the finger underneath the chin, the kiss on the cheek, the subtle smirk while walking away… lordy what a man ♡

(footage from “This is Elvis” 1981)

SOMETIMES FANS COULD BE A LITTLE INCOVENIENT ALRIGHT... EP TREASURED THEM ANYWAYS.

To illustrate the story, pictures of Elvis with fans in 1957.

CONTEXT: Graceland, Memphis, Tennessee during Christmastime 1957 -- One day, Elvis and his gang were driving down the gates on their way to the Rainbow Skating Rink. Arlene Cogan was sitting on the passenger seat next to Elvis, who was driving his big black limousine while other friends were on the back seats and a few more on the line of cars following them close behind.

Elvis eased the long limousine into the swarm of fans around the front gate. He stopped directly by a girl in a wheelchair and rolled down his window. He reached out his hand to her and she touched it. "How you doin', darlin'?" he said with a big smile. She said something but all the talking around her drowned it out. People began shoving pieces of paper through the window at him. The caravan of his cars behind us stopped, headlights in a curving line down the hill. Elvis didn't carry a pencil or a pen. People gave them to him and he wrote his name and handed them back. Every kind of piece of paper came through the window. Torn out pages of books. School notebook paper. Department store bills. Novels. Pictures. Candy wrappers. Autograph books. And everybody was asking questions about Elvis' tours, his movies, his girlfriends, his Christmas plans - everything. Girls kept telling him how "gorgeous" he was. Elvis looked across at me. He shook his head. "Can you believe all this?" he said. Girls even stuck their arms through the window for him to write his name on. Elvis was not annoyed in any way. He just loved it all. "If it wasn't for these people," he said, "I wouldn't be where I am today. I'll never forget them." A bare, dirty little foot came through the window. It nearly hit Elvis in the face. There was a pen stuck between two toes. Elvis took the pen, wrote his name on the bare leg and shoved the pen back between the toes. The leg withdrew through the window. Elvis rolled up the window. "Thanks," he said. "Merry Christmas." Fans stayed pressed up against the window. From the other side they stared curiously at me and tried to see who else was sitting in back. Elvis eased the limousine forward through the crows and out on the highway and headed north. The caravan of headlights followed him. "It's unbelievable," he said. "It never ceases to amaze me."

Excerpt "Elvis, This One's for You" by Arlene Cogan; Chapter 4: "A Call From Memphis"

Wearing his self titled belt at the Knickerbocker hotel in Hollywood – August 18, 1956.

you know, for years I’ve either been primarily occupied with some past knot that I was trying to mentally unravel into what-might-have-beens and closure or with some imaginary future that I was painting in my head based on illusory signs. but lately I’ve been pretty securely ensconced in the present moment. occasionally I indulge in gazing back to look for the invisible string or peering around the corner to wonder what might be coming next, but mostly I’m just thinking about the now, and how happy I am in it. what’s on my mind is going for little walks, and washing the dishes while someone else dries.

Good Morning Little Mamas! I may or may not have made a Greg Nolan AI 🤭

I'm thinking about this mans eyes please help...

I could have captioned this in so many naughty ways but I'm showing restraint 🫠

bf/friends/family/acquaintances: pls stop with the elvis shit it’s too much

me having absolutely 0 self control:

pt. 2 bc y’all reminded me of some good ones lmfao

what better way to ring in the 1st of january than with a lil vamp!elvis fic? 👅

i made playing cards for school. photoshop was my friend, clearly. materials include magazines, newspaper, wallpaper, posters, old children’s books, and foil.

hopefully one day I’ll go to Elvis week but for now I’m living vicariously through others 😭

but honestly the idea of actually going to Graceland makes me so nervous for some reason- it seems so emotionally overwhelming and overstimulating, I’m not sure if I could handle seeing anything without sobbing. just the thought of the jumpsuit room makes me feel faint I swear

I would love to hear about y’all’s first experiences at Graceland and the emotions you felt !!

i'm gonna be straightforward and say that we do need gun control. for certain people. i mean, i'm gonna be honest, some characters and actors are dangerously attractive with them, especially when unhinged. i mean, did you see austin!elvis or just normal elvis with a gun? did you see the danger there? did you see the insanity in his eyes?

so please, for the love of whatever god you pray to, please keep guns out of attractive (and/or unhinged) people's hands. please. for the safety of the viewers.

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Tom Parker *manipulating again*: You will choose your own pictures!!

Get yourself a boy that'll take you to an out of town flea market.

elvis was a pedo who stole his music from black artists sadly, i haven’t seen the movie but i hope they touched on that lol maybe i’ll watch it i like bad luhrmann

bestie did you just come into my inbox yfip-ing elvis as if i couldn’t possibly know anything about his various public personas. especially the black music part come on now

69 E lives rent free in my mind 😩😍