#40s aesthetic

[cleopatragirlie]

[vintage-tigre]

[l0uisebrooks]

Alicia Markova in "The Dying Swan" photographed by Carl Van Vechten, 1948.

[boar-xam]

Something a bit different!!! Thinking about Steve Rogers drawing Bucky in the 40s so here that is :D

[retro-only-darling]

Bette Davis in the 40s

[jeanharlowshair]

Photoplay Magazine, February 1945.

[juresmccann]

Gene Tierney and Jeanne Crain on the set of Leave Her To Heaven (1945)

[vanillacoladoll]

☆I Was One Thing Now I'm Being Another☆

[vertigoartgore]

2003's Action Comics #801-805 & #810 cover by Dave Bullock. Source

[coolvintagecars]

Packard Convertible (1940)

[nyctovoid]

I drew this in like February and I’ve been too scared to color it so i finally gave up and scanned it to finish it digitally, because I’m a coward

[cleopatragirlie]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟗) ❀

[vintage-tigre]

Art Deco influenced bedroom in the Maharaja of Morvi's Gujarat residence ~ constructed in 1942, Morvi, India

[jamjjamm]

Steve & Bucky

[r0seb100d]

im actually obsessed with liars moon and jack duncan like ugh the vibes are just so cool and he’s soo hot so like jack duncan with a really sweet reader who’s sort of like their high school’s sweetheart and she’s just UGHHH and he’s like “omg wifeyy 😍😍😍”

Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy! 🤍

Warnings: fem! reader, kissing

Doesn't matter 'cause it's enough To be young and in love

She was sitting by the lake with her best friend, basking in the late afternoon sun, sipping on her Coca-Cola, stretching her legs out on the picnic blanket, letting the delicate breeze brush along her skin.

Upon feeling a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist, she turned around to face none other than Jack, beaming at her.

“Hey, baby.”

“Jack, what are you doing here?!”

She could hardly contain her smile and blush as she gazed at him, so happy to see him again, even though she had seen him just that morning. 

He took one of her perfectly manicured hands in his rough one, evidence of the hard work he had been doing out on the farm.

“Got off early, figured I’d come find my pretty girl.”

She continued staring at him, unable to take her eyes off the boy she loved so dearly. 

Jack turned to her best friend, nodding at her.

“S’okay if I steal her for the evening?”

Her friend laughed.

“Yeah, sure, I’ve had enough of her; see you later, lovebirds.”

She giggled at her friend’s teasing, gently tugging her pin-curled blonde hair in response to her remarks, watching as she gathered her stuff and got up to leave and waved goodbye.

Jack took her space on the blanket, now reaching to take both of her soft hands in his.

“It’s not that late yet; do you wanna get something to eat?”

She smiled and nodded, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

Jack responded immediately, snaking an arm around her waist, caressing the delicate fabric of her pale pink shirtwaist dress. 

Pulling away, her cheeks rosy and eyes bright, she stood up, pulling him up with her.

“Let’s go to that diner we went to last week; I really liked it there.”

He kissed her cheek.

“Anything you want, sweetheart.”

Jack pulled her in close to him, carrying her things in one arm as the other held her, walking up the hill with the sun setting in the background, painting the sky in a gorgeous blend of tangerine and coral.

She looked so beautiful to him, her hair and face glowing in the warm light of the sun, and he pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

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They sat in one of the booths near the back, red walls covered in frames of famous stars including John Wayne, Cary Grant, and Ingrid Bergman. 

It was more peaceful in this section; the noises from the kitchen were just a distant hum.

She held her head in her hands as she skimmed over the menu.

“Are you two ready to order?”

A waitress had appeared by the side of the table, notepad and pen in hand. 

She looked up at the waitress and then Jack, nodding.

“Yes, could I please have fries and a strawberry milkshake?” Jack watched her from across the table with admiration; the way she held herself was so adorable, and she was always polite and smiling at everyone she spoke to.

“And you, young man?”

“Just fries and a Coke, thank you.”

After the waitress left, he asked her about her day, genuine interest visible in his expression.

“Anything interesting happen today?”

“Nothing much. I had my piano lesson in the morning, then I cleaned the stables a bit, and after, I just spent the rest of the day by the lake. It’s so beautiful down there; we found a place that none of us have ever been to before. There are flowers everywhere, and if you sit for long enough, you can see little bunnies jumping around. We should go together sometime.”

“You busy tomorrow?”

She shook her head.

“After church and lunch, I’m free.”

“Okay, I’ll come get you; maybe we could take the horses out, hm?”

Her eyes sparkled, and her red lips curved up into a smile.

“It's a date.”

Jack leaned across the table, capturing her lips in a tender kiss.

“It’s a date.” He agreed. “We can catch a movie in the evening if you’d like?”

“Yeah, I would like that.”

She murmured against his lips, kissing him once more.

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[retro-only-darling]

Vivien Leigh in 1940