#ween army

[squidswithsocks]

yo i don't remember this diss-pair album getting released wtf

happy 20th anniversary to one of my favorite albums (and pieces of art) of all time, quebec by ween

[thatbanditqueen]

Aphrodite's Curse

The last of this year's Elvis-o-ween one shots.....

A hastily written spooky smutfest that may be my worst writing yet?

Summary: Loosely based on Elvis' affair with Elisabeth Stefaniak, this one shot finds our boy during his Army service living in Bad Neuheim and playing the field, much to the chagrin of his shy, live-in secretary and girlfriend Bettina.

Warnings: MINORS DNI Sex stuff, infidelity, angsty angst, lots of typos and probably nonsensical sentences.

WC: 6.2 K

Thursday, September 9th, 1959

Goethestraße 14, Bad Nauheim, West Germany

Approximate 10:45 p.m.

Bettina watched from across the room as Elvis whispered a joke to the Australian girl sitting beside him on the piano bench. What was her name, Julie? Cynthia? Her shriek was so loud and jarring it made Bettina bite her lip, and she winced at the coppery taste on her tongue, mad at herself for being so jumpy. Elvis hit a minor key and lost his place in the song, which made him turn and yell at Charlie.

“Watch ya chords now, watch it Foggy Bottom Boy. Made me loose my place. Some times I think ya head got water logged crossin’ over.”

Elvis sighed, then went back to tinkering around on the keys, settling on singing the ballad “I’ll Take You Home Again Kathleen” directly to Julia, whose giggles now filled the room. There were a handful of people over tonight, in addition to the Aussies that Lamar had brought home from the beer hall. No doubt he had hoped to get lucky with one of them, but both girls had been hovering around Elvis since they arrived, and Lamar had now plopped onto the couch with a pout. Bettina caught Rex looking over at her, and she rolled her eyes and tilted her head at Elvis, trying to get Rex to smile. Elvis had been singing this song all week. But there was more than just teasing camaraderie in Rex’s eyes. There was sympathy too in the way he narrowed his gaze at her. Bettina frowned and turned her eyes down to stare down at her shoes. She pulled on her necklace and crossed her arms around herself as tight as she could. You wished for this, you are living the dream, she told herself as she leaned further into the shadows.

Meeting Elvis last year had been her dream. Was it only a year ago? How had her life changed so completely in one year? She had left that shy, inexperienced eighteen year old girl who had spent her nights hoping to get Elvis’ autograph back in Graferwohr. The night Rex noticed her and took her to meet Elvis had been the happiest night of her life. Elvis had walked her home and kissed her good night against the tree in front of her apartment building. His lips had been so sweet, his hands so tender. They had lifted her off the ground and she was pretty sure she had just floated up to her bedroom knowing nothing in life would ever top this experience.

But then Elvis had shown up at her door, her door, again the next night and invited himself to dinner. He spent the week at their apartment, flirting with her mother, playing their piano and then kissing her good night when she walked him out. No, nothing could ever top this.

But then, as she braced herself to bid him farewell at the end of his training he invited her to come live with him in Bad Neuheim and be his secretary. You could have knocked her over with a feather. Because Bettina knew from the way he kissed her that he was not just asking her to be his secretary. She knew he was bringing her home to be his girlfriend, and make all her wishes come true.

If only she had been more specific and wished to be his only girlfriend.

Now here she was, spending her evenings unsure if Elvis would spend the night with her or another girl he met. The music stopped and Bettina glanced up to see Elvis whisper again to the girl sitting next to him. His hand caressed the girl’s shoulder and then she blushed and nodded. A minute later she stood and disappeared through the door on the other side of the living room toward the back staircase. He thinks he is being so clever, Bettina thought. In ten or fifteen minutes he’ll declare himself ready for bed and go join her. It was a performance Bettina knew all too well.

Elvis continued play songs on the piano, singing “I Asked the Lord” next and then a few other American pop songs. Charlie was harmonizing with Elvis, but now he, too, was shooting her a sorrowful look. Ugh. Bettina felt a prickle behind her eyes and had to blink back her tears. She wanted to recede through the wall.

But that is not how walls work. They do not just open up and transport you to a better place when you feel uncomfortable. Had she ever felt more alone than she did here in a room full of soldiers, wives, dates and random women who all ignored her ?

Thinking of this, Bettina sucked on the part of her lip that she had bitten and decided to flee to the kitchen. She grabbed a Fanta and the sweet, citrus drink stung her lip. But she kept gulping it down, forcing herself to drink it all. At least it got rid of the bitter taste of blood in her mouth.

The other Australian stumbled through the swinging door to the kitchen and dipped her head as she took a Dr. Pepper from the ice in the sink.

“Oh hiya. Gosh, our own private Elvie concert, eh? Must be sweet as honey working as Elvis Presley’s secretary, faffing around with him and this lot all the time.”

Bettina took another sip of her drink, looking the blonde up and down. “Ja, sweet as honey. It is, as they say, the most.”

“Yeah, s’what I thought, ol Elvie is so much more handsome in person, and so fun too. We’re all just mad for him back in ‘straya.”

“Hmmm, ja, he is so fun.”

Bettina smiled and nodded big before she excused herself and made her own way upstairs and then down the narrow hallway to her bedroom. She could hear Dodger snoring in the room next to her's. Stopping outside Elvis’ room,  the faint sound of girlish giggles hummed through the door, followed by a loud THUMP on the bed. It made Bettina’s tummy drop, and she had to steady herself against the wall. She didn’t even brush her teeth, she want straight to bed. All she wanted was to slip under her covers and disappear into oblivion. The taste of orange Fanta was still on her lips, sweet and bitter.

It was before dawn when she heard the door to her room creak open. Half asleep, Bettina stirred and straightened her back as she felt someone climb into bed behind her. A tall, long lanky someone. She knew without looking it was Elvis. Still miffed, she kept her eyes closed and turned her head away as he pulled her into him.

“There she is, can’t sleep without ma little Fog Horn.” His breath was warm on her neck, and he nuzzled his chin into her shoulder. ”Ugh, honey, I’m plum tuckered out.” He leaned over her, giving her a final kiss on her ear before settling in with his arms around her.

When Bettina woke up she was in his arms and her head rested over his chest, her breath keeping time with each lift and fall of his body. His palm was flat against her back and she could feel his fingers trace circles slowly into the silk fabric of her night dress. The dim light of dawn shone in through the window, painting the room in a pinkish dreamy haze. She thought of all the things she wanted to tell him. How she could still smell a foreign perfume on his bare chest. Or ask him in a snarky tone what happened to his other friend. But then his mouth was crushing into the top of her forehead and each kiss reminded her that he was there, with her. Not anyone else. And the reassurance of his physical body, here and now, longing for her, made her heart swell with desire. His fingers stroked away all her hurt and jealous qualms like sunshine chasing away the clouds, and she was his completely once more.

Bettina tilted her head to meet his lips and he moaned into her mouth. “Aw Betty, this is always ma favorite part of the day.”

The smell of Elvis’ musky sweat and pomade filled Bettina’s nose when he shifted himself over her. His knees grazing hers as a goofy, bashful smile spread across his face. Below her waist his fingers pulled at the hem of her night dress.

 “I mean it honey, s’only thing that gets me through the day.”

His eyes turned downward, and Bettina shivered with anticipation as he languidly rolled the beige silk fabric up her thigh, inch my inch, savoring the way he gasped out at the sight of her white panties. She lifted her hips to help him pull them off and sighed out when he slide his fingers between her legs. Then his breath was at her neck and he was nibbling her ear, all the while flicking his fingers back and forth over her sensitive nub.

“She’s such a pretty baby. Prettiest baby he ever found. He’s so lucky to find a lil angel like hers in Germany.”

Elvis awkwardly fumbled at his belt, shaking his head as he had to sit back to  to get his pants off. Bettina rolled her teeth over her lip, feeling the sensitive spot where she had bit herself again. She was happiest right here, looking up at Elvis as he eagerly struggled to get his clothes off and make love to her. The warmth of the sheets enveloped her and she gave him a single nod of approval as he parted her legs. Her hands clutched  his back, roving over his shoulder blades as he thrust gently into her. Moaning out, she focused on his eyes and how intent they were as she relaxed and opened herself to him.  His lip hung open in apt concentration and she bucked into him as he steadily rocked back and forth.

An aching tingling pleasure coiled in her belly each time their hips met, and Elvis leaned down closer as he sunk further into her. Kissing her neck and whispering sweetly about how pretty she was, and how much she meant to him. He found the spot that made her cry out, and the metal frame of her bed began to bang lightly against the wall as he increased his rhythm. She could hold back no longer and moaned out as her orgasm burst through. Just then the door to Grandma's room slammed shut and Elvis quickly covered her mouth with his hands to muffle the sound of her cries as Dodger’s footsteps echoed through the hallway on the other side of the wall.

He shook his head, sssshing her with a michievous grin. Bettina made a face, as if to say she couldn’t help it and Elvis’s grin became a squeezed, pained expression. His movements become more erratic and he began to stutter before he pulled out and finished over her belly. Afterwards, he caught his breath and fell back into the pillows panting, drawing Bettina into him as the sweat cooled over their bodies and they heaved together. She leaned into his chest hair and whispered “Ich liebe dich,” and he stroked her head, mumbling “me too, baby, me too.”

At five a.m. he kissed her forehead and pulled on his pants, looking both ways out of her door before departing with a wink.  Bettina waited until he showered and went downstairs before she got up to follow.

6 a.m. Friday, September 10th 1959

Goethestraße 14, Bad Nauheim, West Germany

Dodger was pouring another cup of coffee for her son and grandson when Bettina came into the dining room and blushed at the sight of Elvis’ grandmother.

Some nights he snuck into her room late at night, some nights he would whisper for her to see him in his bedroom. Either way, she was certain the old woman could hear the creak of the mattress from their late night and early morning activities. For that matter, Bettina guessed that Elvis’ father Vernon also knew how things were between his son and her. But whatever his thoughts on the matter were, Vernon kept them to himself.

Elvis stood to leave with a mouth still chewing bacon, egg and tomato sandwich. This did not stop him from kissing first Dodger and then Bettina on the cheek and wishing his babies a good day. Bettina downed a cup of coffee and helped Grandma clean up.

“God knows that youngun’ has the world on his shoulders. S’too much for one boy to bear. He is lucky to have a nice girl like you, Betty.”

Dodger looked her in the eye, before lifting up the loaf of cornbread that Vernon’s new girlfriend, Dee, had brought over. Dodger sniffed it with a tight grimace before tossing it in the trash.

“That Stanley woman has about as much business messing with corn bread as she does messing with my son.”

Bettina giggled, and the two woman made quick work of clearing up the kitchen together before Bettina went to work sorting through Elvis’ fan mail and sending back photographs that she signed for him.

It was a cheerful, fall day, and the house was in high spirits when Elvis came back for lunch to eat with Lamar and Cliff. It was only after Frau Pieper, the house keeper, brought Bettina the latest stack of mail that she felt her spirits waver again.

There on the top was a pink envelope addressed to Bettina. This was what Elvis told his girlfriends back in Memphis to do in order to make sure their correspondence didn’t get mixed up with the fan mail. Looking at the return address, this letter was from Anita Wood.

Frau Pieper muttered under her breath in German as she watched Bettina hesitate.

“Ack, you should be ashamed of yourself, cheapening your body for that American. You will never be anything more to him than a bed warmer.”

Bettina stared down at the wood floor, studying the grain and the scratches there.

“You are just jealous, Frau Pieper.  I see the way you look at Elvis, how you hug him. You find him just as irresistible as I do.”

The housekeeper grinned. “If I were your age, I would be visiting Golde Wolff for a love spell.”

“Golde Wolff? A love spell?” Bettina turned back and arched her eyebrows, unsure she had heard Frau Pieper correctly.

“Ja, the old Jewish witch on Friedensstraße.”

Bettina rubbed her hands together. “I heard there were no Jews left in Bad Neuheim after -”

“Ja, Golde Wolff is the last Jew, she hid in a basement of one of the abandoned houses for ten years. They say she only came out during the darkest nights to forage for herbs and food.” Frau Pieper leaned in, whispering in a hushed tone.  “The men who burned the synagogue and marched the Jews to the trains died tragically. All of them. At different times. She cursed them with her magical spells.”

“Hmmm, you don’t really believe that, do you?”

Frau Pieper put her hands in her apron and leveled Bettina with a look as sharp as a knife.

“I do. My sister took my niece Elfriede to Golde Wolff when no doctor could cure her fever. Today, Elfriede is married and lives a full life. If you want to fix that boy who treats you like a pig, go to Friedensstraße.”

Bettina laughed, and then grabbed Anita’s pink letter, as if to show Frau Pieper how aloof she was, how accommodating and at ease she could be knowing she was one of the many women in Elvis’ life. Frau Pieper was just another ignorant, superstitious small town old lady. Witches. Honestly. It was just how the old guard masked their prejudice to Jews today in 1959.

“It’s women like you who are holding this country back.” She muttered in English smiling all the while at the housekeeper, knowing she didn’t speak English.

But Frau Pieper’s words were harder to dispel and Bettina found they stayed with her through the day.

You will never be anything more to him than a bed warmer. The boy who treats you like a pig.

These words poked at her, digging deep into the recesses of her subconscious, the part of her that was not cool and aloof. The part of her that wanted more. That told her if she was just prettier, funnier, more charming Elvis would not want to be with other girls. And she could have him all to herself.

A darkness settled over Bettina’s mood. Not even the bright light of Elvis’ smile could fully put her at ease when he got home and squeezed her waist, teasing her with a mouth full of coconut cake. No, her mood only darkened as the night wore on, and it got harder to cover it with a forced smile after the two Australian girls returned and gleefully smiled when Elvis invited them both up to his room. He did not visit Bettina that night, and the next day she heard him bragging to Lamar and Cliff at lunch.

“Man oh man, ain’t nothin’ like a pack a wild Australian gals. Almost too much, jack. I’m tellin’ ya. Pounced on me like a couple a tigers. Grrrrr. Know what I mean? All I gotta say is, look out.” They laughed. “I don’t know bout all that, like my girls to act like girls, ya know? Them cats was too aggressive. Think I got some scratch marks.” This was followed by another round of sycophantic laughter, and a joke from Elvis about how Lamar likes his guys to act like girls.

It was all Bettina could do to keep her smile steady when she met Elvis in the hallway and accepted a farewell kiss on the cheek.

“There’s my gal.” His crooked smile melted her heart. “Why can’t every gal be like you, Betty? Ya just pretty and so sweet.”

That’s why you don’t need every girl, you just need me, she thought to her self.

It was not long after this that Bettina  gathered her things and ventured out to find Friedensstraße.

It was not late, only half past three when Bettina got down to the town square. Yet for some reason it was already getting dark. The uneven cobblestones in the street  rose to meet Bettina’s shoes as if they were trying to trip her, and she felt as if the town was progressively getting darker as she made her way through what must have been the old Jewish quarter.  Bettina walked all the way down Friedensstraße, but there was no sign or business that looked like it belonged to a witch. She wasn’t sure what kind of store front a witch would have. She hadn’t wanted to give Frau Pieper the satisfaction of knowing she was taking the old women’s advice, and so had just gone to town hoping she would find it. It was only on her third trip sauntering back up Friedensstraße that she noticed the dark, narrow alley and the little flag sticking up from a basement several buildings down. Bettina’s heart beat faster as she stumbled toward the sign, finally able to read the tattered cloth in the dark depth of the alley: “Der Apotheker.”

The rail at the top of the stairs down to the basement door was wet, and Bettina gripped it tightly, unsure whether to go through with this visit. She didn’t believe in witches, she didn’t believe in magic. At the bottom of the stairs was a door painted black, and in the middle a faded yellow star. It almost looked as if a circle or marking had been drawn around it, and Bettina was just squinting to try and make it out when the door flew open and she felt the wind push her forward until she was stumping into a dimly lit parlor.

“Come here, mine kindela.”

A soft throaty voice called from the back of the room, where a short, stout older women stood. Her hair was cut in a short grey bob, and her dress was a smart mustard yellow floral print. The kind popular after the war had ended. A golden dragonfly pin lifted the hair off the right side of the women’s face, and adiamonds sparkled in the dragonfly's wings.

This was the old Jewish witch? She was trim and clean and friendly and could have been someone’s grandmother. Comparatively, Frau Pieper looked more like a fat old hag. But then Bettina noticed something eerie about the way Golde Wolff smiled at her

“I ve been waiting for you. Have a seat, have a seat.” Golde motioned to the chairs at a dark red table in the center of the room.

Bettina looked around as she sat, the walls of the basement were painted a dark, burgundy color. Underneath her was a Persian rug with navy, gold and burgundy detailed patterns swirling around. As Bettina tread over it she could almost swear the patterns were moving. Shelves lined the back half of the parlor, stacked with glass jars filled with plants and powders and god knows whatelse. A stained glass lamp decorated with dragonflies in the mosaic and around the metal base was the only light in the room, save for a candle burning in the middle of the table.

“I’m, I’m not really sure why I’m here.”

Golde sat down across from her, folding her hands on the table.

“You want a spell. A love spell, no?”

Bettina nodded, her mouth hung open.

“if I do this, you can never go back. There is no remedy. Do you really want to make someone love you?”

 “I - he, uh. He already loves me. He tells me all the time. I just want, I want him to love only me.”

Golde nodded, petting the black cat who suddenly appeared and jumped up into her lap.

“Ah, yes, a spell to bring forth feelings that are already there. Focus them. Well, there will be a price.”

“Would I have to sacrifice something I want, like not being able to have children?”

“No, no. A cost, forty marks to be exact.”

"Oh, ha."

Bettina pulled out her wallet, that was half a week’s wages. She swallowed hard and handed over the money. Golde smiled and put out her hand.

“I need something of yours and something of his.”

Bettina pulled out the white, ivory bone comb she had found in Elvis’ room before she left, and then plucked a hair from her own head, placing the the black and brown strands into the witch’s palm. 

Whack! The cat jumped on the table and began to rub against Bettina’s shoulder, purring.

“Wait here, Rumi will keep you company.”

And so Bettina scratched Rumi behind his ears and watched as the witch pulled out jars and poured ingredients into a mortar, grinding it up with a pestle. Twenty minutes later, Golde was pouring the mixture into a glass jar and handing the deep red candle to Bettina.

“You must say your intention out loud then light the candle immediately and let it burn over night. Put it somewhere well protected where the flame can burn strong, creating a robust foundation for your love. When the candle has burned out, your spell will be complete.”

Bettina lit the candle the minute she got back, and left it burning on top of her dresser far from the window or the door. She could tell the magic was working immediately. Elvis was sweet to her the whole night through, pulling her on to his lap as he cajoled Cliff to entertain them with some of his stories, and keeping her near him all evening. His hands were at her waist, caressing her back and forth with his thumbs, his knee between her legs, naughtily pushing up and down. And when it was time for bed, he put his hand around her shoulder and guided her upstairs in front of the other guests.

 5 a.m. Saturday, September 12th , 1959

Goethestraße 14, Bad Nauheim, West Germany

At dawn he was furtively rubbing against her, half asleep with a full erection, and Bettina turned into him, bringing him between her legs for their morning love making ritual. She sighed as he pressed his dry lips to her neck, and peppered her clavicle with kisses as they banged the metal frame into the wall clumsily rocking and grunting into the day.

The candle had burned down to the bottom when Bettina checked it, and she smiled with satisfaction as she cleaned herself off and skipped down stairs to help Grandma with breakfast.

At midday she looked up from her work in the office to see Elvis jumping the high wooden fence that bordered the back yard and emerging at her window, smirking as he tapped her window. She opened it and laughed as he jumps through, helping to pull him in and then falling back against the desk.

“There is a door, you know, ja?”

Elvis’ lips curled into a wider grin and his hands held her tight. “This way was more fun. Better view.”

He waggled his eyebrows and kissed her lips, a glint in his eye.

“You are a naughty little boy.”

“Nah uh, ain’t true.” He mumbles, lifting her on to the desk and knocking over her carefully stacked piles of fan letters and autographs. “He’s a good little boy. He’s her good little boy.” Then before she knew it he was telling her to be quiet as he settled on his knees and removed her panties, and his head disappeared under her skirt. At first, his tongue tickled her, she had yet to feel totally at ease letting a man do this. But Elvis had been dutifully working all year to make Bettina comfortable being kissed between her legs. There. At her pleasure point. His voice hummed into her as he pulled her to the edge of the table. He lapped at her gently, moving his index finger into her, his tongue feathering over her at first, then gradually flicking her nub before kissing it again. Lingering, he now possessed her completely with his mouth. Bettina knocked over more stacks of mail as she tried and failed to to find the edge of the desk to hold something as her whole body began to vibrate and thrash with the overwhelming sensation of her second orgasm of the day.  She was still heaving and shuddering from the aftershocks as Elvis wiped his face on her inner thighs and licked his lips, a devilish glint in his eye.

“Mhmmm mhmmm mhmm. Guess I had my dessert fore ma meal. S’what you do to me, Betty boo.”

Bettina stayed in the office over the lunch hour, trying to compose herself and smiling. The spell had worked. She could feel it.

The spell had clearly not worked. There was no other explanation, Bettina thought, as she stood in her usual perch at the edge of the living room and watched Elvis talk and flirt with Heli, one of the other pretty young German girls he was dating. Bettina thought of the intimate moments she had shared with Elvis just hours ao. This made her tummy do several more summersaults until she could no longer stand to watch them anymore. Instead, she calmly turned and fled to her office. Moments later the door handle turned, and she looked up with excitement, knowing Elvis must have been stymied by the spell and told Heli to get lost.

But it wasn’t Elvis.

“Please Rex, I’d like to just be alone, I - I have a headache.”

Rex inhaled, and instead of leaving, walked towards where she stood, looking out the window. He grabbed her wrist.

“I can’t bear to see him treat you like this, Betty. You’re so beautiful.”

“Rex stop - what are you doing? You shouldn’t be here. You know what he will do if he finds you talking to me like this.”

Rex stepped closer.

“I don’t care, I can’t stop thinking of you. I love you.”

Bettina blinked, and pulled her hand from his, looking around the room to get her bearing. She didn’t know what to do, so she slapped his face, then jumped back as if she had been the one struck. Rex floundered for something to say, but Bettina didn’t want to hear it and shuffled out as if the room was on fire, sequestering herself in her bedroom alone.

The sound of Elvis mattress bumping against the wall across the hallway drove a knife deeper and deeper into Bettina’s heart.

8 a.m. Sunday, September 13th , 1959

A dark alley off Friedensstraße,  Bad Nauheim, West Germany

The air was chilly as Bettina made her way down the steps to Golde’s door, rapping against the black paint loudly until the witch finally opened up.

“Good morning, my child, it is early for —”

“Your spell didn’t work.”

Bettina pushed her small frame through the cracked door, eyeing Golde’s gold and burgundy robes as she entered the witch’s parlor.

“That is not possible.” Golde announced, closing the door behind her.

The smell of pinewood wafted through the room, and Bettina gazed into the flames of Golde’s fire, watching them dance as she warmed her hands.

“Well, this time it is. But that is ok, I no longer want him to love me.” She turned to the witch, fists clenched. “What is the price for you to curse him?”

Golde put her hand on Bettina’s shoulder, as Rumi slinked over, mewling at the witch’s feet. “My child, you are so quick and changeable. Yesterday a love spell, today a curse. I cannot in good conscience do this. You must be mistaken, my spells always work.”

“Yesterday, he made love to me in the morning and was in bed with another women by nightfall.”

Golde stroked her chin, and walked over to the table, motioning for Bettina to join her.

“And you are certain you brought me his hair?”

“Yes, I found that comb on the floor of his room.”

“You said he loved you already. So, the spell I made for you was one for a natural love, a spell to acquire his undivided devotion where love already existed. The only explanation is that you are wrong. He does not love you. He is just using you for his carnal pleasure.”

Bettina nodded. “Ja, he seems so earnest, so sincere. But you must be right. All the more reason I want to put a curse on him.”

“You are certain? Once done, it cannot be undone.”

Bettina folded her hands, looking down at where Rumi’s black tail now wound around her ankle.

“ I was a virgin a year ago, besotted with this man. He brought me to live and work with him, he lied, telling me he loved me. And now I am stuck working for him, in love with him, watching as he romances woman after woman in front of me, and then when he is bored, he comes back to me for comfort and companionship. I do not have the strength to leave him. If I cannot have him, I want him to feel the same way I do.”

“60 deustch marks.”

Bettina sucked in her breath. Then pulled out her wallet, 60 was all she had on her, it was the most money she had ever spent on anything in her adult life. Golde stood and rummaged around in her cabinet until she pulled out a black candle, while Rumi jumped up and made himself comfortable in Bettina’s lap.

“I do not need anything except his name. After I light the candle, we must hold hands and you will recite the fate you want to blight on this man. Understood?”

Bettina shivered as a cold wind blew through the parlor.

“Yes, I understand.”

“His name?”

“Elvis Presley.”

The witch raised her eyebrow, but lit the candle never the less. She took Bettina’s hands and began to mutter an incantation in a language Bettina did not understand. Maybe it was Hebrew, but she was not sure. Somewhere amidst the doleful recitation she heard the name Elvis Presley repeated a number of times.  Then Golde stopped and raised her voice.

“Oh spirits, we beseech you, hear this poor girl’s plea.” She nodded at Bettina to continue.

“Curse him with unrequited love, may he fall in love with someone who is everything he despises, a succumbus starved for sex and male attention who wants only to use him for his fame and fortune. Whose faithfulness will match his own. Whose betrayal will make him want to die. “

WHACK!

The front door blew open, and the rushing sound of the wind filled the basement, knocking over the lamp and making Rumi run under the couch on the other side of the parlor, mewling louder and louder. Golde did not flinch, she only gripped Bettina’s hands tighter, calling out loudly.

“Here us, oh spirits, curse this Elvis Presley with the affliction of an unrequited love for a woman who embodies all that he despises, may she be the opposite of his ideal and break his heart. And when they meet he will only see her as a reflection of his ideal, his one true love, and by the time he realizes his mistake may it be too late.”

The blast of air circled them in a spiral that tangled their clothes and pulled up their hair, spinning and spinning around in a whirlwind until it blew out the candle’s flame. The front door thwacked shut. And Bettina fell back against the chair fatigued and almost unable to stand.

Somehow she summoned the strength to trudge back along the cobblestones to the house on Goethestraße. None of the guys were there when she returned, just Grandma Presley there to greet her with a pinched smile that made the old woman's cheeks cave in. Bettina thought about Mrs. Presley. Most days Grandma was her only companion. Guilt washed over her briefly for the cursing this kind women’s grandson. But then Bettina thought of Heli and the wound that still ached in her chest from hearing the sounds of their love making this morning. She thought of Julia and Cynthia. She thought of the countless times Elvis had asked her to accompany him on dates as his translator. She knew many of the women he had gone out with better than he did. And then to find that he did not even care for her? It was too much to bear. Exhausted from a hard morning of casting spells, Bettina made her way up stairs and lay down.

It was well past 7 o’clock at night when she woke up again, and she was surprised to see Rex on the floor of Elvis room as she walked past the door.

“What are you looking for?”

Rex stopped, and stood. “I haven’t been able to find my comb in days. It’s a nice, ivory number, I think Elvis and the boys took it as a prank, they were with me when I bought it in Paris.”

Bettina gasped. “No.” She faltered and fell back against the hallway. Her stomach dropped to the ground.

“What is it, my darling, are you ok? Even peaked, you are still the most beautiful -”

Just then Elvis bounded up the stairs, and Rex jumped back a mile.

“There’s my sweetheart, c’mon baby, need my best gal by my side.” Elvis hands were around Bettina’s waist, cradling her into him as he walked down stairs, yelling back at Rex.

“Looking for something Rexadus? You didn’t go and loose that fancy ass comb you bought in Paris already? You shudda seen him, Betty, made us late for our show that night, prancing round buyin that thang.”

Bettina nodded, half dazed. Her mind was racing as she pieced together the mistakes she had made over the last few days, wondering if there was any way to undo the love spell, to uncurse the curse.

She barely heard the doorbell ring or Elvis snapped at Charlie to go answer as he made his way to the piano and sat Bettina next to him as he played. She couldn’t sit still, and began to fidget with her nails. Elvis pursed his lips, and was just about to give her a lecture on proper posture when something caught his eye. Bettina turned to see his friend, Currie, being led into the room with his wife, Carol and a beautiful, shy young girl with porcelain skin, dark brown hair and an upturned nose. Elvis whistled and stopped playing to stride over and introduce himself to the newcomer.

“Howdy, I’m Elvis Pretzel.” He stammered out with an awkward laugh.

Bettina rolled her eyes as she watched him eagerly run his hand through his hair. The young girl blushed demurely.

“A pleasure, I’m sure. My name is Priscilla. Priscilla Beaulieu.”

Happy Halloween.........

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[cherryheairt]

I think Daenys' confession of love to Cregan should be like Anthony's to Kate or Daphne's to Simon when they reconcile in the last chapter. Although it's usually the woman who feels insecure about a man's love when she sees him with another woman, that's already so common that it falls into a sociological cliche and for once I think it would be nice to see Cregan a bit insecure about Daenys' love for him and not the other way around. As for the Pact of Ice and Fire, I think it would be interesting to see Daenys find out, see her reaction and wonder if that's why Rhaenyra sent her North to offer herself in marriage to Lord Stark in exchange for an army. I also think Daenys and Cregan would be the kind of couple who, despite their privileged positions, would choose to sleep together in the same room and have their babies' cots next to them until the babies were old enough to sleep alone in their own rooms and even then, those rooms would still be close enough to their matrimonial room in case of emergency. I imagine Dusk sleeping around the cots to protect them. Then each baby, as they grow older and as appropriate, will have a dragon or a wolf to guard them while they sleep in their respective rooms.

I think that's a pretty good guess of Cregan's thoughts after she leaves. She never said anything back in terms of feelings, after all. Maybe he thinks he misjudged her own feelings. She now knows his feelings are true after his reassurance, and is chilling (barely) at Dragonstone while he's pulling his hair out.

Yes! Against the Maester's guidance or other Lords and Ladies' traditions, they will never have separate chambers and Cregan will not let the Maester dictate if he's in the birthing room or not. It may be 'untraditional' but he'd be damned if he wasn't there to comfort his wife during the scariest time of her life, which she associates with death.

The cribs, too, would be in their rooms until the babes start to ween off milk. So they can be fed by Daenys during the night instead of a wet nurse, Daenys feels it would make her a bad mother (it wouldn't, all mom's are different in the way they choose to feed their babies, feed babies are all that matter, go moms!) if she let another woman do it.

Cregan would be surprised at the 'egg in cradle' traditions. Of course it's not so literal, the egg is hatched in an incubator, but the dragon does live inside if the parents allow it until they are too big to be indoors. It's how Rhaenyra let Morningstar and Daenys bond, and they have the ultimate dragon bondTM, so she'd want the same for her children. It would definitely freak the hell out of Cregan, after seeing how even the babies have sharp teeth and claws and are born with a fierce nature towards those who aren't bonded to them.

[mckenziepilled]

“ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏꜰꜰ, ʜᴏꜱᴇʀ.”

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Seymour’s Updated !! Pinned !!

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Good day! I’m Seymour, my pronouns are he/they, I also use neos, I’m pansexual and a transgender male I’m hoping to start my transition in 3 years (I’m turning 16 this year so at 19) I also have AUDHD, anxiety and ODD. I live in the United States, in the middle of the northern east coast. I’m a fan of 1980s media, music and pop culture. This blog is used extensively for posting my special interests and 80s media !! I’m hoping to make Friends with similar interests to me on here and elsewhere <3

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The Fandoms I’m in currently

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SCTV (Canadian variety show)

Rick Moranis (comedian and actor)

Newsies (Broadway musical)

Little shop of horrors (Broadway musical, Musical comedy Film)

Ghostbusters (Science-Fiction Comedy film)

The outsiders (book, film, Broadway musical)

Bob and Doug McKenzie (Canadian Satirical comedy duo)

South Park (adult animated series)

Smiling friends (adult animated series)

My blue heaven (Drama comedy film)

Team fortress two (Video game)

The muppet show, muppets tonight (Puppet Variety programs)

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Favorite characters in media

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Bob McKenzie (SCTV, strange brew)

Bill needle (SCTV)

The medic (team fortress 2)

Scott malkinson (south park)

Jimmy valmer (South park)

Guy Friday (SCTV)

Seymour krelborn (little shop of horrors)

Walter (the muppets)

Twobit Matthews (the outsiders)

Louis Tully (ghostbusters, the real ghostbusters)

Raymond stantz (Ghostbusters)

Barney coopersmith (my blue Heaven)

David Rose (schitt’s creek)

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Strange brew [1983]

Ghostbusters II [1989]

Little shop of horrors [1986]

Ghostbusters [1984]

The outsiders [1983]

BASEketball [1998]

Scott Pilgrim VS The World [2010]

Ghostbusters: Afterlife [2021]

Class [1983]

Asteroid city [2023]

My blue heaven [1990]

Fantastic Mr. Fox [2009]

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Artists I listen to

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Chappell roan (favorite song: red wine supernova)

Rick Moranis (favorite song: pu-pu-pu, parve)

Weezer (favorite song: hash pipe, say it ain’t so)

Taylor Swift (favorite song: Cardigan, picture to burn)

Ween (favorite song: it’s gonna be a long night, the mollusk)

Primus (favorite song: here come the bastards)

Phantom Planet (favorite song: so I fall again, dropped)

Kate bush (favorite song: army dreamers)

Insane clown posse (favorite song: juggalo juice)

Rush (favorite song: closer to the heart)

Big reel fish (favorite song: beer)

Will wood (favorite song: 2econd 2ight 2eer)

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[that-house]

Trick or treat :3

YOU GET ATTACKED BY MY ARMY OF THE UNDEAD! THIS "HALLOWED WEEN" WILL BE MINE AND MINE ALONE!

[kerink]

you guys have no idea what year 1 dow era does to me =_= kevin and carlos alone except for fleeting visits from the masked army. stressed about food and water and cell signal until they realize they don't need it. coping with not needing it. the blinding light and horrific rumbling. trying to find shelter of any kind to rest in, sleep in before they realize thats pointless too. just all the fear, the desperation, the survival and having only each other to lean on. they HAD to become friends because, for awhile at least, they thought they'd die if they didn't help each other. do you think they talked about what happened during the strex take over? do you think carlos forgives him? do you think carlos had even pulled his head out of his lab enough by s2 to have taken notice of the full scope of what strex was doing to know to be mad at kevin? kevin without a schedule or management or oversight, afraid and anxious at first, trying to keep busy and risking his phone battery to punch his time card until he realizes he doesn't need to. the taboo thrill of being able to do whatever he wants whenever he wants completely unregulated. the comfort of carlos being a leader, there to guide him and tell him what to do without actually having power over him, helping to ween him off strex's conditioning. kevin at first infatuated with him because he's a boss and he feels safe and taken care of and protected but slowly those feelings grow from a crush to something real and deep rooted as they talk and kevin sees more of him. and kevin's no research assistant but he's willing to try and quick to learn and he does whatever carlos asks and he's dependable and reliable and carlos' control issues ease up as he realizes he can lean on kevin, he can trust him to have his back and carry some of the weight - both metaphorical and literal as they start hoarding supplies and useful pieces of scrap and dragging them around the desert. (so by the time carlos returns to night vale he's had ten years of practice being vulnerable and open and relying on someone else and has started that change journey enough to offer himself more fully to cecil.) y1 in the dow is just so good being its got all the delicious survivalist apocalyptic there was only one bed style tropes you can just slap on these two idiots

[clockwrkcabaret]

Dark Hearts

WARNING! This show is for adults. We drink cocktails, have potty mouths and, at least, one of us was raised by wolves.

The Clockwork Cabaret is a production of Agony Aunt Studios. Featuring that darling DJ Duo, Lady Attercop and Emmett Davenport. Our theme music is made especially for us by Kyle O’Door.

This episode aired on Mad Wasp Radio, 10.15.23.

New episodes air on Mad Wasp Radio on Sundays @ 12pm GMT! Listen at www.madwaspradio.com or via TuneIn radio app!

Playlist:

Miss Mamie Lavona the Exotic Mulatta and her White Boy Band – I Put a Spell on You

Miranda Sex Garden – Havana Lied

Ludo – Skeletons On Parade

Stray Cats – Stray Cat Strut

Nekromantix – Dead Girls Don’t Cry

Zombina & The Skeletones – Vincent Price

Elvira – Haunted House

The 69 Cats – People Are Strange

Joan Jett & The Blackhearts – Science Fiction / Double Feature

The Brickbats – Dr. Acula

Hellblinki – No Home (80s-tastic version)

Walter Sickert & The Army of Broken Toys – GHOST PARADE

Primus – Candy Man

Ween – Mutilated Lips

They Might Be Giants – Spider

Pixies – Where Is My Mind?

Eels – Your Lucky Day In Hell

Terrible Spaceship – Hello

Combustible Edison – Carnival Of Souls

Nouvelle Vague – Psyche

Pink Martini – Lullaby

The Mediaeval Baebes – The Sour Grove

The Blasting Company – Potatus Et Molassus

Type O Negative – Bloody Kisses

Man Man – Dark Arts

Puddles Pity Party – Holy Diver

Bee Gees – I Started a Joke

  Check out this episode!

[bzedan]

May! Officially springtime, I wanted my May playlist to key off of 'Les Fleurs' by Minnie Riperton, a song my bff shared in our family discord and has haunted me since (positive).

This playlist put itself together pretty quickly, and basically was in its final form by mid-month. And, since part of the whole point of me even starting doing monthly playlists was because I am prone listening to the same playlists over and over (and over), I had no problem spending two weeks of workdays listening to the same series of songs. It's comforting! My comfort playlist is six songs long and I used to play it on a loop through most of a workday at a Bad Place I Worked. Three hours of syrupy spring joy every day was a delight.

The vibe for May was, if I may quote what I sent my bestie in describing it: "Flowers and joy sweetness and fierceness is the vibes, Middle finger in a lace glove." I mean, I think I achieved that, anyway.

Several covers on this one, like the Cowboy Junkies covering Vic Chesnutt 'Flirted With You All My Life,' which is a hard one to cover for a lot of reasons but this is (to me) a successful attempt. The 'Goodbye Horses' cover by Dead On A Sunday is also a new favourite, it doesn't really change much about it, but it's just a good damn song. The Cardigans singing 'Sabbath Bloody Sabbath' hit me so unexpectedly, I was delighted.

Related media to some of the songs:

I enjoy the music video for Indigo De Souza's 'You Can Be Mean'. 

An Dro's arrangement of the Hieronymus Bosch butt music is probably my favourite version, and I'm grateful to this Tumblr post for introducing this artist to me.

There are two songs from Schmigadoon! season two in here, if you can find a way to watch it (Apple TV+) and are a musicals fan you're in for a treat. It's a damn tragedy how they've got so few clips for this show and were consistently late in sharing what little they had or in making songs available quickly on Spotify. It's a musical show! You're a giant network! Anyway, enjoy this Chicago-inspired piece that is not on this playlist but is a delight nonetheless.

Anyway here's a link to May's playlist on Spotify, with the track list below the cut.

Also embedded if you like that:

'Les Fleurs' - Minnie Riperton  

'Like Her Before' - Em and Dzeej  

'You Can Be Mean' - Indigo De Souza  

'Feel The Way I Want' - Caroline Rose  

'Temba, Tumba Y Timba' - Los Van Van  

'Army Dreamers - 2018 Remaster' - Kate Bush  

'Hieronymus Bosch Butt Music' - An Dro  

'Friends' - Ween  

'Replacements (feat. La Roux)' - Chromeo  

'Scarborough Fair / Canticle' - Simon & Garfunkel  

'Athena' - Tristen  

'Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall' - Simon & Garfunkel  

'Wear Your Love Like Heaven' - Donovan  

'Petals' - Mariah Carey  

'Lady May' - Tyler Childers  

'Miracle' - Caravan Palace  

'Hothouse Flower' - Tristen  

'Lavender' - Oneida  

'Sussudio' - Phil Collins  

'For Real' - Mallrat  

'Invisible Light' - Scissor Sisters  

'This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)' - Talking Heads  

'Cut To The Feeling' - Carly Rae Jepsen  

'Sabbath Bloody Sabbath' - The Cardigans  

'Babalon' - Twin Temple  

'Bustin' Out' - Dove Cameron  

'Concerto In G' - Roger Neill  

'Goodbye Horses' - Dead On A Sunday  

'Faraway Look' - Yola  

'Paradise' - Sade  

'Electric Feel' - MGMT  

'Sugar on My Tongue - 2005 Remaster' - Talking Heads  

'Sweet About Me' - Gabriella Cilmi  

'Suspended In Gaffa - 2018 Remaster' - Kate Bush  

'So Sweet' - Nurses  

'The Windmills Of Your Mind - Mono Version' - Dusty Springfield  

'Bitter Sweet Symphony' - The Verve  

'The Orchids' - Psychic TV  

'Patchouli in the Morning / The Outlier' - An Dro  

'Sugar Daddy' - Thompson Twins  

'Kaput' - Dove Cameron  

'Sweet Turns Sour' - Macy Rodman  

'Savoir Faire' - Beth Ditto  

'Sweet Poison' - Naked Eyes  

'Violet' - Hole  

'Eat The Acid' - Kesha  

'Wave Catalyst (Low Tide)' - Pacific Coliseum  

'Flowers - Medieval Style Instrumental' - Stantough  

'Time Bandits' - Angel Olsen  

'Flirted With You All My Life' - Cowboy Junkies  

'Then Came the Last Days of May' - Blue Öyster Cult

[themculibrary]

Halloween Fics Masterlist 4

part one, part two, part three

a date with captain america (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor sam/bucky G, 2k

Summary: Bucky meets Sam while shopping for a Halloween costume for his son, and thinks he doesn't like him. But his opinion quickly changes when New York City is attacked once again, and Bucky finds out who Sam really is.

In which Sam has always been Captain America, The Avengers still exist but Steve isn't part of the team.

a day in the life (ao3) - powerfulowl (StuckyFlangst) steve/bucky E, 20k

Summary: Steve Rogers wakes up on Tuesday October 30 1956, and doesn't seem to remember his life that well. Why does every day feel so familiar? And why does he keep getting visited by tall, dark, handsome men who remind him of Bucky?

An Army Of Red (ao3) - MidnightShadeux frank/matt N/R, 42k

Summary: Foggy is ecstatic that people are dressing as Daredevil for Halloween. Matt and Frank are not.

Black Velvet (ao3) - royal_chandler steve/tony E, 1k

Summary: It's Halloween and Tony does too much of a remarkable job with Steve's costume.

Black Widow's Trick or Treat (ao3) - RABunzai clint/natasha T, 2k

Summary: Otherwise known as five (or six) times someone went dressed as the Black Widow to a Halloween party and the one time Natasha (accidentally) did.

bleed me dry (ao3) - crobby mj/peter M, 5k

Summary: “Okay, okay,” Peter concedes, “We’ll go to this so-called 'haunted house' on Halloween night at 10 o’clock to make it as spooky as possible. Meet at Flash’s house before? I’m assuming we can’t just take a subway there.”

“Yep,” Flash says, “It’s on a hill in the middle of a field.” he lowers his voice, “Where no one can hear you scream.”

The entire group laughs because what is this, some kind of cheap horror movie?

Betty snorts. “The only screaming will be from you when you see a rat and flip your shit, Flash.”

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or, peter parker learns the meaning of fear.

Costume Party (ao3) - Fake_Ruby mj/shuri T, 1k

Summary: MJ and Shuri go to a costume party.

Ghouls Night Out (ao3) - seabird7 G, 638

Summary: “Anyway. So you show up at my trailer door in a Hulk costume—”

“Yeah, because they were all out of Captain Americas.”

“—asking me to go trick or treating with you.”

gives my hands the shape of angels (ao3) - GreyishBlue bucky/clint E, 4k

Summary: Halloween has always been Clint and Bucky’s favorite holiday. Since they moved in and started celebrating it together, every year has gotten more elaborate. Their apartment is strewn in decorations, practically dripping black and orange, bats and spider webs clinging to every spare corner.

Now with a continuation, the boys weren't done with me or these outfits. I apologize for nothing.

Halloween (ao3) - captainodonewithyou lincoln/daisy M, 5k

Summary: Lincoln and Daisy investigate an odd reading in a spooky old house that might just be haunted.

Halloween (ao3) - Axolotl7 phil/melinda, leo/jemma, lance/bobbi G, 13k

Summary: "The party was a good idea, Phil. The team needed it." She needed it too. Maybe more than he knows.

There's just one notable person missing that leaves a hole in her heart. She sighs softly, hopes he misses the maudlin route her thoughts have taken. She really does miss Daisy.

Halloween Accidents (ao3) - PumpkinDoodles darcy/brock E, 15k

Summary: Anonymous requested: "I wish you would write a fic where Darcy unexpectedly runs into Brock while he's undercover and to keep her from speaking and blowing his cover he kisses her."

Halloweenie 2021: Trick or Treat (ao3) - meepmorpperaltiago mj/peter G, 370

Summary: May babysits Peter and MJ’s son and he shows her his Halloween costume – adorableness ensues!

Halloween Menagerie (ao3) - KaleidoscopeEyez, LunarDust loki/sylvie T, 6k

Summary: It’s Halloween, and the Avengers have all gathered at the Sanctum Sanctorum for their annual Hulk-o-ween party. But after a shapeshifting spell goes wrong, it’s up to Loki and Sylvie to set things right.

Halloween Traditions (ao3) - MalevolentLighthouse G, 200

Summary: Pumpkin carving with the Barton family.

Love Bites (ao3) - wmblake harley/peter T, 1k

Summary: Harley expects Halloween to pass how it does most years: he watches as many horror movies as he can (usually bad ones) and hands out candy when kids knock on his door. Peter knocks on his door dressed as a vampire, and the night goes kind of differently. He doesn't end up paying so much attention to the horror movies.

Midgardian Costums (ao3) - Ruquas bruce/thor G, 516

Summary: While many Midgardian customs were strange, Thor found this one was one of the more wonderful ones.

The Lexa to my Clarke (ao3) - angstydisaster yelena/kate T, 2k

Summary: College AU where Yelena attends a Halloween party, dressed up as Clarke Griffin, and keeps getting told that her girlfriend has arrived? But she doesn't have a girlfriend? What are they talking about?

Tis Just a Fright (ao3) - Anonymous G, 671

Summary: Tony takes his sons to the Halloween Fair.

Trick or treating (myself to you) (ao3) - butter_boi tony/stephen E, 1k

Summary: I find a bottom Stephen underappreciated. Yes, I know it is July, but I made a Halloween Ironstrange fanfiction anyway. And why not put Stephen in a nurse costume with an incredibly horny Tony? First time writing an actual story, so I hope this goes well. Enjoy the chaos.

[thatbanditqueen]

Elvis One Shots

One-off little drabbles, usually written in a matter of 2 - 4 hours as part of a writing game prompt. So there are a lot of typos. Attentio to detaul iz not me thngg.

Rating: Explicit, No Minors, NSFW

Relationships: Elvis Presley/Original Female Character(s)

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, smut, sex, cursing, drug use and alcohol. Also some of them are fluffy and innocent. See individual labels.

Come Hell or Come Sundown

A Charro! Behind-the-Scenes One Shot

Angst and fluff and a hint of a hint of smut... but mainly kissing

It is the summer of 1968 and Elvis finds himself in a New Hollywood, no more production code, just a ratings system with the promise of more sex and violence. This is good, because Elvis is in transition too! He is hot off the set of his TV special and ready to make a gritty western he can be proud of. Things are going well onset until they aren't....

Aphrodite's Curse

An Elvis-o-Ween 2023 One-shot

Angst, smut, more angst and some witchcraft.....

Loosely based on Elvis' affair with Elisabeth Stefaniak, this one shot finds our boy during his Army service living in Bad Neuheim and playing the field, much to the chagrin of his shy, live-in secretary and girlfriend Bettina.

Bless Your Heart

An Elvis-o-Ween 2023 One-shot

Angst, fluff, smut and more spooky paranormal stuff

Angst, fluff, no smut, a little kissing, and a touch of scary gore at the end. Not really too scary.

Summary: It's 1957, and Jan's dreams come true when she gets invited up from the gate to join Elvis' parties at Graceland. But not all that glitters is gold, and this new social circle may have a few angels and demons among them.

Little Blue Toes

An Elvis-o-Ween 2023 One-shot

Angst, fluff, smut and a little spooky paranormal jazz

Summary: It is the summer of 1955, and Elvis and his band are back on a grueling tour schedule. Their first stop out of Memphis is Batesville, AR. The crowd is not kind, the venue is uncomfortable, and so Elvis decides to take off and make his own trouble. Along the way, he comes across a young women who is having an equally bad afternoon, and they find that spending the rest of the day in each other's company might be just the solace they were searching for.

Smash!

Angst and fluff

Summary: Eadie is walking up the canyon to her uncle's house when a beautiful stranger almost runs her over, out on a car ride to clear his mind.

I Was The Best Husband

Smut

Summary: It is March 1972, a month after Priscilla officially told Elvis about her affair with Mike Stone and her decision to leave him and request a divorce. He is in LA, getting ready to go back on tour and his entourage have invited some women over to help cheer him up.

George's Garage

Smut

Summary: Elvis and the Memphis Mafia are driving back to Hollywood from Memphis to shoot Kissin' Cousins, when the car breaks down on Route 66. Luckily they are not too far from George's garage and her skilled, lady mechanic fingers.

The Lou Lou Special

Fluff

Summary: Lois is away from home, visiting her family in Texas, when her cousins abandon her after an Elvis Presley concert.

The Late Night Dayton Gig

Fluff, angst, some drugged out moments.

Summary: Alex is helping her mom close up the family deli in Dayton, OH when they get a last minute rush catering order for a special VIP client.

[rainworld-idiot]

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hrrmememem ERRM snort/j hello omor fandom,,,, iv come to loredump an AU I have !!!!!! helloh !!!!!!!!!! hii !!!!! (autism creature) Angel Mari AU !!! Before I even TRY to talk about the AU itself, I need to talk about my versions of Heaven and Hell !! Heaven is a large brighter area full of fluffy clouds , towns , cities etc etc . SINGERS PALACE is the MAIN building !! (SINGER is this heavens GOD) the building is big enough for 200 foot tall angels to fly through (Angels n Demons height limits are all the way up to 200 feet !) it seems like smaller creatures would get lost really easy but just around every corner there are barrels full of Maps with an enchantment to highlight the holders current area , and it moves along with them to guide them ! Hell is dark and has a similar Palace , though MUCH more dark and gloomy and VERY lonely . And in the cities and towns one thing you'll almost ALWAYS hear is - Heavy Metal ! these beasts love their metal . DANCER is this Hell's SATAN ! And one thing to mention of demons and angels as a whole , most are not , "humans with wings and a halo" or Imps of some sort ! They are beasts , dragon-like creatures with usually many legs , wings , many halos , eyes , etc etc ! There still are "Humans" and Imps , but there are mostly biblically accurate angels and MAINLY beasts . There can be "cross-breeds" between Angels and Demons , If they look more like Angels they live in Heaven if they look like Demons they live in Hell , Though the creatures look similar on their talons there are marks , Of either a Cross , or an upside-down cross ! Both if crossbred . I won't get into in this post but it will be mentioned in the AU itself , there are ranks for both kinds of creatures , And angels n demons can manifest into worlds and take "Attachments" a thing they do for fun ! It's basically guiding someone till the end of their days and taking them to where they need to be after-death . Onto the AU sorry for the long explanation :[ When Mari dies she manages to get up into Heaven , angels and such find lots of interest into her . And it so happens heirs for the "Head Angels Assistant" and the one WITH that rank himself was killed just two hours before Mari's arrival , by an unknown assassin . BOPW [Beast of Pounding Waves] takes Mari under his wings to guide her as the new Assistant to him , BOPW is the HEAD ANGEL . Mari gets a whole apartment within SINGERS PALACE , and a Beast Form , she is taught the basics and as she is weened into being BOPW's Assistant she is given a small army of over 300 Angels to command , "The Moon Group" as it is called . After lots of boring work and making friends with many of the Palace's residents and her own Army members , It seems that there is commotion with an Angel [SHADOW SERAPH RANKED] that Mari had sent to watch over Sunny , Basil and the rest of the group . A demon by the name "Mercha" is targetting her , trying to desperately Slaughter the Angel for giggles , though Mari is taking no shit from Mercha and goes down there herself with her top 10 members of The Moon Group ,

They all pummel Mercha into the ground , Ending in his death . Mari checks up on "Dandelion" the Angel she had sent down while she was busy and then the friend group ! As it seems they ... Saw the entire thing . Through the shock and sadness of them all she takes Sunny as an attachment as an excuse to stay down in her "old-world" for a while , one of The Moon Groups members taking over her job temporarily . Oh and I forgot to mention because this is a WHOLE other can of worms . Mari and BOPW have accidentally bombed a section of HELL before , DESTROYING half of DANCERS PALACE on accident !

[hyperzilla]

neo | 24 y/o | it / they

IT person and illustrator. I can’t be normal about the things I like and I will not change that

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shows: flight of the conchords, bluey, dream corp llc., metalocalypse, curb your enthusiasm

hobbies: illustration, crochet, vinyl, web coding

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[the-firebird69]

In the Resolves, the freeholders expressed a desire to remain subjects of the British Empire, but they insisted that "we will use every means which Heaven hath given us to prevent our becoming its slaves."

The short document provided the following:

a concise summary of American constitutional concerns on such issues as taxation, representation, judicial power, military matters and the colonial economy

a proposal for the creation of a nonimportation effort to be levied against British goods

a call for a general congress of the colonies to convene for the purpose of preserving the Americans' rights as Englishmen

a condemnation of the practice of importing slaves as a "wicked, cruel, and unnatural trade"; its termination was urged

The Resolves directed Washington and Broadwater to present the resolutions to the Virginia Convention.

ok we are on 1774 then and panicke and still do and load up. still do. here it is i am Broadwater and we did this. and said why no. have not. and not on their goods no. it occurs october 20 1774 was made earlier starting in july and moreover foer many years prior. and we have made up lists and such. and more.

this is huge for me and him

Hera

we do this and now get on it. see it too. and george was hired informally yes of course. and had rank. secret rank yes. as he worked on this for many years. and did service prior to accepting rank of general yes. 175eight he was elected to the virginia congress and he served as senator until 1775 where he chose to serve and they appointed him to postion of general. and not lt general. then later over all the armies. he was proficient...and good at it. as an elected official he har difhtts wiht trump and many of them and mirrior what happaesn here at times. and called him petty adn an imp and lame a lousy thief and underminer and aggrevtor and ckd hsi connections with the empire and told he was ripe wiht treasonous comments talk hated all and he had to go and this happens here now. the year is ages ago. no. recent yes abut in revelutinary time spans would proabalby go to ss start and he was weened off the empire. now it makes sense. 1993 was the year that it began and Social Security started in that year. And to begin then and it kept on going off and on and that's what they're saying and he was a senator up until he became a general no he was still a senator and a son is not respected by these people and don't realize what he's doing in the job he's doing is massive and he's working with his brother who is in suspended animation on the master project he had a lot of talks with him about it and he was your general and your president and he deserves a lot of respect and Trump is a whipping boy and he is a sounding board do you expect him to pull his weight he's not going to he talks big he yells and screams and doesn't do much and it's horrifyingly bad. We are heading into a storm it's kind of a small one now but there might be one on the way and it could be fierce we're hoping for the water to drop more as ships were taken out all day and night on both sides of Florida and big ones and they make a big difference believe it or not they're going to try and use the storm as cover to remove more ships even a hurricane and will continue to lower and we're monitoring it right now it is three feet below the high watermark at high tide and that is what the water is in the harbor and high tide is one foot above the high clam. We estimate that the water has dropped in the water table in southwest Florida and it will continue to drop about three feet in southeast Florida it's 2 and a half feet in the middle of Florida it's roughly the same from Sarasota to Gainesville about 2.5 feet two and a half feet in northern Florida 1 1/2 foot but that area up there is about six feet above the area down here. We anticipate them pulling out a ton of ships today that

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[rayeim0gen]

The fucking healthcare system doesn’t get to ignore my pleas for help for 3 years while my mental health spiralled out of control and my life burned to the ground and I lost friends, family, and everything I owned, while I was repeatedly turned away from the hospital and straight up told “getting in isn’t an option for you, there’s nothing the ward can do for you anyways” then demonize me for being a pot smoker.

After being shipped off from the Regina ward to “try” to get help from the Dubé because I had zero intentions of staying in Regina.

After getting into stoon on the bus around 11am and immediately bussing to RUH to try to get into the ward (after an acquaintance told me that that she would call in a “mental health warrant” on me if I didn’t go directly to the hospital.

I sat in the waiting room till 4:30 AM THE NEXT FUCKING DAY, a Sunday, to be told that I wouldn’t be getting into the ward and that I had to leave immediately.

I asked her where the fuck I was supposed to go at 4:30 am on a Sunday on a -40° day in December?

“I dunno”, she shrugged, “try the homeless shelter” was her reply.

“And how do you expect me to get there?” I snapped back.

“Well we will give you a taxi voucher THIS TIME, but next time you come here EXPECTING to get help, make SURE you have a way to leave, because you will NOT get another one next time”.

I was speechless.

So I get my precious taxi voucher and get dropped off outside the Salvation Army Shelter downtown, where I had to beg for even a space on the floor because “you are aware this is a mens shelter, right?”

They almost didn’t let me in. I had to beg. At 5am.

I managed to find a few square feet to call my own, but didn’t manage to get any sleep, and got kicked back into the street at 9am.

I called a friend in Lloydminster in a panic and told her I was out of options and stranded in Saskatoon. She bought me a bus ticket to Lloyd for that day and told me to come stay with her.

I stayed with her for a couple weeks, then Danielle’s for a few weeks.

After my student loan application to try to go back to school was rejected, as well as EI and every social assistance program I could find, I was ready to kill myself.

I had my plans, I had my supplies, I was alone in the middle of nowhere. It’d be at least a ween before anyone noticed.

I was sitting there in that Sunday morning, which was also the anniversary of my mother’s death.

I was fully ready to be reunited with her.

I was sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal, proofreading and putting the finishing touches to my suicide note. Which I was planning to have scheduled to automatically post to Tumblr a few hours later.

That idea I got from Lelah Alcorn (R.I.P.).

Just as I was finishing off the milk in the bowl I got a call from Kohlbie Nieman saying their roommate was out of town and I could come and stay with them for a few weeks to look for a job and a place to live.

Suicide postponed for a few weeks, at least.

Ann Raspier

I made a “death before Regina” vow to myself, which I fully intended to keep.

When I got the eviction notice from the apartment (when I ended up homeless), I tried to hang myself. It was the closest I’ve ever came to being successful. I’m only here because the knot in the rope holding it to the rod came untied when I went unconscious and limp and collapsed onto the floor.

But “there’s nothing the ward can do for you anyways”.

Be fucking thankful that I DON’T have an addictive personality and was able to cold turkey off of meth when my supply ran out. I’ll be dealing with the dental damage for years to come.

Then when I try to discuss and process it with Dr. Dungavel she cuts me off with “you can’t keep living in the past, you have to start moving forward” and wouldn’t let me talk about a single thing I went through.

Even she discarded me when I was broke and homeless and told me to “call and book another appointment when you can afford your meds again” leaving me to withdraw from my SSRIs alone without help.

I’m just supposed to move on and be fine. My life is ruined. My credit is fucked. I’m under mountains of debt. My rentalsman record is ruined. I lost everything I owned. I lost friends and family because “you need to stop lying to your doctors and us” because the shit I faced trying to get help was so outrageous that no one believed me that I was actually trying to get help.

But nope, I deserved it all. I’m a raging narcissist that deserved everything that happened to me and I was never actually trying to get help. I have BPD (that’s likely misdiagnosed autism). Nothing that comes out of my mouth is to believed. The second I show an ounce of emotion I’m being manipulative.

I can honestly say that I wouldn’t be alive if it hadn’t been for River. Fae’s the only person who never turned on me. Fae was the only stability I had.

There were multiple times I was 100% ready to kill myself, down to having a plan and all the supplies I needed to do it successfully.

There were multiple times I thought to myself “ok, I’ll spend one last night with fae, and I’m killing myself tomorrow”. But after spending the night with fae, I realized that I couldn’t leave fae behind and that I had to stick around, if only for faes sake.

I’m only alive because of River.

Without question.

Although most days I wish I had just gone through with it and offed myself for good. Would have saved me a lot of pain and trauma.

And now I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Jacey Hobbins.

I know I would have went back to Meth after I got laid off in October and was off for 5 months (still haven’t found stable employment, currently working a 2 month contract).

She’s amazing. She’s been my rock. I have her and Teri Michelle to thank for helping me finally get into the Dubé this past January.

I’ve been stable and doing ok since, enjoying every day with my boo. I have a partner and a cat that love me.

My future is fucking bleak. I’m rebuilding my life from nothing. But her, her love, and her awesome family, are reason enough to give it “one day at a time”.

I love you, boo. You mean the world to me. I’m so lucky I met you.

[readingvocabulary]

Lord Byron ~~~ Childe Harold

peri - Persian winged spirit

mote - might

whilome - formerly

wight - a creature

hight - named

losel - worthless person

ay - always

eremite - hermit

aught - anything

Paphian - of or pertaining to Paphos, an ancient city of Cyprus sacred to Aphrodite; of or pertaining to love, esp. illicit sexual love; erotic; wanton.

leman - sweetheart

feere - consort, spouse

paynim - a non-Christian, especially a Muslim

sea-mew - sea gull

anon - soon

surtout - a man's greatcoat of a similar style to a frock coat

shent - put to shame

lath - a thin flat strip of wood

ween - think

hind - peasant

roundelay - short, simple song with a refrain

orison - a prayer

rapine - the violent seizure of someone's property

rebeck - medieval stringed instrument

wittol - a man who is aware and tolerant of his wife's infidelity

poniard - a small, slim dagger

falchion - medieval European sword

mantle (vb) - spread like a mantle (especially of blood in the face and cheeks when a person flushes)

kibe - an ulcerated chilblain, especially one on the heel

croupe - horse’s rump

courser - a swift horse

brast - burst

conynge

to brook - to allow or accept something, esp. a difference of opinion or intention

sable - black; dark, gloomy

Bactrian sage - Zoroaster

Samian sage - Pythagoras

Caledonia - the Latin name used by the Roman Empire to refer to the part of Great Britain (Latin: Britannia) that lies north of the River Forth, which includes most of the land area of Scotland

rive - split or tear apart violently

reeve - to pass (something, such as a rope) through a hole or opening

balk - hesitate or be unwilling to accept an idea or undertaking

featly - in a graceful manner : nimbly; with skill and ingenuity

Arion - semilegendary Greek poet and musician of Methymna in Lesbos. He is said to have invented the dithyramb (choral poem or chant performed at the festival of Dionysus)

fell - a high barren field or moor

aread/ared - make known, declare

Caloyers - Greek monks who followed the rule of Saint Basil

capote - a long cloak or coat with a hood, worn especially as part of an army or company uniform

Dodona - Dodona in Epirus in northwestern Greece was the oldest Hellenic oracle, possibly dating to the 2nd millennium BCE

santon - Muslim monk or hermit, according to Europeans

glaive - European polearm, consisting of a single-edged blade on the end of a pole

palikar - Greek or Albanian soldier in the pay of the sultan of Turkey

camese - type of shirt

carle - peasant

Giaour - a non-Muslim, especially a Christian

reave/reft - carry out raids in order to plunder

pibroch - a form of music for the Scottish bagpipes involving elaborate variations on a theme, typically of a martial or funerary character

bruit - spread (a report or rumour) widely

guerdon - a reward or recompense

bucentaur - the ceremonial barge of the doges of Venice

lauwine - avalanche

Candia - name for Crete under Venetian rule

Tully - Cicero

Tarpeian Rock - a steep cliff on the south side of the Capitoline Hill, which was used in Ancient Rome as a site of execution

nympholepsy - passion aroused in men by beautiful young girls; wild frenzy caused by desire for an unattainable ideal

upas - poisonous Asian tree

immedicable - unable to be healed or treated; incurable

Euxine - Black Sea

Symplegades or Clashing Rocks - also known as the Cyanean Rocks, were, according to Greek mythology, a pair of rocks at the Bosphorus that clashed together whenever a vessel went through. They were defeated by Jason and the Argonauts

fain - pleased, willing

[blacklighttemple]

Blacklight Temple, Dec 01, 2022

Oh well heck, I guess I never posted this! Maybe the last ever Blacklight Temple, who knows; I may get back to it someday. In the meantime, I'm starting to put together Spotify playlists based on my shows, and here's the first one. Not all tracks aired were available, but its pretty close.

Hour One

Joy Division - Atrocity Exhibition

Rhea's Obsession - Dreaming Blade

Tones on Tail - Means of Escape

Shadow of Fear* - Heartbreak Hotel

She Wants Revenge - Out of Control

Nine Inch Nails - Get Down Make Love

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Radiohead - The National Anthem

Kasabian - Club Foot (EddyÖ Losers Remix)

Filter & Crystal Method - Trip Like I Do

Sonic Youth - Kool Thing

Placebo - Hugz

Gary Numan & Tubeway Army - My Love Is A Liquid

Hour Two

Alien Sex Fiend - My Brain Is In the Cupboard

Alice Cooper - Slick Black Limousine

Adam and the Ants - Plastic Surgery

Chrome - Firebomb

Uncle Acid & the Deadbeats - 13 Candles

The Rolling Stones - Can't You Hear Me Knocking

The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Third Stone from the Sun

Queen - Lap of the Gods

Ween - The Rift

- indicates local (Cleveland, NE Ohio) band