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hooked-on-elvis · 12 hours
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The Black Brocade Suit (1970) featured UNICORNSSSSSS! Oh my god. The sad thing about is: there aren't pictures of Elvis wearing it (that had surfaced so far). It's a shame Elvis' early seasons at the International Hotel weren't fully documented. Apparently this suit was very close to be featured in an Elvis film.
First worn during his 1970 January/February Las Vegas engagement (Elvis' second season at the International Hotel) then *possibly* again during the August/September engagement — the moment "Elvis That's The Way It Is" was filmed, his third season at the International Hotel. I mean... imagine if this suit has made it to the documentary! 🥹✨
Further info: There is another version of the Black Brocade suit which features a gold trim instead of redish tone.
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Credits/Source: elvisconcerts.com [Jumpsuit Index]
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ladelinee · 15 hours
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I would do anything to get a kiss from Elvis 🤩🤩😍
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midnightaire · 3 months
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🎀 All dolled up 🎀
- ONE SHOT -
Elvis Presley x Innocent!OC
Summary: Marie has never liked being treated like a doll or like a baby, but when Elvis does it…
warnings: angsty, fluff, kinda toxic!elvis, takes place in the 70s, age gap (21 & 40) although not implied/mentioned, OC is religious, implied smut (not sex), mentions of elvis persuading OC that certain things aren’t against her religion.
note: this is my first time ever writing so any tips are very welcome, let me know what you think! (And if i missed anything in the warnings 🥰)
layout inspired by @yourfavoritedreamgirlblog
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When Elvis goes to Vegas, Marie always stays at home. Its not because she doesn’t want to go with him, but because he asked her to keep the home fires warm. And if there’s anything you should know about Marie, especially if you’ve known her for years, is that she’ll always do what Elvis tells her to do.
So even if she’ll miss him terribly every time, Marie always stays home. Besides, its not all that bad. She gets to cook and hang out with Nancy, read Elvis’ books even though the words are sometimes hard to understand, and Marie ends up asking Nancy what they mean. The big house, all to herself, it makes her feel like royalty sometimes, but then she giggles to herself at that thought.
Being “alone” in Graceland also gives her time, to think. There’s a lot Marie thinks about when she’s alone, but first and foremost her family, and the horrible childhood she had. Once that thought has crosses she always thinks about how lucky she is to have Elvis, he protects her, and provides for her. But ofcourse Marie already knows how lucky she is, how could one not?
It often consumes her with guilt, how quickly she can forget about her family and the life she had before elvis, when she’s around him. On that thought, Marie picks up the phone and spins the number of her parent’s home phone, she hasn’t talked to them since she ran away to be with Elvis. Another instruction she followed, “Come stay with me permanently.”
Now this instruction Marie doubted to follow at first, her parents being strictly religious, and Marie herself being raised like that, she wondered if it would be wise. I mean, surely that would mean she would be committing sins with Elvis, what else could it mean? But Marie made sure she wouldn’t do ungodly things with him, and Elvis respecting her religion, he never made a move to have sex with her. But that didn’t mean Elvis didn’t convince Marie that certain other things were alright in the eyes of god.
When the telephone finally gets picked up after a few dials, Marie quickly snaps out of her thoughts. “Hello?”, it was her mother that answered the phone, and that made Marie so much more nervous. “Hi mama, its me, Marie.”
“You useless ungodly child! Calling after all this time? Your father was worried sick about you until we read in the papers that you were with that disgrace of a man. Elvis Presley.” She says his name with such disappointment, and Marie doesn’t understand it. Elvis isn’t disgraceful, he is actually filled with grace from the lord himself, and he is a very kind man.
“I’m sorry mama i-“, Marie gets cut off by her mother, “We never want to hear your voice again, and we never want to see you again.” And before Marie could get another word in, her mother had hung up. It wasn’t long until tears started rolling down Marie’s cheeks, and sobs left her lips. Deciding she wanted the comfort of Elvis’ voice, she spins the number she was given for when he was in Vegas. She was always in direct line to him, so she was certain he would pick up the phone. But to Marie’s greatest surprise, it wasn’t Elvis’ voice that she heard after the phone was answered, it was Jerry’s. And no offense to Jerry ofcourse, but Marie was confused. Elvis always picked up the phone when she called. She was in direct line.
“Hi Jerry, Can i speak to Elvis please?” She asked, evidence of crying sounding in her wobbly voice. “Hello Marie, Elvis isn’t available at this time, should i leave a message?” Not available? Marie was sure Elvis didn’t have a show or a party, so why on earth wouldn’t he be available. “No thats alright Jerry, its nothing important.” After saying her goodbye to Jerry and laughing to a joke that she didn’t realize was a dirty one, Marie hung up the phone. Later that night Elvis called, but by then Marie already convinced herself that she was overreacting.
After Elvis returned home from his weeks in Vegas, time was mostly spent preparing for his tour. Elvis and Marie digging through her closet to find the perfect clothes for her to wear, and every time Marie picked an outfit, it was denied by Elvis. That endless cycle continued until the suitcase was filled with clothes Elvis approved of.
When Marie carried her luggage downstairs, red quickly stepped in, “a pretty little girl like you shouldn’t have to carry such heavy things, hm?” And Marie just agreed and let Red take her suitcase.
Marie went down to the Jungle room, where the Memphis mafia including Elvis, and their wives were hanging out. She brought down a Shasta Black Cherry for Elvis, and handed that to him before she was pulled to sit onto his leg, sideways. Conversations continued after that, and Marie tried to keep up with all the jokes, asking Elvis what they meant but he just shrugged and said “not something for you to worry your pretty head about.”
The conversations and laughter continued until Red spoke up, “Marie, Doll, can you please pour me a whiskey?” The silence after that didn’t last long, as Elvis started yelling at Red for speaking to her like that, and most of all, calling her doll.
“Oh its fine, i don’t mind, and i’ll pour Red a whiskey if thats what he wants.” Ever the people pleaser, Marie tried to step in and calm down Elvis, but he wouldn’t have it. “He can use his own goddamn hands!” Minutes after that, Red poured his own whiskey, and everyone continued as they were, meanwhile Elvis held Marie much tighter than before. Meanwhile Marie was trying to keep her tears at bay, she had always been an extremely sensitive girl, and she never liked it when people were angry and yelled. Especially when it was Elvis. Even though it wasn’t directed at Marie, she still didn’t like it, but she didn’t want to be seen as a cry-baby so she never mentioned it. Jennifer, or Jenny as Marie called her, reached out to hand Marie a magazine, so Marie lifted herself from Elvis’ lap for a moment and apologized for it when she sat back down. “Sorry for what, doll? Ain’t got nuthin’ to be sorry for.” Elvis laughed, and Marie laughed along. She did that often, apologize for things, even if they didn’t need an apology.
That night, while Elvis said goodbye to some of his guests, Marie found polaroids. Not the polaroids Elvis took of her, but polaroids he took off a different girl. Marie recognized the girl, it was Kathy, Kathy Westmoreland. She was one of Elvis’ back up singers. Tears sprung into Marie’s eyes and flowed down her cheeks once she noticed how intimate these pictures were. She confronted Elvis with her, but he assured Marie that it meant nothing, it wasn’t anything special, “i-i- i just get lonely without my girl there, s’ all.”
He sealed the deal with a small kiss, as he took off his EP ring, and attached it to a necklace, to show her that she was the only one. And Marie ate it up, like she always ate any attention up she got from Elvis.
During one of the last shows of Elvis’ tour, he kissed only Marie when he sang Love Me Tender, and whispered to her, “You look so pretty all dolled up f’me.” Marie giggled and blushed at that, Elvis could talk about shit and it would still sound sweet to Marie. After the show, she didn’t leave Elvis’ side once, practically attached by the hip to him. It isn’t like Elvis hated it though, as his arm was around Marie’s waist at all times, not once letting go.
That same night, while Elvis was taking forever in the bathroom, Marie prayed. She prayed to god, asking him if he would be kind enough to let Elvis be by her side forever and ever. And Marie never asked anything for herself, ever. As she rose from her knees by the bed, having finished prayers, she found Elvis on one knee, glancing at her nervously. “Will you marry me, doll?”
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rosepresley68 · 19 days
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X; Are you going to the doctor again?
Me; if I feel very bad
X; Are you sure that guy is helping you? Maybe you should see someone else.
Me: It's not necessary, he makes me feel good... I-I mean he helps me a lot!
THE DOCTOR;
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lovingdilfs · 1 year
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Guys… he finally did it! He gave us the jungle room scene! Respectfully thank you Baz! Finally giving us what we need! And the way Austin is looking is… I-I’m speechless!
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stvolanis · 3 months
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BIRTHDAY BOY
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PAIRINGS: Elvis Presley x wife! Reader
WARNINGS: tooth rotting fluff! Not proofread, clingy reader, no use of y/n, slight angst (Elvis thinks reader forgot his birthday), surprise party, kissing, pet names, the Memphis mafia been goofballs
NSFW WARNINGS: p in v sex, oral (m receiving), slight ball play ig?, light choking, hair pulling, daddy kink (duhh), cream pie, breeding kink, lingerie
sorry if I missed anything!! And happy birthday to the king of rock n’ roll<3
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The entire day you and Elvis’ Memphis mafia have been planning is birthday party. His dad even started helping out.
It was going to be spectacular. You’d ordered a large 5 layered cake with buttercream frosting and strawberries, and written on top in cursive was ‘long live the king’ with a little 25 under it.
The house was decorated in head to toe with gold and white streamers, balloons, confetti, and any other kind of decor you could imagine fit for the king of rock n’ roll.
Elvis Presley had been gone for a week, taking on an acting gig in Florida, Miami. You missed him dearly, but you knew he was coming home today. Every time he called one of the house phones who would always chat your ear off on how much he wanted to see you. You’d think he had separation anxiety (he does).
The warmth of his voice on the line brought endless smiles to your face, and his amazing voice made giggles erupt from your throat. Everything about him shined, inside and out. He was beautiful, and a very charismatic man.
He had a certain feel about him. In a way where everyone would stop what they were doing just to catch a glimpse of him. He could hold an entire rooms attention and keep it, and sometimes he didn’t even realize it. People looked at him as if he were a god, and hell, maybe he was.
Elvis was a giving man. If you knew him, then you’d know that he shined so bright, he made the people around him shine, too. And to Elvis, you shined the most. He adored you. Every little thing about you was imperfectly perfect to him in just the right ways.
Elvis was a good husband, despite what people in the press have said. He takes care of you more than he takes care of himself, and he does it with a smile on his face and love in his heart that he only holds for you.
Elvis always told you that you were his angel. You were sent by the heavens to watch over him, guide him and love him for all he is after his mother died. You healed him and changed a broken, distraught man into the brightest star.
But you knew it was the other way around.
You found each other in a hopeless state, but together you overcame it and helped each other. Elvis was always kind to you, even if you two had petty little arguments, he’d always make it up to you by showering you in kisses with little ‘I’m sorrys’. How could you not forgive him when he was the sweetest man you’d ever met?
He remembered every anniversary. Every birthday. Every Valentine’s Day. He showered you in gifts, attention, dates, and never shut up about you in the press. You were sure interviews were sick and tired of him ranting on about how ‘good of a wife’ you are like a lovesick puppy, but it filled you with butterflies knowing he held you in such high regards.
Elvis was your person, and you were his. You’d known that since the day you met, and the day he popped the big question on a Thursday night in Hawaii confirmed it. It’s been bliss since you’d known him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
But now, you sat nervously on the couch, biting down on your manicured nails nervously.
You hadn’t answered any of the 4 times Elvis has called you, and you knew he’d be worried by now. It was his birthday, and you felt bad because you didn’t want to upset him—but the surprise will be all worth it.
You wore his favorite outfit. A light blue, low cut dress that ended mid thigh, paired with black marry janes and white socks that sat a few inches below your knees. You also wore a white pearl necklace that acted as a light choker, and to top it all off, a silver chain sat secured gracefully on your neck that read ‘E.P’. A beautiful necklace your lover gifted to you for your 2nd anniversary.
But you wore a secret under your pretty little dress that Elvis would surely adore later tonight.
“Everyone, I just got word that Elvis is down the road, get in your places!” Gunner, a mutual friend of you and Elvis, shouted. You quickly took your place around the corner from the door, so you could be the first person he sees when he walks through the large entrance.
The lights were turned off and the room was silent as you heard booming footsteps come up the familiar stairs of Gracelands’ entrance.
You sucked in a breath of air as the door swung open, and you could already feel his suffocating presence in the house.
“Baby?! Where ya at?!” He yelled out, his voice laced with concern as he began to move towards the stairs, assuming you were in your shared bedroom. You giggled a little, and Elvis’ head snapped to your direction. You’d been caught.
“Surprise! Happy birthday, honey!” You yelled out, along with everyone else. Elvis let out a breath of air he’d been holding in for what felt like all day. No matter how many times he’s left home, weeks on end, you’d never gone not one day without calling him and tellin’ him all about your boring day without him around.
He drug a hand down his face with a groan, followed by a deep chuckle as your body collided with his in a tight hug. He kissed the top of your head, and finally, you’d felt his arms around you again. And it’s was as if all of his love visibly seeped into you.
“Was so worried, satin. Thought somethin’ bad happened to ya.” He huffed out with furrowed brows. You laughed as you cupped his face in your dainty hands. “Nothin’ bad happened, Elvis. Just wanted to give you a lil surprise is all.” You muttered as you brought his face down to your level, giving him the tenderest of kisses.
You tasted like vanilla on his tongue, mixed with cherry from the cherry lollipop you always had in your mouth. Elvis wasn’t sure how you hadn’t gotten a cavity from it yet. Your hair smelled like fresh rose water, and he knew it was from your annual bath-soakings full of the best rose petals money can buy and scented bath bombs.
You were warm against him, your small body molding and fitting perfectly against him. He loved you. God, did he love you. His baby. His love. His wife. The woman he plans to bear his children. He couldn’t get enough of you
“I got you a cake, Elvis.” You smiled up at him. You were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Your smile was contagious to him, as he felt a grin spread across his face. “Yeah, lemme see it, baby.” He said.
You clapped your hands together, exited to see his reaction of the large cake, decorated to perfection. You took his large hand in yours and dragged him to where everyone else was in the dining room. On the table sat the cake, and Elvis felt his eyes widen at the mere heigh of it.
“Woah, that’s a lot of sugar, honey.” He chuckled out as he walked closer to take a good look. “Look at the top, El.” You urged. Like a good husband, he obliged and a chuckle rumbled in his chest.
“I love it, baby.” He said as he walked over and tightly hugged you, slightly lifting you off the ground in the process. “I’m glad! I hoped you would.” You said happily.
He didn’t have a chance to respond before the Memphis mafia swept him away from you. “Sharing is caring!” They yelled with loud boyish chuckles as they went to the pool room. Elvis mounted an ‘im sorry’, to which you merely giggled.
All throughout the night Elvis was occupied with his family and friends celebrating. You knew you shouldn’t, but you had to admit that you felt kind of neglected. In more ways than one.
He’d looked so unbelievably handsome all night, and you couldn’t help but become all hot and bothered as the night continued. You watched him play pool with his friends, his arms were exposed and fit. Elvis was no muscle maniac, but he had just the right amount for your mouth to start watering like a bitch in heat at the sight.
You finally built up enough courage to speak up about it as you walked over to where he stood in all his glory. His back was now facing you as you lightly gripped his arm to grab his attention, making him spin around to look at you.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, his accent thick. You grew shy as his friends grazed in on the interaction, being nosy. You chewed on the bottom of your lip, and Elvis understood as he slightly leaned down is you could whisper into his ear. “M horny, Elvis.” You muttered, barely just loud enough for him to hear.
Elvis lightly hummed. “S that right?” He asked, and you nodded in confirmation. “Alright, don’t worry, sugar, I’ll take care of ya.” He stated.
“I’m done for the night, fellas.” He said as he tangled his fingers with yours, pulling you away from the group of men. They whistled knowingly, followed by a few hollers, making your cheeks flush red and bury yourself in Elvis’ side. He chuckled as his arm wrapped around you, walking up the stairs to your shared room.
He opened the door for you and flicked the lamp light on. “I got another surprise for you.” You muttered, shy under his gaze. He peered down at you. “Yeah? What is it, baby?” He asked, his breathing heavy.
You began to slide your dress off of your shoulders, below your breasts and down your hips before letting it fall to the floor beneath you. Elvis’ mouth watered at the sight and he felt his pants tighten uncomfortably, his slacks suddenly becoming too tight in his crotch area.
There you stood, in a baby pink lingerie set. Floral and lacy, nipples and pussy barely covered by flimsy fabric. Your thighs covered in garters with little pink flowers embroidered onto them delicately. What made Elvis go over the edge though, is when you turned around to show him your perky ass.
In cursive, sat nice and pretty was ‘Elvis Presley’.
He felt like he could cum in his pants right then and there.
“D-do you like it?” You asked, nervous at his silence. He scoffed. “Like it? Baby, i fuckin’ love it.” He said, spinning your around to face him before sliding his hands past your waist, down to your ass, tightly squeezing both of your ass cheeks.
You bit your lip as you looked up at him. “Yeah?” You whispered as his leaned down. “Fuck yes.” He muttered before his lips crashed down onto yours in a heated kiss.
It was sloppy as your tongues tangled with each other, you fighting for some kind of dominance that you knew Elvis wouldn’t allow. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, making him groan, biting your lip in retaliation. His hands squeezing the fat of your ass tighter, gripping you impossibly closer to him.
“Let me make you feel good, Elvis.” You breathed out against his lips. He merely clicked his tongue. “Hm?” He asked again. Your legs rubbed together, slick coating both of your inner thighs.
“Please let me make you feel good, daddy.” You repeated, more desperately this time. He groaned in satisfaction. “Good girl, go ahead, baby.” He urged.
You dropped to your knees and watched as he unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor. You licked your lips at the sight of his leaking cock, standing hard and ready for you in any way you can take him. He was long and girthy, balls hung, seemingly painfully full. Your core ached to relieve him.
You licked around his tip before licking his slit that leaked slaty pre-cum, and his hiss was enough for you to suck his tip into your mouth. “Fuck!” He yelped out as you sucked harshly, before taking him deeper into your mouth.
You bobbed your head up and down, your hands reaching to fondle his aching balls. If there was one thing you knew how to do, it was giving mind blowing, other worldly head. Your little mouth drove Elvis beyond crazy, wether it be for talking shit or having his cock in it.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you effortlessly deep throated his cock, and you felt him throb in your mouth. You gagged around him, making him throw his head back and let out a desperate moan.
“Yess, fuck! Just like that, honey. Suckin’ your husbands cock so well. Takin’ such good care of me.” He breathed out. You knew he was about to cum as his fingers found their way in your large hair, gripping tightly. “M gonna cum, baby. Shit.” He moaned out.
Your mouth moved to suck one of his balls into your mouth and your hand moved quickly to stroke his needy cock. Your hand moved fast, your fist tight around him. It was all too much, the way your mouth sucked his balls in like a vacuum and your hand stroking his hand at a quickening pace.
His cum spurted from his cock, and your mouth shot up just in time to get it in your mouth. You sucked his tip, milking him of all the cum he had stored away in his heavy balls. “Holy fuck, you’re so fuckin’ good, soso good f’me.” He said, mouth hung agape as you released his tip with a loud ‘pop’.
You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show him the cum that rested on your tongue. He licked his lips and felt his cock harden again. “Swallow.” He said. And like the good little wife you are, you listened..
“Good girl. Now, getcha’ lil ass on the bed n’ bend over f’daddy.” He said as he helped you to your feet, slapping your ass playfully as you passed by him to the bed, making you giggle.
You bent over, legs spread enough so he could see the thin string covering your pussy that was now a darker shade of pink from your juices. “Look at you, all nice n pretty. All this for me, sweetheart?” He asked as he slipped the thin string to the side.
You nodded your head feverishly. “Yes, daddy. M’only wet f’you.” You muttered as you teased your ass into the air, pushing it towards him. He swatted your asses harshly, once, twice, before he lined himself to your entrance.
He teased his tip into you, making you groan. “Please, please, please—“ you chanted like it was a prayer. His hand snapped to your hair, leaning your head back. “You take what I give you, wife.” He muttered as he tenderly kissed your forehead.
“Yes, daddy, m’sorry.” You muttered out, gasping as you felt his cock enter you without warning. His tip kissed your cervix, and your mouth hung open, throat going dry. “Shit, so tight. Grippin’ my cock so good.” He huffed out.
“E-Elvis!” You whimpered out, the sting making your eyes water. His heart ached at the sound of you in any kind of pain. He peppered sweet kisses along your spine and on your shoulders in reassurance. “S okay, m’ gon’ take care of ya, don’t worry.” He whispered into your hair as he kissed your head.
Your stomach felt like it was doing summer salts and butterflies exploding in it all at once. You loved him more than words could ever describe and nothing in the world would ever change the way he made you feel, even 5 years deep into marriage, he still makes you fall in love with him all over again.
A wave of pleasure consumed you as you felt him re-enter you, picking up his pace at pounding into your throbbing cunt. “Elvis! Fuck! Just like that!” You moaned out.
Every time his hips slammed into yours, you released little ‘ahs’. The sound was like music to his ears. Knowing he was making you feel good, made him feel at least 20x better. If there was one thing he took pride in, it was pleasing his woman in every way he could.
“Gonna fill this lil pussy, you want that? Hm? Want me to fill you with my babies?” He asked, his hands gripped your hips. “Yes, yes, please! Need your cum in me, daddy!” You groaned.
He pulled out of you, flipping you around before re-entering you. “Wanna see you when we cum, yeah? Gon’ see ya beautiful fuckin’ face, honey.” He moaned out as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.
He was pussy drunken and his mind was fuzzy as your walls squeezed him in a vice grip. He didn’t know how much longer he would last. “Daddy! M’gonna cum, fuck m’gonna cum!” Your voice high pitched, and your head thrown back. Elvis brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing your throat just enough to make you see stars when it was paired with his piercing cock.
“Need you.” You whimpered out, grabbing at his free hand. A thing you did that Elvis thought was the cutest thing, and adored so much, was that every time you came on his cock, you made sure to hold his hand. It comforted you and Elvis loved it as he reached his high. “I’m right here, satin. Gon’ fill this cunt.” He said, biting his lip.
“Oh!” You moaned out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, covering Elvis’ lower abdomen in your vile juices just as he painted the inside of your walls white with his seed.
He fucked you through your orgasm, and you could feel each time his cock spurted out a new round of cum inside of you. His balls tightening as your sweet pussy milked him, and all he could think about was how nice and round you’ll be with his babies. The perfect wife.
Your hand reached up to lovingly cup his face, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his bitten lips.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
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jaqueline19997 · 2 months
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Lord I wasn't gonna do this but now I HAVE TOO 😭😭😭
This is to the Priscilla fans that love to CLAIM that Elvis was a "bad husband" She herself admitted to parts of the "movie" are fake yet she still let the "movie" be released!!!! And in every interview I've seen of her she's changed the story or says that parts of the movie didn't actually happen in real life not only the movie but with her book (Elvis and me) just like I this interview!¿!¿!¿!¿! Like girl 👀👀 make it make sense!!!!! And it's been since Elvis passed this girl keeps changing "her" story over and over again and she's not even trying to do it on the down low she's changed it DRAMATICALLY to the point where it's getting annoying 🙄!!!! ANDDDDDD it's not the only part of "her" movie or her book it's with many more INCLUDING the INFAMOUS pillow scene!!!!! So for those who believed everything sorry to say it was ALL LIES 🤷🏻‍♀️🚫🤮
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dreamingofep · 1 month
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I’m having a totally normal Saturday night🫣🫠
Elvis please come here I need you😅
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presleysgirl6 · 5 months
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Bought a vintage Elvis magazine and had to share some of the pictures of this sweet boy that own my heart 🥹💖🫶🏻🎞️
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doll-elvis · 5 months
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MARTY LACKER : “I'll tell you something about Elvis. If he watched a football game on TV, he wore a helmet. He dressed for every occasion. If he watched guys on TV riding motorcycles, he would have his motorcycle helmet on. You'd walk in and it looked funny. I mean, you walk in, he's sitting there with a football helmet on. You’d say, ‘Good lord, Elvis, what are you doing?’. He’d say, ‘I'm watching the game'”
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quote from “Friends remember Elvis Presley” on the Larry King show
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codalysssssworld · 1 month
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And thats how it happened 🥲
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hooked-on-elvis · 3 days
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Photo shoot for Love Me Tender (20th Century Fox) and other publicity purposes. September 4-6, 1956. Photographer: Frank Powolny.
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ladelinee · 24 days
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70s Elvis 🥵
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presleybutlervsp · 2 months
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January 16, 1971
Elvis Presley was named One of the Ten Outstanding Young Men of the Nation for 1970 by the United States Junior Chamber of Commerce (the Jaycees). Elvis and Priscilla attended the JCC prayer breakfast at the Memphis Holiday Inn Rivermont.
Afterwards there was a press conference where Elvis responded to a question about the effect of music on today’s youth. “I don’t go along with music advocating drugs and desecration of the flag. I think an entertainer is for entertaining and to make people happy.”
At 5.00 p.m. Elvis gave a reception at Graceland for award winners and Jaycee officials, during which he conducted informal tours of the house. One hour later Elvis and Priscilla hosted a formal dinner for 100 guests at the Four Flames Restaurant, where place cards had been embossed with the TCB logo and signed by the star.
During the 8.00 p.m. awards ceremony at Ellis Auditorium Elvis proudly accepted an honor that clearly meant as much to him as any public recognition he had ever received. The trophy he received became one of his most treasured possessions, which he even took with him on his travels.
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rosepresley68 · 21 days
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If I had a time machine.
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claire-elvisgirl · 4 months
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I just saw it for the first time...and I stopped breathing! 🥵🥵
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