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Love On Tour 2022: Austin, Night 2. (26 September 2022)
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Harry, baby, what were you thinking with your outfit tonight
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i've had no love like your love
summary: both you and professor presley would like to forget about the incident between you two and you do while still occasionally falling into each other's arms when spending time with one another. the two of you finally reach a breaking point.
fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 )
rating: m
pairing: professor! elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x student! female reader
word count: 9487. i got a little carried away.
warnings: big daddy elvis. elvis using a walking stick/cane. implied praise kink. student and professor relationship ( everyone are of legal age ). religious talk. elvis being ill enough to miss class. unrequited love that would be requited if people just opened up their mouths. oral ( f receiving ). use of psalms in inappropriate ways. bunch of tears. mention of physical abuse/hitting/being kicked out of houses. use of the nickname belle for the reader. use of the derogatory name jezebel. mentions and beginning of impersonal sex like in my hearts already sinned. thigh riding.
author's note: so i'll warn you ahead of time you've got to get through a lot of words of sadness to get to their happiness in this but it's worth it. i'm honestly super glad this got the reception it did since when i posted the little teaser/trailer as my last kinktober piece i thought this was hella niche and didn't think anyone would like it since it's big daddy elvis and it's a professor au. but y'all have seemed to absolutely adore it and it makes me happy. this is not the end of them since i've got an epilogue ( purely happy, i promise ) and honestly, if anyone ever wants me to write more of them ( case in point, the ask i got about a movie night with him and belle ) or i have an urge to i probably will.
and y'all know the drill, pick your elvis poison, this is written with real elvis in mind but you can imagine austin elvis.
and previous parts are here to be read in order: 1 and 2.
There's one thought- or a series of thoughts- his mind keeps cycling back to, that keeps rolling over and over in his head as he looks at the door you just left out of. Gossip isn't something he normally cares about but when he heard your name, he couldn't help but listen in properly because when it came to you he couldn't help it, he never has been able to help it.
"She's going for Presley? That religious- he won't give her the time of day like that. She's too impure for him."
"I've heard that's why she wants him because come on man, you know he never has gone for a student. Why not have the Tour Guide show him what he's been missing? Besides she's already spending all that time in his office and wearing his jacket half the time. Bet she's gonna fuck him before Thanksgiving break. Then she'll be free."
"Two in one semester-" The calculus professor whistles. "Next semester she'll be begging for an orgy at this rate."
He's not dumb, contrary to what his teachers back in the day might have thought. No, he's not dumb but sometimes he prefers to see the best in people, sees the parts that other people might overlook. Maybe it's just from his upbringing or maybe it's from how he was treated in the music industry but he likes to think himself a good judge of the character people might otherwise keep hidden. And with you he had thought- he had thought there was something there. Something you had hidden away amongst your conquests as ill advised as they might have been. You were- you felt like the sort of person who could be taken care of while still taking care of him. You felt like coming home or like God himself had dropped an angel in his lap. The idea that he was just another man- another professor in your long line of them stung. He knows he's not a great catch any more, that he's not nearly as pretty as he was even two years ago, let alone when he used to perform on stage or was in the movie picture business but you didn't seem to mind. You seemed to enjoy him, unless he had read everything wrong, had read your lingering glances wrong. Unless he had read your reactions to his very presence wrong or how you would smile just so in a way he recognizes from some women.
If he hadn't have read this situation wrong and you had actually enjoyed his company and cared about him at least in some small part the way he cared about you, why had you answered yes to his test. Why in God's green Earth had you told him that you just wanted him to be another professor you fucked? The answer should have been that you wanted to fuck him as a person and not just- him because he was your professor. You didn't need to charm him like this- to worm your way so comfortably into his heart in a way Priscilla had and how Linda had as short as their relationship was. It's- you didn't need to play with him like this- you didn't need to be cruel.
Maybe the best thing for both of you would be to pretend none of this happened. Pretend that everything was normal and that he hadn't seen how your pussy looked in underwear that was barely there. Pretend he hadn't seen you arch your back for him. Just pretend he hadn't had you against the desk in a way that was so far from how he planned. That's- that should be what he does. You were still perhaps that good girl, that wonderful woman he thought you were, you just needed to be reminded of it continuously. Maybe he just wants to be selfish and have you in his life in whatever way he can. God, he was getting to be stupid and silly as he got older, wasn't he?
Love makes you do stupid things, you've realized this more than anything with El- Professor Presley. With other men, with other professors your brain and your heart seemed to actually be in line with one another, seemed to remember that these were flings and while their outcomes led so much to be desired you could file them away as business transactions. Business transactions that allowed you to avoid worrying about your grades if you were sick or if you had too much going on at one time. You figure it's your own fault for taking the challenge Noelle had offered you. Figure that you brought this on yourself despite knowing that you had seen the man for years now from afar and thought that he was the most attractive man you've ever laid eyes on. Thought his waistline- much as it occasionally fluctuated was perfect at damn near any size but you had a special place in your heart for his size now. You should have known your heart would believe one thing- would feel one thing while your brain would try and remind you that this- this couldn't ever be more than whatever it was. You hadn't even needed to do it, hadn't needed to take the chance on sleeping with him because you were fine when it came to his class, never missing a class or a discussion or anything that had him lowering your grades. Yet, you had to be selfish, had to ruin the relationship- the friendship you and him had with each other. You had to ruin him as a person, didn't you?
The man who had sex with you against his desk that day wasn't Elvis Presley, Professor Presley, whatever you wanted to call him. He wasn't the person you had fallen so deeply in love with that your heart ached and twisted and threatened to fall right out of your chest at the mere idea of losing him for good. He was something- someone else entirely, someone who you didn't recognize in the slightest but maybe that's who he always had been, maybe that was the man you had fallen completely in love with over the semester. Your brain hadn't bothered to entertain the idea of a life beyond this semester but you think- no, you know- that your heart had other plans. Your heart dreamed of a life with you at his side at Graceland during the summer and on the breaks at night. It dreamed of a life with you in his lap and his head in yours. You just dreamed of a life with him come whatever may be.
That dream is still in your heart as much as your brain knows it's stupid and silly and a forgone conclusion at this point. Yet, you can't stop yourself from still wanting it from pining for the mere idea of it. You can't stop yourself from taking his jacket you still have and wrapping yourself in it after you come home from that day- that absolute mess of an emotional day because that mere idea of a life with him. A life where he comforts you and wraps his arms around you when you find that life is too much or when he finds that life is too much.
Maybe that's why you don't back away, maybe that's why you let yourself continue on debasing yourself in a way that you're practically mortified to realize. Or maybe it's because after that day things go back to normal. He acts like the man you fell for, acts like the man you could see some form of a future with and could dream of living the rest of his days with. Still, you choose to believe that it's worth it, that this is all you're ever going to have of Elvis. God you wish your brain could just call him Professor Presley or Mr. Presley but when you're in his office talking about what had happened in class or the lesson plans he had for the next one he always insists on you calling him Elvis and it feels so natural rolling off your tongue. It feels like it's meant to leave your mouth in sighs as he brings you pleasure and with fondness that you can only have with someone you love to the ends of the Earth.
You should have known better, you should have known better because you might be strong, you might be the sort of person who can hold herself up with or without praise that Elvis sprinkles into your life. You're the sort of person who shouldn't do this, who wouldn't do this for anyone else if it wasn't him. You should break it off, should give yourself a clean break but he's always there and he's right there saying the words you want to hear. He's there acting like he's supposed to and you find you can't even grieve for the loss of him because he's not gone, is he? No, he's right there in front of you, almost mocking you in his actions and how they conflict when you're up against his desk, his cock sliding in and out of you with such obscene squelching and squishing because he knows how to touch you in just the right way that has you groaning against the coolness of the desk. He knows how to touch you in just the right way that has you so aroused you make a mess of whatever you touch. The times you're just on his thigh because he can't get it up- not for lack of want, but because of his body betraying him like everything else seems to- those times always end in him with a suspicious wet spot that makes him glad he's got on black pants to hide the stain you've put there from riding him.
Things feel so impersonal, such a stark contrast to the actions of both of you around the times you do these things. You're adults and yet the concept of talking about what happens- talking about how you two fall into some natural rhythm of companionship only to have it stripped away the moment one of you climbs on top of the other or the moment he pats his thigh for you to straddle- is so alien to either one of you. When you've fooled around with the other professors even when it came to the worst exits you were still able to look at them, still have that element of attachment when you would be with them up until the point where you were kicked out and where you were slapped and yelled at and chased out windows that had you breaking your ankle. With Elvis it should be the same, you want it to be the same because maybe if it was you could- it would be easier for the two of you to talk. It would be easier to not feel like this is a business transaction and that as much as he'll be the man you started to love before and after it, he won't be that man during the act. You'd say you felt used but how can you be used if you're also using him. It's silly and embarrassing and it wears you down after each time even though you always crave it just a little bit because it's all you feel like you can get of him like that. You want more than his companionship, his praise and his subtle touches on your shoulder and his laughter. You want every single bit of him you can have. You're grasping at whatever you feel you can get and you don't realize he's doing much the same thing.
It has to be impersonal because if he looks at you he doesn't trust himself to not fall to your knees and worship you like the angel sent from on high he believes you to be. He calls you Jezebel because that reminds him how you wrenched his heart from his chest and twisted it in your hands. Staying away from you isn't an option because outside of when you two fall into each other's arms you feel like his- feel like third time is truly the charm on women he adores to the ends of the Earth and that you could be the one he spends the rest of his life with- however long that may be.
However long that may be is always on his mind the more his stomach gives him issues or his body feels like it's breaking down more and more. Should try and get everything in check, try and cut out some things maybe but he's never been the most disciplined in anything that isn't religion and even then he knows he falls off that wagon on occasion. He has to miss two more classes and on one of the nights he can't sleep, his stomach contorting in on itself and his bones feeling an ache he can't shake he wishes you were there. Your presence that one night, curled up against him after he had woken up and found you on the couch only to carry you to his bed had been some of the best sleep he'd had in such a long time. You might not have healed all his ills but you served to be a balm he couldn't help but crave on this night.
The thing about him missing is that he can't know- he doesn't know that you notice the second it's Joe up at the front of your class again and you swear you want to throw up. Your stomach drops so far out of your body that it might as well be in the core of the Earth. Elvis wasn't here again which meant something- some part of his body was acting up again. Maybe you shouldn't have been on his thigh after the last class, maybe you should have just let it be one of those times when you just talked and relaxed with one another and not let it turn sexual. No- No, it would have happened regardless, after all, the last time he had missed you and him hadn't even done anything other than talk. That was before- you wouldn't dwell on it, if this was anything like the last time he'd be back come next class a little more worn down and needing perhaps more company and a bit of help but he would be fine. He's always been so larger than life and so strong that there was nothing to worry about.
Except- he doesn't come back after that first class and he misses another one and you had been lulled into a false sense of security thinking he was alright when no one including Joe was there early. No, instead you had Jerry coming in almost five minutes late telling everyone that class was canceled since anyone who would take over for EP was a little occupied and as nice as he's heard everyone was- he's a business professor- an economics one- not a religious studies kind of guy. You don't expect people to be loitering outside of the class, figuring that much like any college students they'd be rushing to the library to study or to their dorms or apartments to sleep. You wish people had done that, wished the two people you come upon would have done that.
"He's gonna be dead in a year if that, man." The student- James you think- says, rolling his eyes. "My brother had him last year and he missed one class, we're on what, our third?"
"Third and the Tour Guide wearing his jacket. Maybe that's why- she's drained him." The other laughs quietly.
"She hasn't worn it since the middle of October, no, she's already moved on. Wouldn't be surprised if he passed her along to his little Mafia." James pauses. "Whatever the case- he's dead next year. If he even gets through the semester. Sucks, man, he wasn't the worst professor."
There's a part of you that wants to hear what they have to say, hear how they want to blame you for Professor- Elvis not being here but you can feel your heartbeat rushing in your ears and feel your eyes welling up with tears you can't- you refuse- to shed in front of people and find yourself pushing past them, your boots thumping on floor as both of them laugh just a little realizing you had been listening to them the whole time.
They had to be wrong, they had to be wrong because as sick as maybe Elvis was he wasn't- he couldn't be that sick. No, they were just- joking around, they had to have been. Maybe they knew you were there the whole time and just said it to mock you, after all, you know it's truly no secret that you are his favorite student and were even before- the incident. If they were right though, that meant-that meant after this semester he was gone. You'd never hear a story about how stupid some of your classmates were or about hear him sing like he had that one night again. You'd never share another set of snacks and a drink with him. He'd be gone and you'd be- He'd be gone and the world would feel a little bit dimmer.
The idea of a world without Professor Presley, a world without Elvis swirls in your mind that weekend as you force yourself to do your schoolwork. Ignoring it would be so easy and you could just curl up with his jacket and with your favorite book or in front of the little television and just pretend you hadn't heard any of that. Any time you think of doing that, though, you hear a voice that sounds suspiciously like his with a little backing of a voice that sounds like yours in your mind reminding you that you should do your work. So you do and you eat and you do everything you're supposed to that weekend as you try to avoid thinking of what the other students had said. It's hard but you manage well enough. Monday comes sooner than you'd like and you find yourself dreading entering Elvis's- Professor Presley's class. You sit down in your normal spot though, your eyes shut as you try to relax and burrow yourself into his jacket as you do.
His cane taps against the floor and a breath you hadn't realized that you were holding comes out of your mouth in a rush. He's here, he's alive and he's going to be teaching class today. You bite your lower lip as you hear the taps stop right behind you and feel Elvis's hand grasp your shoulder, just as warm as it always is. You hear his voice rumbling, even with so much exhaustion coloring the tone about how he's glad to see you where you’re supposed to be and you look up at him to see something in his eyes, something that feels like a spark of the man you've fallen for completely this semester. Maybe- no, you don't dare hope fully.
Class feels like a blur and while there is a debate as per his usual it's much more subdued with you barely offering input and him still feeling a little too rough to really force some excitement into it. A part of you wants to just head straight to your other class and not entertain the idea of going to Elvis's office but as you start to leave you hear the tap of his cane following you and hear his voice.
"Y/N." He starts, his eyes roaming your top half and settling on his jacket. "Gonna see ya in five minutes?"
The word no is on the tip of your tongue, you should say no but you've been so worried about him that you nod slowly, adjusting the straps on your bag and it earns a small smile from him as he walks off slower than normal but still seeming just as strong as normal with the tap of the cane. It takes you a little longer than five minutes to reach him, almost as if you're too nervous to really go to his office but when you get there the door is wide open and you see two drinks on the desk and you settle yourself onto the couch.
Talking- even with everything- comes so naturally to the two of you that you hardly realize how you both shift closer to the other as you talk. You hardly realize how you're close enough that you can feel his body heat against your side and that he feels the same thing. This is how it always seems to start since the Incident, with you two moving closer and closer until you're in his lap and today is no exception. Except, maybe it is because you're wearing his jacket and you saw a glimmer of something in his eyes that tell you maybe there's something there. That maybe the person you want to spend all your time with is still there underneath everything. You don't know when you decide to hook your leg over his thigh, thanking every god you know that he has a tendency to spread his legs even if there's no reason to and you hike up your skirt just a hair as you start to grind against his thigh, facing him as you do. Your hands move to try and cup his face, try and pull him closer to you before you feel his hands on your hips manhandling you to face that opposite way.
No. This- no, this isn't- you want him but not like this any more. God you can't- why was it so hard for him to let you just look at him when you do things like this. He was gone for two classes and you were so worried but he won't look at you. You're wearing his jacket and he noticed and he won't let you look at him. Your body can't help itself, still grinding a bit as you try and maneuver yourself back to facing him only to be stopped time and time again by his grip. It's not punishing and it's not going to bruise- you hope- but he won't let you turn. He won't let you turn and his mouth starts to spew words that make you want to curl up in on yourself.
His mouth hisses into your ear. "The Jezebel doesn't want it this way? Doesn't want my thigh today? Too good for me?"
You snarl, tears starting to form in your eyes out of sheer frustration and anguish rolled into one. "I never- I'm not saying that, I just- Elvis, please, let me look at you." Your body starts to contort in positions you didn't think were possible as you continue to try and face him only to be brushed aside.
Words are leaving his mouth, you hear them faintly but you finally just launch yourself off his thigh, chest heaving and eyes fiery as can be. Your legs shake at the sudden loss of his thigh that had supported you up until now but you stand your ground as best as you can. "No, I'm not- We're not doing this, not like this, I- What have I even done to deserve this? This- God, I don't even know what to call it. This joke? This playing with me like this?"
"Playing with ya like this?" He barks, heaving his body off of the couch and moving to stand in front of you, his blue eyes stormy as anything you've ever seen in your life. "That's goddamn rich comin' from ya. Lil Miss Jezebel. The Tour Guide. The Harlot who-"
"Don't!" You shout, not even caring if anyone outside in the hallways can hear you. "Stop calling me that! I'm not- You wouldn't call me a good girl if I was any of those things!"
"They're- They don't hafta be seperate, darlin'!" His emphasis on the nickname is punctuated by him inching even closer to you, his words getting lower as he starts to hiss them. "Because you're most certainly a Jezebel, climbin' on me every chance ya get. Actin' like your God's gift to men wit' the others. Tell me, that new professor, t'one in the math department-"
"What other- Is this about-" Your thoughts jumble as they try to catch up with what he's saying. He's calling you a complete Jezebel and asking about someone who doesn't even exist to you. Your chest heaves as you push yourself into the little bit of space between you, your pointer finger pointing at his chest. "The new professor? The one I had to ask for help for because he's the only math professor who hasn't tried to come onto me?"
"Do- Do I look stupid to you, Jezebel?" He asks, almost as if he's afraid to say your name. "I heard from the other professors-"
"You could have asked me!" The words are spit out of your mouth and you can even see a bit of spittle flying onto his face. It brings you a sick sense of satisfaction to see how his already angry face slides between pure shock and more anger. "I thought we were friendly enough to do that! I've been to your house, Elvis!"
The noise that comes out of him before he can even get words out is truly defined as a snarl and a growl in the truest sense of the words. If you hadn't known any better you'd have thought you were arguing with a wild animal. It startles you to the point where you back away just a bit, not because you're worried he'll hurt you- no he's never been that type even with everything- but just because it's your natural instinct in the face of something like that. Despite that, he follows you, moves closer again even as his voice roars leaving his mouth. "You've been in my bed, Y/N! My goddamn bed! Curled up next t'me like ya belonged there!"
You duck away from him, almost as if to escape feeling very much like a cornered animal. He's not going to hurt you- he won't because he's not like- he's not like the rest of them but you can't defend yourself if he pins you down with his body or his words. His eyes follow you like a predator stalking prey even if you both know you've never truly been prey to him or perhaps anyone else. "That's exactly my point! Why wouldn't you just ask me?"
"'Cuz ya'd have lied!" His answer is slurred, the anger truly getting the better of him as he moves to cage you against the wall, only to have you slide away again.
"Not to you, Elvis!" How could he even think you'd lie to him about something like that? That you'd truly lie to him in general? "I've never lied to you!" You hadn't told him things but you had never lied, not a true and honest lie.
"Haven't ya?" He doesn't move this time, instead choosing to stare you down. "Tell me, Jezebel. Did ya just wanna fuck me so ya could tell everyone ya did? How ya got me when I haven't fooled around with a student in all my years and I haven't fooled around with anyone going on at least a year? Or was this just ya bein' sweet on the fat ol' man?"
The flinch that comes from you is unexpected and you look down at your body wondering if he shot you or slapped you and you didn't realize. There isn't a mark on you, no blood showing, no handprint making a mark on you. There is just you wishing he would have slapped you or injured you in some way because maybe it would hurt less than the words he had just said. It would hurt less than the accusation he's just thrown your way. You do not cry in front of people, you refuse to, knowing tears never make things better when you're caged and yet you feel your lower lip starting to jut and your nose starting to run before you shake your head. It's- he's not- he is wrong and you need to prove that to him.
"Just being sweet on the fat old man." You can't help but laugh, the cacophony of emotions threatening to tear you apart at the seams. "Do you- Do you hear yourself? I- What is it, Elvis? Am I your Jezebel sent to what ruin your little God Fearing self? Or am I just some Jezebel who's sweet on you? Or are you going to tell me I'm both? That I'm not good enough for you? Too used?"
You see his jaw tighten and you worry if you've said the wrong thing. You worry that he's seen how you look like you're about to cry and something is going to go wrong but he just takes a step closer to you, his cane tapping on the floor just once. His head tilts just slightly to the side. "I know what I said, lil Jezebel. I know that you've been actin' all sweet, actin' like you're worthy of the nickname Belle. Worryin' 'bout me. Comin' to my house, gettin' me into bed but when I worry 'bout ya, put ya in my bed next to me, ya leave me alone. Then I hear t'boys. Hear what the lil professors you'll eventually fuck gotta say about ya. Ya just playin' a lil game wit' me, ain't ya?"
You bite your lower lip as an answer before you take a deep breath as you start to head to the door, trying to open it only to realize at some point he's locked it. You could unlock it but you feel the need to turn around and defend yourself. "That's- Elvis. No. No- I- I wouldn't- I honestly like you!" You don't dare say love because if he thinks this low of you he's not going to want to hear it. "I care about you! I- You haven't been here for almost a week in actual days counted and I've been worried. They're making jokes about you dying and that idea terrifies-"
He cuts you off as he takes another step and you hear another tap of that goddamn cane as you find yourself moving up against the wall, realizing you can't move. "Stop. Lyin'."
"I'm not- Elvis- I'm not! Why can't you- I'm I wouldn't lie to you about something like this. I wouldn't lie to anyone like this." You want to be strong, you want to fight more but it's as if he's saying everything exactly to hurt you in just the right way. He's saying everything that just cuts through any defense you have for it.
It finally starts to weigh on you, finally starts to drag you down into the depths you were trying so hard not to fall into. He- he won't understand either because of his own choices and stubbornness or because the idea is foreign to him. The idea that you were terrified- you the girl who is so strong that you've taken something that should be an insult and wear it with a bit of pride or at least wear it in a way that lessens its effect- is so foreign it truly refuses to penetrate his brain. At last that's the only thing that crosses your own mind as you feel cornered. You feel trapped and like- you feel like something is finally breaking within you. That this, out of everything you've had thrown at you is what's broken you. The wall behind you reminds you of his solid form except it's all wrong, it's so cold that it can't be him. He's standing in front of you, blue eyes raging like a hurricane and his body coiled like a tight spring, his cane holding up his leg as he moves forward to cage you in again and that's it.
Your body sags against the wall, using it to remain somewhat upright as you slunk down to the floor, unshed tears congealing in a hard mass in your throat. You try and swallow only to have something again to a low groan or small whine escape your lips. This- he's broken you, you've been so strong only to let this stupid man who you shouldn't have even gone for in the first place break you. This stupid man who was- who felt so different and like he held every promise for happiness in the words he spoke. In the praise he gave you. In the way his body felt like it was made to hold you and touch you in ways you yearned for.
"Jesus-" His voice sounds crushed above you and for some reason there's a part of you that feels a victorious delight in the fact that you've made him sound like that. Made him sound as anguished as he's made you feel for weeks. As anguished as you feel thinking of him dead. “Y/N- Get up- Ya g-gotta stand up darlin’.”
No you don’t, hell you don’t even trust that your legs would let you stand up at this point, as much as you feel them minutely shaking. No, you’re quite content to stay on the floor, feeling almost catatonic in the way your mind is focusing on everything about the past semester. You try to close your eyes as if that will make the tears that are threatening to fall go away when all it does is make them slide out the corner of your eyes. That's the final dam bursting as more follow even as you don't want them to. All that’s in your mind is every moment he’s touched you, every moment you’ve walked next to him, every moment when his eyes were like sapphires glittering as he looked at you laughing over a bottle of Pepsi while you waved your hands talking. You remember every hint of praise that had your mind going a little fuzzy and had you shiver for a want of more.
"Anyone ever tell ya how insightful ya are?" No because even if you paid attention during class and did the readings and made the grades they didn't care.
"Ya ever thought about teachin'? Though the debate was a goner till ya put it back on track." That was nothing, just you wanting to make sure no one lost the point Elvis was trying to teach.
"You've been makin' this semester a goddamn breeze."
Perhaps you had but for what? For him to be missing class and looking half strung out or exhausted when he came back? In all the time you had spent together he hadn't even hadn't even told you what the problem was- what took him away from you and from a job he loved. Maybe everyone was right, maybe this might be his last semester teaching and look what you’ve done- you’ve made it so his last hurrah is being known as your last fling or just another fling in your series. The thought makes your stomach roil at doing that to him- doing that to a man that God help you- you had fallen head over heels for to the point that you wanted him at any cost and in any way you could get him.
"You're- darlin'- you shouldn't b-be-" He has to stop himself from talking, feeling an old stutter starting to rear its ugly head. His breath comes out shakily as he tries to focus on you, focus on how your shoulders are shaking with tears and how he did this to you. How he's done something that's irrevocably harmed you. He hadn't wanted this, not even at his most angry has he wanted this. "Don't- don't cry. Goddammit, calm down. God, why'd ya hafta get on the ground."
You look up and for a brief moment there’s a flash of fire in your eyes, a pang of pure annoyance at what he says. "I'm sorry to inconvenience you once again! Make the great Elvis Presley have to get down on the ground. Put him at the Jezebel's level. Leave me down here where I apparently deserve to be."
"Ya know I didn't mean it like that! Goddammit Belle, jus' meant my knees-" He has to take a deep breath, slow and steady and shut his eyes as he gets down to your level before he opens them and cups your cheek, trying to be gentle even as you flinch a little and shake your head. "This- you s-shouldn't be cryin' like this." Not over him and what he's done. Over everything that's been done from the very start. "Ain't worth it."
More accurately he ain't worth it.
"I don't know anything when it comes to you, Mr. Presley." You pull away as your tears start to fall even faster. "I am crying like this over a man who thinks I'm- Don't call me Belle, don't call me that like you did when I was leaving you in your bed. Don't act like you care." After all, he doesn't, he can't because who would care for you and feel the way he does about you. Believe the things he does about you without giving you a chance to explain. "I'm just a harlot. I'm the Tour Guide of the school who now even you get to say you've slept with. You've still got it."
"Darlin'." His voice is pitched lower, almost as if he's trying to talk to a skittish animal. As if he's scared if he talks any louder he'll spook you and that you'll run away for good. "I-I never said I didn't care. W-Wouldn't've put ya in my bed that night if I didn't. Ya looked- ya looked freezin' 'n i couldn't stand it." He pauses, his features darkening for a moment. "Then ya left in the mornin' 'fore I even woke up."
You had left in the morning. You had left that morning because every time you stay at someone's house, some professor's house it's always ended so poorly. The way his face darkens as he tells you that makes your body shiver even as his jacket- that for some ungodly reason you still have, that for some ungodly reason you couldn't get rid of- tries to keep you warm. The anger he has makes you think you were right to avoid him that morning- he- but if he cared, if he meant to put you in there- then you should have stayed. He wanted to wake up to you, wanted to have you burrowed into his side. It makes you freeze.
Elvis looks at you and sees how your body tenses up, sees how you're frozen in place and he frowns as you start to speak. "When I stay in the morning, it's not pretty, Elvis. I- I didn't want you to be the same."
His hand clenches into a fist as he shuts his eyes. His breaths are slow and measured for what feels like an eternity before you see him unclench his fist and look at you. "Ya mean how the Chemistry professor's wife would have beaten ya black and blue if she had gotten a real proper hand on ya? 'Stead of the shiner ya had for a week? Or how ya busted yer ankle hoppin' outta tha' one history professor's window. Ya want me to go on?"
Something blooms in your chest at him telling you about those times. You hadn't even met him when any of those times happened. Sure, you had seen him around campus but he didn't- couldn't have even known your name. You open your mouth, tears still falling but slower as your body tries to calm you down. "You- You shouldn't know about-"
"'ve got eyes don't I?" He responds, as if that explains everything. "Y/N- Belle- I noticed ya before ya ever stepped foot in my class. And they talk, darlin', oh do they talk."
It's then that you look away, almost ashamed at knowing that he's always known about you actions. It is absolutely no wonder that he called you what he did, why he believes you to be what he's called you. You have to pause before you speak, trying to gather your thoughts, rubbing at your eyes as you do. "And that's- that's why you've been- if you've heard all the stories and do know about me then I guess you're not wrong in calling me Jezebel. Just adding you to my long list. But- you- when that's what happens when I don't leave- why do you think-"
His voice takes on an edge of frustration you think, or maybe it's genuine hurt. "Ya really think I'd've done any of that to ya? Ya think I'd do any of that t' someone 've been callin' Belle in my mind 'cause I sometimes look at ya n' I can only think of that damn word in French?" He moves to stand up, his knees and other joints cracking just a bit. "Get up, darlin'. I- just trust me this once and get up."
A stubborn part of you wants to stay on the ground, just sit there and stew in your tears and feelings but when you look up at him with blurry eyes you can't help but heave yourself off the floor and plant yourself just close enough to him that you're looking into each other's eyes if you look up through your lashes. "I- Elvis-" You start to speak only to have him cup your face and the warmth of his hand juxtaposed with the calluses on his fingertips has your eyes fluttering shut against your will. He's not supposed to be this soft, not to someone- not to the person he doesn't care about, the person he's only roughly fucked while pretending it didn't happen afterward. "Don't."
When you say that word he pulls away his hand and you think he's listening to you, think that he's doing what you're asking him to do only to hear the next words that come out of his mouth. "Blow your nose, Belle." His hand that hand left your face, had left your cheeks came back with a handkerchief, monogrammed with a cursive EP. He doesn't necessarily shove it under your nose but it's a near miss even as he kisses your forehead. "I'm not moving it from under here till ya do, Belle."
"I'm not a-" You start before looking up at him and realizing despite his comforting air no part of him is doing this because he thinks you're a kid. No, he knows you're a grown woman- you're a grown woman he wants to be with until his dying breath. "I can hold my own handkerchief."
His lips stop in the middle of attempting to give you another peck on your cheek a slight chuckle escaping him. "Would ya quit bein' stubborn? Tryin' to comfort ya and you're tellin' me ya can hold your own handkerchief. 've been a goddamn asshole let me show ya 'm really a good southern gentleman at heart."
"Southern gentleman don't act the way you did." You shakily exhale, realizing that he's trying to comfort you, trying to place small kisses on your face as if that is solving anything. You shake your head. "Southern gentleman don't play with people like that."
"Darlin', trust me, the older we get, the more every single Southern gentleman does." He pauses to look down at you, his blue eyes narrowed. "I try t'be a gentleman but Lord knows 've got a temper wit' a wrath that rivals God himself. 'N I think I took that out on ya. I- I'm- Ya wounded my pride, alright? Sayin' what you said when I asked if ya wanted me t'fuck ya. I know- I know I can get a woman, but I don't- It's usually more of one night stand or somethin' that's lackin'-" He rubs at his neck. "Care. Doesn't have that tender lovin' care I need nowadays more than I did when I was younger."
Care. Oh, you had been so- you both had been so stupid. Your eyes flit up and you notice how vulnerable he looks just in this moment and you swear it takes your breath away. "Elvis. I didn't- I thought you were trying to make me beg." A pause. "I was trying to what I thought you liked. I didn't- You've never been- No one else has made me feel like you make me feel."
So loved, so proud of, so everything under the sun. There's a reason your heart and your brain had wanted to spend the rest of his life and your life together. Being with him felt right when you stripped away everything that's been happening.
Elvis is silent for a moment, almost as if he's debating his next words or actions even as he still places another kiss to the crown of your head and uses his thumb to wipe away tears that keep falling and holding the handkerchief by your nose. He finally puts the handkerchief away, freeing that hand and using it to cup your chin. He tilts your head up just a hair so that you can see his eyes shining with what you think might be unshed tears as his voice becomes so gentle it twists your heart. "What d'ya want from me?"
"Everything." You choke out your answer, your voice scratching and sounding so raw when you do that you almost want to hide. "I want to be with you after this semester. I want to dance with you like we did that night. I- God- I want to wake up with you every day until one of us dies. I just want to be yours."
At your last words the tears start falling in earnest again and it breaks something in Elvis a little, seeing you cry after that confession. He doesn't waste a second before pulling you into a soft kiss, using his grip on your chin to make it easier. You want more but he's pulling away and placing kisses on your forehead and your cheeks, chasing after the tears in a way that's so gentle you'd think it's fatherly but it's not- it's just him allowing you to be a human again. Allowing you to be more than just the harlot or the Jezebel. Seeing you as the person he's always thought you have been before the Incident and even after the Incident.
"Ya mean it?" There's a small part of him that curses how he sounds asking that but he needs to hear it from you. Hear that you're being honest and truthful with him about what you want. "If ya gonna change ya mind I need t'know right now."
You sniffle and shake your head. "I mean it! I want to be with you and only you. I've only been with you since that day. Haven't flirted or anything. I want to do my work on your desk, want to curl up on your couch with you just- I want you. I want you, my Elvis, my Big Daddy because you're- You're the only one who's ever treated me like more." You pause, taking a deep breath. "Like I'm worth getting to know beyond just my pussy. I can't- I don't want to go back to a world where I don't have you. Where I'm not able to kiss you and be with you in whatever way I can. Where I can't fill your house with-" You stop yourself, because that's too much, that's not something you're admitting to him right now. "I just I want you. I'm not changing my mind, if I was going to I would have the second you didn't give me back my panties, Elvis. When you were so mean and hurtful and-"
He cuts you off with another kiss, this time a little less gentle but still nothing compared to what he wants to do to you. His teeth nip at your lower lip just a bit and you can't help the whimper that escapes you as he pulls away your mouth trying to follow his. Looking in his eyes, you see something different, you see the overwhelming lust, the blown pupils threatening to overwhelm his blue eyes but more than that you see a man who looks so in love with you he might as well keel over with the sheer force of it.
"Feel like an idiot for missin' out on that. Gonna keep kissin you like that for as long as i can. Ya realize that." He pauses as his eyes rake over your form. "Get on the desk, Y/N. My sweet Belle." His emphasis on the nickname, Belle versus Jezebel is the only thing that reassures you he's not planning on doing anything rough. That he has a plan for you to look at him while he does- whatever it is. You take a minute to hop up, sniffling once again as you rub at your eyes. Your emotions are still a mess but you can- this helps, you think.
Elvis grunts, using the cane and a grip on your knee to help ease him onto the ground right in front of your legs, right in between your legs as his hands dance up your thighs. His gaze is on you, full of promise and want as his hands inch further up and up until he reaches between your legs, one hand moving to cup your pussy while the other grabs your hip and pulls you a little closer to the edge of the desk.
"You been payin' attention in class?" He asks as you can't help but whimper a little at the feel of his hand covering you like that. "Specifically this one? What we talked 'bout at the beginning?"
Your head nods slowly as you shiver, feeling the fabric of your underwear being pulled lower and lower down your legs. "You mean psalm 51? What about it, Elvis?"
"Think ya can recite it by memory?" The words of his question are punctuated by kisses up your legs, starting with your calves before moving to knees and then to your thighs. He bites softly causing you to clench them together around his head before he mumbles a no. "While I'm here between your legs."
It feels like a challenge and it causes a curl of arousal to shoot directly between your legs as your vagina clenches around nothing. His hand feels the movement and you can feel the smirk of his lips against your skin before you answer as he puts one singular finger inside of you. "I can." You sigh out your answer as he curls that one finger your arousal making it easy for him to.
Hard doesn't even begin to explain how it is to try and speak- to try and remember the psalm as you feel his tongue flick against your clit once, twice, before moving down to your folds. Another finger has joined the first and you can feel them inside of you, following where his tongue traces. His licks and strokes are leisurely done, almost as if he wants to drag this out, wants to go at the pace that you're speaking when all you want to do is have your orgasm that you can feel brewing but when you stop to take a breath, so does he. It's infuriating right until the midway point when you say "grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me" his mouth wraps around your clit, sucking and even giving you a small nip as his fingers curl against your g-spot. It shouldn't be enough to help you cum, it shouldn't and yet you feel your toes curling and your thighs tightening around his head as he hums in satisfaction. Your body shakes, grinding against his mouth even as his free hand tries to keep your hips from moving. Your thighs don't unclench until he taps at your leg and even then they still shake as he pulls away, mouth glistening with your release as you try and pull him up for a kiss only to have him continue his attack on your cunt.
You keep reciting, feeling as if that's what he wants you to do despite how your voice shakes and how you whimper the more sensitive everything becomes. You cum again by the end of your first full recitation, panting with your chest heaving. There is a thought in your mind to tell Elvis to stop, that you need a break but even though you are starting to feel over stimulated, the way he's looking up at you as his mouth does sinful things to you, as he teases your swollen clit with his fingers and his mouth more and more stops you. His free hand moves to lock fingers with the one of your hands that isn't winding through his hair, yanking and earning growls the more you speak. The intimacy of it all has you nearly sobbing tears of joy this time, not the tears of sadness you had been experiencing. You feel yourself cumming in a way that's unfamiliar as you stutter out the words "my tongue will sing of your righteousness" and Elvis has to pull away, a chuckle escaping him as you see his whole face might as well be covered in your release. It takes him a moment to recover but you swear you hear him talking about squirting when he kisses his way up your thigh and back to his task at hand. When you finally finish the psalm the second time your body is shaking and his tongue and fingers and everything are so overwhelming that when you attempt to start the psalm for a third time you say the first words five times.
"Daddy please, let me cum. Please, I've been good." The words are whimpers when they leave your mouth as you try and grind and get to that edge.
"I know, Belle, been so good, taste even better." He mutters against your clit.
That does it, that has your hand clenching his and your other pulling his hair as you grind on his face, practically smothering him as you cum. The sheer intensity of it has you thumping backward on the desk, trying to catch your breath as your legs shake and you hear him speaking against your thigh. You catch bits of the word holy and jezebel and God and you feel a warmth settle in your body that you can't quite explain. You use your hand to pull him away enough that you can understand him before you ask.
"Are- Are you talking to God- thanking God for me?" The concept boggles your mind but it's so touching at the same time that your heart threatens to burst at the idea.
"Think 've been thankin' God for ya since I first saw ya, but 'specially since I saw ya in my class. My holy- My sweet holy Belle." He winces at the crack his knees make when he gets up and leans both on the cane on the desk when he finally stands up. "None of 'em deserved ya 'n I'm not too sure I do but- 'll try to deserve ya."
Your hands move to cup his face, marveling in how he nuzzles up against your palm before you smile, pulling him in for a soft kiss. "Trust me, Elvis, I think you're the only one who ever has." You nuzzle at his nose before pulling away. "How about you let this pretty little sinner, this harlot, this Jezebel take care of you. I don't have a class and-"
Elvis cuts you off with another kiss before he nods. "Only if Big Daddy-" He looks at you, reminding you that yes, your nickname you have for him snuck out. "Gets to take care of his pretty lil sinner, his Belle, and help her wash away all those sins."
The light in the smile you give him could power the whole of the campus for months if you could bottle it up. You slide off the desk a little less gracefully than you mean to before nodding. "Lead the way, Elvis." A pause. "I love you."
"Ain't I the luckiest man for it too." He adjusts himself in his pants, hoping you don't notice that there's a bit of a wet spot on them where his cock should be. "Love ya too. Come on now, never did get to show ya Graceland's shower in my room."
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Harry Styles Love on Tour Masterpost 2022
love on tour | tour fits eu | tour fits us | pictures on film | the band |
EUROPE
11/06 Glasgow
15/06 Manchester Night 1
16/06 Manchester Night 2
18/06 London Night 1
19/06 London Night 2
22/06 Dublin
26/06 Hamburg
29/06 Stockholm
01/07 Oslo
03/07 Copenhagen
05/07 Paris
07/07 Antwerp
09/07 Amsterdam
11/07 Munich
13/07 Budapest
15/07 Prague
16/07 Vienna
18/07 Kraków
20/07 Berlin
22/07 Cologne
25/07 Bologna
26/07 Turin
29/07 Madrid
31/07 Lisbon
special moments
USA
15/08 Toronto Night 1
16/08 Toronto Night 2
20/08 New York 1
21/08 New York 2
22/08 New York 3
26/08 New York 4
27/08 New York 5
28/08 New York 6
01/09 New York 7
02/09 New York 8
03/09 New York 9
07/09 New York 10
08/09 New York 11
10/09 New York 12
14/09 New York 13
15/09 New York 14
21/09 New York 15 + MSG banner
25/09 Austin Night 1
26/09 Austin Night 2
28/09 Austin Night 3
29/09 Austin Night 4
02/10 Austin Night 5
03/10 Austin Night 6
08/10 Chicago 1
09/10 Chicago 2
10/10 Chicago 3
13/10 Chicago 4
14/10 Chicago 5
15/10 Chicago 6
23/10 Los Angeles 1
24/10 Los Angeles 2
26/10 Los Angeles 3
28/10 Los Angeles 4
29/10 Los Angeles 5
31/10 HARRYWEEN
02/11 Los Angeles 7
09/11 Los Angeles 8
11/11 Los Angeles 9
12/11 Los Angeles 10
14/11 Los Angeles 11
15/11 Los Angeles 12
special moments
LATAM
20/11 Guadalajara
22/11 Monterrey
24/11 Mexico City 1
25/11 Mexico City 2
27/11 Bogota
29/11 Lima
01/12 Santiago
03/12 Buenos Aires 1
04/12 Buenos Aires 2
06/12 São Paulo 1
08/12 Rio de Janeiro
10/12 Curitiba
13/12 São Paulo 2
14/12 São Paulo 3
special moments
#if you’re looking for something specific or missed a show or maybe just wanna go down the rabbit hole#that’s what i often do#love on tour 2022#lists#c
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Love On Tour Austin, Night 2. Sept 26, 2022
#harry styles#harry styles love on tour#harry styles lot#harrys house#harry update#harry styles tpwk#harry styles edit#harry's house album#louis and harry#louis tomlinson#beautiful war#louis tomlinson world tour#louist91#louis tommo#louis tour#ltwt 2022#defenceless#louies#louis tomlinson walls#only the brave#walls (single)#louis tomlinson details#one direction#larry stylinson#ltwt portland#music
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✦ 2022 LOUIE WRAPPED ✦
i was tagged by @seasurfacefullofclouds1 @silverfoxlou @louehvolution @faith--in-the-future @holdingthornsandroses and @louismygf lol thank you guys <3
favorite song on walls: defenceless
favorite song on fitf: holding on to heartache (+ angels fly, all this time, saturdays and face the music – it’s just impossible to have only ONE favorite song)
favorite fitf single: silver tongues
favorite music video: bigger than me
most played song on spotify by louis: bigger than me this year, holding on to heartache after the album came out and the most played song ever is still defenceless
louis life lesson: i'm gonna put my all in, there's nothing else to do
favorite louis lyrics: there’s endless versions of the thing that keeps me drifting back to darkness / our eyes meet and i can tell that you’re the same as me / the friends we make, the love it takes. it's worth, it's worth, it's worth the pain / just find the light out in the madness, hold tight / when it cuts you when you bleed that’s when you’re feelin’ it the most / bitter ends turn sweet in time. is that true of yours and mine? / somethin’ about the way the light catches the mirror in my brain, it gives me shade
favorite louis outfits:
favorite live performance: every performance of walls and beautiful war; bigger than me live from milan!!!!! the fitf live in concert shows (especially for hearing waoyf live for the first time 🙇🏻♀️)
favorite tour show: my shows of course 🤧 rio de janeiro and são paulo night 2 ❤️🩹 but the latam leg in general and also austin
i’ve lost track of who has already been tagged and who hasn’t but i’ll tag @blinklouie @winterlou @zouisbreakup @lwt28brave @lionheartlou
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Love On Tour Recaps:
X thank you for this great video
173 Shows for 5.04 million fans. The tour donated $6.5 million to several charities.
Find all the links to the recaps below the cut (this is a work in progress)
Love On Tour 2021:
04/09 Las Vegas
07/09 Denver
09/09 San Antonio
11/09 Dallas
15/09 St. Louis
17/09 Philadelphia
18/09 Washington
20/09 Detroit
22/09 St. Paul
24/09 Chicago night 1
25/09 Chicage night 2
29/09 Nashville night 1
01/10 Nashville night 2
03/10 New York night 1
04/10 New York night 2
07/10 Orlando
08/10 Ft. Lauderdale
10/10 Tampa
12/10 Raleigh
14/10 Pittsburgh
10/10 New York night 3
18/10 Cleveland
21/10 Uncasville night 1
23/10 Uncasville night 2
25/10 Boston
27/10 Atlanta night 1
28/10 Atlanta night 2
30/10 Harryween night 1
31/10 Harryween night 2
03/11 Milwaukee
07/11 Tacoma
08/11 Portland
10/11 Sacramento
11/11 San José
13/11 Glendale
15/11 San Diego
17/11 Los Angeles night 1
19/11 Los Angeles night 2
20/11 Los Angeles night 3
23/11 Houston
24/11 Little Rock
28/11 Long Island
Love On Tour 2022
11/06 Glasgow
15/06 Manchester night 1
16/06 Manchester n2
18/06 London night 1
19/06 London night 2
22/06 Dublin
26/06 Hamburg
29/06 Stockholm
01/07 Oslo
03/07 Copenhagen
05/07 Paris
07/07 Antwerp
09/07 Amsterdam
11/07 Munich
13/07 Budapest
15/07 Prague
16/07 Vienna
18/07 Krakow
20/07 Berlin
22/07 Cologne
25/07 Bologna
26/07 Turin
29/07 Madrid
31/07 Lisbon
15/08 Toronto night 1
16/08 Toronto night 2
20/08 New York Residence night 1
21/08 New York night 2
22/08 New York night 3
26/08 New York night 4
27/08 New York night 5
28/08 New York night 6
01/09 New York night 7
02/09 New York night 8
03/09 New York night 9
07/09 New York night 10
08/09 New York night 11
10/09 New York night 12
14/09 New York night 13
15/09 New York night 14
21/09 New York night 15
25/09 Austin Residence night 1
26/09 Austin night 2
28/09 Austin night 3
29/09 Austin night 4
02/10 Austin night 5
03/10 Austin night 6
06/10 Chicago Residence night 1
08/10 Chicago night 2
09/10 Chicago night 3
13/10 Chicago night 4
14/10 Chicago night 5
15/10 Chicago night 6
23/10 Los Angeles Residence night 1
24/10 Los Angeles night 2
26/10 Los Angeles night 3
28/18 Los Angeles night 4
29/10 Los Angeles night 5
31/10 Los Angeles night 6
02/11 Los Angeles night 7
09/11 Los Angeles night 8
11/11 Los Angeles night 9
12/11 Los Angeles night 10
14/11 Los Angeles night 11
15/11 Los Angeles night 12
20/11 Guadalajara
22/11 Monterrey
24/11 Mexico City night 1
25/11 Mexico City night 2
27/11 Bogotá
29/11 Lima
01/12 Santiago de Chile
03/12 Buenos Aires night 3
04/12 Buenos Aires night 2
06/12 Sao Paulo night 1
08/12 Rio de Janeiro
10/12 Curitiba
13/12 Sao Paulo night 2
14/12 Sao Paulo night 3
Love On Tour 2023
26/01 Los Angeles night 13
27/01 Los Angeles night 14
29/01 Los Angeles night 15
31/01 Palm Springs night 1
01/02 Palm Springs night 2
20/02 Perth
24/02 Melbourne night 1
25/02 Melbourne night 2
28/02 Gold Coast
03/03 Sydney night 1
04/03 Sydney night 2
07/03 Auckland
11/03 Bangkok
14/03 Manila
17/03 Singapore
20/03 Seoul
24/03 Tokyo night 1
25/03 Tokyo n2
13/05 Horsens night 1
14/05 Horsens night 2
17/05 Munich night 1
18/05 Munich night 2
22/05 Coventry night 1
23/05 Coventry night 2
26/05 Edinburgh night 1
27/05 Edinburgh night 2
01/06 Paris night 1
02/06 Paris night 2
04/06 Amsterdam night 1
05/06 Amsterdam night 2
06/06 Amsterdam night 3
10/06 Slane Castle
13/06 London night 1
14/06 London night 2
16/06 London night 3
17/06 London night 4
21/06 Cardiff
24/06 Werchter
27/06 Düsseldorf night 1
28/06 Düsseldorf night 2
02/07 Warsaw
05/07 Frankfurt night 1
06/07 Frankfurt night 2
08/07 Vienna
12/07 Barcelona
14/07 Madrid
18/07 Lisbon
22/07 Reggio Emilia
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My attempt at a masterlist
Whenever i see an post i like i’ll reblog. I like to collect references, moments, evidence and i like to keep everything organized (even if it is just for me), but if you’re reading this, enjoy!
TAGS [IN PROGRESS]; So this post is definitely under construction
who to tag; how to use tumblr; resources; download; writing tips; writing resources; photoshop; timelines; for beginners
harry;
harry masterpost - harry and fashion - harry's rings - harry and rainbows - harry gifs - harry interview - harry's tattoos - harry's pouts - harry onstage - harry photoshoot - harry candids - songwritter harry - unreleased songs - harry's team/crew - harry and fans - harry leaked songs - harry: friends and family
gucci
gucci memoire - gucci beloved - guccihahaha [harry x gucci with alessandro michelle]
actor harry;
Dunkirk; promo
Eternals; promo
Don't Worry Darling; promo;
My Policeman; promo;
merch and team
harry merch; pleasing;
hshq;
the love band;
PERFORMANCES AND RADIO/TV INTERVIEWS
saturday night live; graham norton; james corden; jimmy fallon; the troubadour; the garage
—MUSIC
HARRY STYLES ERA
hs1; hs1 promo; solo debut
hs1 behind the album; hs1 leak; leaked songs; hs1 covers
hs1 unreleased songs;
anna; medicine
hs1 songs;
meet me in the hallway; sign of the times; carolina; two ghost; sweet creature; only angel; kiwi; ever since new york; woman; from the dinning table
Live On Tour - 2017/2018
— hslot17; hslot17 city – hslot18; hslot18 city
san francisco; los angeles; nashville; new york (2017); new york 1 (2018); new york 2 (2018); boston; washington dc; toronto; atlanta; austin; phoenix; paris; cologne; london 1; london 2; glasgow; stockholm; berlin; amsterdam; milan; singapore; sydney; melbourne; aukland; tokyo; basel; antwerp; stockholm; oslo; oberhausen; hamburg; barcelona; madrid; bologna; birmingham; manchester; dublin; brisbane; manila; singapore; hong kong; bangkok; osaka; buenos aires; santiago; rio de janeiro; são paulo; mexico city; dallas; sunrise; minnesota; philadelphia; indianapolis; chicago; denver; vancouver; seattle; sacramento; san jose; los angeles 1; los angeles 2
FINE LINE
hs2; fine line promo; do you know who you are?; eroda
fine line one night only;
one night only at the forum; one night only london 2019
fine line songs;
golden - watermelon sugar - adore you - lights up - cherry - falling - to be so lonely - she - sunflower vol.6 - canyon moon - treat people with kindness - fine line song
Love On Tour 2021
— hslot21; hslot21 city
las vegas; denver; san antonio; dallas; st louis; philadelphia; washington dc; detroit; minnesota; chicago 1; chicago 2; nashville 1; nashville 2; new york 1; new york 2; atlanta; sunrise; tampa; raleigh; pittsburgh; new york 3; cleveland; connecticut 1; connecticut 2; boston; atlanta; new york 4; new york 5; milwaukee; tacoma; portland; sacramento; san jose; glendale; san diego; los angeless 1! los angeles 2; los angeles 3; houston; little rock; long island;
HARRY'S HOUSE
hs3 - harry's house;
you are home - hs3 teaser - hs3 promo - hs3 leak
harry's house songs
music for a sushi restaurant - late night talking - grapejuice - as it was - daylight - little freak - matilda - cinema - daydreaming - keep driving - satellite - boyfriends - love of my life
coachella; week 1; week 2;
hs3 ono; one night new york; one night only london 2022
Love On Tour 2022
— hslot22; hslot22 city
glasgow; manchester 1; manchester 2; london 1; london 2; dublin; hamburg; stockholm; oslo; paris; antwerp; amsterdam; munich; budapest; prague; vienna; kraków; berlin; cologne; bologna; turin; madrid; lisbon; toronto 1; toronto 2; new york 1; new york 2; new york 3; new york 4; new york 5; new york 6; new york 7; new york 8; new york 9; new york 10; new york 11; new york 12 ; new york 13; new york 14; new york 15; austin 1; austin 2; austin 3; austin 4; austin 5; austin 6; chicago 1; chicago 2; chicago 3; chicago 4; chicago 5; chicago 6; los angeles 1; los angeles 2; los angeles 3; los angeles 4; los angeles 5; los angeles 6; los angeles 7; los angeles 8; los angeles 9; los angeles 10; los angeles 11; los angeles 12; los angeles 13; los angeles 14; los angeles 15; guadalajara; monterrey; mexico city; bogota; lima; santiago; buenos aires; sao paulo 1; rio de janeiro; são paulo 2! são paulo 3
Love On Tour 2023
— hslot23; hslot23 city
perth; melbourne 1; melbourne 2; gold coast; sydney 1; sydney 2; auckland; bangkok; bulakan; singapore; seoul; tokyo 1; tokyo 2; horsens 1; horsens 2; munich 1; munich 2; coventry 1; coventry 2; edinburgh 1; edinburgh 2; paris 1; paris 2; amsterdam 1; amsterdam 2; slane; london 1; london 2; london 3; london 4; cardiff 1; cardiff 2; werchter; düsseldorf 1; düsseldorf 2; warsaw; frankfurt 1; frankfurt 2; vienna; barcelona; madrid; lisbon; reggio emilia
louis;
louis masterpost - louis and fashion - louis and rainbows - louis gifs - louis interview - louis' tattoos - louis onstage - louis photoshoot - louis candids - louis promo - songwritter louis - judge louis - singer louis - unreleased songs - registered but not publised - louis team/crew - louis and fans - louis leaked songs - louis: friends and family
louis' logo;
louis band;
lthq;
louis merch; 28 programm
singles;
just hold on; promo
back to you; promo
just like you; promo
miss you; promo
lt1; Walls
walls promo; walls mural; walls listening party; walls 1st anniversary
lt2 ; Faith In The Future
fitf promo; fitf analysis; fitf album signing; fitf audio
Louis Tomlinson World Tour
ltwt19; ltwt19 city; ltwt22; ltwt22 city;
2019 – spain; barcelona; madrid;
2022:
dallas; austin; houston; st louis; atlanta; nashville; washington dc; new york 1; new york 2; pittsburgh; philadelphia; boston; cincinnati; detroit; indianapolis; chicago; minneapolis; kansas city; denver; utah; seattle; portland; oakland; los angeles 1; los angeles 2; reykjavik; stockholm; oslo; copenhagen; berlin; prague; amsterdam; cologne; paris; zurich; milan; venice; poland; antwerp; glasgow; manchester 1; manchester 2; london; doncaster; santiago 1; santiago 2; santiago 3; paraguay; buenos aires 1; buenos aires 2; uruguay; rio de janeiro; são paulo 1; são paulo 2; lima; bogotá ; costa rica; san juan; monterrey; guadalajara; mexico city; istanbul; dubai; jakarta; manila; brisbane 1; brisbane 2; sydney 1; sydney 2; melbourne 1; melbourne 2; perth; rome; taormina; milan
Festivals and more
Ultra Music Festival
the away from home festival; afhf london; afhf spain; afh21; afh22
the away from home documentary;
live from london;
the music industry
sony - syco - bmg - louis and babygate - babygate - stunts - closeting -
larry; hl
baby boyfriends - body language - mirroring - the monitor thing - twin flames - sharing clothes - next to you - aimh - larry on tour - bandana project - always touching - larry rumors - larry receipts - everyone knows - friends and family - rainbow bears - coincidences - paralles - larry timeline - management - closeting - dressing rooms; now that's a baby; now that's a daddy; and i'm okay with it
TATTOOS
tattoo timeline; tattoo masterpost; larry tattoos; harry’s tattoos; louis’ tattoos; papillon; stag tattoo; far away tattoo; dagger tattoo; paper airplane tattoo; handshake tattoo; louis’ bird tattoo; penguin tattoo; laurel tattoos; triangle tattoo; rose tattoo; rope tattoo; mermaid tattoo; lighthouse tattoo
languages
sign language
french
italian
german
czech
polish
Friends and Family
anne twist; gemma styles; robin twist; des styles; jay deakin; lottie tomlinson; fizzy tomlinson; mark tomlinson; lou teasdale; jeff azoff; irving azoff; nick grimshaw; xander ritz; pauli lovejoy; nyoh; sarah jones; mitch rowland; harry lambert; alessandro michele; molly hawkins; tommy bruce; tom skoglund; kid harpoon; tyler johnson; brad gould; james corden; ben winston; oli wright; rob stringer; harry with family; Harry nick; harry’s friends; harry and mitch; harry and Gemma; harry and alessandro; Louis' friends; louis' family; louis' friends
Concerts' stuff
fan signs; fan projects; helping fans come out; fan reports; gay vodka; tina she’s gay; flamboyant harry; backup dancers; harry and rainbows; we’re all a little bit gay; louis and rainbows
ONE DIRECTION;
1D TOUR
txf tour; Up All Night; Take Me Home; Where We Are: On The Road Again
1D PROMO ALBUM
Up All Night promo; Take Me Home promo; Midnight Memories promo; Four promo; Made in the AM promo
OTHERS
This Is Us Premier; This Is Us Film; Where We Are Film; Where We Are Book; Fragances
The X-Factor - twitcam - 1d day - 1d photos - 1d gifs - 1d photoshoot - 1d candids - 1d video - 1d spotify - 1d promo - narry - zouis
niall horan;
zayn malik;
liam payne;
5sos;
photos; videos; instagram; twitter; photoshoots; candids
team and crew
5sos singles;
5sos albums;
tours
luke hemmings;
lh1; when facing we turn away from; promo
songs;
calum hood
michael clifford
ashton irwin
ai1; superbloom; promo; merch;
songs;
tours;
— MORE ABOUT TAGGING SYSTEM
Maybe in the future i'll make a tag page for my blog!
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Love On Tour 2022: Austin, Night 2. (26 September 2022)
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Love on Tour - Austin, Night 5 (October 2, 2022)
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Elvis 20/20 special june 2022
The icon, the cautionary tale, the first to be launched into the tragic comic unforgiving orbit of modern celebrity.
Priscilla: I adored him. I didn't know anyone who didn't. We stayed in touch always. He'd call all hours of the night.
Jerry: Col. Parker wasn't dishonest. He loved elvis and vice versa but elvis outgrew the Col. It's too bad
Austin: fascination of someone everyone thinks they know, or the misconception. I wish he was here today to see how many ppl adore him.
Baz: elvis was a flawed person. not a saint like some ppl think but was a uniter
Col. parker was creativity vs. commerce conflict. Elvis wanted better scripts, better songs.
BB king actor: we have the same agent and he said "Austin's not answering my calls" and I said mr presley is in there right now.
Lisa marie: he was singing all the young elvis by himself. Riley asked is that your tour dad and I said I don't know.
Austin: I wallpapered my apartment with elvis floor to ceiling. I was trying to find the path in. how do you find him?
Priscilla: elvis would have loved this film. It shows who he was, what he was striving for. What his dreams were
Following those dreams would liberate the hearts of millions, yet it would break elvis's spirit. The spirit of rebellion that he unleashed on the world with just three mins in a recording studio. 1954 at sun records. Blended gospel blues and country to make first rock song. Guy from sun records took Elvis’s recording to his friend who had a radio station. Dewey Philips brought him on the radio and had to convey that elvis was white. So he mentioned humes high school where Elvis went to school. Which was the white school. Politicians didn't want music that helped integration. Smashed a musical color line, almost got arrested for going against status quo, growing up with black culture. He was an outlier in white community. He tore a generation loose from the strictures of the 1950s and spurred on a multiracial pop culture future that was inspired by the black musicians on Beale street. He lived in the black projects of Memphis when his dad went to prison. But Elvis said I did not invent rock. He said I can’t sing like fats domino. But I’ve always liked that music. Elvis loved gospel and hung out at blues bars.
Austin: there's a cute innocence and a raw sexuality at same time
Tom hanks: no one had moved like him before. Sexuality of what he did on stage
Hound dog on Milton Berle show changed everything forever. What gripped ppl [when elvis performed hound dog on milton berle] was his raw confident sexuality. 11 number ones in the 1950s before he went to the army. Elvis the rebel ended when he went to the army, but its power would fuel the rest of his career and leave him wanting more.
When elvis got back from army, col. sent him a six figure fee for the welcome home special with Frank Sinatra. Col said Next step was to turn him into dean Martin. 3 more number one singles in 1960 alone. Idea was to build on his pre-army movie momentum like his performance in king creole.
Austin: he was so great in king creole showed so much promise
Tom hanks: wild in the country was a great performance but was a box office disaster, as were 2 other movies that year.
So going forward elvis films had paper thin plots and forgettable characters. Col. didn't have a creative bone in his body. Viva Las vegas was more successful. 3 movies per year schedule was a grind. Each movie soundtrack became an album.
Steve Binder (director of 68 comeback special): usually the music for the films were written by the screenplay authors. They were not rock music writers and you had to sign away your songwriting rights to elvis's publishing company so none of the powerful songwriters of the era worked with elvis. A few blips here and there, but it caused elvis to be shut off from the cultural turmoil that could have kept him contemporary. Civil rights, Vietnam, etc all happened without him. As rock music flourished in mid 1960s, the guy who started it all (elvis) was on the sidelines making Hollywood movies. It was frustrating for elvis. When he couldn't record the songs he wanted or do the movies he wanted, he went through bouts of depression according to priscilla. He'd throw the script across the room and ask why I'm not doing movies that I'd love to do? Sometimes he'd tell col. that he didn't want to do these movies. Col. didn't comply or ever ask him what he want to do. When elvis said he didn't like a movie, col would tell him we'll be in breach of contract and there will be a price that you will pay. What would elvis have said to the man who made his fame possible in the first place? As society unraveled in 1968, col. said I have an idea let's do a Christmas special. NBC loved the idea. Director Steve binder didn't want Christmas songs and elvis knew he needed the help.
Steve Binder: when we first met, elvis asked me what do you think of my career and I said it's in the toilet. He laughed and said finally someone is speaking the truth to me. He wanted to return to his roots. I ignored col. Parker and didn’t put in Christmas songs. Elvis said what if I’m past my prime and will the public accept me again?
Elvis was nervous but back to his old iconic self as soon as filming started. His swagger was back. Baz: We saw what he was capable of. He finds himself again.
Austin: 1968 special was one of the most iconic performances in rock history. I’m in my dressing room sick to my stomach terrified before filming the ‘68 special. But got onstage and saw the emotion of the crowd and even saw a girl blush. I felt like I was looking out of his eyes.
In the improv session of the 68 special reunited with his old band, elvis was again at his best, even making fun of his trademark lip curl, was loose and funny.
Austin: when staying true to what you love, those were the moments in his life when he shined the brightest.
Baz: he was liberated, in control of his powers. Going forward, he was supposed to tour internationally and grow his wings but plot twist: vegas.
Vegas was supposed to be his triumph. What he didn't know was he was caught in a trap.
Before Vegas debut, he hadn't played a live show in years. He was well paid and terrified.
Terry Blackwood backup singer for elvis: He wasn't sure the fans would like him. Very nervous and fidgety. When he walked out, every light went off and lit up the room.
Larry Strickland backup singer: Every night you never got accustomed to it. Hairs up on the back of your neck every night.
Priscilla: when he came out onstage opening night in Vegas, I could not believe it. He was so up and ready for this. Confident and went through the show beautifully. It was a night I'll never forget. I was so proud of him, like he was somebody else on stage.
(He wore a black outfit for that first show 1969 then the white jumpsuits in 1970 shows I think)
Even as it conveys the deal with the devil underpinnings (meaning col Parker signing for him to perform in Vegas for way longer than Elvis wanted to), the 2022 Elvis film restores the luster of his early Vegas days.
Catherine, costume designer for 2022 film: elvis was very fit, worked hard to open the showroom. Baz wanted to show him at his absolute moment of splendor and then also the slide into disconnection and degeneration.
Baz: he is encaged in this blue sarcophagus (meaning the Vegas hotel showroom) with endless twinkling lights. He's not living in the real world.
Interviewer: in the film, Priscilla asks elvis to seek treatment for drug dependency. What went through your mind at that part of the film, prisiclla?
Priscilla: memories. Calls on phone from his dad saying we need to do something. It was getting frightening where he was rebelling. Heartbreaking when there's someone that strong, macho, dont tell me what to do. You really can't.
In vegas and on tour elsewhere, he slowly disintegrated in a miasma of prescription drug dependency before the rise of today's celebrity rehab culture. Elvis became the object lesson for the perils of fame and success. Those who followed in his media sensation footsteps learned from him. Cautionary tale.
Tom hanks: there's a choice that I made not to become isolated in the way that elvis did. I would view that as being emotionally crippling.
Memphis 1971 elvis accepted an award from the Jaycees. He tried to put into perspective all that life had brought him. Speech he talked abt the dreams he had where he was the hero of the comic books. He said every dream has come true 100 times. Achieving those dreams liberated the millions of ppl who heard him.
Jerry: there were people lining the streets when we carried the coffin all the way to the cemetery. Elvis just wanted to be loved.
The one place where he could always find that love was onstage.
Lisa Marie's memories of seeing him onstage in vegas: very exciting. I would yell and get up from my chair like everyone else.
Bought Graceland 1957 at 22 years old for a little over $100,000 after a year when he had 5 number one singles including heartbreak hotel. He had been big for just a year.
Jungle room reminded elvis of Hawaii. He ate breakfast there at 5pm or even 11pm.
Lisa marie: we felt like we already knew him. Austin agreed
Austin: when baz welcomes me on this journey, it was a privilege and honor but massive imposter syndrome. Hard not to feel small in comparison. I clicked into his spirit to carry me through. Lisa Marie says austin embodied him like no other actor has. He channeled him and put his heart and soul into it. Honored him in every way possible.
Austin: He taught me so much. Learning he was shy and had stage fright. The humanity of someone who seems nearly god like gave me so many gifts abt how to go through the rest of my life.
Lisa marie: austin was why I was able to let go of my chair halfway through the movie and breathe. I feel protective of him. I don't want anyone hurting him or saying anything negative abt him. Come see me and talk to me abt it if you have a problem. Hea a sweetheart.
Riley: he would have been proud that baz made this film. He would be blown away by austin.
Rebellion is in the bloodline with lisa Marie.
Interviewer: you're living out elvis's dream as an actor in challenging roles
Riley: I hope he's proud of me and mom and our family wherever he is.
Interviewer: does it feel like you're carrying on a special legacy?
Riley: I haven't felt that being a generation removed. Less pressure than my mom. I went into a diff career but you can't compare yourself to elvis.
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Tickets To Big Daddy Weave’s “Only The Beginning Tour” Are On Sale Now
Transparent Productions is excited toannounce Big Daddy Weave’s “Only The Beginning Tour 2022” this fall. The 20-city tour will kick off October 5 in Davenport, IA, and will wrap on November 20 in Myrtle Beach, SC, and feature special guests Austin French and Hannah Kerr. The full tour listing is below and tickets are on sale now – click HERE to purchase and for more information.
“So many of us have experienced loss and tragedy over the last couple of years that feels like the end of a season or a relationship or a certain path we’ve been on in life,” Big Daddy Weave collectively shares. “What we love about life in Jesus is that He is the God of new beginnings. Wherever we are right now is only the beginning of what’s ahead in Him, and we’re excited to celebrate that message with all of you on the upcoming Only The Beginning Tour.”
Known for honest songs that tell personal stories of freedom in Christ, fans have long admired the band for their openness. With songs such as “My Story,” “The Lion and the Lamb,” “Overwhelmed,” “Alive,” “Redeemed,” “I Know,” and “All Things New,” Big Daddy Weave has become one of the most beloved bands in Christian music. Millions have taken their anthems of Jesus’s chain-breaking love as their own and sung along to songs about the radical act of redemption. It was at the beginning of 2022 when the men of Big Daddy Weave – Mike Weaver (lead vocals, guitar), Jeremy Redmon (guitar, vocals), Joe Shirk (saxophone, keys, vocals), and Brian Beihl (drums) – found themselves needing comfort and assurance when founding member and Mike’s brother, Jay Weaver, went to be with the Lord on January 2.
After Jay’s funeral and the days following, with testimony after testimony of how Jay and the group have been used, the group wondered how they could go on, but their question soon became, “How could we not go on?” Their willingness to go through whatever doors God opens for them has kept them going since their early days as students at the University of Mobile, and their spirit of dedication to their calling and their craft shows up in everything they do.
Now choosing to hit the road again to share their songs with the masses, Big Daddy Weave is thrilled to have Austin French and Hannah Kerr join as their special guests. “I’m looking forward to these nights,” French shares. “I believe they will be special and I’m excited to watch the Spirit move on the Only The Beginning Tour.”
Kerr adds, “I have always wanted to tour with Big Daddy Weave because of their reputation for putting ministry first. That is so important to me, and I can’t wait to see what God does on this tour. These nights are going to be amazing times of stories, songs, and worship, and I’m praying that each night will be an opportunity for people to put a stake in the ground for themselves and their families and declare a new beginning with God.”
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LTWT 2022 post-show / exit songs
Dallas: Neil Diamond - Sweet Caroline
Austin: Elvis Presley - Can't Help Falling In Love
Houston: Journey - Don't Stop Believing
St. Louis: Tom Jones - Delilah
Atlanta: Journey - Don't Stop Believing
Nashville: Dolly Parton - Jolene
Washington: Don McLean - American Pie
New York 1: Frank Sinatra - Theme From New York New York
New York 2: Frank Sinatra - Theme From New York New York
Pittsburgh: Neil Diamond - Sweet Caroline
Philadelphia: The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air
Boston: Neil Diamond - Sweet Caroline
Cincinnati: Neil Diamond - Sweet Caroline
Detroit: Neil Diamond - Sweet Caroline
Indianapolis: Neil Diamond - Sweet Caroline
Chicago: CeeLo Green - Fuck You
Minneapolis: Do You Want To Build A Snow Man (from Frozen)
Kansas City: Elvis Presley - Can't Help Falling In Love
Denver: Louis Armstrong - What A Wonderful World
Orem: Elvis Presley - Can't Help Falling In Love
Seattle: Bobby Darin - Beyond The Sea
Portland 1: Oasis - Wonderwall
Vancouver: Elvis Presley - Can't Help Falling In Love
Portland 2: Louis Armstrong - What A Wonderful World
Oakland: John Lennon - Imagine
LA 1: Bill Withers - Lean On Me
LA 2: Ben E. King - Stand By Me
Reykjavík: Elvis Presley - Can't Help Falling In Love
Stockholm: Elvis Presley - Can't Help Falling In Love
Oslo: Foo Fighters - Times Like These
Copenhagen: Tobias Rahim ft. andreas odbjerg - Stor Mand
Berlin: David Bowie - Heroes
Prague: Green Day - Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)
Amsterdam: Wheatus - Teenage Dirtbag
Cologne: Ben E. King - Stand By Me
Paris 1: Oasis - Wonderwall
Paris 2: Queen - We Are The Champions
Zurich: Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars
Milan: Queen - We Are The Champions
Vienna: Queen - Somebody To Love
Łódź: Earth, Wind & Fire - September
Poznań: Oasis - Don't Look Back In Anger
Antwerp: Ed Sheeran - Lego House
Glasgow: Snow Patrol - Run
Manchester 1: Oasis - Don't Look Back In Anger
Manchester 2: Queen - We Are The Champions
London: Bee Gees - Stayin' Alive
Doncaster: Plain White T's - Hey There Delilah
Santiago 1: Elvis Presley - Can't Help Falling In Love
Santiago 2: Violetta Parra - Gracias a la Vida
Santiago 3: Gepe - Hablar de Ti
Paraguay: John Legend - All Of Me
Buenos Aires 1: Ed Sheeran - Lego House
Buenos Aires 2: Wheatus - Teenage Dirtbag
Montevideo: The All-American Rejects - Dirty Little Secret
Rio De Janeiro: The Strokes - The Adults Are Talking
São Paulo 1: AC/DC - Highway to Hell
São Paulo 2: The Beatles - All You Need Is Love
Lima: Queen - We Are The Champions
Bogotá: The Killers - Mr. Brightside
San José: Bee Gees - Stayin' Alive
San Juan: Twenty One Pilots - Tear In My Heart
Monterrey: James Brown - I Got You (I Feel Good)
Guadalajara: Lou Reed - Perfect Day
Mexico City 1: Jimmy Cliff - I Can See Clearly Now
Mexico City 2: The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army
Mexico City 3: Ennio Morricone - L'estasi dell'Oro (Estasy of Gold) (The Good, The Bad & The Ugly soundtrack)
Istanbul: Queen - We Are the Champions
Dubai: The Beatles - All You Need is Love
Jakarta: Queen - Don't Stop Me Now
Manila: Wheatus - Teenage Dirtbag
Brisbane 1: Adele - Someone Like You
Brisbane 2: AC/DC - Highway to Hell
Sydney 1: Elvis Presley - Always On My Mind
Sydney 2: Jasmine Thompson - A Thousand Years
Melbourne 1: AC/DC - You Shook Me All Night Long
Melbourne 2: Green Day - American Idiot
Perth: DMA'S - The Glow
I'll keep updating this post and a spotify playlist as tour goes on (plus one with all pre- and postshow songs here):
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Love On Tour Austin. Night 5. Oct 2, 2022
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VR SEX ANNOUNCE 'ROUGH DIMENSION’ LP
The new album will be out March 25th via Dais Records. Watch a video for the first single “Victim or Vixen” now. // Catch VR SEX on tour in North America in March + April.
Photo credit: Corinne Schiavone
Today VR SEX, the acid punk alias of Andrew Clinco of Drab Majesty (who dons the moniker Noel Skum for this project), has announced his new album 'Rough Dimension' that is due March 25th via Dais Records. The first single & video from the record "Victim or Vixen" is streaming now. Directed by by Danny Perez, Skum commented on the visuals saying "Ursula the slug goes out for a day on the town. What will happen next?"
Watch (+ share) "Victim or Vixen" on YouTube (or listen via other streaming services here).
The latest by Andrew Clinco’s acid punk alias VR SEX takes its title from an architectural phrase but more importantly refers to the warped, wicked underworld the songs both chronicle and condemn. Donning the moniker Noel Skum – an acerbic anagram of Elon Musk – Clinco vents his scorn for and fascination with the seedy, surreal margins of low-life Los Angeles, doomed to dead ends of vanity, lust, and technology. Although initially launched as an outlet for “heavier sounds” beyond Clinco’s duties in new wave fantasists Drab Majesty, the project has ripened into a compelling exercise in world building, weaving themes of gritty city neo-futurist sleaze within a framework of driving, distorted guitars and cathode-blasted synths. Echoes of Chrome, Wire, Minimal Man, and Sisters Of Mercy ripple through the collection but ultimately Rough Dimension charts its own twisted vision of “our unforgiving reality.”
Written and demoed across two weeks alone in a Marseille flat using his prized 1980’s Gibson “Invader” and a laptop, Clinco then took the tracks to Strange Weather studios in Brooklyn to record with Ben Greenberg (Uniform, The Men) who helmed 2019’s debut, Human Traffic Jam. The results are notably ripping, refined, and riveting. Riffs in alternate tunings chug and churn over mid-tempo drums punctuated by spikes of sci-fi electronics while the vocals swagger and spit venom (“where we walk is also where we shit / but if we bark at our reflections are we hypocrites? / impulses bleed right into our seed / where hate culminates the apple rotted on the tree”). It’s a bristling mix of the melodic and the macabre, absurdist observations of fast living and desperate measures, the clock of youth ticking towards midnight as dreams unravel in Babylon.
VR SEX’s specialty is making these cautionary tales of psychic decay and tainted love a thrill rather than a drag. There’s a sunglasses at night glamor to Clinco’s choruses and solos, a wit to his black leather judgements (“what is the answer / to cancerous people / walking in my line of sight?”). The music’s milieu tends towards parasites and predators but its mood skews refreshingly accelerated and amused, cruising the strip with a cigarette, watching goths and limousines crawl in gridlock beneath digital billboards. The Rough Dimension may be a cesspool, but it’s home.
Rough Dimension artwork:
Rough Dimension, track list:
1. Victim Or Vixen
2. Glutton For Love
3. Cyber Crimes
4. Live (In A Dream)
5. The Walk Of Shame
6. Crisis Stage
7. Taste Of Hate
8. Snake Water
9. End Vision
VR SEX, ON TOUR:
3/24/2022 San Diego, CA The Casbah %
3/25/2022 Los Angeles, CA Zebulon %
3/26/2022 Oakland, CA Elbo Room Jack London %
3/28/2022 Seattle, WA Barboza %
3/30/2022 Vancouver, BC The Fox Cabaret %
3/31/2022 Portland, OR Mississippi Studios %
4/1/2022 Boise, ID Neurolux %
4/2/2022 Reno, NV Holland Project %
4/8/2022 Phoenix, AZ Valley Bar
4/9/2022 Tucson, AZ Club Congress
4/11/2022 Austin, TX Hotel Vegas #
4/12/2022 Dallas, TX Cheap Steaks #
4/13/2022 Houston, TX Secret Group #
4/14/2022 New Orleans, LA Santos #
4/15/2022 Atlanta, GA The Earl #
4/16/2022 Nashville, TN The End #
4/18/2022 Washington, DC DC9 $
4/20/2022 Philadelphia, PA PhilaMOCA $
4/22/2022 Brooklyn, NY Saint Vitus $
4/23/2022 Cambridge, MA Middle East (Upstairs) $
4/24/2022 Montreal, QB L'esco
4/25/2022 Toronto, ON The Monarch
4/26/2022 Detroit, MI UFO Factory $
4/27/2022 Chicago, IL The Empty Bottle $
4/29/2022 Denver, CO Hi Dive $
4/30/2022 Salt Lake City, UT Urban Lounge $
% with Marbled Eye
# with The Serfs
$ with Lunacy
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El dúo electrónico Bob Moses lanza tercer álbum de estudio.
El dúo electrónico Bob Moses finalmente ha anunciado la identidad y la fecha de lanzamiento de su esperado tercer álbum de estudio.
El lanzamiento del proyecto con el nombre oficial The Silence In Between está programado para el 4 de marzo. En apoyo de este nuevo álbum, el dúo canadiense lanzó un nuevo sencillo «Love Brand New» junto con un video musical de la canción.
El sencillo del dúo demuestra su habilidad para mezclar sonidos de rock y música electrónica de baile y muestra la amplia gama de influencias e ideas de la banda. La canción trae diferentes sentimientos y sonidos, mezcla momentos pesados y melancólicos en contraste con un estribillo hermoso y pegadizo, todo producido por la misma producción fresca y limpia que esperas del dúo.
«Love Brand New» actúa como una declaración muy emocionante sobre el rango y la calidad que los fanáticos pueden esperar de su nuevo álbum el 4 de marzo.
Después del lanzamiento de The Silence In Between, Bob Moses planea embarcarse en una nueva gira, que comienza el 20 de marzo. En una larga serie de espectáculos, la banda canadiense planea tocar música en Canadá y Estados Unidos antes del 21 de mayo. Más adelante en el año, planean realizar dos presentaciones en el extranjero en Ámsterdam y Londres.
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Fechas de la gira de Bob Moses
20/3 – Tucson, AZ @ Teatro Rialto
21/3 – Phoenix, AZ @ The Van Buren
22/3 – Albuquerque, NM @ Teatro Sunshine
24/3 – Austin, TX @ Anfiteatro Stubb’s Waller Creek
25/3 – Houston, TX @ White Oak Music Hall
3/26 – Dallas, TX @ South Side Music Hall
3/28 – Atlanta, GA @ Variety Playhouse
3/30 – Washington, DC @ 9:30 Club
3/31 – Richmond, VA @ The National
4 /2 – Brooklyn, NY @ Great Hall at Avant Gardner
4/5 – Boston, MA @ Big Night Live
4/7 – Toronto, ON @ History
4/8 – Montreal, QC @ Mtelus
4/9 – Ithaca, NY @ State Teatro
4/10 – Pittsburgh, PA @ Stage AE
4/12 – Columbus, OH @ Newport Music Hall
13/4 – Chicago, IL @ Teatro Riviera
14/4 – Minneapolis, MN @ First Avenue
15/4 – Lawrence, KS @ Teatro Granada
16/4 – Denver, CO @ Teatro Ogden
12/5 – San Francisco, CA @ The Warfield
13/5 – Los Ángeles, CA @ The Greek Theatre
19/5 – Portland, OR @ Wonder Ballroom
20/5 – Seattle, WA @ Showbox SoDo
21/5 – Vancouver, BC @ Malkin Bowl
8/11 – Amsterdam, NL @ Melkweg
16/11 – Londres, Reino Unido @ KOKO
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