#my favorite Elvis song

[greeneyezblackheart]

6. The song with the highest play count on your iTunes/iPod/mp3 player.

It said 139 total number of plays, but I’m sure that’s not accurate. I’m thinking it should be higher. 🤷🏻‍♀️

365 Day Music Challenge

[confessionbrain-writings]

Blessing your Saturday with my one of my favorite Elvis looks and song.

[dreamingofep]

Just finished Jerry’s book and I am sobbing so hard right now😭 The love he has for Elvis just melts my heart. He was such a good friend and that last chapter absolutely killed me. The last line really did it for me.

Thank you doesn’t even cover it 😭 Excuse me while I cry alone about these two.

[hooked-on-elvis]

ELVIS SINGS "YESTERDAY" BY THE BEATLES ✨

Outtake "Elvis: That's The Way It Is" (1970)

Source (watch more footage here): Oleksandr Grygoruk Youtube Channel

[earthbaby-angelboy]

hi everyone.

it’s with the deepest fucking pain in my soul that i have to announce my daddy, vinnie, passed away earlier today.

anyone who has been on this page for a while knows the struggle my family as been through, and the apparent love i’ve always had for my dad.

he was the person that got me into elvis, and the person who was held me up through the worst moments in my life.

just yesterday i saw him, and we were talking and laughing about my future. and he kept assuring me: “we’ll all be okay.” he seemed eerily calm, but didn’t give a single inkling that he’d shortly be leaving this earth. (here’s a photo from yesterday.)

daddy. i know you can read my heart, so i’ll keep this short and sweet. thank you for doing things your way.

-through all my pain, calla.

@kiankiwi @mooodyblue @arianatheangel-girl @hooked-on-elvis @lookingforrainbows

[lllsaslll]

Sang you the song that I heard up above,

And you kept me alive with your sweet flowing love

[stephstars08]

Elvis Presley is my comfort artist!

[no-mercy-bby]

What Elvis song makes you think of Peter Maximoff?

[septembersghost]

besties, look what i snagged today, it's SO...🥺🥰🥹 full of details and beautiful.

Elvis' travels were far flung and wild, full of unexpected success and unimagined loss. In a journey like his, coming home is not a reprieve. Home is not a sanctuary. It's a proving ground where your essence is interrogated. What you really love, who you really are, what you want your life to mean. Home is risk, it threatens, it promises. And sometimes, like Memphis in 1969, it rewards. After revisiting the spirit of home, Elvis had a victory he could reflect upon, a confirmation that he was capable of more, a knowledge of the fire burning inside us all that we call hope.

[cnarabicfr]

افضل 10 اغاني كرتونية في كرتون نتورك

[lewishamiltonstuff]

🎶✨️when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (negotiable, but positivity is cool)🎶✨️

tagged by @lewishamil10n thank u so much!!

Here's my depressing list:

Heather - Conan Gray

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

As the World Caves In - Matt Maltese (Cover by Sarah Cothran)

Can't Help Falling In Love With You - Elvis

Hopelessly Devoted to You - Olivia Newton John

[commic-jester]

god. thinking about music again.

thinking about how as far back as written history goes there has been music. thinkin abt how humanity has always created music. how music has been a cultural staple in almost every culture and religion. thinking about how some cultures use it to tell stories. some use it to worship. even if you’re not religious music still brings people together in ways words can’t. how a 90 year old ballerina with dementia can remember every step of her favorite routine just by hearing the song. how a 100 year old guitarist can remember the exact placement of his hands and play it exactly like he did in the 50s for the woman he loved. how kids now are writing songs to vent their frustrations with the world. how so many movies stress the importance of music in the world and that the absence of it is dark and dreary. how in stranger things music can literally save lives. thinking about people going on road trips and belting their favorite songs. thinking about old couples dancing in the living room to the record player. just. fuck music is so so so so important and always has been and always will be and if we neglect music or let it become another victim to capitalism it’s over because that has never been the fucking point you cannot take such a core piece of humanity and turn it into a profit!!!!

[wtfaustin]

austinpresley: out of the songs my little Celine could've picked from her great granddaddy's songs it had to be Polk Salad Annie and she wants me to sing it all the time.

[hooked-on-elvis]

"She Wears My Ring"

The song was written by the husband-and-wife songwriting team of Boudleaux and Felice Bryant. Elvis was a great fan of Roy Orbison's songs. Orbison released his version of She Wears My Ring in 1962.

Elvis recorded the song at Stax Studios in Memphis, Tennessee, on December 16, 1973. It was first released in 1974 on the album "Good Times".

[p-oolshark]

when u get this u have to put 5 songs 🎵 u actually listen to, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)💕

Aw thank you! I love these ☺️💗

1. Any day now- Elvis Presley

2. The boys of summer- Don Henley

3. Take me home, country roads- John Denver

4. Eminence front- The Who

5. Less than zero- The Weeknd

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Can’t Help Falling In Love - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: -> When your newborn daughter can't sleep one night, Bradley knows just what to do.

A/N: Here’s a little blurb I did for @ohtobeleah’s Galentine’s Day challenge 🩷 This song is one that I sang/sing to my own baby, so I felt really inspired to just write some wholesome fluff with Bradley as a new dad singing it to his baby, and his wife 🩷

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem! reader

warnings/content: sickly sweet fluff with Bradley as a new dad and being romantic.

word count: 1k

“Shall I stay, would it be a sin, if I can’t help falling in love with you?”

You padded down the hallway to where the sound of your husband’s soft, melodic voice was echoing from. You entered your infant daughter’s room and smiled softly as you saw Bradley cradling baby Sawyer in his arms, humming softly to her as he kissed her head. You stood in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame as you looked on, Bradley none the wiser as you watched him comfort your baby.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help falling in love with you.”

Bradley shut his eyes delicately as he held Sawyer’s tiny body close to his chest, continuing to hum the notes of his favorite Elvis song in a soft, hushed tone as he rocked back and forth in an effort to lull his sweet girl to sleep. Bradley turned towards the door and opened his eyes to see you. His expression softened, melting into a sweet, content smile, his amber coloured eyes gazing at you from behind his thick, dark eyelashes that you’d always been envious of.

“Hi honey, sorry, Sawyer didn’t wanna go down, was just tryin’ to sing her to sleep. My mom used to sing this to me when I was a kid, she always swore it worked. Guess my dad used to sing it too,” Bradley huffed a soft, melancholic sigh as he thought back to his own father and how he had so little to remember him by, having passed just a month after Bradley turned two.

“It was sweet, I love hearing you sing,” you murmured quietly as you cozied up to Bradley’s side, smiling softly while you pressed your lips against his cheek in a tender, loving kiss.

“I think Sawyer likes hearing me too, she settled right down while I was singing to her.”

“That’s because you’re soothing her. She loves you and loves the sound of your voice, feeling you hold her close, it makes her feel safe.”

“It does?”

“Mhmm, you bet it does.”

Bradley smiled proudly as he glanced over at you, still hugging Sawyer close to his bare chest. Stroking her back gently, he pressed his lips to her forehead once again, gently kissing her as she snored softly. His pajama pants hung low on his waist, his toned, tan skin dotted with freckles. He never slept with a t-shirt on to begin with, but the minute he read that letting a newborn sleep on your bare chest was beneficial to the baby, he started to forgo wearing one at home at all. He dove all in, head first, the moment he found out you were pregnant, determined to be the kind of father his dad would be proud of, the kind of father his dad would have been if he’d had a chance to do it for more than two years.

Baby and parenting books had begun appearing throughout your home shortly after you’d told him, multiplying slowly, one by one as they began to collect on the shelf, magazines about raising children suddenly coming in the form of subscriptions to your door on a monthly basis. Bradley had begun coming home from a day of training, spouting off new ideas for names, suggesting whatever he heard or came across that day. He was as involved as anyone could hope for, his determination to be someone who made you proud, made his baby proud, and would have made his parents proud serving as a driving force to motivate him. On one occasion, you came home from spending a day out in the city to find every piece of nursery furniture perfectly assembled, waiting for your direction as to where you wanted it placed. As nervous as Bradley was about making you proud, there was never a single doubt in your mind about it - he was meant to be an excellent father, just like he was meant to be an excellent pilot. It was just who he was.

Bradley gently laid Sawyer down to sleep in her crib, smiling down at her as she stirred for a second, holding his breath as he hoped she stayed sleeping. As she continued to snore softly, he exhaled, relieved she was still sound asleep. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your body in close to his as you both watched Sawyer in complete awe, almost unable to believe something so small and sweet could have come from either of you.

“Now, Mrs. Bradshaw, we’ve forgotten something important about today,” he whispered softly, stroking your hair as he tucked it behind your ear, his touch delicate and gentle.

“Hmm?”

“Valentine’s Day. We forgot it. I didn’t even remember to bring flowers home for you.”

“We did? Are you sure?”

“Positive. February 14th.”

You stifled a laugh as you shook your head, smiling at Bradley as he showed you today’s date on his phone screen. He kissed your forehead gently, his lips hovering for a moment as he hummed.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“There’s no need. Sawyer’s a pretty great Valentine’s Day gift.”

“She’s two months old, hun, I don’t think you having our baby counts as your gift.”

“Sure she does. You just gave her to me a little early.”

“More like you gave her to me. I didn’t do much.”

You extended your hand out to stroke Bradley’s cheek fondly, beaming as your eyes met his.

“You gave me her. Without you, I wouldn’t have Sawyer. And I wouldn’t have a loving, wonderful husband either. And, I wouldn’t get to hear you sing all the time.”

“Oh, you like the singing?” Bradley smirked, playfully whispering as he led you out of the room, pulling the door closed quietly behind you.

“I do, in fact.”

“Well then, honey—“ Bradley began before taking a breath and beginning to sing once more.

“Wise men say, ‘only fools rush in’, but I can’t help, falling in love with you.”