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peaceloveelvis · 1 year

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Superfan Sandi Pichon wrote in Elvis Unlimited magazine in 2011 about how she started her Elvis journey, back in 1956.

ON A WARM May afternoon in 1956, the course of my life changed. I was an 11-year-old girl living in Memphis, Tennessee As most pre-teen girls, I was bored. I had heard the kids at school talk about going over to Elvis Presley's new home at 1034 Audubon Driver and not wanting to be left out, I wanted to go to! They said he was really nice, but I wanted to see for myself. I had heard his music on the radio and it really was cool! So my friend, Billie Frances Hall and I asked my mother if we could go over to Elvis' house.

"Why?' my mother asked. "I just want to see him", was my reply, My wonderful mother said, "Get in the car, I hope you know where he lives." And with that, off we went. It wasn't really that far — less than two miles As we approached the house, I asked my mother to pull over a couple of houses down.. .after all, I didn't want Elvis to see MY MOTHER driving me over — that would look like I was a child... (as if he would be looking out the window!) But humoring me, my mother let us out before we got to his house and I boldly walked up to the back door and knocked. (In the South, the front door is for company and I wanted to appear to be right at home!) There was no fence, no gate, no security.

The maid, Alberta, answered the door and I asked, "Is Elvis home?" She replied that he was sleeping — I couldn't understand why he would be sleeping at that time of the afternoon! I told her we would wait. I straddled the red Harley under the carport and Billie Frances perched on the fender of the yellow Cadillac convertible. In a few minutes, Mr. and Mrs. Presley drove up in the pink Cadillac, having been to the grocery store.

They didn't appear to be surprised by two strange girls sitting on their carport and were very nice. Mrs. Presley offered us some lemonade, and Mr. Presley brought it back out when he came to get the rest of the groceries.

We were watching the activity in the back yard — a swimming pool was being dug and a pool house built (although later Elvis would use it to keep motorcycles in). I asked Billie Frances if she thought he would come out, but she didn't say anything. I heard the back door open, but I thought it was Mr. Presley coming to get more groceries. Then I felt the back of the bike go down and these two arms come around me. Leaning into my left ear,

Elvis Presley said, "Wanna go for a ride?" I promptly spilled what was left of my lemonade and started to shake. Elvis laughed, knowing he had me "All Shook Up". He kind of dipped his head, with his tongue between his teeth, such a little boy gesture, and said, "What can I do for you girls today?" I could barely look at him, and when I did those blue eyes reached right in to my heart. I was smitten... for life. Billie Frances told him we wanted an autograph and I finally set my glass on the carport and got off

the bike and dug out my autograph book. "What's your name, honey?" Elvis asked me. I suddenly became tongue-tied and couldn't speak. He kind of chuckled and repeated the question. "San-n-d-d-r-a" I stammered. He wrote, "To Sandra, Love, Elvis Presley" I beamed at him. Finally I was able to look at him — he had on that long sleeved green shirt that laced up, with the laces hanging loose. He wore that a lot in 1956. He also had on a motorcycle cap with a white bill — which now has its home at the Graceland Randers museum!

His hair was brown and had a lot of grease in it, and he had acne, but he was still the cutest thing I'd ever seen. I couldn't stop staring at him! He got tickled because he knew what I was feeling — confusion at my emotions. After all I was only 11! Then he said, "Girls, I have to go somewhere today, but you are welcome to come back any time."

Then he got on the Harley I had been sitting on and roared off. Wow! Later, at home, I couldn't stop thinking about Elvis and how sweet he had been to us, even though we had just dropped in unannounced. I played Heartbreak Hotel, and I was the One over and over, remembering that smile and those blue eyes.

On June 1, Billie Frances and I attended a Rockabilly event at the Overton Park Shell. The entertainers were Warren Smith (Rock & Roll Ruby), Eddie Bond (Rockin' Daddy) Johnny Cash and Carl Perkins. Elvis was not scheduled to appear, but if there was music in Memphis, Elvis was there. Suddenly we all went Crazy as Elvis walked out onto the stage, introduced as a local boy with some new records out. I yelled out his name, just as a photographer from the Commercial Appeal shot a photo of the crowd. The next morning there was my picture on the front page the second section, mouth wide Open, screaming for Elvis!

I continued to visit Elvis’ home whether he was there or not, getting to know his parents a little better. His mother was a true Southerner — hospitable, loving and gracious. She baked chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies and I was often lucky enough to sample a hot One. Her worry for her son was evident. She didn’t understand why the girls wanted to tear his clothes off or grab a piece of his hair… and honestly I didn't either. I just was so happy to be in his presence and drink in his extraordinary good looks. He was funny with corny jokes and he was comfortable with us — most of us were 8-10 years younger than he was. As trite as it sounds, he was the "boy next door" and we adored him.

The more I saw him, the more I wanted to see him... he was all I could think of. I rushed through homework when school was in session just so I could go to Audubon Dr. I just felt good when I was there and I was made to feel welcome. Many times when his buddies were around, we didn't get a lot Of attention, but we weren't asked to leave either. Often Elvis wasn't at home because he was on the road building his career, He was constantly making changes to their home. He closed in the carport, added a fence and gates. If the gates were open and the garage door was open, it was a sure sign Elvis was out of town. If the gates were closed we had to wait to see if we would be admitted. We were called "Gate Girls" but I was there before there were gates!

Story found on Facebook page "Elvis: The Man Known as the Legend"

#elvis presley #elvis #i love you elvis #50s elvis #baby elvis #such a sweet story #but how he grabs her from behind and whispers in her ear?!#id just about die #id be a puddle #love of my life #i literally squealed reading this

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lonely-dog-draws · 3 months

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i had a dream i watched this movie again? & then i didn't. instead i drew fanart (based on this post)

#the incredible melting man #fanart #digital art #ms paint #body horror #blood #gore #lonely dog draws #image id in alt text #THIS MOVIE...!!! it could have been good *takes u by the shoulders* it coulda been good #it was so close...... yet so far #plus a guy melting into a disgusting puddle is kind of a gender

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hiyyihrts · 2 months

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this scene makes me feel so many emotions but mostly unbridled giddy joy and excitement

#my drawers would’ve been down and I would’ve been taking him into another room that’s all I’m gonna say #if he looked at me that way and smiled like that?? ID BE SWOONING #a melted puddle on the ground #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #bridgerton #polin #colin x penelope #penelope x colin

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wild-flowerhoney · 4 months

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need more jasico fics where jason is a simp and everyone just kinda. stares at him making an absolute fool of himself to make nico notice him

#need him ready to feed nico grapes #tying his shoelaces like ginny in the hp movies #laying his coat on a puddle for nico to step on #and leo/piper/whoever is just like “bro”#“u dont understand i need nico to step on me”#pjo #hoo #pjo hoo toa #jasico #jason grace #nico di angelo #“he could murder me in cold blood and id thank him”#“i could only be so lucky as to have nico be the last thing i see”#simp jason my favourite jason #i like bestie jason too but simp jason is just.#the same just. at full power.

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puddleorganism · 5 months

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Sci-fi au doodle dump because I realized how little I post about it

(Ren & Martyn)

(Gem & Pearl)

(Bdubs & Impulse) Just realized Bdub’s scar is on the wrong eye. Amazing

(Ren)

(Scar & Jellie)

(Jimmy & Tango)

(Scar & Grian)

(Skizz)

(Jimmy & Tango) Fun fact: this is some of the first art I did for this au

(Sorry only some of them have IDs, I ran out of steam and decided it was better to post it with just a couple rather than not post it at all)

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noellevanious · 7 days

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do i have an army. a concubine. a cult of sorts. it feels more to me like im just some lady that tends to charm other ladies with my strange movements and dope soul and tendency to be kind.....

#itd be cool if i did have a Girlarmy #id only ever command them to have nig cuddle puddle with me i think

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writeouswriter · 2 months

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Isaac Asimov excerpt from the foreword to his short story "What If—," (first published 1952), personally collected in "Nightfall and Other Stories," (published 1969).

Reading both Asimov's writing and his behind the scenes thoughts on his own stories and the craft of writing always just has me going, this guy gets it, I get him and his popularity, because I've been asked the same question before, too. Where do you get your ideas...

From anything! if you are willing to think hard enough and long enough. Yes yes yes.

#isaac asimov #quotes #on writing #id in alt text #like yes man yes exactly #inspiration surrounds us everywhere i don't do anything to get inspiration i look at a puddle on the ground and #suddenly there is a portal to another world to fall through and then i look at the trees and am shaping that world in my mind and aah #it comes from anywhere everywhere the sky the bus the butterfly floating by but then you gotta work at it

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jadegr8 · 3 months

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So I'm finally at the end of season 6 and this was all I could think about...

#ides of march #it's literally today and also #jared's tweet #caesar's legacy #I swear my brain is dissolving into a colorful puddle inside my skull rn #pls send help #spn crack #spn #supernatural #spn 6x22 #et tu brute #stuff

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windypuddle · 2 months

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when is someone going to make a jeff winger edit to oh no! by marina

#puddle talks #community #community nbc #jeff winger #id offer to do it myself but my editing skills are. meh #i can put clips in and time them but i cant do any fancy stuff #which would be fine actually #but where would i get the clips...#hmm #side note then if anyone knows where to find a scenepack or whatever lmk #i could probably screenrecord on my phone but good lord

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good-beanswrites · 8 months

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Could you write a drabble for Mikoto and Shidou plus Blood? This request miiight be inspired by the fact that Mikoto mentions his body hurting a lot but doesn't seem to be receiving any medical treatment, either because Mahiru and Fuuta take priority or because there's no obvious cause, and therefore cure, to his pain...

👀👀👀 Thank you, this is such a good combo ough!! It's so interesting how much focus the others get when it comes to physical health, since Mikoto has clearly complained of his condition :( It looks like Milgram is trying to push the idea that he's completely oblivious to his alters, but I spun it where he's aware, just deep in denial. So have some Mikoto angst to get us hyped for Double!

Mikoto should be grateful. He was lucky. That’s what he kept repeating to himself. He had both of his eyes intact. Both his arms. He was strong enough to walk around freely. He wasn’t on the verge of death, or collapse. Thus, he should be grateful no one was offering him any help, because it meant he didn’t need it. He repeated it again. Maybe this time he would believe it.

With a groan, his body rolled out of bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up actually feeling rested. Everything ached. His muscles tightened with soreness. His throat felt as raw as his knuckles, though he hadn’t been using either. He had no desire to lift his arms over his head, or twist around too much, so he didn’t change out of yesterday’s uniform. Maybe the belts and buckles had made it difficult to sleep. The theory wasn’t a convincing one, but dwelling on things like that had never gotten him anywhere.

He ran his fingers once through his hair, combing out a bit of the mess. Looking in a mirror was the last thing he needed. He made his way to the dining hall.

The others trickled in for breakfast. His appetite, at least, hadn’t suffered. He hardly noticed the others giving him wide-eyed stares. What were they expecting? Of course he was looking worse for wear, given the circumstances. He ignored them, glad to focus on the hot meal before him.

A hand weighed heavy on his shoulder.

“Mikoto,” Shidou’s voice may have remained calm, but it was urgent. “Do you need some help?”

“Huh?” He shrugged his hand away, offering a weak smile. “I’m fine! Oh, I think Kazui was saving a seat for you over there, if you --”

“-- How about we go to my cell for a moment? Or yours, if that would be more comfortable.”

What was everyone’s problem this morning? Mikoto did his best to keep his voice pleasant. “Really, man, I’m good.”

Shidou’s expression remained unmoving. Very carefully, he informed him, “you’re bleeding. Pretty badly by the look of it. You’re coming with me.”

Mikoto blinked. He looked over his shoulder, following Shidou’s gaze. The back of his uniform was torn across the center. A significant splotch of blood seeped into the material, growing even larger as he shifted to see it.

“...Oh…”

Back in Shidou’s cell, sad to have left his breakfast plate behind, he slumped into a chair. Shidou gathered together some supplies. As always, he got right to the point. “What happened?”

“I… I’m not sure. I don’t remember anything from last night. I don’t remember most nights, recently. I know that sounds crazy, but…”

“It’s fine. I have definitely heard crazier.” He smiled, something gentle and reassuring. As usual, there was something hidden behind his eyes. It was as if he already knew what Mikoto was up to late at night that earned him so much soreness the following days. He didn’t offer an explanation, though. Mikoto didn’t press him for one.

He winced as he was helped out of his uniform. Removing his shirt revealed the mysterious gash. Shidou’s eyes widened at the array of scratches and scars. Some were fresh, but most originated long before Milgram. Though he didn’t ask, Mikoto answered.

“I’m pretty clumsy, huh?” Maybe this time he would believe it.

Shidou was kind enough to pretend to. “Here, allow me…”

Shidou got to work cleaning and dressing the injuries. Mikoto closed his eyes. Even though the disinfectant stung, and sometimes those gloved fingers pressed a little two hard, it felt nice to have things patched up.

“Is there anything else going on? Are you feeling pain anywhere else?”

Mikoto could have laughed. He didn’t. “I’m just sore. And my head’s been killing me, but I’m used to migraines. Perks of the verdict, I’m sure.”

Shidou hummed in thought.

“Thanks, by the way. I’ll try to be more careful.” Not that he had much choice in the matter, it seemed. But he’d do his best.

Shidou kept his face straight, but there were traces of pain in his voice. “I will too. I’m sorry, Mikoto. If I had known… I’ve been distracted lately, but I should have paid closer attention.”

“It’s fine,” he flashed a grin. “I know the others are pretty fucked up. And I’m not dying or anything. I’m lucky, you know?”

“I wouldn’t say so. Doctors don’t only treat the dying.”

Mikoto frowned.

It didn’t take much longer to finish treatment. Shidou gave him a few instructions about the bandages, then offered him a clean shirt. “You’re good to go. I’ll be checking in more often, now. I’ll see if I can find something for your head.”

“Thanks. Really.”

He returned Mikoto’s torn uniform. “You should talk to Es about getting a new one. Until then, you’ll want to clean this with --”

Mikoto waved a dismissive hand, heading out of the cell. “Don’t worry, I know how to wash blood out of my clothes. Er, that sounds bad. I’m just a clutz, yeah? The blood’s always been my own.”

Maybe this time he would believe it.

#milgram #mikoto kayano #shidou kirisaki #im so fucked up over mikotos state rn :(( im pretty sure his vd is going to melt me into a little puddle on the floor on wednesday #id need to do more research on what doctors are supposed to do but i think shidou knows mikoto is in denial and wants him to work through #the realization on his own first instead of forcing it on him - and telling him wont stop the late night rampages in his cell #and youre right - theres not an easy cure for the stress headaches and all that anyway so theres only so much he can do #but yeah itd make sense that shidou (and the others) were genuinely too busy with the 12yo and dying patients to notice his condition...#sorry for having a shirtless mikoto moment 😭 i didnt want to pull a meme but it was needed for the prompt 😤#i kept it in mikotos pov but when shidou mentions what doctors do hes having an internal crisis about if hes a good doctor rip #i do think mikoto only had one victim but still got into fights and stuff sometimes - hence others' blood on his clothes in the past #thank you so much for the request!!#the double hype has been Consuming me asdfsdf so this was a ton of fun to write ;-;#drabbles

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daftpatience · 9 months

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I have an affectionate hater relationship with Gale o waterdeep because he's just a little too much like me and I didn't realize it right away so I was making fun of him for doing shit I do. embarassing

#“i question the wisdom of that”#~I QuEsTiOn ThE WiSdOm Of ThAt~ oh fuck id say it like that too wouldnt i.#hes just like me. slipping in a puddle 3x in a row

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milkweedman · 10 months

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I have a cute sparkly gif banner that just says 'terfs dni' in pink surrounded by gold stars and blue glitter.

It's very pretty and nice to put on my fibre posts because man do trad fem and terfs like to pretend fibre arts is gendered.

nice, thats awesome ! and yeah, they really do like to waltz in and act like they own the fuckin place

#i havent found dni's to be effective for me so i just figured id ruin whatever they liked about my post #by adding PENIS <3 to it #i dont know if thatll work either but certainly worth a shot and fun anyway #its always especially Something to see a radfem with MEN DNI reblog my posts of pictures of my work #like fucking excuse me ? not that i expect coherency politeness or reading comprehension from radfems #but youre in MY HOUSE. get the fuck out of here with your men dni #if its so triggering to have a man like your post how have you not fallen to floor in a puddle of blood and viscera from the Terror #of reblogging from a man ? oh it was all just bullshit all along ? yeah. who would have thunk.#anyway .

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jealousdoll · 7 months

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interactions on literally any of my posts makes me wag.. <3 if this blog gets even a lil bit familiar in the icky fuckery side of tumblr ill actually tremble maybe even get wet. fuck

#dolly.txt #like........#i already blush at suchagoodpup ur so sweet and great #but now new accounts/ppl #*immediately just rolls over into a puddle of happy*#id cryyyy to make kink buddies #imagine if we brought back the myspace/fetlife trend of ....... a munch #literally just a gettogether/mini convention #could range in size from smoke session to house party to anime expo #id fuckin lose it #i sound a lil dated/old saying 'lets hold a munch/go munching'#but deadass lets eat and talk sophisticated filth #or just degenerecy yknowyknow

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sqlmn · 8 months

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What does he look like as drowned rat?

Them, in all their drowned rat glory.

They start off as a really good agent, filled with confidence and really convincing to others! Then start to find out things on their own that the agency would rather they don't know (also through very illegal means but hey, whatever) and decide to dip.

Before leaving though, they act as the mentor to Clifford, a young and impressionable agent in training... and make sure that he's the best agent he can be according to their very harsh standards. They then even tell the higher ups, hey, kid's ready and you should give him a nice name for missions. And then suggests Bravo, convinced Clifford will accept any code name with gratitude, they want it more personal. But like. Personal to /them/.

So every time someone uses that code name, it's basically praising their hard work with the guy. Anyone who uses the name Bravo is acknowledging Clifford's skills, but more importantly, acknowledging the one who gave him those skills.

#two crime bosses and a very good boy #i really want to assign the mentor a code name but i cant decide on what they would be called #and i need to figure out a few more things about them but still! i like them a lot #theyre basically a very malicious Good Guy who just goes rogue because the agency isnt effective enough #like they do actually want to do Good Things but they want to do it in the worst way possible #very bad at being a good person but doing that very well ya know #and i know i dont really make many nb characters and i know i make a lot of guys #but mentor does use they them pronouns o7 like i know a few people who have said he with them #and ive said he as well simply because originally i did think id make them a him #but then i started thinking about how cool a lady mentor would be and then it evolved into #i just want the mentor to be a puddle... a blob of being..... just this sentient scum bag..... yeah....#so theyve been through the ringer already with just me trying to settle on pronouns oops #and if you dig really deep down in their heart they really do like cliff it just doesnt really show up much #and it shows up very selfishly but they do actually like the little guy and they do want him to be successful and good

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puddleorganism · 7 months

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2/3(?) life series sci-fi au doodles

From left to right, top to bottom:

Pearl, Martyn, Scott, Lizzie, Etho, Joel

(Pearl’s already getting a redesign so don’t get used to this one lol)

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

#art #no id #I swear I’ll write more ids soon I just don’t wanna describe all of these weirdos #life series au #life series #pearlescentmoon #inthelittlewood #smajor1995 #ldshadowlady #ethoslab #smallishbeans #puddle scifi au

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sleepsart · 10 months

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Hi this is Puddle, leader of a tiny fishing village, mirror pronouns

[ ID: A drawing of Puddle, a humanoid fish person with a distressed expression. Puddle's arms are partly up and Puddle is wearing overalls, a bandana, and a bag made out of a net. Puddle has a shaved head, fins for ears, sharp teeth, and is barefoot. End ID ]

Tag list: @luna-spacedoodles @convexers @renchanters @cuuno @grey-nova @chimbamuerto @gardenergulfie @oakskull @sadgeish @im-troublesome @griancraft @bellemyers @solardashpraxus

#id #napsart #original stuff tag #puddle tag #puddle is an npc from a oneshot i ran earlier and is also suddenly everyone's favorite character #love that for puddle

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