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simthorium · 7 months

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It had been a long, tough road to get here. Noah had put in what felt like thousands of hours of work to open up his official Zarro baby daycare in his home. He quit his job and told his entire family about the venture, hoping beyond hope that his cousins would give him the benefit of the doubt and trust him to watch the smattering of little babies in generation 8. Finally, that day was here! Leigh, Miles Jr., Toby, Kauker, and Rumi stood around the living room, each holding their respective children. “Welcome in, everyone! Happy first day of daycare,” Noah said with a smile. “We’re gonna have so much fun.”

“Miles III is very particular about his bottles,” said Miles Jr. “He needs them to be exactly room temperature or else he won’t drink it.” “You really call him Miles III?” Noah asked. “Hendrix will literally bang on anything,” said Kauker. “He’s the drummer of the family, so don’t expect any of the kids to ever go down for a nap.” Noah was taking notes in his phone on each kid as his cousins talked, feeling a little overwhelmed. Rumi hugged her brother tight. “You’re gonna do great,” she said. “Call me if you need anything.” “Thanks, sis,” he said.

After all the parents left, chaos ensued. The generation 8 babies were a riot. They were loud, sticky, and had no qualms about making their presence known. Miles III or “Three” as everyone but his father called him, began crying almost immediately. Jamie, was a head above the rest, already able to walk. She was also concerningly fast. Lauren, despite still crawling, was also a little bit too fast for her own good.

“Um, ok!” Noah said, clapping his hands together. “Who wants to read a story?” He sat down on the floor and grabbed the first book he could find, opening it up to the first page. “Ooooh, The Magic Princess!” he exclaimed. “Your auntie Shea is in the movie version, you know? Maybe we should watch that instead?” Aspen threw a block at Noah’s head, smacking him square in the face. “Ok, fine, we’ll just read the book,” Noah muttered. Leo, Aspen, Lauren, and Celeste all joined him sitting in a circle as Noah began to read.

Things started to relax during the storytime luckily, and Noah made sure to keep this tactic in his back pocket for next time. Parker and Hendrix were busying themselves playing with the dollhouse, cooing loudly and interrupting with shrieks of joy as Noah tried to read.

The kids began to gravitate towards different activities, reveling in the various things Noah had spent a ton of money on in his quest to open this place up in the first place. Hendrix and Parker seemed to be fast friends, sticking together from the dollhouse to the activity table, with Celeste joining after story time ended.

As the afternoon rolled by, the kids all began to drop like flies, cuddling up on various sleeping mats spread throughout the house. Noah could hardly believe this; it was actually working!

“See?” Noah said to Celeste a few feet away as he sat on the couch with leftover Chinese takeout. “I knew I could do it. My sister didn’t believe in me. My baby mamas sure as hell didn’t believe in me. But I believed in me. That’s all you need, kid. Believe in yourself.” Celeste let out a loud, wet burp in response.

Noah took advantage of the downtime to take a quick bathroom break. It didn’t take long for a gaggle of children to follow him inside, though. “What?” he asked, looking down at Leo, who was crying desperately for his dad. “I don’t speak baby!” Rory and Celeste entered the bathroom soon after, both joining in on crying once they saw Leo crying. “Oh, great,” Noah muttered.

Just as fast as things had settled, chaos was reigning again. The kids were waking up and it was a mess. Some of them were crying, others had pooped themselves and it was starting to get a little out of hand.

“Pee-EW!” Noah exclaimed, walking into the living room. “Did all of you poop at the same time!? That is RANK!” Noah grabbed each kid one by one, lifting their diapers to his nose to find the culprit. He finally scooped up Lauren, the pooper, and took her to the changing table for a diaper change.

“Shit, shit, shit!” shouted Noah. After finishing with Lauren’s diaper change, he noticed the front door was open. “Jamie!” The toddler had found her way out of the house and into the side yard to play with the leaves. He grabbed her and rushed back into the house, grateful that she hadn’t gone far. “How the hell are you so fast?!” he grumbled.

When he came back inside, things were even stinkier than before. Noah had to fight back a gag from the smell. “Ok, now you really have all just shit your pants, huh?” he said, looking around.

“I can’t do this!” Noah exclaimed, finally feeling like he lost his cool. He let out a small scream, lifting his hands up to the sky in frustration, before taking a deep breath. Several deep breaths. He scrunched his eyes close and tried to relax for a few seconds, gathering himself together. When he opened, things were somehow even more chaotic than before. “Here we go!” Noah shouted, diving headfirst into the craziness.

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insomnianoctem · 1 year

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MY SAVE

WHAT HAPPENED

I WAS LITERALLY AT THE FINAL BOSS

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

#actually heartbroken #Celeste my daughter I miss you #but for real though I don’t know what happened???#i dropped my controller when I was in the menu and #poof???#a single button delete?? not even a confirmation pop up???#this hurts worse than every time Bethesda ever deleted a 40+ jr game save #only difference is I actually want to see the ending of this game…#back I go….#very depressed…

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shinobi-bacon · 1 year

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Full List of Transparent Villager Gifs!

I decided to make a tacky list of all the villagers I've made gif sets for, in alphabetical order! This list will get updated as I continue to complete these requests!

Alfonso

Anabelle

Ankha

Antonio

Apollo

Avery

Bangle

Beardo

Beau

Blathers/Celeste

Bluebear

Bob

Bob/Punchy

Bones

Bud

Butch

Caroline

Cesar

Cherry

Chief

Chrissy

Coco

Cranston

Curt

Deena

Dobie

Dom

Drift

Erik

Étoile

Eugene

Filbert

Flora

Goldie

Hans

Isabelle (April Fool's Day)

Jeremiah

Jingle

Joey

Julian

Kabuki

Katt

Keaton

Ketchup

Kid Cat

Kidd

Kiki

Kyle

Leif

Lily

Lionel

Lolly

Lucky

Lyman

Margie

Marshal

Melba

Merengue

Merry

Moe

Molly

Olaf

Olivia

Pate

Pekoe/Snake

Pietro

Pinky

Pippy

Poppy

Punchy

Purrl

Raymond

Reese/Cyrus

Roald

Rosie

Roswell

Rowan

Ruby

Rudy

Sable Able

Sasha

Sheldon

Sherb

Shino

Skye

Snake

Sprinkle

Stella

Stitches

Tabby

Tangy

Teddy

Vesta

Vivian

Walt

Wart Jr

Whitney

Wisp

Wolfgang

Zipper

#GOOD LORD HOW MANY OF THESE DID I MAKE?!#I BARELY REMEMBER SOME OF THESE GOING THROUGH MY ARCHIVE #animal crossing #new horizons #animal crossing new horizons #acnh #acnh transparent

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romanoffsbish · 11 months

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Mom, Dad, I’m…

Wanda Maximoff x R

Blackhill ; Bishova ; Stony ; BuckySam

Happy Pride Angels, 🌈❤️

Warnings: Attempts at Humor. Heteros.

"Detka, can you go get some tomatoes from the garden? Steve already ate all of the freaking salsa," Wanda grumbled dramatically, falling into your arms as you were mid conversation with Natasha and Maria about their work.

"He probably intended to bottom tonight," Natasha remarks with a shit stirring grin, you cackled in solidarity, but the both of you stopped when your wives stood shoulder to shoulder with a menacing tilt to their heads.

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"Welp, those tomatoes aren't gonna pick themselves," you noted before running off, you avoided looking back, afraid to see Natasha's stony glare as you abandoned her with them.

Every man for themselves a mantra you live by, well, only when it comes to angry spouses. As an Avenger you were as selfless as the rest, but now you got to be more selfish in retirement.

Natasha, unfortunately, was your victim.

When you entered the massive greenhouse you took a second to admire your wives handiwork. The brunette had a knack for gardening, a green thumb if you will. The greenhouse was her go to place to find her zen after a day of dealing with you, Billy, Tommy, and Ella.

The witch loved you all, her beautiful family, but some days the lot of you made her feel a tad bit homicidal. On those days she gardened.

It wasn't hard to find the tomatoes, they were ripe and ready on a set of entangled vines. But before you could bring it to her, you were too enamored by the conversation your kids were having in their little cove behind the garden.

"I can't do it," Tommy groaned. "Yeah they just won't understand," Morgan Stark agreed with him, and you leaned in to hopefully garner more context for their troubled minds.

"At least Uncle Tony is bi," Raina Belova countered, "He'll be more understanding."

"Have you met our dad?" Anthony, the only Jr present, said in an incredulous manner. "He even claims Fido is gay, he's totally unhinged."

You had to put a hand over your mouth, the amusement you were experiencing was unreal.

"Couldn't be us," Elena teased, "I'm gay as hell, and Bryce here is both queer and nonbinary."

Oh goodness... Never in your days did you expect your kids to keep secrets from you, but for it to be such a silly one it honestly made you want to interrupt the conversation at hand.

To remind them that no matter what, you'd all continue to love them, but it was too funny.

"Mama is going to be mad," Celeste Belova added, "She always said being gay is the way."

"I thought she was ace?" Billy inquired. "She is, but that doesn't make her any less gay."

After the conversation moved on to who they were crushing on you snuck back to the party. The overall consensus being that every last one of your collective brood, besides your youngest, Ella, who was only five, and Natasha and Maria's powerful duo, said they're straight.

"Where have you been?" You ignored your wife, handing her the basket of ingredients while calling all of your friends to the dining room. Tony whined, "What is so important?"

"You guys will not believe what I just heard..."

Wanda rolled her eyes as you spun your tale, she chopped up the tomatoes, jalapeños and onions as you enamored the group of friends.

"Thank God we're safe," Maria teased, turning to her wife with a genuinely relieved smile. "Right? Can you imagine having to attend two straight weddings? And pretend to like it?"

"Oh jeez," you gasped, "I didn't think of that."

Wanda tossed the ingredients into a bowl as the lot of you bantered back and forth, her patience already running thin with you all.

"Y/N, this joke isn't funny." Yelena shook her head in defiance when you reminded her that this wasn't a joke. "You don't know what you are talking about. Must be hearing loss..."

Kate put a hand on her wife's shoulder, "It's true Lena, they've both told me already."

"You traitor!" Yelena ripped her arm away as if the raven haired woman had burned her skin.

You now worried that you'd inspired divorces.

"No," Tony gasped, shaking his head in fear as the unexpected reality set in. "You're lying, you have to be. No son of mine is straight!"

"Honey," Steve called out for him, "It'll be okay, we always knew it would be a possibility."

"It most certainly is not okay," he grimaced, then in a flash he was outside, calling for your children to gather around the hibachi station.

"Where's the fire pops?" Morgan jests, but quickly zips her lips as she sees her dad looking as if he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Tell me Y/N's lying," he pleads, "That you're not straight, my fragile ticker can't take this."

"Tony!" Steve shrieked, "Don't use an old ailment to guilt the kids into being gay..."

"Stay out of this babe!" He growled, "As far as I am concerned they're gay. Y/N's a liar."

"Am not!" You gasped, "They're all heteros."

"Not us!" Bryce interjected. "We're queer."

"That's our precious babies," Natasha coo'd, arms opened wide for her kids to run into, and the both of their teens instantly ran at her.

Bucky and Sam had entered your backyard just as the revelation took place. You all watched as they took three steps back, baby carrier in hand as they looked to your kids as if they were all diseased. "We're just being cautious."

You snorted softly, "We understand fellas."

Wanda glared at you, but you remained unfazed for now. Too busy finding the dramatics entertaining to see the horror. Wanda saw it though, she looked out to see all of the kids wearing terrified expressions. She was about to console them, but then a fight broke out beside you, and you had to laugh.

"This is all your fault Kate Belova!" Yelena shrieked, "It was all of that organic mac and cheese you fed them when I was on missions!"

"Mac and cheese being healthy doesn't make a child straight," Kate shrieked back, hands running down her face as she realized her plans for a peaceful barbecue ended with this.

"If it had been orange they might have been more connected to the rainbow Kate!" Yelena went on, "It's like our gay power source."

"Well, with Wanda's garden the kids eat the entire rainbow and look at them, straight."

Yelena found your assistance unwelcome, "Keep out of this Y/N Maximoff. Your kids aren't all old enough to say yet, you still have a chance! Mine are all done... Stupid preteens"

"Well, that's not exactly true," you reasoned, "None of you have been to college yet, that's when you'll really know if you're gay or not."

Natasha, Yelena and Tony all nodded, they found your reasoning the most logical. It was a lot easier than accepting they're all straight.

"Okay, that's enough!" Wanda interjected, her tone terrifying, "Look at what you're doing to them. They can't help it if they're straight."

"I wanna be gay like mama," Ella murmured, clearly she just wanted to fit in with the crowd, and therefore you praised her, "Smart girl."

Wanda entered your mind with a warning, she smirked as you lifted Ella onto your hip, then you fell into unexpected silence by her side.

"Haha, you're like so whipped, "Yelena cackled.

Wanda glared at her. "You don't scare me wiggly woo, my kids being straight is enough."

"Yelena," Kate sighed, "Knock it off, and try telling the girls that you love them."

"Of course I love them," she rushed out angrily, "That's not even a question, they're moy deti."

(My babies)

Celeste and Raina ran into the blondes side, their tears of relief soaked into her shirt, and made her see they were genuinely scared this would lose them her love. "Shh, mama loves you always, even if you make dumb choices."

Tony and Steve were in a standoff of sorts, the billionaire sipped on his margarita slowly as they appeared to be having a conversation with only their eyes. Tony rolled his, but after a moment of incoherent grumbling he nodded. Morgan and Tony Jr. approached their dads after being called forward, Steve embraced them first, and wholly. Tony gave them both side hugs, and whispered that he just needed time to cope, but he loved them regardless.

Then you heard him brush by with his son, begging him to take it back, only to find out his son was in a long term relationship with a girl. That study buddy of his was so much more...

Like father, like son you suppose.

You looked out to see your boys stood side by side, Billy gripped Tommy's hand for dear life. Wanda was about to call them over, but you beat her to it as guilt overwhelmed your heart. The boys scurried over, and Wanda sent you an adoring smile as you kissed the both of their heads, and hugged them tight. "I love you," falling from all of your lips in succession.

After everyone had time to process the news, the vibe returned to one of relaxation. Wanda set up the grill for Sam, and the master chef himself began to put on a show for everyone.

Once the plates were served you all moved to the fire pit, where you talked about all you'd missed in each other's life while the younger kids sat in front of the projector playing Up.

Then, as the sun officially fell, everyone began to clear out. Saying their goodbyes at the front door, where you hugged each kid, an apology of sorts on your lip for the drama you stirred. Each one forgave you, some even thanked you for finally getting the conversation over with.

When everyone was officially gone you moved back outside to clean up. Tommy helped you, while Billy helped clean the kitchen so that Wanda could focus on Ella's bath, and bedtime.

It was an entire hours worth of work, you were beyond exhausted as you fell into the mattress. You nearly passed out without your wife, but soon enough Wanda slipped into the bed. She wore a thoughtful expression, weighing out whether to disturb you or not, but she soon reasoned you'd appreciate her words, "Detka..."

"Yes baby?" You rolled onto your side, using your elbow to prop yourself up so you could look down at her. She looked to you with a warm smile, then she was yawning, "Don't worry." She paused to pull you into her arms before whispering in your ear: "Billy was not being honest. We do indeed have a gay son."

You laughed so hard tears streamed down your face and pooled in the crook of your equally as amused wife's neck. That was the last thing you expected to hear from her, if anything you had anticipated a continuation of her scolding.

"I'll scold you more tomorrow," she teased, "But for now, we should get some sleep."

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silverstonesainz-archive · 1 year

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ive been in need of a good cry, so its your problem now 🫶🏽

❝ it's best for us to be strangers again. ❞ + carlos sainz jr

i got carried away and hurt myself in the process. also, i listened to strange by celeste while writing this so... do with that what you will.

the dining room (cs55) ─── strange, isn't it?

you met carlos in the dining room of your childhood home.

he was a stranger that sat across you, eating quietly while your fathers talked about what fathers talk about. you couldn’t count on two hands how many times you caught each other staring at the other, couldn’t count how many times you both pretend you weren’t just staring. he helped you clear the table, tried to make you laugh all the while. he washed the dishes while you dried and put them away.

he called often. sometimes for a minute, to tell you to have a good day. most times for longer, to tell you about his day and to hear about yours. he admitted it to you years later, that he liked hearing your voice.

he cooked you soup when you were sick, sat with you even if you insisted he go home. i don’t want to get you sick! but he didn’t seem to care. he played with your hair til you fell asleep, your head on his lap. he didn’t move until you woke up.

he held you when a boy broke your heart. he brought over ice cream and a new fleece blanket. it smelled like him. and while you sobbed into his chest, he told you that boys are stupid and weren’t worth your tears. he told you you deserved better, all while wondering if he was better.

your best friend carlos sat across you at dinner. it was your mother’s birthday. he kicked your feet under the table, and picked at brussell sprouts on your plate. in your own little bubble, and no one seemed to notice. you cleared the table again. you washed the dishes this time, he knew where everything belongs.

he brought you flowers on valentines day, with a cheesy card— a corgi on the front and it said you are paw-sitively perfect. but he bought his mom and sisters flowers and a cheesy card, so what does it matter?

he brought you flowers on your birthday too, and a gift wrapped in red. and then again when you had received a promotion at work. and on a wednesday— just because, he said.

carlos sat across you at christmas dinner. he passed you the gravy before you even have to ask, and filled up your glass with more wine before it emptied out. you didn’t see the teasing looks his sisters gave him, the knowing smile on your mother’s lips. he cleared out the table with you. he washed the dishes and you put them away. and before you leave to join your family in the next room, he is pulling you back and asking you on a date.

he took you to a small italian restaurant outside of the city. he wore a green shirt and jeans. it looked pretty against his skin, and you decided you liked green on him. stories shared over pasta, dreams over wine. and then he walked you to your door and left you with a kiss.

he flew you out to silverstone. i have a good feeling about this hermosa, he said on the phone. you watched anxiously in the garage, biting down on your index finger. and when he crossed the line ahead of everyone else, you cried. you’re the first face he looked for when he hopped out of the car. and when he spotted you, he ran over. he kissed you, hard and filled with so much passion. estoy muy orgulloso de ti, you blubbered. he was swooned over you.

he said asked you to be his girlfriend that night. skin to skin, gentle kisses and tender touches.

“serás tú mío?” “siempre he sido tuyo.” “be mine?” “i’ve always been yours”

your boyfriend carlos sat across you at dinner, while your families teased the two of you. we all saw this coming, your mother gushed. i’m glad he finally did it, ana smirked. your faces were red the whole time. ana and blanca offered to clear the table, but you and carlos insisted that you would do it. carlos cleared the table while you washed the dishes. he put the glasses away while you put the plates in their place. we’re a great team, he said before kissing you.

he liked sleeping with you. he liked the way you feel in his arms. but he especially liked to wake up to you in the morning. he didn’t mind the hair in his face, the way you’ve managed to push him to the very edge of the bed. he liked it, and he spent the night often.

he could listen to you talk forever. your voice was music, a sweet melody he could never get tired of. he liked that you spoke with your hands, big gestures to match your big stories. he listened to you tell a story you’ve told him before, a smile on his lips like it was the first time. he loved the way your voice sped up when your excited, loved the way your eyes light up. god, did he love you.

“te amo.” it shut you up.

“you do?” “so much.”

he helped your parents pack up your childhood home. you knew that it was time, that it had served it’s purpose, and that your parents craved something new. he followed you while you said goodbye to every room in the house, wiped your tears when you said goodbye to the dining room. this is the room we fell in love in, you cried.

carlos sat across you for one final dinner, before your parents moved by the coast. his heart leapt out of his chest every time he looked over at you, like it was the first time all over again. wine glasses were raised in the air— to new beginnings, your father said. you and carlos cleared the table one more time. he washed dishes and you put them away. and when you turn around, he’s down on one knee with a velvet box in his hand. he professed all the ways he loved you, he begged for forever. and you gave it to him.

he bought your parents house for you, and you got married in the backyard. the ceremony was small, intimate, perfect. he cried when he saw you walk down the aisle, whispered how beautiful you looked when he took your hand. he told the world and god how much he loved you that day. nothing has ever felt more right than that moment.

he built memories with you in that home for years to follow. every room held the pieces that made your relationship work. like the kitchen where you cooked together. the living room reserved for movie nights. the bedroom where he held you, made love to you. and the dining room, where it all began. everything was perfect

until it wasn’t.

he slammed the door one night. he disappeared, left you in a puddle of your own tears. it was a bad fight, the worst one yet. it hadn’t been sunshines and rainbows as of late, more heart ache and tears than either of would care to admit. there were no more calls while he was away, no more flowers just because, no more clearing the table and washing dishes. you spent time apart in the home that you built your relationship in. he ate dinner in the kitchen and you in the living room. while you slept in the bed, he found peace on the couch. and the dining room collected dust, neither of you daring to sit in the place it all started.

your husband carlos sits across from you at the dinner table a year later, stack of papers between the two of you.

“sign it.” your voice is dull, void of any emotion.

it hurt the way he didn’t even flinch, didn’t hesitate to sign his name on the divorce papers. but you didn’t have it in you to shed another tear. you already grieved the loss of a great love, grieved your own broken heart.

you watch as he pulls the wedding band off his ring finger, setting on top of the stack of papers that marked the end of you. he doesn't say anything else, he just gets up and walks away.

“carlos,” your voice breaks. he stops in his tracks, but neither of you turn to look at the other. “i think it's best for us to be strangers again.”

a beat of silence. and another. and another.

then you hear his footsteps again, growing softer until they disappear behind the door slamming shut. you look around the dining room, the room where two people went from strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and strangers again.

you stand up, taking the wedding band and the stack of papers, clearing the table one more time.

#tea & toast w dani #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz jr imagine #cs55 drabble

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furybeastcentral · 3 months

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What's this hiding behind the fog?

What could it be? A new form for Primal? A new enemy? I want your opinions and as soon as we hit 300 likes on this post I'll reveal it!

just kidding. It's Primal's Monster form.

#Celeste octerin jr #Primal #Monsters #Double threat JSAB #Whatever tf this is

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fortuneaspiration · 5 months

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#nh: gem coast #*hale #*tati #*amos jr #*leo #*celeste

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hooked-on-elvis · 3 months

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[PICTURES] "LIVE A LITTLE, LOVE A LITTLE" (1968) 🐶📸

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ᐁ THE KING, ELVIS ᐁ

Those guys next to EP are Joe Esposito and Charlie Hodge, El's personal friends (Memphis Mafia guys).

ᐁ Elvis and his leading lady, Michele Carey ᐁ

That one scene above! [LOL] One of those, 'I can't believe she did this!' moments I mentioned on my review of this movie. I actually laugh at all the times they're together. Just the pictures are enough to make me laugh. Bernice is the best! That's the best Elvis movie! 🤣

ᐁ Elvis and co-stars, Michele Carey and Celeste Yarnall ᐁ I love that [BELOW] scene so much!🤣

ᐁ Elvis and Rudy Vallée (Mr. Penlow) ᐁ

ᐁ Elvis and Don Porter (Mike Lansdown) ᐁ

ᐁ Elvis and the West boys, Sonny and Red ᐁ I wonder how much fun Elvis had beating them up, even if just play pretend. What if at times he'd really kicks and slaps them? I wouldn't dare saying it never happened. Boys being boys.🤣

ᐁ Sterling Holloway (The Milkman) ᐁ He's the one I told you about on my review (fun facts section), the actor making all those dubbing acting work leading his voice and talento to such great classic Disney movie characters during his career years! ♥

ᐁ Elvis and Susan Henning ᐁ

THE MOST SPECIAL ONE 🐶 ᐁ Elvis and 'Albert' ᐁ

People are commonly mistaken saying this dog was one of Elvis' own Great Danes (Elvis had three Great Danes: Brutus, Snoopy and Edmund), but Priscilla said it wasn't one of their family dogs. I didn't found his name or info about who he belongs to, tho. :( If I find anything I'll update this post.

Well, I'll stop here just because the "only 30 pictures per post," Tumblr issue [ugh!]

I do have some more pictures I'd like to share with you. I think I might share all of it, really. I can't help it. I just love everything about this movie and I get carried away. 🥹

Until then, If you'd like to read my review (or just see the previous pictures / footage / music videos I shared from this movie): CLICK HERE.

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✦ [UPDATE -January 16, 2024]: MORE PICTURES HERE + BEHIND THE SCENES STORY, MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. MURDER DURING 'LIVE A LITTLE, LOVE A LITTLE' PRODUCTION. HOW THE CREW REACTED, HERE. ✦

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Is there any other Elvis movie you'd like to know a bit about what I think of it (if it even matters to anyone), or do you want some help finding any of them available online? LET ME KNOW. ♥

#i want to be Bernice #live a little love a little #elvis movie #1968 #60s movies #60s hollywood #60s stars #classic movies #classic icons #classic hollywood #hollywood movies #old hollywood #great dane #dogs

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