#04/1932

[carbone14]

Refonte du cuirassé Yamashiro – Yokosuka – Japon – 20 avril 1932

©Kure Maritime Museum

[nakachuchu]

Gyaru Girl | Denji (nsfw)

SYNOPSIS: Private College AU - He lets his horny thoughts take control after school.

READER: female

INCLUDES: teenage sex, unprotected sex, saliva sharing, motorboating, classroom sex, (sloppy) blowjob, (cute) tears, (kinda) dub-con, loss of virginity, school uniforms, tit-job, facial, hair pulling

WORDS: 1932

WRITTEN: 12/04/2022

NOTE: Thank you so much for requesting. I'm sorry the reader isn't as sweet or innocent (as she could have been) and that Denji is kinda ooc imo

Per usual, Denji couldn't keep his eyes off of you. They were roaming every inch of your body. He noticed you were wearing a bright blue thong that was pulled way over the band of your skirt and covered absolutely nothing whenever you bent over even a centimeter. Your bra matched your blue thong, as usual.

Your uniform was completely customized, which was completely against the rules. Your school sweater vest formed around your soft fits, while your white blouse was unbuttoned at the top and did nothing to hide your bright-colored bras or cleavage.

Your hair was piled up on top of your hair in exaggerated curls and you had bold lipstick and bright eyeshadow on.

But no matter how many times you had been set out into the hallway to stand for the entire class session because of your clothes, you were never kicked out of the school.

And why would you have been kicked out? Besides being ridiculously sexy and curvy, you were actually academically intelligent — which was something Denji was not. While you were on the honor roll, he was barely passing the class.

That was how he got stuck — rather, you got stuck with tutoring Denji after school. But, all he could focus on in the low orange light coming from the sun through the windows was the way your tongue swirled around a pink lollipop and how you sucked on it to not let your saliva drip down.

"Deeeeeeenji," you sang sloppily with an annoyed look on your face as your lollipop sloshed out of your mouth to point at him.

You held the lollipop, exaggerating each point every time you spoke a word. He was not hearing what you were saying though. He was focused on your lips, and only your lips.

"Denji!" you exclaimed. "You're not even listening, idiot. I've been blabbering about calculus for, like, ten minutes!"

"Y/N —" he started —

"What?" you lazily said, eyes half-lidded.

" — I cannot focus on whatever it is you're saying."

Your wrist went limp and the lollipop slumped down with your hand. You blinked a few times.

"Huh? Are ya fucking serious right now?" you questioned. "I didn't stay after school just so you could blank out! If ya don't pass your next test, it'll be my fault!"

His eyes were honed in on your tits and the way they were angrily bouncing around with the rest of your body. You were throwing papers and pens everywhere while the lollipop sloshed around in your mouth. Your words made no sense because of the lollipop hindering your speech, but it wasn't like Denji was paying attention.

"I want to fucking motorboat your tits," he blurted out.

You froze immediately in the middle of throwing a textbook over your head and out the window. You blinked a few times before his words caught up to you, causing your face to go incredibly hot.

"H-H-H-H-HUH?"

You dropped the textbook onto the floor and backed away, hugging your arms over your chest to cover your tits.

Denji smiled mischievously and stepped onto the table.

"D-Denji?" you questioned.

"If you let me motorboat you, I'll pay attention," he said.

"N-No way!"

"But if I fail again, then you'll be punished by the school," he said.

You couldn't believe the stupid Denji was actually making an intelligent scheme to motorboat you. You knew if you couldn't prove to help another student, you might get kicked out of the school or have your record stained because of how you chose to dress.

"F-Fine," you said, hesitantly moving your arms away.

Denji grinned and jumped off the desk, landing in front of you. His mouth was watery, fingers wiggling as they approached your tits. He grabbed them through your blouse, making you gasp. He rolled your soft tits around in his hands, squeezing them.

The sensation was completely new to you, making you tremble and pant. No one had ever touched your body before. No matter how you acted and how many people believed you were a total slut, you were actually a virgin. You took the lollipop out of your mouth to talk properly.

"D-Denji, I — I said motorboat, n-not t-touch," you stammered.

"Ah, I got too excited. Don't mind if I do, then," he said before face-planting into your tits and aggressively moving his head from side to side.

He was in heaven, breathing in your natural scent and your perfume at the same time while feeling your soft fat around his face.

You started to get worried when he stopped moving and it seemed like a long time since he had been positioned between your tits.

"D-Denji, are you alive?"

He suddenly shot up, scaring the shit out of you. His eyes were bright with a new sense of urgency and ambition.

"Y/N, are you a virgin? Obviously, I'm a virgin too, but I've watched way too many pornos and read too many nudies to know a virgin too."

Your face went redder than before. "That's — Don't say it like that! It's embarrassing!" you exclaimed.

"I've always liked you."

"What?"

"You're so pretty and you're way nicer when we're alone," he added.

"That's rude!"

He stood up straight, easily towering over you as he stared at you with a serious expression on your face. You had never seen Denji this serious before, and if you were being completely honest, it was making you a bit excited.

"Denji?"

"Let's have sex," he suggested.

He began walking forward, forcing you to walk backward. It didn't end until you were backed up against the teacher's desk. You stumbled and sat on top of the desk as Denji opened your legs and stood between them.

"S-Sex?" you repeated.

"Yeah," he said. "You're suuuper hot and you get my body pumping."

Maybe it was the many erotic mangas you read, but something about this situation was making your heart beat and your brain make all sorts of bad decisions for you.

"Ya — Ya think I'm hot?"

"Super," he said.

You pursed your lips for a moment. "O-Okay, but — " you emphasized, pointing your lollipop at him " — ya gotta be gentle! I mean it! Super gentle!"

Denji nodded excitedly. "I can do that!"

"Okay, then," you said shyly.

"First thing I see in pornos is that the girl's gotta get wet," he explained, casually flipping over your skirt. His face brightened up. "I was totally right! This thong barely covers anything."

His finger moved the thong to the side, and you jolted at the sudden touch. His finger slipped between your pussy lips, rubbing up and down. You were wiggling around for more friction.

"You're so wet," he said in awe, slipping a finger in.

You gasped and automatically leaned back, using your hands to prop you up on the desk. His finger felt different from your fingers whenever you masturbated at home, and you couldn't help but wiggle around. He pumped his finger in and out a few times before taking it out.

He unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock. Your eyes widened at seeing a cock in real life for the first time. You had no idea how it was supposed to fit inside you.

Suddenly, he was bashful. He scratched his neck with one hand as he held his cock in the other.

"Do you — Do you think you could suck it?" he asked.

You blinked a few times before nodding. You got off the desk and onto your knees in front of Denji. You handed the lollipop to him and he placed it in his mouth. You gingerly wrapped your hands around his cock and licked the tip.

Just that alone almost made him cum. He couldn't believe the girl he always followed after was licking his cock.

You sucked on the tip slowly, looking up to see his reaction. His eyebrows were knitted together in concentration.

You began to suck, slowly putting more of him in his mouth. You only managed to do it a few times before Denji grabbed your hair and pulled you off.

"S-Sorry, but I was gonna cum if you kept doing that. Can I put it inside you now?"

You nodded shyly. "Gentle," you reminded.

He nodded. "Gentle."

Your legs trembled as you got up onto your feet. Denji turned you around and softly pushed you over the teacher's desk. He flipped your skirt up and spread your legs apart, tapping his cock onto your ass cheek.

Your heart was beating rapidly in anticipation, but you were also a bit nervous and scared. You felt the tip of his cock prod at your pussy, and you were thankful Denji was being slow and gentle like he promised.

Every so often, you'd gasp and he'd still in his movement. The corners of your eyes had tiny bubbles of tears. It was such a new, painful experience. He was being considerate, making sure to listen for any gasps of pain. It took a while for his cock to fully go inside you, and the two of you were already a bit tired from being in the same position for a while, but it was worth it in the end.

But once he noticed you were used to his cock and began moving, it was difficult for him to be gentle.

Your head was yanked back, hair tangled between his fingers as he pulled your hair back. His other hand was on your ass, fingers creating indents in the soft flesh.

Denji was not going to last at all, and honestly, he was fine with that. How could he possibly last when he was fucking a score like you? He never even imagined that you could make sounds like that, whimpering and moaning out his Denji and blabbering like an idiot while he fucked you raw.

"D-Denji," you whined.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna cum — "

"N-Not inside! C-Can't inside," you moaned.

It took all his willpower to slide out of you. You whined from the sudden loss of his warm cock inside of you but were easily distracted when Denji grabbed your shoulder and gently nudged you down onto your knees.

"Can you use your tits?" Denji asked. "You know, around my dick?"

You nodded shyly, unbuttoning your blouse all the way to reveal your bright blue bra with flowers on them. You reached behind you and snapped off your bra, letting it fall to the ground. You slowly looked up at Denji to see that his mouth was agape, completely mesmerized by your pretty tits.

"Do you like them?" you nervously questioned.

He nodded frantically. "I love them!"

His response made you feel better about yourself, and you gently wrapped your hands around his cock and opened your mouth to suck on the tip of his cock before sliding the rest of his shaft into your mouth.

Denji was definitely going to cum soon with the way your tongue was moving. Like you, he was a virgin so he didn't know what was good or bad oral, but he thought you were doing a damn good job.

"Y-Y/N, I'm cum — "

Scared of the idea of cum shooting down your throat, you quickly took your mouth off. You squealed as his milky cum coated your face like frosting, dripping down onto your tits. You barely managed to close your eyes in time, but you were certain there was some stuck to your false eyelashes.

"Shit, s-sorry!"

Despite truly feeling sorry, his cock was still twitching and the sight of your face and tits covered in his cum made him giddy.

[skjam]

Pulptober 2024 Day 6: Steve Canyon/Adventures in Foreign Lands

One of the big attractions of pulp literature back in the day was vicarious tourism. Average reader Joe Blow might be stuck in rural Iowa for probably the rest of his life, barring another war. But he could read about all the strange faraway places and exotic women and peculiar customs he'd never see in the cheap magazines with lurid covers.

Were they often poorly researched, containing unfortunate stereotypes and sometimes outright racism? Yes, yes, they were. But communications were slower, National Geographic subscriptions were expensive, and the odds of Joe Blow running into anyone who knew better about a particular faraway corner of the world were slim. And isn't the fantasy what these stories were meant to sell?

And then there were the comic strips. Milton Caniff had created Terry and the Pirates, primarily set in China and East Asia, while Wash Tubbs and Captain Easy by Roy Crane did more globetrotting. During World War Two the casts of both strips joined the United States military. Crane had already tired of the syndicate's demands and jumped ship to create his wholly-owned Buz Sawyer, which initially starred a Navy aviator.

After the war, Buz Sawyer started working as a troubleshooter for an American oil company, which allowed Crane to go back to globetrotting stories. Caniff, seeing how well this worked and wanting a creator-owned strip of his own, created Steve Canyon. The title character was a former Army Air Force pilot who'd gone into business as an air transport small business, so got to fly all over the world.

This review is of his 1948 adventures, still early in the history of the strip.

And let's look at a magazine of such stories, with the now unfortunate title of Oriental Stories. It covered adventures from all over the exotic East, from Palestine to Indonesia. This issue even has a Robert E. Howard tale!

https://www.skjam.com/2023/04/16/magazine-review-oriental-stories-winter-1932/

[whateverbringsyouthroughthenight]

[1932] Cover design ‘Maskierte am Tisch’ (masked character at table), Vol. 37, Jugend, No. 5, p.65, January 26. Heinrich Kley

[pix4japan]

Sip the Essence of Spring: Discovering Gumyoji Sakura Beer at Homareyashuho

Location: Gumyoji, Minami Ward, Yokohama, Japan Timestamp: 17:16・2024/04/09

Fujifilm X100V with 5% diffusion filter ISO 800 for 1/250 sec. at ƒ/2 Classic Negative film simulation

Since its establishment in 1932, Homareyashuho Wine & Liquor Shop has held a cherished place in the hearts of local liquor enthusiasts. In 2010, the shop garnered even greater acclaim with the introduction of its innovative Gumyoji Sakura Beer.

This unique brew utilizes yeast sourced from the cherry blossoms flourishing in the nearby grounds of Gumyoji Temple, showcasing a fusion of tradition and innovation. Today, Homareyashuho continues to captivate both locals and visitors alike with its distinctive offerings, embodying the spirit of craftsmanship and creativity.

To access Google Maps directions, source references for further reading, and a glossary, visit the complete write-up, which is just a 1-minute read (https://www.pix4japan.com/blog/20240409-beer).

[holylottie]

aching bones, aching teeth [04]

masterlist [trailer and TW's]

PAIRING — Lottie Matthews x fem!reader

CHAPTER SINOPSIS — The other girls went to a journey that Lottie didn't want to go (the other girls went to a journey you couldn't follow).

NOTE — english is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes you might find. Please read the tw's first! Thank you for reading :)

Chapter 04 — the trees singing

When you looked in the mirror, you brought your notebook with yourself, with a red and white pattern fabric cover, and in it you made lists, listing every little thing that was different from the day before. You liked to keep yourself sane, to keep track of where you had changed and how you perceived that change. Most days, things stayed the same, but there were moments, like this one, when you felt that something had changed, but you had no idea what it was. 

Something in me wants more. I can't rest. Sylvia Plath, Your first forbidden reading.

You thought about the notes in your notebook, how your hair grew a finger after you started not straightening it, and how when your mother found out, you would cut it off.

You thought about the white dress you were wearing, about how you couldn't even look at your own body without your nightgown on. 

You thought about Stephen and how you would hate the life you were leading, you thought about being angry, angry at literature, at thoughts and at Charlotte, because you knew, you knew, that the only reason you wanted so much more was because you knew there was more than what you had. 

You wondered if it was worth living a life of ignorance or a life full of incomplete desires. 

You thought about Lottie's eyes and came to the conclusion that nothing would be more valuable than having her attention on you.

And then you felt a tear run down your cheek, the drop taking you out of your train of thought and back onto the tracks of the real world. 

It wasn't a tear of sadness, but a tear of polish. You had been staring at yourself in the mirror all this time, without blinking. 

As for me, I had a lot to say. But I remained silent. Albert Camus, 1932, studied it in the first period, between free classes and before cheerleading practice, where you went just to steal the other girl’s glances. Nothing fulfilling.

You stared at the little desk on your left, a decorated letter on the top of it. 

All of your promises were handwritten and sealed with wax in a beautiful colored envelope full of stickers. You liked concrete things —including words.

You wiped your eyes and left the room, straightening your clothes and walking to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

1996

— I still have a bad feeling about this place.

— I can sleep outside with you if you want us to.

Lottie smiled at you, shaking her head.

— We all need to stay together, or else, everything will start to fall and freeze.

You couldn’t really grasp what she was truly saying, but you were used to it by now: always looking for more of Lottie to understand. You two were laying down on the floor of the cabin, sharing a mattress while watching everyone else sleep. Things had turned a little sour ever since the night where Lottie screamed in the attic. You still were mad at Laura for hitting on her with your own bible. What kind of forgiveness could a bloody thing give?

You shake your head, looking at your dirty nails with a sigh, you really wanted to have some nail polish right now. A lot of the girls thought you were a bit stupid for wanting to keep getting yourself dolled up while in the middle of the woods, but you had an urgent need of being pretty all the time. Perhaps it was simply a like to dress up.

Or, perhaps, it was the thought of always having a man over your shoulder, telling how you needed to look or be, what to say and think. Who to kiss.

Lottie held your hand extra tight when she was having nightmares. You felt jealousy of Lottie’s body. Not in a way “She’s much prettier than me”, but in a way of “her cells can reach places my hand can’t”.

Her hand went to your knee, caressing it slightly. 

— I don’t like when you do this, — she said, fingertips passing so very gently and carefully on your wounds — you don’t have to ask forgiveness for anything.

You wished she was right, but Lottie didn’t even know what you did, how could she grant you forgiveness?

Charlotte smiled in between the silence, sitting on the floor next to her best friend, her mind creating narratives, possible paragraphs for the letter she was writing to you.

"I'm sitting here with you, at the kitchen table. I'm holding a knife, but my grip isn't the same as your mother's. I'm holding it to cut an orange. I hold it to cut an orange. I give you the juiciest part."

She had gotten stuck on that part. How were you able to write so many promises so subtly and quickly? You made it seem as if pledging your soul to someone else was something trivial.

— Do you think my mother takes pleasure in hurting my heart? 

You turned your face towards your best friend, tilting your head to one side as you always did when you expected an answer. Charlotte had it, she always did.

— I don't know, maybe she wants to soften the meat before she eats it, only in this case the hammer is words and there's only one person at supper... who keeps banging on the already cooked meal.

— So my mother wants to eat my heart? 

— No, but she certainly wants it for herself. Maybe she'll freeze it, keep it in a box and only give it back to you after your wedding... of course, under the guardianship of your future husband, not yours.

Charlotte's words made you snort, your lips quivering slightly at the mere thought of marriage —you shivered at the thought that you might, at some point, have to make promises to a man. You would never write letters to a boy and, if you had to, you would burn them as soon as your mother saw it, make a little house out of the leftover dust (and live with Charlotte there forever).

— quia pulvis es et in pulverem reverteris. 

You murmured quietly to herself. Charlotte looked at you curiously, her eyebrows raised in doubt, not understanding what you were saying.

— I'd burn with you.

— Do you miss too much of your family, Misty? 

Your sudden question took her out of her bubble of thoughts. She stared at you for a couple of seconds in an awkward silence before speaking. 

— I don't know, I don't remember much of our time together... In fact, I remember almost nothing. — Misty complained, frowning. It was a lie, she remembered, she just didn’t want to.

— I wish I could forget. — you said, getting closer to her with a smile on your face. Big gentle eyes looking at Quigley as your hand goes to her shoulder — I think we should make lots of memories together, then. That way, I can keep them for you.

The phrase made Misty's body warm up, a happy smile on her face as she nodded.

You two giggled together, pressing the berries you’ve found to make the medicine Misty had the recipe for.

Misty looked at her palm, and then at you, offering a piece of her meat. You shook your head, denying it.

— No, thank you, I cannot eat today.

She frowned, asking: — some kind of religious fast?

— No, no, not really, — you shake your head, giggling — I’m testing some plants I've found… to see if it is poisonous or not.

— So to test it you fucking ate it? — her mouth was wide open — are you crazy?

— It’s the only way to see if the other can eat it… — you say it isn’t such a big deal — I don’t eat everything I find! I have a process, okay?

Misty is still wary about your ideas, but she listens closely. Maybe wondering how you two never found each other before, you were so alike, so eager to be needed.

— First I inspect it, I don't eat the ones with little bites on it or the dead ones, then I smell it, if they have certain odors you shouldn’t eat them, like peaches… I rub a piece of it on my belly and wait a long time… If it doesn't get red, I start a whole other routine to see it is edible.

— Sounds like a lot of work… a deadly one. 

— Well, we all got to help in some way, right? — you didn’t mention how the first ones gave you a horrible headache and stomach pain. Perhaps this was your cross: the suffering of Jesus was integral to his obedience and faithfulness to God.

— Have you had any luck yet?

— I did actually, and it tastes almost nice.

— almost nice sounds horrible — Misty answered, laughing, making you laugh too.

— Hey! Don’t be mean to my sweet little leaf — You retorted, putting the most strength you could get onto the berries, you needed to have all the liquid pass through the fabric — Such a pretty color for lipstick. 

— Only if you want poisonous lips. 

Misty comment made you think about the idea of having poison on your lips. 

You would kiss every man on earth.

Natalie and you were looking at Lottie eagerly, staring at the young lady, Nat with the gun and you with the can in your hands —like Cain and Abel unknowingly setting their fates onto their offerings, looking at God (only one receiving the eyes back).

Lottie didn’t say anything, only putting back the bullets on the gun and taking the can out of your hands, closing it to give to Taissa and the other girls. She and Nat left quickly. 

Van got closer and looked at you, with those orbs who could unravel all your secrets. 

— You like her, don’t you? 

You frowned, tilting your head slightly.

— Who doesn’t?

Van decided not to put so much into the conversation, she knew it would come to you at the right time. 

— You truly won’t go with us?

You wanted to go, truly wanted to, but found yourself unable to go somewhere Lottie wouldn’t be able to follow.

— No, I won’t… got to keep everyone on track around here since you won't be able to do it.

— Ah, of course I would — she giggles, hugging you before starting to leave.

You stare at their departure, a pang on your chest: you did not want to have the group split.

Your mind goes to a few days ago, when Lottie had been redeemed, Laura and you at the lake, with Lee holding Lottie. You wanted to be present, but not to be a part of it —too afraid your dirty would pollute the holy lake.

It was a place of holiness, ever since the beginning meaning that things would get better, a symbol of hope. Whenever Lottie felt lost, she could find assurance and answers on the water —which, coincidentally, was your favorite place to be. You loved the idea of it all being washed away, cleaned.

However, watching them leave, knowing about the red lake… you wondered if even Moses would be able to bend such obstacles. 

You knew nothing would remain the same.

— I'd be afraid to sleep near a window that big… — you said, staring at the huge window on the right side of the cabin, a heavy but very damaged curtain folded at the side.

— It's a better view than your scary porcelain dolls… —Lottie answered, throwing your sheep plush in your direction.

— Please don't talk badly about my daughters, it's a delicate subject! — you laughed, putting the plush on your lap, making Laura laugh too — oh...

With the sudden change of subject, Charlotte followed your vision, sitting down on the floor next to Lee and you, looking out of the window at the view outside. 

— They're making a nest in such a horrible tree! It moves too much... 

Lottie frowned, taking a step forward, as if the proximity would make her better able to understand the animal mentality.

 — Is it bad to find familiarity without stability, tiq?

She asked, but her eyes remained outside, studying the way the wind made the leaves move, the branches wobbly and about to break, the roots thick and strong. 

You listened, but your eyes remained on your best friend in silence, studying the way her bangs fell over her forehead, how her cheekbones shone in the orange light of the room.

You two both smiled into your fields of vision as if you two were seeing all the wonders of the world at once, an epiphany of beauty so close to the touch of your hands. 

No man can bathe twice in the same river.

2021

You were not able to sleep, to eat or think about anything else but the blank canvas on your room. Twelve hours ago you had entered your office and weren't able to leave since, having the urgent need to make the perfect painting —there were already four finished on the corner of the room, but they weren't good enough.

Nothing was good enough.

Your stomach was hurt and you could feel your underwear wet from how much you've been sitting down without going to the bathroom or even moving, your body ached for a stretch.

You hear a loud noise, an animal scream, so you turn around, it gets you out of your obsessive haze and puts you into another one: one that searches for directions.

Your feet take you to the forest, the one only a few feet away from your residence, like your own personal (haunted) garden.

You smile as your bare feet touch the hard floor, stepping on rocks and sticks, you giggle with yourself, your arms moving freely, your hands dancing around your body.

You dance in the woods.

You sleep on the dirt —you feel safe at home.

[margotfonteyns]

At The Christmas Ball: A Vintage Xmas Anthology

01 - At The Christmas Ball - Bessie Smith (1925) 02 - Santa Claus, Bring My Man Back To Me - Ozie Ware (1928) 03 - Papa Ain't No Santa Claus - Butterbeans & Susie (1930) 04 - It's Winter Again - Isham Jones & His Orchestra (1932) 05 - Jingle Bells - Benny Goodman & His Orchestra (1935) 06 - There's Frost On The Moon - Artie Shaw & His Strings (1936) 07 - I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm - Mildred Bailey (1937) 08 - Christmas Morning The Rum Had Me Yawning - Lord Beginner (1939) 09 - Winter Weather - Fats Waller & His Rhythm (1941) 10 - Santa Claus Is Coming To Town - Bing Crosby & The Andrews Sisters (1943) 11 - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - Judy Garland (1944) 12 - Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! - Connee Boswell (1945) 13 - Boogie Woogie Santa Claus - Mabel Scott (1948) 14 - Baby, It's Cold Outside - Pearl Bailey & Hot Lips Page (1949) 15 - All I Want For Christmas - Nat King Cole Trio (1949) 16 - What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? - The Orioles (1949) 17 - Midnight Sleighride - Sauter-Finegan Orchestra (1952) 18 - Silent Night - Dinah Washington (1953) 19 - White Christmas - The Drifters (1954) 20 - Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer - The Cadillacs (1956) 21 - Warm December - Julie London (1956) 22 - Love Turns Winter To Spring - June Christy (1957) 23 - The Secret Of Christmas - Ella Fitzgerald (1959) 24 - The Christmas Song - Carmen McRae (1961) 25 - A Christmas Surprise - Lena Horne (1965) 26 - Santa Was Here - Lorez Alexandria (1968)

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[vintagelasvegas]

Apache Hotel / Horseshoe Club / Binion’s Gambling Hall

Apache Hotel, Fremont & 2nd, right around the time of opening in March 1932. No signs on the building. Photo by Larry Ullom.

Apache hotel and various clubs:

‘05: Property bought by W.R. Thomas, begins building a hotel in ‘10, abandons the project, leaving exposed open basement through the 20s.

‘31: P.O. Silvagni buys the property, begins building. A.L. Worswick, architect.

‘32: Apache Hotel opens 3/19/32. Hotel leased to R.R. Russell for 15 years. Silvagni opens a series of clubs in the basement in ‘32-34 - Apache Indian Village, Kiva Club, and ‘Pache Club. Apache Casino, a separate business, opens on the ground floor in Oct. by Pop Houskey, T. Thebo.

‘41: New Western Casino on the ground floor in Jul.; closed Spring ‘42.

‘42: Forester Jewelers on the ground floor (10/1/42-7/28/44).

‘45: S.S. Rex Club on the ground floor, opened 3/3/45. Partners include T. Cornero, Silvagni, W. Alderman. Sign by Nevada Outdoor Advertising. City orders partners including owner/landlord Silvagni out in Jun; G. McAfee licensed to take over the club in Jul.

‘46: S.S. Rex Club sold to M. Bernstein in Feb; M. Sedway as manager; casino becomes Eldorado Club in Aug, Sedway continues as manager.

‘47: Apache Hotel rooftop sign installed (c. late ‘47). Arthur Rozen, Ed Moss take over management at Eldorado Club.

‘50: Eldorado closed in Dec. The club reopened as Clover Club circa Jan.-Feb ‘51 with Eldorado sign in place. Eldorado sign removed from marquee by May ‘51.

Horseshoe club:

‘51: Horseshoe Club opens on the ground floor 8/14/51.

‘52: “Benny Binion” name added to the Horseshoe sign c. May, after Binion is licensed.

‘53: Binion loses license in Dec after federal conviction; casino under control of new partners J. Brown, W. Dorsett, “Doby Doc” Caudill; Binion name removed from the sign in late ‘53 or early ‘54.

‘54: Apache Hotel Annex expansion on 2nd St with Horseshoe Club on the ground floor, alley separates the main building and annex. Million dollar display introduced to Horseshoe Club.

‘58: Horseshoe Club leases Apache Hotel. Rooftop sign removed, and the Apache name retired until 2019. Brown’s stake sold to E. Levinson & Fremont Hotel partners, Levinson as president of Horseshoe.

‘59: Million dollar display removed, currency belonging to Joe W. Brown estate.

‘60: Jack Binion, age 22, approved as 2 ½ owner of Horseshoe

‘61: Neon facade installed on the building and expansion onto former Boulder Club property.

‘62: Parking garage addition, McAllister & Wagner, architect.

‘64: Binion family becomes sole shareholders of the Horseshoe. Main building and annex joined, removing the alley at unknown date in mid-late 60s.

‘69: Million dollar display re-introduced.

‘70: World Series of Poker begins.

‘88: Horseshoe buys The Mint in Jun; expands into the club in Jul; “Mint” lettering immediately removed from the signs; signs entirely replaced throughout Fall ‘88-early ‘89. Benny Binion statue sculpted by Deborah Copenhaver, at Casino Center & Ogden, unveiled in Nov.

‘98: Becky Binion Behnen sole owner of Horseshoe.

‘99: Million dollar display sold, removed.

‘04: Horseshoe closed after cash seizure, 1/9/2004. Sold to Harrah’s. Harrah’s retains Horseshoe brand and World Series of Poker, sells remaining assets to MTR Gaming.

Binion’s Gambling Hall:

‘05: Hotel-casino rebranded Binion’s Gambling Hall & Hotel in Mar.

‘08: Casino and hotel lease sold to TLC Gaming.

‘09: Hotels closed (former Mint tower and Apache).

‘19: Older hotel reopens as Apache Hotel.

Photos from the collection at Nevada State Museum, Las Vegas. Sources include: D. Swanson. Blood aces: the wild ride of Benny Binion, the gangster who created Vegas poker. Viking, 2014.

Below: circa 1932, view on 2nd Street, main hotel entrance. 

[yama-bato]

Victor Delhez

http://www.johncoulthart.com/feuilleton/2014/09/04/victor-delhezs-fleurs-du-mal/

“ Les Fleurs Du Mal series

Officially Delhez started with Les Fleurs Du Mal series in 1932 but we have a letter to his sisters Jeanne and Alice stating that the first works were already made in 1928. This five-part series with a total of 61 works would make Victor Delhez famous.  There’re based upon the work of the French poet Charles Baudelaire. “( https://www.victordelhez.com/product-category/les-fleurs-du-mal-series/ )

[hollywoodlady]

Old Hollywood stars 90+:

01 - Mamie Van Doren, born February 6, 1931 (92 years old);

02 - Angie Dickinson, born September 30, 1931 (91 years old);

03 - Mitzi Gaynor, born September 4, 1931 (91 years old);

04 - William Shatner, born March 22, 1931 (91 years old);

05 - Robert Duvall, born on January 5, 1931 (92 years old);

06 - Leslie Caron, born July 1, 1931 (91 years old);

07 - Claire Bloom, born February 15, 1931 (91 years old);

08 - Marisa Pavan, born June 19, 1932 (90 years old);

09 - James Earl Jones, born January 17, 1931 (92 years old);

10 - Clint Eastwood, born May 31, 1930 (92 years old).

[gatutor]

Belle Bennett (Coon Rapids, Iowa, 22/04/1891-Los Angeles, California, 4/11/1932).

[carbone14]

Magazine Le Sourire - 28 avril 1932

[chris69003]

Zaoooooo….Lei era elegante..discrete..affascinante..

27/04/1932 …18/06/2024 …buon viaggio Anouk …🙏♥️

[theroyalfanzine]

Queen Victoria's Currently living Eldest Decendants and Eldest Ever Descendants

This list is as of 19 April 2024

CURRENTLY LIVING

The Lady Pamela Hicks (19 April 1929) (95 years, 0 months, 0 days)

Princess Astrid, Mrs. Ferner (12 February 1932) (92 years, 2 months, 7 days)

Count Bertram Friedrich zu Castell-Rüdenhausen (12 July 1932) (91 years, 9 months, 7 days)

Mrs. Anne Mary Sibylla Liddell-Grainger (28 July 1932) (91 years,8 months, 22 days)

Princess Caroline Mathilde Adelheid Sibylla Marianne Erika von Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha (5 April 1933) (91 years, 0 months, 14 days)

Princess Dorothea Charlotte Karin of Hesse (24 July 1934) (89 years, 8 months, 26 days)

Princess Margaretha Désirée Victoria, Mrs. Ambler (Sweden, 31 October 1934) ( 89 years, 5months, 13 days)

Countess Viktoria Adelheid Clementine Louise von Castell-Rüdenhausen-Von Huntington-Whiteley (26 Februrary 1935)(89 years, 1 months, 24 days)

Prince Edward George Nicholas Paul Patrick, The Duke of Kent (9 October 1935) (88 years, 6 months, 10 days)

Miss Elizabeth Alice Abel Smith (5 September 1936) (87 years, 7 months, 14 days)

Eldest LIVED Descendants:

On 12 June 2025, Princess Astrid, Mrs. Ferner will join this list if she is still living.

Prince Philip, The Duke of Edinburgh (10 June 1921-9 April 2021) ( 99 years, 10 months, 11 days)

Princess Alice of Albany, Countess of Athlone (25/02/1883-03/01/1981) (97 years, 10 months, 10 days)

Queen Elizabeth II of The United Kingdom (21 April 1926-8 September 2022) ( 96 years, 4 months, 18 days)

King Mihai I of Romania (25/10/1921-05/12/2017) ( 96 years, 1 month, 11 days)

Count Carl Johan Bernadotte af Wisborg (Sweden) (31/10/1916-05/05/2012) (95 years, 6 months, 5 days )

The Lady Pamela Hicks (19 April 1929) (95 years, 0 months, 0 days)

Count Sigvard Bernadotte af Wisborg (of Sweden) (07/06/1907-04/02/2002) (94 years, 7 months, 28 days )

Lady Katherine Brandram (Princess of Greece and Denmark) (04/05/1913 02/10/2007) ( 94 years, 4 months, 27 days )

Infanta Dona Beatriz   Isabel Federica Alfonsa Eugénie Cristina Maria Teresia Bienvenida Ladislàa   of Spain, The Princess of Civitella-Cesi   (22/06/1909-22/11/2002) (93 years, 5 months, 1 day)

Patricia Edwina Victoria Mountbatten- Knatchbull  , The 2nd Countess Mountbatten of Burma (14/02/1924-13/06/2017) ( 93 years, 4 months)

FACTS:

The Duke of Edinburgh is the husband  and third cousin of Queen Elizabeth II, first cousin of Lady Katherine Brandram,  The Countess Mountbatten of Burma & Lady Pamela (Mountbatten) Hicks & uncle to Princess Dorothea Charlotte Karin of Hesse.  He is also a 1st cousin 1x removed of  Queen Sofia of Spain, King Constantine II of the Helenes and Princess Irene of Greece & Denmark and The Duke of Kent (The Duke of Kent’s mother Marina was The Duke of Edinburgh’s first cousin).

Queen Elizabeth II is a 3rd cousin of The Countess Mountbatten of Burma, Lady Pamela Mountbatten, The Duke of Edinburgh. She is the wife of The Duke of Edinburgh. Through her marriage, she is an aunt to  Princess Dorothea Charlotte Karin of Hesse. She is a first cousin of The Duke of Kent.

Lady Pamela Hicks is a 3rd cousin of Queen Elizabeth II, a first cousin of  The Duke of Edinburgh, her big sister was The Countess Mountbatten of Burma.

Princess Astrid, Mrs. Ferner is a third cousin of The Countess Mountbatten of Burma, The Duke of Edinburgh, Queen Elizabeth II & Lady Pamela Hicks.

The Countess of Althorne was the last surviving grandchild of Queen Victoria. By her marriage,  The Countess of Althorne was also a great aunt of Queen Elizabeth II-she married QEII’s grandmother’s brother

King Mihai I of Romania was the last monarch of Romania, he was also a great grandchild of Queen Victoria twice-once through his mother (via Victoria, Princess Royal) and once through his father (via Alfred, Duke of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha)

Sweden’s Count Carl Johan Bernadotte af Wisborg & Count Sigvard Bernadotte af Wisborg were brothers as well as uncles to King Carl XVI Gustaf, Princess Margareta, Mrs. Ambler, Princess Birgitta of Sweden, Princess of Hohenzollern,  Princess Désirée, Baroness Silfverschiöld,  Princess Christina, Mrs. Magnuson, Queen Margrethe II of Denmark, Princess Benedikte of Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg & Queen Anne-Marie of Greece.

Countess Viktoria Adelheid Clementine Louise von Castell-Rüdenhausen-Von Huntington-Whiteley  was a great granddaughter of Prince Leopold, The Duke of Albany, thus a great great granddaughter of Queen Victoria. She is also the younger sister of  Count Bertram Friedrich zu Castell-Rüdenhausen.

[breha]

hometown blues // a century of sounds about and out of new orleans for louis de pointe du lac to throw out and then dig out of the trash ten minutes later

01. wolverine blues jelly roll morton (1923) 02. out of nowhere king oliver (1926) 03. basin street blues louis armstrong (1928) 04. new orleans hop scop blues bessie smith (1930) 05. i’m putting all my eggs in one basket the boswell sisters (1932) 06. on the sunny side of the street louis armstrong (1934) 07. you always hurt the one you love bunk johnson (1944) 08. do you know what it means to miss new orleans? billie holiday (1947) 09. tipitina professor longhair (1953) 10. summertime / sometimes i feel like a motherless child mahalia jackson (1956) 11. bourbon street blues louis prima (1959) 12. walking to new orleans fats domino (1960) 13. pagan love song sweet emma barrett (1963) 14. big chief professor longhair (1964) 15. second line duke ellington (1970) 16. soul sister allen toussaint (1972) 17. what’cha say the meters (1974) 18. put out the light james booker (1976) 19. night people lee dorsey (1978) 20. brother john / iko iko the neville brothers (1981) 21. st. louis blues preservation hall jazz band (1982) 22. ma tit fille buckwheat zydeco (1987) 23. and the band played on wynton marsalis (1993) 24. spaceship relationship dr. john (1994) 25. i’ll be glad when you’re dead treme brass band (1995) 26. way down yonder in new orleans harry connick, jr (2001) 27. treme song john boutté (2003) 28. crazy bout my boifriend sissy nobby (2010) 29. dangerous big freedia (2014) 30. american tune allen toussaint (2016) 31. it ain’t no use trombone shorty (2017) 32. movement 11’ jon batiste (2021) 33. communion in my cup tank and the bangas, the ton3s (2022)

[taro26]

今回は京都の寺町商店街にたたずむ「スマート珈琲店」に行ってきました。

1932年（昭和7年）創業の歴史ある素敵な喫茶店でした☕️