#Presley Twins in Elvis Movies

[thetaoofzoe]

So if we have Ross Carpenter and John Carpenter, does that mean there is another set of kinky twins in the Elvis movieverse?

[imasexypotato]

I just finished watching the Elvis (2022) Movie and a fic idea just popped into my brain, hear me out. Twins.

Masters of the air Twins AU:

(This is set in the MoTA timeline, Elvis and Gale are the same age, and join the war around the same time.)

Gale Cleven and Elvis Presley are twins that were separated at birth.

Elvis gets to grow up with his mother and father, and even though they don't have a lot of money, they have eachother.

Gala is either taken away from them or given up for adoption because they can't afford to raise two kids.

They each grow up without knowing that they have a (living) twin brother somewhere in the world.

Elvis is told that he had a twin brother that died at childbirth. Whereas Gale is raised by the Clevens not knowing he's adopted.

They each grow up differently. Elvis, surrounded by friends and family, different cultures shaping his mind. He becomes an outgoing, extroverted cheerful young man.

And Gale, living with an abusive alcoholic father and timid absent mother. He keeps his thoughts to himself, more introverted and serious.

Gale joins the Air force, meets John, and eventually becomes a major and is sent to the 100th.

Elvis joins the Army, and climbs the ranks quickly. Something happens and he's transferred to the 100th after Gale has already arrived.

For the first couple of weeks that they're both there, they don't cross paths. But other pilots and members of the 100th task force meet them.

After a while, people start to realise that they look exactly the same. They're identical.

Except for their hair, Elvis having jet black hair and Gale having blonde locks. And polar opposite personalities, they're like the day and night.

They also realise that they aren't aware of each others existence. After a few days of people asking each brother if they're related, and both of them denying having any siblings, John snaps.

It's the 4th time that day someone's asked Buck if he has a long lost brother. He decides to go and meet this mysterious man that looks so much like his Buck.

He goes around base looking for this Elvis Presley guy. When he meets him, he can't believe his eyes.

He looks just like Buck. Granted he's not nearly as gorgeous as his Gale, but the resemblance is uncanny.

There's no way they're not related.

After that day, John and some others try to get both brothers to somehow interact without making it seem forced.

Somehow, they never seem to meet.

At first, Gale brushes away John's insistence of him meeting some new guy, he's too busy to play along with his games.

And Elvis is trying to get the hang of things around base. There isn't a moment of rest for either brother.

So John enlists the help of some of his friends. Demarco and Brady, Crosby and Bubbles, Curt as well. They're going to stage a meeting for those two clueless idiots.

But each time they try to set something up, it fails. Maybe they trick Gale into going someplace to meet John, and Elvis is a no show.

Another time, they try to make them bump into eachother. And somehow they don't notice the other as they walk past one another in opposite directions.

Each attempt to get them together becoming more and more ridiculous.

It reaches the point where most people working for the 100th know about the two men. Eventually, Colonel Harding finds out what his subordinates have been up to.

He tells them to let it be. Major Cleven and Major Presley are bound to meet at some point.

So they do.

They watch as the days go by. Waiting for each brother to acknowledge the other. It feels like everyone on base is holding their breath.

Waiting for Gale and Elvis to meet. Expecting some kind of earth shattering, mind blowing reaction from the two men.

They eventually meet, entirely on their own and by pure chance and coincidence.

It's the middle of the night, and Elvis is walking around base trying to unwind after a long day. He can tell that the others are acting strange but he can't tell why. It's like they're walking on eggshells around him.

He walks down a dark path and hums a little song his momma used to sing to him when he was a child.

He's about to turn and head back to the barracks. He stops humming for a moment and that's when he hears it.

Someone is singings his momma's song. How is that possible? She made it up herself.

He looks around, trying to pinpoint where the voice is coming from.

In the distance someone walks in his direction. It's hard to see in the dark.

As he comes closer, the man stops singing once he notices someone standing up ahead.

He slows down and takes careful, measured steps. Elvis does the same. Once they're close enough to see eachother, they freeze.

It's like looking in a mirror.

They look at each other in silence. An array of emotions displayed on each man's face. From confusion to understanding, to Awe.

They don't say a single word.

And yet.

Somehow.

Deep down.

They know.

💛💙💛💙💛💙

Should I make a part 2 of what I think happens next?

[ittakestwopod]

[nevertoheaven06]

welcome to nevertoheaven06

about me

౨ৎ i'm seventeen

౨ৎ i'm closing out my junior year of high school

౨ৎ my fav lana album is ultraviolence

౨ৎ i adore lana del rey, fiona apple, big theif, alice coltrane, marilyn monroe, priscilla presley, hole, and elvis

౨ৎ my fav movies are priscilla, when harry met sally, girl interrupted, sound of metal, and dazed and confused

౨ৎ i like 50s and 60s style and home interiors, make up, sylvia plath, twin peaks, playing electric bass, and 50s-80s music

[elvismentions]

"Rubberneckin'" by Elvis Presley (Paul Oakenfold remix) in New York Minute (2004) dir. Dennie Gordon

[albaricomics]

seeing ur hc about anastacha and francis makes me wanna know now, whats ur hc for nacha and francis? or nacha and anastacha in general, bc theyre family is so cute (francis and nacha r still married in my head </3)

So cute you keep them as a married couple in your head haha 💖💖

For Nacha and Anastacha

Too much energy mom and zero to no energy daughter

Their love and care for each other is mutual, Nacha would do anything to protect her girl, and even tho sometimes Ann doesn't match her mom's vibes or isn't too cheerful about general stuff, she'll show care in different ways.

Besides of her mom, the rest of the world is very "whatever" to Anastacha.

Nacha will do Ann's pigtails for school every morning, she has done it since she was very little and hasn't figured how much she has grown already.

Unlike Ann and her dad, Nacha is OBSESSED with Elvis Presley and will blast his music every weekend.

They enjoy hanging out with the twins, Lois, Margarette, Gloria, Raftellyn and Mia. All women have a strong bond and trust each other for everything 💞 (tho Ann tries to stay away from those who pinch her cheeks bc of "how much she's grown")

For Francis and Nacha...

Currently is generally awkward, tho Francis doesn't care that much to this point, but Nacha will rush to her apartment if she sees him close.

They loved watching outdoor movies when they were together.

She's a chef so I believe they met at the restaurant she was working, while Francis was delivering milk, and his attention was brought to the lead chef that would make everyone move around, but when those big blue and green eyes made contact with him, he immediately knew he wanted to know everything about her.

She approached and asked him "do you need me to sign something?", and it took him 15 SECONDS to react.

He'd purposefuly say he forgot to bring something, again and again, to repeatedly visit Nacha during the day.

He wasn't shy at all, but took him fair enough to invite her out to dinner.

First kiss was on the dance floor, while "The Great Pretender" by The Platters was playing... Really bad song to listen to after the break up.

The doppels situation will inevitably make them talk to each other again, leading to slowly care for one another and help the neighbors... Together.

I'm sleepy, this is what I can think of rn lol

Loved thinking of it!!

[marvelobsessed134]

Halloween party shenanigans

Pairings: Early 2000s!Tommy Lee x Fem!reader

Warnings: drinking, drunk reader and her shenanigans,Tommy punches a guy for hitting on you cause I think it’s hot, age gap, reader has an Elvis obsession because yes.

Summary: you go to a Halloween party with your boyfriend

You’re dressed as none other than Priscilla Presley this year because your obsession with Elvis is ever growing and your love for his wife was growing too. You love her hair especially. So you have a black wig with the giant beehive. You’re wearing a shorter version of her wedding dress with a veil on top of your head. Her iconic makeup adorning your face.

You walked down the tile stairs to the foyer where your boyfriend was waiting. He was dressed as spiderman, ever the kid at heart. Especially after the new Spider-Man movie with Tobey Maguire came out.

The drummer heard your heels clacking and looked up to see you walking gracefully down the stairs. “Holy fuck, babe. You look beautiful.” Tommy had nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

You giggled, “Thank you. You don’t look to bad yourself.”

“Yeah well, I definitely don’t look as sexy as you holy shit.” He held his arms open for you and you walked into them after reaching the floor, the two of you in an embrace.

The moment was interrupted by his cellphone buzzing. “Ugh, it’s probably Nikki saying ‘where the fuck are you?’ He can’t stop being an asshole outside of work. So fucking glad I left motley.”

“Oh but you love him.” You gave him a teasing smile.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go before he personally shows up to our house.”

The two of you made it to the party which was being hosted at none other than Saul Hudson’s house or as most people know him, Slash.

You’re pretty good friends with him since you produced a couple of his songs. Yep, you’re a music producer and damn good one at that.

Making your way through the crowd you greeted the man himself, who was dressed as a vampire but still adorned his iconic top hat.

“Slash!” You cheered with open arms. The two of you had a brief hug because someone is a little territorial. You love him for that though.

“Y/n!” He exclaimed back with a wide smile before exchanging a brotherly handshake with Tommy. “You make a great Priscilla.” Slash commented.

“Thanks. See I wanted this one to go as Elvis but as soon as he saw Spider-Man he was dead set on his costume.” You pointed you thumb to the drummer.

“Hey, in my defense it was much easier to get a Spider-Man costume than an Elvis costume.” You playfully rolled your eyes at that, “Whatever. Come on let’s go find everyone else.”

When the two of you spotted nikki who was comedically dressed as Michael Meyers, freaking you out just a little bit until he took the mask off when he realized it was making you feel uneasy.

“Sorry sweetheart, didn’t mean to scare you.” The bassist apologized and you smiled with a shake of your head. “It’s fine, I’m just a not a slasher person.”

The terror twins continued to have a conversation when you were distracted by one of your friends, Holly Madison. You quickly told Tommy you’d be right back as you rushed over to her.

She was dressed as tinker bell looking beautiful as always. “Holly!!” You exclaimed and her face lit up when she saw you. The two of you hugged tightly before letting go. “Oh my god you look beautiful.” The two of you said at the same time looking at each other’s outfits.

“Ok I’ve been waiting for you to show up so we can get drunk!” The blonde cheered and you laughed with a nod.

Four drinks later you were already drunk. Dancing on the counter top, Tommy watching you carefully to make sure you didn’t get hurt. When you got down with the help of some random guy who you didn’t know would cause you trouble in just a few moments, you tripped and almost fell when you were caught by him.

“Whoa, careful babe.” He chuckled and you immediately pulled his hand off of you. “Thanks for helping me.” You said.

He waved you off, “It was no problem. Hey, you’re that music producer. You produced for my band once.” You don’t even know this guy. “I did?”

“Yeah. Always thought you were pretty. You wanna go out someti-“ he was cut off by a punch being thrown at him, knocking him to the floor. Your boyfriend stood over him, anger in his eyes.

“Stay the fuck away from my woman. Got that?”

The man nodded and hissed in pain.

“Oh my god Tommy! You can’t totally do that!” You we’re slurring your words and he knew you were very drunk. “Come on, let’s get you home.” The brunette whispered.

“Noooo I wanna stay right here.” You made a show of stomping your foot on the ground with your arms crossed. Tommy wrapped an arm around your waist, “No, you’ve had enough partying tonight. Cmon baby.” And with a huff, you let him take you home.

[devil-doll13]

Some House of Wax/Sinclair Brothers Headcanons I’ve had in my head that I’ve already shared w the server but… The rest of the world deserves to know.

Related to gif, Vincent is the ‘medical expert’ of the house solely because he’s the one who knows the human body/first aid the best. I mean, in the movie we see him stitching up those wounds on what’s-his-face pretty neatly, right? This is also part of the reason why he automatically reaches for Bo during this scene.

Given his birth date was sniffed out by fans before me (1970) and this man looks like he’s a cosplayer sometimes, I truly believe Bo idolised Elvis Presley as a kid, and maybe a bit as an adult as well. He still enjoys listening to rock n’ roll from that era when he’s in a good mood. When he’s in a bad mood, or doing his business™️ in his sex dungeon/basement, that’s when the Marilyn Manson comes on.

All of them have had an alt phase of some sort. For Vincent it was goth, for Bo it was rivethead/industrial rock and for Lester it was grunge.

Les is also down bad fucking horrendous for alt people in general. Yes, he has magazines stuffed down his sofa, yes, they used to be Bo’s.

Bo is allergic to nuts. He also gets really nasty hay fever. I also think possibly him having sensory issues/picky eater could’ve led to meltdowns as we see in the opening. And really, it’s the 1970s/80s do you expect his parents to understand or sympathise?

In contrast, Lester has the constitution of a Greek god somehow and has probably eaten some absolutely vile shit as a kid.

I know most people interpret Vince as sweet and shy but… While I do think he’s more measured and withdrawn compared to Bo, I also think being the ‘favourite’ in terms of being Trudy’s little art prodigy contributed to a sort of spoilt brattiness esp as a kid. (Exhibit A: The ‘Bo Sux’ fridge art in the opening) As an adult, there’s still a sense of entitlement to him. What I’m saying is that he’s an insufferable art nerd lol. He definitely isn’t toothless and his arguments with Bo aren’t necessarily one-sided, he’s just capable of ignoring him when he wants to; he’s used to his twin, after all. While I do think he’s capable of being soft, don’t forget this man killed a woman in cold blood and recorded it. I also think he can get snippy enough during arguments to combat Bo’s generally sharp tongue.

Speaking of which, everyone in the (surviving) family knows ASL. It’s necessary when communicating with Vincent.

Again with how prolific a killer Vincent is, I suspect he may be the one who does the most murder out of all of them. Bo is the handsome ‘face’ of Ambrose, and Vincent is right under the seedy underbelly with a knife, ready to spill guts (and then sew it up again once he’s got them in the workshop). Lester is similar to Bo in that he mostly just guides people toward the town, but I do think he gets his own notions sometimes.

From a more x reader perspective, Bo strikes me as a man who’s most charming when he’s not trying to be. Of course he can put on an act for victims/tourists, but those are just empty words, y’know? Also, has a kinda cheesy side.

I know everyone has Jonesy as Lester’s dog but… I think she’s really Vincent’s. In the movie, she’s always seen with Vin or in the house of wax itself, it’s only when he dies that she goes to Lester. I actually think Les is a cat person (tell me he wouldn’t actually encourage their hunting habits for his own personal collection…) while Vin is a dog person. Also, hot take I think Bo loves snakes and reptiles.

Given that the House of Wax and Ambrose itself is a big ol’ art project, and we’ve seen the state of the church (permanently in the middle of dead ass crusty Trudy’s funeral) I think there may be a sort of difficulty letting go of their past in the brothers, maybe some hoarding as well (I mean we haven’t even seen some of the other houses in Ambrose but this is just speculation). We get the sense that Ambrose is a place where time stands still, forever, until its conservationists finally die. Idk I’m talking out my ass here

[aliypop]

Anyday Now: Chapter 1

Word Count: 2,448

Writers Note: Lost steam on the Tupelo fic, so here's a new series

Warning: Angst

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Chapter 2

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 Graceland 1967

"YOU'RE REARLY HERE!" Cecelia shouted, "You don't even know how things work anymore with the kids!" Elvis was shocked by her sudden shift in mood. An hour ago, he was reuniting with his wife and kids, and now it was World War Three. "Aw hell, Cece, I give the kids gifts, and suddenly I'm a bad father!" Elvis sighed as if he knew he added more fuel to the fire. Cecelia only laughed as she got closer to him. "They don't need a gift giving money totting daddy. They need their father!" Cecelia sighed. She had gone on too many stressful nights without Elvis now that he was doing more movies and The Colonel was working him like a musical mule, "But what would you know, you're probably in California with some young little thing, forgettin' you have responsibilities here in Memphis!"

"You keep it up, and you'll lose me like your mama lost your pa-" The bedroom door slammed in his face as he shook his head. He wondered when did things get so bad that they started arguing like this. He could hear her crying, and it broke his heart that she was in this much pain emotionally. He had to fix it.

"What would your mama say if she heard us fightin' like this, huh!" Cecelia said, her back against the bedroom door.

Elvis cleared his throat as he did one of his funny voices, "She'd say Booby! That's the one good woman you got. Either get yourself together, or you'll lose her." Elvis chuckled, as did Cecelia, leaning against the door as he fell into her lap. Blue eyes looking at cloudy hazel eyes, "You know I love you, right..." Cecelia asked,

"If you didn't, you wouldn't pitch such a fight to keep me in check." his hand on her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her, "I'm sorry if I made you feel all alone,"  

"I'm sorry if I made you feel like I nag you." Taking his hand, Cecelia pressed a soft kiss into his palm. Elvis then got up and carried her to the bed, 

"We haven't had any mama and papa time. Since I've been back. I think we're long over,"

CRASH!

"JESSIE BROKE IT!"

"DID NOT!"

"Duty calls Mr. Presley..." Cecelia sighed, getting up as Elvis kissed her lips, "You stay right here. I'll handle this." he winked at his wife as she bit her lip. Something about him taking charge did it for her. As Elvis went downstairs, his twins Jessie and Elaine greeted him.

"Who broke what..."

"Elaine broke a bowl," Jessie said, a smirk on his face. Jessie was the trickster and troublemaker, but Elvis loved him dearly, even if he did get punished a lot. 

"Jessie broke it! Cause you said no snacks out of the pretty plates!" Elaine stated. Elaine was a daddy's girl. But she was also independent at times and almost always slept between her parents in their bed. 

"What pretty plate was broken..." Elvis could feel a headache coming, especially if it was the plates from,

"The cabinet with the matching cups in it," Jessie said as Elvis had a face that read oh shit. Walking towards The China cabinet, he had hoped it wasn't the wedding china, but when he opened the door, he noticed the missing plate, which matched the shattered one on the ground. 

"And you were going to leave it on the floor..." Elvis asked, rubbing his temples.

"Yeah, 'cause mama won't notice!" Jessie said, telling on himself, 

"Mhmm, so you broke a plate and a bowl?"

"Mhmm!" Jessie nodded,

"And you lied, saying your sister did it?"

"Yep!" Jessie said, a smile on his face as Elvis chuckled. If parenting is this easy, he'd try being a bad cop even more. "So Jessie, you know you're grounded, right," Elvis said as Jessie pouted, 

"But...But..."

"No comic books and TV time for two days, and you're helping with the horses," Jessie grumbled as he tried to muster out tears. Elaine stuck her tongue out at him as Elvis cleared his throat, "You can be next too little Biscuit." he smirked as Elaine straightened up. 

"Sorry, Daddy..."Elaine sighed. Elvis ruffled up her curly, dirty blonde hair. 

"Now, you two clean this mess up." 

"But it's got pointy parts!" Jessie said,

"Should've thought about that when you broke it." Walking back upstairs to the bedroom, Elvis noticed Cecelia was asleep. She looked like an angel, and he was still proud to say that she was his wife. Kissing her on the temple, Cecelia began to wake up, 

"Hmmm..."

"Did I wake you, baby?" Elvis asked as Cecelia pulled him closer to her body like he was a teddy bear. Lying next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, taking in her scent, "No, you didn't wake me," her voice was raspy, "I just was resting my eyes a bit..." she sighed. Cecelia sounded exhausted, and he could see why raising twins was a handful, and she was doing this alone when he was shooting movies. God, he needed to make it up to her, "Say, uh, Cece,"

"Hmm..."

"How can I make it up to ya?" Elvis asked as she laughed, "Well, I'd like some husband and wife time," Elvis laughed with her as he kissed her forehead, 

"So, a date night?" 

"Mhmm..."

"Say 7 pm tonight. Meet me downstairs?"

"Who's going to watch the twins..."She mumbled,

"The boys could."

"Elvis, remember what happened the last time the mob watched the twins." Elvis laughed, rubbing the back of his head, 

"Alright, fine. What about Jerry or, even better, Midge?"

"Midge is out of town with her wife Cheryl, but I trust Jerry," Cecelia agreed as Elvis laughed, 

"Why only Jerry?"

"Cause he doesn't let the twins chase each other with sparklers." 

"You got a point." Elvis laughed, kissing her forehead as he walked to their shared bathroom, "Say...Wanna make up for lost time?" Elvis asked as Cecelia looked up at him, "In the shower?" his eyebrow quirked up, and his smirk plastered on his face as she blushed, "Oh... The shower, " Cecelia blushed as Elvis took her by the hand, "Or would you prefer the tub?"

"Which gives you the better angles..." 

"Tub it is."

It was now a quarter to seven, and Cecelia was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She wanted to wow Elvis. Here she was wearing pink hot pants, a white blouse, and gogo boots. 

"You look pretty mama." Elaine smiled as Cecelia kissed her on the cheek, 

"Thank you, pumpkin."

"Where'ya going mommy..." Jessie asked, a pout on his face, 

"Well, I'm going out with your daddy," She giggled at the phrase,

"What about us?"

"Well, you'll be here with uncle-" The downstairs door creaked open as a voice boomed from downstairs, 

"WHERE'S MY GOD NIECE AND NEPHEW!"

"UNCLE JERRY!!!" Cecelia laughed as she got her purse and sprayed her perfume on. She was finally ready to head out for her date. 

"Lainie, Jess!" Jerry picked them both up as he smiled, "My favorite twins!" 

"We're the only twins, you know, Uncle Jerry!" The two laughed as Elvis shook his head. They were his pride and joy given to him by the most wonderful wife. 

"Hey. E don't look now, but there's an angel in your house." Jerry whispered as he saw the love-drunk look in his blue eyes, 

"How do I look?" Cecelia asked as Elvis was speechless,

"I-I- uh, Gorgeous." Elvis took her by the hand and kissed it, "Love the pants..."

"Love the scarf..." Cecelia pulled at it a little as she kissed him,

"EW!" The kids giggled as Jerry joined in, "Will you two love birds go!" 

"Okay, but remember Jessie gets hyper on sugar, and Elaine is only allowed one scoop of -"

"Ice cream before bed, I know, C," 

"And if you need us..."

"Cece, Jerry'll be fine." Elvis kissed her cheek. The two walk outside. It was still a little light outside. Fans gathered at the gates, and Cecelia already had her arms wrapped around Elvis, 

"I know he'll be fine. It's just mama's worry, you know." She shrugged as he laughed, "Papa's worry too. " he kissed her nose, walking toward the garage. Elvis scanned the room for what car? He wanted to take until he saw one of his motorcycles. There was a summer breeze, and he wanted to impress Cecelia. After all, they did start off on the wrong foot this morning. 

"Your uh carriage." He gestured as she got on with him,

"Groovy, as the kids say." Cecelia chuckled,

"Hold on tight, okay, darlin,"

"Of course," Starting up the motorcycle, they zoomed out the garage, down the gates waving at fans, and onto the Memphis streets. 

"Anywhere you wanna go?" Elvis asked,

"Wherever the wind takes us." She held onto him tighter, taking in his brutish scent and shampoo. Cecelia felt young again. 

"Mmm... What about memory lane?" 

"Memory lane?" 

"Yeah," Elvis smiled, the two racing like a speeding bullet. Their first stop was Audobon, and Cecelia could feel her heart pounding as if she were twenty again, holding pies, cakes, and potato casserole. 

"You know I haven't been back..."

"Since you moved, I know. It pained you when they kicked you all out, which was cruel." Cecelia held his hand, 

"But I remember when I met your parents." 

"You were so nervous, but my mama loved you," He chuckled, "I'm still envious of your bedroom..." she joked as Elvis laughed, 

"I don't think we paid much attention to it." He laughed,

"Between Bible scriptures and making out, I remember it well." she smiled as he helped her back on the bike. The stars were now out, and Memphis felt like a dream. They had passed Sun Records, and now they were at Russwood Park. 

"Still wished you'd seen the whole show." Elvis laughed, 

"I did, aside from climbing the fence and breaking my heel." Cecelia laughed as Elvis joined her, "Might I say, black is your color, 'cause..." She bit her lip as Elvis nudged her,

"Cause what, honey," 

"You look sexy and mysterious." She kissed his cheek.

"I'll keep that in mind," He blushed as Cecelia kissed the corners of his lips. They stayed in each other's arms for a little while until their stomachs started to grumble, 

"You hungry?" 

"I could eat." 

Sitting in a booth in a diner on Beale were Cecelia and Elvis. On their table were fries, a burger, two sodas, and a strawberry milkshake. It was almost like it was 1956 again. Sipping her orange Fanta, her eyes wouldn't leave Elvis's. Cecelia was still mesmerized by her husband, scooting her hand closer, her engagement ring bumping into one of the rings on his finger, interlocking their hands together as she giggled like a schoolgirl, 

"I love you, you know that, right?"

"I know you do, Elvis," She kissed his knuckles.

"Today really scared me." He sighed, taking a deep breath, "I don't want us to fight like that again. I don't ever think we should go to bed mad at each other either," looking deep into her eyes as she agreed, "We're a team El, we just gotta remember that, I don't want to be your enemy," 

"Then how can I make things better?" 

"When you're away, check in on us..." 

"No, I'll do you one better." He squeezed her hand, "I want y'all with me," He smiled, "I don't want to miss anything in their lives. I don't want to miss you either." He smiled. Cecelia gasped, leaning in to kiss him as she felt something cold spill into her lap, 

"Shit not again..."

"Elvis!" She chuckled,

"Seems it's tradition." He shrugged,

"Alright, did everyone take baths!" Jerry asked as Elaine and Jessie nodded, "Pj's are on," he smiled, "Teeth are brushed?" Elaine nodded as Jessie shook his head. Jerry playfully sighed, "Then, no ice cream for you." Jessie ran upstairs to brush his teeth as Jerry smiled. He didn't have kids of his own, but he and Rosa had thought about it some tune. Of course, it would be a bit hard on her. Considering she still wanted to sing and act, they'd cross that bridge when they got there. 

"Uncle Jerry..."

"Yes, Memphis," sitting at her level. 

"I don't think Mommy and Daddy are in love anymore." Elaine sighed,

"Whys that."

"Well, today they were arguing, and they both said mean things, and mommy was crying," 

"Adults do that sometimes, but they love each other, I promise." Jerry smiled, ruffling up her hair, 

"How do you know!" Jerry could hear the engine outside revving up as he took her to the window and showed her parents laughing and carrying on with each other. 

"So, wait, wait, The Colonel then said you should just do movies for the rest of your life?" Cecelia laughed, "Every day, that man proves why you should've signed under my mother." She huffed, 

"I know, I know, but now he's thinkin a Christmas Special for next year, and..." Cecelia looked at him, 

"You don't sound sure about it, baby..."

"Cause I'm not. I mean, I'll be performin again, but..."

"You feel like you're being told how to."

"Yeah..." He sighed, the two walking into the house, little arms wrapped around his leg, "What're you doing up, little biscuit?"

"Didn't wanna sleep without you saying good night..." her hand wrapped around his pinkie as his heart melted, "Alright baby, up on Daddy's back!" He laughed as Jessie tackled him from up the stairs, 

"How're things with you and Rosa," Cecelia asked as Jerry laughed,

"Well, she's droppin' hints about marriage, but..."

"You don't think she's ready," Cecelia asked,

"Not really. I mean, she's got wanderin' eyes and-" 

"Who's got wanderin' eyes?" Elvis interrupted

"Rosa."

"Thought she was engaged to Scotty..."

"They broke it off 'cause he was broke," Cecelia mentioned," Rosa is a good girl, she just, she's well..."

"A lot," Elvis smirked, 

"Just take your time with her," Cecelia added as Jerry nodded, "Well, goodnight, y'all two. And no more arguing." He winked at Elaine, who was at the steps.

"How'd you know." They both said. As they turned around and saw Elaine giggling, 

"Little biscuit!"

"Hmmm!" 

"Mama!" Jessie called as Cecelia sighed, running toward his voice, "You tuck Elaine in, and I'll handle Jessie." After their parenting duties were done, the two met in their shared bedroom, exhausted and cuddling each other, until the phone rang. 

"Hello... Who's this..."

"Oh yes, you..." 

"Elvis, it's the pain in my ass on the phone." Cecelia chuckled as Elvis nearly spit out his water laughing, 

[elvisabutler]

the professor presley series masterlist

note: the fics in this are essentially in order in their timeline. if you see something move it's because i wrote something that displaced it in the timeline. the first three fics though? those don't move and should be read to understand a lot of things. all things below the cut because this got a little long.

the fics:

should have worshipped her sooner ( rated t ) my heart's already sinned ( rated m ) i've had no love like your love ( rated m ) lover, be good to me ( rated t, first night in graceland fic ) where you hold me tight ( rated t, movie watching fic ) calm ( rated t ) my heart is thrilled by the still of your hand ( rated m, valentine's fic ) a love supreme feels far removed ( rated m, belle sub drop fic ) i can shout louder than any voice ( rated t ) tender loving care ( rated t ) no other version of me i would rather be tonight ( rated t. belle graduation bbq while pregnant with the twins ) and lord she found me just in time ( rated g/t, epilogue for main fic set) soak up the sun ( rated t ) your love was unmoved ( rated t )

the headcanons:

number of kids domestic shower/bathing routine in reference to their four kids and how elvis never thought he could give her a single kid how well does belle deal with pregnancy when does belle move into graceland people talking shit about elvis and him dying and belle not taking it well belle's first night staying over at graceland genders and names of their four kids. what professor presley does when he can't sleep. hint: it's being adorable with his kids

[thetaoofzoe]

If I told you these were two different films, would you believe me?

[imasexypotato]

PART 2 OF MoTA TWINS AU:

Elvis and Gale stare at each other for what feels like hours.

Gale can't wrap his head around what his eyes are seeing. How is this even possible? This...this doppelganger in front of him can't be real.

And yet.

"Who..." He begins to say as the man before him says the same.

"Who are you?" The dark haired man says in turn.

Gale squints as he watches him. He had a thick southern drawl when he spoke. But apart from that....his voice was quite similar to his own.

"My name is Major Gale Cleven, and you are?" He replies immediately.

The man in front of him straightens up. "Major Elvis Presley, it's...uh...nice to meet you?" He sounds doubtful.

Gale watches him for a moment. He lets down his guard a little. He takes a step closer. Slowly. The way a trained professional would approach a wild beast, trying not to spook it away.

"I thought the others were just messing with me, telling me I had a long lost brother somewhere on base..." A look of recognition crosses the man's eyes. Gale sighs and nods.

"They've been telling you too, right?" The man nods dumbly. Gale smiles. "And you thought they were joking?" He asks. The man nods again.

"Thought they were just messing with me, 'cause I'm new..." he mumbles. Gale can't help but chuckle.

"Can't blame you. They tend to mess around. And, it's kinda hard to believe..." Gale doesn't quite know how to put it into words. This whole situation sounds like something dropped straight out of a found family movie.

"...That you have a long lost twin that you thought was dead, only to find out he was well and living all this time?" Elvis blurts out suddenly.

Gale can't help but frown. Dead? "I...look, I don't know how...I didn't even know...how are we even....?" Gale can't get his thoughts in order. It just doesn't make sense. He looks up at Elvis.

"Dead, huh?" Is the only thing that leaves his mouth. Elvis frowns.

"Mama told me you died before you were even born. I never doubted her. Had no reason to think she'd be lying." He says honestly. Gale nods. And then he shakes his head. It's all confusing.

"My parents never even told me I was...they didn't tell me I was adopted. I had no idea I had a whole other family. A sibling. A brother..." He sighs out.

"A twin brother at that..." He looks up at Elvis, he looks nervous, like he's afraid of what Gale's reaction might be. Like he'd be anything but happy. Gale smiles gently.

"I mean, look at you! You look just like me." That statement snaps Elvis out of his skittish stance. An indescribable look crosses his face.

"More like you look just like me!… except for the...hair." He looks at Gale's head for a moment and then tilts his own to the side.

"How the hell are you a blonde? Mama and Daddy both have dark hair, and look at me, hair as black as ink. But you, your hair looks as yellow as the sun kissed hay fields near our old house." He stares at gale in wonder.

"My mother was a blonde. So I just assumed I took after her. I guess that was wrong. They must've picked me cause I looked like them." He said softly.

"I can't believe they never told you, that you were adopted." Elvis scoffed. Gale gives him a pointed look.

"I can't believe your mother told you I was dead." He says with a deadpan tone. That makes Elvis stop for a moment.

"Our mother" He says with a pause of consideration.

Gale shakes his head and looks at him with a glint of annoyance. "What kind of a mother throws one kid to the side, and then lies about it to the other?" He says casually. Elvis freezes. He seems to retreat into his own mind for a moment.

"Look, I know it sounds bad, but I'm sure Mama had a good reason to...she had to have known something. There's no way she'd have given you up. Not for all the money in the world." Gale finds that hard to believe.

He has so many questions, and he can tell Elvis has the same. He thinks for a moment. What do you say to your new twin brother?

"So, who's older? You or me?" Elvis perks up at the question. "You, I suppose. Mama said you where dead before I came along..." He frowns as he starts to spiral into his own thoughts again. Gale grins.

"Thought as much, I always new I'd be an older brother, a role model to look up too." He says teasingly. Elvis scoffed.

"Older by a few minutes only!" He says indignantly. Gale can't help but smile. "Still older, though." He teases.

"You may be older, but you're also shorter." He bites back. Gale's takes him in for a moment and realises he's right. He's a few inches shorter than Elvis. He glares for a moment and Elvis glares right back.

After a moment of silence, they both burst out into laughter.

"Man, there's so much I wanna say to you, I don't know where to start." He confesses. Elvis shrugs and looks up at the sky. Gale notices that his eyes are a little wetter and shinier than before. He doesn't mention it.

"From the beginning, I guess." He replies after a while.

They stare at eachother for another moment, still processing their situation. Gale nods.

"Alright then. Walk with me. What do you wanna know?" Gale asks. Elvis walks next to him as they stroll back to the barracks.

"Tell me where you grew up! Tell me about how you grew up, I wanna know everything." Elvis beams. Gale nods.

"Well, it wasn't a great childhood, but I'll tell you anyway, you alright with that?" He asks, just to make sure. Elvis nods once more. Gale concedes.

"Where to start, let's see. I grew up in south Dakota, thought I was born there, but I guess not." He starts as he looks at his brother. Elvis nods along as they walk.

"We never moved from there, father has a decent job and my mother...." He starts to talk about his past. Elvis quips in every once in a while.

They walk and talk and get to know eachother a little better. They're so lost in conversation, they don't notice the people around them. Whispers and smiles. People running around to spread the news.

The two brothers had finally met.

By the time they get back to the barracks, they're laughing at embarrassing childhood stories they can remember.

"How the hell did you get your head stuck in the fence?" Gale asks as he chuckles at his brother's wild boyhood retellings. Elvis simply shrugs and laughs.

"I couldn't tell you if I tried, one second I'm running down the side of the hill and the next thing you know, boom! Head in the fence." He says. Gale laughs once more, the image of a young boy coming into his mind.

"Now that makes no sense, I mean-" before he can continue, a loud noise can be heard by the entrance to the barracks. They both turn at the same time, to see what all the commotion is.

At the door, Gale can see John, Curt, Crosby, bubbles, Rosie, and a few others watching them with wide smiles. Gale shakes his head.

"Don't say it Bucky." Gale warns him as he watches John open his mouth. John hesitates for a moment, then grins.

"I told you so." He replies.

Gale looks up at Elvis, who's grinning down at him. He shakes his head once more. The others start to swarm them. Asking questions, poking and prodding for answers.

There'll be time for that, Gale is sure. He watches as the others tease Elvis, pulling him into the barracks. He watches them leave and chuckles. He turns to the side and sees John watching him.

He tilts his head to the side, questioningly. John simply shakes his head and winks. Gale feels his face warm up as John gets closer and wraps his arm around his shoulder. He leans in to whisper in his ear.

"I told you you had a twin, you think I'd lie to you?" He says softly against the shell of his ear. Gale closes his eyes for a moment.

"You've been known to tease, and tell a little white lie." He answers. John smiles and pulls him closer.

"Have a little faith, Buck." He says as they walk to their quarters. Gale sighs and smiles.

"Don't count on it."

[mihai-florescu]

UNDEAD Highschool Host Club with our beautiful beatuiful cast of hosts:

Destruction Road; the clumsy-ish biker badboy with a soft side about himself that he tries to conceal but fails and he's also quite the dreamer

Gate of the Abyss; the brooding mysterious hottie who will captivate you with the elegant charms so well needed in a host. Might even have a little bit of a sadistic side about him.

Immoral World and Nightless World; they're identical twins who's acts complement each other. Immoral World is charming and elegantly refined in his ways to make you believe you're the center of his affections, while Nightless world might be a little less elegant and refined and a tad more agressive but most certainly not less charming. They both seem to posess an inherent scaryness the kind of which that humans strangely seem to find very attractive.

Perfectly-Imperfect; the name speaks for itself. Initially he didn't want to be here but felt he had to obliege out of some debt (he is somewhat of a pushover but that is, to a some extent, part of the charm). His character arc revolves around learning how to stand up for himself instead of letting people trample over him and accepting his imperfections as part of himself of which he needn't be ashamed of.

U.S.A; he want's to be american so bad he dresses like they did in the old hollywood movies from the 50s and is always seen with some american-esque beverage in his hand. He can be seen randomly sprinkling american english slang terms into his vocabulary, something which people seem to find very endearing. He is a surfer and his favourite musician is Elvis Presley. (Could also be an exchange student but that bit is optional. Personally I prefer the earnest appreciation for the US' cultual output in a way that could mirror the way western weeaboos would like to be japanese so badly a) funnier and b) more endearing and interesting)

And last but certainly not least! The leader of the host club: Valentine Eve's Nightmare! He's like if Rei Sakuma during the War Era really was just Like That. If all of Reis coolness and charms were condensed into one person. This man exhudes Unbelievable levels of charm. Time flies when you look in his eyes and your wallet will magically empty to spend just a few more seconds with this enticing individual yet instead of feeling dejected and disappointed in yourself afterwards you feel fulfilled instead and can't anticipate your next visit enough. he's like a drug I know this approaches levels of parody but it's really giving that energy reading the lyrics.

I was thinking of a way to include death game holic in this concept too because,,, interesting concept right but it didn't seem to fit into a host club setting. Honey Milk To Taste was also a runner up opponent but I feel like he'd fit better into the butler café from across the street (Works well as an optional eighth member route though).

Sometimes there are ideas in my head that aren't even all that bad and enstars should do this for the next april fools event,,,i think maybe,,,

Could you draw the Undead Songs Host Club please this is too good... Why are enstars song ocs not a thing already actually. I know i said it before but your mind is really wonderful. Im genuinely going to think about these guys all night, trying to decide who my favorite is rn... I think Perfectly Imperfect, and I'd also definitely want to talk to USA. If you make more please share

[average-guy-reviews]

What if......Elvis?

(A year ago, I had just seen my second viewing of the Elvis movie. These were my thoughts at the time)

Once in a while a star comes along whose flame burns brightly enough to brighten the lives of the people they see. Their impact is huge but is often short-lived. Once in a generation there comes a brighter star. Someone whose light burns strongly enough to leave a semi-permanent mark on the world.

Then, even more rarely, there comes a star who rises like a phoenix to leave an indelible, and permanent, mark on everyone. They become a part of the ongoing, cultural zeitgeist of the world. These very rare few are not once a generation, or even once a lifetime. They are one offs, unique individuals the likes of which will never be emulated, people whose talents, and impacts, cannot be replicated.

Elvis is one of these talents. A truly unique star that came from nowhere, with a talent unlike any seen before, he rose to heights of fame that are almost impossible to reach. For sure there were dips in his career, and he faced prison for the way he performed, but he overcame these barriers and continued his journey to becoming one of the most famous people in history. He provided the world with stunning performances, and music that has lasted, and will continue to last for as long as there are people. I firmly believe they’ll still be playing his music in 2 or 300 years, and there aren’t many artists I can think of to say that about.

I came out of my second viewing of the movie tonight and my heart was even heavier than the first time, more tears moistening my cheeks. The tragedies of his life struck me harder this time, maybe because I was expecting them so my mind knew what was coming. But as I was walking out an old thought resurfaced. Elvis had a brother, Jesse. A twin that died at birth and it’s almost like the soul of his brother became a part of him, increasing his talent exponentially.

My thought is this: What would have happened if Jesse hadn’t died? Would Elvis still have been a musician? Would the two of them have performed together? The possibilities of that have run through my mind a lot over the years. Obviously we can never know, but it leads to further thoughts. Was Elvis’ journey through music a way to fill a hole left in his heart by the loss of a brother he could never know? How much of the love he felt from the audiences at his shows, and the fans he met, might it have taken to fill that hole?

He lived a life of extreme highs and lows, and he had happiness and sadness in spades. If Jesse had lived would Elvis have needed that rush from the fans? Would he have been happier living a simple life as one half of a whole with his twin, and if they had become performers together how different would it have been? We cannot, and will never be able to, know the answers to any of these questions, but one of the most famous people ever will always have people asking about his life.

He has been part of my life for as long as I have been alive and I will always be grateful for the joy he has brought me through his music, and his movies. I am extremely grateful to have been able to watch the new movie, despite the tears it caused, because it allowed me to see a side of his story of which I was not fully aware. Was Elvis Aaron Presley perfect? No, he absolutely was not. Was his music universally loved? Of course not, for some people it was just too cheesy, or cloying, for them to fully enjoy, but that’s okay.

Perfectly perfect people very rarely make truly lasting impacts. It is the flaws and differences of those that do that make them stand out to everyone else. Elvis had flaws, and he was different, but he made a huge and, mostly, positive impact on the world, and for that I say simply.......Thank you, King, for everything.

[ab4eva]

Celebrations Masterlist

1k Follower Celebration Blurbs

• Austin Butler: 18+ only “I love it when you talk dirty.”

• Elvis Presley: “Did I stutter?”

• Austin Butler: “I don’t hate you.”

• Elvis Presley: “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

• Austin Butler: “Say you want me, and I’m yours.”

• Elvis Presley: “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

• Austin Butler: “Is that what you call an apology?”

• Austin Butler: 18+ only “Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.”

• Austin Butler & Elvis Presley interact

• Elvis Presley: “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

• Elvis Presley: “Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

More to be added…

500 Follower Celebration Blurbs & Headcanons

One word drabble asks for Austin Butler or Elvis Presley

• Elvis & Intensity

• Elvis & Comfy

• Austin & Disneyland

• Austin & Truck

• Elvis & Tough

• Austin & Hug

• Elvis & Chocolate

• Austin & Infatuated

Headcanons for Austin Butler & Elvis Presley

• Austin As The Cutest Twin Girl Dad

• Domestic 60’s Era Movie Elvis

[bwnnigirly]

name: Sher

Age: 15

Pronouns: she/her

Sign: Aries!

Personality: ISFP-T

Language: Spanish (native Argentine) and English (currently practicing)

Girlblogger and an angel 🦢

Things I like ♡

Music: Elvis Presley, Lana del rey (mother), Twin tribes, Deftones, Frank Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra, Louis Amstrong, Solya, Sophie Woodhouse, Anti-honey, the beatles, The little dippers, Rammstein, Jimmy Dorsey, Lamp, Ramones, Depeche mode, A-ha, etc.

Favorite series: Lord of the Rings, Rings of Power – The Mentalist – Glimore Girls – The Nanny

Favorite movies: Priscilla (2023), Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Hunger Games (all movies), Alice in Wonderland, Scream (I love it), The virgin suicides, Cry Baby, dancers (1987), Candy (1976)

Idols: Ewa Aulin, Lana del rey, Priscilla Presley, Kate Moss, Malina Weissman, Audrey Hepburn, Brooke Shields

Favorite animal: Swans and cats

Favorite color: Baby pink, cream beige and cherry red

Favorite season of the year: Spring<3

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