#Dusty In Memphis

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Dusty Springfield - Dusty in Memphis (1969)

On this day, March 31st, 1969, Dusty in Memphis, the fifth studio album by Dusty Springfield, was released. Hoping to add some credibility and reinvigorate her career, Springfield signed with Atlantic Records the previous year. Featuring a who’s who of American R&B musicians and producers, the aim of the album was to back Springfield with an authentic soul sound. However, while the results were spectacular, sales were disappointing, despite featuring of her biggest hits (“Son of a Preacher Man”). Peaking in the US at no. 99 and falling to chart at all in the UK, the album instead caused Springfield’s career to stall. In the decades since, the album’s reputation and stature have steadily risen, and it is now widely viewed as Springfield’s greatest work and one of the best albums of all time. It has become so well regarded, in fact, that in 2020 Dusty in Memphis was selected by the US Library of Congress for preservation in the National Recording Registry for being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant". Considering Dusty Springfield was born Mary Isobel Catherine Bernadette O'Brien in London, England, that’s quite an achievement.

[nowonlyghosts]

Dusty Springfield // Dusty in Memphis (1969)

[carry-on-my-wayward-meg]

Dusty. So I had to hear the album Ed sings about in his song Dusty.

It is Dusty in Memphis.

it is not much for me but the songs I liked more are "So much love", "Don't forget about me", and "Just one smile".

I think Ed should play his favorite song of the album in his Instagram one day.

[merrimentsmight]

Prettyboy

[astralbondpro]

I swear at times that The Dream Machine (Troy Graham) did a better Dusty Rhodes promo than Dusty Rhodes did.

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Top Five Terry Funk Rivalries

Top Five Terry Funk Rivalries

Rob Faint We recently lost a true legend in Terry Funk. A former world champion. A hardcore legend. A true gentleman. (I had the great pleasure of meeting him) His career spanned over 50 years and almost 4 ,000 matches. Among those matches there are some rivals that stood out above the rest. Continue reading Untitled

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Dusty Springfield - Son of a Preacher Man 1968

"Son of a Preacher Man" is a song written and composed by American songwriters John Hurley and Ronnie Wilkins and recorded by British singer Dusty Springfield in September 1968 for her fifth studio album Dusty in Memphis. The single, released in late 1968, became an international hit, reaching number 9 in the UK singles chart and number 10 on Billboard's Hot 100 in January 1969. "Son of a Preacher Man" was Springfield's last Top 30 hit until 1987, when her collaboration with UK synthpop duo the Pet Shop Boys yielded the huge hit "What Have I Done to Deserve This?". "Son of a Preacher Man" found a new audience when it was included on the soundtrack of Quentin Tarantino's 1994 film Pulp Fiction; a re-release of the single reached number one in Iceland in 1995.

In 1968, songwriters John Hurley and Ronnie Wilkins wrote the song with Aretha Franklin in mind, according to a 2009 interview with Wilkins. Atlantic Records producer and co-owner Jerry Wexler, who was recording Dusty Springfield's album in Memphis at the time, liked the song and suggested it to Springfield for the Dusty in Memphis album. The song was recorded in 1969 by Franklin for her This Girl's in Love with You album. Franklin's older sister Erma Franklin also recorded the song and included it on her 1969 album Soul Sister.

Rolling Stone magazine placed Dusty Springfield's recording at number 77 among "The 100 Best Singles of the Last 25 Years" in 1987. The song was placed at number 43 among the "Greatest Singles of All Time" by New Musical Express in 2002, and in 2004, the song was on the Rolling Stone list of "The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time". Samples from "Son of a Preacher Man" were used on Cypress Hill's "Hits from the Bong" on their album Black Sunday. The song is also featured in the 2016 video game Mafia III.

In 1966, Springfield topped popularity polls, including Melody Maker's "Best International Vocalist", and was the first UK singer to top the New Musical Express readers' poll for best female singer. She has been inducted into the National Rhythm & Blues Hall of Fame, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and the UK Music Hall of Fame. Multiple critics and polls have lauded Springfield as one of the greatest female singers in popular music. In 2020, the album Dusty in Memphis was selected by the Library of Congress for preservation in the National Recording Registry for being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant". In its official press release, the library stated that despite its modest sales when first released, "over time, Dusty in Memphis grew in stature to become widely recognized as an important album by a woman in the rock era."

"Son of a Preacher Man" received a total of 85,4% yes votes!

[blueberryattack]

To complete the coaches, ashley pokemon team?

Ashley was an interesting one and I ended up leaning heavily on her costume for this! She's mostly a poison-type trainer.

Galarian Weezing - I had regular Koffing here originally, but the smokestack hats match her wig so well.

Chatot - She's got a bird on her skirt and Chatot fit the vibes of that bird the best I thought.

Ariados - Her fishnets remind me of spiderwebs.

Vileplume - Vileplume is known to release pollen clouds that are toxic to humans and other pokemon - fits with secondhand smoke. Could've also been Gloom.

Venomoth - Again, Venomoth's wings evoked Ashley's fishnet details. Also (and this might sound mean) - I feel like the interior of Ashley's coach would have a dusty vibe (not necessarily that it would be dusty but that it should be dusty if that makes sense?) which reminds me of moths.

Ivysaur - Leaves and flower bud reminded me of her skirt pattern again.

I've still got coaches to do - Tassita and Belle from Wembley, Memphis Belle, and maybe Carrie, Duvay and Belle the Bar Car (there are too many Belles) but the main trio is complete!

[elvisbdoll]

Sweet Little Love

summary: Elvis and the reader, childhood best friends, realize their bond is turning into something more. During a walk through 1950s Memphis, Elvis confesses he doesn’t want to leave without her. Under their old oak tree.

Pairing: black!young!reader X 18yr!elvis

Memphis, 1953

The first thing you ever learned about Elvis Presley was that he never walked anywhere—he ran. Barefoot through the dusty streets, racing past the small houses in the neighborhood, always moving like he had somewhere important to be. You had been five years old when you first met him, sitting on the front porch of your house, swinging your legs idly while your mama shelled peas.

Elvis had skidded to a stop right in front of you, panting from whatever adventure he had just come from. His dark blond hair was a mess, his cheeks red from the Memphis heat. “You wanna come play?” he had asked, grinning so big that his blue eyes nearly disappeared under the weight of it.

You hadn’t even answered—just hopped off the porch and followed him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

That’s how it started.

For years, Elvis was your best friend, your shadow. He’d knock on your door every morning, and the two of you would spend the day running through the neighborhood, climbing trees, and sneaking into the back of Club Handy to listen to the blues musicians practice in the afternoons. He loved music even back then, would watch the performers with wide, eager eyes, tapping out rhythms on his knee.

“Gonna be just like ‘em one day,” he’d whisper to you, as if it were a secret.

You believed him.

And now, at eighteen, he wasn’t that scrappy little boy anymore. He was taller, his voice deeper, his hair styled slick, but his grin was still the same—the one that made your heart stumble in your chest.

You didn’t know when things had changed. When Elvis had stopped being just your best friend and had become something more, something that made your stomach flutter and your palms sweat. Maybe it was the way he looked at you now, like you were someone worth staring at. Or maybe it was the way your name sounded different when he said it, softer somehow, like he was holding onto it just a little longer than before.

And now, standing in your backyard, the late afternoon sun casting everything in gold, he was looking at you like that again.

“Hey, you,” he called, leaning on the fence between your houses. His voice was warm, teasing.

You smiled, setting down the laundry basket you had been carrying. “Hey, Elvis.”

He tilted his head slightly, eyes roaming over you in a way that made your cheeks heat up. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Helping Mama,” you said, brushing your hands against your dress.

He nodded, then hesitated.

“I was thinkin’,” he started, voice just a little uncertain. “You wanna take a walk? Like we used to?”

Your heart jumped. You used to walk everywhere together as kids, no destination in mind, just talking about everything and nothing.

You glanced toward the house, then back at Elvis, who was watching you expectantly, almost nervous.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “I’d like that.”

His grin was immediate, boyish and bright, as if he hadn’t been sure you would say yes. “Alright, c’mon then.”

You slipped through the back gate, falling into step beside him, and together, you wandered through the familiar streets of your childhood.

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The neighborhood was alive with summer.

Music poured from open windows, blending together in a messy, beautiful melody of gospel, blues, and laughter. A group of kids ran past, barefoot and wild, much like you and Elvis had been all those years ago. The scent of fried catfish drifted through the air, making your stomach rumble.

Elvis noticed and chuckled. “We can stop by Gus’s later, get some,” he offered.

You nudged him playfully. “I see what you’re doin’. Tryin’ to bribe me with food.”

“Is it workin’?”

You laughed. “Maybe.”

You walked in comfortable silence for a while, the easy kind that only existed between people who had known each other forever. Every now and then, your hands would brush, sending little shocks up your arm. You weren’t sure if it was accidental or if Elvis was doing it on purpose.

As you passed Beale Street, the sounds of a blues band drifted from a nearby club. Elvis slowed down, listening intently, his fingers tapping against his thigh.

“Still wanna be just like them?” you asked.

He turned to you, his expression unreadable for a moment. “Yeah,” he said, then softer, “But I wanna be me, too.”

You understood what he meant. He didn’t just want to imitate the musicians he admired—he wanted to carve his own path, find his own sound. And you knew, deep in your bones, that he would.

“You will be,” you told him firmly.

Elvis smiled, and this time, it wasn’t just playful. It was something deeper, something that made your breath catch.

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Eventually, you ended up at the old oak tree behind the neighborhood church, the place where you had spent countless afternoons as kids. Elvis flopped onto the grass, stretching out with a sigh.

You hesitated before sitting beside him, tucking your legs beneath you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The cicadas hummed in the distance, the sun casting long shadows across the ground.

Elvis turned his head, looking at you. “D’you ever think about what’s next?” he asked.

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

He exhaled, as if trying to put his thoughts into words. “Like… where we’ll be a few years from now.”

Your chest tightened. You had thought about it more than you cared to admit. Elvis had dreams bigger than Memphis, dreams that would take him far away from here. And you—you weren’t sure where you fit into that.

“Yeah,” you said quietly.

He propped himself up on one elbow, studying you. “You ever think about leavin’?”

You shrugged. “Sometimes. But Memphis is home.”

Elvis nodded, then hesitated. “What if I asked you to come with me?”

Your breath caught.

He was watching you carefully, his blue eyes searching yours for something—hope, maybe, or reassurance.

“Elvis…” You weren’t sure what to say.

“I don’t mean right now,” he rushed to add. “Just… one day.”

The weight of what he was asking settled over you. He wasn’t just talking about leaving Memphis. He was talking about you and him, about something bigger than friendship.

“Elvis,” you whispered. “Are you… do you mean—”

Before you could finish, he reached for your hand.

His fingers were warm against yours, calloused from hours of playing guitar. He held onto you like he was afraid you might slip away.

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I know I don’t wanna leave without you.”

Your heart pounded so hard you were sure he could hear it.

For years, Elvis had been your best friend. But now, in this moment, he was something more. Something that made your chest ache with the weight of it.

You squeezed his hand.

“You ain’t leavin’ yet,” you reminded him, your voice shaking slightly. “So let’s not worry about that right now.”

Elvis studied you for a long moment, then nodded. “Alright,” he said softly.

And for now, that was enough.

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, you and Elvis lay side by side beneath the old oak tree, fingers still entwined.

Neither of you spoke.

There was no need.

Because in that moment, everything that mattered was right there.

Just you and him.

And the promise of something more.

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[archivist-crow]

Dusty Springfield - “Son of a Preacher Man” (1968)

Fifty-six years ago today, on November 8th, 1968, “Son of a Preacher Man,” from the fifth studio album by Dusty Springfield, Dusty in Memphis, was released. An international hit, the song reached No. 9 on the UK charts and No. 10 in the US, while also hitting the top-10 in at least eight other countries. However, it would prove to be the English singer’s last top-30 single for nearly 20 years, until “What Have I Done to Deserve This?” with the Pet Shop Boys in 1987. The song would chart again in 1995, after being featured in a memorable scene in the Quentin Tarantino film Pulp Fiction. One of the brightest moments from a classic album, the Southern soul-influenced track has been named one of the greatest singles and songs of all time.

[gyratingpresley]

The Universe is the Limit.

This is an interstellar themed story, and yes, I copied some things so don't come for me.

Main Characters:

Lucinda Foy-Presley (Luce)

Elvis Presley

Natalia Williams

Professor William

Side Character (s):

Emily Foy

Hi, my babies, MERRY CHRISTMAS! It's just a small blurb to fill you stockings. Do you want more things like this? 💞

I opened the front door, my boots dragging across the dusty, old plank deck. Eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill. My heart sank to the bottom of my chest when I heard Emily scream out my name, “Luce, no! Don’t leave! Please!” She sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Our grandfather grabbed hold of her, she reached out for me as I dropped to my knees. It felt like a thousand daggers piercing though my stomach. I felt weak... helpless... like I chose my passion over my own little sister... breaking free of his grip, she ran up to me, wrapping her arms around me, crying into the crook of my neck. Carefully prying her arms from me, I handed her back and turned to leave. “I will always love you...” It was all I could muster.  

The engine revved as the tires of my old truck scrapped across the ground, my eyes filled with tears as I drove away. 

I stared out a window watching as earth receded into the distance, looking as if nothing more than a blue and green marble, against the black tapestry of space. I sighed and turned my head looking at my crewmates. The two of them sat on chairs discussing things. Walking over, I tapped a pencil against my notepad. The next planet was 8 light years away. Natalia ran her hands through her auburn hair, bouncing her knee. I turned my head to Elvis, who was brushing his calloused fingers over his lip. My eyes followed his finger as it moved back and forth. He looked up at me, pointing to the chair next to him. Sitting down, I cupped my face and gently groaned into it. “Time is going to change...greatly, isn’t it?” Elvis muttered, staring at the ground, Natalia cleared her throat and stood up, walking away. I faced Elvis, pointing to my notes, "The passage of time is relative depending on the observer. For the three of us traveling at close to the speed of light, only twelve years will have elapsed, but for our friends and family back home... 60 years would have passed.”  He exhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose, “What if we erase the years taken? Is it possible?” His question was laced with a tinge of regret. I took a deep breath, leaning back in the chair, my gaze fixated on his, “Time is relative. It can stretch, and it can squeeze, but it can’t run backward baby” I saw his eyes change, regret, sadness... I knew that if we were ever to return, the home that we left behind would be nothing but a distant memory. As we sped through the cosmos, the grim finality of this dawned on me. There was no going back... only forwards. Elvis leaned over and pulled me to his lap, his lips gently brushing mine. "Fuck." He whispered as he captured my lips in a brushing kiss, I could taste the regret on his lips.

As the hyper sleep chamber hissed shut and the amniotic fluid began to flood the tight space, thoughts flitted through my mind. When I emerged on the far side of the milky way, my sister would be an old woman, one of the mothers of a generation of children not yet born... Il murmured her name one final time as I descended into a dreamless sleep, a latter day of Rip Van Winkle speeding through the endless night of deep space. 

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Tracklist:

Just A Little Lovin' • So Much Love • Son Of A Preacher Man • I Don't Want To Hear It Anymore • Don't Forget About Me • Breakfast In Bed • Just One Smile • The Windmills Of Your Mind • In The Land Of Make Believe • No Easy Way Down • I Can't Make It Alone

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[sanders1665]

What word was the beginning?

Memphis leaned back in his chair, eyes unfocused, drifting far beyond the cluttered room around him. His thoughts flowed like a river swollen with ideas, carving new paths, sometimes flooding, but always moving. He was a man of constant reflection, a restless thinker navigating the vast, chaotic ocean of knowledge and mystery.

He had been reading earlier, a dusty tome on the origins of language, and now he was caught in a whirlpool of questions. How had humanity come to this point? Grunts and gestures, to alphabets and algorithms. From crude symbols on cave walls to the glowing pixels on the screen before him. Words, he thought, are the very threads of the fabric we call reality. Without them, the world would be a blur of unformed impressions, a symphony without a melody.

“In the beginning was the Word.” The ancient phrase echoed in his mind, a profound simplicity that struck a chord. If words were the beginning, what were they building toward? Memphis imagined the rise and fall of civilizations, empires born from the careful stitching of promises and decrees, only to unravel through the careless or deliberate misuse of those same words.

He thought of the scientists he so admired—brilliant minds piecing together the puzzle of existence. How they peered into the cosmos, deep into the subatomic world, and back through time. They spoke of billions of years, the Big Bang, the gradual shaping of the Earth, and the improbable blossoming of life. And yet, Memphis wondered, what of the gaps? The unexplained leaps?

The ancient civilizations, for instance. Six thousand years ago, they seemed to spring from nowhere, carving their understanding into stone, mapping stars, crafting laws. How had they done it so quickly? Memphis imagined those early architects of knowledge, staring at the heavens with awe, then translating that awe into meaning, into art and order. Perhaps they knew something we had forgotten, or perhaps we still stood at the foothills of understanding, peering up at the peak.

His thoughts turned to more immediate things. The rush of modern technology—just twelve generations from the steam engine to artificial intelligence. Was this an anomaly, a sudden spike in the graph of progress? Or had there been other, lost moments of brilliance, erased by time and catastrophe?

"Communication is survival," Memphis murmured to himself. He believed that with conviction. Words built bridges between minds, spanned the gaps between dreams and reality. But they could also be weapons, tearing down what they had created. A well-timed insult could wound deeper than a knife. A lie, repeated often enough, could topple nations.

Memphis thought of the voices he surrounded himself with—lectures, podcasts, books. People who, like him, questioned the nature of existence. Some were idealists, others skeptics, many a curious blend of both. They debated the origin of language, the purpose of belief, the nature of the universe. Memphis loved their words, even when they didn’t answer his questions. Perhaps especially then. The mystery kept him moving, kept him alive.

He stood, stretched, and looked out the window. The world outside was quiet, the stars beginning to prick through the deepening dusk. Somewhere, far away, others were asking the same questions he was. The vast web of human thought connected them all, a symphony of voices seeking harmony.

Memphis smiled. Words were magic, yes, but not in the way most people thought. They weren’t incantations or spells. They were something simpler, and far more powerful: a way to say, “I was here. I thought these things. I wondered.”

And through words, his thoughts would ripple outward, joining the endless current, carrying the questions forward.

[eludin-realm]

Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai