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August 23, 1969:

Elvis performed dinner and midnight shows at the International Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. He wore the Black Herringbone suit with Red Pleats at the dinner show, and he wore the White Herringbone suit at the midnight show.

Photos: (1-3) Elvis backstage with fans at the International Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada; August 23, 1969. (4) Elvis backstage at the International Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada; August 23, 1969. (5-6) Elvis on stage at the International Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada, in the White Herringbone suit (midnight show); August 23, 1969.

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"ᴇʟᴠɪꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴜʀ" (ᴍɢᴍ, 1972) — ᴅɪʀ. ᴘɪᴇʀʀᴇ ᴀᴅɪᴅɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏʙᴇʀᴛ ᴀʙᴇʟ

ELVIS PRESLEY IS THE G.O.A.T. ⚡

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Elvis during the 1973 Elvis Summer Festival at the Las Vegas Hilton Hotel (August 6th - September 3rd 1973). Photographer Laurens van Houten.

"You had to watch him because he was a very good director. He might just decide to stop the song or something like that. The eye contact was very good. He sort of keyed off the guitar. He loved certain licks that I would play. If I would leave them out he'd miss it. Musically you had to know where he was at. You had to pay attention at all times. If you'd look away, you might lose your place in the show. it was interesting, because he never did the same thing twice."

James Burton, Elvis’ lead guitarist from 1969 to 1977. Source: Book "Caught In A Trap" by Arjan Deelen and Laurens van Houten.

Second picture on this last row is Elvis and James Burton onstage.

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"He was very easy to sit down and talk to, and we'd talk about just everything іп the world. He was a very good listener. He loved to tell stories, he loved to hear stories, he just loved to hang out with the boys and have a real good time. He felt real comfortable once we'd get behind closed doors, lock the door, nobody's coming in. We were all lil Southern boys, you know, so we could just be ourselves. Laugh and have a great time." Glen D. Hardin.

Elvis during the 1973 Elvis Summer Festival at the Las Vegas Hilton Hotel. Photographer Laurens van Houten.

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Elvis Presley Rare UnseenTill Now! B/W Candid Photo’s At Rehearsals Here At The International Hotel On The 7th Of August In 1970.Preparing Here For The Elvis Presley Summer Festival And Filmed By MGM Camera’s For Elvis Thats The Way It Is Live On Stage At The International Hotel In Vegas Nevada

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THE NEW BAZ LUHMANN ELVIS FILM...

I just realized it. This new movie Baz Luhrmann is baking for us... it's gonna have never-seen-before footage of both Elvis documentaries released in 1970 and 1972, right? Looking at pictures taken while TTWII was being filmed, pictures that I've never seen any footage of the same moments anywhere, I wonder if any of those moments are gonna be shown on this 2025 new Elvis film. I'm so excited to find out! I hope there is more goofy moments of him for us to appreciate. I'm really counting on it, besides some songs we've never seen him performing live, hopefully. Some of those moments are the ones in the pictures posted here. This rehearsal E was wearing a blue puffy sleeves shirt and this one where he's joking with the 'Elvis Summer Festival' hat. I hope they were filming this... I really, really do.

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dreaming about my own personal Elvis Summer Festival

we’ll go surfing

get physically active in all kinda ways

and enjoy the gorgeous view

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See, it really shouldn't be this sexy.

currently thinking about Elvis with a choker...

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NINA HAYES & AWAN BITSUI Duster (2025) Ep. 3 - You're no good

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I like that they can share something so deeply and find kinship.

Nina x Awan Fanfic - Between the Strands

Chapter 2: Defiant Roots

Nina was curled against the armrest of Awan’s couch with a book when he wandered out of his bedroom carrying a pillow. He dropped it onto her lap, then sprawled out, settling his head comfortably on it.

She arched a brow, pretending to be annoyed. “This better not be a long nap.”

Awan chuckled, his voice warm against her. “Not even taking a nap… just want to be close to you.”

Nina rolled her eyes, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. Awan grinned, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small leather pouch, untied it, and popped a piece of dried antelope into his mouth. After chewing quietly for a moment, he broke off another strip and held it out toward her.

Nina hesitated, eyeing it with suspicion, then plucked it from his palm. “Thank you,” she said softly. She nibbled at the dried antelope, letting the rich, earthy flavor linger on her tongue before meeting his gaze.

Awan’s eyes held hers. “Not that bad after all, huh?”

“Hmm… maybe not.” Nina smiled, then returned to her book. Without thinking, her free hand drifted down, fingers threading into the dark strands of his hair. She combed through them slowly, almost absentmindedly, yet fully aware of how close he was.

Awan’s eyes fluttered shut at the touch, his body sinking deeper into the couch, into her. A quiet hum of contentment rumbled in his chest.

“You ever think about cutting it?” Nina asked suddenly, still reading. Her tone was casual, but her fingers never stopped moving.

His eyes opened, drifting to the ceiling. “Every time I walk into the Bureau.”

“That bad?”

“They’d prefer me to look like everyone else. Short, neat. Easier to pass for one of them.”

He let out a breath. “And I know how to do it. For almost my first two years of college, I kept it cropped close. Not because I hated it. Not because I was ashamed.”

His voice dipped lower. “But because I wanted people to feel comfortable around me. Professors. Classmates. Even my own girlfriend at the time. I wanted to seem safe.”

The word landed heavy in the space between them.

Her hand stilled for just a moment in his hair before she resumed the gentle motion. “I wish you never had to feel that way,” she murmured. “Like you had to make yourself small for other people”

Awan’s throat worked as if he might say something, but instead he closed his eyes again, leaning into her touch, letting the quiet carry the weight of her words.

“But… that sounds too familiar.”

His eyes found hers.

“When I was a girl, my mom pressed my hair straight every Sunday. Said it looked ‘neater,’ more respectable. My teachers called it ‘professional’ if it was smooth enough. But this...” she lifted her hands, brushing lightly through her afro “was never meant for a courtroom, an office, or even school. Not if I wanted to be taken seriously, not in a world still learning to accept Black hair in its natural state.”

Awan’s gaze sharpened, the truth of it hitting deep.

“And now?” he asked quietly.

“Now?” Nina’s smile was small but sure. “Now I wear it because it’s mine. Because it tells the truth, even when people don’t want to see it, even at the Bureau.”

“That’s the same reason I grew mine out again. The long hair was never just style. My grandmother told me it holds memory, spirit. The Bureau, the world outside, they’d rather I cut it off and play nice. But…”

He paused, then reached up, catching her hand and pressing it back into his hair. “It’s not theirs to take.”

Her fingers curled into the strands, grounding him. She studied him a moment, her voice low. “Then let them read it as what it is. Defiance. Pride. Survival.”

For a long while, they just held each other’s gaze, the weight of what they’d shared humming between them. Then Awan closed his eyes again, leaning into her fingers, feeling the resolve in him harden, his hair, his spirit, his truth, no one else’s to claim.

Between the Strands - Chapter 2 - ThreadedInFeelings - Duster (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

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it’s 1981 and you’re in the city getting chased by corrupt cops👮🏻‍♂️

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one of his many endearing mannerisms:

biting his bottom lip in the cutest way 🖤

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He's like a wild yet skittish animal coming in close to you to investigate and sniff your face.

Elvis and Susan Henning in the '68 Comeback Special outtakes

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Happy December 3rd

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