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zeldasnotes · 1 year

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS PART 21☃️

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Pisces Suns looks like they put lipgloss on their eyes, so shiny and glossy.

People love watching people with Venus in the 10th house. They are the ones most likely to do vlogs, people just love watching them do anything. Sooo likeable.

Having a Plutonian Venus guarantees attention from their prefered sex. Wheter the attention is good or bad depends on other factors in the chart.

Leo Moons are usually the most insecure out of all Leo placements. Leo Venus is the most confident.

People with Squares to Neptune can be the biggest copycats. They can see a beautiful picture of a model and one day later they post a pic of themselves posing the exact same way in the same hairstyle

Moon in the 11th house can be addicted to social media.

Mercury Sextile Venus have the cutest voice😍(Mercury can only be conjunct or sextile venus btw)

You might have a hard time understanding the nature of the element you lack in your own chart. For example someone with no earth might find earthdominant to be boring, too serious or too quiet. While someone with no fire finds firedominants too loud, arrogant, oversocial and egoistic. Someone with no water could find waterdominants too sensitive and easily butthurt. Someone with no air could find airdominants too shallow, gossipy and fake.

Libra Moon and Venus are the ones most likely to show without saying a word when they find someone ugly. So shallow. Unless they have a lot of water influence.

Men with Mars in Leo have the most beautiful beard.

I still dont get why but I know 3 men who are OBSESSED with Nicki Minaj and they all have Moon Square Mars in their natal charts, could just be a coincidence tho.

Speaking of Nicki Minaj she got Venus conjunct Lilith which explains why her videos are so sexual in nature and in a way that no others artist does.

Chiron conjunct Sun,Venus or Mars gives a special kind of charisma. Its a mix of being vulnerable and down to earth that makes people love to be around them. People feel like these people understand them.

A lot of people with Fixed placements listens to music all the time like as soon as school/work is over they put those airpods in.

A womans Mars or Venus Square a mans Ascendant can make her feel like he is not manly enough. She might not like how he handles conflict, doesnt see him as ambitious enough etc.

Just like a woman with Venus conjunct Chiron doesnt feel like a ”real” woman and feels like shes not feminine enough a man with Mars conjunct Chiron doesnt feel like he is ”man enough”.

I noticed that most people who have their Juno conjunct my planets or vice versa are people who I look good besides. The way we dress matches, our height and body language matches which made us look like a married couple.

Ive seen Lilith in the 2nd house be a common placement in people who have a fixation with food.

Everytime ive seen someone with extremely attractive lips they either had Lilith in the 2nd house or personal planets in Aries.

People with Sun aspecting Lilith were usually made to feel less important by their father. Thats why their ego might seem huge to others. They will always choose themselves and they will always make choices that benefits themselves.

People with a Plutonian Venus have people talking about their appearance a lot. I see influencers and famous people with this have people going crazy in their comment section over any change in appearance.

Gemini Mercury have a thing for mindgames.

Cancer Mercury are so nostalgic and love old memories and they love when they bump into an old friend from years ago.

Virgo Mercury dont notice how criticizing and negative they sound. They dont mean to harm anyone they just see every tiny detail.

Libra Mercury either disagrees with everything because they constantly see the other side of things or they are that person who always agrees.

Scorpio Mercury likes to test people.

Sagittarius Mercury puts their foot in their mouth. And the ones with Pluto conjunct Mercury are just horrible, sorry.

Neptune 1st house 🤝 Having obsessive stalkers.

Scorpio Mars 🤝 Pretending to forgive people so that they dont see it coming.

Taurus Moon 🤝 Keeping your circle small.

Scorpio Moon 🤝 Wanting their friendgroup to be like a sect

Venus in Libra 🤝 Hating on ugly people

Libra Rising 🤝 Spending 5 hours on your makeup

Virgo Sun 🤝 Giving advice that nobody asked for.

Sagittarius Moon 🤝 Breaking rules

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sissylittlefeather · 9 months

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A/N: here it is! I finally finished it! This could be a prequel to my other two, if you want it to be. Otherwise, it's just a fun 2nd person Elvis x fem!reader one-shot about a young and innocent Elvis on the night he becomes a man. There are most definitely historical inaccuracies, but let's just let those slide please 🥺. I'd love feedback, if you have any!

Warnings: Virgin Elvis, f/m p in v sex, fingering, lots of kissing, kind of a slow burn, unprotected sex, cussing, etc

Last thing: I'm using a gif of Austin Elvis and one of the real deal EP because you can imagine either one. Whatever makes your heart happy.

Baby, What's Your Name?

You've always been bold for a girl of your generation. Your first kiss was your idea and you haven't been "innocent" for a while now. Not that you are open and available for anyone, you just don't hold back when it comes to falling in love.

The year is 1955 and your friend Margie has begged you to come with her to a concert tonight. You have class the next day, and you take your college studies very seriously, but you figure you can still get home at a decent hour. Apparently, there's a new singer that Margie is gushing over. She's heard from other girls that he's supposed to be "something to see". Margie doesn't have much else going on; school isn't exactly her thing. She'll tell anyone who'll listen that she's only there to find a husband. You roll your eyes at this thought and go back to flipping through your closet for something to wear.

"Y/n, just pick something! We're going to be late!" Margie begs, pouting. You settle on a pink and white gingham sundress, sweeping your hair into a ponytail and tying it with a matching pink ribbon. You barely get your shoes on before Margie drags you out the door of your room on campus.

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The crowd is almost entirely female. "Who is this guy?" You think to yourself. Oh well, no matter. Hopefully it'll be over soon and you can go home and get in bed. It's already late and it's a warm night for September. Margie is bouncing around next to you in her seat.

"Oh my gosh, I just can't wait until he comes out! Eliza said he's the cutest thing she's ever seen!" You roll your eyes again. You do that a lot around Margie. You didn't pick her to be your roommate; the university did. Still, she's been a decent friend, even if she's a little ditsy and boy crazy.

Finally, the other acts are finished and the announcer comes out to let you know this new artist is coming out.

"Please welcome to the stage Elvis Presley!"

The crowd goes absolutely insane. You start to wonder if maybe you've been studying too much. How could you not know this man that everyone else is so crazy for?

He walks out to the middle of the stage. He's wearing a pink jacket that matches the color of your dress. You're surprised to find that he's much more attractive than you imagined he would be, with his boyish smirk and black hair. You sit up a little straighter in your chair, but a group of girls has gathered in the front standing up, so you can't really see anymore from your seat.

Margie grabs your hand, "Come on! Let's go up there!"

"No, no I'm okay here."

Then he starts to sing. Your heart skips a beat and something deep in your stomach turns over. You stand up without even thinking, trying to see better. Margie takes the opportunity and grabs your hand. You don't fight back as she drags you up to the stage.

When you get close enough to really be able to see him, the thing in your stomach flip flops again. He's moving. And not just, like, tapping his foot. He's moving his legs and his hips in ways you didn't even think was possible... not in public, at least. The thing in your stomach moves deeper in your body to the place between your legs. You are drawn to him like he's got some kind of spell on you. More girls press in behind you, but thanks to Margie, you were up there pretty early and you're only one row back from the stage.

You need him. You need him to notice you and want you too. You start racking your brain for what you can do to get his attention. Every other girl around you is screaming like a fool. That won't work. They're also reaching for him like they might pull him off the stage if he gets close enough. He's moving around the stage quite a bit, but he's very careful never to get too close. If only you had something to throw... but you don't have anything in your hands, no bracelets or anything, and the ribbon from your ponytail isn't heavy enough to make it all the way to the stage. He's singing a slower song now, playing his guitar and looking around the crowd. Somehow, his blue eyes make contact with yours and your heart stops. You become acutely aware of your panties and the place on your body directly under them.

Wait. That's it! That would certainly get his attention. And you could easily get them off with the crowd surrounding you. Also, your full skirt that goes all the way to your knees will keep anyone from really knowing they're missing. You start working them down your thighs and Margie notices you wiggling next to her.

"What are you doing?!"

"Don't worry about it."

Finally, you feel your panties hit your ankles and rest on your shoes. It's nearly impossible with the crowd pressing in around you, but you manage to get them off your feet and into your hand. You take a second to thank the heavens that you were wearing pretty pink ones with lace, and not your laundry day undies. You look up to the stage, assessing how hard to throw them to make it right to where he's standing. After spending years playing baseball with your brothers as a kid, you're pretty confident you can get them there.

You take one last look at him; he's holding the mic at an angle, leaned over it and singing with his whole body. The second he finishes the song and stands up, you use all the strength in your arm and calculations you've just done and throw...

They land perfectly at his feet. You couldn't have possibly done any better if your life depended on it. Margie and the other girls directly around you stop and look at you, trying to figure out what you've thrown on the stage.

"Now, what's this?" He asks, picking your panties up from his feet and holding them up. When he realizes what they are, he blushes deeply.

"Well, that's something I didn't expect." He laughs into the mic and looks out into the audience to try to figure out who has given him such an awkward gift. The other girls are staring at you with their mouths open, so it's not hard for him to figure out. Your blush matches his, though, so he simply nods his head slightly in your direction, puts your panties in his pocket quickly and quietly, and moves on to his next song. The girls go back to screaming and you feel various others in the crowd wiggling like you did just minutes ago. Before he can even finish the song, panties are flying on stage left and right. He starts laughing, "ladies, I'm very flattered, but this is really unnecessary!"

The announcer rushes back out onto the stage, stepping between Elvis and the microphone.

"Thank you, Mr. Presley, for such a lovely show! Now, that's the end of our program for the evening, everyone. Thanks for coming out and be safe on your way home!"

You feel a little guilty for ending his set early with your panty-throwing, but you didn't make all those other girls go crazy. Still, you wish he would stay up there forever, singing and moving his hips. You're not ready for this feeling to go away. Another crazy thought enters your head. Maybe you'll try to get your panties back...

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It wasn't hard to figure out where he is staying. There's really only one nice motel in town and the cars from his tour caravan are in the parking lot. You managed to convince Margie to go on home, so you're alone. You're a little nervous, walking into the motel office, but your boldness wins out.

"Hi. I need to know which room Mr. Presley is in."

"Yeah, you and every other girl in town."

"Right, but he asked for me. Call him. I just forgot the room number." It's a flimsy lie and you know it. The motel worker picks up the phone and dials "121".

"Never mind, I was lying. You caught me. I had to try though, right?" You chuckle softly as you back out of the office. Once you're outside, you head straight to room 121. When you get there, you have a sudden attack of nerves. It's so late at night and you're about to knock on the door of a man you've never actually met. This is crazy.

You're standing there trying to decide what to do when the door opens and he almost walks straight into you.

"Oh, I'm sorry darlin', I didn't even see you there." You're frozen to the spot, speechless at his closeness to you as he stands in the doorway of his motel room. He explains something about wanting to talk to someone about how to keep the show going, even if the crowd gets rowdy.

"But I'm not sure why I'm telling you this. Why are you here?" His brows knit together in the center of his forehead.

"Me? I'm just... well... I believe you have something of mine." Again, your boldness beats your fear and you walk past him into his room. He looks out the door and around nervously before closing it gently and turning around to face you. The curtains are pulled shut tightly and the glow from the lamps makes everything in the room kind of orange.

"Something of yours? Honey, I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."

"Something I threw on the stage." You look him dead in the eyes, hoping he'll recognize you.

"Oh. Oh! It's you!" Thank heavens, he does recognize you. He blushes again, not as deeply this time, but the memory is affecting him.

"I do have something of yours, but I have no intention of giving them back." He smiles playfully and walks across the room to where his jacket is hanging on the back of a chair. He pulls your panties out of his jacket pocket and holds them tightly in his fist.

"The way I see it, you gave me these, fair and square."

"Well, I wasn't really thinking, and it's weird not wearing any..." you realize what you've just told him and his eyes slowly drift to just below your waist before he snaps them back up to meet your eyes again. He swallows hard and you stand there awkwardly, not sure what to say next. You walk across the room to him and reach for your panties. He holds them up high over your head and pouts.

"Do you really want them back?"

You're standing so close to him now that you can feel him breathing. Your heart is in your throat with the sensation of his closeness. You don't want your panties back. You want something else entirely.

"No..." you whisper quietly, trying to signal him that he could kiss you if he wants to, that he should kiss you.

Somehow, he reads your signals correctly and leans in slowly. He moves carefully watching for signs that this isn't what you want, but your upturned face and eyes closed softly are exactly what he's hoping for. When his lips finally touch yours, they're gentle, but soon after he drops your panties on the floor and grabs your face with both hands. His lips part yours and his tongue dips into your mouth hungrily. He moves his hands to your waist and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a more passionate kiss. You're locked together like this for some time, kissing, before you realize his hands are shaking lightly. He pulls out of the kiss and puts his forehead on yours, breathing heavily.

"You kiss me like this much more, darlin' and I'm not sure I'll be able to stop."

"I don't want you to stop."

He pulls back and looks at you, his mouth hanging open in mild shock. You can't figure out why he's so nervous. You're saying "yes" in every way you know how. He swallows again deeply and blushes a little.

"Aw, now, honey, don't say things you don't mean. I've never..."

Your eyes widen in disbelief. His nervousness is starting to make sense. He's never done this before. He's a virgin.

The realization makes you smile and you giggle a little at the thought. This man, who dances on stage like he does this every other night, has never actually been with a woman.

"Well, it's not that funny." He pouts again.

"No, I'm sorry, it's not funny at all. But if you don't want to do this, tell me now. Because I won't let you if you really don't want to." You smile reassuringly, but your body is aching for him to touch more of you.

"I didn't say I don't want to." He goes in for another deep and passionate kiss, his tongue moving in ways you'd never imagined. All you can think about is his tongue touching you in other places and that warm spot between your legs gets even warmer. He picks you up by the waist, lifting your feet off the floor just enough to carry you to the bed. Laying you gently on the bed, he stops for a second and looks at you laying there in your pink gingham dress. You prop yourself up on your elbows and kick off your shoes.

"What?"

"Nothing... I just... pink is my favorite color." He mumbles before laying on the bed next to you. You're both laying on your sides facing each other and he begins to undress you carefully, first untying the ribbon in your hair. Then he slides his hand down your back to unzip your dress. The zipper ends where your panties should be, but aren't, and as his fingers brush your skin, you tingle all over. His hand travels back up to the latch of your bra. He fumbles with it for a bit, his fingers trembling, before he finally gets it unclasped. You become keenly aware that all he has to do is slide your dress forward and down and you'll be completely naked. You can see by the bulge in his pants that he's had this thought too. You put your hand up to his face, cupping his cheek.

"You're sure this is what you want?"

"Honey, I've never been more sure of anything in my life." He pulls your dress and bra forward and off of you, standing up to drop it on the floor with your shoes. Now you can really see his hardness pushing against his pants. He takes his shirt off and you sit up to unbutton his pants, letting them drop to the floor next to the pile of your clothes.

Now you're both naked. You touch him gently and he sighs and looks up at the ceiling. After a few seconds of this, he almost can't stand it anymore, so he lays you down on the bed, crawling on top of you, still trembling, but obviously gaining confidence. He presses his lips to yours again and you rub your tongue along his bottom lip before he opens his mouth into a deeper kiss. His hand moves down your body, stopping to caress your breast and run his thumb over your nipple. His hand shakes less and less as he moves further down your torso to your hip. He rolls to the side a little and walks his fingers over to the place between your legs. You open them just enough for him to slip a finger inside you. You let out a small moan against his mouth as he moves his finger in and out and in again. You stop kissing him and look into his eyes, reaching down to his hand. Gently, you guide his thumb to the spot that makes your stomach turn over and your heart beat faster.

"Here. Do circles." He listens eagerly and does exactly as you tell him. He feels the knot harden as he massages it, so he keeps up a consistent rhythm. You lose the ability to give him further instruction-- he doesn't need it anyway-- as the pleasure builds up between your legs. You can feel yourself approaching your climax and prepare yourself for the fireworks. He's watching you so closely, taking cues from your body about what to do next. He puts his finger back in you, doing a tickling motion with his fingertip against your insides. You might burst with all the electricity flowing through your body.

"Oh! Yes! Fuck!" You cry out as the ecstatic release washes over you and you begin to pulse around his finger. He smiles widely, amused by your cussing and pleased with his ability to give you an orgasm on his first try. You're not exactly sure how he managed it, but you really don't care. You're still riding your body high. He moves his hand back to your hip and you feel your wetness on his fingers. He's kissing you again, grinding his hardness against your thigh. Despite your release, you're ready for more of him inside you. You reach down again, wrapping your hand around him softly and moving his hips to line up with yours. You put his tip against yourself and pull back from his kiss.

"Last chance to back out." He smiles and looks directly into your eyes. Then, he pushes forward with his hips, just like he did on stage, filling you entirely. The sensation almost overwhelms him and he sets his forehead on your shoulder.

"Oh fuck, baby." Now it's your turn to smile at him for cussing.

"It actually gets better." He lifts his head off your shoulder to look into your eyes and there's an excitement in his that almost makes you laugh out loud. Instead, you plant a kiss on his lips and wrap your legs around his waist. He starts to pump in and out rhythmically. You're not surprised that he's good at this part. You've seen him move on stage. Still, you know he probably won't last too long, since it's his first time, and there's more you want to show him. You release him from your legs and push him off of you and onto his back.

"Oh no baby what...?" With one leg on either side of his hips, you lower yourself onto him. He nearly loses his mind as the change in angle changes the sensation. He moans deeply and grabs your hips, guiding your movement as you ride him. His pleasure is building up and you know he's close as you slide up and down. You move faster and faster, pushing him toward his climax.

"Oh fuck, shit, fuck baby!" He yells as you feel him shudder underneath you and fill you with his warmth. He moans loudly as you move up and down a few more times to really push him over the edge. With him still inside you, you lean forward and lay on his chest. He wraps his arms around you.

"Wow, honey, that was... wow." You smile against his chest, satisfied with your work. After a good amount of time in this position, you move off of him and lay down next to him on your back. He props himself up on his elbow and turns to face you.

"How soon can we do it again?" You chuckle at his eagerness as you realize you won't be making it back to your room tonight. Suddenly, his eyebrows come together on his forehead in worry and you rearrange yourself to look him in the face, mildly concerned at his expression. You brace yourself for some kind of confession. Instead, he smiles and innocently asks:

"Baby... what's your name?"

You erupt in peals of laughter, wrapping your arms around him and rolling over on top of him. You think of the panties on the floor of his motel room, so glad that Margie dragged you to the concert tonight. This might be the beginning of something wonderful.

"My name is..."

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chiskz · 3 months

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[ 💿💽 ] CHICHI 2nd Birthday Album (Physical) "moirai"

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♡ teaser/concept photos

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♡ tracklist

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♡ meaning

In ancient Greek religion and mythology, the Moirai (often known in English as the Fates) were the personifications of destiny (via Wikipedia).

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moirai by CHICHI (Stray Kids)

Studio: JYPE (Seoul), Channie's Room (Seoul)

Length: ~ 33 minutes

Released: 12 January 2024

Language: Korean, English, Japanese

Previous solo album (1st Birthday Album [Digital]): Member Branding

Tracklist:

spotify & youtube links are provided. you can also listen whole album here .

1. TITLE Crazy Fate (feat. Park Junhee of A.C.E.)

2. The Footsteps of My Dear Love

3. LAW (feat. Jurin of XG)

4. Loner

5. Villain

6. Devil by the Window

7. Run Away (feat. Seungmin & I.N)

8. YAMAZAKI (feat. SUGA of BTS)

9. IDOL

10. I Don't Wanna Know

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♡ trivia

➥ IDOL was presented during a performance with Avantgardey at MAMA 2023

➥ YAMAZAKI was previously released as a single and won "The Best Collaboration Award" at MAMA 2023

➥ Run Away with Seungmin and I.N was originally intended to be released as SKZ-PLAYER - the song was written in Paris during Stray Kids' visit to Music Bank Paris

➥ I Don't Wanna Know was created by HAN with lyrics by CHICHI - it debuted as SKZ-PLAYER

➥ with Crazy Fate and Loner CHICHI becomes:

* the fastest rapping idol considering each generation

* the fastest rapping idol whose first language is not Korean

* the fastest rapping artist in general using Korean

➥ Junhee's part for Crazy Fate was recorded right after he got out of the army (he got out of the army on 6th August 2023, and recording was already done in September 2023)

➥ The Footsteps of My Dear Love was written by CHICHI as early as two years ago - however, she did not feel vocally ready to perform it earlier

➥ critics assess the album as "an emotional rollercoaster leading to the discovery of one's own identity by a person lost in their own self"

➥ with the album's release, Twitter is trending #CHICHIselfmaderapper , a hashtag under which STAY and CHICHI solo stans express their pride and admiration caused by CHICHI becoming the fastest rapping k-pop rapper, when until recently she was not comfortable with the Korean language (because of which she was a victim of derision)

➥ CHICHI describes moirai as the most important musical release of her life

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♡ quotes from moirai songs describing the whole album

" No matter how pretty the memories are, everyone will forget it. "

" Let's dream a happy dream, just like long ago. "

" It's love and war. "

" I fight with another me, hiding inside of myself. "

" The villain you failed to notice breathes within you. "

" No, I can't tell what is fake in my reality. "

" When the night is nearly ending rewind the clock, rewind now. "

" If you fall back, you're dead. "

" I cannot accept any version of you other than the one stronger than everyone else. "

" Don't stop me now. "

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coming soon: Crazy Fate M/V & Behind The Scenes

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moirai album cover by my amazing fiancee @moondust-kitten ♡

♡𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @amyysfics , @smh-anon , @neohyxn , @stealanity , @alixnsuperstxr , @juliawritingblog , @rizzshimura , @elizalabs3

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hooked-on-elvis · 2 months

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"When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold Again"

— ELVIS' VOICE, BEFORE AND AFTER: Elvis singing the same tune, first at the verge of turning 22 years old and then at his 33 years old.

Again, one of my favorite Elvis songs. Whenever I listen to Elvis singing this on the '68 comeback special I feel like it's such a blessing. Really! Watching your fav artist performing the songs you love the most is always delightful, and testifying the way he's creating something new, overcoming himself, it's just the most!

Some people will say Elvis' aging voice didn't fit the tunes he recorded in the fifties, but for me his performances of the same song over the years shouldn't be compared in a "this is better/no it isn't" kind of way, because they are not the same indeed.

Elvis surely sounded quite different performing "When My Blue Moon Turns to Gold Again" in 1968, and the variation on the sound is not only due to his voice itself. The 50s recording of that song it's a typical 50s tune with the characteristic "doo-wop" background singing (by The Jordanaires), while the late 60s performance is an acoustic version, a jam session, with the only background singer being Charlie Hodge and no "doo-wop" at all is added to it. It's sounds different, but in good way. Elvis' hoarse, full-bodied voice is just magnificent sounding. Maybe, just maybe Elvis' voice was indeed so strong by 1968 that it would be more of a fit to a more sensual song among his 50s recordings, such as "Paralyzed" or "Anyplace In Paradise" - both from the same album where "When My Blue Moon Turns to Gold Again" comes from (Elvis' 2nd studio LP) - but I appreciate very much the way the song sounds in his matured voice anyway.

I like sharing those before and after performances of the same tune just out of fun, because I appreciate all of them and I think Elvis added to the tune when he sounded different performing the same song quite a few years after when the tune was first recorded by him. You can pick your favorite, sure, but speaking bad about one of the performances is not fair since they are so nonequivalent. I prefer Elvis' mature voice, always, but I do love both performances.

“When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold Again" (Live On The Ed Sullivan Show), January 6, 1957:

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“When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold Again" (Live on the NBC "Singer Presents Elvis" TV Special — "'68 Comeback Special" — taped on June 27, 1968.

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beautifulpersonpeach · 7 months

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I'm very much surprised by I don't have a girlfriend stop asking me that approach JK took. I guess they truly get annoyed by what people say or how they never get asked about more important things to them, like the actual work. I'm surprised he went there

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I’ve been *living* for Jungkook’s lives in Chapter 2. This is right up there with him directly addressing those who hate him as a hobby and 2nd job, him clearly and simply stating his ambitions as a solo pop artist, or JK showing awareness and being frank about the way he engages with the fandom. Jungkook has always been pretty straightforward about how he goes about things, and that’s not changed much in Chapter 2.

From his speech and tone you could tell how exasperated he was lol. He was there to talk about his work, promote his music, and talk a bit about BTS, but some people kept spamming questions about his supposed girlfriend based on a clip not even some of the nastiest JK anti galleries on the k-side could take seriously. My dude was so over it lmaooo.

RM flat out saying he won’t apologize for listening to a song that k-pop stans decided to grossly mischaracterize; Yoongi unapologetically using the allotted time in his MS extension to tour and then begin service as he always said he would; Jimin straight up addressing the mess around FACE and the encores and re-asserting himself on his own terms; and Taehyung / Jungkook doing whatever the heck he likes.

I love this for them.

And want to see more of this in Chapter 2.

One thing I want to say though, is that I’m seeing comments about him saying ARMYs are his girlfriend, and for the people making a big deal out of this, this is yet another instance of the language barrier kicking their asses. There’s no native speaker who actually heard JK who thinks he meant that seriously. He was clearly exasperated and the grammar suggests he was responding to a comment he saw. The takeaway of what he said is closer to him saying he’s right now married to his job or focused on his career - the standard response BTS has given to that question over the years, than him implying he actually sees himself as the boyfriend to millions of people.

Most ARMYs I’ve seen so far have been able to tell that difference. It’s a different matter for k-pop stans though, who even in the best scenarios manage to infuse bad faith into the discussion.

Some going as far as to blame any stalking and sasaeng crimes he deals with on his words… as though even the most reticent members don’t deal with sasaeng activity to the same degree. As though the sorts of people who commit these crimes are the sorts who would care one way or the other about what their target actually wants.

But such is the nature of ‘discourse’ in these parts.

#bts #jungkook #jimin #namjoon #yoongi #Taehyung #bts chapter 2 #fandom behaviour #kpop #bts fandom

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it's been two years since my justin bieber phase ended and yet he's still my 2nd most listened to artist of all time on statsforspotify. are you fucking kidding me

#thoughts and such #in other news gracie is finally in my top three #spotify wrapped this year is probably gonna be taylor then gracie then lorde then olivia then green day #as for top songs i have no clue

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Hi friends, I illegally logged into tumblr on my work computer on the first working day of 2023 specifically to make this post properly. I don't have a good computer and I simply could not do this on my phone.

Ok, Time to get emo :)

I discovered SKZ at the end of last year, I personally date my anniversary to somewhere between December 29th 2021 and January 2nd 2022. It's a good thing too because I get overemotional at the end of the year anyway and now I can just schedule all my gratitude and emo times at the same time.

I want to start from the beginning bc the only reason 2022 was a good year for me was this discovery. this is a bit of recap for me because I wanted to do it. If you're tagged in it it means that you played a part in my year and meant something to me. Feel free to only read your little paragraphs (or nothing at all, theres no obligation), this is bound to get unspeakably long.

first, I want to give a quick shout out to the people I started talking to/followed more recently @hyunpic (I haven's checked twitter today, did hyunjin kill you yet or did he get all of that out of the way in 2022?) @mybodyfails (did u ever listen to stromae?) @jisungsjaistandjeekies (how was the first day of your new job?) The best thing about getting another year on tumblr is the promise of getting to know you all more <3

@quokki you were literally the first person I ever followed for stray kids content. It was around february, when I looked for fanart for the first time and reactivated my twitter and I found your hannies. It took a little longer but I'm so glad we are friends now. I really love our chats/meltdowns abt hanji and you're incredibly talented and kind and also just correct abt a lot of stuff lmao

@alexenglish alex, I know we don't talk that much but you were the first person to really talk to me abt k-pop stuff and I will never forget that. I also cannot thank you enough for showing me rolling quartz and for reading the stupid thing that i wrote that one time. it seems trivial but i literally do not show anyone my writing ever and anytime I do and it's a good experience it makes me a little braver so thank you, seriously. and also thank you for sticking around even when I'm a dick

my first comeback in march was soso special because I had people to freak out with. I was in Ireland at the time and even hough I was brand new in online stayville I felt a lot less alone than I could've.

in april i started talking to @sailsflyseaward but I honestly can't believe it has only been 9 months. We've met 3! times since then and you're already one of my most precious online friends and I feel like I've known you way longer. I have to try very hard to stay cynical and not believe in fate and the universe being a good place when I think about how we could've just never met.

I was EXHAUSTED the first 4 months of this year, I hated most of it. I turned 30 in april, i had been to ireland and to the north sea on vacation in march and april but all of it felt hollow and exhausting and terrible. In germany we say that may makes everything anew and it certainly was true for me this year. I planned a trip to toronto, I got a raise, I got to see mamamoo, ive and a bunch of others live and i spoke a little to so so many sweet people.

@nevoono who makes literally the cutest fucking things ever and was my first german k-pop friend ever and also is just... really cool in such a unique way. idk I'm sorry I'm terrible at keeping up.

to @ambivartence who I don't talk to a ton but who also is literally the coolest artist alive and made me feel very happy to know that others also travel very far to see their groups. I stare at your paintings so much, i honestly should not admit it but there's just always so much to see.

and to @pvddins-art who is one of the sweetest and kindest and most generous people I've ever met, which is a high bar because I use those words for a lot of people, but for you they are more true than for anyone.

getting to go to a k-pop festival in germany as my first experience was so good too. I really had no idea what it means to ba a k-pop fan and the whole community and culture and incredible vibes around it when you're there in person. I had a very exhausting day and it was hot as hell and I had a migraine after but it was all worth it

interlude because I don't remember when I started talking to you:

@brianbangs tay my sweetheart, i love you so much. you're just one of the people who get it. like. idk, it's hard for me to put into words properly but you get it when I'm being a hater and you get it when I'm being emotional and you get it when I'm being horny and you accept all of it. I also think you're really fucking creative and talented and I love being here with you so much

then june came and it was one of my best months ever ever. I went to another festival and got to relive the music I loved as a teen. seeing the strokes 16 years after I was a fan made me cry a lot lol. I went to see my favorite people alive @starmotions, @fromadifferentphase (and the third one who is missing but u know who u are) in toronto. and I do mean this literally you're my favorites. I'm the most me when I'm with you, I think of everyone who knows me no one knows me so completely. there isn't anyone I share more parts of myself with. the 1 week I just got to hang out with you was so incredibly precious to me, it made me power through most of the rest of the year. moments of joy! I got to see toronto and got to spend time with people I love. one of my friends came all the way from salt lake city just to see me.

then I went to new york and now there's a long ass list coming because 1. it was the first time I met my beloved julia, 2. it was when i met my beloved kay 3. i got to travel with my beloved di and we got to explore new york and eat so many tacos and learn about queer art and history and also it was when I met both

@chanstopher and @lonelystreetlight and I'm puting you both in the same paragraph bc I started talking to both of you at the same time and also discovered that we're literally the same tumblr user, I cannot believe that I found the old 1D crowd again and the old glee crowd AND even the old starkid people. ok, I had to google the songs from the space tour just now but it's insane that I could text someone about both status quo by starkid AND zone by 3racha.

and lastly it was OF COURSE when i fucking saw fucking stray kids in fucking person (sorry) I was so numb from everything going on, and from the heat and from newark airport that I didn't even cry but looking back on it I honestly can't even begin to believe how lucky I was to be able to do all of that in just one month.

july was the month I went to see harry styles (meh) and hang out with an old friend because of it (yay) and I have literally nothing else in my calender for the entire month but I know I was a bit stressed. however I don't think it was a terrible time.

In august I went to the south of germany on vacation to celebrat my moms birthday, we went to the opera outdoors and I felt extremely fancy the entire time and also saw so many flowers. then we started the stayblr discord.

@snug-gyu @hanjesungs @ggthydrangea @littleclouds @shmalll @babychicklix and everyone else in there! I am so glad it's a space to hang out and message each other and talk about skz. I know I left very quickly (unfortunately group situations are terrible for my mental health and I felt very bad very quickly) but I still got to start chatting with so many cool people and I'm always so happy that we did that.

@bangchanies king of the dumpster that is new jersey, my absolute favorite eyeshadow model and another one of the bitches that just get it, u know? you just get what I'm trying to say and I am grateful to have you to text when I want to be annoying. (you're also secretly incredibly sweet and I think you're honestly just a very kind and empathetic person and i would be sadder without you but i will not tell anyone that you're secretly nice)

@cheekyquokka even though you're not IN the server, I feel like we started really talking around the same time so you're getting put in here as well. you're so generous and sweet to your friends, I remember the surprise and amazement from both bee and ale at the packages you sent them, you're such a great fucking mutual to have because you know yourself and you make really cool gifs, every time one of yours comes across my dash i know it. idek why. anyway, thank you <3

around september was when I finally started the group chat and seven made it complete, so here comes that bit. I needed to make sure you all know how much you mean to me.

@bourgeoix I swear in some off-kilter way we are soulmates. you make both my fandom brain and the little kid that didn't know popstars but could draw the shape of gorbachevs blood spot feel at home. you're soooo fucking smart and we have like debated moral philosophy and learning and reasoning styles at length so I won't go into it but it's one of those amazing fated coincidences that we both befriended seven and then each other. you think it's cool that I live near to Olaf Scholz's barbershop. you're my favorite of all the nerds. I could read the stuff you write for years and years and never get bored. I need to eat your brain (as jace or seven would say) and I love that we get to be both smart and very very very dumb together.

@hyumjim I honestly cannot top what mel said but you're like. my only grown up friend. You genuinely have a patience and kindness with people that is really hard to find. I know you don't show this to everyone but it makes me all the more grateful that I get to experience it. you're also insane. when seven first added you to the gc I had sth to say that felt really crazy to me and was nervous in front of you and seven said 'emily is also insane' and so i posted it in the gc and now we're friends. i don't remember what it was but you gave great advice and i sort of feel like we disagree and fight in all the ways that makes a relationship better and you make me insecure but in a fun way. you're a huge hater and yet you genuinely love people and humanity more than most people alive. thank you for listening to me.

@jellino jace idek how to describe you but you're like....... my little brother but not in a lame way. you're also older than me in some ways. idk, I just love how much you love stuff. I love how sure you are of what you're not, even while always wondering what you are. I think of you so much when I see sea creatures and ice age characters and dumb stuff. the other day I saw a squirrel irl and i thought 'I have to send this to jace' bc it reminded me of scrat from ice age. i cannot look at a penguin without thinking about you. I don't think I'll ever go to a zoo and not think of you. I also am always hoping that you are ok, that you find your way, that you know I'm happy and proud to know you...

@bewby my love. seven. I think it will never not be complicated how much I love you because I want you to be ok so bad. but it doesn't matter if you are or not for me to love you a whole lot. you're so funny and so smart and I say neither of these things lightly, like you have such a quick wit and you want everyone to be ok so bad and you love people so much and i hope that some day you will know that it is enough and you are enough. meeting you that one time was so fun, like we literally did not need more than a half hour to find sooo much stuff to talk about. I love having a german kpoppie friend, I love your tender heart, I love how understanding you are! I hope you know how much!

honestly it's all 4 of you that got me through fall and winter so far, it's venting and bitching and joking and writing insanely long messages to you that make me feel like a human instead of a gremlin. It's knowing that you like me and think I'm someone you want to listen to. You mean so much to me, I can never pay that back.

so much happened in my personal k-pop world in october PLUS most of my friends had their birthdays too so it was a bit stressful and it ended with my great uncle dying but i did get to see my old friends and family, so it was good in the end.

november was cold and dark as always but i got to feel so much warmth in scotland, just spending a few days going to museums and coffeeshops and nothing else and then seeing my love julia for the scond time, learning about history and eating pies. then I went to london to see @sunflowercocoa again after 5 fucking years and it was so much fun. I know you know how much I love you, I had such a good time, thank you for being my friend. Thank you for making me leave the house, thank you for being generous and fun and spending time with me. I know you're strong enough to get through the next year or so and I know you're gonna be so happy and so successful and you have a great life ahead. I know you're not here much anymore and that it kind of annoys you but you were a big part of this year and this is like my diary at this point tbh.

i also met @geniaparadox my homie and so much fun to hang out with. honestly our day together kind of made me wish i could've gotten to hang out with you in high school, i feel like we would have been friends. thank you for talking to me abt how underrated felix is and for looking at the bts stuff in hmv and despair because being a k-pop fan in europe is very sad and for buying japanese tea and just being cool. i am so happy that you get to not go back to that job

december was november but worse but I started it off sososo well, seeing julia the 3rd time and going to nuremberg and munich and being slightly tipsy at the christmas market everywhere and going swing dancing for the first time and trying so many fun food and drink things. It was a sad and anxiety-inducing month because so many people I know were ill or dying but in the end we mostly made it through and I am grateful. I got to spend the end of the year surrounded by babies and puppies and it felt good to not have to deal with grown-up things for a few days and just play.

#personal #life #middle of the day text posts #i love u all im so sorry for this

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The motherfucking uhhhhhhhhg

ARCHETYPE MASTERPIST

Oh please pleas read this whole thing and reblog Isswear I'm not insane and put way to much effort into it scratching at my cage bars also this is probabty the only time u guys will get more oc info than my insta story viewers so be grateful/s

The only real difference between a shadow and paper archetype is slightly different powers available, like shadow archetype's can sneak past things a lot. better due to being able to blend into shadows, and can teleplane without the user even knowing the ability since it's kinda just innate to their state of being (I’ll explain what teleplaning is too sorry this is so long—). The difference between forming one or the other can just be a difference in mentality, but it can also steam from fact that a shadow archetype can be easier to form for someone who's less artistic. Though personally I think it'd be cool if an archetype can be mad from anything that's relatively 2D.

imagine that Raz's doodle archetype wouldn't change much as he got older, or maybe become a tiny bit less "young" or simplified but kinda just, stay the same over the years, since he kinda just embodies Raz's younger mindset anyway. Raz's archetypes r split into the motifs of young and mature, whereas Dex's are themed after quiet and loud/showy. Here's something I said about dex's bandit archetype that sums it up p well

But the reason that Dex's 1st doesn't change while his 2nd one does is centered on the fact that the formation and purpose of his 1st archetype is just so heavily tied to his childhood, whereas the second is a mirror of his parents/what his parents wanted him to be, but y know, utilizing that for his own benefit. His second archetype has a loud showman type personality, and is, I have no idea how to put this other than, Cheshire Cat-y. For context be iirc I only put this on my insta story, his parents r two non-psychic magicians, who are "generally okay" with psychics but are rily dissatisfied with their son being one as [insert explanation screenshot I don't think I could articulate better]

As for his magician archetype's abilities though along with any basic paper archetype stuff he can summon as well as turn into a large playing card, which can help with any sort of platforming type activities, as well as suck up and shoot back out any enemies from his hat. Any other campy type magician abilities you can think of he can probably do too.

Dex himself probably argues the most with his own archetypes though only his second one really but I think Raz's would butt heads on the occasion as well, especially with his doodle archetype probably not listening to the other two that well lol. Also playing around with the scenario what if Raz were to be affected with any sort of mental affect that caused him to act erratically or against his own motives that his archetypes would be able to operate independently of him and be able to help the psychonauts still!

As for teleplaning here’s just what I have in my notes about it

I have no idea how to explain it other than just. That.

#my art #psychonauts ocs #psychonauts original character #psychonauts fanart #psychonauts art #psychonauts raz #psychonauts razputin #razputin aquato #raz aquato #raz archetype #psychonauts #Dex’s magician archetype’s voice claim is probably cuphead bc thats a voice I actually considered for Dex #i imagine he doesn’t change much hair and outfit wise as Dex gets older #though I might decide against that later lol #also Raz’s shadow archetype just point blank hates him #this continues when they’re adults but just lightly homoerotically now #because it’s fun #i would nickname him just shadow for simplicity but then I feel like I’m talking about the hedgehog—#my brain is SoFull and no one to talk to<//3

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manmetaphysical · 4 months

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It is well known that Sagittarians make great teachers, lawyers, performers, comedians, artists, philosophers, leaders and musicians. And even with Mercury in Sagittarius, great writers too. So that runs the gamut. So this is a comprehensive round up just in case you missed how multi faceted this zodiac sign actually is, its range is wide. Top of the list are the giants like William Blake who straddles poetry, art and mysticism, and Ludwig Beethoven whose work is monumental and will still be listened to in hundreds of years. But there was also Oliver Messiaen who composed music La Constellation du Sagittaire which was his zodiac sign.

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Sagittarians make great magicians like Franz Bardon. He was much less known than Aleister Crowley, but nevertheless regarded as one of the most important occultists of the 20th Century, and still we have Dion Fortune, let’s not forget, who was also a Sagittarian and an acute psychologist. for a modern Sagittarian magicians look to Uri Geller. Needless to say Sagittarians also make great astrologers like Robert Hand Nik Kollerstrom and Karen Hamaker-Zondag and these are only the known charts.

Dec 2nd, is the birthday of Britney Spears, who in spite of her wobbly personality is still much loved and, when on form, delivers the goods as a performer. But so many Sagittarian singers. Note also Christine Aguilera, Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, and Nicki Minaj- who all love to perform. But before them some of the greats of old include Frank Sinatra, Dionne Warwick and thunder thighs (Sagittarius is linked to the thighs) herself, Tina Turner who became the ultimate Buddhist fulfilling the yearnings of her spiritual nature.

There are also some oddball singers Little Richard, Frank Zappa, Ted Nugent and Tom Waits, and there are two outstanding opera stars Maria Callas, whose voice no one can match, and Jose Carreras.

Sagittarians can even be great hedonists crazies who go off piste from time to time, but are still entertaining. There’s Jim Morrison of the Doors, Ozzy Osbourne of Black Sabbath, Jay-Z and wild man Billy Idol. Some Sagittarians in this category can come across with a certain edgy swagger like Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones.

Then there are philosopher teachers, leader and gurus like Osho, Bruce Lee and B.K.S. Iyengar also embody many quintessentially Sagittarian traits as ultimate teachers all offering some form of physical practice yoga and martial arts-which marries the higher and lower self. Iyengar said ‘my body is my temple and the asanas are my prayers’ but he also said, as a true Sagittarian, that ‘honesty is essential’ in teaching. With Mercury in Sagittarius he could sometimes be difficult to understand when speaking. But there’s also wiseacre, Noam Chomsky, who functions in dual areas as linguistic philosopher and political activist, and then there's author who popularises 'Life School' philosophy, Alain de Botton.

Then we have the artists and painters from Masaccio, to Kandinsky, Paul Klee, Jan Toroop to Lucien Freud and the ever controversial, Marina Abramovic. But one mention must go to French artist and teacher of painting, William Adolph Bougereau, His name was tarnished as being too traditional, not being ‘modern’ enough by Picasso and the art gallery owners who ganged up against him and cast him into the margins of art history as an old fuddy duddy, but he was was as skilled and technically accomplished as any of the Renaissance painters, ran his own school and more hard working and prolific than any of the Impressionists or Post-Impressionists or Cubists.

Then we have the visionary Sci Fi writers Philip K. Dick author of the stories that made it into film: Blade Runner, Minority Report and The Adjustment Bureau. Dick spoke of visions of the future that have if not come true, then are resonating widely. His imagination was as fertile as any and he worked at top speed even bringing downloads of Gnostic wisdom into novels like Valis. Also Arthur C. Clarke and C.S. Lewis were both Sagittarians. These are the big names in the field whose legacy remains strong.

And the film directors can’t be bigger Fritz Lang, Stephen Spielberg and Ridley Scott who directed some of the best known films in past decades and has just directed Napoleon. But working on a smaller, more intimate scale we should not ignore Woody Allen, John Cassavetes, and the lesser known Argentinian film director, Marco Berger.

And who is the most loved actress in the UK? Yorkshire born, Dame Judi Dench as talented and versatile as any actress can be. But world renowned actors include Liv Ullman, John Malkovich, Christopher Plummer, Brad Pitt, Kim Basinger, Julianne Moore and Jake Gylenhaal, most of them known around the world not just in their home countries.

Finally the athletes. Sagittarius is a fully developed physical sign – the hybrid centaur- so we have runner Florence Griffiths-Joyner, Donovan Bailey, and Oscar Pistorius, and football player Kylian Mbappe, along with Tennis players Boris Becker and Monia Seles.

See who else you can recognise in the collage of famous Sagittarians and in the list.

And now to end with comedian Bill Hicks, a Sagittarian, capturing the essence of a daily thought in the minds of these fiery, idealistic spirits:

“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while.

Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, “Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?” And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, “Hey, don’t worry; don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.” And we … kill those people. “Shut him up! I’ve got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok …

But it doesn’t matter, because it’s just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”

If you think the world is accelerating towards a collective psychosis, you are not alone but it could be a magnified reflection of our own fears. According to author Paul Levy to recognise that there’s a dream-like quality to reality is the first step to activating your creative higher self, and to use the Daimon- the inner genius or ‘higher’ self- is a way to counter the wetiko mind-blindness that appears to have become virulent in the world. This means taking a ‘quantum’ perspective and Sagittarius is at home with the quantum world and the weird and multiple perspectives and dimensions it brings to bear on the old solidified way of seeing reality.

#Sagittarius #Sagittarian #Jupiter #Zodiac #SagittarianWriters #SagittarianArtists #SagittarianLeaders #SagitarianSingers #SagittarianComedians

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#Sagittarius #Jupiter #Zodiac #Sagittarian #SagittarianLeaders #astrology #SagittarianWriters #SagittarianSingers

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Confession: Buckle up, this may be a long one.

I've had the same fictional character appearing in my dreams from time to time for the past 5 years.

It all started when I saw a piece of fanart back in my days on DeviantArt around...2017-2018. I thought the character looked cool, but didn't check out what the series he was from was. I did, however, come to the conclusion, just by his vibes alone, that I would like him if I got into whatever he was from.

A while later, that image basically forgotten by now, I tuned into a stream where an artist I follow was doing a poster design for something. In the middle of the poster design...it was him again. I remembered the picture I saw on DA and my interest had been sparked again. Turns out he wasn't from an anime, as I had first assumed, but instead, a Japanese video game.

I then found out the games were on Steam and ended up getting the first two. However, this character was from the 2nd game, so I had to wait until I was finished with the first game to really figure out what he was like, and if my initial reaction would end up being true.

During the time it took me to finish the first game, I had found someone who made some meme videos using the character sprites from the series. There were a few I watched with that specific character in it, so I finally saw what he actually looks like in game.

And then, it started.

Not long after I began to have dreams about this guy. He rarely ever spoke to me, mainly just following me and listening to (or putting up with) me rambling to him about who-knows-what.

I eventually got to the 2nd game and found out...I was right about thinking I would like him. Very right. He ended up being my favorite character in the series.

During my first play-through of the game, something weird happened. After talking with him, I had to talk with someone else to progress the plot, however, not long into that conversation with the other character, the game crashed. Then, I got a notification from Steam.

You have 1 new item in your inventory.

I opened Steam to check it out. It was a card. It was a card with that character I like on it. This is the 2nd one I had gotten. I usually don't keep duplicates, but in this case, I wanted to keep it.

Anyway, I still continued to have dreams about him. Most of the dreams, he was silent and never really acknowledged me much. Though, there were a few where he would talk to me some, and there were even some where we were friends. There were also two specific occasions in dreams where he smiled at me, which I remember very fondly.

At some point throughout all this, I ended up getting a crush on him, which I still have to this day. My guess is, it happened sometime after I finished the game, though I don't exactly remember.

So, my confession? I ended up getting into a game series entirely because I saw a guy I thought looked interesting, and I ended up getting a crush in him. I also ended up having him haunt my dreams for 5 years. That should be it, right?

No.

Not too long before, I began to see the number 107 all over the place. It started with an order ticket number at McDonald's as well as a license plate in the parking lot and ended up being a number I'd see a lot on the clock. But it turned into much, much more. In a very weird way.

I began to notice a lot of things I like were connected to 107 in some way. The release date of my favorite anime, the birthday of one of my friends, the amount of pages in a comic I had been following...

There had to be some connection to this guy with that number as well, right?

Well, I began to look around, see if there was anything and...nothing. I didn't find anything...until one day.

I was sitting in my living room, alone, thinking, and a crazy idea popped into my head: Birthday.

So, I opened a calendar picture in MS Paint, circled my birthday and the birthday of this character. I then counted the amount of days inbetween our birthdays (not counting the days themselves).

107 days.

I had found it. And it had driven me MAD. I feel like Charlie from the Pepe Silvia meme. I feel like I have enough material to make a conspiracy about SOMETHING but I don't know WHAT.

And your question, that I bet you've had since the beginning of this ramble, "Who is this character?"

His name is Gundham Tanaka from the murder mystery series Danganronpa. This man single-handedly pulled me into a series I both love and hate as well as kick-off my slow decent into madness over a single number that I can't just call a coincidence anymore after THAT. I love this man, and that is not an understatement. I hope he shows up again in another one of my dreams soon. It's been a while.

I hope you enjoyed this relatively normal ramble that slowly got more and more whack as it went on.

this is absolutely wonderful

i love this

thank you so much for taking the time to send this!

#eating your asks #eating your confessions

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Author: @ihearthes

Pairing: Harry x Reader Insert (2nd person)

Rating: Smut

Word Count: 3100

Originally written 2017 (revised 2023)

Saturday Night Live

When your best friend (and SNL hair stylist) Samantha called, she was frantic. “You’ve got to come do makeup this week! Trinity’s sick. We need your skills.”

Anxious for the paycheck and hopeful for a regular spot on the team, you readily agreed. But after standing so closely to Harry throughout the show as you applied and reapplied his makeup for Saturday Night Live, you’re sweating at the end of the night. It’s warm backstage, but the heat you feel has nothing to do with the air conditioning and everything to do with the smoldering gaze of one Harry Styles.

It is all business, right?

So why do you have butterflies in the pit of your stomach every time he looks at you? You pretend to ignore how stunning and green his eyes are as you blend the foundation. And why is your mouth dry every time he invites you to stand in the vee created by his spread legs while you work on his eyebrows?

Harry, arrogantly, is paying zero attention to you, talking to Samantha as she styles his hair. And when he places his hands on your hips, it’s only to steady you. All night, he’s barely said two words to you outside of a nod of recognition.

He doesn’t treat anyone else with such disdain. Casting your mind backwards a couple of years, you attempt to dredge up a memory of what might have pissed him off to such an extent. With everyone else, he’s bubbly, friendly, funny, and droll. With you, he’s practically taciturn.

So when the night is over after a smashing success with only a few flubbed lines, it’s time to get the hell out of Dodge. Politely declining the after party invite Samantha throws your way, you make an excuse.

“I’ve got to take my makeup case home. Plus I’m all sweaty. By the time I get to my apartment and showered, it will be too late.”

Samantha snorts, “First of all, it will never be too late, honey. The SNL after party goes all night long. And secondly,” she laughs, “the party is at Rue 57.” She raises her eyebrow.

This news causes you to sag against your wheeled makeup case. Rue 57 is the French restaurant at the base of your apartment building. Dammit.

“Chop chop!” Sam prods you out of the stage door, steering past the fans lined up for cast autographs.

It takes about ten minutes to walk to your apartment building, and the hair stylist is in a chatty mood.

“Harry was so fun! I love it when he hosts. So easy to work with, and he doesn’t really care how awful his hair looks for the sketches or what wigs I put on him. Don’t you agree that he’s simply the most amiable host ever?” Your quick nod is meant to convey agreement, and it’s sufficient as Sam carries on her monologue as though she were the host. Your bestie waits downstairs as you take your case up in the elevator, wishing there was a way to beg off. On the flip side, this is the first SNL after party to which you’ve been invited despite filling in last minute several times over the past few years. You tell yourself that you may not even see Harry there. He’ll probably be chatting up the interns, cast members, and staff rather than bothering with the makeup artist he ignored all night. Plus, if it’s really miserable, you only have to take the elevator back upstairs to your cozy apartment.

Stealing a few extra minutes, you refresh the makeup sweated off from your proximity to Harry and change your shirt to one that doesn’t have pit stains.

Entering the Salon at Rue 57, you feel left out as Harry waves Sam to his side immediately, leaving you bereft and sad. Taking a glass of champagne from the server carrying a tray full of them, you stand and watch the man who had been ignoring you all night. He’s laughing with two of the crew members -- his face filled with joy, his mouth open, exposing his tongue and his chewing gum -- and you want to laugh too because the sound and sight are infectious. When he listens, he does so intently, leaning forward, asking questions. You desperately want that intensity turned in your direction. Quickly, you down the champagne, grabbing a second glass as a new server appears.

Turning away from where Harry is holding court, you engage in conversation with former cast member Leslie Jones and one of the cameramen. Grabbing some sushi from a passing tray, you are so engrossed in the conversation that you nearly forget about Harry until suddenly his deep, sexy voice whispers in your ear.

“Too much mercury isn’t good for you,” his husky voice intones, and you freeze with the current piece of spicy tuna roll halfway to your mouth. You recognize his voice, but you cannot fathom why he is talking to you.

“Harry!” Leslie cries out, reaching to hug him. He leans in to her, wrapping both of his arms around her waist, pulling her in more closely for the tightest hug you’ve ever witnessed. The jealousy that swells in the pit of your stomach has you turning away quickly, wistfully gazing in the direction of the exit.

Casually taking a step backwards out of the circle with Leslie, Harry, and the cameraman, you unceremoniously bump into Lorne Michaels who is standing behind you. Horrified, you apologize profusely, which Mr. Michaels brushes off, asking if you enjoyed working the show tonight. And suddenly you’re trapped in a one on one dialogue with the producer of SNL with no means of escape. He’s asking you questions and telling you stories, and you try not to be too obvious about catching Sam’s attention so she can rescue you.

But it’s Harry who liberates you, in the most unlikely of ways -- by spilling his red wine down the collar of your shirt from behind. Jumping away from him, you turn angrily, “What the hell?” Seeing it’s him, your anger leaves you as quickly as it had come, and you turn back to Mr. Michaels (“Call me Lorne, my girl.”), making your apologies in a calm voice.

“I’m going to have to go change, Lorne. Thank you so much for allowing me to be part of this historic night.” You politely incline your head towards him as you pat yourself with napkins. Avoiding eye contact with Harry, you exit the restaurant quickly, relieved that you’ve had a reason to escape.

It isn’t until you’re at your building’s secure door that you realize that Harry has followed you.

“Where are you off to, love?” he inquires, as you open the door without waiting for the doorman.

Throwing your hands in the air, you stalk into the building, aware that he’s two steps behind you, unsure as to why he would accompany you other than to ask for forgiveness.

“Just going to change my clothes.” You reply as pleasantly as you can, knowing that you’re planning to exchange the wine-stained shirt for a pair of pajamas. “And you’re forgiven, so no apology is needed.”

When he steps onto the elevator behind you, you breathlessly turn to face him.

“Uh…..why are you following me? I already accepted your non-apology.” Pushing the button for your floor, you cross your arms defensively. Why is he there? Why isn’t he at the party?

“Who says I’m following you?”

“Escorting me then,” you murmur, “I know how to change my clothes all by myself. Been doing it for a couple of decades.” Your flippant side appears rather suddenly, probably as a result of anxiety.

“Ah! There she is!” Harry crows, practically whooping.

Curiously, you gaze at him, “Who?”

“The cheeky girl I met the last time I needed makeup in New York.” Harry drawls.

As you stare at him with your mouth agape, the elevator stops. He nods towards the open doors. “Must be your floor.”

But you don’t move from the doorway, holding the doors open so that the elevator doesn’t leave. “Mhm. Thanks for ushering me to my floor, Harry. See you later.”

In one swift move, you step back just as the doors start closing, and you think he’s been trapped having to ride the lift back downstairs. But he’s agile, inserting his foot just as the door is nearly closed, and the electronic eye catches, opening it again, exposing you.

In the hallway now, he’s crowding you, and you don’t know what to do about it. Ignore him? Kiss him? With few good choices, you stalk towards your door, facing Harry once you have the door open. “I’ll just be a minute,” you prompt, hoping he will leave from here.

Instead, he leans in, his arm reaching over yours to hold the door open. His eyes flicker to your lips, and your breath catches. Darting his gaze back to your eyes, he silently asks for permission to do what you’ve imagined over and over throughout the night.

With only a small nod of acquiescence, he captures your lips in a sweet, hot kiss that leaves you desperate for air. His lips are soft and velvety, and he tastes of peppermint. You lean into the kiss, desperate for this connection with him, wrapping your hand in the tangle of curls at his neck as you urge him to move closer.

When he pulls away with a smirk, you glare at him, “What was that for? You’ve been ignoring me since the moment Sam reintroduced us.”

He waggles his eyebrows, “Because as soon as I saw you again, I knew I’d not be able to concentrate on my job tonight. And damn! You made it really challenging pushing your boobs in my face every time I needed a touch up. Been rock hard most of the night.”

At those words, he steps into you so that you can feel how the truth of his words. A moan escapes your lips as you feel his length. This is all news to you, as you’ve spent the entire show thinking he wanted nothing to do with you.

“Not my fault, Harry. We could have taken care of this earlier if you’d only said something.” You retort arrogantly.

He’s got this look on his face that reminds you of an eager puppy dog. “Really? You would have been on board earlier?”

When you nod with a naughty look on your face, Harry taunts, “Hmm...Suppose we get you out of that shirt?”

Agreeing fervently, you step into your tiny one bedroom apartment with its postage stamp sized kitchen and bedroom that barely fits your queen-sized bed. As soon as the door is closed, Harry clicks all three locks, including the security latch. You’re immediately nervous, clasping your hands behind your back and rocking back and forth.

“So, uh…” you start, “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” he stalks towards you, “I was just thinking we should start with that shirt. I’m sure you’ll need my help with those buttons since they’re probably wet.”

You nod and Harry reaches out with both hands, grabbing the fabric around the buttons. In one move, he rips open the shirt and buttons fly everywhere.

“Oops,” he says with mock innocence, “Looks like I’m not very good at wet buttons either.” Peels the shirt off of your arms, he drops it on the floor near the abandoned buttons. You didn’t really like that shirt anyway, and the wine probably stained it beyond the point of repair, although right now you really don’t give a damn about the shirt.

Giggling, you draw in a breath when his large hands cover your breasts, still trapped in your bra. Harry moves his hands deftly behind your back, unhooking the offensive device with a smooth practiced flick of his fingers.

Pulling the scrap of material away, Harry’s eyes glaze over as he views your mounds of flesh, pert, with nipples beaded and ready for his tongue. As he plays with your breasts, you tentatively reach out to touch his length through his trousers. Hissing in a breath, he pauses.

“Yeah,” he sighs regretfully, “not going to be able to do this slowly.” He shifts backwards out of your reach so you are forced to remove your hand from the shape of his cock.

Standing in your living room, shirtless, wearing only a skirt, stockings, and comfy work shoes, you shiver in anticipation. Without warning, Harry spins you around so that you are facing the window. You put your hands out to maintain your balance, landing with one hand on the glass pane while the other grips the windowsill. Harry’s hands reach around to your front, manipulating your nipples again as he whispers in your ear, tickling the skin there with his breath, “Are you wet for me, babe?’

To be quite honest, if you hadn’t previously been wet for him, you certainly are now with that sexy voice in your ear. And to be even more honest, even if only with yourself, you had been wet for him from the second Sam had revealed that it was his makeup you’d be applying. One hand on your left nipple, Harry slides his right hand under your skirt, stepping back completely, looking at you with what you can only assume is shock.

“Holy fuck. Stockings, love?” His voice cracks on the word “stockings”, and you smile broadly, still pressed against the glass. No way in hell had you anticipated this moment; the fact that you’d chosen stockings tonight of all nights was indeed serendipitous.

Approaching you again, he nudges your ankles apart with his foot, flipping your skirt over your backside and exposing your panties, snapping the garters holding up those stockings. Returning his left hand to your boob, Harry’s right hand traces your cleft from behind, sending you squirming and bent over more than previously. Focused on his left hand, you are more aroused when you spy the tattooed cross as he kneads your breast.

Sliding one finger under the edge of your panties, Harry eases the cloth out of your slit, replacing the material with his thumb. “Oh, god. You’re so wet. Is that all for me?”

“Mhm,” you murmur, sliding your pussy up and down on his thumb until he removes it.

“Want something a little bigger than my thumb?” With a jaunty lick followed by his teeth lightly scraping the bare skin of your shoulder, Harry manages to increase your desire for him.

At the sound of a zipper being lowered, you start to turn around, but Harry quickly puts his hand in the center of your back to hold you in position. “Oh, don’t move, love. I’m enjoying this view.”

Biting your lower lip, you swivel your hips. “This view, Harry?” you ask playfully.

Harry groans, “That’s a pretty nice view.”

You hear a package being ripped open, and you know that he’s providing protection for you both. Disappointment rolls through you. Choosing to share that information with him may be a mistake, though, because when you purr, “Dammit. I wanted a taste,” Harry curses loudly.

“Don’t say things like that,” he chides, “I’m so close to exploding already.”

“As long as you explode in me, Harry. Doesn’t matter if it’s in my mouth or my pussy.” Your voice sounds like honey oozing.

“Fuck me,” Harry breathes out, ripping your panties in one quick move.

“Harry!” you whine, “Those were my favorite pair!”

“I’ll buy you a thousand new pairs,” he gasps, positioning himself behind you.

When he starts to slide in, you cannot believe his size. With one hand, he guides himself into you while the other rests on your waist. Every time he feels like too much, you grip the hand on your waist and he pauses until the pressure eases, allowing him to glide further inside you. Before long, he’s fully seated.

“You feel so good filling me up,” you sigh, “Now stay still.”

Harry’s voice is confused. “Stay still? This is typically when I move.”

But when you slide yourself along his length, then push backwards to impale yourself again, he groans, and you know that he’s grasped the reason for the directive. He places both hands on your hips, probably to steady himself. You quicken the pace as you glide back and forth.

The fast pace doesn’t quite hit the spot, so you attempt a slower pace, pulling yourself nearly fully off him before sinking backwards in one swift move.

“My turn, babe,” he growls, pumping in and out of you as quickly as he can. Suddenly, he shifts positions, pulling your hair so that your back is arched, and holy shit! You can feel him hitting your g-spot as you start to tip over the edge, your walls convulsing. Reaching down, you massage your clit.

Behind you, Harry is groaning too. “Fuck! Fuuuuuucccckkkkkkk!” as he speeds up, wrapping your hair more tightly in his fist as he pumps so quickly your brain can't comprehend, but your body knows what to do. Looking out the window, your left hand pressed to the glass, you see the tiny objects below, walking around, unaware that just two dozen floors above them a makeup artist is being fucked to an amazing orgasm following a month-long drought.

When the stars shatter, you scream out his name multiple times until his pace becomes more frantic and less measured. When he tips into the abyss, his body collapses on your back, his weight resting on you while he’s still deeply embedded.

As he withdraws and disposes of the condom, you flip your skirt back over your backside. Feeling exposed, you grab a cardigan from the back of the sofa, slipping it on, drawing the sides closed. After everything, you feel more naked now than while he was buried inside you. Harry is back in moments, his pants in place, his belt unbuckled. Yanking you to him with one hand around your waist, he kisses you, his tongue seeking entrance as you relax into him.

“Next time, I need to stay in New York longer,” Harry teases, releasing you as he buttons his trousers and fastens his belt, “Now you need to find a new shirt so we can get back to the party. Skip the panties, though. I want to spend the rest of the party knowing that you’re wearing those stockings and nothing else.”

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