#i want to be elvis's little one so much it hurts 😭

[peaceloveelvis]

Don't mind me, just imagining myself sitting front row at the International Hotel in 1970 watching this fine specimen of a man, praying to God he'd pick me to come up to his hotel suite and... 😏

[youaintnothinbuta]

if you don't mind do you think you can do some Elvis angst I really enjoy them but I haven't found any and they don't have to be about anything in specific just as long as it has some angst a little fluff and smut you don't have to if you don't want to but I'll appreciate it!!! 🙏 If you want something to base it off it can be about Elvis affairs or y/n affairs and they get into fights or something and then make up but not until one of them makes it clear that they will leave one another if they don't stop (sorry if it doesn't make sense or sounds stupid😭)

I hope this covers all bases!! <3

“Come home, baby, please.” — elvis presley x reader

Summary: You and elvis are fighting about him never being around because he’s ‘too busy’ but being seen with all these girls in the newspapers constantly, when you decide you’ve had it and leave for your parents house. After days and days go by and his guilt growing, he comes and gets you and you have make up sex in the car

Pairing: Elvis Presley or Austin!elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 1,800

Warnings: angsty, argument, yelling, SMUT, 18+, car sex, make up sex, unprotected sex, probably typos

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“You’re never here, Elvis, never,” You yelled, throwing the newspapers at his feet, “and how is this supposed to make me feel any better?”

The headlines, yet again, in big, bold text, wrote about another woman spotted with him, mocking you with every word.

Elvis looked up, his expression a mix of surprise and irritation. “I am busy, Y/N, you know that, providing for you and every other god damn person I know. I have responsibilities.”

“Responsibilities? Is that what you’re calling it?” Your voice dripped with sarcasm. “Flirting with every girl who bats her eyelashes at you? Is that your responsibility too?”

He stood up abruptly, towering over you, “You know it ain’t like that, baby. Those girls mean nothing to me.”

“Then why do see these headlines every day, Elvis? Every. Damn. Day.” you retorted, your arms crossing over your chest in defiance. He leant down, picking up the newspapers you were standing on. He tore them to shreds, the sound of ripping paper filling the room.

“I don’t write these goddamn headlines, Y/N. What the hell do you want me to do about it?” His voice rose, surprising even himself with the aggression in his tone. “They ain’t mean nothin’ to me.”

“I want to believe you, Elvis, I really do,” you said, your voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and anger. “But I can’t keep living like this. I won’t be second best in your life.”

He reached out to touch your arm, but you flinched away.

“I mean it, Elvis. If this doesn’t stop, we’re over. Call me when you’re ready to start acting like a man,” you declared, your voice firm with resolve. With that, you grabbed your car keys from the bench and stormed out.

“Don’t you dare spe—“ Elvis shouted, but the door slamming shut behind you interrupted him before he could finish.

Elvis stood there, watching you go, his chest tight with a mixture of anger and regret. Huffing in frustration, he stared down at the shredded remnants of the newspapers scattered across the floor, the headlines mocking him with their accusations.

He expected you to come back that night, like you always did after a fight, but as the hours passed, and you didn’t return, he began to worry. Days went by, each one dragging on in agonising slowness as he waited for you to walk back through the door. He missed the sound of your laughter, the warmth of your eyes, the way you always knew how to soothe his mind.

One night he went out, and as per usual, he was met with the eager attention of adoring fans and all the girls who would swarm him, but it felt different this time. While he always swore it meant nothing, and it did, this time he felt sick with guilt, so much so he was headed home by midnight.

He sat alone on his side of the bed, the weight of his actions finally hit him. He realised that he couldn’t live without you, that he needed you in his life more than anything. Hesitating, he finally picked up his telephone. Unsure of where exactly you were, his best guess was your parent’s house.

His heart pounded in his chest as he waited hoped for you to pick up. Thinking he wasn’t going to get an answer, he was momentarily stunned when he heard your voice say ‘hello?’

You asked again, ‘hello?’

“Come home, baby, please,” he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. There was silence as you replayed the sound of his voice in your mind.

“Alright, darlin’, you win,” he continued, “You’re my number one. It’s killing me going to bed without you,” he confessed.

“Come pick me up then,” you demanded, your voice softening slightly.

Without hesitation, Elvis agreed, relief flooding through him at the prospect of seeing you again. “I’m leaving right now,” he promised, the urgency in his voice evident. He really wasn’t kidding, you heard his keys jangling in his hands through the line.

You hung up, feeling a mix of emotions. You sat by the window in the living room, only a lamp on as your parents had gone to bed already, waiting for him to arrive. You didn’t know how to feel, only that you still loved him, despite everything.

It was a long drive to your parents, about 40 minutes, but he was there as soon as he could’ve been. Finally, he arrived, the headlights of his car casting long shadows across the familiar driveway. With a sigh of relief, he killed the engine and stepped out into the cool night air.

As he approached the front door, he hesitated for a moment, his hand poised to knock. But before he could make a sound and wake your family, the door swung open, and there you stood, bathed in the soft glow of the porch light. For a fleeting moment, Elvis was struck by the sight of you, how pretty you looked in the pale light.

You wanted to be angry with him, you wanted to give him the silent treatment and make him work for forgiveness but the second you saw his beautiful face, you couldn’t help but smile. Without a word, you stepped out onto the porch, closing the door softly behind you. Elvis met your gaze, his expression filled with remorse.

He opened your door for you, making his way around to the driver’s side once you were in. You looked over at him as he sat, his eyes already on you.

“I'm sorry, baby,” he says, his voice low and sincere, “don’t ever run away on me like that to me again.”

You turn to face him, your expression softening. “Don't ever make me feel like I have to,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I won't,” he promises, reaching out to take your hand, his lips grazing over your knuckles. “I swear.”

You can see the sincerity in his eyes, and you can't help but believe him, even if it might be against your better judgment. You lean over and press your lips to his, feeling the tension between you start to dissipate. You glance down, noticing the way his muscles tense under his shirt. You missed him. You really did. You’d never tell him that, though.

Without a word, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him as you deepened the kiss. His sucks in a surprised breath at your unexpected movement. You can feel his erection grow as you kiss him, the size of him putting pressure on your clit. You waste no time in releasing his cock from his pants, a silent invitation that he eagerly accepted as he deftly maneuvered your panties aside, his fingers tracing patterns of anticipation along the delicate curve of your thigh. You push his hand out the way, gently lowering yourself down onto him, your jaw hung open at the feeling.

A guttural groan escaped his lips as you bottomed out, the raw intensity of the moment leaving you both reeling. You began to move, a steady rhythm building between you as the car filled with the heady scent of arousal, the windows fogging over with the heat of you both. Elvis' hands roam over your body, touching you wherever he could as he whispered apologies and words of love.

He attempted to guide you to move up and down instead of back and forth, you took the hint, earning a series of raspy grunts from him. You could feel the tension building between you, the pleasure mounting higher and higher. As you rode him, you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Elvis sensed it too, because his fingers found your clit, rubbing quick circles that sent you spiraling over the edge.

You cried out as you came, your orgasm rippling through you like a shockwave. You wrapped your arms around his neck, needing something to hold onto as you lost control of your body. Your orgasm coated his cock with more wetness, “I’ve got you,” he murmured, still thrusting himself up into you. Elvis followed you over the edge, groaning as he filled you with his release.

As you come down from your high, Elvis chuckles, looking towards the window.

“Makeup sex right outside your parents' window, who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?” He teased, lightly squeezing your ass.

You playfully punched him in the chest, shushing him as you tried to catch your breath. “Be quiet,” you whispered, blush colouring your cheeks.

Elvis grinned, pulling you close for a kiss. “I love you,” he says, his voice soft. He reaches his fingertip to the condensation on the window, drawing half a heart.

You smiled, reaching your hand over to finish the other half. “I love you too,” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.

You reluctantly pulled yourself off of Elvis' lap. He quickly adjusted his pants, tucking himself away before pulling off his jacket, wrapping it around you to keep you warm for the drive home.

“Let's get you home,” he said, his voice soft. He started the car, pulling away from the curb as you settled into the passenger seat. He rested his left hand on the steering wheel as he drove, his right arm wrapped around you holding you close to him. You leant into his body, feeling his warmth against you. You giggled, still feeling the aftershocks of earlier orgasm. He must’ve somehow known, because he leant down to press a kiss to your head.

“My girl,” he whispered. As you continued along the quiet road, the weight of the day and the events of the week began to catch up with you, exhaustion settling heavy upon your shoulders.

Elvis sensed your weariness, his arm tightening around you as he pulled you closer, cocooning you in the safety of his embrace. “You can sleep,” he whispered, “I’ve got you.”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words spread through you. You let yourself drift off, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

When you finally arrived back at his house, Elvis woke you gently, his touch a gentle caress against your skin as he guided you inside, still wrapped in his jacket. With his help, you changed into one of your nighties.

You brushed your teeth together, your eyes meeting, making you laugh in the mirror as you both rinsed.

As you climbed into bed, Elvis pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you. “I'm never letting you go again,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you say, snuggling closer to him, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a comforting lullaby as you drifted off to sleep, finally back in his.

[gr444nde]

i can’t help—

falling in love with you

part two

vinnie hacker x fem!reader (lwrcase intended)

warnings: very angsty chapter, happy ending

“did I do something?” you manage to say to vinnie. vinnie seemed off the whole day, he even told his friends to have fun dancing without him. most importantly he was being a little mean to you. unless you’ve been really annoying? you quickly shook that thought out of your head as he replied. “no. i dont know why you would think you did.” he said, his body spoke for him as not one limb facing you as he leans against the wall. you of course don’t believe him. “seriously, vinnie. what’s up, you’ve been acting weird all day..” of course you were a little hurt because it was like he didn’t want anything to do with you. and you never knew why. “it’s nothing, just leave me the fuck alone.” you hear him mutter under his breath, your eyebrows furrowing. you felt true disappointment and disbelief that he would say that to you. you try blinking away your tears as you stand there looking like an idiot, it however, does not work. vinnie turns to you as he realizes what he’s done. “I didn’t mean that, im so sor-“ he was cut off by you walking away quickly, snatching your things out of your friend’s arm and walking towards your shared hotel room.

you sat there on your bed and just cried. you cried hard. you had your phone on do not disturb as you hung the door-hanger labeled “do not disturb”. you felt embarrassed and ashamed of yourself that you actually let your feelings get this far. you annoyed him to his breaking point, yet you were so angry at him and the way he handled it. you just kept crying until you heard a knock on the door. “go away.!” you shout. it’s still silent as you feel your phone vibrate under your thigh. you reach for your phone and look at who texted you and how it went through you dnd focus.

vinnie: please

vinnie: i didn’t mean what i said

vinnie: give me a chance to explain please

you can feel your eyes begin to water even more. why was he here to see you if he wanted you gone? you hesitate a bit before getting up to open the door. once you open the door you don’t even look him in the eyes. instead you just remove the door-hanger from the knob. only then do you look at his face. “what.” was all your tear-stained face could say. “I’m so sorry, y/n. i never meant to hurt you like this.” his eyes scanned your entire body. you looked like hell if it was in a dumpster fire. you had mascara running down your eyes. your cheeks and eyes puffy. you looked so sad. so miserable.

vinnie’s pov:

seeing she wasn’t in a very good state right now, all i wanted to do was hug her. i felt horrible. i didn’t know if she would forgive me, but the least i could do was try.

end of pov

you could feel his arms wrap around you as you sobbed even more into his shoulders. the tight hug he embraced you in was all you needed to feel better. this was what you’ve wanted all this time. something didn’t feel right though. “i thought you hated me?” vinnie chuckled as he answered. “I could never hate you, y/n.” you’re still so confused, even after all this “affection”. “you told me to leave you alone, you’ve avoided me for so long for no reason!” he stops you. “y/n, that’s cause im so in love with you that i was scared you didn’t feel the same. i let the wrong feelings get ahold of me and im so sorry for that. i promise i’ll do better. that’s only if you want me to.” you say there in shock. your mouth going agape and you stumble over your words until vinnie pulls you close again. only this time does he kiss you. “but why..?”

“cause i cant help falling in love with you.”

sooo i finally finished this even though it was two parts, i had no motivation and finished this within an hour. this story is based off of the song “I cant helo falling in love with you” by Elvis Presley. this has been one of my favorite songs for such a long time so im glad I made a story about it 😭 thank you so much for reading “obvious” one shot coming maybe in November. im most definitely gonna start working on a halloween one-shot. have an amazing day 💋❤️‍🩹

[doll-elvis]

I tried asking something like this before, but I'm not sure if it didn't send correctly or you didn't want to answer (which is fine!!) But just giving it one more try, because I am curious about your opinion. This goes back to that prejudice conversation and how much the other guys are possibly projecting their own feelings there - I remember red also saying in that part of EWH that elvis thought catholics were dangerous/the demon referred to in the bible. Do you think that's true? I just always found that a bit strange when he had quite a few girlfriends with that background.

thank you for re-asking!! im also really sorry for not getting around to it the first time you asked, thank you for being patient <3

for a while I was getting loads of ask and I got a little bit overwhelmed as some of them were very heavy topics that I really needed to gather my thoughts/research on before answering them and as a result some other asks have been left unanswered… for a very long time 😭 but I promise I have the intention to answer every ask I get, im just a serial procrastinator 🤧

As for Elvis being prejudiced against Catholics I think this may have been another situation of Elvis holding these views inwardly or even sharing them with a few close friends but not exactly acting on them

What I’ve come to learn from reading many different perspectives of Elvis is that it’s likely he said different things, or acted differently, depending on the person he was talking too and likely the reason we get so many conflicting stories about him

For example I would say the Memphis Mafia group (Red, Sonny, Billy, Lamar, Marty, and Alan) grew up in the same or very similar environments to Elvis: southern, conservative, and mostly in baptist/pentecostal churches (with the exception of Lamar, Marty and Alan who were Jewish). Where on the flip side you have men like Jerry and Joe who were raised Catholic and from my understanding raised in more “liberal” upbringings. So it’s likely that Elvis talked/interacted with the MM slightly different than he would with Jerry and Joe, and even Larry Geller who was born in New York as opposed to the south

Maybe he expressed views like being against Catholicism to the MM because he knew they came from similar backgrounds as him, and wouldn’t be offended by it. This is likely why you haven’t seen Joe or Jerry talk about Elvis’ alleged anti-Catholicism because I don’t believe he would ever express those views to people who he knew were Catholic because he didn’t want to offend them or hurt their feelings, his heart was truly good in that way

(excerpt from “Elvis: What Happened?” where Red and Sonny claim Elvis thought Catholicism was “dangerous”)

I found this excerpt from “Elvis and the Memphis Mafia” below very interesting ⬇️

It seems to be another instance of Elvis acting differently with the some of the group than he did with the others because from what I remember about Jerry’s book, there was no talk over their political differences and definitely never a instance where Elvis called him a communist 💀

in fact Jerry said “Elvis didn’t often speak openly about race or politics”

So maybe this was a situation where when Jerry was expressing anti-war views or views that Elvis deemed too “liberal”, Elvis would then privately complain about them to some of the others because he knew they likely thought the same as him

It’s like how people say they have a different personality for different friends. You might talk to a work-friend different than you would to a school-friend, so maybe that is why we get so many conflicting stories about Elvis from the people who knew him: if that makes sense🤧

* also this is just my personal interpretation, definitely don’t take it as truth until you’ve researched for yourself, I’m honestly kind of spitballing here

What is also really interesting about this excerpt below ⬇️ is that according to Marty Lacker it was Larry Geller who put the idea that Catholicism was “dangerous” into Elvis’ head, likely when they met in the 60s. So I wonder if that actually coincides with when Elvis started telling Red and Sonny that Catholicism was “dangerous”

(excerpt is also from “Elvis and the Memphis Mafia”)

However if Marty, Lamar, Red and Sonny never spoke on any anti-Catholic views that Elvis potentially held, I would have never thought it myself because there is so much evidence that points to Elvis being open about Catholicism

Like you mentioned, he had several girlfriends who were of that faith

To name a few of the top of my head, Regis Wilson (his date for his senior prom), Priscilla Presley, Joyce Bova, and Sheila Ryan were all either practicing Catholics, or raised Catholic, and I’m sure there are even more

And speaking of Priscilla, it was Elvis who decided to enroll her in an all-girls Catholic school, despite her attending a regular highschool in Germany. So if Elvis was openly prejudiced towards Catholics, why would he date girls who were of that faith, let alone date a girl that went to a Catholic school (that he chose) ⬇️

(excerpt from “Elvis: What Happened?”)

He also befriended several Catholics like Joe Esposito and Jerry Schilling along with Mother Dolores Hart who he met on the set of Loving you. She was a very devout Catholic even as an actress, which I’m sure Elvis witnessed, and has now been a Catholic nun for several decades, and has only ever said good things about Elvis

And according to Jerry Schilling, Elvis also had no qualms about flirting with a bunch of Catholic girls in 1955 ⬇️

And according to a story told in Peter Guralnick’s “Careless love” Elvis was more than happy to make out with a Catholic girl, and really respected her decision to stay a virgin due to her Catholic faith ⬇️

Not to mention Elvis literally covered a Catholic song called “Miracle of the Rosary” !!!

and we also can’t forget that he starred in a film (Change of Habit) that was about three Catholic nuns ⬇️

so all in all, if Elvis did indeed hold anti-Catholic views like some of the Memphis Mafia members have alleged, it didn’t seem like he acted on them or ever purposely mistreated a Catholic person

Elvis truly had a good heart and I think his actions should be judged rather than his words, especially when it could be a case of them projecting their own prejudices, and not actually said by Elvis himself 🤧

[mooodyblue]

I love your little!e fics so much 😭 since you said you're in a hurt/comfort mood, maybe something where little e gets hurt, like falls and scrapes his knee or something, and you fix him up and make him feel better?

ty ty!!! hope this is okay!! i wrote this on like an hour of sleep 😭 i feel like im posting too much, am i posting too much? idk im having fun. anyway enjoy friend!! ty for the request! <3

ouch! | little!elvis x cg!reader

warnings: age regression, little space

wc: 415

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you and elvis were having a day out tending to the garden. although, elvis was mostly watching more than he was helping but that was okay. you kept an eye on him though, making sure he wasn't getting himself hurt or making a mess of himself somewhere. eventually, he got bored of watching the birds and clouds move across the sky and scooted closer to you. "can i help?" he asked as you continued pulling out various weeds.

"of course! there's some gloves over at the table, don't want your little hands all dirty." you chuckled.

he nodded, excitingly running to the table to grab a pair of gloves. as he walked back to your side, he ended up getting distracted by a bird that was up in a tree nearby, staring at it as he walked. elvis was so distracted by the bird, he tripped and his knee met with the pavement.

you turned your head around to see elvis sat on the ground tightly hugging his knee as he held back his tears from the new sudden pain. "oh!" you jumped up and rushed to his side, kneeling down to him. "oh baby, are you okay? what happened?"

elvis shook his head, still gripping onto his knee. "i-i saw a pretty bird a-and then i tripped and-" he stuttered.

"it's okay, it's okay. let's get you up and inside." you helped him up and brought him back inside the house. the one time you kept your eye off of elvis while little and this is what happens. you took him into the bathroom and had him sat on the counter as you pulled up the leg of his pants revealing the obvious, large scratch.

he winced as you cleaned off the wound, gripping tightly onto the edge of the counter. "ouch mommy, that stings!"

"i know, but it'll make it all better." you frowned. you bandaged him up, even placing a small kiss to make it better which made elvis smile. "are you gonna start paying attention when you're walking?"

elvis nodded shyly. "yes, mommy. 'm sorry"

you pulled the pants leg back down. "just be careful next time, alright?" you placed a kiss on his forehead and cupped his cheek, "you were so brave, i'm proud of you. how about some ice cream?"

it was as if elvis was never injured, hopping off of the counter and rushing out of the bathroom before you could say another word to him.

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[multifandomworldsposts]

We Met in Tampa PT 4

A/N: It’s the Elvis movie plot but Y/N version!!Elvis never met Priscilla in this version.

Pairing: austin butler!elvis x reader

warning: fluff that’s all, Elvis heartbroken for his mom 😭

Y/N POV

Newspapers are coming in with the pictures of Elvis and I at Club Handy, one newspaper says ‘Elvis Presley Got His Start With Negroes’ I hate that word, ‘Elvis’s Slut with-‘ I throw the newspaper away, news are shit and racist! The Colonel told me what the Senator said about me, “Elvis’s girl, is a slut.” There’s that word again, all these people can go fuck themselves! I was having fun and didn’t know that the pictures were going to be published somewhere.

I’m in a car with Elvis’s parents going to Russwood Park and see A LOT of fans, I’m getting nervous what’s going to happen, fans screaming words at me or wanting Elvis to go to jail. The security takes Gladys, Vernon, and I to our sits and I see the sign ‘No Colored Allowed’ and ‘Whites Allowed’ I get uncomfortable again, Gladys can tell my uncomfortableness and she holds my right hand. She’s like a second mother to me.

Elvis gets on stage and everyone goes crazy. He told me what he’s going to do, I hope it goes well. Elvis looks at the crowd, found me and gave a look that no one has given me, “There’s been a lot of talk about the new Elvis. And of course, that other guy.” He wiggles his finger. “You ain’t nothin but a hound dog cryin all the time.” He chuckles. He looks up a little. “There’s a lot of people saying a lot of things. Of course you gotta listen to the people that you love. But in the end, you gotta listen to yourself.” People start to cheer but I clap a little.

‘If you’re looking for trouble, you came to the right place.”

“What’s going on?” Gladys questions. I know what he’s doing. He told me about this morning. “Y/N? What’s going on?” Vernon looks at me. “I don’t know.” I lied.

‘I was born standing up and talking back’

I get nervous, I’m scared on what’s going to happen next he just told me that he was going to sing ‘Trouble’. The fans get crazy, Elvis starts to do dance moves that he does but different.

‘So don’t mess around with me.’

I see cops hurting people and I can see Gladys’ face, she’s scared as me. “Uh, now would be a good time to get back into the car.” The colonel says behind us. Security took me to Elvis’ car and put me in and a cop came in the passenger seat locks the door so no one can come in, except for Elvis and the colonel. Gladys and Vernon are getting dragged to their car and I see Elvis screaming at her. The cop unlocks the door so they can get Elvis in the car with me. I see a camera rolling at us, I get pissed and yell “Get that camera out of my face!” I swatted the camera away. I turn to see Elvis sweating and didn’t say a word. The car backs up and drives out of the stadium.

All of us are in the living room silent. “No. There’s no way my baby’s going to Germany for two years.” Gladys says while looking a piece of paper. “It is the army or jail.” The colonel looks at her. I don’t want him to go anywhere.

When Gladys passed, Elvis was a mess, stayed in her closet all day and night, I felt his pain, I really do, I went in the closet that Elvis was in and hugged him but when I tried to leave he wanted me to stay in there for hours. He cried on my clothes, I just tried to calm him down.

I hear the closet door opening, it’s the colonel, “Y/N, can you leave us for a moment?” He says. I kiss Elvis on the temple and walked out the room but stayed and listened. “All that your mama has sacrificed for you will be for nothing.” ‘That Bastard!’ I thought.

We wrote back and forth, I would give him pictures of me and give him letters that Vernon would write to him. I miss him so much two years without him.

My parents would call me about him and they saw some newspapers including the one that the article called me a slut. They told me that they’re thinking of Elvis so I can write him that.

[missmaywemeetagain]

i wanted to comment on your response to the person who mentioned ‘it hurts me’. it wouldn’t let me, i guess it was too long😭 but here it is☺️

i agreeeee, your series always come to mind when i hear this song & yes yes to the grunts in the 68 version! i loveee that part. honestly, i prefer the 68 version of a lot of his songs. & i agree the change in his voice somehow brought so much more passion to it. ‘love me’ is one that i adoreee & there’s the part towards the end when he sings “if you ever go, darling i’ll be oh so lonely” but instead of just singing it normal he goes “i’ll be oh oh oh oh so lonely”. i’m sure yk what i’m talking about lol but it’s something about that part i love & don’t get me started on ‘trying to get to you’. the 68 live version EATS the original😭😭 i found another live version of it from june 21st 77 that’s also realllyyyy good, my fave one(crazy to see how amazing his voice still was w the condition he was in at that time) i’m not sure if you heard it but you should check it out!

DARLIN' let me tell you, the '68 versions of Trying to Get to You and Love Me have consumed my SOUL for a long time now and dominate my repeat EP playlist. I feel like he just put his whole ass self on the line in '68 and just gave it every ounce of what he had in all the ways--vocally, emotionally, musically, sexually--everything is just amazing. But those two, in particular, (plus One Night) have a quality to them that is just unspeakably wonderful and sexy as hell. I absolutely LOVE that we have the videos for those performances because he was just a MASTER at working the audience/camera in such an effortless way, it's unparalleled really.

I hadn't heard/seen the '77 version of Trying to Get to You, so thank you for recommending it! I will be totally honest that it is soooo hard for me to watch anything from '77 (or really anything after '71) because it makes me just so damn sad and he was so incredibly ill, BUT I am continuously amazed at the quality of those last couple performances when I do listen/watch. This one is a great vocal performance. I also loved his joking around at the beginning--his sense of humor was there till the end!

To get a little technical and nerdy, I truly think it is a physical miracle he was able to produce that kind of sound with what his body was going through. I mean, maybe he was having a good day, and for certain he was falling back on years of experience, but holy shit. Any one who sings knows that it takes a lot of effort with your diaphragm and lungs, and we know that between his megacolon, COPD, and state of his heart ALONE, the pressure on those systems had to have been immense. I'm just flabbergasted that he was able to hit those higher notes in chest voice with that kind of power in '77.

What's even more interesting is that his speaking voice is really thin and nasal here, all up in his face, likely because of those physical pressures and it took less effort to speak that way, but in the later 60's and early 70's his speaking voice was deeper, even when he was out of breath. So when he comes out with that power (even though it's a bit more nasal than before), it's really surprising! And he's still super dynamic with the cry in his voice and the way he's using slides so effectively, it's truly a feat.

Elvis was never a technically "perfect" singer and I'm glad for that because he did so many cool things vocally that made him the incredibly unique vocalist that he was. However, I would have LOVED for him to have just even a little more training because the potential he had in his range was immense, which you can really hear in the later years in the way his voice became so operatic. If he'd been well and lived longer, I can only imagine the amazing stuff he would've produced, considering that he was running on empty in '77 and did THAT (and don't even get me started on Unchained Melody 😭).

It is fascinating since we have many recordings/performances throughout his lifetime of the same songs to hear the changes in his voice. I love that we can compare and analyze them. What a gift he was!

Good LORDY, I rambled here, I'm so sorry! Anyway, you have wonderful taste and thank you for the rec, baby!! 💜

[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Music Taste or favorite genre 🎶

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Bruce Wayne:

I like the take of The Batman with Bruce being a loner and staying in the cave and only leaving to patrol. I feel like for my pick that’s still canon but I feel like over the years he’s not as much as a hermit and he’s created the dual personality as Bruce, and Batman. So I think he can evolve his tastes somewhat but I think the kids get a kick out of Old Man Bruce being a Nirvana fanboy 😭.

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songs:

The Man who Sold the World - Nirvana

Suspicious Minds - Elvis Presley

Another One Bits the Dust- Queen

Dick Grayson:

When I think of Dick I think of the 80’s. The wild colors, the crazy hair, hell even the style of clothing I could see him take into his own personal wardrobe. I could see him singing these songs all around his apartment, in the car on long trips and even to just mess with his siblings. He feels a sense of peace and just being a big kid listening to some songs and others he feels that he can relate to some of these songs. I feel like soon one of them will sing along with him.

songs:

Karma Chameleon - Culture Club

Careless Whisper - George Michael

Kids in America - Kim Wilde

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Jason Todd:

I feel like Jason could go multiple ways. One hand I definitely think out of all the kids he would listen to rock music or something along those lines. But I feel like that’s not his favorite, and with him being into literature I see him enjoy classical music too. I think Jason may be misunderstood most of the time and he’s just seen to be this or that but I think he just like what appeals to him at the current time which could be any genre but he has a few songs or works of music he feels nostalgic about especially from his Robin days that he likes a lot.

songs:

Rihannon - Fleetwood Mac

Sonata No. 42 in D Minor- Mozart

2012 - Evolove

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Tim Drake:

When I think of Tim I think of the early 2000’s a lot. Believe it or not Timothy coffee addict Drake was once a skater boi and I of course believe deep down he was obsessed with the Avril Lavigne song. I do think Tim most of the time is in the clouds or really just not mentally presented and not in a bad way. It’s hard to explain because I do it too, and I thinks it’s not to take your thoughts and be free to your favorite songs and I think music can help Timmy decompress a lot especially with the crazy family he loves and deals with daily.

Songs:

Jealous - Eyesdress

Bring Me Back to Life - Evanescence

Freaks - Surf Curse

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Damian Wayne:

Damian is an artist to me and as such I think he’s would prefer to be alone in his room painting or in the gardens sketching away with Alfred the cat next to him. I think deep down Damian has a lot of sadness and hurt inside of him that he doesn’t know how to express. From his mother treating him as a instrument of distraction, his father not having an idea of him being born. And that’s not his fault truly he still feels like he was cheated out of a father and son relationship when he was little. I also think Damian is angry, but not in the typical Damian way. Damian is the baby and will always be compared to his older siblings and why I think he tries or berates them so much is to draws attention away from that insecurity he has. But he has no need because even though the young teen has his demons now he will always find someone a door next to him that can give him advice. That’s if he wants to swallow his pride and ask for the advice.

Songs:

The Scientist- Coldplay

W.D.Y.W.F.M? - The Neighborhood

Mt. Washington - Local Natives

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Stephanie Brown:

The Waffle Warrior, I feel like she’s a Pop kinda girl. More of a 90’s diva kinda girl. I feel like Steph is just more of a brighter being in the family, she likes to pull prank with Jason, she’s constantly working Damian’s nerves but also I feel like deep down the kid respects her as a sister figure even though Bruce hasn’t formally adopted her. Yet! And her friendship with the other Batgirls I love you see it and feel like Steph is the type of girl you meet once and you already feel comfortable around her to spill your troubles to and she’ll listen and give you good advice on your problems. But best of all she has a new place in my heart because I feel like she’s can be look as the underdog,but she’s been a Robin and Batgirl so put some respect to her name please. 😌

Vision of Love - Mariah Carey

What A Girl Wants - Christina Aguilera

Hot Like Fire - Aaliyah, Timberland

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Cassandra Cain:

Cass gives me sporty big sis vibes so I wouldn’t be surprised to find fast pace,or more songs about being on the go. I feel like is like the trendsetter in the family and it’s funny when everyone tries to copy her and it doesn’t have the same feel as her, she naturally does her thing and it works for her. Cass loves her siblings and they know when Cass isn’t messing around. She’s baddie and isn’t afraid to let you know that, Cass often isn’t home or she’s off in the manor practicing ballet or training but she’s doing it in style.

Hot in It- Tiësto, Charli XCX

My Prerogative - Britney Spears

Hot Girl - Megan Thee Stallion

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[sh4tt3rg1rl]

Xeya's Northeast Music Box HCs

So. Northeast music box amirite

Yesterday by The Beatles

dunno abt yall but this song makes me cry my eyes out

i have a little music box with a kitty playing in the grass on it. and it plays this song

ive had that music box since i was a little kid and I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH EVERYONE GO HOME

2. Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley

WEAHHHGGHHH WEAUUGHHHHH 😭💧😭💧😭💧😭😭💧😭💧

3. Duet from OMORI

the gentle theme and feelings of missing someone you loved so much hurt SO BAD

and the feeling of "youll be okay in the end" hidden behind all of the fear and sadness AUFHHHHGHHHHHHH

im a sucker for this game...

4. Goodbye to a World by Porter Robinson

AUGHHHH

i mean... they literally gave life to a world thats their own....

5. Memory from Ib

the fragile tones!!! the feeling of lonliness!!! and how the game is about!!! being lost!!! and having 1 person to be with!!! and other people who you want to trust but cant because they are bad people!!!!

COME ON!!!!! I LOVE IB!!!!

6. It Means Everything from OMORI

ok im ngl this has nothing to do with northeast i just adore this song

also i think northa would like it uvu

7. Lets Go to Heaven by Kikuo

OAUGJHHHGJHHHHH 😭💧😭💧😭😭

8. Light Shower by Melanie Martinez

listening to PORTALS live was prob the best thing ive ever done

this song is about finding peace and purity in a partner and wanting to be with them forever <333333333

9. Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez

this one only really fits for northa but COME ON

MELANIE I LOVE MELANIE

There will be more of these. Trust me. kekeke~ @the-moth-from-elsewhere