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Listen, there's nothing better than a big, cold belt buckle pressing against skin. Yum.

lemon drops and bar talks

summary: she meets Hank Thompson in a bar, and after too many lemon drops, the lines begin to blur. pairing: hank thompson x black oc warnings: allusions to sexual activity. (legal) alcohol consumption. an: I won't say I'm back. more so a, "here you go for now."

She wasn’t one to go out often. She preferred the comfort of her four walls, decorated with Black icons, scratched records, and family photos. She felt more comfortable in the silk pajamas she bought from an outlet store than in a nice outfit and heels. Naturally, she wasn’t one to go out often, but for once, she tried it. 

There was a bar just outside the city. It was tucked away behind large corporate buildings, the perfect hideaway for executives and their colleagues to sneak off to during their lunch breaks before returning to the office. 

It was on the corner and could easily go unnoticed during the day. But at night, the lights were bright, the music thundered, and the atmosphere was vibrant. It was easy for her to go unnoticed amid the livelihood of the bar on a Friday night. So she thought. 

She sat at the far end of the bar, nursing a lemon drop and nibbling on stale peanuts. Her eyes scanned the room; two girls in the corner singing the lyrics to an old Queen song, a young man knocking back shots like they were water, and the individual she dismissed when she walked in now serenading another woman. Bar culture. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out.

“Folks are gonna think you’re a creep if you keep starin’.” She jumped. Her drink splashed over the rim of the cup. She cursed lowly. Her eyes cut toward the man like a blade, silently cursing him for catching her off guard. 

“It’s a good thing I don’t care what folks think,” she replied curtly, bringing the class to her lips. She took a hefty sip, her eyes following the liquid in the dingy martini glass. “Just people watching, is all.”

The man hummed and nodded once. He took a white rag out of his back pocket and tossed it on the table. His hands, strong, rested against the hardwood. Her eyes followed the prominent veins that traveled from his hands to his forearms. 

“Am I the people you’re watchin’?” His sly comment pulled her out of her state of hypnosis by this fine man ahead of her. He wasn’t her type. She was into the men that fit the “tall, dark, and handsome” category, and this man was quite the opposite, but in the most beautiful way. 

His eyes were much brighter than what she was used to. An oceanic blue with waves of an unnamed emotion. He had thick eyebrows that truly sculpted his face. His nose, strong and crinkled as he tried to read what was going through her mind. His lips were so pink and so full. She wondered if he was a sweet kisser or if he enjoyed having his lips bitten and sucked on. Maybe. By the way it was tucked between his teeth, she inferred that he did. Beneath his cap peeked sandy blonde hair, slightly damp.

The heat from the bar seemed to set in. It showed from how his golden skin glistened beneath the dim lights. She inhaled deeply. This man was gorgeous. Devilishly handsome. Had he stolen beauty from Apollo, or was he simply blessed by the gods?

Her eyes lowered just slightly as she finished her drink. With a nonchalant shrug and she replied huskily, “Something like that.”

He nodded and mimicked her words, “Sum’n like that…interesting. What’s your name, darlin’?” 

“Sadine,” she replied. She pushed the martini glass forward. He pushed it to the side. He leaned forward, and unbeknownst to her, she found herself doing the same. He inhaled the scent of lemon and vodka that passed her lips, and she gulped down the remnants of beer and cigarette smoke that seeped from his. 

“Sadine.” He said her name like it was an unfamiliar food. Tasting for its sweetness but being met with savor. “Sadine.” 

She laughed awkwardly, too ashamed to admit that her stomach twisted and her knees knocked against the wooden bar as she tried to press her thighs together. “Alright, now, don’t wear it out.” 

He said nothing. Just studied her like a foreign subject. His lip, that pretty full bottom lip, was captured by his teeth once more. He cocked his head a few degrees to the left, his eyes scanning her. Pretty, he noted. Slick at the mouth—he liked it. And she could guzzle down liquor like a sailor, though she tried to keep it cute. Even better. 

Each move she made was scrutinized by his eyes. From the quiver of her chest when she struggled to inhale smoothly to her manicured nails (save for the pinky that had chipped at the corner) that mimicked Morse Code on the ragged bar top. 

“You wan’ another?” The uncomfortably handsome stranger asked, nodding toward her martini glass that was turned on its head. “Unless you wanna end your night early.” 

If that happened, she’d have no way to poke and pride at the bartender who made it obvious he was trying to imagine her outside the bar. Maybe in broad daylight while the sun shines on her face. Or, in the evening, when the day was peeled off and the moon transformed her into the vixen he knew she was behind the polished and curated appearance she’d mastered. 

Sadine shook her head with pursed lips. “I don’t come out often, so I may as well make the most of the times I do. I’ll take another.” 

One more turned into two. Which bled into three, four, and a fit of uncontrollable giggles, wandering eyes, and comments she’d never let slip past her lips if she were sober. Yet here she was, arms folded over her chest, eyes low, and mind wandering as her inhibitions slipped with each passing moment.

Self-control was no longer her friend. But impulse and desire were her portion. Overflowing in abundance. It propelled her until she was pressed against a nearby wall on her way to the bathroom, a gasp falling from her lips like gravity. 

“You’re a tease.” The words were nothing but unintelligible whispers that blended into the background conversation of tipsy patrons and rock music played by musicians who had too much to drink before taking the stage. “With those eyes…” 

She looked up. He groaned. Eyelids fluttered and lips parted. She could see it in his expression. He’d abandoned his post to find her and was in the ring fighting the same losing battle she was. The match was a battle between practicality and desire, with neither one gaining an edge. She knew better. So did he. But knowing better didn’t stop her from welcoming his mouth against hers in the back of the dingy bar on a Thursday night. 

She moaned softly, his name on her lips like a gentle prayer. It was the gasoline that fueled his internal fire. 

Is this what it felt like, she wondered. To be desired. Even in a moment fueled by lust and physical attraction. To release herself from the shackles of discipline, self-control, and doing what was right. But that was subjective. What was correct today could be wrong tomorrow. And she, in this moment, knew the palming of her flesh beneath her skirt, and the way she could easily be exposed to a wandering stranger, was what she wanted and needed in the moment. 

To be taken with no regrets. 

He ravished her without a care. His heavy hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing as he claimed her lips as hers, as if they’d been lovers since the beginning of time. His free hand trailed along her thigh, clenching it and hiking it to wrap around his hip. 

His belt buckle, thick and cool, caressed her inner leg, and she whimpered, pushing his hat off until she could freely comb her fingers through his damp locks. Freshly filed nails scraped at his scalp, pulling an animalistic growl from his chest. She fed on it like a woman starving. 

“One night,” he mumbled against her lips. “Let me take you home…” 

She should’ve been logical. Should’ve declined his advances. She should’ve been wise to pull her skirt down, call a cab, and go to bed before she made a decision she’d regret in the morning. What was the fun in that? 

Her ears perked at his breathy request. She nibbled on his bottom lip, sucked it gently, before pulling away with an audible pop. Her feline eyes, filled with desire, spoke more than her mouth could. She pulled away momentarily and dug in her shoulder bag. 

She pulled out an old receipt from a beauty store and a busted pen she took from the waiter at a diner and scribbled her phone number on the back. She folded it in half and slid her hand down the front of his body until it stopped at his pocket. Nimble fingers tucked the thin paper in the pocket (not without grazing over the tent in his pants) with ease. 

“Call me and we’ll go from there, yeah?” 

She took his lips captive once more before retrieving the control she had given away. Now on her two feet, she pulled away and began walking toward the door, the sway of her hips hypnotic in that little dress. “See you later.” He groaned inwardly. 

Let the countdown begin. 

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It's so wild that the current administration tore up the beautiful garden and replaced it with concrete.

April 22, 1965 — Bobby, Ethel, Lady Bird and Jackie’s mother, Janet Auchincloss at a ceremony at the White House Rose Garden.

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Elvis at this press conference doing anything but sitting

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At least once a week, you should learn something new; Either art related, cooking or craftmenship.

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A Teeny Tiny Tale, 1969

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Events In The History And Of The Life Of Elvis Presley Today On The 6th Of August In 1969 .

Elvis Presley always took time out of is busy shows and concert schedule to meet is loyal and dedicated us Elvis Presley fans here he is in this rare candid photo meeting and having this candid photo here withElvis Presley Fan and The President of the New York Elvis Presley Fan Club Jim East backstage here at the International hotel in Vegas before he performs the Dinner Show and Concert here On The 6th Of August In 1969.

True Fact;

Quote Elvis Presley’s Own Words “They have come here to be entertained and paid money I really appreciate them all my fans coming to see my all shows and concerts”( year unknown)

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This is one of the songs he recorded at the American Sound studio that very same year, performed live. It was brand new!

I swear I can't stand how these 1969 concerts are flawless. I love the songs he performed, I love the way he sings. I don't have the right words to explain. It's just outrageously awesome!

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"Sylvia" was such a surprise hit for me. It kind of snuck out of nowhere at 3 am one night when I was in my feelings about Elvis.

Elvis performing "Sylvia" and me with adoring eyes watching him. Not a word is needed from me. The adoration and gratitude is all over my body language.

That's my dream.

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I know!! I started this too late last night and was too tired to continue to enjoy it. I'll just HAVE to start it again today :D

i don't know if any of you freak out over this song as hard as me... maybe? let me know!... but when this song plays on my earphones I KNOW I AM A HAPPY WOMAN!

The scene from "Change Of Habit" is absolutely one of my favorite song performances from all of his movies, probably the favorite one. I love all about it. I love the context of the scene, I love the Blossoms backing vocals so much, but specially I adore the joy on Elvis' face while he sings this joyful gospel tune.. Ugh! His voice on this song absolutely makes me wanna scream how happy I am!

GUESS WHO'S GONNA WATCH "CHANGE OF HABIT" RIGHT NOW!

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Let's praise the ending scene of "Change Of Habit" (1969)

They didn't have any spoken words. Camera game, Elvis singing and Mary Tyler Moore's acting as Sister Michelle... and that all it took. All of us can know exactly what a nun would be feeling like if she was an Elvis fan.

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Same. You can't help smiling back at him.

that smile has the power to dismantle me and make me whole again.

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Diahann Carroll, a fabulous Cancerian woman I adore.

circa 1960s.

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Gonna Git That Man - Connie Francis

1962 “Gonna Git That Man” is all swagger and sass.

I adore this fierce and determined number, driven by Connie's commanding vocals and sharp, confident delivery.

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August 6, 1956:

Elvis performed at the Polk Theater in Lakeland, Florida, at 3:30, 7, and 9 pm.

The other acts were: Frank Connors, Phil Maraquin, Nancy Ford, The Jordanaires, and The Headliners.

From the review: “The singing did not seem to be what the teen-agers particularly were interested in, for every time the sultry sideburned singer would bump his hip, the frenzy would mount. Often he would just shimmy without singing, without playing the guitar. Several times he clutched the curtain as he shook and once got down on his hands and knees, his long hair tossed in his face, and did his bumps toward the audience from that position.”

Photos: Elvis in Lakeland, Florida; August 6, 1956.

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Kim Min-hee & Kim Tae-ri on the set of The Handmaiden (2016) dir. Park Chan-wook