#Perk//60s

[tearyeye-private-i]

Carl Perkins! At Colston Hall, in Bristol, England, May 28th, 1964.

( 12 Days of Christmas 💙 4/12 )

While I adore Carl, he could be a real scumbag. I’m not talkin’ while drunk, I mean sober too. He’d say insensitive things, like when he was struggling to put food on the table, his son needed goats’ milk ‘cause he was allergic to cows milk, and his wife was pregnant, he said, “and Valda got herself pregnant, again.” He was friends with John, Roy, and Jerry Lee, so scum sticks together.

The other side of his scumbaggery, was this weird entitlement. In his book, he talked about drunk driving, and how he never got caught and was proud to never run into the shrubs outside his house.

Here's a story of what I mean:

“So much happened between '63 and '64. First, he almost lost his fingers and bled to death from a steel fan. Then he got to perform in England, again. Between that, on his 34th birthday, he went rabbit hunting with his friends, Jimmy and Pete. He was happy to be sober and alive, and promised Valda he wouldn’t drink, but when offered, he accepted. When returning home late and she worried, he couldn’t tell if she knew since she didn't say anything, so he kept up the lie until she went to bed, and he'd left for a show in Cleveland, Ohio. It was 11:30 am. Under the car seat the bottle from the hunting trip, he drank what remained before getting to the club Pete worked at. He was already "flying high," as he said. While Pete was busy counting the night's earnings, he told Carl to take a seat, then two cops walked in. Carl said one of them was "a rookie, I could smell trouble as he glared down at me." “Don’t you know this place is closed for business?” “Sure, I know it’s closed, but I am not here to party. I was just waiting for Pete to lock up so we could be on our way.” “The best thing you can do, mister, is to get on home. You’ve been drinking, and it’s after midnight.” My temper began to burn. Who was he to order me to get out? I was about to tell him exactly what I was thinking, when Pete, suspecting what was about to happen, rushed over to the table. “Officers, I need to lock the doors. We have a show date to drive to, okay?” “Okay, Pete. Just make sure this drunk doesn’t drive.” That did it! I wanted to knock his head off. Who was he to label me a drunk? I wasn’t drunk. That badge was no protection for his smart-aleck tongue. Pete hastened them out the door. We picked Jim up and headed for Cleveland, and Jim wanted to drive first. Soon a siren sounded, and Jim pulled over. Two policemen came to the car. “Officer, was I speeding?” Jim asked sheepishly. “Yes, buddy, you were!” “We’re on our way to Cleveland. There’s no traffic. Guess I pushed the accelerator a little too hard.” “Okay, we’ll let it pass this time. Just take it a bit slower.” He was turning away when his partner spotted me. “Hold it! Just a minute! What are you still doing out?” he asked me. “He told you. We’re on our way to Cleveland. I have to perform there tomorrow,” I answered. “Okay, fellas, out of the car,” the policeman ordered. They searched the car and found my half-empty bottle under the seat and my hunting rifle in the trunk. “Whose car is this?” the officer asked. “Mine,” I said. “Okay, Mr. Perkins, you were carrying a concealed weapon.” “I forgot to take the gun from the trunk after a hunting trip today.” “Tell that to the sergeant.” Bang! The cell door closed. All night I sat, thinking. How could I have gotten to this point—to be caged up like an animal? Instead of admitting that alcohol had caused me to break the law by carrying an opened bottle and being careless with a weapon. I tried to blame it all on the cop, society, and even God.''” - Paraphrased and excerpts from "Disciple in Blue Suede Shoes," by Carl Perkins and Ron Rendleman, pg 91 - 95.

It could be the cop had known who Carl was but did everything on purpose. It could've been like when John got arrested and the cop told him he upset his wife by getting arrested because she was a fan of his. Who knows. The point is, it was scummy that Carl expected to get away with things 'cause he was Carl Perkins. That weird, entitlement.

Though, while Carl, could be a scumbag, he was self-aware. Which kinda make everything he ever did worse, but once he calmed down, he realized it wasn't the cop, God, or anyone else's fault. Just his own, and again, he tried to get better. Even if worse things were to come.

[cowboyangell]

Marilyn Monroe

[sesamenom]

baylan skoll (from ahsoka) over time, inspired by the realization that he's the same age as baby yoda

(+ designs for his first padawan + commander)

[henrysglock]

can't believe i'll be 24 in 26 days. wild to me.

[leopardom]

trying to make a potential plan for the gigs you wanna attend in summer is all fun and games until you check how much it’s gonna cost and you have no money for that :’)

[thegeminisage]

struggling with the horrific realization that caffeine truly does help me focus and i. have quit caffeine. i almost entirely eliminated it from this house for being bad for my heart and my sleep. BUT IT'S GOOD FOR MY BRAIN? HOW IS THAT FAIR???

[l393ndjean]

I finally bought a skateboard of my own so I can stop stealing my sister's. I feel like Max Mayfield and El Hopper's child.

[yuribalisms]

Fun thing about being the edgy emo “witch” in high school is sometimes I still get messages from ppl I went to high school with that are like “DO YOU STILL READ TAROT” which usually means they did a reading themselves and it said their partner is cheating on them or they are having relationship issues and want me to tell them in their partner is cheating on them via tarot cards

Their partner is never actually cheating on them

[horsyunicorn]

what she says: I'm fine

what she means: I miss season of arrivals

[yellopoppet]

can kpop groups please stop pricing their tickets starting at $100

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

hello!!! I am so forever grateful to you for your list of whump recs, I have devoured everything on it! I think I remember there was a part 2 but either my memory or tumblr's search function has failed me (either is v possible) 😭 is there a part 2?? If so would you be willing to reshare??

Hi!! Apologies for accidentally gaslighting you. I am still working on a second part, but it is almost done. This one will have a bunch of fics shorter than 10K words.

I'm so glad you liked the first one!

[wingedwoif94]

Dead by Daylight: Werewolf Killer Concept

POWERS:

Ability 1: Maul

Description: The Beast can grab hold of survivors with its clamping jaws and thrash them around.

Activation: The Beast can use Maul on a survivor within melee range.

Effect: When grabbed, the survivor must complete a difficult skill check.

Successful Skill Check: The survivor is thrown a short distance (5 meters) and inflicted with the "Mangled" status effect for 60 seconds, reducing their healing speed by 20%.

Failed Skill Check: The survivor is downed.

Cooldown: After using Maul, there is a 30-second cooldown before it can be used again.

Counterplay: Survivors can attempt to stun the Beast with pallets or flashlights during the grabbing animation to break free.

Ability 2: Deafening Howl

Description: The Beast lets out a terrifying howl, deafening survivors within a 15-meter radius.

Activation: The Beast can use Deafening Howl by pressing the active ability button.

Effect: All survivors within a 15-meter radius are deafened for 15 seconds, silencing all audio cues and the Beast's terror radius.

Additional Effect: Survivors affected by Deafening Howl experience a 10% reduction in movement speed for 5 seconds.

Cooldown: Deafening Howl has a cooldown of 45 seconds.

Counterplay: Survivors can quickly move out of the 15-meter radius upon seeing the Beast preparing to howl, reducing the number of affected players.

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PERKS: Hex: Delirium:

Effect: Each survivor has their own personal hex totem. While the totem remains active, the survivor’s movement controls are reversed for 10 seconds every 60 seconds. Survivors must cleanse their own totems to remove the effect.

Scourge Hook: Eviscerate:

Effect: At the start of the trial, 4 random hooks are changed into Scourge Hooks. When a survivor is hooked on a Scourge Hook: The killer's basic attack cooldown is reduced by 50% for the time the survivor is hooked. Additionally, the killer gains a 3% increase in movement speed for 20/25/30 seconds.

Ambush Predator:

Effect: For 45 seconds at the start of the trial, and 45 seconds after the last generator is completed, all survivor audio cues are silenced and the killer's terror radius is undetectable. Additional Effect: During these periods, survivors also experience a 10% reduction in vaulting speed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Bio: ???

[yundeob]

A NIGHT IN HOLLYWOOD ☆ | ATEEZ SERIES

— featuring ot8!ateez in iconic HOLLYWOOD romance and rom-com movies

— TICKET BOOTH IS CLOSED! 🎟️ : the movies are about to start! all fics will have MATURE CONTENT! MDNI!

sit back, relax, grab your popcorn and tissues, and enjoy the silver screen . . .

THE PARENT TRAP ☆ | KHJ

TROPE: exes to lovers! divorced!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

AS DIVORCED PARENTS to two twin daughters, you and hongjoong have your fair share of work cut out. Driving to piano lessons, cheering at hockey games, drop offs at each other’s houses, it can all be a little much. But could a relaxing summer retreat as a whole family possibly rekindle past emotions you’ve swept under the rug? . . .

— IN THEATRES

DIRTY DANCING ☆ | PSH

TROPE: bad boy!seonghwa, enemies to lovers!au , 60s!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, angst, crack

THAT WAS THE SUMMER before JFK got shot, before the beatles came, and when you were working part time at your aunts summer resort. That was also the summer you met resident heart breaker and cocky entertainment crew member, Park Seonghwa. Remind yourself why you’re suddenly dance partners with him again? . . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

PRETTY WOMAN ☆ | JYH

TROPE: dilf!yunho x formerstripper!reader, strangers to lovers!au, contract lovers!au,

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst

LIVING IN BEVERLY HILLS comes with its perks. But for two different people such as yourself and multimillionaire business tycoon, Jeong Yunho, both of you can’t seem to find what you’re looking for in the so called ‘Land of Dreams’. So the proposal is simple really… let him spoil you with money, jewelry and clothes while in return, you stay by his side. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

MR AND MRS KANG ☆ | KYS

TROPE: marriage!au, established relationship, spy!au, assasin!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST, crack

WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT picture perfect suburban neighbourhood couple, Mr. and Mrs. Kang would be at each others necks trying to kill each other first. You’ve both come this far in your marriage while hiding your secret identities, but it looks like only one person can remain standing. I guess you both did promise “in sickness and in health”. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

ROMAN HOLIDAY ☆ | CS

TROPE: royalty!au, princess!reader x reporter!san, strangers to lovers!

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst

AS CROWN PRINCESS, you’re on a tightly scheduled tour of European capital cities. But after an especially rough day in Rome, you sneak out of the embassy to explore the so called Eternal City, running into no other than celebrity news reporter, Choi San, looking out for his next big royal scandal. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU ☆ | SMG

TROPE: college!au, stoner!mingi, enemies to lovers!au, fakedating(?)au, y2k aesthetic

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

YOUR YOUNGER BROTHER Wooyoung is desperate in getting you, his older sister in college, to date so that he can finally date in highschool. The options for potential candidates are scarce, considering men flock away like birds the second you’re near. Good thing campus stoner and weirdo, Song Mingi is the same as well. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS ☆ | JWY

TROPE: fashioncolumnist!reader x advertiser!wooyoung, y2k aesthetic, fake dating(?)au, enemies to lovers!au, mutual pining

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

LISTEN, IF IT MEANS getting a promotion at your editorial company as a news journalist instead of pop culture and lifestyle columnist, you’d do anything. And that includes pretending to be the most annoying and clingiest girlfriend to some guy for 10 whole days. But just so you know, Wooyoung likes clingy. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

ROMEO & JULIET ☆ | CJH

TROPE: unrequited love, star crossed lovers!au, mutual pining, secret romance (shakespeare be rolling in his grave rn)

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST

FOR CENTURIES, a plague of hatred and hostility has been present in the relations between the House of Choi and your own. You know you can’t be together, but yet why do you keep catching that dark haired boy staring at you so longingly? And why do you want him just as bad?. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

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[fushitoru]

the importance of skincare a gojo satoru fic

PAIRING: gojo x reader SUMMARY: worried about your boyfriend's skin health, you're set out on a mission to teach him about skincare, sitting him down and rubbing products over his face while seated on his lap. only, he convinces you that he has something to teach as well about facials. just not the kind you expected. WARNINGS: NOT EDITED, oral (m!rec), gojo cums all over reader's face, nsfw, FLUFF (a lot of it), established relationship, gojo is a nuisance, gn!reader, i have writer's block and this helped, silly little thought based off this drabble

“Applying sunscreen on my boyfriend because otherwise, this is what we’ll look like when we’re 60.”

You gasped out loud, despite being alone. Rolling around on the couch you were lazing in, you stared at the paused screen in front of you: a woman and her boyfriend, except she’s finely aged with a few wrinkles, and he looks like an extremely wrinkled potato. Suddenly, your mind flashes back to all the moments your boyfriend, Satoru, would scroll on his phone while you finished your nighttime skin care routine.

“Baby, you really should start doing some skincare.” You give him a sideways glance while rubbing snail mucin all over your face.

Satoru looks up from whatever nonsensical reel on his page half heartedly and observes you as you pat your hands all over your face and neck. “I wash my face.”

“Using your 13-in-1 wash?”

“I don’t use 13-in-1 wash.” Satoru fully looks up, frowning. Sassily, he adds, “And what you’re rubbing all over your face looks like cum.”

That’s as much prodding you’ve done to convince your boyfriend to adopt better facial hygiene, but today was different. You were not about to let your pretty boyfriend get skin cancer or age like milk.

The door opened, as Satoru stepped into your apartment. “Hi, baby!” You perked up from washing your dishes, your form barely able to peek over the kitchen counters over to him, at your doorstep. He can hear pitter patters of your feet as you make your way to him. Then your warmth envelops him, smelling of dish soap and rose. He gives a little mwah! to the top of your head while murmuring, “I bought crepes for you today. Extra Nutella and everything.”

But rather than excitedly reaching for the crepes, you stayed in his hold, hugging onto him tight and stuffing your face in his shirt, breathing in deeply as if to memorize his scent. Satoru confusedly looks down at you, hesitantly coming up to rub your scalp to give you head scratches with his free hand. “Are you okay?” 

“Satoru, we have to talk,” you mumble into his chest. 

Alarmed, Satoru looks down at you. “Oh my god,” Satoru nervously exclaims, “at least let me put down our crepes before you give me a heart attack.” Your only response is to nuzzle your face further into his chest, while he grabs your hand, unwraps you from him, and leads you to your couch. He puts the crepes down on the dinner table and grabs both of your hands, pouting and frowning slightly in that sweet, ignorant way of his. “What happened? Did I do something wrong?”

You glanced up at him, staring in distress. “Babe, you need to do your skincare.”

“This is what you wanted to talk about?” Satoru looks at you confused. “I thought it was something serious.” You almost want to sob at the way he looks like a confused kitten. You don’t understand why you’re so hung up over that one TikTok—although, your menstrual cycle app did say menstruation was near—but it definitely changed your outlook on your boyfriend’s skin health. 

“This is serious.” You were visibly growing more and more listless until you suddenly make the decision to stand up and make your way somewhere towards the bathroom. 

When you came back, you had your hefty Chanel purse, one that Satoru gifted you for your 2nd year anniversary. You set it down in the space between you and Satoru with a plop! as you began to rummage through the contents to find your essential skincare items. Dragging him to the bathroom, you command him to wash his face. And, to his credit, he does go through all the motions, albeit a little confused. 

A few minutes later, you sit him down on the couch—with your skincare items in hand—and take your seat on his lap. Satoru’s still a little confused as to what’s going on, but—to his credit—you aren’t doing much explanation, either. 

“Baby, I’m really confused,” Satoru is now putting his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to his torso as you lather different creams on your hands. Any further questions from him are stopped as you gently rub them all over his face, targeting his T-zone and cheeks. 

“I saw a TikTok of this girl ‘nd her boyfriend, ‘Toru,” you explain, lathering his face. “He doesn’t do his sunscreen, so he’s going to look like an overboiled tomato when he’s 60. Didn’t want the same for you.” 

 You continue to reach for another bottle, until you realize it’s set too far down the table for you to reach. Naturally, Satoru reaches it for you and puts it in your hands, frowning. “You made me so worried. I thought I did something wrong.”

“You are doing something wrong. You’re doing your pretty skin wrong.” You were scowling, but your hands were sweetly patting Satoru’s face in a way that made him relax. After a long day of dealing with Yaga, he appreciated your soothing hands massaging the tension out of his face. It was never easy dealing with dissaproving old fucks. 

Deciding to adjust his posiiton, Satoru crossed his arms behind his head, laying back onto the couch instead of sitting. Closing his eyes, he felt you straddling him in an effort to reach across his torso to his face to continue your pampering. You both fell into a comfortable silence as you droned on about what you were putting onto his face. A serum that smelled good. “This is hyaluronic acid serum. This’ll keep your face nice and hydrated.” A cream that felt cold on Satoru’s skin. “This is niacinamide, because I know you picked on your acne and boogers when you were going through puberty.” He wanted to protest, but it was so hard to when you pair the insult with a small smooch on his nose. Something that smelled harsher than the others. “This is retinol, and it’ll help you prevent wrinkles.”

In the midst of your teaching, he cracked open an eye and grabbed both of your hands by the wrist, seemingly in thought. “Wait, babe. You’re missing something.” You blinked. “What?” 

“Well, there’s this thing called facials." The beginnings of a smug smile bloomed across his face. It’s really good for your skin, ‘nd I have just the thing with me."

“‘Toru, you are so stupid,” you whined, licking up and down his cock and balls, giving little kisses to his pink and throbbing length.

“Shhh, baby, this is good fo’ you, I promise.” Sounds of plap! plap! echoed throughout the room as your boyfriend slapped his cock against your cheeks. He groaned, taking in the arousing sight of you: on your knees, only wearing his shirt. His cock hardens at the thought of you, his pretty little girlfriend, spending all day in his clothing. He could see your cute little baby blue panties covering your ass as his shorts rode up in your attempts to take his cock deeper in your mouth. As you continued to slobber on his cock, deepthroating him, he could continually smell your arousal, moaning as he realized you must be ruining your underwear.

“Awww, I can smell you, sweetheart. Your little pussy getting wet from just sucking my cock? I’m not even touching you,” Satoru pouted in faux pity and cooed, patting your head while he continually fed you his cock. 

You tried to protest. “Mmmff—” 

“Shhhh,” Satoru had a cocky smile on his face as he shushed you. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, baby.” With that, he lightly grabbed your hair, looking down at you for permission. When you nodded, he began face fucking you in earnest, cock throbbing as your hot, wet mouth enclosed around him. Your tongue laving over his sensitive spots made him groan. “Your mouth feel sooo good. What a good girl, taking my cock, slobbering all over it—fuck.”

He felt himself coming closer. “Baby,” he groaned, “you’re about to make me cum. Gotta give you your facial, right? Make you all nice and pretty?” You whined, tears running down your cheeks because of your stuffed mouth. It sent vibrations up and down his cock, making him come even closer. “Fuuuuck. Fuck, I’m coming.” Satoru pulled out of your mouth, pumping his cock onto your face, your tongue stretched and your eyes directly on his. Rubbing your tongue softly on his tip was what made him reach his climax; he moaned as he splurted long and think ropes of cum, coating your cheeks, forehead, and tongue. It was all so messy. Even after being done, Satoru was continually rubbing his cum into your skin with his cock. 

“Wheeew.” Satoru giggled, reaching down to put you on his lap. “Looks like you got your skincare.”

“Satoru, please give me a tissue. Right now. Your cum is dripping all over my face.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” he whined. To your annoyance, he only further rubbed in the creamy substance over your face, using his palms and fingers to spread it. 

Disgusted, you knew what to say. “You’re never getting head from me ever again.”

Satoru had never scrambled to the bathroom faster.

a/n lol he's so stupid. this is the only thing i could force my brain to write but now i'm locked in and finishing all my drafts fr