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strawberryscare · 26 days
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feeling embarrassingly teary at adaine finally doing well for herself in such a long time
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Aching & Longing
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"The aching, and yet pleasurable, intense longing for a life that we cannot yet have but naturally and universally crave. It is the feeling of having lost something that we once had - giving us a sense of homesickness and discontent with the less-than-ideal world we currently find ourselves in."
C.S. Lewis
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herhurthoneyheart · 6 days
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I will forever be the person who says "it’s okay, I understand.." even when my heart is breaking into pieces..
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jhoneybees · 5 months
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Hey there! I absolutely adore your work and I was wondering if you could write a fluff piece with 70s E? I’m thinking, 1975/76-ish. The reader is wayyy younger than him (like, early twenties), and he’s sort of insecure about being “too old” for her? Something real cute and fluffy? Thank youuu! ☺️
Ahh!! My first ever request!! Thank you for requesting! I love this idea so much, made my heart clench :(
I really hope you like it!
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Too Old
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Elvis and you have been dating for a couple of years now and your relationship is quite publicly open, especially the obvious 20 year age gap but that doesn't stop you two from loving each other. You adore Elvis in every way and same goes for him, you two couldn't have asked for another lover in the whole world, you both love eachother so much.
The newspapers often ramble on about the age gap you two have and he knows he should just ignore it but Elvis can't help it to think maybe he's too old for you, thinking he can't catch up with you and your young antics. The thought of dating a 40 year old man while you're in your early twenties does seem a little much but the love you have for your boyfriend is all that fills your mind. Having to slow down for Elvis so he could catch up is something you really don't mind doing, you would be sad if he misses out on anything.
You two are usually quite open with your thoughts and feelings but Elvis worrying about his age is something he doesn't want you to know, the thought of him being an old man as he watches you from the couch, dancing with your friends at a party or squeezing your thigh gently as you sit on his lap whilst chatting with the others about things that he doesn't understand in this new generation made him feel so insecure.
One night after a party, Elvis stumbles into the TV room, sitting himself down on the couch and grabbing the remote to flick through the channels on his TVs as you get yourself ready for bed upstairs in the bedroom. That stupid thought of his age is really getting to him, he thinks of you possibly leaving him to go find someone more suitable for your young age is eating him alive. His thoughts get interrupted by you calling his name, he calls for you in a tired tone “In the TV room” Your walking turns into a skip making your way to him, seeing Elvis watching a random dramatic soapy on one of the TVs, you quietly sit beside him. His arm wrapping around you so you could rest against his chest, you let out a content sigh as your hand slips through the low V cut shirt Elvis has on to feel his soft chest hair. The silent moment made you smile, the cosy ambience of being in Graceland watching TV with Elvis was something you have always dreamt of doing as a teenager but a prickly feeling made you come back from your daydreaming, a feeling that something was wrong with Elvis. He has been quiet this past week but you just thought he was just tired which he usually is but you realised maybe there's something else.
Looking up to see Elvis' face blank with a hint of sadness as his blue eyes stare at the television. You carefully sit up and ask him “Feelin' alright?” Earning a quiet hum in return. You frown slightly “Are you sure Elvis?” Elvis' eyes that were glued to the TV looks down at your hand that sits on his thigh, he looks up at you noticing you worryingly watching him. Giving you a soft smile, he nods “I'm alright honey, don't worry about me” with a slow nod you reply with a “Ok” kissing his cheek softly before returning to the position you were in before.
After a few minutes of reappearing silence you begin talking about something that you and your friends have been babbling on about and Elvis just replies with quiet hums and uhuh’s. He doesn't understand what you're talking about so he hesitantly interrupts “I-i'm sorry honey but could ya explain that?” You nod as you obediently sit up making Elvis' hand slide from your hip to your knee. “It's about the Beatles! Lucy was tellin' me about how she went to one of their concerts and told me how much she loved it” Elvis nods, a thought running in his head that maybe he's losing his musical touch and everyone is losing interest in him now.
You continue to babble on, not noticing Elvis' eyes drifting away from you and giving his troubling thoughts attention. Your talking comes to a halt as you watch Elvis look down at the carpet, your eyebrows furrow “Elvis darling…” turning his head to look at you with your fingers on his chin, he smiles weakly “ M’sorry y/n got carried away” he chuckles unconvincingly “what's on your mind?” You ask. Elvis gulps and looks down from your eyes before he gently moves your hand away from his chin, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. He sighs “I'm too old for you…” your eyebrows furrow even more, shaking your head as you bring your other hand to cup his cheek “Elvis sweetie..” he can't bear to look you in the eye “You always wait for me to catch up on ya…on this young generation” you knew Elvis gets insecure about himself a lot and it really breaks your heart, you want him to see what you see of him in your eyes. A loving man that gives you all his love that you never asked for. “Honey, I don't mind waiting on you… it means the world to me for you to join in on the fun” you smile nervously, he shakes his head “better to just leave me and go find someone younger” you shake your head frantically and a sad “No..” leaves your mouth. Cupping both of his cheeks forcing him to look you in the eye “How could I ever leave you? You're my baby, my honey, my love” He gulps again as he listens “We may have a big age gap but I don't care about that Elvis, I really don't…all I care about is loving you, taking care of you, waiting on you. I'd do anything..” your voice begins to crack, the nasty thoughts that were plaguing his mind disappear as he hears your devotion for him. “Doesn't matter how old you may be I will always love you no matter what” Elvis smiles softly “You mean it?” You nod in return “I swear on my own grave” he looks at you in awe “I love you so damn much..” he says just above a whisper “I love you too, daddy” making him genuinely laugh.
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cherryrockpops · 2 months
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A Long Night of Many
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sassymoon · 7 months
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If you have less empathy towards victims because how you feel about their government, propaganda is working on you.
The goal of propaganda is to dehumanize. Both Israelis and Palestinians.
Killing innocents is wrong on both sides. If you don’t feel that, ask yourself why is that.
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glitterock · 1 year
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i jusy wanna wear sun dresses and drink wine and cook fancy things for the person i love and see myself being with forever and for it to always be spring time and warm and breezy
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peligrosapop · 2 months
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Someone give him a long hug, dammit¡Que lo abracen, carajo!
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wickedcriminal · 9 months
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"Whenever we stayed out too late, mom would flash a light from the second story window. It was bright, and it cut through the darkness, all across the hills. And no matter where we were, we could see it, and we'd come running home."
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accio-victuuri · 4 months
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but for some people the mere existence of someone in this world, is hope // heaven’s official blessing s2 ep 11
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he-is-everything-11 · 5 months
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I AM PRETTY SURE WE ALL DIED TOGETHER WATCHING EP 8 BECAUSE IT'S BEAUTIFUL AND TRAGIC AND UNFAIR BUT WE COULDN'T HAVE ASKED FOR A BETTER FINAL SCENE OF THEM!! 😭😭
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smallfilms · 7 months
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if I were to attempt to justify violence against your people, would you be on the defense?
why must jews be expected to quietly sit on our hands as our sisters are paraded through the streets like objects, and defiled even in death?
why must we cover our mouths when our elders are murdered and kidnapped, and when our children are held hostage in cages?
you would expect any other group in the world to cry out, but from us you demand silence.
civilians are simply collateral, the destruction of the vulnerable is seen as your revolution.
yet, because we are jews, it makes it alright.
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tr3ntaa · 3 months
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I love you father ❤️
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herhurthoneyheart · 6 days
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I hope my absence gives you the peace my love apparently never could..
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jhoneybees · 5 months
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Ahh!! The Military love one shot is finished!! I completely forgot about it until a couple of days ago lol
In this one shot, Elvis is working as a electrician because fun fact for anyone who doesn't know, Elvis used to work at a electric company called 'Crown's electric company' before he became famous!
Hope you enjoy :)
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Summary: An envelope arrives in the mail holding news that the Presley clan was not expecting.
Characters: Army!Elvis, Wife!Reader, 3 kids(Oldest is James, middle is April and youngest is Beth)
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The warmth of the fireplace fills the living room as the distant noises of thunder rolls across the sky and the rain trickling down the windows of your home, you have your youngest child in your arms, Beth. James being your oldest sits on the carpet floor with April your middle child by his side as they work together to build a tower with building blocks.
"Mama! look!" Looking up at the sound of your son's voice and a smile grows on your face as you see James and April presenting a tower of building blocks.
"Good job baby!" The two children giggle happily at your praise, you can't help but giggle yourself. Feeling nothing but love for your little family that Elvis and you have created together. As you were tending to baby Beth by cooing at her, the front door opens and closes, you look up and wait for the person you're hoping to see all day. Your husband walks in from behind the wall and you smile softly. The older kids in unison shout excitedly "Daddy!" Each one of them climbing to their feet before running to hug at your husband's legs, Elvis chuckles and bends down to give them a hug with each arm around each child.
"How was work?" Your voice soft and content, watching as Elvis straightens up and gesture the kids to go back to what they were doing by the flick of his hand and puts his truck keys on a hook beside the door and ruffle his slightly wet hair due to the rain outside. His booted feet dragging on the floor as he makes his way to sit on the couch next to you. Letting out a tired sigh "Long.." he answers, you nod after hearing his understandable words. Your eyes look back down at Beth, watching as she breathes softly and her eyes drooping. "Want a sandwich?" You ask in a soft manner, your eyes being trained on the baby. Rubbing his forehead with index and thumb, Elvis looks over with tired eyes to see you quietly carressing Beth's little cheek with your finger which makes him smile a little. "That sounds nice..." Bringing his eyes to look at the carpet floor again. You hum in response and begin to get up from the couch whilst giving Elvis the baby, taking hold of Beth he smiles pleasantly as he cooes at his daughter.
After some time of preparing the sandwich, you hear James talk in his sweet boyish voice. "Daddy! Did ya fix a lot of things today?" Smiling to yourself, you continue to listen to the conversation between the two boys as you apply peanut butter to the bread. "Yeah I did kid, a lot of fixing light bulbs.." He chuckles sheepishly. James replies with a quiet hum "that sounds pretty boring" Elvis chuckles low "work can often be pretty boring kid" you smile to yourself once more, after some time you walk out into the living room with a plate in hand. "Peanut butter and banana" Elvis nods with a small "thank you" you carefully take Beth away from Elvis so he can eat his sandwich.
You see something out of the corner of your eye and remember there's mail for Elvis to open “Oh honey, this came in” handing the envelope over to Elvis, he takes it from your hand after another bite of his sandwich. The moment the sheet of paper gets unfolded he
chokes on his food.
A big red stamp in the middle of the document…’DRAFTED’
Quickly as you walk into the kitchen to fetch Elvis a water while carefully cradling Beth. Elvis takes a gulp and places the glass down on the coffee table. Your eyebrows furrow, what's got him so surprised?
Leaning over his shoulder, you see the stamp mark, letting out a gasp “No…” James and April curiously turn up their little noses to peek over the coffee table to see what their parents were so shocked about.
Dropping the paper onto the floor, putting his face into his hands. “Why me?” Is all Elvis could say, your free hand covers your mouth as you hold in a sob. The two older kids grow concerned, cautiously walking over. “What happened Daddy?” James asks quietly, feeling more concerned as he glances over at you. April silently places her little hands on your knee, watching your face intently with worry.
Elvis sighs as he lifts his head up, pulling James closer by gently grabbing his shoulder. “Daddy's been drafted buddy…” he says in a defeated tone. James tilts his head to the side “what does that mean?” Elvis lowers his head wishing his boy knew so he doesn't have to explain to him but doesn't seem to have a choice.
“Means Daddy hasta go to the army…and be a soldier, James.”
Hearing his first name from Elvis always meant something serious and after a few seconds the realisation hit, he frowns. “Well I'm goin' too” saying in the most serious tone his little body could ever do made Elvis smile weakly. “You can't go buddy…ya still too little” James shakes his head and stomps his foot firmly “I-i- can manage!” Feeling a tear slide down his cheek Elvis answers, shaking his head silently. “I'm sorry buddy…” The little boy watches as Elvis lowers his head again and that's when he breaks down. Frantically climbing onto his father's lap to wrap him in the tightest hug he could ever give.
April watches the two boys and then looks back at you, she doesn't know what's going on but just seeing you suddenly burst out in sobs, April couldn't help but sob as well. Beth feeling the sadness radiate off her mother making her stir uncomfortably in her sleep.
Elvis sniffles softly, shuffling himself and James on his lap to be closer to the girls. Pulling them into a group hug, heartbreak in everyone's hearts.
“I-I don't know how long imma be in for but no matter what… I will always…love you all” Elvis' voice cracks into a sob.
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lazybakerart · 1 month
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My dearest, my girls, the r&b fuck-me music playing during wilson and house’s ‘I was worried your wings would melt’ conversation can only mean one thing.
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