#50s shirt

[sdiwh]

[arundolyn]

today i bring you aba stimming. tomorrow? who knows

[rapidhighway]

i have to listen to an audiobook before tomorrow im working im workingg i swear, more knuckles gijinka cause apparently, i love drawing him

[reallyhardydraws]

casual / club / wedding / gig

[popfizzles]

Boba's reference is done now !!

everyone please observe and love them :)

[wilson-is-a-slut]

my favorite trio (hudson) as t-shirts

HOUSE

WILSON

CUDDY

will probably do a part 2

[luc3ks]

have you seen this man? 🛸

meet the artist, in honor of me reaching my 20s

[aquareegia]

while merch is cool in general, i hope sleep token doesn't overdo it. i know the prepare/obtain mails are somewhat of a meme by now, but it can go into the "sellout" direction pretty quickly, if they're not careful. i obviously want them to be able to live off of their music, but i still think it's smarter to make fewer merch drops to not oversaturate people. i think sleep token is very much a quality over quantity project, and i'd like if the merch reflected that too. i don't mind if there are longer periods where we don't hear from them because i want them to focus on their art. a cryptic "prepare" hits so much more when it's about the music and not the 50th merch drop imo.

[sdiwh]

[lonelyzarquon]

In the year 1860, Baron Frankenstein was condemned to death for the brutal murders committed by the monster he had created...

The Revenge of Frankenstein opening scene

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

VINCENT PRICE as Don Galico/Galico the Great -

THE MAD MAGICIAN (1954)

[milkyhoneybee]

Wish it was more socially acceptable to grope men's tits and slap them on the ass in public, maybe pull them into my lap and tell them they're pretty

[akkivee]

hitoya’s just bringing his bike into the bar sure lol 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[tapeworrmart]

Ruined his nice shirt 💫🚬

[hooked-on-elvis]

EP Playing Touch Football

This ripped shirt reminded me of something Jerry wrote in his book. I wonder if this shirt ended up ripping accidentally, with a random, non-directed pull (maybe E even ripped the shirt himself, somehow), or if the guys still gave El a harder time than they did the other players every time he played with them (I didn't notice any other guys with the torn clothes).

JERRY SCHILLING'S MEMORIES OF PLAYING FOOTBALL WITH ELVIS:

At one of our bigger games in the spring of 1955, we’d been playing for a while when a couple of very large men showed up and asked if they could get in the game. They explained that they were semipro players, had heard about the Elvis games, and wanted to be a part of it. The rest of us were not so eager to play with these big guys, but as far as Elvis was concerned, these players were stepping onto his turf and he wasn’t going to stand down. He wanted them in.

We worked out the teams again to include them and got set to play. On one of the first offensive drives, Elvis was taking a break from quarterbacking duties and was on the line blocking. When the ball was snapped, this 200-pound-plus semipro hit Elvis hard and ran right over him. Elvis took his time getting up — he was obviously a little shaken.

Now, we played tough at these games, with all-out effort, and we regularly knocked the hell out of each other. But the point was that everybody got knocked around — nobody ever specifically targeted Elvis. You wouldn’t think twice about hitting him if that’s the way the play went, but nobody was ever going out of their way to try to hurt him. From the look of that semipro player’s first hit, it seemed that maybe these guys weren’t so interested in playing ball for fun they were going to teach “Pretty Boy” Presley a lesson.

As we got back into a huddle, it was clear that Red West was furious. “I’ll take that son of a bitch out,” he said.

“No, Red,” said Elvis sharply. “Damn it, no. Just play the game.”

We ran a few more plays, and it was the same thing each time —Elvis got a tremendous hit from this charging rhino. But Elvis made a point of hopping up a little faster each time and just shaking it off. It got to a point where the day just didn’t feel like fun anymore. All the regular players were furious, and we were all telling Elvis that the game couldn’t go on like this, but he wouldn’t hear it. He wanted to play through. I found myself lined up next to Elvis, with the same big guy ready to charge at him again.

“Hit me from the left side,” said Elvis. “What?” asked the rhino. “Hit me from the left side.” “Why?” “I got a few bones over there that ain’t broke yet,” said Elvis.

The big guy started laughing, and by the time the ball was snapped he was laughing hard enough that he didn’t have the strength to steam-roll Elvis. After the play, we took a break and the guy went over to his fellow rhino. In a few minutes they walked back toward Elvis. Now the big guys were all smiles.

“Excuse me, Elvis,” said the one who’d been knocking him down.

“We sure did enjoy the game. Hope there aren’t any hard feelings.”

Red was still ready to lunge at them, but Elvis just shrugged.

“No hard feelings,” said Elvis. “Just bruises. Good luck with your season.”

Their big faces lit up like they’d just been blessed by the Pope. They started to walk away, when the guy who’d been knocking Elvis down turned around and came back.

“Uh, just one more thing, Elvis? Our wives are over there—can we bring them over to meet you?”

“Sure,” says Elvis. “Bring ’em over.”

As Elvis signed autographs for their wives, it all came together for me; if he had let Red and the rest of us go after these guys, then he would have ended up with some more enemies. Instead, he took a little punishment and ended up with four new fans.

There were a lot of people in Memphis that wanted to knock Elvis down, figuratively and literally, but what I saw happen on that field with the semipro guys was something I’d witness over and over again: A lot of people thought they had something against Elvis, but I never saw anybody who spent any time with him walk away not liking him.

Excerpt "Me and a Guy Named Elvis: My Lifelong Friendship with Elvis Presley" by Jerry Schilling (2006)

December 27, 1956. Elvis played touch football at the Dave Wells Community Center in Memphis with some friends.