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genuinely wondering why phil was considered the "ugly one" out of dan and phil. he's so hot? like there was a time where by some fans phil was literally seen as second best always... has that changed completely? i see more phillies than dannies these days which used to be absolutely the other way round if i remember correctly... like maybe it's just due to the fact that the fans grew up and delevoped some brain cells and/or phil having a glow up. what do you think abt this?

caveat: attraction is subjective and this is not a definitive guide as to what counts as hotness, nor is hotness the epitome of existence or something that people 'need' in order to exist, but instead this serves as an exploration into the culture surrounding perception of appearance as it relates to dan and phil, with care to note that 'conventional' beauty standards are highly correlated with white features and are problematic for many reasons but especially the racist aspect. i do not endorse the 'conventional' standard as the only acceptable one, but it would be remiss to ignore the fact that it plays a role in this conversation, especially in 2010s culture.

this is an interesting question for me because i don't Get all the layers of attraction just in general. so much of it makes very little sense, despite how hard i've tried to understand it. and what i've found out is that it's not supposed to make sense, it's something that just is and. well. my brain doesn't like that 😂 i've 'learned' what 'conventional' beauty standards are and thus can somewhat identify 'objectively' attractive people/qualities, but i'm absolutely just three possums in a trenchcoat on good days 🤣 so my best approximation is as follows:

- phil *pulled* back in the day online

- he stopped playing into it as much and because he wasn't exuding it as much, people stopped seeing it

- combine this with the less traditionally masculine energy he conveyed, alongside moving moreso away from the fully 'emo' look

- i think his fashion sense/choices played into this as well, came across very much like 'guy in tshirt' --which is fine, but unless your features really meet societal beauty standards at the time, it's not 'selling' you in the 'hot' department

- as well, contrasted with dan who had more of the 'societal beauty standard' look, people were less likely to see him in that role, especially because he seemed quite happy not being there (i'd argue some of it was a confidence thing too, especially on a day to day--the outfits video in gamingmas kind of confirmed that for me. he Knew he rocked that plaid suit, cause he did, but i don't think he felt that about his every day attire)

- people love to sort people into boxes and did as much with dnp, especially in making dnp 'opposites' (despite this not actually being true)

- truly think the fringe staying as long as it did didn't help, especially when, self-admittedly, it got a little blocky near the end.

- i think quiff really unlocked something in him. it really suited him, and he felt quite confident about it, as he had every right to. this, combined with a fashion upgrade in him paying a little more attention to it and developing his own personal style, people started to notice. (also dan hyping him up publicly about it made us talk about it more too)

- further style enhancements, more quiff experience led to him experimenting a little more, which let him find things he really liked

- i also think he's learned how to pose better/isnt 'being intentionally awkward' in pictures as much

- his ykw i want a change and idc what you all think attitude in going back to brown, and then into messy--he really Knows he's attractive now and how to dress himself to bring that out (even if he doesnt feel like it all the time)

there has definitely been a shift--i think the fandom has gotten smaller, and a lot of their 'mainstream' audience were dannies back in the heyday bc of the 'societal beauty standards'. so combine many of those people leaving, at a similar timeline to phil figuring his 'look' out, his audience getting older (and the lesbians being Very fond of him), and his consistency in uploading the last few years, i think it all swirls into this current existence where there's a lot of phillies out there and they're loud and proud about it (as they should be), especially cause a lot of them have Always Known but it wasn't the 'popular' take at the time.

i am but a hapless dannie and any phillies who would like to share their two cents/drag me for being wrong pls do so

#i hope this makes sense #there has absolutely been a culture shift and there's a lot of reasons imo why #dnp #c.text #answered

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [25]

chapter twenty-five, act three: so far (it's alright)

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March 3rd 2015

“No, no, no, no. No.”

Tommie groans rolling her eyes a she yawns loudly, “Rod-”

“No, please don’t lecture me right now, just- just let me rant.”

She doesn’t argue, just falls back onto the cushions behind her as he turns to Adam, “I need more… more emotion.”

“More emotion?” Adam asks, rubbing his hand from how long he’s been holding his guitar. This is the eighth time in the last three hours (yes, he has been sitting in the booth for three hours with no break) that Matty has interrupted his guitar solo in their new song they’re recording.

Adam runs his tongue across his teeth, “I have some emotion for you, Matty-”

“If you say anger-”

“It’s anger, that’s the emotion I have right now.”

Matty sighs, hands clasped in front of him, lips pursed as they rest on top of his fingertips like some sort of painter studying their muse.

His hair is tied up and his glasses are on his face, “Okay, yes, channel the anger, it’s a song about the patriarchy-”

“Pretty sure it's a song about your narcissism.” Tommie pipes up from the floor and he kicks at her foot as he passes, slapping an asleep George on the shoulder causing him to jump awake.

Tommie rolls over, head propped up on her hand to look over at Ross who's lounging on the only settee in their little makeshift studio in London.

“You relaxed over there?”

He grins, “Very, might just have a nap.”

“Yeah, have one for me.” She groans getting up and grabbing the guitar from Adam to take his place, “What if I do the solo?”

Everyone looks at her slowly and she shrugs, “What?”

“You never want to do solos.”

“I believe you said, ‘why would I solo when I don’t feel yolo?’.”

“That’s such nonsense, why would I say that?”

She did say it. Yesterday. After Adam begged her to do it since Matty had already been on his arse about it.

Matty sighs, pushing his glasses up on his head and pinching the bridge of his nose, “Fine, whatever, I don't care, just someone do it.”

She shoos him out of the studio and puts the headphones on, they push her hair up awkwardly and when she catches sight of her reflection in the window she pats down the little Elvis styled quiff. She listens to the drum beat they’ve been working on the past week through the headphones, her head bobbing along to the beat.

Her fingers make quick work, instead of playing what Adam had been doing she lets her mind wander, moving with the beat of the drum line instead of the bass where she thinks is maybe what Adam was struggling with.

Matty swings open the door running over to her, she barely has time to put the guitar down before they’re on the floor and he's peppering kisses all over her cheeks and forehead, “You are my favourite person in the studio right now. That’s exactly what I imagined.”

She pushes him off of her and lifts herself up, smiling at Adam who mimes, ‘thank you’ through the glass.

She checks her phone for the time, 3:33 am, sighing as she stretches until her back pops, Ross distantly yelling his annoyance at her habit, “Call it a night?”

“No, wait, we have to finish-”

“Matty,” She says, turning to him and taking his hands in her own, “Everyones exhausted, it’s only been three days and we’ve almost finished the first song on the list, we’re on track, we’re not going to fall behind. And if we don’t all have a good night's sleep, in an actual bed, then we’re not gonna go much further than that.”

He sighs, head falling to rest on her shoulder as she moves her hands up and down his arms, tracing over his tattoos, “Yeah?”

His voice is muffled into her top as he repeats the word back to her.

“You tired?” She asks softly.

“No-” His word is broken off by a yawn and he brings a hand up to cover his mouth as he watches the rest of the guys start packing up.

“Come on, I’ll drive us back.”

“I’m okay.”

“If you fall asleep at the wheel and we die, I’ll kill you.”

She snatches the keys from his hand, collecting only her phone and jacket, leaving her bag here for tomorrow as she collects the boys one by one.

She drops Adam off at his place, promising to pick him up later than scheduled so he can have a nice lie in, then she drops Ross off at the end of their street before parking in the car park.

She’s staying with George and Matty for the next couple weeks as they record, it saves for the journey up and down, and she's hoping they’ll finish earlier than planned so she can go home to her own place.

When she gets in, George goes straight to his room, placing a kiss on her head and thanking her for driving before disappearing.

Matty comes up behind her as she's kicking her shoes off to wrap his arms around her and lazily lean himself on her. She pushes him off for long enough to line her shoes up with the skirting boards that are lining their flat walls. As soon as she’s standing upright again, socked feet on the cold floor, Matty’s arms are around her again.

“Go to bed.”

“Okay,” He whispers quietly, letting her go to walk to this room, “Do you-”

“Bed.”

He nods and closes his door making sure not to close it completely like George had as she lies out on their settee.

It probably takes her five minutes after her head hits the pillow to fall asleep, she’s not sure how long it is when her name is whispered and she’s shaken awake from her dreamless slumber.

It's still dark, and she feels groggy. That's how she knows she hasn’t been there long.

“Tom?”

“Hmm?”

“Watch a film with me?”

“It’s like four in the morning.”

He shrugs, “It’s four thirty.”

“Go back to bed.”

“I can’t sleep.” He whispers, then when she looks up to see him, where he’s sat on the coffee table watching her, she sees the desperation in his eyes, “Please?”

He picks at the skin on his hand and when her eyes drift down to it he notices, pulling the sleeves of his crew neck over his hands to stop himself.

She nods and goes to pull herself up but he shakes his head, “Don’t, don’t get up, it’s okay. I’m sorry, shouldn’t have woken you up-”

He stands and she reaches for his hand, turning onto her side she pats the cushion and he sits there beside her. Her stomach is pressed into his side and she lifts one leg to slide under him.

“It’s fine. What movie?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know.”

She’s still holding his hand, thumb rubbing back and forth over the back of it. She looks up at him, his long curly hair falling over and covering his eyes.

“Okay, you pick one and I’ll-”

“Stay right here, it’s okay, you don't have to move.”

He moves to get the remote, putting the volume right down as George is sometimes a light sleeper.

Then he slides down to sit on the floor but she tugs at his collar, “Come up here.”

“I won’t fit.”

“You will, come on.” She pushes herself back into the cushions and he awkwardly lies in front of her. She wraps her arms around him pulling him back into her chest, her legs fitting in between his.

Button perks up from the armchair she’s been sleeping on and jumps up with them, curling herself up behind their slightly bent knees.

Matty lifts the remote, looking through the channels until he settles on some old American war movie on the history channel.

Tommie yawns, forehead resting against his neck as she plays with his long hair.

“Any reason you can’t-” She breaks herself off with another yawn, “Can’t sleep?”

He shrugs a little, his hands falling to where hers are on his stomach, “I don’t know. My head is going too fast.”

She unlaces one hand from his to lift it up to his forehead, rubbing slow circles into his skin until his eyes are fluttering shut.

“I feel like,” He shrugs a little, trying to find the right words, “Like we’re running out of time. Metaphorically, I mean we’ve completed three songs already last year, this new ones almost done, we have plenty of time. But I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“People. What they’ll think when this new one comes out, I mean they reacted-mostly- good to the first one. What if they’re disappointed. You know, what if their expectations are so high-”

“Are you happy with what we’ve done so far?”

So far they've completed UGH!, Paris, The Sound and are half way through Love Me. A few others songs are written, he also has some he won’t let any of them see yet.

“Very, it’s all gre-”

“So am I. And Ross, George, Adam, we all are. That's all that matters.”

He sighs before awkwardly twirling so they’re face to face, his nose brushes her, and when she yawns, bowing her head a little, his lips brush against her forehead, “Do you have any fears?” He asks, “About the album?”

She gives a playful scoff and nods, “Of course I do. I’m a right Anxious Annie, you know that.”

He lifts his hand, slowly tracing his fingers up her arm until they reach her face leaving goosebumps and a warm trail behind. Then he moves just his pinky finger across her cheek bone, dragging along until he pulls the stray strands of hair behind her ear.

She’s silent, holding her breath as her eyes stay on him, only him, and he whispers, “Show me yours, I'll show you mine.”

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March 29th 2015

“Thanks for doing this.” Tommie says as they collect their luggage from the carousel.

Matty lifts his head in acknowledgement, “Yeah, I wanted to record out here anyway.”

She nods, “Still, thank you. It means a lot.”

“Tommie!”

She turns, smiling as they see Caleb through the crowd waiting for her. Matty watches the smile brighten just a little and he takes her suitcase nodding for her to go ahead.

She walks over to Caleb, letting his arms swallowing her into a hug as he sways them back and forth, “We finished it,” He tells her, “The EP, which means that for the next, however long , that you’re here, you and I-”

“Caleb, I’m here for work too, not just pleasure.”

“But, I’m done now, we can spend a little more time together.” He sighs taking her hands, “I know things between us have been… rough lately, but-”

“I know, and I’m happy for you guys, can’t wait to hear it, but I have recording to do too. We have to go straight there right now, you can come if you want.”

He steps back, “Uh,” He glances up at the rest of the band as they approach, eyes meeting Matty’s who's staring right at him, “I’m good, got plans with the guys, see you for dinner tonight?”

She nods, leaning up on her tiptoes, instead of letting her meet his lips he turns his head so she kisses his cheek.

She purses her lips, trying not to allow her annoyance to show and clears her throat. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I get it, we’re in the same industry, remember. I understand.”

“Same industry, different levels.” Matty says as he walks on ahead, sunglasses on ready when he sees the distant flashes outside of the airport.

Tommie pauses for a few seconds as Adam comes up beside her, “Let him go out and distract them, we’ll sneak on past quickly then.”

She nods watching Matty lift his hand to wave at the fans and paparazzi waiting, she goes to turn and grip Caleb’s hand but sees he's walked ahead already, slipping out unnoticed with no attention on him.

She groans and turns to Adam who holds his hand out for her to take, Ross pulls her hood up and covers her face making her giggle as he tightens the strings. “See?”

“No.”

“Exactly,” He grins, “You can’t see them, they can’t see you. Logic.”

George shakes his head, sliding his glasses on, “That is awful logic.”

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Tommie winces as the door is a little too loud as she closes it, she glances around the dark apartment, her backpack still on her shoulders and aeroplane clothes still being worn.

She yawns, checking the time on her phone, 5:32.

She drops her bag by the table and creeps towards Caleb’s bedroom, only he’s not there, the bed is empty, it’s been made and his bag and phone aren’t in their usual spots.

She blinks, trying to get rid of the jet lag she still feels from their long flight, never mind the added fourteen hours in the studio.

Taking her phone out she sends him a text.

To: Caleb

Where are you? X

Delivered 5:36

She sighs and looks around his room, it’s plain. White walls, three photo frames, one for each of his family members on the wall, a little wardrobe and a bed with a total of two pillows.

A noise in the kitchen startles her and she gets up quickly to go out into the kitchen.

She creeps out quietly, peeking through the little window, suddenly a head pops up and she jumps with a frightened gasp.

“Jesus!”

“Nope, just me.” James grins.

She holds a hand over her heart and shakes her head, “Scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry, OJ?”

“No thanks.”

She leans through the opening to look at him, “Uh, where’s Caleb?”

“Oh, he tried calling you, did you get his message?”

She shakes her head slowly, “Friend of ours from back home, well, his childhood best friend is out here visiting, so he’s gone to see them, said something about staying at their hotel with them.”

She nods with a sigh and purses her lips heading for her bag, “You can just stay here, sleep in his room.”

“Gonna go back to the studio, left early anyway.”

James nods, “See you later then.”

“Ta-ra.”

“Who’s Tara?”

She sighs, closing the door behind her and getting her phone out. The line rings three times before he picks up.

“Can you come pick me up? Please.”

“Yeah, of course. Where are you?”

“Caleb’s place, he’s not here.”

“On my way.”

She smiles to herself as she heads downstairs, “Thanks, Matt.”

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༄࿔ witchcraft and treason

summary ; drabble requested by anon for my 1k follower celebration.

“can I request no.23 from the confessions prompt list for daemon?”

“23. after everything you've done, i still love you. with all i am.”

pairing ; daemon targaryen x reader

notes ; couldn’t figure out how to work in a way that the reader and daemon are lowkey enemies to lovers,, but this is that trope 🙈 wrote this at work so spare me 🤲

objectively speaking in the eyes of anyone at court, daemon targaryen was everything short of a good man.

sure, the dragon prince did have his fair moments; he defended his brothers life, smashed the triarchy resistance, and effectively reasserted control over kings landing in the name of his brother – or was it for self glory?

but, sometimes the bad outweighed the good, plaguing any positive notion and cursing it with woe. he promoted obscenities about his family after the death of prince baelon, he evaded his duties as a husband, and took action without the kings leave.

he was a rebel, a scoundrel, a prince without honor.

but by seven gods, he was charming, good, and passionate to yourself. undoubtedly, it was very hard to resist his looks and charm, and you succumbed to them like surely any other courtly lady would.

it was the talk of court, of course; about how the fleeting moments you had, the passionate, angry intimacy shared in a linen closet, or the late night adventures he took you on were enough to compel the prince to preform uxoricide. those brave enough to make such allegations against the prince, never failed to mention your name and how you bewitched him into treasonous behavior.

he had summoned you to his chambers; publicly, in front of your lady friends at court. you’re sure it was some spiteful way to get back at his brother – he knew the ladies of court would not fail to spread gossip; like wildfire to a dry forest. at his command, you made the journey to his room in the apartment tower of the red keep. how he was still hanging on to his duties at court, you didn’t know, but you assumed he would be booted sooner or later.

“daemon.” your voice is bordering a warning, a small, fleeting reminder that this was considered unholy, and could lead to embarrassment if caught by the wrong people. but, it feels so good; the way his lips hungrily suck on the soft skin of your neck, sending tingles down your spine and into your toes. it’s electrifying; sharp shoots of pain that he soothes with practiced licks, a hum leaving him as you say his name.

he retreats, face removing itself from the crook of your neck as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes, lips pink, “do you love me?”

“admittedly, i do, still,” you hum, licking your lips and playing with short, growing ends of his silver hair.

there’s a flash of certainty that reflects in his eyes when his search yours. he looks shy, almost, when he moves away, allowing you to relax against the cold marble of the wall – the warmth he shared leaving you.

“despite everything you’ve done,” he responds, sitting on a nearby chair. he rests an elbow on the table adjacent to it, his hand running through the quiff of his hair as if to soothe his own nerves. your legs carry you to him and gently run your hands up and down his bicep, trailing up towards his shoulders and the nape of his neck. he relaxes into your touch, closing his eyes to enjoy the comfort and warmth it brings. “every insult, every argument.”

“i still love you, with all that i am.”

pairing the soft poetics of the sentence, there’s a mellow silence that blankets the space between you. a glimmer of excitement, mischief, and a wickedness shines within his eyes. his quiet confession is heart-rendering, tenderizing your heart with its foreign sincerity.

“am i a fool?”

you bite back a smile, shaking your head as heat floods to your face as the next words fall with a teasing remark, “no, but i must say, what treason have you committed now, daemon?”

his lips curve into a smile, one that’s knowing and reciprocating the jest that’s being shared. he looks up at you, hands roaming freely over the clothed skin that he’s deemed his. there’s butterflies that flit in your stomach, and with his lingering touch, warmth spreads where his fingers splayed.

“if this is treason to be with you,” he purrs, a wicked smirk widening his once innocent grin, “so be it.”

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen fic #daemon targaryen #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #hotd blurb #daemon targaryen blurb #house-strong 1k celebration #my writing

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The Led Zeppelin Connection

When Robert Plant was about 10 years old, in 1958, he used to do an Elvis impersonation behind the curtains in his living room, arguably looking for a certain ambience that Elvis’ early records had. He used to have a quiff and spent hours in front of the mirror trying to emulate Elvis’ moves. Both him and Jimmy Page used to listen to Radio Luxembourg, a foreign radio station that at the time was the only way to listen to rock ‘n’ roll music in the UK. It couldn’t always be tuned in and it was staticky, but in their homes with ears to the speakers they would pick up fragments of Fats Domino, Buddy Holly or Elvis Presley. Robert’s parents were worried about the influence rock ‘n’ roll had on their son and one day, while he was listening to his favorite music, even pulled the plug off the radio. He didn’t desist of course and it was through Elvis that he learned about the Delta Blues. Rock ‘n’ roll and R&B records were only found in second-hand shops in the UK back then, left behind by Americans or discarded from jukeboxes, so that’s what Page and Plant focused on separately while Elvis was drafted into the army.

What sparked Jimmy Page musically, however, even before discovering Chuck Berry in 1956, was Elvis’ rockabilly classic “Baby, Let’s Play House”, which he heard first on that staticky radio. Even though the allusion in the lyrics about living in sin didn’t hit him until years later, that song, he confessed in an interview, turned him on and sent shivers up his spine, so much so that he decided to take up a guitar left behind at his house and learn to play it. Soon enough, he formed a skiffle band and started to emulate solos from guitarists he liked, especially James Burton (who played guitar in Ricky Nelson’s hits and would later play his famous pink Telecaster in Elvis’ TCB band). Like Elvis, Jimmy would bring his guitar to school and sometimes it got confiscated for the day. He bought a record player in 1960 and got the early Elvis records he liked, such as “Lawdy Miss Clawdy” and “Tryin’ to Get to You”. “That music was refreshing”, observed Page many years later, “when all you heard before was Rosemary Clooney”.

It was only in 1968 however that Page and Plant joined forces and with John Bonham and John Paul Jones formed Led Zeppelin. Rock music had evolved a lot from ‘50s rock ‘n’ roll to 70s hard rock, but Elvis’ influence can be heard everywhere in Robert Plant’s delivery, in some of his stage moves and in the lyrics too (“It's been a long time, been a long time / Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time” - “Rock and Roll” from Led Zeppelin IV). Having watched Elvis for years, Led Zeppelin also learned how to use their bodies on stage to emphasize the feel of the music – striking poses, shaking their hips, thrusting their pelvis and so on. In order to pay homage to how it all started for them, they semi-regularly included Elvis songs in their sets, especially in the long “Whole Lotta Love” medley. It included “That’s Alright, Mama”, “Heartbreak Hotel”, “A Mess of Blues” and others.

The members of Led Zeppelin went to see Elvis live several times over the years, including in 1972 at Madison Square Garden, but it was only in May 1974 that Jimmy Page, Robert Plant and John Bonham were invited to meet him after a concert. Elvis was not a fan of hard rock, but he knew about Led Zeppelin, as they were topping the charts at the time. He would say to his own entourage, “Well, I may not be Led Zeppelin but I can still pack 'em in”. He was actually amused that his step-brother Ricky was really excited that they were in the audience. During the concert that night in Los Angeles he acknowledged them before launching into “Funny How Time Slips Away” with his signature self-deprecating humor, stopping his TCB band and saying that they should all play as if they knew what they were doing because Led Zeppelin was in the audience.

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After the concert they were invited to see Elvis and led into a room full of girls – all copies of Ann Margret, as Robert Plant humorously recalls. They were told by Elvis’ entourage not to discuss music with him, so initially they were starstruck and tongue tied. Elvis, who apparently only knew one of their songs, Stairway to Heaven, didn’t talk to them for a little while, until his interest was sparked by Bonzo mentioning his classic car collection. Elvis knew the band members were famous for the groupies and their libertine behavior on tour, so he asked about that and they hilariously denied everything. Jimmy joked that they rarely did sound checks, but if they did all Robert wanted to sing was Elvis’ songs. Elvis was amused by that and asked him which songs he liked and Robert said that he liked the ones with all the moods, like “Love Me”: “Treat me like a fool / Treat me mean and cruel / But love me”. When they were about to leave, Elvis swung around the door frame, looking quite pleased with himself, and started singing that song to them: “Treat me like a fool…” and Robert promptly replied “Treat me mean and cruel…But love me”. They actually talked and had fun for about 90 minutes together. Members of his Memphis Mafia even checked with him several times because Elvis usually saw people for only 10 minutes.

Another memorable meeting took place in his Monovale house, also in LA, this time involving John Paul Jones, the bassist of the band, and Richard Cole, the band’s tour manager, who was a friend of Jerry Schilling. When the two arrived with a bottle of Dom Pérignon, they were surprised to find Elvis in his pajamas and slippers watching TV with the MM. Cole, apparently a bit drunk, started to swear in front of everyone and Elvis didn’t approve, especially since his girlfriend Sheila Ryan was present. Accounts differ but one story says that Elvis jumped up in a karate stance and knocked off his watch and another that Elvis simply asked to see Cole’s expensive watch. What happened for sure is that they all started to swap watches, John getting a jewel-encrusted watch from Elvis in exchange for his Mickey Mouse wristwatch. The evening went on pleasantly, with Elvis quoting several Monty Python routines to his new English friends. Towards the end of the evening, Elvis suggested another exchange. He eyed John, who had been the quiet one all night, lowered his pajama pants beneath his robe and in perfect Monty Python fashion said “Let’s swap pants!”. According to Jerry, the more eccentric Cole was shocked into silence, while John and Sheila bursted into laughter.

The last time Elvis Presley and Led Zep crossed paths is bittersweet, as it happened shortly before Elvis’ death in 1977 when their jets met on the runway at the airport. His other step brother, David Stanley, asked Elvis if he could go with the band that night for their concert. Elvis just looked at him and said, “No.” When he asked Elvis why, he said, “Look at the bottom of your paycheck.” As he entered the limo with Elvis David said they sure have a nice jet. Elvis leaned over and reminded him, “They lease their jet from Caesar’s Palace, I own mine.”

Robert Plant kept singing Elvis’ songs on stage throughout his career. Here he’s singing “Little Sister” in 1979 with Rockpile.

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Here he’s sitting on the floor with some records. Note Elvis’ first album is there (thanks Lucy for this).

You can find my other posts on Elvis connections with artists who followed him at this link. So far I’ve written about Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan/Andy Warhol, the Clash, Jim Morrison and Quentin Tarantino.

#elvis #elvis presley #led zeppelin #robert plant #jimmy page #rock n roll #rock n roll history #1950s rock n roll #1970s rock #hard rock #john Paul jones #john bonham

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smfsxodust · 2 months

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Roasted Coffee and Pine

a mini Dan and Phil story

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Some mornings carry a harder task than others. For Dan, it was one of those today. Golden beams glistening through the cracks of his curtains usually helped bring a little motivation to his days, but that wasn’t the case now. It’s always nice to have a little bit of daylight to remind him that he’s alive and he had the courage for another day. Relying on the sun isn’t ideal when typical London skies are shrouded in smog and gloom. Pressure weighing down on him as he twists further into the safety of his duvet. His own world, his escape. Just as he starts to lose himself in the darkness-

Knock Knock.

“Dan..” Phil melodically whispers as he gently pushes the door open, a patient smile brushing his face.

“It’s okay, I know it’s one of those days. I made you a coffee.” Phil continues to the silent room.

A muffled grunt breaks through the duvet and Dan rolls over.

“Whatever you need, you know I’m here for you. Always. I’ll leave you be.” Phil rests the coffee on the bedside table and as he looks up he sees Dan poke his head out just enough for his curls to spill over the pillow. That warm feeling Phil gets when he sees Dan smile rushes over him and he brushes his fingers through the same curls which Dan used to hide away like he’s hiding himself now. That small gesture alone is enough to bring a mellow honey glow back to those dark eyes.

Phil turns to leave the room and feels a reassuring squeeze of his hand. As if it were a reflex, he squeezes back and closes his eyes to save that moment. These moments weren’t overly rare but he always made sure to cherish each one, to remember what it was all for.

Phil went about his day, periodically checking on Dan but never once would he disturb him. It was more of a tender reminder to make sure he doesn’t feel alone. When Dan starts to struggle, he always looks for the things that make him happy. Phil is that constant reminder for him, a safe haven. Somewhere he could be unapologetically him. Even when finding it impossible to form the words, he used his own ways to tell Phil how safe he felt with him. Having someone so special was important to him, to prove to himself that he has always been deserving of this space. He would forever be grateful that he found his forever person.

Sitting on the sofa with a coffee in hand, glasses on, a very mismatched outfit and a messy half fringe, half quiff - Phil sat completely invested in the documentary he had on. Any more focus and he wouldn’t have noticed Dan shuffling into the room, but Phil knows Dan better than he knows himself so there would never be a chance that he wouldn’t hear him approach.

“Phil..” Dan mumbles, voice breaking and head bowed.

Immediately, the coffee is put down, tv is paused and Phil pats his lap. Dan teeters over, sitting next to his perfect person, curling up and laying his head softly on Phil’s thighs. A sweet pine scent that Dan knows all too well intoxicates him. Scent holds memory and Phil’s would forever remind him of that first day they met, that one that changed their lives forever. Resuming his affection of the morning, Phil’s nimble, gentle hands stroke the puppy-like curls once more. He knew it was a comfort for Dan, to lay this way and feel the massaging on his scalp.

“I’m so sorry I’m like this.” Dan mutters out, stifling tears, and nestling his head into his current pillow to hide his shame.

“Don’t you dare apologise, Dan. You know I don’t like when you do” A lovingly stern tone escapes Phil’s mouth. He knows how much Dan beats himself up for simply being who he is and it hurts him every time he hears it. He would never let Dan believe it, but the mind plays horrible tricks when it isn’t well.

#phanfiction #softcore #queer #writing #mental health #dan and phil #phandom #phan #dnp #phanart #dan and phil short story #domestic life #queer artist #queer relationships #soft story

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outstandingmenshair · 9 months

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Duck’s arse to ducktail, Donald may approve of this full, flighty style of faded undercut. (He may not. Who knows. But the dude don’t wear no pants!)

#Themed Day #Seasons Pass #Summer Daze #Pompadour #Quiff #Fade #Duck's Arse #Ducktail #Bringing Sexy Backs #Daze Drift 1.5

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jarofstyles · 24 days

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Can’t believe Harry’s bringing back the quiff in the year 2024

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adoresbutlers · 2 years

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MEETING THE FAMILY.

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prompt : you take your newly famous boyfriend to meet your family ( requested @lasisgood <3 )

warnings : none?? it’s just fluff and Elvis being a cutie. Elvis!sub undertones but poor baby is just nervous :( might be smaller than what i usually do ?? blurb almost?? idk i just wanted to write a cute E fic :)

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To say Elvis had been dreading the embarrassing day of meeting your blended family would be something close to an understatement. It’s not like he didn’t want to, or need to, but his mind only filled with what could go wrong on the fateful night. It was only a year after he reached his upcoming stardom that you finally tugged at him. Your family’s comments have gotten annoying enough to even pull at your own feet. You understood. You would be a little - hell, a lot concerned if your future daughter had been dating a boy for near of three years and never took him to meet you. You weren’t ashamed, in all reality your boyfriend had been too much of a brat to finally put his big pants on and suck up the embarrassment.

Elvis’ arms were snug around your waist, your arms swung around his neck in turn when you finally decided to bring up the elephant in the room. You had to leave, only to meet your family of course. “Baby.. we need to leave eventually. Mama doesn’t like when you’re late for her feasts.” You spoke softly, rubbing your thumb along his cheek bone just how your big baby liked it. It was probably a dirty move, actually no it was, but you couldn’t let him stall any longer. Not when you were hungry for said feast, too.

He sighed, shaking his head slightly making the looser strands fall onto his forehead. He moved his hands, gripping onto the dip of your hips to press you closer to his body, like you were his fluffed security blanket. You were, after all. “I-I know, doll- I.” You cut the poor boy’s words off with a plush kiss to his lips, your thumb tracing his beautiful features to calm him down.

You moved the strands back up into his quiff that fell on his face previous. Your family was bigger than most, you’d give him that. It can be scary sometimes for even you to move yourself into family conversations. You knew not everyone had six brothers and two sisters. You knew that usually when normal girls take their boyfriends to meet their family that most of them are used to being the only child. You’d be just as embarrassed to slip up like Elvis was. Especially with being the younger sister to intimidating brothers, you understood a little all too well.

“Darling, if you ever get uncomfortable we’ll leave. Simple. But, you have to meet them eventually.” Your arms swung back in their place around his neck, looking into his crystallized orbs that were only filled with worry. He only groaned in response. He knew you were right - he had to meet them, he never ever liked to admit you were right though.

He buried his head into your shoulder, your hands raising up from behind him to tangle in his dyed raven locks, smoothing out the loose strands that fell onto the back of his neck. He purred at this action, you knew it was one of his favorites. When you first started dating Elvis you never took him as a hopeless romantic yet here you were, his head face down on your shoulder, mewls slipping past his lips as you did what you could to get him to just go and meet your family.

“Fine, I’ll go, doll..” He mumbled against your bare skin due to your summer dress’ thin straps. You could practically jump right in that spot with excitement, pulling his head from your shoulder to pepper his face in the softest of kisses. “Okay, mama, okay! I get it!” He giggled, loosening his death threatening grip on your waist.

You took this opportunity to grab onto his hand and rushed him out of the door and into his fancy new black Cadillac. You almost made him step on it, helping him with all the sharp turns. All to which he took very, very sharply. As he pulled up to your small home, his veins were practically popping out of his forehead. You reached over, rubbing his knee as his fingers fidgeted with the hem of his laced black shirt.

“You’re gonna do amazin’, handsome. Now, c’mon. Momma always prepares good feasts.” You took your time to climb out of the Cadillac, Elvis rushing over to your side just in time for you to link your arm onto his and led him inside. Your boyfriend froze in his tracks when all eyes landed on him. You dropped his arm, taking his hand in yours and gave it one affirming squeeze as you guided him through your living room and into the kitchen where your mother was.

You cleared your throat, her head croaking in your direction. The biggest smile slipped onto her face, refraining from running up and engulfing you in her suffocating hugs, even though she only was without you for a day. “Mama. This is Elvis. Elvis, meet mama.” You smiled soft, having to mouth ‘my boyfriend’ before your mother got it fully.

You probably should’ve warned him that your mother has no concept of personal space because she already had him in one of her infamous hugs. His knuckles were white as he tried his best to hug her back, luckily being far too used to Gladys’ hugs to even flinch at your mother’s. You giggled from behind them, using an extended arm to tug him slightly back from her grip. “Okay mama! He’s my boyfriend, you got daddy!” You teased, finally making your mother peel away from her grasp, Elvis rushing back to your side pulling you in by your waist.

“Ain’t that the fancy boy on TV!?” Your oldest brother called out from the living room, making his way into the commotion. Elvis’ embarrassment rose to his now rosy cheeks.

“Welcome to the family, fancy boy!!“ Echoed voices called from the dimly lit room, a giggle reaching your lips as you turned to him who was now as red as a tomato. You placed a reassuring kiss to his swollen lips, your hands cupping his face.

“That means they like you, mr. Presley.” You whispered against his lips as he prepared for the teasing of his life.

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A/N : i couldn’t resist slipping a lil sub!elvis in there because the 50’s era just oozes hopeless romantic. hope you enjoyed the read as always babies <33

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#elvis presley #elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley fic #elvis fluff #elvisaaronpresley #elvis fic #elvis fans

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daydreamingleclerc · 2 years

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How soft would Mick be bringing home his baby for the first time, and how attentive he’d be making sure you’re okay

oh my goodness 🥺🥺 changed it slightly so i hope u don’t mind <3 (also, i google translated what “daddy” in german was and it told me it was “vati”, pls correct me if i’m wrong thanks xx)

“there’s my babygirl,” he would say, bringing a hand around your neck & kissing your forehead, but his eyes would be on your daughter, corrine - named after his mother, of course.

he would scooch onto the bed, your waters broke two weeks earlier than expected and hence, it was a home birth. being in germany rather than switzerland, his family couldn’t make it to the planned birth & neither could yours, so in a pinch he would call sebastian and hanna as well as an emergency midwife, all of whom arrive within ten minutes flat.

sebastian would stand with him at the edge of the room, and hanna would slide onto the bed with you as she translates what the midwife is saying because mick is far too nervous to even think about his bilingualism right now.

the midwife would grab him to watch as you push, with one hand on yours and another painfully watching you in a situation a thousand times more painful than his. sebastian would stand at your shoulders and he would be the voice of reason - translating, keeping his breathing in touch with yours and mick’s so neither of you ended up in a panic.

“look at her,” mick would say, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you sunk into his side, exhausted, with corrine wrapped up in a fluffy blanket in your arms, “you did it.”

his lips would never ever leave your head, whether it was your temples or your forehead, he always wanted them to be on your skin. corrine cried in your arms and you began to gently rock her so she would quieten.

“she wants her daddy,” you would reply back to mick, and you held corrine up to him but he shifted. “mick, it’s okay.”

he was nervous, you sensed that right from the minute you decided you were going to keep the baby and become parents. his eyebrows creased and you looked up at him, “i havent held a baby since i was a child,” he admitted, “what if i do it wrong?”

“you won’t, baby,” you replied, sitting yourself up by shuffling on your bum. by this point, angie had settled on the other side of mick, eager to meet her new sister after sebastian and hanna brought her upstairs once the labour was over. “hold your arms out for me, like i did.”

mick would inspect your arms, and you carefully passed corrine to her daddy, smoothing down her head with your thumb. “make sure to support her head, babe, don’t let it drop,” you would snag a pillow from the side of the bed and shove it under the elbow that corrine’s head would rest on so that it was easier for mick to support her head. “like this.”

mick’s shoulders would loosen, especially when corrine stopped crying almost as soon as she was placed in his arms. “hi, little one,” he said, his face glistening when corrine opened her tiny little eyes for the first time, only for you both to find that she had his gorgeous, shimmering blue eyes, “i’m your papa.”

sebastian would laugh, “papa sounds a bit old for you, mick.”

mick would laugh along and your hand would find his hair, ruffling the top quiff, “okay, okay,” he said, “i’m your vati.”

she stretched at that point, as if acknowledging mick’s words and angie bumped her nose against mick’s bicep, almost as if she was patiently waiting to be introduced. mick looked down at the girl who was once the entire apple of his eye, until he met you, but now you - and angie - both knew you would be pushed back to a joint second place.

“do you wanna meet your sister, angie?”

angie’s eyes batted, and she bumped mick’s bicep once more with her nose. you stroked angie’s head and nodded when mick looked at you for approval, “angie, this is your sister, corrine.”

the pair of you let angie give corrine a sniff, and after a few moments she licked corrine’s cheek gently, before climbing up higher on the bed and licking at mick’s face in excitement.

“shall we put her in her cot?” you asked mick, “she looks tired.”

as you went to move to get the cot from the other end of the room, you winced out in pain at the feeling shooting up in your stomach through your groin.

mick, in noticing your pain, almost dropped the baby to help you until he realised how delicate corrine was.

“what’s wrong?” he would frown. “are you okay?”

“i’ve just pushed a person out of my vagina, mick,” you hummed sarcastically, “it’s just sore.”

he laughed, and you would thank hanna when she brought the cot up to your side of the bed. mick got up carefully and slotted corrine into the comforter, noticing how truly small she was when she settled down inside of it.

you attempted to crawl out of bed once more, but you couldn’t, and in noticing a patch of blood on the sheets your cheeks burned red; despite the fact that mick had almost indefinitely cleaned your blood from his bedsheets before.

“do you want me to get you anything, baby?” he cooed, jumping back onto the bed and laying down with his head on your chest. his hand flew to your stomach, where he immediately started to massage where you had the shooting pain, much like he did whenever you had period pains.

“just some painkillers would be great,” you yawned, “and maybe a celebratory box of chocolates.”

mick would chuckle and kiss your forehead, “of course, sweetheart,” he continued to massage your stomach, “but right now you need to sleep.”

#hope u enjoyed !!!#mick schumacher #mick schumacher blurb #mick schumacher blurbs #emi’s blurbs #baby blurb #blurbs #blurb #drabble #mick schumacher fluff #fluff #conjured this up in 10mins so sorry if it’s awful :////

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iiworldtour · 10 months

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go vote for long quiff PLEASE it’s literally the most important decision of your life. this was life changing. and she was underrated. BRING LONG QUIFF BACK. this is literally so important.

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thatonethimbo · 2 years

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The World Gets Colder, Bit By Bit (PBB Route 14 fic) [GN!Reader]

Oh, winter comes Oh, winter crush all of the things that I once loved

Winter come Winter crush all of the things that I once had

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Contains spoilers for PBB, for those who somehow probably haven't seen this scene yet??

The cold always found a way into your bones.

Wind blew through the exit out of the cold cavern, where you stood, facing the three members of Team Eclipse. One was wearing a mask that covered most of their face.. except for their eyes. They seemed to be the most important out of the three.

Tess stood beside you, as always, hand on her belt in case something did happen that you weren't ready for.

But you had reassured her that there was enough medicine in your bag, and so she backed down, with a small nod of acknowledgement.

Facing the person you knew now as the admin, you stared them in the eyes.

Golden-yellow...

Blinking, not from the light emitted from the exit of the cavern, you take a long hard look at the person as they and Tess talk to each other.

You heard your name being called, but it wasn't by Tess.

''..and Tess, if you come with us, we can all be safe!'' The 'stranger' told the purple-haired girl, who furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. ''Professor Cypress is very close to discovering the secret to awakening Hoopa. When he does, this world will be left desolate.''

The stranger took a deep breath, before continuing:

''Can't you see that I'm only trying to protect you?"

Tess' eyebrows shot up as she realized something. ''Wait a second, how do you know my name?"

You were about to ask the same, but immediately retracted the thought of asking, there was no need for that now.

The stranger's lower part of the mask shifted a bit, as they seemed to grimace.

''..Tess, (Y/n), ..''

''..please forgive me.''

Their fingers went to the back of their hood, gripping it. Before pulling it off completely, revealing the dark blue hair in a quiff hairstyle.

Jake's golden-yellow eyes stared back at you and Tess, filled with every liquid drop of regret, as you narrowed your eyes you could see he was on the verge of tears. But he did not dare let them spill.

''No!'' Tess' horrified cry pierced the silence following the traitor's unveiling. ''No! It can't be!'' She paused for a moment in disbelief, staring at the boy's face. ''..Jake?"

Filled with shame, the boy spoke. "Yes, it's me.'' He briefly looked to the icy floor, then back up to you two.

Finally finding your voice, you clench your fists, glaring daggers at both the accompanying grunts, then to your 'friend'.

''How could you do this, Jake?!" Your voice struck the air, and the world seemed to grow colder, just a bit. You saw Jake visibly flinch, his arms remaining by his sides.

''You don't understand.'' He glanced at Tess, then to you. ''They are going to leave this world in ruins. My best option was join to them, come looking for you guys, then bring you back with me.''

''...I can save all of us.'' He added in a weak voice, subconsciously fidgeting with his own hands. ''Will you please just stop all this fighting and come back with me?"

''Do you hear what you're saying, Jake?" Tess questioned, worry evident in her voice. ''You're fine with what Cypress wants to do to the world as we know it?"

You chime in: ''He's going to destroy Roria, and with it, all of its inhabitants!''

''How can you be okay with that?" Tess asked again.

''I'm doing all I can in my power to help you right now, Tess and (Y/n). What else could I have done in my situation?''

''We were supposed to fight Team Eclipse together, remember?'' The purple-haired girl reminded him. ''The good team*- were going to stop them together. We were going to do whatever it took to stop this horrible tragedy from occurring.''

''Instead, you seem to have given up, and gone over to their side?" You asked him.

Jake shook his head solemnly. ''I'm sorry, I tried that and was beaten. I was not strong enough, and now I'm trying to do what I can to save you both.'' He locked his gaze with yours. ''This is my last offer, will you please give in and come with me?"

Tess' expression hardened into a frown. ''I'm sorry, Jake, we are on a mission and we are not about to give up.''

He sighed. ''Then I'm left with no other choice... (Y/n), we must battle.''

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard him say your name. Meanwhile, your emotions swirled like a hurricane within you, blurring some of your thoughts; you weren't able to think clearly.

Still, you glared back at him.

''If I win, I will be taking you back with me by force.'' His grip was now on his belt, as he went to grab his first Pokéball to throw out. ''It's for your own good.''

You grabbed a Pokéball from your belt as well, before throwing it.

The battle began, with you taking a strong start, easily healing up your Pokémon when they needed it, though you soon came to find you were starting to run out...

Jake's Pokémon started to get the upper hand, landing more critical hits than you needed them to. Desperately, you try to gain back ground, but his second-last team member landed yet another crit, fainting your second-last Pokémon.

Tess looked on anxiously, as the Team Eclipse grunts watched as well, one of the two even cheering the traitor on. You start healing up with each turn you have, though it only proved to be a waste as each time you did so, another hit landed and sent it back to square one.

You looked through your bag, double-checking and triple-checking to make sure it wasn't true. But it was.

Having wasted the potions, and healing items, you freeze for a moment. Shutting your eyes, you held back tears, before opening them, you order your Pokémon for what you hoped would be the finishing blow.

The attack connected with the Vaporeon's face, but the Bubble Jet Pokémon held on only just a sliver..

''Vaporeon, HYDRO PUMP!''

The tears started falling down your face as you turned your gaze to your Pokémon, seeing them on the ground, fainted. You were never going to forgive yourself for this. You were also sure your Pokémon would feel the same...

Tess stared at you in disbelief, not knowing what to do. One of her friends had just lost, the one who had defeated her so easily sometime before.

''You are both my best friends- you two and-'' Jake started.

''Don't- don't even say it.'' Tess cut in angrily, blinking back tears.

He looked behind him as the grunts came to your side, grabbing your arms and taking the Pokéballs off your belt roughly, making you grumble.

Jake lowered his head, as he turned to face the exit. ''We will leave now.'' He dejectedly announced.

The grunts nodded at this, beginning to make you walk out into the cold mountainous air, with Jake in front. He was silent.

As your anger seemed to start simmering, competing with the icy atmosphere...

The world got colder, bit by bit..

The good team*

changed that up because of slightly altered story reasons, let's just say you don't have the necklace looks over at eclipsed i mean what

above is some art i made sometime ago, but i modified it

#pokemon brick bronze #dimensionman #angst #no happy ending #okay maybe a part two with some fluff idk hdoorewoorjfk #pbbjake #traitor #i actually felt smth whilst writing this yippeee #anyways if there's some wanted romance i'd be fine to write it #for next part idk :p

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