#elvis questions

[beggars-opera]

The gay part was being invited to do a photoshoot in the bathroom with him Alfred, do try to keep up

[undaughtered]

baz luhrmann is directing a movie about joan of arc

[psycheetamore]

Our main man Austin Butler is so versatile. He can wear everything. There is one particular outfit that has got my mind going more than any other (and I am ashamed to say it is not the loin cloth...) ... I am keen to learn your preferences...

Which

And nooooo... all of the above is not a choice...

[joons]

okay no wait, I'm so curious your thoughts on the elvis mythology! I'm trying to think of an example haha. anyway, thank you for that food for thought. your takes on elvis are so interesting and kind of a different perspective than I normally see

Thank you! That means a lot because I do love going into his psychology and thinking about how he thought about things. And I love being able to engage with Elvis stuff from all different angles!

I can think of a few - like there will be people who were close to him who make such absolute statements about him: he refused to wear blue jeans, he hated eating fish, he loved eating peanut butter/banana/bacon sandwiches, he was afraid of germs, he wouldn't sleep with women who were mothers. But not all of those are true for him 100% of the time, or they seem to be big outliers where no one else has reported anything like that. And as you read more, you can see moments where he behaves differently than these big eccentricities that people pin on him, and you have to think about why that might be. You pick up little clues that you can put together to figure out what he meant. Did he have an almost pathological dislike of blue jeans because they reminded him of his childhood poverty, or did he just tell one of his band members that because he had made a brusque joke about the guy wearing blue jeans in front of a bunch of people and wanted to find a way to apologize without apologizing? Was he covering up behavior he was ashamed of, or was he revealing the real shame that drove him to look his best and make sure his entourage looked their best too? Did he actually have an aversion to women after they had given birth (unlikely, since he had relationships with several mothers), or did he want to give Priscilla a reason for avoiding her that she couldn't work around, knowing that she always went overboard trying to change herself to get his attention and getting rid of things she thought were coming between them (his spiritual books/Larry Geller/etc.)? Was this just one of a long line of excuses he made for not truly being in love with her and not wanting to try anymore? Did he actually eat the same sandwich every day, or did he just make a big deal about it one time because it was Lisa's birthday and he wanted to fly her somewhere special? And the other stuff he did eat every day, did he do it because it was one of the few things in his life he had control over, and could extract comfort from, or did he do it because, as he told Larry, he wanted to make himself sick of it so that it would no longer be a temptation? And how much of these conversations are either hearsay or someone putting words in his mouth to absolve themselves of something that bothered them?

The long and short of it is that people have sometimes reported things he said or did without any surrounding context, or it gets stripped away when it's reported elsewhere, and we are left with these moments that don't make sense or tell us anything about him unless we see how he dealt with them throughout his life, around different people, and see him as a whole person and not the Elvis Image that he tended to embrace when it suited him and resent when it hurt him. A really great moment that I think shows how Elvis tended to approach things is reported by Steve Binder, where he said Parker was telling Elvis absolutely not to do something, and Steve felt like Elvis just kind of shut down and mumbled "yes" until Parker left, and then Elvis' eyes flashed and he turned to Steve and said, "Fuck him," and did what he wanted to do. He was a people pleaser! A huge one! He valued loyalty above honesty. He was willing to lie to people he cared about if he felt that it would avoid a confrontation, and sometimes that tipped into a selfish "I want to do things my way," and sometimes that tipped into a selfless "I want them to have everything I can give them." And he waffled between those extremes because of his own low self-esteem and loneliness. I'm! Screaming! About this! At all times! He is an unreliable narrator, he's such a bubble of emotions that pops with the slightly scratch, he's so complex that you are not sure if he wants the bubble to be an opaque shield or a transparent boundary that you can slip through. He was testing people all the time to know if he could trust them with his heart without expecting him to be the Elvis Image, telling them things that were an invitation and a challenge and an insult and a declaration of love all at once, and so much of the problem we deal with now is that people are still completely uninterested in these depths. I???? Love him??? And the things he can help us learn about ourselves??? Just by trying to see him as he really was????

I don't know, I just get very overwhelmed!!!!

[vintageshanny]

As much as I love Elvis’ belts, especially those chains that jangle against his cute butt, seeing Elvis in a jumpsuit with no belt always makes me feel some kind of way. I love seeing all the contours of his beautiful body. I hope he knows that there isn’t a single moment where I don’t find him absolutely stunning, exquisite, handsome, sexy, beautiful…❤️

[reality-detective]

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I have known this 👆 for a very long time... Elvis/Bob Joyce IS still alive. In fact there are many more who you be-LIE-ve have died that are still alive. 🤔

[hooked-on-elvis]

Diana Goodman and the first jewelry piece Elvis gifted her with (1975), a sapphire and diamond ring, to which her first reaction was to ask him: "Is that real?"

Credits: screenshot from Youtube channel "Those Elvis Girls." I recommend you to WATCH the full video interview on "Elvis Presley and Diana Goodman: A Southern Belle's Love Story"... there's many good stories and details on Diana's time with Elvis. She's such a lovely lady! To watch the video, click HERE.

I had already read Diana's brief love affair story with Elvis prior to watching this video interview and I have SO MUCH to say about it, but I had never saw the actual ring and had to share it because that story just broke me down laughing (sorry about the poor quality in the photos guys).

Diana said Elvis was SO OFFENDED with her question! I can't stop imagining the inflection in his voice like it was in the 50s… You know in the movie "Loving You" (1957) when Deke Rivers was gifted with a shirt and he says "For me?" in that cute little high-pitched tone it's so adorable? Yeah, I paint that scene from Diana's story like that in my mind… the surprise in Elvis' voice to think Diana would even consider him giving her fake jewelry. Like, wide-eyes Elvis staring at her: "Are you serious?" Anyway, that's one of the little details that make Elvis gifting people stories adorable!

[fatmagic]

[jhoneybees]

Contentment

I was listening to 'Crying in the Chapel' and thought about this specific scenario and decided to write it, a little deeper than my other fics but uhm like many others we get confused about things(in a religious way) it's not sad or depressing just a little pleasant blurb :) Also if there's anything that might be crossing some lines in this one, please let me know! The last thing I want is to disrespect any religion.

Enjoy it!

Warnings/triggers: Christianity, mentions of religion, religion

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The creaking sounds of the chapel doors opening, you peek your head inside at a sight that one would find in a painting. A statue of Christ tied to a wooden cross that sits centred with tall stained glass windows behind allowing the beams of sunlight to cascade through, illuminating the light in various colours, reflecting on little trinkets that are placed beside the crucial statue and a human-like shape being Elvis on the floor in front of the remembrance, only getting to see the back of him.

Taking small quiet steps inside, you make sure to close the doors. Silently kneeling beside him, your eyes trailing to the wooden cross, taking slow breaths as you admire the details. The crown that grips onto the man's head with it's thorns and the white cloth wrapping around below his torso.

Clutching the fabric of your dress in your hands, you hum just above a whisper. Turning your head to see Elvis' eyes closed and both his hands clasped together. Muttering words of pray, another breath escapes through your slightly parted lips as you inspect his details. Brunette gelled hair glistening in the light and specks of dust floating in the air, the shining from the window behind outlining his face from the start of his forehead to the end of his chin. His plump, soft-looking pink lips joining and separating as he whispers and his eyelashes that rest dreamily upon the apples of his cheeks.

Finishing his words, Elvis' blue eyes that hold the entire ocean in just two orbs flutter open. Sighing, he turns his head and jumps slightly in surprise “Oh! Ya scared me sweetheart” he laughs, the laughter that holds the memory of whistling wind, the crashing of waves, the tweets of birds and the ominous hollow bellow of white noise coming from the highest of mountains. You smile softly, lowering your head as you let out a giggle. Doing the same, Elvis' mouth curls at one side. “You know…I remember when me and mama would come here every Sunday when I was little” his soft, smooth, southern accent rolling off his tongue. Grinning as he picks at the lint on his slacks. “Singin’ and cheerin’...” remembering his nostalgia. Your eyes trailing up to his beautifully sculpted face. He blinks “M-my mama always talked about him ever since I was born but… I feel like I searched and searched as a lost man for years and one day finally found peace of mind…here” he states and emphasises the word ‘here’ by tapping the floor with a finger.

Nodding as you listen, you watch his face. Lifting his eyes up to look up at you. He gives you a soft smile, shifting his posture slightly, he gestures for you to come closer. His arm warmly wrapping your back and his large hand pressuring your waist. You lean your head on his shoulder, he contently sighs and leans his head on top of yours.

“Lucky ya didn't see me crying in the chapel” the both of you erupt in quiet laughter.

[loving-elvis]

Elvis Movie Ask Game

Rules: post a gif from each of your 5 favorite Elvis movies! 🎬

Oh gosh, Anon, hello! 💖⚡️

I could have used all Vince, but I tried to add some variety for you 🤭

[world-of-sunit]

So you're an earth cheskel, right? Are there any differences between them and sunit checkers? Or just what planet you're on?

[austinslounge]

Austin answers a fan's question regarding Elvis and segregation in the south during the time period that Elvis grew up | Elvis Q&A (Interview w/Vladimir Duthiers)

I loved the delicate yet introspective way in which Austin answered this question. 😊

In case anyone is curious about the childhood friend Austin is referring to in this interview, here is video footage of Baz talking to the gentleman, Sam Bell.

"Not a racist bone in his body....I can attest to that... He wouldn't know how to mistreat somebody. He wouldn't do that, no." - Sam Bell (Elvis' Childhood Friend)

Sadly, he passed away in 2021 😔 Obituary | Mr. Samuel Bell, Jr. of Tupelo, Mississippi | Grayson-Porter's Mortuary (grayson-porters.com)

[dancingafterdark]

saw there was a bit of a trend on here of drawing this fucking loser in the artist’s clothing, and...well, i’m nothing if not fashion-ably late! (kill me) — i like to headcanon him as having some kind of funky lichtenburg scars due to his powers ⚡

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[cherrryblosssoming]

im not what you think i am

[ginalinettiofficial]

played the game ok boomer at my family party today, ended up explaining to a room of ~20 of my relatives what fanfiction is so they could understand the question, “in fanfiction, what does AU stand for?”. and then the card’s definition of “AU” was wrong so i also had to get into the concept of “canon”.

can u believe. in front of my whole family. a room full of people, aged 3 to 80. all staring at me intently as i explain the difference between an alternate universe and canon divergence. at one point my mom was like “daina i think we get it” and a cousin and two aunts were like “wait no we’re interested please continue” and i had to say to my own mother in front of god and my i am kenough sweatshirt “sorry but unlike you the rest of them DON’T have to listen to me talk about fanfiction on the regular”. my uncle is a retired judge. my one cousin worked for the federal government in a job that was so classified that for years he literally couldn’t legally tell us about ANYTHING he was working on. and today those men sat and patiently listened to me define “coffee shop AU”.

also, not one, not two, but THREE of the answers for the young folks, i knew solely because they were either plot points on stranger things or they were things i found out whilst reading stranger things fanfics. and then i was the only person in our age bracket (10 people, ranging from ages 9 to 42) that knew who anne rice was, and had to explain yet again that the reason i had this knowledge was because… fanfic.

it was surreal. also my aunt, aged 68, may or may not begin attempting to read fanfic now because, according to her, “there are so many stories where there are these small side characters and i’d just KILL to hear their backstory or like what was going through their minds during the main action!” i’m very happy for her. today was wild.

[reality-detective]