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Some of my favorite Elvis songs

CLAMBAKE

2. SNOWBIRD

3. IF YOU TALK IN YOUR SLEEP

4. IF YOU DON'T COME BACK

5. BLUE EYES CRYING IN THE RAIN

6. FAIRYTALE

7. CHANGE OF HABIT

8. CLEAN UP YOUR OWN BACKYARD

9. A THING CALLED LOVE

10. IF I CAN DREAM

My all time favorite Elvis song is "Clambake".

My favorite Elvis movie is "Live a Litttle, Love a Little".

He is so sassy in this movie.

“The image is one thing and the human being is another. It’s very hard to live up to an image.”

Elvis Aaron Presley January 8, 1935 - August 16, 1977

How tf do I make friends when all I think about is Lana lyrics, haircare, skincare, running away, dying mysteriously, the 50s, Elvis and Priscilla, my cat and the tv show Hell's Kitchen?

This is my future I will accept nothing less

Im actually autistic and thought he was autistic bc of that list 😅

Why I think Elvis may have been autistic

First of all, the reason why I am making this post is because @iloveelvis2 has asked for more insight into why I believe Elvis may have been autistic.

Disclaimer: I just want to start out by saying that I am not a doctor or a psychiatrist or any kind of professional. Nor am I definitively saying that Elvis was autistic. We cannot diagnose someone who is not here and who cannot speak for themselves. This post is purely based off of my own personal opinions, lived experiences, and things that I have read about Elvis' life and personality. I am autistic and I also grew up with an autistic sister and father, thus I am using my own lived experiences as a reference point. Remember that autism is a wide-ranging spectrum and can present itself differently in different people, with different symptoms. There is no one lived experience of autism.

This might be a complete mess, but now I am going to list some of the traits that Elvis displayed that leads me to believe he possibly could have been autistic. So here we go.

Stuttering: It is very common for autistic people to have some sort of speech impediment or stutter. We do know that Elvis suffered from having a stutter, especially when he was younger, but it was something he carried with him throughout his life. Elvis himself said in an interview in 1956 that he stuttered when he got excited and had a hard time saying words that started with the letters "w" and "i."

Maintaining a sense of safety, familiarity, and security: Autistic people usually don't like change. We tend to like familiarity and have repetitive behaviors. We don't like outside forces disrupting or coming into our little bubbles. Elvis was the same way. It is well known that Elvis was extremely shy growing up and had trouble making friends. When he got older and as he became famous, he made sure to surround himself with his own group of loyal friends, and quite literally created his own little world and bubble with the famous "Memphis Mafia." These guys gave Elvis a sense of security, safety, and familiarity amid the chaos of his fame. While they were very much needed to help Elvis and provide him with protection for obvious reasons, they also became his entire world. So much so that I have heard countless actors and actresses who worked on Elvis' movies say that it was hard to get to Elvis because his guys were always around him. It was clearly very hard for E to let new people into his life at times, just as it was hard for him to let go of some of the people in his circle who were using him. Autistic people tend to be manipulated easily and taken advantage of by others who see them as an easy target and in spite of it we still keep these people around because we don't like confrontation and don't want to mess with the bubbles we have created. And I think that is exactly what Elvis did in some ways with the Memphis Mafia and the Colonel. Even if he was being taken advantage of, he not only wanted to remain loyal to them, but I think he felt he also would have been lost without them and the transition would have been highly difficult for him.

Repetitive behaviors: This sort of falls hand in hand with number 2. Autistic people usually do not like change and will often develop repetitive behaviors as a way of comforting themselves. One way I can see Elvis having repetitive behaviors is in his eating habits. I have heard countless friends of Elvis talk about how he was not adventurous with his taste (which is common in a lot of autistic people) and that he mainly stuck to the same southern foods he always ate. Yes, this is in part because of how he was raised but he also appeared to have eating cycles. I believe it was Sonny West who talked about a certain food combination Elvis ate repeatedly while he was touring in 1956, and during the last couple years of his life, he claimed that Elvis started "eating like 56' again." Showing that Elvis clearly went through repetitive food cycles. Not only to mention those peanut butter and banana sandwiches he loved to eat that seemed to provide him with so much comfort. Elvis was also known to rewatch movies over and over again. So much so that he would memorize the script and could repeat the dialogue over. It was claimed that he watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail around 35 times and knew every line! He also repeatedly listened to the speeches of MLK Jr. and could recite them back.

Regulating emotions: Most autistic people have problems regulating their emotions and Elvis was clearly the same way. He was highly impulsive and all over the place. His friends and family have talked about how his emotions would swing up and down and if he was upset or mad, they would make sure to stay away from him. Elvis was also known to get upset and fire people, only to rehire them after he cooled back down again.

Sensory issues: A lot of autistic people have sensory issues (including myself, it is an absolute hell). Elvis clearly showed signs of having sensory issues. For example, we know that he hated the smell of fish so bad that he banned fish from Graceland. He also had to have his room and hotel rooms at a certain temperature, usually very cold. There are several instances of him leaving and changing hotels because his room was not as cold as he wanted it to be. He also had a sensitivity to light. But that one is probably due more to his glaucoma in his eyes. But he also had problems with certain textures in food and had to have his meals prepared a specific way in order for him to eat it. For example, he only wanted to eat bacon and eggs if they were practically burned to a crisp. He also ate other specific combinations of food that many people would normally find repulsive.

Sleeping: Like many autistic people, throughout his life, Elvis had problems sleeping. He used to take sleeping pills in order to sleep, and his sleep patterns were not normal, as he was very nocturnal. now this in part was due to his lifestyle, but a lot of autistic people are naturally very nocturnal.

Stimming: Autistic people usually need to stim or fidget to help calm their nerves. Elvis was the same way. He was always moving and fidgeting, and he even said that he took up smoking because it was something he could do with his hands because he couldn't keep still.

Anxiety and digestion: A lot of autistic people have really bad anxiety and thus many autistic people suffer with massive digestion issues. While there are a lot of various medical reasons that could be at play, it is well known that Elvis had problems with his digestion throughout his entire life.

Special interests: Autistic people are well known for having special interests. Things we are interested in that we tend to become obsessive over. We love to immerse ourselves in these special interests and Elvis was no different. Elvis had many different special interests. He loved reading, religion/the Bible, spirituality, karate, football, Captain Marvel Jr., and he even immersed himself in those worlds. He incorporated his love of karate into his performances, had some of his jumpsuits designed after his favorite comic superhero, Captain Marvel Jr., even used Captain Marvel Jr.'s lightning symbol as the symbol for his TCB logo. His friends also said that he always watched football on TV wearing a football helmet because he wanted an immersive experience.

Attention to detail and hyper focus: A lot of autistic people are known for their attention to detail and hyperfocus. Their ability to tune into something, especially if it's something they love. I think we can apply this to Elvis and his music. Yes, Elvis was passionate about music, but he also had an uncanny ability to be able to listen to music and know precisely just how to arrange it. I have heard several members of his friends and band mates talk about how, despite the fact that Elvis never learned how to read music, he had an ear for arranging the music and was so hyper focused that he could come up with amazing music arrangements on the spot. He was also known for learning entire songs after hearing them only once.

Final thoughts:

Wow that was way longer than I intended it to be! I hope it's not too much of a rambling mess. Anyway, those are just some of the reasons why I believe Elvis could have been autistic. There are more reasons I could list but this post would turn into a book, and I would need to do more research for that. I just want to close by restating that all of this is just my own personal opinion and that we cannot and should not diagnose people we don't personally know, especially famous people who are no longer alive. Whether or not Elvis was on the spectrum, we will never know for sure. But I hope this post gets you thinking about the ways we view autism in our society today and how our expectations of what autism looks and acts like has changed as time has gone on. The possibility of Elvis Presley, the "king of rock n roll" being autistic does a wonderful job of challenging societies definition of what it means to be autistic. There has been such a stigma around autism, but the thought that Elvis himself could have possibly been a member of our community brings me a sense of comfort.

Title: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬 Warnings: sexual content, p in v sex, unprotected sex, semi-public setting, possessive behavior, praise kink, 1960!E.P, riding/lap!riding

The trailer door slammed shut behind him, rattling in its frame. You barely gave him time to take off his army jacket before pushing him onto the couch and straddling his lap, the G.I. Blues costume still clinging to him like a second skin. “Woah! Well, hey there, darlin’,” Elvis drawled, “Miss me that bad?” he tilted his head a bit, rubbing his thumbs over your hips.

You rolled your hips against him, making him groan low in his throat. “You were gone too long.”

He tilted his head, eyes flicking down to where your skirt was already hitched around your hips. His hands gripped your thighs possessively. “Lord, sugar. Ain’t even got my boots off yet.”

You caught his bottom lip between your teeth and whispered, “Then keep them on.”

He growled—low and rough—before thrusting up to meet your grind, his fingers dug into your waist like he could brand himself into your skin, he helped you take down your panties, and he unzipped his fly, pulling out his semi-hard cock and gave it a couple of heavy strokes, before slowly helping you inch down on his dick, until he was all the way inside you, a moan being torn from your throat.

“Good Lord,” he muttered, watching you bounce with a hungry gaze, “look at you—takin’ me so damn good.”

"Ha- Elvis-" You moaned his name, breathy and broken. Your thighs were already beginning to tremble and burn and Elvis noticed it the moment your rhythm faltered, your breath hitched more from strain than pleasure. A crooked, boyish smile tugged at his lips as he leaned in, voice thick and teasing against your ear. “Burnin’ out on me already, honey?” he murmured, hands sliding from your hips to cup your ass, grounding you.

You whimpered, trying to keep moving, but your legs were giving out. He chuckled, deep and low, before shifting his hips beneath you, planting his boots firm against the trailer floor. “That’s alright,” he drawled, voice dipped in syrup and sin, “I got'cha.”

Without warning, he took over—grabbing your hips and began helping you bounce on his cock, each thrust sharp, hungry. His pelvis slapped up into you with every bounce he controlled, and your head fell forward against his shoulder, overwhelmed.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he panted, nuzzling your neck, breath hot and heavy, “just let me do the work now. Let me take care o' you.”

His grip tightened. Your moans turned breathless, helpless, as he drove his cock deeper, faster. “Elvis— I'm gonna—” you gasped.

“I know, sugar,” he rasped, his grip never faltered—one arm locked around your waist, the other guiding your hips down harder, slower now, grinding you down on his thick cock.

The sound of your slick skin meeting him, drowning out even the distant chatter from the set outside. “Look at'cha,” he murmured against your throat, placing open-mouthed kisses along your pulse. “Makin’ a pretty mess all over my cock.”

You couldn’t answer—not with the way he rolled his hips up into you, deliberate and deep. Your cunt tightened around him, desperate for more.

He groaned at the sting, the vibration of it making you clench. “Christ, baby...” he breathed, voice shaking now. “You’re squeezin’ me like that and expectin’ me ta keep it together?”

Your body jerked as he angled just right, stars exploding behind your eyes. “Elvis—please—”

He pulled back enough to look at you, sweat-slicked curls clinging to his forehead, blue eyes locked onto yours. “Come on, then,” he whispered hoarsely, “let go f’r me, sweet girl. Come all over my cock.”

With one more thrust, sharp and perfect, he pulled you down flush—and you came on his cock with his name on your tongue.

Your body trembled in his arms, every muscle slack with release. Elvis held you close, chest rising fast beneath your cheek. Then, with a strangled groan, he pulled out of you just in time, his cock slipped free slick and aching, twitching against his stomach.

“Goddamn,” he hissed, hand stroking himself once, twice, until he spilled hot against his skin, his cock slowly softening against the crook of your thigh. “That was too close.”

You blinked up at him, dazed and breathless. “Sorry—”

He cut you off with a kiss, slow and deep. “Don’t be, baby,” he murmured against your lips, voice husky. “Dyin’ ta be inside ya, just… not without a plan.”

"Forget Me Never" (1960/1961/1965)

Recorded November 7, 1960 at Radio Recorders, Hollywood, for the motion picture "Wild In The Country" (1961).

Album: "Elvis For Everyone". Released on July 19, 1965.

If I should go, forget me never Please say that you'll remember me I pray the dreams we share together Will shine on in your memory

Each time a star falls out of heaven It leaves the sky a deeper blue So if we part, forget me never And don't forget my love for you

And don't forget my love for you.

Lyrics: Fred Wise/Ben Weisman. Guitar: Scotty Moore, Tiny Timbrell, Elvis Presley. Bass: Myer Rubin. Drums: D.J. Fontana. Piano: Dudley Brooks. Accordion: Jimmie Haskell. Vocals: The Jordanaires.

November 1960. Elvis clowning around with saxman Boots Randolph on the set of "Wild in the Country", probably.

August 25, 1960. RCA photo shoot for publicity stills at the Beverly-Wilshire Hotel. Photos by Don Cravens.

Idk why, but man, he'd look so handsome with his hair graying. I wish he gave a chance for his hair to stay undye, but too bad he dyed his hair whenever the dye dies out

I wonder when Elvis started going gray…🤔 I know he had white hair by the end of his life…but idk like what’s considered the average age. I suppose it’s impossible to really know as he almost always dyed his hair😭

This is how Elvis reacted to gospel music. His reaction is how we react to his music.

♥

I love dad elvis, I wish there's more photos of him being on dad mode

Him being all attentive with children is my weakness.

The man of my dreams and his perfect tan.

Elvis Presley

ELVIS PRESLEY. (1) The Ed Sullivan Show, 3rd appearance (January 6, 1957); (2) '68 Comeback Special (aired on December 3, 1968). Guitar Man Production Number.

HIS.

early60s!elvis x reader

an: hihi! this is my first time writing smut and posting it. this is just a little tease.. hope u like c:

cw: NSFW. using fingers for unholy tingz..

it was as if he could sense your slight uncertainty when he whispered, "let me do all the work princess."

his warm, strong hands groped your rear, causing you to slip out a moan. you yearned for him and his warmth; he was your drug, and you were willing to dissipate all your energy and soul to be with him.

you were his.

feeling him rub you through your underwear, you gasped. a simple touch from him could ignite the flame within you. he gently laid you down on the bed.

slyly grinning at your neediness, he spat, "such a needy girl, aren't ya, baby?" in response, you mewled. his voice sent shivers down your spine and gave you butterflies in your stomach.

lowering your panties, he sucked in a breath once he saw your wetness. he slowly dipped two fingers in, causing you to moan as your fluids quickly coated his fingers. his long fingers slightly stretched your hole as they teasingly slipped in and out of you.

a low growl came from his throat as he heard your slight whining, he unziped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. pre-cum leaked from his pink tip, and you were practically salivating at the glorious sight.

"wait," you whispered, "will it fit?" he smirked at your shy tone and concerned face.

his slight southern accent melted onto his words as he lowly said, "it'll fit, honey, you're made for it."

This man… ❤️❤️❤️❤️

😍😍

Look at his eyes and face. He is so handsome. 🔥🔥❤️❤️