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Hi Ross!

Elvis Presley on the set of Girls! Girls! Girls!; 1962.

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Jackie Kennedy with her granddaughter Rose

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Cut take.

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The Cadillac was gifted to Myrna Smith, Elvis's dear friend and a member of the King's legendary backup singers.

The Cadillac is featured in the documentary 200 Cadillacs, including an interview with Myrna Smith detailing the evening Elvis bought her the car.

One night in Memphis, Elvis and Myrna were exploring the Madison Cadillac dealership after hours when Elvis asked Myrna, "What is your favorite color?" Noticing his blue eyes, she replied, "Blue." Using a flashlight, Elvis located this blue Cadillac in the closed dealership and purchased it as a special gift for her. Myrna personalized the Cadillac with the Tennessee license plate LDYBLU ("Lady Blue") and proudly drove the vehicle throughout the time she performed with Elvis.

Elvis enjoyed giving gifts, no novelty, but did you know he was very thoughtful with the gifts he gave? It wasn't just about buying stuff and throwing them at people like "Ugh, there, enjoy. Don't say I didn't do anything for ya." He wanted to make sure they really liked the gifts, so he picked them with care. That I'm saying based on something I heard Jo Smith sharing. He choose the colors for the gifts, specially to women, considering what he thought would look good on them specifically… something that matched the color of their eyes, skin tone, and so forth. He studied the meaning of colors too, and sometimes his gifts, like jewelry, would come in colors that had a meaning. For instance, the purple color had a healing energy.

Source: "EFM: Elvis Fans Matter" Youtube channel. Video: "Why did Vernon Choose 50 Years for the Autopsy to be Sealed?" published on May 7, 2025.

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BALLERINA GIRL(S) | 1937

The American Negro Ballet Company formed in 1934 under the auspices of Eugene Von Grona, a German immigrant. Originally composed of thirty African-American jazz dancers, the company focused on serious modern dance.

via @jcapeverde

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file -> phrases that are going to shift something in me forever

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Oh I really liked that clothing transition in the beginning.

Good Night Elvis Girls!

Theme 773: the things I'd do

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Ann-Margret in Murderers’ Row (1966)

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Carla Brait in Torso (1973) dir. Sergio Martino

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Yummy yummy yummy, in my tummy tummy tummy - dark menacing eyes Austin, I will take any day of the week

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softlispoken here! whenever you had time, wanted to request some soft fluff between austin!elvis and black reader. like a first kiss or first date or something. something soft and fluffy <3

One for the Road

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x black fem oc (Josephine)

Warnings: none. It’s all fluffy and sweet 50s elvis

Requested: Yes @softlispoken (thank you for the request)

He shouldn’t be over here. She knows that he knows that; yet here he is, in her apartment.

She should’ve tidied up. Then again, she wasn’t expecting America’s new star to give her a ride home, and in that obnoxiously pink Cadillac.

Josephine works at a suit and tailoring spot that B.B King frequents. She remembers the buzz that came over the store when B.B brought in his friend, Elvis Presley. She remembers intense eye contact working in tandem with a sweet smile when B.B introduced them. God, she was a goner.

She’s a guarded, skeptical person, and rightfully so. Not used to throwing caution to the wind like she is now. Like she’s been doing since she’s met him.

Flowers were set to her work, letters and phone calls were exchanged, and way too many suits were bought then specially tailored by her. And now they’re sitting here, tranquil silence except for the The Platters singing in the background.

She’s tucked into his side, his arm secure around her.

“Y’know I can bring you something back from the road,” he says softly. Josephine smiles, typical Elvis.

“Just come back in one piece. Oh and one of those New York City shirts, you know the ones with the Empire State Building on it!”

His laugh rings out in her tiny apartment.

“I can do both of those things for you baby”

Baby

They had taken things slow. Painfully slow according to her friends. They haven’t even… kissed yet.

A part of Josephine wonders if that bothers him. If it does, he’s done a good job not showing it. Elvis is the picture of a southern gentlemen. He’s been patient but also charming and cheeky.

He’s about to go on the road and it hits her how attached she’s become over the past few weeks. A sudden urge to let him know how much she’s appreciated this time.

It stays on her mind the entire time he’s over. While he’s explaining how nervous he is, and while she tries to tries to teach him how to put a thread through a needle in one try.

The thoughts in her head reach a fever pitch as she walks him to the door.

“We have to get on the road early morning, but if I have time I could sw-“

Josephine cuts him off by grabbing his tie and pulling him down, pushing her lips onto his.

Elvis groans in her mouth. Her back is against the wall next to her door and when she feels how soft his ops are, she wonders why she never did this sooner.

It isn’t till she feels his lips working down her neck that she snaps out of the trance.

“Y-you need to get some rest,” she pants softly and she receives is a hum of agreement but he makes no effort to leave her neck.

“Mr. Presley”

He lets out another groan. With a smile, he presses his forehead to hers

“You’re drivin’ me crazy. You know that right?”

Josephine simply giggles. That’s normally his job, making people lose their minds.

“Just think about it,” her voice low, “The quicker you leave here, the earlier you can wake up, and the more time you have to come see me tomorrow morning.”

His grin gets bigger and he nods, taking her up on that plan. She watches him walk down the hallway, fighting a laugh when he turns back and winks at her.

Josephine walks back into the apartment knowing she’s going to dream of blue eyes, pink suits, and soft lips.

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Flew too Close to the Sun Masterlist

Pairing: Austin!elvis x black fem oc (Faye)

Summary: The Williams Sisters, best known for their gospel music, have been plucked from Motown Records to sing backup for Elvis during his time at the International Hotel. Despite the other girls reservations, Faye thought this is just the break they need to pivot their sound. After Priscilla leaves, Elvis seeks comfort in Faye. Chaos and mind games ensue.

Warnings: 18+ content, manipulation, age gap, power imbalance, jealousy, gaslighting if you squint… elvis is just kind of a mess in this

Blog masterlist

Meets the sisters

Part 1 (8/19/22)

Part 2 (8/29/22)

Part 3 (9/23/22)

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Flew too Close to the Sun: Meet the girls

A/N: I thought it would be fun to sort of introduce the Williams Sisters, and give some facts about them. Just to have something people can go back and look at if they’re new to the series. The moodboard is just some inspo pics. Aesthetic wise I see them most like the three degrees/the supremes, especially after they start working in Vegas and move away from gospel music. I’ll definitely add to this as time goes on. Here’s the fic Masterlist

The Williams Sisters were all born in Mobile, Alabama before the family moved to Detroit, Michigan when the girl were younger

The order of their births are: Shirley, Dawn, then Faye (our main character)

During the start of FTCTTS, Shirley is 29, Dawn is 27, Faye is 23

The girls began singing together in the church, became like local celebrities for their beautiful harmonies

They got signed to Motown Records 1963 in after being heard by Barry Gordy himself. Gordy wanted to add a secular sound to label

Pre signing, the girls went to school and worked the odd but all dreamed of being singers

They released two successful gospel albums pre FTCTTS

Shirley and Dawn both have relationships back in Detroit

Faye is the one that wants the girls to branch out to a different, more modern sound

Shirley and Dawn both see themselves starting families soon… which scares Faye lol

Faye is the baby of the family and has been treated as such

If Faye is the baby used to getting what she wants, Shirley is the kind mothering type while Dawn is the outspoken, stubborn one

They’re all Elvis fans (Dawn is a closet one lol)

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Flew too Close to the Sun (part 1)

Pairing: austin!elvis x black fem oc (Faye)

Summary: With a chance of a lifetime on the line, Faye convinces her sisters going Vegas is the right choice. The Williams Sisters meet Elvis. (Wc: 1292)

Warnings: Allusions to cheating, that's basically it

Fic Masterlist

Blog Masterlist

Meet the sisters

A/N: Hiiii. I’m so excited to get this series underway. This is my first multi part work. I’m planning on it being 5 parts in total but ideas/changes always come to me so it could more or it could be less. I also have other Elvis ideas that I hope to post while this series goes on. Just some house keeping things: this starts during 1971/1972 and and he’s like 36/37. Also I expect the other parts to be longer, this is just laying ground work. Also this work will be a mixture of my interpretation of the movie plus my interpretation of the real Elvis. As always, please reblog, like, and follow if you see something you enjoy.

The room is eerily quiet, which is not typical for the Williams Sisters when they are together. This is Faye’s fault; she knows that, but frankly she’s trying to find a reason to feel guilty. They’re going to be singing back for Elvis Presley and it’s all because of her. Answering yes to the opportunity on the behalf of the group was a selfish, but Faye is always willing to admit she’s selfish when it comes to their career.

“You’ve done a lot of dumb stuff, but this takes the cake,” Dawn says somberly, getting up from her seat. “I need to go call Joseph.” 

Picking up on the anger steaming out of Dawn, Faye doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Joseph, their manager, has already worked out flight details. 

Both Faye and Shirley flitch when they hear the door to one of the rooms in their parents’ home slam shut. Thank God mama is not home. She expected Dawn to be upset, she’s never been a fan of surprises. Faye’s brown doe eyes flicker over to meet Shirley’s hazel ones. There are more beats of silence before Shirley breaks the tension.

“She’s not wrong. Not about the dumb thing; it’s just a heads up would’ve been nice.”

Her tone is soft but clearly frustrated, and it makes Faye’s heart sink a bit. She doesn’t know what to say. An apology would probably be a good start, but she’s not sorry. 

“This will be good for us,” she says earnestly. “We all said that we want to broaden our sound. Think about all the people we could meet!” 

“I’m not saying it isn’t a good opportunity. I’m saying it would have been nice to know about it before you said yes.”

Before the conversation between them can continue, Dawn reemerges glaring as she sits back on the coach next to Shirley. Joseph must have told her it’s a done deal. 

“I know how y’all are,” Faye starts, not appreciating the evil eyes she’s getting from Dawn. “It would’ve been this huge back and forth and by the time we came a conclusion, they would’ve gone with some other group.” 

“We’ve done the backup singer thing before, and we all hated it. Why would it be different now?” Shirley pipes up with a skeptical glance.

A slight chill runs up Faye’s spine thinking about that. It was right after they signed with Motown Records, and it was rough to say the least.

“I doubt doing the Chitlin’ Circuit with Pastor Buddy and the Holy Choir is gonna be the same as being in a luxury hotel,” she’s getting exasperated now. Plans have been made and they are leaving for Vegas in a couple of days anyway. “Elvis personally asked for us for this. Apparently, he’s a big fan of ours!”

A snort and an eye roll come from Dawn.

“Yeah, I hear he’s a fan of most women under the age of thirty,” she mumbles fiddling with her ring. Shirley lets out an indignant sound from the back of her throat while Faye scoffs. 

She knows they’re worried about being out west, being away from mama and papa… being away from the men they love. But what is the point of being in the group if they aren’t going to take good opportunities.

“Look, I should’ve told y’all. But think of the world this could open us up to. We could work with different producers, make connections, and meet other artists. At least that’s what the man with the funny accent said on the phone,” Faye says with a confident smile.

The two other girls share a look before Dawn lets out a deep sigh.

“I have wanted to go out west,” she says slowly, and Faye lets out a squeal and jumps up from the loveseat. “But there are conditions. If we do this, we must do it right. No getting distracted, and we run everything by each other from now.” 

Faye nods enthusiastically taking each one their hands.

“I have the best feeling about this!”

The next couple of days were a whirlwind for the girls. Packing, staying goodbye to their parents and loved ones, and preparing for a new chapter. Faye always gets anxiety about going on planes. Or maybe this time it’s the nerves of this opportunity. She doesn’t want her sisters to see her sweat; this was her decision at the end of the day.

“My feet are killing me,” Shirley sighs softly, swaying from foot to foot looking at her heeled boots. They walked in the beautiful theater of The International Hotel with other members of the band and backup. 

“I told you not to wear those expensive death traps to begin with,” Dawn pushes her curls over her shoulder. “Would be nice if we could meet him already.” 

They had been in Vegas for five days now and have met everyone in the staff but the star himself.  

“He’s probably bu-…... oh wow,” Before Faye can finish her sentence, the sound slight commotion, and flashes of red and gold catches everyone’s eye.

It’s a sight to behold, Elvis Presley in the flesh. Adorned in a red pirate shirt, and a flashy belt. The sisters watch him go around and introduce himself to members of the band. Faye’s heart rate rises a bit the closer he gets to them. Despite already enjoying his music, she starts to understand how people can’t get enough him. The fainting, the crying, the fawning; it all makes perfect sense. Being charming will always go far in this business.

“He has quite the presence,” whispers Dawn. Even she sounds a little mystified watching him work a room. “Oh, look alive y’all. He’s coming over here.” 

Faye instinctively brings her hand to her hair, trying to make sure each hair is in its proper place. 

“There they are. The ladies of the hour!”

Faye wishes she could see their faces because she’s sure they look like deer in headlights. Shirley seems to be the first one to break out of the trance and goes to shake his hand.

“It’s so nice meeting you. Thank you for inviting us out here,” Shirley, thank God, is always levelheaded in situations like this. Dawn follows suit in introducing herself, while Faye on the other hand is a bit blinded by his smile.

“Pleasure is all mine darlins’. Big, big fan,” he replies brightly, dazzling blue eyes shift to Faye. “And you must be Faye, the one who asked about the costume budget.” 

Dawn and Shirley both hold in giggles while Faye cringes recounting the conservation she had with Elvis’s manager. She was a bit curious about what they would wear, sue her. She also did not know “the Colonel” would take that note back to his boss.

Sensing her slight embarrassment, he brings her hand up to his lips to kiss it.

“Nothin’ wrong with a woman knowin’ what she wants.”

Oh

“EP! We need to get this show on the road,” a voice from the group of men that came in with him calls out. 

While Faye tries to make sense of the interaction she just had, he politely excuses himself to get rehearsals officially started. The girls are silent for a moment, nothing but the sound of instruments tuning and people mingling flowing between them. Faye catches the look that Dawn and Shirley give each other. She hates that, the innate way they can say so much with just glances at each other.

Faye can’t help but wonder what their eyes are saying to each other. Instead of asking, she pushes those feelings aside and reminds herself how great the next couple of weeks will be. How good they must be.