Would also be friends with Sally Sashay, Harmony Howlette, Dolli Dimples, Foxy Colleen, Madame Oink and Birdie The Early Bird.

Love Story:

In 1962, Chuck E. decided to go on the road to look for talented acts for his own, up-coming (and still struggling) business venture; a theatre. Pasqually would tag along both out of curiosity for the world and out of paternal instinct for Chuck E. 

This would lead them to meet Jasper in Nashville and Helen Henny I in California. 

During the journey, they’d also encounter acts like Madame Oink (to Pasqually’s dismay), Sally Sashay, Dolli Dimples and Artie Antlers during the journey. 

The gang wouldn’t meet Mr. Munch until 1978.

Before meeting Helen I, Chuck E., Pasqually and Jasper had (accidentally) gone to Florida. This was where Pasqually and Jasper first had met Billy Bob and The Wolf Pack 5. It wasn’t long until they had forced their rat friend to see a performance. Needless to say, Chuck E. was impressed.

So impressed with The Wolf Pack 5 that Chuck E. offered them to join his upcoming theatre. An offer which Rolfe “The Wolfman” DeWolfe had refused as he would rather be in a concert rather than a theatre. Chuck E. and his pals understood and looked at them as their new friends. Including one vocalist, Mini, who took a liking to Chuck E.

Chuck E., Jasper, and Pasqually made California their new home with Helen Henny as another confidante. All while Chuck E. and Mini would write to each other with their bands visiting from time to time.

Yet, whenever in Florida, Chuck E. would gain a rival in a greaser known as “Mike Wolf”. He was the leader of The Wolfpacks who were indirectly responsible for the death of Foxy (Queenie’s boyfriend). 

Mike Wolf would often hit on Mini. She (nor Chuck E.) did not take Wolf’s flirtings well.

Still, Mike would challenge Chuck E. to a drag race. The first attempt nearly got Chuck E. killed but the rematch was a success 

Ovolini and Perlini were extremely disproving of their daughter’s suitor. Not only was he a rat but a poor one at that.

As much as Mini loves Chuck E., she hates his smoking habits.

Chuck E. and Mini often had dates at drive-in theatres, pizzerias, and picnics at the park. 

Proposed to Mini at one of their drive-in dates. The movie playing was the 1963 “Bye Bye Birdie”.

Chuck E. and Mini married on May 31st, 1965 with all their friends attending. 

Jasper Jowls was the best man.

Queenie The Fox was the maid of honor.

Helen Henny, Madame Oink, Sally Sashay and Dolli Dimples served as bridesmaids.

Billy Bob was the one who gave Mini away as Mini’s own parents still hated her relationship with Chuck E.

Made The Rat Garden their home in San Jose, California.

Chuck E. Jr. and Mini became parents by 1970 when their twins-Chuck E. Jr. and Mitzi-were born.

The two had to be born at home due to the dangerous traffic during New Year’s Eve. 

Chuck E. Jr. was born on December 31st, 1969 at 11:57 p.m. Mitzi was born 3 minutes later on January 1st, 1970.

Chuck E. Cheese Jr.:

As he was more stage-shy, Jr. wouldn’t start show business until 1992.

He would serve as Cool/Avenger Chuck E.

Loves music, skateboarding and arcade games.

Is close to Helen Henny III (grand-daughter of Helen I and niece of Helen II) and Jasper II (son of Jasper T. Jowls and his late-wife Jeanie-Lee). Though Jasper II is older out of the three by a year. 

Mini was none too pleased about Jr. being in the Galaxy 5,000…

Is more adventurous than his father…more polite too…Though Jr. can come up with better comebacks compared to his sister.

Is a fan of Michael Jackson.

Mitzi Mozzarella:

Favorite things are fashion, cars, phones, horses and dating.

Loves to gossip with Helen Henny III, Hannah Banana and the Chipettes.

While a cheerleader at her school, Mitzi serves as class president.

Works as a babysitter and often watches Choo-Choo and Munch Jr.

Shared Jr.’s love of Michael Jackson. As a baby, the Jackson 5 was the only thing that kept her from crying.

Has a tendency to play match-maker. She even got Crusty The Cat together with Foxy Colleen. Mitzi also encouraged Duke LaRue to get with Moonrockers’ Princess Hayley. All while teasing Hannah Banana on her crush on Coco (of Coco Pops).

Started her singing career as a small child when she wanted to join The Cheesettes that featured Mini, Queenie and Sally Sashay.

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I Call Cap (Suspicious Minds) - acrylic painting - 6"x6" mdf - 2024

“We're caught in a trap… I can't walk out… Because I love you too much, baby…" - Elvis Presley - Suspicious Minds

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[hooked-on-elvis]

Source: Book "Caught In A Trap" by Arjan Deelen and Laurens van Houten.

Elvis during that 1973 Elvis Summer Festival. Photographer: Laurens van Houten.

"Elvis would probably be considered a baritone, but he could reach notes that most baritone singers couldn't reach. Much of his abilities were emanated from a very intense desire to execute a song as he wanted to do it, which meant that he really sang higher than he really was able to sing. Because he had the desire, he had the will to excel above what he was really capable of. | think often when the adrenalin is going, and the song is really pumping, you can get into that mode where you can actually do things vocally that you couldn't normally do. He had a tremendous range because of his desire to excel and be better. That's why he could do a lot of things that most people couldn't do." (...) "Elvis was very loyal, but he expected loyalty from his people too. He had a group of men who were lovingly called the Memphis Mafia. They were around him all the time and helped him, supported him, encouraged him… Because deep down he was not really sure that he was worthy to be called “Тһе King of Rock 'n' Roll. So he had to be reminded of how great he was. It's difficult to go out there every night and prove that you're The King of Rock 'n' Roll, when you may not feel like it that night."

— Terry Blackwood, backing vocalist for Elvis as part of The Imperials, 1969 - '71.

"Elvis was the kind of guy that needed new things. He needed to be inspired about certain things. And І personally feel that management was not doing that for him. | personally feel that at that point of his life he should have traveled. He should have gone all over Europe, he should have gone to Asia, he should have gone around the world. No other artist in our time could have gone every place that he could have gone. | mean, there's no place where the man couldn't have gone. There's no place that wouldn't һауе welcomed him. Even in the most remote parts of Russia | think they know Elvis Presley! Just think about that. And | think that deep down he knew that, and that was part of his frustration."

— Ronnie Tutt, Elvis' TCB Band drummer.

All pictures an:d excepts from the book "Caught In A Trap" by Arjan Deelen and Laurens van Houten.

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I caught in a trap I can't walk out

This is Elvis Presley trap

Because I love the King too much, baby

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A Bike´s Roar - Benny Cross

summary: you've always been told that men couldn't love or care. benny proved you wrong.

Another day, another fight between your parents. Your father had given your mom the silent treatment for weeks and the first words he decided to speak were no words of forgiveness. Your mom deserved all the love and care in the world, so why couldn't he give that to her? Unfortunately, having grown up in that toxic household, your view of men changed drastically.

No man really cared. No man could love. No man could be a good man.

Not that you were in anybody's interest, but even just meeting someone's gaze would send you to a panic. Memories of your father yelling at your mother. Memories of your father degrading and belittling you. You just couldn't let yourself fall into that trap. A trap you couldn't get out of.

But there was a man that seemed to have found the way to your caged heart. Your Benny had the key for it. It all started with Kathy, who invited you to a meeting you knew nothing about — you later found out that it was a bikers get together, which you certainly didn't hate. You didn't hate it because that was the day you met Benny Cross. Easily the most beautiful man you had laid eyes on.

The crucial difference between Benny and any other man was that there were no flashbacks or alarm signals sent to your head. You felt at peace. You were absolutely fine with just stealing glances from a distance. But he caught your gaze and he couldn't let go anymore.

So he cleared his throat and patted his hands on his jeans, hands feeling unusually clammy. He looked over at you and noticed that your gaze had shifted to your friends. With confident strides, Benny made his way to you, making you look up from your fizzy drink. Kathy bit her cheek, hiding a smile and nodding at her other friend.

"I'm Benny.", he said and you felt a strange warmth stain your already rosy cheeks. His kind eyes couldn't give you a moment to overthink anything — no what ifs.

There was no overthinking even when his lips fell on yours or when your clothes landed on the floor of his small apartment. His hand brushing your long locks as your head rested on his warm chest, the skin to skin contact feeling incomparable to anything you had ever felt before. That was the peace you had been looking for your entire life. And you found that with him.

You flinched at the sound of a plate breaking and the following distasteful words that fell from your father's mouth. A sigh escaped your lips as you turned the volume of your record player a little higher, just enough that the voices would feel faint and distant. Your eyes shut as there was no way you could concentrate on your book again.

But there was a noise that an Elvis tune could not fade away - a bike's roar. You knew exactly who it belonged to for you spent many moons in the back of it with your Benny. You felt something heavy place in your chest, a sensation you had never felt before. A sensation that urged you to pack a small backpack and climb out of your window.

That was exactly what you did. You were seeking freedom. The person waiting for you outside had been seeking freedom all his life. So why not do it together?

You huffed as you jumped off the pipe, your hands automatically wiping the dirt off your pants. A chuckle made you look up and an instant smile made its way on your face.

"You laughin' at me now?", you asked, approaching him.

Benny shook his head and took another drag of his cigarette. "You know I would never, baby.", he stood up once you were standing in front of him, his large hands finding home on your hips. "Hi, baby."

"Hi.", you pecked his lips and offered him a small smile, which he reciprocated, but his eyes wandered to your house. "Thank you for comin' here. How'd you know?", you adjusted his collar and lolled your head to the side.

He threw the cigarette down and stomped on it. "Had a feelin' my girl needed me.", Benny's face moved closer to yours, catching a glimpse of the straps on your shoulders. "You packed a bag?"

You nodded, sighing. "Need some time away. If that's okay with you.", right as you spoke, another yell coming from your house filled the air. Benny's eyes moved in that direction and then back at you. You looked tired. Tired of being disappointed. Tired of not being appreciated. Tired of not being loved. 

"Couple days with my girl... Feels like I've won the lottery.", he said to make you smile and stamped a big kiss to your cheek. "Let's go, baby."

Once you hopped on that bike, you knew that there was no going back. Seeking freedom with your soulmate and the familiar sound of a bike's roar.

A/N: living in tough times so had to write it out. hope you enjoyed & let me know if you'd like something more specific xx

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girldad!Dave Mustaine headcanons

Description: Headcanons of girldad!Dave Mustaine

Pairing: Dave Mustaine x reader

warning: Mostly fluff but slight angst .

fic inspired by: Love me - Elvis Presley

.When Dave first found out he was going to be a father he immediately started to panic at the thought of if he was gonna end up like his father and much to your concern he ended up trapping himself in the bathroom to calm down

.Even if he knew it was not gonna happen he still had doubts , but as the months went on and your belly started to swell in size you two eventually found out the sex of the baby was a girl and let me tell you , Dave was over the moon with the fact that the baby would be a girl

.After he found out that he was going to have a baby girl , Dave started to obsess over baby names and had a full list of names he liked

.As the months went on and you eventually gave birth to a healthy baby girl , Dave’s enthusiasm to be a girl dad increased ten fold ,like this man would gladly show guests her and show her off like she was the best thing in the world

.He would love to take Polaroids of her at every moment he can , he even has a Polaroid of her in his wallet that he show to anyone he comes across and loves to brag about her milestones while showing pictures

.LOVES to pretend that she’s playing his guitars and finds it hilarious when you catch him safely propping her up in his lap and pretending that she’s playing the instruments

.Hopes that one day when she’s older she’s interested in learning/playing a instrument or making music but won’t be disappointed or mad if she doesn’t or isn’t interested in learning a instrument or making music

.Dave would without question when reading to her , would put on different voices for the different characters

.Still to this day is very much still scared that he’ll be a bad dad and that he'll end up like his dad , even though he was a fantastic dad and broke the cycle long before he became a dad

.Never says no to dressing up with his daughter or letting her do his makeup, you have even caught him one time with sharpie on his face

[claire-elvisgirl]

DO NOT DISTURB

Summary: A strangely embarrassed Elvis tries to find a moment of relax with you after a concert, but the MM guys have other plans for you two.

Warnings: 18+, f stripping m, sex

Word cunt: 2909

“Take my hand / take my whole life too / for I can’t help falling in love with you…for I can’t help falling in love with you!” the golden curtain came down, hiding him from the public. Another great show was at the end. He got down on his knees to thank all the people, then he stood down for a while to get his breath back. After a while he got up and took a towel, wrapping it around his neck as he started to walk away towards the elevator that lead to his suite. Once he got back in his room, he lay on the bed with his eyes closed. He was waiting, waiting for you, as you promised to spend some time with him after the show. You knocked on the door and got in the room: “Elvis? May I come in?”

He looked up and smiled a little when he saw you. "O-Of course ya can, darlin'! C’mere!" He chuckled and pat the area next to him on the bed. You sat next to him caressing his hair: “You seem upset... is everything alright?” you asked.

He sighed and sat on the bed: "No, I'm not alright, I need ya to come over here and uh…help me out with something…" he seemed very embarrassed.

“Sure, what do you need?” you asked. He smirked looking down and said seductively: "My friend here needs some...stress relief"

You looked down too and noticed immediately the bulge between his legs. His cock was hard as it was about to explode! “Omg...Elvis! What happened?” You covered your mouth and laughed.

"Darlin', please, it’s not funny…I think it’s due to these damn pants. They’re too tight!" he replied nervously.

“Okay...so...what can I do for you?” you asked with still a bit of laughter in your voice.

"Ya know what to do, darlin'…" he answered laying down on the bed.

You got closer to him, but then you stopped: “Honey why don't you take your clothes off first?”

Elvis' eyes widened: "Ya want me to…take’em off?" he smiled nervously and looked at you.

“You don't wanna go to sleep dressed up like that, do you?!” you asked him with a mischievous voice.

"O-Oh no, of course not, darlin'!" he stuttered. He smiled and slowly unbuttoned the first button of his shirt. He looks at you and waited for you to make a move. “What’s up?” he asked.

“I'm just enjoying the show!” you giggled. He laughed and started doing the others buttons on his shirt before one of them got stuck on his necklace: "God damnit this stupid thing..."

“Wait.... don't pull like that... you're gonna break it!” You got up from the bed and tried to help him: “There you go...”

Elvis smiles at you as he took his shirt off and tosses it onto the floor: "Darlin'…what would I do without ya?" he asked, grabbing your face and kissing your cheek.

“You'd probably be lost and get stuck in that shirt every night!” you replied making him laugh. He tried to unbutton his pants too but he got caught on the belt and looked at you. "Uh, darlin'…!?"

You turned back to him and your eyes rolled back as you laughed loudly: “You can't be serious...”

"Darlin', I am serious. I'm the king of rock and roll, yet I can't take off my own goddamn pants…" he was starting to get really nervous. “Damn, I can’t make a thing right, tonight…”

You kneeled down by him and tried to unbuckle the belt: “Okay let me try…God honey, these are not clothes...they're damn traps!”

Elvis laughed and leaned on the bed for support as he watches you struggle. "It's harder than it looks..." he chuckled and then he looked at you. "Darlin'… I gotta ask ya a question: ya don't find this weird, do ya?" he asked blushing.

“You mean the fact that I'm practically trying to undress you??” you asked gritting your teeth trying to take the belt off. He rolled back his eyes to avoid the sight of you working around his crotch: "Ehh, when ya say it like that, it sounds...bad…like…bad bad!" he chuckled and bit his lip while his eyes closed a bit as you kept struggling with the belt.

“I can't lose to a belt, Elvis!!!” You were laughing nervously, then the belt finally comes undone.

"There we go… God, that was glued!” You panted.

Elvis laughed and turned back onto the bed. "Yeah, yeah it was..." he sighed trying to take his shoes off: "Come here, darlin'…I need your help again…"

“Naaaaaah!” you held your head in your hands.

"What do ya mean naaah? I need your help, ya better help me before I die stuck in these stupid shoes!" he answered trying to take his shoes off himself. Then he sighed and put his leg on your lap. "Darlin' come on. Please, I need your help!”

“Ok you stay sit on the bed!” you said as you kneeled down.  You unzipped his left boot: “Maybe they would come off easily if you pull down this first!” then you grabbed his leg up and took off the first boot.

Elvis is cut off when he looked down and saw what you were doing: taking off his boots and not only that, but also pulling up his pant leg to do so. He stuttered: "Darlin' what are ya…Jesus…"

“Honey are you alright?” you asked him.

"Y-Yeah... yeah I'm alright..." Elvis smiled embarassed and laughed softly as he lay down on the bed.

"Darlin' this day has been so long…could ya...do the same for my other boot?” he asked standing still as he watched you do that to him.

"So, don’t ya think this is weird? I mean…a lady is literally undressing me and it just doesn't…feel normal! Are ya sure that you're not being uncomfortable at all? Seeing your…your king like this?" he laughed and looked at you, then he swallowed and smiled nervously as you took off the other boot.

"Darlin'… why are ya doing this for me?" he asked, now more calmly, then he kept talking: "I can do it on my own, ya know?"

“Sure…you have to thank God that I was here…otherwise you would still probably be stuck in that shirt!”

Elvis leaned back on the bed, still smiling but also a little nervously: "Well then darlin' it's uh... pretty weird to ask ya, but…Would ya mind taking my pants off? Just to help me, of course."

“Of course... just to help you...” you smiled. “Come here!”

"Thank ya, darlin'..." he smiled and blushed at you while he turned his head to face you as you stood over him and started to pull off his pants: “And here it goes button... the zip... and now...” You noticed immediately that he wore no underwear. You gasped and then you kept going. Elvis closed his eyes as he heard the zipping and button noises. "Jesus darlin', you're really doing this?"

“Why not?” you teased him.

Elvis chuckled, embarrassed as never before: "Ya know what people would think if they should see ya doing this to me, right!?"

“Well... nobody's here!”. You were about to continue when the door slammed open and three of his friends walked in the room. “E, are ya here? Woaaah, what's goin’ on?" they stepped back when they see you wrapped around his legs, pulling off his pants. Elvis gasped and jumped up looking at the guys as they enter, trying to cover himself.

"Goddamit, ya guys! Do ya ever knock!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Jerry came closer to the bed laughing: "Sorry E, we heard some...weird sounds coming from here…”

Elvis looked at Jerry and smiled nervously: "We, uh, were just…relaxing. That's all, we're just…"

Sonny stopped his talking: "This looks like more than just 'relaxing'…”

"Yeah, a looot more than just 'relaxing' E!" Red said.

Elvis tried to reply, but he was blushing like a baby: "Well yeah! My pants were a little uncomfortable so…y/n  here is helping me with that!"

Joe looked down and laughed. “Uh, E, why don't ya, uh... cover yourself up a bit or something? You know…you're showing…" he pointed down. Elvis looked and turned bright red with embarrassment. "Oh God!" he quickly covered himself back up with the blanket.

Elvis' friends teased him again: "Ooh... someone seems a little excited, uh?"

Sonny looked up and slides a hand through his hair: "Man… you're really lucky, Elvis, I don't think my wife would ever do that f’me!” He laughed again and the others laughed as well. He answered with an angry tone: “Well if you’re through guys, get the fuck out and close that damn door!!!!”

The guys leave the room and Elvis smiled at you, embarrassed as ever. “Do ya still want to do what we were doin’?"

You sat on the bed, still shocked: “I don't know...are you sure they're not gonna tell everyone what they saw?”

He shook his head: "Darlin'...I promise ya they aren't gonna say anything. It was just a weird joke... that's all. We aren't gonna get interrupted…trust me!"

“Okay...” you answered laying down beside him, while he smiled and sighed happily.

"You're gonna take off your shirt?" he asked you mischievously.

“I can do much more if you let me...” you answered looking at him right into his blue eyes.

Elvis raised an eyebrow: "Much more? Darlin' what do ya mean by that?"

You unbuttoned your pants to make him understand what you were about to do. “Aren't you gonna help me like I did with you?”

Elvis turned back to you and smiled softly, starting to blush more.

He rolled on the bed turning himself completely to you: "Darlin' please, just tell me I'm not dreaming!” he chuckled. Then he started to help you with your pants. "Darlin' I need to tell ya something..." he said. “I've been havin’ naughty thoughts about ya..." he continued, looking at you with a bad baby look.

“Oh... really?” you asked, grabbing his cheek. He nodded quickly. "Very naughty thoughts!"

You felt intrigued and pulled him close to you: “Then why don't you tell me?”

"Well darlin', do ya want to know what I was thinking of doin’ to ya?” he whispered in your ear. You looked at him with your mouth wide opened: “EEELVIIIS!!!” you laughed. “Oh my God!”

He rolled his head back on the bed and laughed loudly with you. "I know... I know... ya don't have to tell anyone, darlin'...It's just that…I'm just...I've been thinkin’ about ya doing that to me… and uh...I've been thinkin’ about doing that to ya…and uh…I don't know…I've been thinkin’ about doin’ some…nasty stuff to ya, darlin'..." he stopped his stuttering for a second and he looked down at you: "Is darlin' enjoyin’ my thoughts?"

“Mh-mh!” you nodded and then you whispered something in his ear.

He looked at you: "Wait, ya mean..."

“I mean!” you smiled. “But I think you need a little push!” You said climbing on top of him.

"Darlin' hold up, what are ya doin’!? I was just kiddin’!" he said laughing nervously as you sat on top of him. He turned bright red and he tried to push you off. His eyes went wide and he stayed silent, blushing more and more. "Oh my…darlin' this is all very sudden... how did we get here? I swear we were just relaxin’…"

“How cute you are! You don't like it?” you asked pinching his cheek.

He laughed sweetly: "Darlin' I'm not sayin’ that...I mean, it's just that I never expected ya to get in charge and do such things...that's all. But it’s ok, ya can do whatever you want...I won't stop ya!"

You got close to him and she pulled off his boxers. “Bottom up, c’mon!” you said sliding his boxer off and throwing them on the floor. Elvis turned bright red as he looked down in surprise: "Darlin' c'mon! We really don't have to do this, ya know? I mean we could just stop and do this at another day..."

She puts a finger on his lips, hushing him: “Sshhh…I love you and I want you!”

He looked at you with a loving stare: "Darlin' I love ya too…and I definitely want ya too...I'm just not sure if we should actually go through with all this right now!?"

She looked up at him, caressing his face: “Don't worry... just let it happen. Follow your heart!”

"Ok darlin'...I wanna trust ya, okay?" he answered starting to let his worries go and leaning back, letting you do what you wanted.

You got up for a while and took off your panties: “Are you ready honey?”

He stared at you smiling: "I think I'm ready darlin'…I think I'm ready now!"

You got back on top of him and kissed his lips with passion, while your intimate parts are caressing gently his. He opened his eyes and looked at you in shock, blushing like a tomato.

"Darlin'…I don't know if..." he got cut off by your kiss and he let out a surprised moan as your kissing began. His hand slowly went up your body and onto your chest as you both continue to kiss; he started to moan loudly.

“That’s it…let it out!” you said stroking his hair.

Elvis laughed and moaned at the same time and then he sighed softly as his eyes went wide again: "Darlin' we really don't have to be doin’ this right now…"

His voice got cut off by another kiss, this one much more passionate. He grabbed you by the waist and he started to pull you closer to him as you kissed him hard.

He let out a muffled groan as you kept on kissing. Then after a while, Elvis moved his hand to the top of your head and run his fingers through your hair. Then he kissed you back and pulled you even closer; your bodies touched as they were laying down and Elvis' eyes closed. You moaned into each other's mouths as you kissed.

"Darlin' you're really pushin’ the buttons now…ya know that?" he smiled and moaned into the kiss again as he started to go a little harder. He let out another loud moan as he pulled her closer, going harder with the kisses. You climbed on top of him, moving your body back and forth, till you found his cock right on your entrance. He gasped when he saw this happening, his breathing got heavy and fast. His hands were shaking as he tried to get a hold of himself. “W-what are y-ya doin’?!”

“You ready?” you asked mischievously. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he felt incredibly turned on. “I-I'm ready...”

“Good, baby...'cause I'm gonna make you feel what you never felt before!”

You sat on his cock, going down and down letting him slowly inside of you. He let out a moan as he entered your tight hole. The feeling was incredible, he could barely contain himself: “Yesss...oohh fuuuuckkkk...”

His eyes rolled back into his head as he enjoyed every moment of your lovemaking.

“You feel good?” you asked moving gently over him.

“Ahhh! I've never felt this good before...Oh my god, ya are incredible!” He was shaking uncontrollably, lost in the moment: “I-I can't believe this is happenin’!” He groaned and he closed his eyes.

“And you wanted to wait…uh?!” you teased him, gently caressing his face.

“It's just... it feels too good...” he answered opening his eyes and looking at you, blushing slightly. “Please don't stop!”

You kept moving slowly over him, making sure he feels every little movement. He moaned loudly, his breath getting heavier and faster. “I want more... give me more... please!”

You kept moving up and down, then you took his hands and put them on your breasts: “Play with me daddy...play!”

He started fondling your breasts, moaning louder than ever. You kept moving up and down while he played with your nipples. “Mmmmmm...fuuuuckkkkk”

You paced up: “C'mon then...let it out...you wanted to get rid of your stress...now you can do it!”

You moved faster, taking him deeper each time. He kept playing with your breasts, squeezing them gently. “You're gonna make me lose control...Yes!! Yes!!! Honey I’m cum…Goood!!!”

His voice became shaky from excitement. He squeezed your breasts tightly, trying to milk all the pleasure out of them. “Fuckkkk” he groaned as he came hard, filling you with his hot white cum. His voice cracked from pleasure, then he lay there panting heavily, trying to catch his breath. “Ooohh yesssss...that was amazing, hun!”

It felt incredible. Really intense, but relaxing at the same time. “Thanks again!” He smiled warmly at you with his exhausted voice. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

“Did you expect something like that?” you asked laying down beside him and caressing his chest. “No way...not at all. But I needed some release after everything that happened today!” He chuckled softly and he rubbed your back as he tried to breathe and catch his breath. He looked at you smiling: "I'm just wonderin’ what would happen if the others should see us right now!”

You laughed: "Well, I think you should probably remind them to knock next time before coming in, huh?”

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It’s been a hell of a night.

It was touch and go for a while—Elvis was scared absolutely shitless before the show, the worst stage fright he’s ever had—hell, for a moment there he wasn’t sure he was gonna be able to go on at all, which would’ve been utterly humiliating. But he did it. He conquered.

And lord, it feels good being back.

Once the jitters released into his movements and his songs, his true self emerged on stage, for the first time in a long time. Something within him had been trapped for so damn long and finally he was able to release it. His entire body and soul felt electric. Dialed in. Exactly as it was supposed to be.

And now he’s flying on cloud nine, that post-show glow keeping him alert and enjoying every minute of the adulation and praise he is receiving. He needs this, he’s been missing this, craving this. His fans. His music.

And you.

He can feel those pretty eyes of yours on him—from the moment he graced the stage to right now—locked in from across the bar. He could always feel them, to be honest, but usually he has his wits about him. If it were any other night, he’d have the wherewithal to resist the pull of those big, beautiful eyes, but this isn’t any other night and he’s feeling so riled and high on adrenaline he doesn’t give a shit about the consequences.

It's more than just want. He needs you.

As the evening lulls the slightest bit, he catches your openly sensuous stare from across the room. Of course, the second you know you’ve been caught, you look away, hiding the heat of your flushed cheeks behind annoyance and a half-empty cocktail, but he can’t deny the electric thrill that runs down his spine in response. You haven’t looked at him like that in a very, very long time. It sets something off in him that has been pushed back for so long that the realization of it in this particular moment feels overwhelming and all-consuming.

That’s when he knows he’s going to do something he shouldn’t do...

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[just-me-st1ll0]

Hello, before you read this, a little writers note: this poem is based off of song lyrics. The songs will be listed beside the lyric. This was just an experiment and it was super fun to write!

Chasing shadows. An original poem.

Sometimes, I wanna run, but no matter where I run, I just run into everyone. (Not OK - Robert Grace)

It’s like no matter how far I go,

I can’t escape the things that follow me.

Most days, I don’t recognize me. (She Used to Be Mine - Sara Bareilles)

I look in the mirror,

and wonder who’s staring back.

The person I once knew feels like a stranger now.

God stood me up. (Lights Are On - Tom Rosenthal)

Left me in the dark,

waiting for a sign, but it never came.

And you make me feel like a fool. (Fool - Frankie Cosmos)

Every time I think I’ve figured it out,

you pull me back into the mess.

We bleed in perfect harmony. (Barbie & Ken - SceneQueen)

Isn’t it strange?

How we can be so broken,

but still move in sync,

like it was meant to be this way.

Called to the devil, and the devil did come. (It’s Called Free Fall - Rainbow Kitten Surprise)

He asked me if I liked drums, cigarettes, dominoes, rum— but all he said was, "Sundown, Sundays, Christmas."

And I realized,

we’re all chasing empty promises.

Scratch, kick, let gravity win, fuck this, let gravity win. (It’s Called Free Fall - Rainbow Kitten Surprise)

Maybe I’m just tired of fighting—

maybe the fall’s inevitable.

Can I sit down? I’ve been hustling all day. (It’s Called Free Fall - Rainbow Kitten Surprise)

I’m caught in this constant race,

chasing something I can’t even name.

Getting drunk on the past we were living in. (Paris - The Chainsmokers)

Like it was better back then,

but I can’t shake the feeling that it’s all slipping away.

You gotta keep your head up, but not too high, ’cause you’ll lose sight of what you’ve got. (Yours, Mine, Hours - McCafferty)

It’s a constant balancing act—

trying to keep it all together,

while it’s falling apart.

Don’t kill me, just help me run away from everyone. (Freaks - Surf Curse)

I’m tired of pretending I’m okay,

of smiling when everything feels off.

My head is filled with parasites. (Freaks - Surf Curse)

Thoughts that gnaw at me,

telling me I’m never enough.

Why can’t everyone just go away? Except you, only you can stay. (Treehouse - Alex G)

You’re the one thing I can hold onto,

in this chaotic world.

Tell you what lurks deep inside, deep inside my battered mind. (Mrs. Magic - Strawberry Guy)

The darkness is familiar,

but it doesn’t feel like home.

I keep chasing things that aren’t real.

You have haunted my desire. (Pepsi Coke Suicide - Elvis Depressedly)

I’ve let you take up space in my head,

and I can’t get rid of you.

I am forgetting to be someone. (Pepsi Coke Suicide - Elvis Depressedly)

I don’t know who I am anymore,

just a ghost of the person I used to be.

I’ve spent way too much time thinking about, dreaming about, life. (Everything is Temporary - Cavetown)

But maybe it’s time to stop.

Maybe the point was never to figure it out—

maybe it was just to listen.

Open the portal to new dimensions, and I’m still one phone call away. (Grim Reaper - Lil God Dan)

Always just on the edge,

but never quite there.

I’m close,

but not close enough.

Watch me, take a good thing and fuck it all up in one night. (I Think I’m OK - Youngblood)

It’s like I’m always self-sabotaging—

knowing it’s wrong,

but doing it anyway.

No sleep, up all week, wasting time on people I don’t like. (I Think I’m OK - Youngblood)

I’m trapped in this cycle,

but I don’t know how to break it.

And he said, “I can see it in your eyes, you’ve been hurt a couple times.” (Six Pills - Rosendale)

And I can’t deny it—

the pain, the scars,

they’re all right there.

So if you don’t know by now, then you should probably get familiar. (Lady Killers - G-Eazy)

We’re all stumbling through this mess,

just trying to survive.

Let’s pack our stuff now, and run away. We can be all we want in this small town. (Miserable Man - David Kushner)

Let’s leave it all behind,

and start fresh somewhere we can be free.

I say, "Fuck the past," wanna be on the lost highway in my dreams. (Highway Hex - Ghost Mountain, Semetary)

Maybe the road is the only place that’s real—

no rules, no limits.

Forgive my vices, mother, but I will not change for thee. (Kamakrazee - Semetary)

I know I’m not who you wanted,

but this is who I’ve become—

and maybe, for once,

I’m okay with that.