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Good Morning Austin Girls!

Theme 311: the scene that I had to bite my fist to keep from reacting to when I went to see Elvis with my mother.

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I'm torn between the cottagecore aesthetic and dark academia aesthetic. Like, do I want to gather daisies in a wildflower field or wander around a gothic building? Decorate my room with flowers and patchwork or old books and candles? Wear floaty dresses or turtlenecks? Do some embroidery or commit and mysterious and inexplicable murder??

I just think the academy completely overlooked Elvis full stop. I’m so upset. It’s nearly 4am and I have uni at 9 and I’m trying so hard not to cry myself to sleep for a man who doesn’t even know I exist😭😭😭

God what have we come to 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

him smoking cigs it's sexy to me

me too 🫣

I pity anyone who doesn't believe in the power of art and human connection. They're truly missing out on the tremendous beauty and depth of life. If I had never watched Baz Luhrmann's Elvis, this past week would've just been another average week in January, and frankly a rather frustrating start to the new year. Instead, it's been an emotional roller coaster ride filled with overwhelming joy, opportunity, exhilaration, celebration, disbelief and now heartache. Tonight once again I'm reminded of how incredible this community is and how lucky we all are to have found each other; strangers on the internet whose hearts have been strung together by chance. Because while all our stories are different, it's the emotional resonance of one man's artistry that has led us here to each other in some way, shape or form. We're connected now, even if it doesn't always feel that way gazing into our screens. But the collective outpouring of emotional highs and lows I've witnessed this week is almost unbelievable. Art truly brings people together in profound ways and I'm so grateful to be on this journey with you all.

And to think I wouldn't be here, feeling all the things I'm feeling right now... if I hadn't gone to the movies last June. That's wild.

The desire to go back to summer 2022 just to be able to see it at the cinema in all its magnificence!!

Confession & Connection Time

I know many of us are shaken to the core about the sudden death of Lisa Marie.

I read the tribute from her friend who was also a grief counselor and in it, he wrote about Lisa dedicating herself to supporting other grieving parents, including their plans to do a podcast. It inspired me to go out of my comfort zone in her honor and in honor of that commitment.

I am tremendously upset by Lisa’s death and cannot stop thinking of Priscilla and bursting into tears. Because I know what it is to lose a daughter. My only child was killed in a wreck two decades ago and I have never been the same. I almost didn’t survive it and was fully incapacitated for many, many years. In the past few years I have been coming into a promising new phase of grief and life, one that is difficult to navigate but one for which I am grateful. But any time I hear of a parent losing a child — whether it’s someone I know personally or not — it affects me tremendously. School shootings and celebrity deaths can be just as upsetting for me as for someone I know, albeit shorter lived since someone I do not know is not connected to me daily. But the universality is still there. Only other parents whose children have died know the suffering when their child is gone before them, regardless of circumstances and regardless of age.

Sadly, ironically, this is why I blurred out the letter I wrote for Elvis’s birthday when I posted it. After thanking him for his life and talent, I asked Elvis to hug my little girl for me. I think we all know he of course would do that. It’s making me cry again to write this now, imagining him scooping up my precious sweetheart (she was only 8) in his fatherly arms. I also asked him to find my mom and to tell them both I feel them with me always. As sensitive and kind as everyone is in our fandom, it felt too personal and vulnerable to share these details among a cyber community.

But here we are now. Lisa is dead. Priscilla’s heart is shattered. The family is devastated. The Elvis film family is floored. And the world is in shock. And I imagine that Austin is grieving in a strange and unique way, having come to love her as a “daughter” through his character work but also by feeling a maternal bond from her as well after they met. I acknowledge my thoughts about Austin are speculation on my part and I do not want to suggest I actually know what he is feeling. I don’t want to disrespect him with a formal assumption. Only to share that these thoughts and feelings have bubbled up for me by way of concern for his tender soul, whether or not they are accurate, and I’m sad for him, too.

Personally I must and do believe Lisa is in her father’s loving and long-awaited embrace and that she is also reunited with her beloved son. I know that I long for the day I will be with my daughter again on the same energetic plane — even though I connect to her constantly across the ethers. It was, in fact, that intense pull to be with her that made my life so precarious for so long after her death. And something I deeply understood about Lisa when she referred to how hard it was for her without Benjamin, including her intense feelings of guilt.

I decided to post this in case there are any others in the fandom who have survived a child and who need the extra support & understanding that a fellow bereaved parent shares. Also, after seeing Mel make a post about caring for ourselves and each other, and the many other anguished tributes that are showing up in my blog. Amongst the many posts I have spotted a few comments, tags, and reblogs that have the resonance of someone who knows a parent’s grief. So just in case someone else here is facing that, too, and in honor of Lisa, I decided to bare my soul.

Please feel free to comment, reblog, DM, or send me an ask. In between my own self care (which includes pacing myself on social media), I am also in ongoing recovery from a recent hospitalization, which is a factor in the amount of time I’m on tumblr right now. Otherwise I am available and at your service in compassion and solidarity.

I want to acknowledge a few of my fandom anchors @karamelcoveredolicity @ash-omalley @troubleinapinksuit @burninlovebutler @succsessions and everyone else who is posting, caring, sharing, and hurting. To any other bereaved parents, we know there are no words that adequately convey our experience. We only have the recognition and companionship of one another as fellow travelers on a journey we never, ever imagined we would be forced to take.

Love,

MJ

REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

'you never read anymore, you used to love reading' and i have 200 safari tabs open. it never stopped it just got weird

It wasn’t for nothing. But it is extremely disappointing that the academy awards didn’t appreciate the immense amount of effort that went into creating Elvis

I will never get over the fact that Austin Butler really talked like that for 3 years, all for nothing