#elvis love notes

[doll-elvis]

[jhoneybees]

Was just looking at notes that Elvis wrote and came across these that I love🫶

The first one though😭

[precious-little-scoundrel]

missing sarge and lil mama right now…

Aww this makes my heart swell. Here, have a (completely unedited straight from drafts) little 1963 domestic morsel:

Elvis was sat on their unmade bed, Jack snoozing in a pillow oasis beside him. Elvis was writing furiously. Sharpie in hand, silk pajamas still in place, rumple bed head without a stitch of gel and reading glasses perched on his nose.

Elaine watched him in her vanity mirror as she got ready.

Cue cards, that’s what he was writing, little white cards with prominent, block letters of prompts for Elaine to ask the attorney general this evening. An absolute first in their marriage, Elaine was the one headed out for a social engagement while Elvis, who the invitation and arrangements did not incorporate, blithely agreed to stay home with the children and wrote cue cards as Elaine prepared to go. His love for the man she was meeting overshadowed any disappointments and his natural tendency to be unsure of himself in glitzier settings had him obligingly unfussed about it all.

Save for the cue cards. But then again, one doesn’t meet a Kennedy every day, and certainly not “the brains behind the operation” as Elvis surmised Bobby Kennedy was. He’d certainly had the capacity as attorney general to be more vocal on subjects that interested Elvis himself, subjects and opinions he himself was forced to keep a tight lid on in his role in entertainer, and to avoid being made Conscience Arbiter of the People.

Elvis may have been sat, and he may have been cross-legged and he may have been writing but the entire bed was visibly vibrating from his excitement, as she glanced back at him in the mirror, suspecting most of the cards might be illegible. Not to worry, ever since she had won a date with the attorney general on the something-or-other raffle program, Elvis had been preparing her.

Of course he knew she’d have her own conversation to make with the man, of course he did, he was sorry, he really was sorry, he was just so excited as well.

Elaine smiled fondly at the soberly concentrated nerd on her bed, “And if you can, ask him about those hearing’s Laney, I know that ain’t usual talk in between passin’ salt but if you can manage it…”

“Yes baby, I’ll try, of course.”

Elaine rose from her brightly lit vanity table, kicking out with bare feet the long and narrow hem of her skirt. She felt a bit of a tart, the styles only becoming slimmer and more streamlined as the decade went on, and here she was swelling with her sixth child. She made Elvis swear that he would nix any choice too vulgar for this evening, and he had sworn up and down on his knees in the Sunset Boulevard boutique that she looked like the ripest goddess in the land, not a bit tartly, just entirely majestic.

Pulling away from the table with her clutter of cosmetics, Elaine eyed herself in the mirror and smoothed out the wrinkles over her figure, noting with some satisfaction that he hadn’t been entirely pussy addled when he’d swore it, she did look very well. And that’s all one needs to look when meeting a servant of the nation.

“Five minutes out, baby.” she notes to him as he’s still writing and he jumps in surprise, laying his pen down with regret and taking to blowing on the ink to make it dry in between a bit more excited chatter.

“Mhmm” Elaine agrees absently as she tries to fasten an earring, the backs on these ones have an odd little curve and much as she loves the gaudy baubles -and they do so suit her peach dress- they’re a terrible trial to secure.

Elvis notices her plight and discards his cards, jumping off their bed in a flurry of blue silk and comes up behind her, pushing her dark hair over her shoulder as he takes over the task. She hears him ask timidly in her ear as he fiddles with the clasp, “Do ya think he’d ever want to come for dinner here? Or -or Graceland?“

She smiles softly, knowing her homebody would be in his element hosting like that.

She turns around and pats his soft cheek, a little bristly from not yet having shaved, at 6:30 in the evening with a dark winter sky shrouding California, Elvis’ day is just beginning. “I'll be sure to arrange a playdate for the two of you, Naughty.” she teases and he rolls his eyes, too happy to take the least bit of offense.

“You’re gonna be late, mamas.” he suddenly recalls and dashes into their spacious closet and after some fumbling and much cursing, comes back out even more disheveled with three different pairs of shoes. “We shoulda done this earlier.” he cripes, settling on his knees with one little pump cradled on his palm. Elaine excavates her foot from the yards of silk and presents it.

“They’re all some shade of nude, darling.“ She points out amused, quite sure it’s not that essential with the color of dress she’s wearing. One would be as good as the next.

“They got different toes!” Elvis cries out, aghast at her indifference, and shimmies away a little distance to take in the effect of his chosen shoe under her hem, Elaine cocks a pose but it does nothing to alleviate his scowl. “Rounded I think.” he decides and shimmies back to her on his knees and yanks the footwear off, choosing a round toe heel with a pretty ankle strap and fastening it with speed yet care. He stands up for this review and eyes her entire image, hands just below his hips, slipping on the silk, hip jutted out and mouth pursed. “Sweet Lord I coulda stare at that all day.” he admits and he doesn’t even crack a smile, he’s too stunned before shaking himself and snatching her hand, tugging her towards the door, “you’re gonna be late Laney, I’ve told you, you can’t keep the Attorney General waiting, it’s just not fittin’. No, no don’t wake Jack, he’ll be a terror if he knows your goin’ just come o-“

“Elvis I’m trying to get your cards!” she laughs and snags them with a clutching hand as they sped past the bed.

“Oh, oh ya got ‘em?” He asks without pausing in his pace.

“Yes! But- my purse!” she giggles, finally managing to plant her feet at the top of the stairway and tug Elvis back from his headlong rush.

“Aww shit, well, I’ll get it. Hey Hooligans!” he calls loudly to his kids and it echoes along the tiled expanse of downstairs, “Get over here and see how pretty your mama looks.”

There is the slapping clatter of bare feet smacking the terra-cotta tile as their children pour into the foyer from each wing of the house. Congregating in a little huddle at the bottom of the stairs while Elvis slowly spins Elaine around at the top in a well worn tradition, like she’s his pretty little mannequin and he is her designer.

“Mama ya look gorgeous!” Jesse gushes with his hands hiding his mouth like he’s been shocked out of himself, been watching too many movies that boy.

The girls coo like turtledoves with a various motley assortment of compliments, chiefly to do with jewels and hair and the shimmer of peach silk.

“And I really like your shoes!” Daisy expounds, highly eager for her own pair of heels, Elvis tells her regularly God gave her ‘built-ins’ with how long her legs are.

“Ella Bug, go on up and get mama’s purse won’t ya?” Elvis asks his eager daughter as he leads Elaine downstairs, “mama is running late, and I’m going to get her tucked into the car. Don’t wake Jack up, whatever you do!”

[loving-elvis]

My favorite 50s!Elvis photos, part 33 of ∞; Deke Rivers

[aconflagrationofmyown]

Sarge and lil mama vibes

Is this a reference to the Sarge headcanon about the pool table at barracks? 😏 Is it? Even if it’s not I am still screaming, I love it

edit: picture cred to: @mydarlingelvis and her AI💋

[conagherwilbur]

bentley i love you

[austinbutlermischief]

[frecklystars]

nightmares have rendered me unable to sleep once again so i've been dancing in my room to Elvis music pretending K is dancing w/ me for the past 45 minutes. I think it'd be his way of trying to make me feel better. he isn't very experienced with comforting others but he hears me gasp awake, hears me crying. he knows the drill by now. he immediately gets up. takes my hands and pulls me out of bed. asks me if i want to talk about it, and if i don't, he turns on some music and swirls us around. he mimics elvis' voice while singing to the songs, knowing it'll make me laugh. when i finally do, he's smiling, saying very gently "there you are, sweetheart... there's my girl"

[doll-elvis]

[elvisabutler]

so hi y'all, so full disclosure this month has not even remotely gone the way i planned. as i am sure y'all can tell with the fact that i have barely posted anything, let alone fic, and i have, in general, been not so much around. it wasn't my intention to do that, and honestly, i had planned on giving y'all a feast of fics. so i figured y'all deserved a little explanation in the form of this month was a perfect storm of my honestly chronic sleep deprivation ( if I was lucky i was getting fours hours of sleep before work, which isn't good for how much i am on my feet ) for the past year plus coming to a head, a schedule shift that happened just this past monday that i haven't ironed out the kinks with ( and won't for another weekish ) and some years long personal business that's finally getting all settled next thursday.

sprinkle in a tiny bit of sickness at the beginning of the month, and you have me with half finished fics everywhere and me becoming a hermit. all this to say, i have been trying to work on things, and i have made progress so ideally ( and i mean really truly ideally, i am not gonna make a single promise about this ) by/on halloween y'all will get spark among some other fics and i should be able to get back to a weekly fic posting schedule. i can't thank y'all enough for being patient, especially when it comes to spark and it should be worth the wait now that i think i have fully busted through a writing block i had with regards to it.

i know i kind of have fallen off reading and doing much of anything as well, but with any luck, i am gonna do more of that, too. as always, my inbox is open for whatever y'all want to swing by and drop in whatever you want in it, be it screaming about a fic or asking if i am updating or just saying hi.

[precious-little-scoundrel]

the Jesse Ella birth fic was absolutely incredible ! We NEED to see the rest of the births now (( sinks to the floor and begs with pouty lip ))

NOW?! hehehe, but I do so love to hear when y’all enjoy a thing and I do love to be begged. 😈 I had no intention for it to be so long but I’m grateful it was met with such a warm reception and I will speedily attempt to start the next one! I sometimes feel as if my fluff genre is subpar and it’s relieving to read all the sweet feedback y’all have been showering me with, it really encourages me to keep stretching myself in that genre. Xoxo

[loving-elvis]

My favorite 50s!Elvis photos, part 120 of ∞; ✨1956✨

[aconflagrationofmyown]

Which would y’all like to see next? A chapter of:

All my love to my patient babies who still care about my little worlds and ever so many smooches for those who are here just for the hilarity and dubious content I post.

💋💋💋

[septembersghost]

new horsemen of the apocalypse dropped

i love the downfall and degradation of society, this is my roman empire or whatever

[ashtag6887]

Just a little wish for a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year to some blogs that have brought me joy this year

🎄🎁🎄

Oh, Marina. 💕

Have I told you how much I love these random love notes that you send out to us? Forever thankful to our adorable widdle boy from Tupelo for bringing your beautiful spirit (and your beautiful words) into my life!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you, love.

I hope 2024 is your most magical year yet. 🩷

[tinysoultimetravel]

When Pablo Neruda said, “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride.”

When Gulzar said, “Tere bina zindagi bhi lekin zindagi to nahin.”

When Emily Bronte said, “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

When Rahat Fateh Ali Khan said, “Tum jo aaye zindagi mein, baat ban gayi.”

And when Elvis Presley said, “But I can’t help falling in love with you.”