#1960s Elvis

[agentcoltslaw]

So I watched roustabout...

Enjoy this very lazy sketch

[kickmyheadbill]

elvis doodles

[melancholicbutterflies]

a rare recorded conversation between elvis and a longtime fan

in my quest to find the perfect audio clip to create my perfect elvis AI i came across this little number... elvis, talking to a woman who appeared to be a fan and hung around the mafia, and over time becoming a sort of friend they knew, although you could tell in this clip while elvis was being real friendly and she got the A-OK to be passed on to talk with the King, he was not nearly as active a participant in the conversation, but as always he was polite...

Check it out here: https://youtu.be/wnMCQJkmwyw

[daffieapple]

The Most Beautifulist One.

[thatbanditqueen]

Oh to be Midge! I would not stand a chance against Mr. Irresistibly boyish charm. As always I absolutely adore the way you write Elvis. I feel like it is so spot on with his mischievous self. Seriously. I cannot get enough of any of your writing. Your series never ever disappoint. I was thrilled to see you had updated. And not to spoil anything, but that morning. Chefs kiss. Absolutely brilliant.

Dearest Stefanie,

I know, oh god, poor Midge... at least she's having fun? I know that my take on that *ahem* morning scene might be different than what people come to Elvis fic for, but I have to be true to myself, and I very much interpret that milestone as being one that would be mix of awkward, funny, and sweet tenderness. Thanks for your feedback my friend!

Anyone can find this chapter of this fic here on AO3, The Only Sure Thing :)

xoxoxo

[lllsaslll]

"From Nashville to Memphis: The Essential 60's Masters" CD Box Set

"From Nashville to Memphis: The Essential 60's Masters" CD Box Set

Five-disc CD box-set comprising every non-movie related master recording made during the 60's and released within Elvis' lifetime.

The box set was released in 1993 and includes a full color book with discography, essay, and a set of collectable stamps duplicating the album covers of every 1960's Elvis LP release with RCA Victor.

Continued in 1995, the companion two-disc release, "Command Performances: The Essential 60s Masters II" compiles 62 of the 211 soundtrack songs released within Elvis' lifetime. "From Nashville to Memphis: The Essential 60's Masters" was also released on cassette tape and vinyl, and a similar treatment was made for the 50's and 70's masters.

[desaparecidos]

Priscilla Presley. During the 60s, her look was bold - dyed, high black hair; heavy make up and fake eyelashes in order to look older. 

[melancholicbutterflies]

Now Hold On, Baby

Prompt: Elvis and his buddies are tossing the football around and you accidentally get hit. Needless to say, he more than makes up for it.

wc. 1,570

warnings: my awful understanding of medicine, elvis being a southern gentleman.

A/N: wow two fics in two days i'm impressed with myself LOL. I said i was gonna do football!elvis fic and i did! not sure why all my fics lately have been so fluff-based, but there ya go. there are potential other avenues i could go down with this setting, so if there's interest i may further develop the fic :O

"What a nice day to study outside," you remarked, smiling as you seated yourself in one of the nearby Adirondack chairs with your friend, Janie on the college's green.

"I agree on the first part, don't much care for the 'study' bit," she grumbled, flopping down next to you melodramatically.

"Oh, come on. It's better than studying inside. I've had enough of stuffy libraries, haven't you?"

"Oh sure. I just don't get why we gotta spend a beautiful day like this cooped up in books."

"Well, what would you rather do, then?"

"What would I rather do? What would I rather do?!" She cried.

"Yeah!"

Pausing, she laughed. "Gosh, it's been so long since I could choose what I wanted to do that I forgot what I even like!"

You laughed together.

She wasn't completely wrong; this semester had been a doozy, a far cry from your first one freshman year where everything was new and exciting, the feeling of finally being on your own for the first time in your life leading to more partying than school, the reason you were all there after all. The spring had been a real shock, filled with nonstop deadlines, rigid professors, and nearly as many all-nighters although not of the partying kind. It was a rude awakening for everyone in your year, but for Janie in particular, who had some attention issues although she was plenty smart.

"...Right now, I just wanna sit down and relax. Close my eyes a bit." Janie was saying drowsily, looking as if she was about to drift off to sleep right then and there. As the sun shone on you, a gentle breeze passing by, you had half a mind to join her. Your barely opened textbook slipping from your fingers as your body let loose some of that much needed tension.

Not two minutes later, you faintly heard someone yell "Heads up!" Thinking nothing of it, as it sounded as if it were a ways away, your mind felt fuzzy as it entered that half-dream-like, half-awake state.

Suddenly, it wasn't so fuzzy anymore. It was downright aching, like a bucket of ice-cold water rained down on it. Opening your eyes, you realized you'd been hit by some flying... football? Your hand massaged the side of your head while you looked blearily around for the source of the assault.

"Oh, man, I'm real sorry darlin'," a familiar-looking young man came jogging over to you wearing a forlorn expression. "It wasn't me, but I ain't gon' make excuses for them," he jabbed a finger in the direction of a few other young men, looking concerned. It was then that you realized who they were. You were speaking with royalty, as far as most of your fellow students were concerned. Football was big at your university, and from what you'd heard, your school was one of the top contenders. Elvis Presley, the man standing before you, was a big reason for that. He was quarterback, and he reveled in the attention as much as he enjoyed playing.

"Darlin'?" He questioned; thick dark brows furrowed in deepening concern. "You all right? We need to get your head looked at?"

"No, no," you shook your head, regretting the action as you felt like a rock was rolling around in there. "I'll... I'll be fine. Just try not to hit me again." You joked weakly. You thought it was funny, but also got your point across, and you went to move back to Janie. You didn't realize you were moving sluggishly, and walking not quite straight, until you caught the grass getting closer to you.

"Wha-

"Damn it!" You heard Elvis cry, and stupidly you shut your eyes, as if accepting your fate. "Gotcha," he cooed in your ear, and you came around to the fact that you were now in his arms, his nice, strong, warm arms... You looked up at him, eyes blinking, your head nearly lolling to the side if it weren't for his hand cradling your neck. "It's gon' be OK, sweetheart. Gon' get you to the nurse to get that head looked at. You're stubborn as hell, girl," he shook his head at you, half smile on his face. You wanted to poke it, your hand raised to do so but it landed on his cheek. He laughed. "'Nuff of that, woman. You want me to trip with you? We'll both crack our heads on this sidewalk." In your muddled state you laughed; the image was rather funny.

Some time later, you woke up in the nurse's office, alone. Where were you? You tried to recall the last moments but were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in?" You said hesitantly.

A young, dark-haired woman came inside in a nurse's uniform and greeted you pleasantly as she took your vitals. "You had quite a bump earlier, didn't you? Came in all zonked out."

The machine beeped. "Good, 107 over 20. Had you all the way down in the eighties, was thinking we'd have to send you to the hospital!"

"Oh, gosh."

"Luckily, you're looking a lot better. You don't still feel dizzy, do you?"

"No, I feel all right. Still a little bruised, though..." You went to feel your head, coming up against a light bandage. "Don't fuss with it, it needs to heal. I'm glad you came in when you did. If it weren't for that handsome fella that brought you, carrying you like a white knight and everything!"

A blush started rising to your cheeks, and you glanced away. "He was awfully nice to do that. Then of course it was his friends who hit me!"

"Oh, I'm sure it was just an accident. Besides, girls have done less to get Elvis' attention," she winked, moving toward the door. "You should be fine but take it easy, no sudden movements and no sports for a few weeks!"

"Thank you," you said, grumbling you hadn't intended to get his attention, it seemed to be thrust upon you. You couldn't deny it was a kind act he did; you didn't know many men that would have gone through that much trouble to make sure you were all right. You definitely were lucky he had stopped you from falling and incurring additional harm. And, even though you'd never admit it aloud, you found him not horrendous to look at. Maybe even cute. You were sure he was well aware of his affect on the opposite sex, and rationalized he didn't need more compliments.

"Oh, there you are," a familiar deep voice sounded to your right as you stepped into reception, about to leave toward your dorm to find Janie. You hoped she hadn't gotten too much of a scare. For all you knew she was still knocked out on the lawn; she was the heaviest sleeper you'd ever known!

"Elvis," you said, and it was all you could say in your surprise of him staying close. "What... what are you doing here?"

"Making sure you were OK, silly," he rose to his full height from the chair, stretching. "A bigger ask than I'd anticipated; those seats were none too comfy." He teased.

"Oh, Elvis, that's awfully kind of you but you didn't have to."

He waved a hand off, "naw, I was raised right, I wouldn't leave a woman in distress, especially since it was my numb knuckle friends who got you into that mess. I hope you can accept my apology, darlin'." There was that beseeching look again in his blue hues.

When he turned those eyes on you, you were done. "Of course I do," you said softly. He smiled real wide then, straight, shiny white teeth nearly blinding you in their exuberance. "Oh, doll, I'm so glad to hear that, I am. I was so worried. I know how smart you are, I didn't wanna think we were responsible for knocking all that genius outta your noggin!"

You guffawed; it was so ridiculously inane, yet entirely endearing because of the genuineness with which he said it. But then you sobered at the realization that he knew who you were. Or knew enough to know how seriously you took school. "Wait, how did you know-?" As far as you could recall, you'd never spoken, hardly laid eyes on him more than once or twice in passing, and even then, thinking nothing of it. You weren't someone who got into sports.

"I sit a few rows behind you. Prolly didn't notice, I don't blame you. I'm usually late or taking a snooze, not the most dedicated student," he rubbed the back of his neck as if embarrassed. "Well, I reckon we probably had a few classes together last semester too, but I guess you didn't notice me."

He watched you as you formed your opinion about this, not upset, but strangely earnest. It took you aback. You would've figured The Elvis Presley would have been a lot more cocky and self-assured. He wasn't in the slightest. It was... delightfully refreshing.

"Well, I can be pretty oblivious, but I can definitely say I know you now, Elvis Presley." You smiled the first real smile since speaking with him, and he mirrored you happily.

"Where you headed?" He asked. "My dorm. I should check on Janie, my friend," you add in explanation.

He nodded. "How 'bout I walk you there? It's gettin' late, and it's not but a few blocks from my dorm."

"Sure! I mean, if you don't mind. You've spent enough time on me today as it is. I'm sure you have other places to be."

He stopped you by the arm, forcing your gaze to his steady one. "There isn't anywhere else I'd rather be." He said, and you believed him.

[melancholicbutterflies]

little elvis, as he was dubbed (canon, I swear!), also made a historic appearance in the film

i love that directors thought it best just to keep. we will forever love them for it

[thatbanditqueen]

The Only Sure Thing Ch 9

The Only Sure Thing Chapter 9: Muschi Moo

Words: 14 K

Summary: Elvis and Midge get honest about their feelings for each other, grab some food, and Midge struggles to hold on to her independence and responsibilities as Elvis tries to convince her to come to Hawaii with him for a month.

Warnings: Underage OC, historically problematic  racial and gender attitudes, sex, loss of virginity, fluff, smut, a lot of different words for vagina, sexual coming of age.

You can read it here on AO3 be sure to check warnings.

THANKS: I need to thank a few people. First, @whositmcwhatsit​ read my first draft, and gave me some really helpful feedback. Like maybe Midge should have a personality and not just be lolling about trying to fuck Elvis. And other important suggestions. And proofread it, though I think I ended up adding 2K words and many more typos that are now there forever. Thanks Jade, and happy birthday. Also @be-my-ally​, @ellie-24, @from-memphis-with-love​, @vintageshanny​ and @missmaywemeetagain​ were really kind and supportive and helped talk me through some narrative road blocks. And honestly I need to thank everyone who reads this and leaves comments, this WIP is a labor of love and your feedback is meaningful and useful and I love talking 1960/1 Slim and Smidge with you.

That said, if you enjoy, please comment and reblog and let me know your thoughts.

taglist @woundmetender​ @eliseinmemphis​ @notstefaniepresley​ @whositmcwhatsit​ @beeandheroddobsessions​ @waiting4brucewayne2adoptme​ @richardslady121​ @angelborn1210​ @coolgirl462​ @burningloverdoll​ @dkayfixates​ @be-my-ally​ @ellie-24​ @literally-just-elvis-fics​ @ohjustpeachy1

Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist.

[thatbanditqueen]

Okay, I'll bite. I actually really love Jodie as well, mostly for the reasons you already mentioned. I feel like once you get to know him, he's actually really sweet underneath that rough and tumble exterior. (I mean, he charmed a lady into loving him with just a song lol). I just wanted to see more of him, to learn more about him. I feel like the movie would've worked better if they'd just made it about Jodie and had Josh played by someone else. Also, as you've probably noticed, I just love the idea of Jodie being a father/taking care of a baby; it's just such an adorable concept to me lol!

(Side note, but the actor who played Grandpa Joe in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory is also in Kissin' Cousins as one of the head army guys lol!)

Awww @arianatheangel-girl great minds think alike!!! Yes, Jodie is the better character, the movie did not have enough of him in it! And putting him in tender scenarios, well, the combo makes me feel all warm and toasty too..

I love that this movie had so many character actors, the thing we forget about Elvis' movies when we denigrate them is that they provided real work for people, character actors, editors, grips, and each person brought their creative spirit to the project. Is every scene gold? No. But I hate how film critics and snobs police our tastes. Can you tell I hate film snobs???? They are the worst.... you don't tell me what to like, I'm the champion critic of this mountain....

[thatbanditqueen]

Here's another funny post from them lol!

https://www.tumblr.com/star-shard/712458446632599552/imagine-this-josh-is-helping-babysit-one-of-the?source=share

More Jodie love!!! Here for any fic where Jodie calls Josh a city boy and shows him up....

[thatbanditqueen]

Under Appreciated Elvis

What is your favorite underappreciated Elvis Presley character and why? If you’ve been on tumblr Elvis fandom for five minutes, you’ve seen the Vinces, the Dannys, the Dekes, the Tulsas, the Chads, the Luckys... the Dr. Carpenters and the Walter Hales... but Elvis was in 33 (?) movies.... what is a character you love that you feel like doesn’t get enough play, respect or attention? And why? Respond, reblog, or send me photos and GIFs and all your thirsty reasons.... no film is off limits....

Mine is Jodie Tatum.... I love blonde backwoods Elvis, I love the jeans, flannel and hiking boots, I like how rough around the edges he is, the way the first thing he tells everyone is that he is the champion wrestler of the mountain, because to him that is something to brag about, and how he just melts when he meets PFC Midge Riley and pursues her balls out without trying to play any games with her.... he is just a much more interesting, sweet little boy grumpy man character to me than the slick, leather-glove wearing Josh... although, and I know I’ve posted about this, the scenes of Josh in that white jean ‘fit singing bout how he love two little girls... ugh, I feel like I’m in a therapy session confessing my fucked up kinks.. Kissin’ Cousins has a lot of cringey horrible ridiculous moments, it was the first movie after the Colonel realized he could maximize profits by reducing the production budget. And it shows. It is so easy for me to see all the work arounds to cut costs that they did. But I love this movie because it still manages to have some of my favorite moments despite everything, and if you come to my blog regularly, you know I am a champion of popular culture for girls, elvis, and trash...

OK, enough about me, what is your favorite under appreciated Elvis character, and why, bonus points if you have a favorite scene that makes you tingle... here is one of mine from Kissin’ Cousins...

taglist: @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @from-memphis-with-love @powerofelvis @missmaywemeetagain @coolgirl462 @vintageshanny @loving-elvis @marriedtopresley just tagging a few people i think would be into this but please everyone who wants participate!!!

[daffieapple]

Whew! Elvis’ face just hit different with a beard. He was so extremely sexy with it. I hate he didn’t rock this look beyond this one film.

[thatbanditqueen]

The Only Sure Thing Ch 7

All the Ice Cream You Can Eat

Summary: Elvis catches up with Midge and tries to fix things, but she is insistent that she wants to focus on work and school. Elvis agrees to let her be and not interfere with her aspirations. As Midge sets out on her own, she makes a new friend and begins to get an informal education on being an independent career girl.

Warnings: Underage OC, historically problematic racial and gender attitudes, Fluff, Smut, Angst,  Drugs, 1960s Elvis, Daddy Elvis, sexual coming of age.

Be sure to check warnings, you can read this chapter here on A03

Let me know if you would like to be tagged in future updates, and as always, if you enjoy, please leave kudos, comments, share and let me know what you think.

tag list: @notstefaniepresley @whositmcwhatsit @eliseinmemphis @beeandheroddobsessions @waiting4brucewayne2adoptme @richardslady121

[thatbanditqueen]

She Can’t Be All Bad

So you made it to my corner of tumblr. Welcome! This is a multi-fandom blog mainly devoted to twentieth century pop culture history, especially midcentury americana, and classic film and TV. I'm really into Elvis Presley right now. So it’s probably more honest to say that its mainly devoted to Elvis fic, games and media.

Asks Games

What would you take after a night with Elvis in 1975?

Under Appreciated Elvis

Fuck, Marry, Kill Elvis Movie Characters

Bandit Queen Writings Masterlist

All of my content is 18 +  so minors DNI.

You can find my master list below the fold.

If you enjoy any of my work, please consider following me, commenting and reblogging my work. 

ELVIS PRESLEY

One - shots

Short stories 2 - 5 K

Ongoing Series, click on title for chapters

Louisiana Saturday Night

Summary: It's 1954, and something different is happening on stage at radio station KWKH Shrevepor during The Louisiana Hayride broadcasts. Freddie Stern is not sure whether she is lucky to be there for it or not.

Basic Training

Summary: Bess is a smart, young secretary working at Fort Hood, dreaming of a life beyond the military one she has always known. That's why she doesn't date soldiers, they only break your heart, and she is looking ahead to something better. One Friday night in March, she stumbles in to the new draftee who's turned the base upside down....

The Only Sure Thing

Summary: Miriam Cohen runs away from her Orthodox family in Memphis in 1960, and ends up living in Los Angeles, where her older brother is a member of the Memphis Mafia, working and living with Elvis Presley. Miriam begins an affair with Elvis as he struggles to get Hollywood to take him seriously, and she experiences the blossoming counterculture growing in California during the 1960s while navigating Elvis' controlling, jealous and unfair expectations.

No One Walks Out on Big Daddy

Summary: Rebecca is a single mom working a dead end job in Jackson, Mississippi when a chance encounter brings her into bed with Elvis in June 1975. Angst and smut follow....

NON-ELVIS FIC

Against the Wall

Austin Butler x OC in 1980s AU (an experiment)

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve 1987, and Austin finds himself at a Silverlake dive bar, where he meets the voluptuous and insecure Hannah. Both struggling to make it in the movie biz, they embark on a tumultuous relationship....