Alien Elvis Obsession

💘 Elvis's first public concert took place on July 30, 1954, at the Overton Park Shell in Memphis, Tennessee. 💘

This event is often considered a pivotal moment in music history. Elvis was the opening act for country singer Slim Whitman. They even spelled his name wrong on the flyer - if you look it up, it says "Ellis Presley" 😭😂

During this concert, Elvis performed songs like “That’s All Right, Mama” and “Blue Moon of Kentucky,” which showcased his unique blend of music. His energetic performance and distinctive style left a lasting impression on the audience, marking the beginning of his rise to fame. He performed there a few times in the 50s.

Today, you can visit the Overton Park Shell and stand on the same stage Elvis once did! It's free to visit but you can also buy tickets for an official tour! Happy Elvis adventure-ing!

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✨⚡ Elvis Presley - the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll - and David Bowie - the Starman - are forever connected ⚡✨

David once said that Elvis was his hero. I wanted to share some quotes from David talking about Elvis and how Elvis influenced him over his life.

The fact that they never got to officially meet or work together as Elvis wanted breaks my heart into a million pieces. *Sigh*

Did you know David originally wanted Elvis to sing 'Golden Years'? Just imagine!!!!

Both icons. Both legends. Love them both forever!

Edit by me! 🪩

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#ElvisPresley #DavidBowie #MusicLegends #RockAndRoll #Starman

Elvis Presley lived IN black neighborhoods, particularly the black Park Hill neighborhood in Tupelo. The litlle family lived on the commercial fringes of the "'cross the tracks" famous black ghetto called Shake Rag but not in the residential part of it. They lived behind a Shake Rag business, basically in a shed - just one payment from homelessness.

Juneteenth, 1956, at the Memphis Fairgrounds

And then - and no one knows how, they somehow found their way to "The Hill." There were about 3 or 4 "dogrun" style two-family houses designated "white" and they rented half of one of them. It had hot and cold running water! A first for Elvis and his parents. Only one unusual white boy visited him there, ever. Elvis' little running buddies "on The Hill" were all black. 11, 12 and 13 year-old little boys. They went to the movies together (and SAT together! Elvis literally "jumped Jim Crow" by jumping over the railing that separated black and white: he'd sit on the floor with the sticky soda and candy all over it.) They played baseball together, played marbles, wrestled, gently teased each other, had nicknames - totally different from his less than happy school experience with the white kids - but he had to go there. He couldn't go to the school his friends went to. It was against the law then.

Elvis at 12, when he lived on The Hill

The first time Elvis Presley ever played piano was in a house in the Park Hill section. He knew a little girl named Janice Scales whose family invited him in. He was drawn to the piano like a magnet and tried to play it. Elvis went to black gospel tent revivals when he lived there and listened to live blues at the black Elks Club on The Hill. He learned a lot also on the porch of Mayhorn's Grocery which now has an official city plaque noting that Elvis and his little guitar were there. It's still standing but is no longer a grocery. And he snuck peeks through the windows at Saturday night fish frys and juke joints in Shake Rag according to local musician, the late Charles "Bo" Clanton. None of the other boys were with him; it was forbidden.

Several kids who lived there went on to be community leaders. Willie Pooch was a very talented bluesman who remembered playing baseball with Elvis, Robert Jameison - who had happy memories of playing marbles with Elvis, became a prominent minister and was involved in the Civil Rights Movement. Dr. Walter A. Zuber was a well-known black medical doctor in that area of the state. His daughter, Dr. Etta Zuber Falconer¹ went on to much greater fame. She made history as one of the first black women to get a Ph.D. in Mathematics, among her many other accolades.² She was just a couple of years older than Elvis and had to have known him at least for a brief time because her dad treated the family as a physician. She sadly was stricken with pancreatic cancer and passed away at only 68.

Another friend, probably Elvis' bestie there, was Sam Bell, who is kind of the unofficial historian of the historic Park Hill neighborhood. It's gone now, torn down and grown over for an Interstate highway. There's a log that marks the spot where Elvis and his parents lived. Nothing is written on the log. It might have been a happy accident of nature. Or someone may have placed it there.

The Presleys had to move because Elvis' daddy was running white lightning to make the rent money. He had to get the heck out of Mississippi. They then moved to Memphis. Quickly.

There's an old blues phrase that went "the only thing I did wrong/Was stay in Mississippi a day too long." Another story for another day. His daddy always did what he had to do to feed his little boy and his wife. From the beginning it wasn't easy.

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¹Dr. Etta Zuber Falconer went to college at age 15. So she would have known him only briefly. She was obviously very studious - and a girl. She wasn't playing baseball and marbles at 14. She was studying trigonometry.

²https://www.maa.org/programs-and-communities/member-communities/maa-awards/lecture-awards/awm-maa-falconer-lectures/etta-zuber-falconer

Much credit to Giacomo (Jay) Viviano for many details. ©Giacomo Viviano, 2020-2021, All Rights Reserved.

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©Robin Markowitz, 2021, All Rights Reserved.

note: some dialogue from linda thompson’s ‘a little thing called life’ + requested / warnings: MDNI, teasing, big daddy being big daddy, innocent playing turning sexual, oral f-receiving, fingering, p in v sex, elvis being goofy. / summary: elvis wants to make sure you love him, even when he’s ‘toothless’.

“Honey, Honey, come look,” Elvis yells from the bathroom, and you roll over in bed- sitting your book down on your chest. “What is it?” You yell back, and you can hear Elvis chuckling to himself. He’s in a bathrobe, a dark red one with ‘EP’ engraved in gold on the left breast, you can see his stomach bouncing slightly as he laughs. You notice how careful he is to keep his mouth shut like he’s hiding something. Walking over to the bed he sits on it, not saying a word, a silly smirk across his face. “Elvis, what is it?” You giggle out, shaking your head. He lets out a laugh before opening his mouth wide. “Lookie er’..” He says and you lean up close to his mouth, noticing the crown he’d always worn on one of his teeth was gone. “Elvis! What happened?” You asked, grabbing his face and turning it side to side, seeing if he had lost other teeth. “What’s wrong, honey? Don’t like it?” He laughs, sliding your hands off his face. You can’t help but laugh at him a little, sure, you’re worried about what he’s gonna do about the whole situation– but he looks so cute. “No, Elvis it’s-it’s just surprising!” You stammer. Elvis lays down on his side, moving the book off your chest. “C’mere honey, give me sum’ love.” he coos, talking like a full-blown hillbilly. “Give ol’ toothless Elvis some sugar.” He says, crawling over top of you making obnoxious kissy sounds as he covers your face in kisses. “Elvis! Stop that!” You laugh as Elvis kisses your nose. “Dontcha’ love me no more babydoll?” He asks, still talking hick. “You know I love you but you’re all over me!” You say, pushing your hands against his chest. Elvis pulls back, feigning hurt, “I like bein’ toothless. I wanna see if ya really love me.” Diving back in he kisses you on the lips this time, a small sweet kiss. “If you love me lookin’ like this.” He opens his mouth wide, showing it off. “Pfft! Elvis, honey please!” You laugh aloud and Elvis pauses for a moment before his hands start grabbing on your hips, squeezing and tickling you. Elvis grins wickedly, his fingers digging into your sides, making you squeal and squirm beneath him. "Oh, honey, I ain't givin' up that easy." He winks, his hands continuing their assault, making you giggle uncontrollably. "Now, tell me, honey, where does it tickle the most?" He asks, his voice laced with amusement. "Here?" He trails one hand up to your ribcage, making you gasp and try to wiggle away. "Or maybe... here?" His other hand moves lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making you shiver. “Think I found a spot, hm?” He coos, moving his head down to your thigh, kissing it softly. “Elvis…” You whisper and he leans up smiling at you, making sure to show all his teeth. He crawls back up to your face, “Whatsa’ matter, baby?” He asks, a hand sliding up your nightgown.

You blush, biting your lip as you look up at him. "Elvis, we shouldn't... it’s too late.." you murmur, trying to sound convincing despite the butterflies in your stomach. "But... but what if I promise to be gentle?" He whispers, his hand inching higher, his thumb brushing against your panties. "And what if I promise to make it worth your while?" He adds, leaning in to nuzzle your neck, his breath hot on your skin. "Mm, baby..I can’t say no to you" you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "Good," he growls softly, his hand slipping inside your panties, finding you already wet and ready for him. "Oh, honey…" He slides a finger inside you, making you gasp, his thumb circling your clit. “Ya do like me like this.” He snickers and you groan. Elvis smirks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he continues to tease you. "Mmm, I knew you couldn't resist this toothless charm," he whispers, adding another finger, stretching you. “E-Elvis..be serious..” You beg and he begins pumping in and out of you. " I wanna hear it, honey. Tell me you’ll love me no matter what." His gaze is intense.  "Say it, baby," he demands, his voice hoarse with desire. "Tell me you love me, even without my tooth.” His face is dead serious, it makes no sense with how silly he sounds. You moan, writhing beneath him, your body aching for more. "I-I love you, Elvis," you pant, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Even when you're toothless'' You feel so embarrassed, he’s usually not so goofy doing stuff like this, you know you probably look like a tomato. Elvis’ fingers work on you, pumping in and out as his thumb circles your clit, the pressure building up in your stomach is unbearable. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Elvis slowly slides down your body, his fingers leaving your warmth, much to your dismay. But he doesn't stop there; instead, he hooks his fingers under the hem of your nightgown, pulling it up and over your head, leaving you bare except for your damp panties. "Elvis... what are you doing?" You ask, a hint of nervousness in your voice, as you watch him settle between your legs, his broad shoulders pushing your thighs apart. "Shh, baby, trust me..." He murmurs, his gaze locked onto yours as he leans down, his warm breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh.  Before you can respond, Elvis hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and discarding them to the floor. You feel a blush spreading across your cheeks as he exposes you completely, you were so close there was no way you’d last long. "Goddamn, honey, you're beautiful..." He growls, his voice gruff as he leans in, his tongue darting between your folds. "And you taste even better..." 

Your back arches off the bed as Elvis settles in, his tongue exploring every inch of you, his lips and mouth working in tandem to bring you pleasure beyond anything you've ever experienced. Your hands find their way into his hair, gripping tightly as you ride the wave of ecstasy that threatens to consume you. "Elvis... oh god" You moan, your hips bucking against his mouth as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. "Don't stop... please don't stop..."In response, Elvis simply hums against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body, pushing you even closer to release. Elvis grins wickedly, his tongue lapping at you hungrily, his fingers joining in, curling upwards to hit that spot deep inside you. "Oh, honey, you taste so fuckin' good," he murmurs, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh, sending shivers down your spine. He continues his relentless assault, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his tongue flicking against your clit, driving you wild. "You're so close, baby," he whispers, looking up at you, his chin glistening with your arousal. "C’mon honey, cum for me." His words push you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you like a storm, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you. Elvis laps at you eagerly, drawing out your climax until you're nothing but a quivering mess beneath him. As you come down from your high, Elvis crawls back up your body, his eyes filled with lust and love. "That's my girl," he whispers, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips. “I’m gonna make ya’ feel so good…” He reaches between your legs, guiding himself to your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds. "Can ya feel how hard lil’ Elvis is?" he asks, his voice tight with restraint. You nod, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Please Elvis, jus’ put it in…," you beg, needing to feel him inside you. Elvis groans, pushing into you slowly, filling you inch by inch. "Fuck…so tight.," he grits out, bottoming out inside you. He gives you a moment to adjust before starting to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, hitting all the right spots. You moan, meeting his thrusts, your nails digging into his back. With each thrust you let out a little yelp, his soft groans filling your ears as he thrust deep into you. 

Elvis smiles, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he starts to move faster, his hips slapping against yours. "Is this what you wanted, baby? To feel me inside you, fillin' you up?" He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me, honey. Tell me how much you love havin' me like this." You gasp, your body arching into his as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you. "I love havin’ you like this..” You pant, your voice barely above a whisper. Elvis grins, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more needy. "Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself cum with me inside you." You hesitate for a moment, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks. "I-I’m already close…" you stammer, feeling overstimulated already. Elvis stops moving, his eyes searching yours. "Please, baby… I wanna see you touch ya’self while I'm fuckin' you. C'mon, touch that pretty pussy for me." He begged and you couldn’t take it. He wasn’t going to move unless you did, letting out a shaky groan you reach between your legs, your fingers finding your clit, rubbing circles as Elvis starts to move again. "That's it, honey. Just like that. Show me how much ya’ need it...” You moan, your body writhing beneath him as you rub yourself, feeling the pleasure build up inside you once again. "Elvis... I'm close," you warn, your breath coming in short gasps. Elvis growls, his thrusts becoming deeper, more powerful. "Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock. Let me feel ya squeeze me tight." Your body tenses, clenching around Elvis's cock. Elvis lets out a guttural groan, his body tensing as he follows you over the edge, filling you with his hot seed. "Fuck, honey... that was... incredible," he pants, collapsing on top of you, his body still trembling with aftershocks. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you both catch your breath. "I love you, Elvis," you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. Elvis lifts his head, his eyes filled with love as he looks down at you. "Awe, she loves me, no tooth n’ all..” he teases, making you laugh. “Be quiet.” You chuckle, resting your head on him.

“Anythin’ for you, Mama.” 

inspired by: @alienelvisobsession + idea from: @rogueinmymind - this was so cute to write i loved it :3 i have to more fics on the way (expect teacher elvis n’ a nice little fluffy fic for the first time!!) n’ i’m so excited :3

#OpenToWork

Hi Everyone! As I have been frequently advised to get a job “doing something I love,” I am looking for a new position.

I have two years experience staring at pictures of Elvis Presley and have read everything I could possibly get my hands on about him. My subject matter expertise is growing.

In my next role, I would like to be able to devote myself to full-time research on the subject of Elvis Presley.

Research topics of interest include Elvis’s adorkableness, proficiency sticking out his tongue, lip biting skills, vocal ability, and overall sexiness, although I am open to other options.

Remote position preferred, unless colleagues are highly tolerant about a lot sighing, cursing, and groaning.

Serious offers only please.

Thank you @alienelvisobsession for requesting this.

Just to make sure this isn't impossible to solve I'm going to warn you now that there are numbers in some answers and depending on the clue is formatted either as "Three" or "3".

Also 9 across is a number I got from Wikipedia and is rounded to the nearest million.