#Rosalee Presley

[precious-little-scoundrel]

Vibes for an upcoming requested Sarge fic 🪖💄🍼

“What’s Miss Rosalee think about seeing palm trees, huh?” the same hopeful as before, this time with his damn camera lowered, took the liberty of grabbing at one of her little feet, intending to wag it playfully but Miss Rosalee let out a wounded cry of disbelief and climbed up her father’s chest with the alacrity of a hunted koala.

Elvis tried to moderate his voice when he cautioned the young journalist, “She don’t wanna be touched, man, please don’t.” but nothing could temper the cool blue flame of his eyes at the guy’s presumption. “Hey, hey hers ok, yes hers is.” he whispered to his baby and slowly brought her down into his lap, a curled little dough ball in a soft pink onesie. “Here Schnucki, curl in baby, have at it.”

He opened his jacket wide and exposed a soft sweater beneath his blazer, dark red and with a deep neckline, he’d bought it for the cowl neck he liked for shielding from the wintry gusts and hiding his chicken neck from photographers. Rosalee likes the way it warms her up and tickles her nose, she burrows her face into his chest so fast it’s comical and the guys laughed as did Elvis gently, all while he closed his blazer back around her little body and gathered up her one vulnerable outlier in his large hands - her little footsies.

“I dunno what y’all are laughin’ at.” Elvis pretended ignorance, crooked grin about ready to split his face, “There ain’t nothin’ here, man, nothin’!” he protested as the guys wheezed in amusement over the tiny, frizzy shock of chestnut hair sticking out the top of his buttoned coat. “Now’re you fools gonna ask me about formula brands or hollywood, hmm?”

[aconflagrationofmyown]

Presley Kids Aesthetics

while I’m chipping away at the headcanons for Sarge and lil Mama, 1960 and onwards, their kids are starting to take shape in all their own mature, individual, messy glory and that’s been an absolute delight. One that wouldn’t be half as rewarding or fully realized without the help of the usual suspects: @ab4eva @stylespresleyhearted @elvisabutler @eliseinmemphis @eliseinmemphis @prompted-wordsmith

And apologies for the angst in most of these I swear these kids are mostly happy and love their folks, I just think my brain seized upon the the motif of “how do they handle being Elvis Presley’s kid?” when making these and chose that for their little blurb.

Enjoy…

and feel free to ask about these little rascals as they introduce themselves to that narrative little by little 💋

[the-ugly-swan]

.𓂃□ :💽: 𓏲 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ᠑ 𓏹 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 !

💽 ꗃ. 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 ⋆ ➩. @precious-little-scoundrel

[marinas-drafts]

can i request a blurb of rosalee and elvis having a daddy/daughter date in like 71? Maybe because he’s been on tour and she is a bit upset she hasn’t seem him in a while

Ooh I love this idea. Let me see what I can cook up darling, I’ve got a much earlier one in the works for them but I’m sure more will follow. I’m so happy y’all love their connection as much as I do.

Gentle reminder: please move your interactions to the new main blog @precious-lil-scoundrel

[stvolanis]

Pretty Stars

PT .1

PT .2???

PAIRINGS: Elvis Presley x Rival! Rockstar! OC

WARNINGS: EATING DISORDERS, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, EXPLOITATION, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, inaccurate time lines probably, this is more depressing than my other stories, age gap (OC is 19 and Elvis is 23), foul language, Elvis is an asshole but so is OC, typical rivalry things, enemies to lovers

NSFW WARNINGS: NONE, it will all be in part 2 if this does well :)

Don’t be shy, request something!!

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Rosalee Marziel worked her ass off to get where she stood today, and she’d die before she let some stupid boy ruin it for her.

She’d lived in cities since she was a toddler, and growing up in such a hostile place causes you to realize that no one will help you but you. It took her losing her mother, her extended family, and a few boyfriends and flings to realize this. Once she had nothing, and was at rock bottom, of course she’d sign her life away. What more did she have to lose when everything was already lost?

The 1st amendment no longer felt like it applied to Rosalee. She was stripped bare of her former self, and instead embodied a new persona, Rose Marz. Rose Marz was confident, selfless, bold, and had no problems making a statement. She was a music, movie, and fashion icon all the way past France.

Truth was, she’d been groomed since she’d signed her life away when she was only 15. Groomed by the men around her who only wanted the greatest pleasures of life, and naive Rosalee Marziel was their ticket to that. ‘Wear less, and more of this’ they’d tell her as they held up skimpy playboy sets. She was 16. ‘More makeup, she’s aging.” They’d tell her makeup artists. She was 17. By the time she had reached 18, she’d corrected every little flaw they had pointed out. She spent hours covering acne scars, moles, and stretch marks.

She’d powder and cake herself in flawless natural makeup, which wasn’t so natural once you’d watch her apply a ton of it. She formed an eating disorder and lived off of eating Cesar salads with extra grilled chicken, and even then, she’d sometimes feel herself become sick. The smell, taste and feel of food made her vomit in her mouth. So, when she went to ball events, charity event, etc.; she’d stick to a glass of water and give tight lipped smiles when offered a plate of appetizers.

You’d think oranges were her favorite fruit, but she’d only eat them when she’d gain a pound or 2. Her stomach pains sometimes became unbearable, but beauty is pain, or at least that’s what her producers would tell her with money on their tongues. Sometimes she swore instead of feeling spit when they’d speak to her, she felt hard and cold coins. God forbid they found out she’d eaten that day, the comments would strike up.

The ones that formed her eating disorder in the first place. The ones that make her cry herself to sleep and curl into a ball. The ones that made her weep for her dead, junkie of a mother. The ones that made her throw up her insides till her stomach felt like it was trying to eat itself. And the ones that made her wanna not wake up the next day.

Roses first gig was a lousy bar her old manager booked for an hour. It’s one she’ll never forget, I mean, it’s what sparked her love for preforming in every sense of the word. On stage, she didn’t have to be the broken shell of a little girl, especially not when she heard people cheering her name. The rush of adrenaline shot into her veins was addicting and was a high she’d strive to chase any moment she could. In those first moments, she felt like her body was on fire, and the words slipping from her mouth held every ounce of raw emotion she would never normally say.

She had something other rising female preforms didn’t have, and that was a genuine love for music. They didn’t have the same spark in their eyes like she did. They weren’t passionate about the lyrics they wrote or sang. The only reason they were famous was because of their sex appeal.

Climbing the ranks in a male dominated industry wasn’t an easy task by any means, but Rose managed to do it. She sunk her perfectly manicured claws into their backs to rise herself to get to where she was today. Past Carl Perkins, past Johnny Cash, even past Jerry Lee Lewis. She was at the top of her game.

Showered in every luxury she could imagine. Queen worthy jewelry, the latest and hottest cars, 3 mansions and 10+ houses stationed all around America. Her favorite house was stationed all the way in Milan, Italy. She had an endless list of ‘friends’ and men throwing themselves at her feet for even a glance, but she wasn’t naive anymore. She could see right through them with the x-ray vision she swore to herself she had.

Hell, even the Kennedys loved her.

But none of it was ever enough. None of it made the throbbing pains in her head, chest, and stomach stop. It didn’t stop her from taking nearly lethal amounts of pills on her roughest days in hopes that just maybe she’ll find the courage to take a little more.

Rose was never satisfied with the life she had. And when they started throwing her in movies alongside people she didn’t care to know, she nearly lost herself. Rose? An actor? That couldn’t be right. She was a singer. But it’s what her fans wanted, which means it’s what her producers would make her do.

She was sure her fans adored her, and she was grateful that they did, but a small part of her detested them. A small part of her had wished she’d never became famous. If she knew this would be her at only 19 years old, she would’ve ran away from that man with a few papers and a pen all the way to across the globe. But she could never bring herself to hate the people who got her to where she is today.

They are the only reason she’s able to live the way she does, after all. Those little girls who look up to her, dreaming of being in her shoes and, wishing to be like her when they get older and cheering her on from crowds will always be the reason she continues to preform. But how badly she wanted to cradle them and tell them ‘careful what you wish for.’ Because she wishes someone had told her.

Though she was at the top of her game, there was still one large obstacle in the form of a southern man.

Elvis Presley.

No matter how many movies she starred in, or how many songs she made—no matter how many awards she won and was nominated for, he always somehow managed to beat her. Not to mention the constant comparison she was always faced with when I came to him. ‘Elvis does this better’ her manager would start. ‘So you need to do this’. He’d say.

I learned how to dance, and Elvis was the star of a dance musical called ‘Copacabana’ the next day. I mentioned i knew how to draw, and all the sudden Elvis’ art was plastered in museums. The list goes on and on of him trying to out-do her an coming out successful. Naturally, Rose wouldn’t care, but at the end of the day it was her having to hear her entire management team on her ass. One time her producer even phoned in about it.

It was a constant battle between the two and it seemed like an endless cat and mouse game. Not to mention Elvis throwing loads of shade at her when he was in the press a few weeks prior. Since then, anytime she’s been asked about their ongoing rivalry in the press, she’s said the upmost worst things about him. If it was any other A list celebrity, her manager would have her head, but it was the 2 most hottest people in America going head to head like bulls. Obviously it would make both parties become a more popular subject, and the more publicity, the better.

And now they want Elvis and Rose to preform together for a Valentines special? Hah, they must be crazy to think they wouldn’t claw each others throats out. Rose had never dared to protest against anything her producers and managers had planned for her—the last time she did she was beaten. But this—this is the one thing she wouldn’t go down without a fight for. After a good year and give or take a few months of going against each other, why would they now want them to make amends? The damage had already been done.

Rose was fortunate enough of never having to actually meet the man talking the upmost shit about her in person, till now.

As she sat in her dressing room, she could swear her makeup was sweating itself off, resulting in her panicking. Her eye makeup was dark and bold, and her lips were a faded cherry red. The dark mole above the corner of her lip just barely peeking through her pounds of foundation. Her hair was was naturally a brunette, but her main manager thought blonde would be a better look on her. So now she sat with her blonde hair teased and overly large, adorned in pink and red flowers to match the Valentines theme.

Rose felt her confidence begin to dwell as she thought of every possible terrible outcome this show could bring. Her brows furrowing as she applied setting powder aggressively while thinking of beating that stupid man, Elvis Presley, to a pulp if he tainted her imagine in any way, shape, or form.

A knock on her dressing room door brought her out of her thoughts. “Miss Rose, it’s almost time.” An annoying feminine voice said from behind the door. Rose huffed as she got up. “Alright, give me a moment.” She yelled back as she began to dress herself.

They’d chosen a white, tight fitted turtle neck long sleeved shirt for her to wear, paired with a short, light pink dress to go over it and a large white belt fit around her waist to seem more slim. The knee high white leather boots and different shades of pink and red heart earrings pulled the whole look together as she stared at herself in the long mirror in front of her.

She smoothed her hands down her dress as she took in a long breath of air before she finally found the courage to leave her dressing room.

When she stepped out, the narrow backstage hallways parted like the Red Sea at her entrance. Her manager, a short old man with the personality of a donkeys ass, stumbled his way over to her.

“Ah, Rose! There you are, come.” He said urgently as he tightly gripped her upper arm. Rose didn’t get a chance to respond, and instead winced as she was dragged along with him to wherever he was taking her. Their walk wasn’t long as they stopped at a tall man with his back turned to them.

“Mr. Presley.” Her manager coughed out, making his prescene known. Rose fought an eye roll. The man turned around and Rose swore her jaw could’ve dropped right then and there. The pictures and interviews did him no justice, as he was even more good looking in person, much to Roses dismay. Nonetheless, this god of a man was still her biggest rival and the only person stopped her from being deemed ‘queen of rock n roll’ on every cover of The Rolling Stone Magazine

Screw him and his charming smile. She hated his stupidly perfect hair—and she wanted to pull the little strand hanging out on the front out of his head. She wanted to punch him in his perfectly chiseled jaw, and same with his nose. She didn’t like the fact that he easily towered over her, even in heels, so she thought about kicking him in the back of his knees to bring him to the ground where she thought he belonged— below her.

Elvis on the other hand felt his breath get caught in his throat and her nearly dropped the cup of water held in his hand. There she stood, in all her terrorizing glory, was Rose Marz. But Elvis’ eyes couldn’t help but linger on the chubby fingers tightly wrapped around her arm, almost in a painful manner.

How could this little thing be his biggest competition? She was so small. So pretty. So- “fuck you.” So vulgar. That was the first thing she’d ever said to him, and he’d remember it for the rest of his life. He would’ve been offended if it wasn’t for the fact that she was so damn cute with her furrowed brows and pouty red lips.

Her managers face went pale as a ghost. “Aha!! She meant hello!” He nervously laughed as he glared at Rose through the corner of his eye. The small girl let out a huff. “Elvis.” She acknowledged, sizing him up with a quirked brow. He felt a chuckle rumble deep in his chest.

Rose turned her head downward to hide the blush creeping onto her cheeks at his intense gaze, even as he talked to her manager. “That’s quite alright, Mr.Smith. How ya doin, Rose?” He said in that southern draw that made all the girls’ head spin and panties drop. Now Rose understood why, but she would never admit it aloud.

“Terrible since I seen you.” She said with an eye roll. Elvis pursed his lips. “I’m real sorry ‘bout what I said in the press about ya.” He replied with a nervous chuckle. Roses head shot up at that. “Liar!” She called out with a pointer finger.

“Jesus, Rose! Can’t you act civilized for one damn moment?!” Her manager screamed in her face. Rose went beat red in embarrassment, her hands clenched into fists. The old fat man looked at her pointedly. “Excuse my behavior, Mr.Presley.” She said through clenched teeth and false smile.

Elvis pondered for a moment as he took in the situation before him, before coming to a conclusion. “Lemme take ya to dinner to make up for it, Rose.” He said. Something boyish was swirling in his eyes and a certain hope was in his small smile he sent her way. Rose opened her mouth to reject his offer, but it seemed her manager had other plans. “Yes, of course she’ll go!” He answered for her.

Elvis merely glanced down at the obnoxious fat man. “I’d like for her to answer.” He stated with a glare. Rose paused. No one had ever stood up for her like that. No one batted an eye when people would yell at her, grab her, or even beat her to a pulp. She didn’t know what to think—or even how to act.

Her mouth was hung agape as he awaited her answer. “I—uh, sure.” She responded—seemingly in a daze as she gazed up at the taller man. His eyes danced all across her face before stopping at the mole she tried so desperately to hide. “Tomorrow night.” He said before his eyes snapped up to meet hers again.

Rose, absent minded, merely nodded her head.

“You’re on in 5!” Someone shouted over the loud backstage ruckus. That caught Roses attention as she quickly smoothed herself out and took in a deep breath. Elvis reached his hand out towards her. “Shall we?” He asked with a smirk.

Rose rolled her eyes as she slapped his hand away. “Let’s just get this over with.” She replied as she turned quickly away from him.

But Elvis didn’t miss the blush on her cheeks.

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this wasn’t proofread

[ab4eva]

Fully co-authored with: @precious-lil-scoundrel - Marina, it’s an honor to write with you, thank you darling. I had a blast figuring out all the details and making something special and fun for this universe! 💕 Ken Doll Elvis, comin atcha!

Summary: In between shooting movies and topping charts, Elvis Presley takes his young family to the California beach for some hard earned frolicking, nothing extraordinary occurs, but then again, extra and ordinary are words redefined since Elaine gave him five children under the age of five.

Date: 1962, Summertime

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: PG13- The accidental destruction of a child’s sandcastle, breastfeeding toddler, talk of being uncircumcised (including by children + children being aware of it), use of several nicknames for a man’s member, someone’s hair accidentally being set fire to, language, a minor injury involving sand in the foreskin + lots of talk about it (including by children) + treatment of the injury by uncommon methods while children are present (but not directly involved), Elvis being a big baby, Rosalee being distraught about her daddy’s injury, a child willfully acquiring a knife and threatening to cut off fathers member (more wholesome than it sounds) but has it taken away before anything can happen, parents kissing while children are present.

[stylestonki]

Win a date with tad hamilton

#Win a date with tad hamilton movie#

#Win a date with tad hamilton movie#

Tad's agents came up with this contest to change Tad's bad-boy image and help his career in getting another big movie part. Back home, Rosalee is forced to choose between a fantasy romance with Tad or the real life love possible with Pete in this classic 1950s style romance that harkens back to the days of Elvis Presley and Sandra Dee. Rosalee Futch (Kate Bosworth), a Piggly Wiggly supermarket checkout girl in a small West Virginia town, wins a contest for a date with Tad Hamilton (Josh Duhamel), a Hollywood movie star. Within days he follows Rosalee back to West Virginia, buys a house, and declares his love to her, shocking not only Rosalee but also the entire town, especially Pete. What begins as a publicity stunt becomes much more serious as Tad becomes smitten by Rosalee's innocence and honesty. In West Virginia, Rosalee enters and surprisingly wins, and is instantly whisked away to Los Angeles for a tabloid perfect dream date complete with a stretch limo and make over, much to the chagrin of tortured Pete. Meanwhile, in Hollywood, Tad Hamilton's bad boy image needs some revamping so his managers (played by Nathan Lane and Sean Hayes) cook up a charity contest to WIN A DATE WITH TAD HAMILTON! in an effort to clean up his act. I the case of Rosalee (Kate Bosworth, Blue Crush), her dream comes true when she wins a date with Tad Hamilton. Rosalee, a naively innocent small-town girl works at her local Piggly Wiggly and dreams of love with movie hunk Tad Hamilton (Josh Duhamel) unaware that her best friend and manager Pete (Topher Grace) is secretly in love with her but afraid to tell her how he really feels. Win A Date With Tad Hamilton Help 2004 96min PG-13 Tad Hamilton (Josh Duhamel, TVs Las Vegas) is the biggest movie star in Hollywood, and its every girls dream to meet him. Robert Luketic, the director of LEGALLY BLONDE, helms this retro romantic comedy that stars Kate Bosworth as Rosalee Futch, a modern day Sandra Dee embroiled in a whirlwind love triangle.

[wikitopx]

Choosing a great name for your daughter is a great responsibility.

Although it is definitely an enjoyable experience, it can also be stressful! After all, naming your girl is one of the first and most important decisions you'll make as a new parent. If you're like most parents looking for a perfect daughter's name, you can hope to combine special meaning, honor a family or cultural tradition, or find a unique name.

This list of the 1,000 most popular girl names, recognized by the Social Security Administration (SSA), will help you review all your options, enjoy the experience. Experiment and narrow your list into favorite options.

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1. Top 1,000 Baby Girl Names

Emma

Olivia

Ava

Isabella

Sophia

Charlotte

Mia

Amelia

Harper

Evelyn

Abigail

Emily

Elizabeth

Mila

Ella

Avery

Sofia

Camila

Aria

Scarlett

Victoria

Madison

Luna

Grace

Chloe

Penelope

Layla

Riley

Zoey

Nora

Lily

Eleanor

Hannah

Lillian

Addison

Aubrey

Ellie

Stella

Natalie

Zoe

Leah

Hazel

Violet

Aurora

Savannah

Audrey

Brooklyn

Bella

Claire

Skylar

Lucy

Paisley

Everly

Anna

Caroline

Nova

Genesis

Emilia

Kennedy

Samantha

Maya

Willow

Kinsley

Naomi

Aaliyah

Elena

Sarah

Ariana

Allison

Gabriella

Alice

Madelyn

Cora

Ruby

Eva

Serenity

Autumn

Adeline

Hailey

Gianna

Valentina

Isla

Eliana

Quinn

Nevaeh

Ivy

Sadie

Piper

Lydia

Alexa

Josephine

Emery

Julia

Delilah

Arianna

Vivian

Kaylee

Sophie

Brielle

Madeline

Peyton

Rylee

Clara

Hadley

Melanie

Mackenzie

Reagan

Adalynn

Liliana

Aubree

Jade

Katherine

Isabelle

Natalia

Raelynn

Maria

Athena

Ximena

Arya

Leilani

Taylor

Faith

Rose

Kylie

Alexandra

Mary

Margaret

Lyla

Ashley

Amaya

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Bailey

Andrea

Khloe

Jasmine

Melody

Iris

Isabel

Norah

Annabelle

Valeria

Emerson

Adalyn

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Eden

Emersyn

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Kayla

Alyssa

Juliana

Charlie

Esther

Ariel

Cecilia

Valerie

Alina

Molly

Reese

Aliyah

Lilly

Parker

Finley

Morgan

Sydney

Jordyn

Eloise

Trinity

Daisy

Kimberly

Lauren

Genevieve

Sara

Arabella

Harmony

Elise

Remi

Teagan

Alexis

London

Sloane

Laila

Lucia

Diana

Juliette

Sienna

Elliana

Londyn

Ayla

Callie

Gracie

Josie

Amara

Jocelyn

Daniela

Everleigh

Mya

Rachel

Summer

Alana

Brooke

Alaina

Mckenzie

Catherine

Amy

Presley

Journee

Rosalie

Ember

Brynlee

Rowan

Joanna

Paige

Rebecca

Ana

Sawyer

Mariah

Nicole

Brooklynn

Payton

Marley

Fiona

Georgia

Lila

Harley

Adelyn

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Noelle

Gemma

Vanessa

Journey

Makayla

Angelina

Adaline

Catalina

Alayna

Julianna

Leila

Lola

Adriana

June

Juliet

Jayla

River

Tessa

Lia

Dakota

Delaney

Selena

Blakely

Ada

Camille

Zara

Malia

Hope

Samara

Vera

Mckenna

Briella

Izabella

Hayden

Raegan

Michelle

Angela

Ruth

Freya

Kamila

Vivienne

Aspen

Olive

Kendall

Elaina

Thea

Kali

Destiny

Amiyah

Evangeline

Cali

Blake

Elsie

Juniper

Alexandria

Myla

Ariella

Kate

Mariana

Lilah

Charlee

Daleyza

Nyla

Jane

Maggie

Zuri

Aniyah

Lucille

Leia

Melissa

Adelaide

Amina

Giselle

Lena

Camilla

Miriam

Millie

Brynn

Gabrielle

Sage

Annie

Logan

Lilliana

Haven

Jessica

Kaia

Magnolia

Amira

Adelynn

Makenzie

Stephanie

Nina

Phoebe

Arielle

Evie

Lyric

Alessandra

Gabriela

Paislee

Raelyn

Madilyn

Paris

Makenna

Kinley

Gracelyn

Talia

Maeve

Rylie

Kiara

Evelynn

Brinley

Jacqueline

Laura

Gracelynn

Lexi

Ariah

Fatima

Jennifer

Kehlani

Alani

Ariyah

Luciana

Allie

Heidi

Maci

Phoenix

Felicity

Joy

Kenzie

Veronica

Margot

Addilyn

Lana

Cassidy

Remington

Saylor

Ryan

Keira

Harlow

Miranda

Angel

Amanda

Daniella

Royalty

Gwendolyn

Ophelia

Heaven

Jordan

Madeleine

Esmeralda

Kira

Miracle

Elle

Amari

Danielle

Daphne

Willa

Haley

Gia

Kaitlyn

Oakley

Kailani

Winter

Alicia

Serena

Nadia

Aviana

Demi

Jada

Braelynn

Dylan

Ainsley

Alison

Camryn

Avianna

Bianca

Skyler

Scarlet

Maddison

Nylah

Sarai

Regina

Dahlia

Nayeli

Raven

Helen

Adrianna

Averie

Skye

Kelsey

Tatum

Kensley

Maliyah

Erin

Viviana

Jenna

Anaya

Carolina

Shelby

Sabrina

Mikayla

Annalise

Octavia

Lennon

Blair

Carmen

Yaretzi

Kennedi

Mabel

Zariah

Kyla

Christina

Selah

Celeste

Eve

Mckinley

Milani

Frances

Jimena

Kylee

Leighton

Katie

Aitana

Kayleigh

Sierra

Kathryn

Rosemary

Jolene

Alondra

Elisa

Helena

Charleigh

Hallie

Lainey

Avah

Jazlyn

Kamryn

Mira

Cheyenne

Francesca

Antonella

Wren

Chelsea

Amber

Emory

Lorelei

Nia

Abby

April

Emelia

Carter

Aylin

Cataleya

Bethany

Marlee

Carly

Kaylani

Emely

Liana

Madelynn

Cadence

Matilda

Sylvia

Myra

Fernanda

Oaklyn

Elianna

Hattie

Dayana

Kendra

Maisie

Malaysia

Kara

Katelyn

Maia

Celine

Cameron

Renata

Jayleen

Charli

Emmalyn

Holly

Azalea

Leona

Alejandra

Bristol

Collins

Imani

Meadow

Alexia

Edith

Kaydence

Leslie

Lilith

Kora

Aisha

Meredith

Danna

Wynter

Emberly

Julieta

Michaela

Alayah

Jemma

Reign

Colette

Kaliyah

Elliott

Johanna

Remy

Sutton

Emmy

Virginia

Briana

Oaklynn

Adelina

Everlee

Megan

Angelica

Justice

Mariam

Khaleesi

Macie

Karsyn

Alanna

Aleah

Mae

Mallory

Esme

Skyla

Madilynn

Charley

Allyson

Hanna

Shiloh

Henley

Macy

Maryam

Ivanna

Ashlynn

Lorelai

Amora

Ashlyn

Sasha

Baylee

Beatrice

Itzel

Priscilla

Marie

Jayda

Liberty

Rory

Alessia

Alaia

Janelle

Kalani

Gloria

Sloan

Dorothy

Greta

Julie

Zahra

Savanna

Annabella

Poppy

Amalia

Zaylee

Cecelia

Coraline

Kimber

Emmie

Anne

Karina

Kassidy

Kynlee

Monroe

Anahi

Jaliyah

Jazmin

Maren

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2. Top 10 beautiful middle names for girls

  Ann

Bree

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More idea for you: Top 10 Cheap Hotels in Kentucky

From : https://wikitopx.com/name-meanings/top-1000-baby-girl-names-711924.html

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Born in Mississippi, USA: 1910-1920

F Alberta, Alvie, Audrey, Audria, Bonnie, Clara, Classic, Connie, Corrine, Della, Delores, Earline, Elizia, Emma, Estella, Evelyn, Helen, Henrietta, Imogene, Ione, Janinta, Julie, Katie, Lauria, Lee, Lela, Leota, Levalia, Lillie, Litty-May, Louise, Luberta, Lucity, Lucy, Mabelle, Mable, Malvola, Margaret, Mary, Maud, Maxine, Myrtice, Naoma, Ollie-Pearl, Pariles, Queen, Robbie, Rosa, Rosalee, Ruby, Ruth, Senie, Stevilla, Sudie, Susie, Sylvana, Veda, Vera, Vinnie, Viola, Willella

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Sarge vibes

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when i was a child and i was sick my dad was the only one i’d be semi comfortable with so can i request a rosalee prompt where maybe the babies are sick and rosalee is the only one who won’t be comforted by elaine just because she wants elvis? it’d be nice reading him dealing with a sick baby 😭 having to stay up and hold them and change them and -

This is beyond precious to read and as I already intended to write some sort of piece regarding their early bond -i wholeheartedly accept this prompt!

I’ll get crackin’ and thank you for the inspiration, dear. 💋🌸💋

Also I’m thinking maybe spring of 1960 Elvis which was such a glorious time and his grown out chestnut hair would be matching her baby head 🥹

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River City Reveille Playlist - May 18 & 23

Featuring LOTS of NEW MUSIC! from Willie Nelson, Brigitte Demeyer & Will Kimbrough, Whikey Gentry, Valerie June, Suitcase Junket, Rhiannon Giddens, & MORE!

It Gets Easier- Willie Nelson

Broken Fences- Brigitte DeMeyer & Will Kimbrough

Seven Year Ache- Whiskey Gentry

  Are You Thinking of Me- Seth Avett

Long Lonely Road- Valerie June

Morning Song- Matt Hannah

  Power of My Love- Elvis Presley

Fight for Love- Drew Holcomb & the Neighbors

Lover’s Spat- Lydia Loveless

Calvary – Levon Helm

  Rosalee- Chris Robinson Brotherhood

Evangeline- Suitcase Junket

Peace Will Come- Southern Avenue

Heaven Sent- Steeldrivers

  What are you Listening to- Ruthie Foster

I’m Looking through You- Steve Earle

House of Stone- Mandolin Orange

Swept Away- Avett Brothers

  It Ain’t No Use- The Meters

I’m Gonna Tear Your Playhouse Down- Ann Peebles

  We Could Fly- Rhiannon Giddens

Let it Rain- Eric Clapton

The Truth of My Sweet Anna Lee- Yarn with John Oates

  Muddy Waters- Nikki Lane

1231 - Kate Vargas

Keeper – Shovels & Rope

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Will we be seeing more of sweet Rosalee’s connection to her father? As an ultimate Daddy’s girl, I hope so. I showered with my Dad until I was in third grade and when they told me I had to start showering alone I refused to shower for like two weeks, I’d scream like if they were murdering me when they tried but my mom’s the tougher one and she was like “Nope she’s going to learn to shower alone!” So she waited me out haha. But even afterwards like in high school I’d have movie nights still with him and I’d lay on top of him on the couch and cuddle. My dad was honestly just the best. He was my best friend. When I had my first kid he went in the hospital room and checked on me first. It’s sad that some people would probably read this and think it’s weird that I was so close to my Dad but to me, it’s more sad that we live in a society where a Dad and daughter can’t be affectionate with each other after a certain age because of the world we live in. My cousins all hated me when I was young because my Dad was the fun uncle but I wouldn’t let him play with other kids! I asked him one time if I bugged him by always being with him but he told me that he was just always scared to fail me which blows my mind because I just always wanted to be near him that’s all I needed. Even after I had my own kid I’d go visit him and lay in the bed with him and bug him and my mom. When he would vacation without me, he would check in with me three times a day and yes, I have siblings but I was the only one who gravitated towards my Dad like that my sister and brother were all about my mom and I’d ask them why if Dad was better and my mom would get upset with me lol! Don’t get me wrong I love LOVE my mom and she knows I do it’s just a different connection. Hope you don’t mind me sharing my memories, Rosalee just wanting to shower with her Daddy and getting a kiss attack on her face until she smiled brought back happy times and I would love to see so much more of that especially because I’m sure Elvis was an amazing father to Lisa Marie too.

P.S I still refer to him as my ‘Daddy’ even now and as I’m from Los Angeles (I think it may be more normal to do so in the South?) so many people tell me that’s weird I hate what people have done to the word Daddy.

Oh my darling anon, this touched my heart so much. We are indeed the lucky ones to have our own connection and memories to draw on, makes me sad for others who would view it through the lens of our unfortunate and broken world. Not everyone’s so fortunate but it’s a beautiful thing and ought to be normalized as much as it can be, the bad always gets more publicity -and while it should always be called out- my goodness, we gotta have representation for the good dads and their devoted little girls.

All of Lisa’s anecdotes suggest such a connection with Elvis, and even the way she respected and honored the man who was her daddy (even though she called him Elvis, haha) more than the legend she could have, touches me. I love it and have tried to bring that to Sarge and give a various connections to each kid but Rosalee is that one special baby who relies fully on him, and that’s quite the weight for him as Elaine is so capable he’s used to the kids finding her sufficient, but not this child, she needs him at all times and I think he’d love that and take it seriously.

All that to say, YES WE WILL GET SO MUCH MORE OF THEM including when she’s an adult and a child. If you ever have any prompts you’d particularly like to see, from memory or otherwise, please send them in!! This is another reason I chose Riley as her faceclaim, I wanted his Rosalee to be his real relative and Riley’s got his bright grin, in my opinion.

Can’t thank you enough for this sweet note, you’ve made my night.

Much love, Marina 💋🎀💋

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@stylespresleyhearted out here killing me with a “this is Shiloh and Rosalee at Rosalee’s wedding

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