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meegadeeth · 6 months

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ozzy’s butt is nice & big for everyone to see 🫶🏻😝🍑 also again, sorry for the light glare.

✯ part 1 of ozzy osbourne live & loud cd

#ozzy osbourne #black sabbath #ozzy osbourne live & loud #cds #music #metal #zakk wylde #randy castillo #michael inez

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longliverockback · 11 months

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Ozzy Osbourne Live & Loud 1993 Epic ————————————————— Tracks Disc One: 01. Intro 02. Paranoid 03. I Don’t Want to Change the World 04. Desire 05. Mr. Crowley 06. I Don’t Know 07. Road to Nowhere 08. Flying High Again 09. Guitar solo 10. Suicide Solution 11. Goodbye to Romance

Tracks Disc Two: 01. Shot in the Dark 02. No More Tears 03. Miracle Man 04. Drum solo 05. War Pigs 06. Bark at the Moon 07. Mama, I’m Coming Home 08. Crazy Train 09. Black Sabbath 10. Changes —————————————————

Randy Castillo

Michael Inez

Ozzy Osbourne

Zakk Wylde

* Long Live Rock Archive

#OzzyOsbourne #Randy Castillo #Michael Inez #Ozzy Osbourne #Zakk Wylde #Live & Loud #Live #Metal #1993

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 8 months

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Welcome to the

The first mini bracket of this tournament!!! A total of 9 Mikes and Michaels will be fighting for the title of Best Mike in 90s Music. This only includes people who are on the Most Attractive 90s Musician bracket, so sorry if some important Mikes are missing :(

This is not necessarily a "most attractive Mike" bracket-- we are simply here to find the best Mike, however you define that.

Anyway, we start with Mike Inez vs Michael Hutchence. Here is the poll. Enjoy the chaos!!!

#most attractive 90s musician #mini game #mini bracket #michael #mike inez #michael hutchence #trent reznor #mike dirnt #mike starr #mike patton #flea #michael stipe #mike mccready #battle of the mikes

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leilighet · 2 years

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#rianne van rompaey #inez & vinoodh #michael kors #fw22 #campaign

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perfettamentechic · 1 month

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Patti Wilson

Patti Wilson #pattiwilson #creatoredistile #creatoredimoda #storiadellamoda #progressivefashion #style #stylist #designer #maison #fashion #perfettamentechic

Patti Wilson, nativa di New York City, è una stilista e consulente di moda nota per il suo stile istintivo, provocatorio e progressista. Wilson, mentre lavorava in un jazz club, una fotografa rimase colpita dal suo stile personale e le chiese se poteva utilizzarlo durante i servizi fotografici. La serendipità spontanea unita all’etica del lavoro, l’apertura mentale e il senso dello stile, hanno…

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jaidens · 11 months

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i have a request for daniel larusso!! so i just got done gossiping with my friend 💞 and i was thinking… what abt gossiping with daniel? like maybe reader and daniel and having a sleepover and they’re like gossiping with eacher 😭😭 while doing like makeup or skincare 😭💞??

You Heard The Rumors From Inez

pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning [s] : good ol’ gossip |

a/n [s] : thank you for the request! also gossiping is good for the soul sometimes.. [requests are open]

Daniel sometimes loved and hated his highschool.

On the good side, you went there and some of his friends did too.

On the bad side, the rumors and gossip spread like wildfire. There was barely any chance to tell anyone you were dating Daniel before it spread to everyone because you were caught holding his hand. It was easier, you told him, that you didn't have to tell people.

He never understood, why people spread rumors whenever he knew the damage of it. Especially when you're the butt of it all. He eventually got used to the rumors and sometimes it was hilarious to listen to.

You're sitting in front of your vanity, taking off your makeup (Daniel assumes) and you let out a loud gasp and turn down the mixtape Daniel made for your year anniversary. You twist around quickly before he questions what happened. “Did I not tell you what Samantha Jenkins told me yesterday?” You ask him to watch him gently shake his head no. “No you didn't baby.”

He's laying on your bed, throwing a trinket you had on your night stand. “Okay, so, basically Jessica Stevens found out that Danielle Cunningham slept with four guys while dating Freddy. And I mean, I couldn't believe it. So, I asked her. And she said, believe it or not, that's not all!” You're talking excitedly and waving your hands around in the air. Daniel sits on your bed and admires you.

“Oh yeah. Fred was air-headed last game. Danielle actually slept with that many guys? She would always go into the locker room to ‘to talk to Freddy’ that's whenever I found her and Ben in the bathroom.” Daniel tells you, pretending to shiver and gag. You laugh at his antics, “What are you putting on your face? It kinda looks like orange juice.” You laughed at his comparison of your Ten-O-Six lotion.

“It combats acne and stuff. I swear on my life by it. Okay, so she slept with Ben too? I only knew about Chase, Leon, and Tommy.” You turn your head to look at him and he nods with a weird look on his face. You close your vanity drawers after sticking everything back and you push your chair in. “You’re finally done now...” Daniel tells you holding his arms out and giving you his grabby hands. “Not can do. I'm gonna go get us face masks!”

You hear him let out a groan and you yell back, “Do it if you love me!” He stops his groaning suddenly and you give a small laugh whenever you grab your face masks from the cabinet. Once you walk back into your room, Daniel is sat up against the wall with pillows stacked up to his head.

He's messing with the channels on your television and scrolling aimlessly through them. You tell him to stop scrolling whenever you see one of your favorite movies, Secret Admirer. “Michael Ryan is so fine.” You whisper under your breath and you see Daniel cock his eye brow and give you a ‘are-you-serious?’ look. You laugh and sit down on your bed and Daniel pulls you into his lap.

His eyes are focused on your face as you get the face mask out of the tube to put it on Daniel's face. Daniel's hands go to your thighs rubbing soft circles whenever you push his hair out of his face. You apply the cold facemask onto his face he lets out a quick breath through his teeth. “Smells like lemons... mmm.”

Daniel's eyes close and you continue applying until your phone rings. You pick it up and Daniel hears a shriek on the other side. You and her talk for a couple seconds before you hang up and turn back to Daniel. “What was that baby?” He asks as he follows your face. “Steph’ just got the scoop on Angela Murphy. Apparently, she was talking smack about her best friend and they rumbled in Clarity Hills.”

You applied your mask while talking, Daniel sat and listened to things she had done to you. “She was always mean to everyone. In freshman year, she picked on me all the time. I never liked her. And hearing what she did to you? Bitchy.” Daniel laughs with you before feeling his face get tight. “The mask is making my face hurt.”

“That means it's ready! I'm gonna go ahead and pull it off okay?” He nods and closes his eyes and your hands go to his face and you start pulling it off. It comes off in one piece and he stares at it. “You pulled my face off!” Daniel jokes and you slap his shoulder gently.

You and Daniel stay there for a bit, laying and watching the movie. At the climax of the movie, you fall into a kiss with Daniel. He holds his lips before slowly deepening. The credits play and you turn the television off. “I love that movie. I saw it in theaters with Jessica and we both cried.”

You and Daniel laugh and he squeezes you tightly. “I love these nights with you. Especially the one we had after the tournament.” He teases in your ear, reminding you of the wild night you enjoyed with him on the warm Reseda night. “You tease.” You mumbled under your breath and kissed him again. “Thanks for coming over. I bet your Mom's happy.”

When you went to go look back up at him, he was asleep. You put the blanket over him and kiss him softly on his nose. “Goodnight, I love you.”

#young daniel larusso x reader #daniel larusso x you #daniel larusso fluff #daniel larusso x reader #daniel larusso #masterlist of daniellarussoo #daniellarussoo ask

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modelsof-color · 9 months

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Anok Yai and Victoria Ceretti by Inez and Vinoodh for Michael Kors FW 23 Campaign

#anok yai

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meegadeeth · 6 months

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someone commented when i posted pics of my black album cd & the pics in it about doing that but with ozzy cus i have a photo of his booty….so here ya go 🤩 (there is two parts, ozzy’s butt is on the second & sorry abt the slight glare my light is dumb 🫶🏻).

✯ part 2 of ozzy osbourne live & loud cd

#ozzy osbourne #black sabbath #ozzy osbourne live & loud #cds #ozzy osbourne cd #zakk wylde #randy castillo #michael inez #ozzy osbournes butt #i love ozzy’s butt

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recycledmoviecostumes · 2 years

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This spectacular red gown was designed by Adrian for Joan Crawford in the 1938 film The Bride Wore Red. The gown, which supposedly weighs around 30 pounds due to the weight of all the beads. It is still in existence and in extremely good condition considering its age.

The movie The Bride Wore Red was in black and white and the full beauty of the color of the dress was not able to be fully appreciated until later. The dress made its second appearance in The Big Store in 1941 in a fashion show scene, where it was worn by an extra. Though this film is also in black and white, Groucho Marx does explain "This is a bright red dress" because "Technicolor is sooo expensive!" In 1943 gown appeared in Du Barry Was A Lady, sans the cape on Inez Cooper as Miss December. This time the dress is seen in color. The gown appears to have been worn by Angela Lansbury for a promotional photo shoot around 1945, and the 1968 film used the dress for promotional imagery for The Legend of Lylah Clare, with Kim Novak as Lylah Clare.

Costume Credit: Michael, Norman, Tom

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#the bride wore red #joan crawford #the big store #du barry was a lady #inez cooper #Angela Lansbury #the legend of lylah clare #kim novak #adrian #costume drama #period drama

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enchantinglyjade · 2 years

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 18

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Honey and Pearl finally have a chat

Warning: Swearing(?), racial issues, pregnancy,

Note: Okay, I know how many people HATE when babies are added into fanfics, but I am trying my ABSOLUTE BEST to make this actually enjoyable and kind of put a twist on how I typically see children being introduced in writing, so please trust the process.

Also, I hope this chapter isn’t too confusing. It switches between present day and flashbacks

Song: Mary Don’t You Weep - Inez Andrews

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Every day that passed only became harder. I went through all of Ma’s belongings, staring at them for hours while I reminisced on the past. Most days I was living in my memories just to get myself by.

“Well, ain’t she just precious, Loretta.” Gladys says admiring the young little girl in her new Sunday dress.

Loretta huffs adjusting in her spot to find a more comfortable position against the hard, wilted wood of the porch. “Been drivin me crazy these past few days, won’t let me get through her hair or nothin.”

“Hey, new girl! Nice dress.” A boy pesters from behind the fence.

The girl turns, wide eyed until crossing her arms upon seeing the owner of the voice.

Gladys smiles at the sight. “Look at that, they’re tryna talk to you, Honey. Why don’t you go along and play with ‘em. And boys! Make sure you include Honey this time!”

“We don’t wanna play with a girl!” Thomas whines.

Loretta shoos away his complaining, kicking out her bare feet across the sand. “She’s the only girl you ever gone see if you keep that up. Just play one game with her, please.”

The three boys groan their way to the backyard, where a ball is left on the ground from their last session. Elvis begins kicking the ball around with Thomas, while Michael walks up to Honey. “Just stay over here while we play. Don’t get in the way.” He commands.

She crosses her arms. “What makes you think I wanna play with you anyway, ugly boy.”

Thomas and Elvis pause their game to hold in their laughter. “Psh, you couldn’t play even if you tried.” Michael sneers.

Honey smiles. “Scared you’ll get whooped by a girl?”

“OOO!” The two boys shout, laughing at Micheal’s upset and embarrassed face. “I want her on my team!” Thomas raises his hand.

Michael groans. “Come on, foo’s. She can’t play with us.”

Elvis pats the shoulder of his friend. “Nah, she got you good. She can play.”

Pearl and I haven’t talked since that day. Originally I thought about moving away and never speaking to her again. I wanted so badly to just disappear from the world, I already had so much to figure out about the future, I couldn’t stand her attitude on top of it. But a few days after the funeral, I made dinner for the two of us. We sat at the table in silence. I had so much pain in me, but looking at her that night struck something.

Her eyes were dull, hair unbrushed, sadly picking at her food. She looked worse than I had ever seen her. But what hurt the most was that I remembered she was barely 18. She’s just a kid that lost her daddy too. I was the only family member she had left, and same for me. I’m not much older than her, but enough that it felt like my responsibility to step up as the big sister and take care of her. Take care of her and…someone else in the future now too.

Honey and the boys sit outside under the hot sun, church bells ring in the near distance. She grazes her fingers through the grass, snapping up dandelions from the weeds and weaving the stems through her tangles of hair. She keeps a handful of dandelions in her hand to bury her face into every now and again to take in their sweet yet earthy aroma.

“Would’ya quit sniffin them things. You already know it don’t smell like nothin but grass and dirt.” Elvis teases her. She pouts, throwing one towards his face. He laughs at her attempt, catching it before it can hit his cheek. “Keep stickin your nose in them things and we’ll have to call you Bumble.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “Bumble?” She questions.

“Yeah, you know, like the bee. Those big fat ones that pollinate on them flowers. Hey! You’re even fluffy like one too!” He states excitedly, reaching out to rat her curls.

“Does it taste okay?” I ask Pearl.

Her head snaps up, shocked that I just spoke to her. She falters for a moment. “Yeah.”

I nod, swallowing down the lump in my throat. Oh god, what am I doing? I drop my fork onto my plate, resting my forehead in my hand. The loud clank startles her, causing her to stare in uncertainty.

“I’m pregnant.” I blurt out. I stare deep into the grain of the table with a dry, sarcastic hum of a laugh. I didn’t have much else to lose, who cares if she knows? She’s bound to find out eventually anyways. My lip quivers as I gather the strength to continue. “Elvis. He doesn’t know.” Finally I look up at her, tears rolling down my numb face.

“Michael, stop. She ain’t all that bad.”

“Nah, she’s always tryna do what we’re doin and be like us, but she ain’t.” He says, before storming off in a fit.

Honey stands behind one of her porch’s pillars, hiding her glistening eyes. Elvis sees this and immediately walks up to her. “Honey, don’t cry.” But him taking notice only made the tears come out faster. “It don’t matter what he say. I think you’re fine just the way you are.”

She sniffles. “But you’re always making fun of me too.”

He smiles. “Aww, you know I’m just teasin. We all do it all the time. We don’t mean nothin by it. ‘Side, I really like you. I wouldn’t hurt you like that, I’d much rather be your superhero.”

Honey rubs her red eyes, a weak smile tugging at her lips. “Like Captain Marvel?”

His eyes brighten. “Exactly like Captain Marvel.”

She giggles. “What would that make me?”

He thinks for a moment, stroking the nonexist hairs on his soft chin. “A princess.”

She raises her eyebrow. “A princess? That’s not fair, I wanna be someone strong too!”

“You ain’t gotta be strong when you got someone like me.” He teases, kissing the muscles on his scrawny arms.

She rolls her eyes. “Well, even if I’m a princess, I wanna help save the world too.” She demands, arms folded sternly.

He flashes her a generous smile, giving her a promise to hold deep within her heart. “You and me against the world.”

It was from that day forward that their entire view of each other had changed.

Much to my surprise Pearl has an actual sympathetic look on her face. She reaches across the table, grabbing my hand. “I’m sorry.” She says, already choking up. “For everything. My grandparents- Our grandparents used to tell this story about a colored woman that tried to seduce Daddy with her ‘dark magic’, wanted me to think colored folk were all sorts of evil. But you and your Mama are some of the kindest people I have ever met and I feel horrible bout the things I did. I thought acting like grandmaw would help her live on or somethin, but I wasn’t thinkin with my own head.”

She sniffles, rubbing her nose into her sleeve. “I never even liked Elvis, it was all just to make you feel how I did everytime Daddy paid more attention to you. Every time I talked to Elvis all he’d go on about was you. I ain’t never had nobody that talked about me like that or looked at me that way. He really loved you Honey. I thought what y’all were doin was real brave and I can only hope to be as strong as you one day. But I promise you I didn’t call the cops that day!”

Suddenly, she stands up, getting on her knees in front of me. “I’m gonna help you take care of the baby, okay? U-Unless you don’t want me to…?” She pulls her hands away, looking for signs of anger or resentment in my eyes.

I bite my lip, holding back a sob before I pull her into a hug.

She smiles. “I’m gonna help you through this, Honey. We both need each other more than ever right now.”

Pearl and I became incredibly close after that. Pathetic it took something so tragic to finally bring us together, but I was so grateful to have someone with me on this terrifying journey.

Small bike wheels track through the dirt path, coming up to the neighborhood of their owners. The boys catch a glimpse of her at the end of the block.

Honey sits on the porch between her mama’s legs, painfully getting her head yanked back each time her mother starts a new braid in her blonde hair.

The three boys smirk, hair still wet from swimming in the waterhole earlier that day. They quickly adjust their shirts, taking off a strap from their overalls and throwing it over their shoulder to give them a ‘cool’ and uncaring bad boy look. Then they fly by, pedaling fast and talking loud to ensure they caught Honey’s attention.

Elvis pops the wheel on his bike, lifting it in the air for half a second. He smiles, satisfied when he sees a small smirk appear on Honey’s face.

Eventually, I could no longer work and we had no choice but to sell the house and move into one of the poorer neighborhoods on the East side of Memphis. When I said I missed those shack houses in Mississippi, I didn’t know how much I actually meant it until moving here.

Most stores in the area were adorned with broken or boarded up windows and fallen signs. Streets were littered with garbage, rusted cars, and dead trees. And our house was complete with wilted wooden panels, peeling wallpaper, and a smell I could never put my finger on. It was no place to raise a child, but it’d have to do. It’s all we had.

Unfortunately walking and bus taking was something we still had to do since Dad’s car was in the accident. Obviously, I didn’t want Pearl walking alone, so I’d have to make grocery trips with her, baby bump and all.

‘You’re a strong woman, Honey. You’ll get through this.’ Mama’s words haunted me every single day, and every hour that passed it became even harder to believe.

It was hard, for the both of us, but it brought us closer until I finally felt like I had a real sister by my side.

I sit on the couch, rubbing at my sore and stretched belly.

“You got a name yet?” Pearl asks from the floor in front of me.

“Charles.” I say sadly.

She smiles weakly. “And a girl?”

I shrug, with a chuckle. “I don’t know. Maybe somethin original like Maple or Vanilla, like Mama did with me.”

Only a few days later, would I find myself crying and thrashing in the most pain I had ever felt in my life, wishing I had Ma by my side to help me through it. A few months after that, our newest addition to the family ran wildly through our home, ransaking everything in sight and bouncing around with his head full of big blonde curls.

“Charles, baby. Be careful. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” I grab him, picking him up to hold in my arms.

I stroke his soft, puffy cheek as he blows spit bubbles, which naturally pop all over me, but I was used to it by now. He’s got his daddy’s same bright blue eyes and a complexion that would’ve made Ma proud.

He was such a little angel, with an occasional tantrum here and there of course, but he was a smart boy, and a fast learner too. I was so grateful everything turned out easy and peaceful since I hadn’t caught a break for the past year.

Still, I had a big choice to make. Do I tell Charles who his father is? I can’t be like my Mama. I know how much it hurts to have something so personal be kept from you, but now I understand her struggle. Will he try to go after him one day? Will he be disappointed that Elvis is his father? Will he hate me if I never tell him?

Which brings me to the flip side of that issue; Do I tell Elvis? How do I tell him? Will he be disappointed with his son? Will he hate me for not telling him by now? What will happen between him and his new girl if I tell them?

My head hurt just thinking about everything.

On the bright side, I guess my wish of having kids with Elvis came true after all, but I didn’t have my Elvis to share it with.

“Come on, Bumble! Go up there with me!”

He tugs on her arm, but she panically plants her feet right into the ground. “Elvis, I don’t wanna go up there in front of everyone!”

“It’ll be fine. Come on!” With one hard tug, she falls forward, stumbling towards the stage with him.

The choir smiles at them, as well as their mothers. The reverend shouts a heavenly cry, preaching up to the sky.

“Come on, dance! Don’t you feel it?” He asks.

She did feel it. She felt power and dreams course through her veins from their singing. She looks around nervously, before Elvis makes an effort to bring her attention back over to him. His smile eases her little heart. Slowly, she lets his energy infect her, matching his rhythmic jumping and throwing her hands out to her sides.

‘Mmm Mary, don’t you weep

Ohh, Martha, don’t you moan

Pharoah’s army drowned in the Red Sea.’

Eventually all that I had saved up from working at Handy quickly dwindled away, and Pearl and I had no choice but to take up jobs again. Pearl was the first. She easily came by a nice job at one of our local groceries stores, I on the other hand had a few issues to work out. After days of searching I finally came across the church. I applied for their choir, which luckily I was hired for. I was nervous to start singing again, but at least I could build my voice back up without being heard too upfront, not to mention it was the only job that came with daycare.

I grew up on the music and loved it, but honestly, being back in the church was hard for me. I was anything but pure, and people knew it.

Night had fallen. They should have gone back home by now, but they were too entranced by the bar that was more lively than ever. Peeking into the window, the two find a scene that blessed their senses. This was something different, something they had never heard before, something they knew they shouldn’t be seeing.

“We should try that.” The boy says.

Honey jumps down from the window to face him. “I don’t know how to dance like that, Elvis”

“Neither do I. I just copy what they do.”

She falters for a moment, unsure if she should give in to the things she was feeling, but puts her hands on his shoulders no less. They sway back and forth to the music that muffled through the poor sealing of the window. She lifts her head to peek through the glass every now and again to make sure she’s imitating the adult woman correctly.

Then she sees them do something she knew her mama wouldn’t like. The dancer twirls her hips, reaching up to leave a heated kiss against the man she was with.

Honey shrugs. Well, if it was what they were doing.

She moves closer to Elvis, reaching up until-

A gasp fills the air, loud above the blues music coming from inside the building. The two children part from each other in horror, seeing Ms. James towering above them.

“Go on back home, boy, ‘fore I tell ya mama what you been up to.” She threatens. He swiftly scurries off, leaving Honey to her mother. She grabs her childs hand, marching back to their house. “Honey, if I ever catch you doin that again, I swear-. You ain’t listenin to anymore of that music!”

Oh, I got plenty looks when people saw Charles and I, ‘specially when I’d have to explain the whole father situation. My usual story was that his dad went into the army, but as time rolled by, everyone began to realize how unlikely of a story that was. For those that cared enough, rumors were passed around. Some say I slept with so many men that I didn’t actually know who the father was. Others think he was born from a one night stand. Obviously, I couldn’t tell them Elvis was the father, and I doubt that would HELP to ease all the rumors anyway. Regardless, I quickly became the epitome and walking consequence of lust.

Honey’s mother didn’t let her leave often after that, leaving her silenced in her room. Only occasionally would she be allowed out to play with the boys, including the day she finally got to share a special kiss with her especially favorite friend.

She was excited to see Elvis again, hoping to have another moment like that again as soon as possible, but when she sees him again she’s met with something that breaks her heart.

“I ain’t got no idea what you’re talkin bout.”

She crosses her arms, hoping and praying he was just pulling another prank on her. “Yesterday…when you kissed me…”

He chuckles in a sarcastic tone. “I don’t remember nothin. You musta been dreamin bout me.” He says with a smirk, the other boys snickering behind him.

She had never felt so embarrassed in her life. Betrayed by someone she thought was her friend.

I ran into B.B. King a few times at the church, who became a frequent visitor after that, when he wasn’t on tour anyways.

He came up to me on my way out one day. “Honey, long time no see.” He says, hugging me.

I squeeze him back, so very happy to see a familiar face after so long. “It’s so nice to see you, King.”

One of the girls brings Charles into the room, playfully chasing after him and his sloppy, bow legged steps.

He pulls away with a sad look. “I saw about E.P.” He awkwardly tucks his hands into his pocket. I respond with a defeated sign. “Now, it ain’t none of my business, but if you don’t mind me askin, what happened between you two? You both seemed real happy together, besides the whole jail thing, which I assume played a role in all of this.”

I let out a weak chuckle. “What? He never told you what happened himself?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, we lost touch a while ago.”

Charles stomps his way over to grab onto my leg with a toy in his mouth, his wet hands instantly getting slobber on my shin. I pick him up, awkwardly turning back to King.

“Honey, I’m sorry about all the things I said to you before.”

“It’s okay, Michael. I know you were just jealous you weren’t as good at playing ball as I was.” She states confidently.

He laughs, neither denying nor confirming the accuracy of her words, but instead fumbling with his fingers. “It’s just that- Honey, I-”

“What are you two doin?” Elvis interrupts.

They both look up at him, neither pleased by his presence. Honey crosses her arms, turning back to Michael. “You were saying.”

“Well, I, uh…” He swallows, nervously.

Honey waits for him to answer, but Elvis catches on fast, pushing Michael off of the bench before he can spill his next words. Elvis throws punches at him, but Michael throws them right back. Honey jumps up, attempting to push them away from each other, but it does no good.

“You never even liked her!” Elvis shouts.

“Man, you don’t either, remember!”

“Boys! What the hell’s going on here?!”

It takes their mothers to finally pry them away from each other. They breath heavily, eyeing each other while they get dragged away.

King raises a confused eyebrow. “That baby yours?”

I nod. “Yeah… His name’s Charles.”

He takes a closer look at him, taking in his lighter complexion, blonde hair, and baby blue eyes. He cranes his neck back in thought, before hesitating out, “E.P.’s?”

I stay quiet, biting at my lip and bouncing the baby on my hip. He takes this as a yes.

“He know?”

I shake my head, still not trusting my strength to admit anything out loud just yet.

He pulls me into another hug. “Look, anytime you need anything you tell me. You know us Handy kids will always be a family.” He pulls away, smiling at the baby. “Besides, you’re too talented to lose.”

“Oh whatever.” I laugh out, before taking on a sympathetic tone. “But thank you.”

“We’re moving away.” He says, glooming under the warm, sunny day.

“Okay, Elvis.” She states doubtfully.

He’s always saying him and his family are gonna travel the world and do this and that, but he never does, nothing but little lies and big dreams. The boy who cried wolf. It’s not until she looks outside her window the next morning that she realizes for once he was telling the truth.

Elvis sits in the back of his family’s car, his father packing the final bag in the trunk.

Her heart quickens. She speedily races outside, standing on her lawn as the family drives past her. Elvis watches his friend from the window, waving. She was in too much shock to wave back, but she’d regret for years that she didn’t. Her friend was gone. And she’d never see him again.

Or so she thought.

The days became an endless game of survival, trying to keep Pearl safe and Charles happily fed. Always felt like there wasn’t enough of something.

Life felt like nothing but a yellow brick road, except there was no good witch, no singing or dancing, no powerful wizard to fix all my problems, just an endless road that once led to my dreams, but after years of walking, I had long given up hope of ever finding my way home again.

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omegaremix · 3 months

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Omega Radio for February 24, 2014; #47.

Laura Nyro “Buy And Sell”

Tim Weisberg “Killing Me Softly With His Song”

Smoke “Shelda”

Gianni Oddi “Kimono Pop”

William B. Tanner “The Cat”

Jacky Giordano “Train”

Puccio Roelens “Northern Lights”

Blue Mitchell “Delilah”

Phil Upchurch & Tennyson Stephens “South Side Morning”

Eddie Harris & Les McCann “Set Us Free”

Joe Simon “It Be’s That Way Sometimes”

Rance Allen Group “Give My All To You”

Exuma “Silver City”

Orchestra Julian “Do It With Class”

Modern Soul Band “5 Hach Nalb 7”

Eddie Bo & Inez Cheatham “Lover And A Friend”

Black Sugar “Kathy”

Lalo Schiffrin & The Mike Curb Congregation “Burning Bridges”

Blackrock “Yeah Yeah”

Bayete “Free Angela (Thoughts…And All I Got To Say)”

Michael De Albuquerque “Sweet Mirth”

Gladys McFadden & The Loving Sisters “Never Gonna Turn Around”

Jeannie Reynolds “I’m Hooked On You”

Riff Raff “Original Man”

General Lee & The Space Army Band “We Did It Baby” part 1 & 2

John Tropea “Can’t Hide Love”

Teddy Lasry “Los Angeles”

Gil Flat “End Of A Story” part 2

Leroy Vinnegar “Doing That Thing"

Modern Sound Quartet “Eerie Night”

Pierre Arvay “Sky Way”

Rubba “Way Star”

Guru Guru “Taoma”

Bill Summers “Brazilian Skies”

George Duke “Feel”

Herbie Hancock “Spiraling Prism”

Tony Hymas “Final Inspection”

Azymuth “Fly Over The Horizon (Vôo Sobre O Horizonte)”

Bonus broadcast of vinyl treasures, sampling, crate-digging, soul, funk, groove, R&B, jazz, and fusion.

#omega #music #playlists #mixtapes #vinyl #sampling #crate-digging #funk #soul #groove #R&B #jazz #fusion #Azymuth #Herbie Hancock #George Duke #Bill Summers #Phil Upchurch #Laura Nyro

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sporadiceagleheart · 6 days

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here's a tribute edit for statues of those who passed away Inez Briggs, Mary Jane Barker, Maud H. Munn, George Sturgis Pillsbury, Margaret Raithel, Marie “Mary” Raithel, Caddy Naugle, Tacie Hannah Fargo, Dorothy Wade Huff, Grace Sherwood Allen, Gracie Perry Watson, "Little" Annie Kerr Aiken (1853-56), Annie Oakley, Anne Frank, Kelly Ann Fleming, Dr. Seuss, Louis B. Mayer, Judy Garland, Clockwise, from far left: the poignant Boy in the Boat; cemetery guides and stone seating by the cemetery entrance; statue of Revolutionary War Major General Joseph Warren, also a doctor, who was slain during the Battle of Bunker Hill; and one of the many picturesque vistas at Forest Hills, Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynn, John Denver, Michael Jackson, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Walt Disney, James Brown, Ray Charles,Terry, Elvis Presley, Greyfriars Bobby, Austin was only six when he died, Andrea the Giant, Dusty Rhodes, And Emmett Till

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existence-is-useless · 9 months

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The Dresden Files vine Compilation

Now I know I’m (checks to see when vine died) six years late, but whatever. I like vine compilations.

Now I don’t know how to actually make vine compilations so I just typed everything up. Hope ya’ll enjoy it anyway. I’m putting it under a readmore so that the people don’t care can scroll through it easier.

Murphy: How much money do you have?

Harry: Oh, like 69 cents.

Murphy: Oh, you know what that means?

Harry (in tears): I don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets.

Thomas: So what do you want to eat?

Lasciel’s shadow: The souls of the innocent.

Harry: A bagel.

Lasciel’s shadow: No!

Harry: Two bagels.

Anastasia: Do you remember one time I liked you?

Harry: No.

Anastasia: Good, because it never happened.

Molly: Dad look, it’s the good kush.

Michael: This is the dollar store, how good can it be?

Lea: WHAT ARE THOOOOSE?

Harry: These are my crocs.

Harry: I heard this place is haunted. Apparently some girl died here when she was like 9--

Inez: I’m 11 so shut the fuck up.

Harry (playing guitar and singing): Hey, how you doing? Well I’m doing just fine. I lied, I’m dying inside.

Mortimer: Good credit, bad credit, no credit no problem. What you dead? Fuck it, ghost credit.

Ghost Harry: I’m gonna get a subaru.

Butters: Stop saying I look like Chicken Little. He’s dumb and he’s a coward. And I’m not a coward.

Harry: Road work ahead? Yeah, I sure hope it does.

Harry, bursts into room: HEY! HEY!

Murphy (Whispering): Shhh. Maggy’s sleeping.

Harry (whispering): Sorry.

Murphy (Whispering): What’s up?

Harry (whispering): There’s a fire.

Harry: Please Mab, just let me just have one good day.

Queen Mab: Oh my god, you again? Give it a rest buddy.

Harry: I eat Cheerios because they’re heart healthy and my heart has been severely damaged. So Elaine if you’re out there--

Harry: Why is your report card on the ceiling?

Maggy: You said bring my grades up.

Harry: I did say that.

Harry: would you rather kill Thomas or--

Lara: Yes, kill him.

Harry; I didn’t finish.

Lara: I didn’t need to hear it

Thomas: I’m feeling a little unsafe.

Thomas: Hey, do you want a pizza?

Lasciel’s shadow: Only if the topping is the flesh stripped from your bones.

Harry: I’ll have a slice.

Molly: Just remember: no one will ever be able hate to you more than you already hate yourself.

Harry: Like a good neighbor, Allstate is there.

Mike the mechanic seeing The Blue Beetle: What the fuck? You better buy a bicycle.

Harry: What the fuck is this?

Michael: Watch your profanity.

Murphy: Harry, this is a crime scene.

Harry (grabbing ice cream from the freezer): What is this the murder weapon? Get off my dick.

#the dresden files #jim butcher #harry dresden #vine compilation

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