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Source Elvis Presley In Concert Teri by Hammond-Kincaid

Charleston WV - July 1975. My mom's boss took these and gave us copies

Omg the first one!

I like discussing things with you, guys. It's always nice knowing different opinions on things. So, here it goes my thinking on this... I hope you can share yours too.

Every time I see Elvis doing two specific things with his body my mind goes blank for a little while. I always wanted to know if you feel the same (I have a feeling you do). I never seem to find the 'right opportunity' to address this theme — I don't know why — so here it goes anyway. It's really appealing to me when Elvis inflates his nostrils after he finishes a sentence or he's about to begin a new one, and also when he clenches his jaw and there's the visible bone (or muscle) structure on his exquisite manly face jolting out his cheeks. I know its not just me that pays attention to those details about him, but it's much more common to see the fandom talking either about the long fingers in his hands or his round cute little butt or his sexy grin (those things we frequently hear about). Although i still love those assets on him very much, of course, there's many more parts of his body and the way he moves it that are just as appealing.

Specially the subtle things keep my eyes glued on him.

Like, you know... I recently realized Elvis moves in a certain way when he shrugs in a playful manner. He does the same move (a special kind of shrug to him) during a quick moment on his 'Welcome Home Elvis' episode on 'The Frank Sinatra Timex Show' in 1960, and also during his Astrodome, Houston, TX (1970) press conference. This one-sided shrug:

Isn't it the cutest and also sexiest thing? 🥹

Yes, sexy doesn't mean it has to be explicit or vulgar someway. Elvis actually was sexy in a non-vulgar way - even tho the journalists thought it otherwise in the 50s as we all know.

So, what are yours favorite things about Elvis features - other than the obvious?

There are a lot of little things about him that I find attractive.

Like his facial expressions, I love how expressive his face was.

Elvis: “Oh I don’t know what makes them think that, I think, you know, this gold belt.” *laughs*

My favourite pics of Elvis ❤️

Of course Elvis has a countless number of iconic jumpsuits but the black ones just hit different

george driving like that won’t bring kate middleton home

an intellectual f1 fan: *dislikes max because, he’s used slurs and refused to apologise, he can’t stand when anything doesn’t go his way and throws a strop over it, ignores when his team and fans insight hate and abuse, is a shitty person.*

non intellectual f1 fans, white men and tv pundits: you hate max because he’s winning.

The spectrum to be exact. 🎀

Coriolanus Snow in TBOSAS a summary:

this hair deserved more screentime suzanne collins please we need the extended cut

I need this man biblically.

Time After Time  |  Chapter Three

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader, Tommy Shelby x Original Female Character

Summary: With the men back from the war, you’re busier than ever at the pub. Until one night you finally get a proper introduction to the mystery man.

Warning: language, drinking, smoking, war mention, sex mention

ao3 Link | Catch up on tumblr here

Chapter Three: Do I Wanna Know?

There were so many things you missed about the 21st century. Today, it was the clothes. You missed lounging around in an oversized t-shirt, no bra, and a comfy pair of shorts. 

No such luxury existed in the year 1918. 

You hated constantly wearing long skirts and itchy layers and the fact that everything was just constantly dirty. Sometimes you wanted to cry over how much you’d taken your washing machine for granted. 

Especially after working twelve to eighteen hour days in the bar, surrounded by bodies, and then having to clean up after those bodies at the end of the night. 

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

Every night, you return to the rock on which he died.

His rock. It is where you feel closest to him. Everybody else seems to find solace in the fleeting moments spent with a version of him at Ranteng Utralti, where he is Neteyam and simultaneously, not Neteyam. A cruel merging of both his pure spirit, innocent to his own death and an extension of your memories of him. You, on the other hand, are too preoccupied with lamenting over the new memories with him that cannot be made – there were parts of Neteyam you were yet to discover, parts of him even he was yet to discover. You mourn not only what once was, but also what never was and never will be.