#Gale storm

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Tav x Gale One-Shot: A First of Many

One-shot TavxGale fic. If you choose the bed love scene option.

‘It draws moans out of his chest, not his throat. She’s claimed his lungs too, because of course she has. There’s going to be very little of him left that won’t belong to her. None at all, if he has his way.’

Rating: Not Suitable for Work/Timeline

He isn’t even sure that saying he forgot what this felt like was accurate. He hadn’t. This felt wholly new, because it was. Nothing had ever felt quite like it.

He’s been outside himself, undulating amongst the stars and filled with the white heat of being overwhelmed and blissfully blinded. Barely a moments rest in between sharp, pleasurable sensations; exploding in a single burst that would leave him reeling. He would find himself back in his bed, or office settee, or the floor, still dizzy; not able to come down as fast as he would like. And why would he? It was a mind blowing experience with the one who held his muse. The one he thought was his muse.

Here, there is heat, but it’s a tolerable warmth. And it’s not just focused in the area receiving the most stimulation; it’s not pinpricking his nerves. His whole body feels heavy, but still liquid. Every steady roll of her hips and dig of her nails into his chest drag him down further into a pool of pleasure. His breathing is heavy, and here and there, it’s hitched. But he has time in between the roll of her hips to breathe; to not be crashed into the sensations. Rather, she is coaxing him into them with a precision that he is impressed and devastated by.

He always appreciated meticulousness because it signaled thoughtfulness. Passion, even. That must be what this is, then. True passion. She hasn’t stopped moving on him; has not faltered once. Their bodies are covered with a sheen of sweat, so much that her skin glides across his lightly haired thighs in a way that ratchets him up further.

By the gods, she won’t stop.

It draws moans out of his chest, not his throat. She’s claimed his lungs too, because of course she has. There’s going to be very little of him left that won’t belong to her. None at all, if he has his way.

In between those moans, he bites his lips. Licks them for no other reason than that pleasure dictates it. And she’s quieter in bed; that he can already tell. But she can’t fight the small moans exiting her either. They seem to come from her throat more than her chest, however. As if she was trying to resist making noise at all.

He wants to tell her to let them out. But all he can do is slide a palm over her damp thigh, and hang on.

She rolls, and presses, winces, moans, bounces. Rolls, presses, repeat. And the buildup of his climax isn’t a forceful push into a bright bang. It’s quieter, and stronger. Enough that his groans rattle his chest. He is slipping into a place that, once he reaches, he’ll never want to leave again.

“Gale,” she says quietly, voice trembling and laced with a hint of urgency.

Her body finishes the sentence, the pulses of her around him too haphazard to be intentional. She’s close, and so is he. And it’s not just the feeling of her gripping him and dragging her along with him. It’s the mechanics of it, the everything of it. The knowledge that the steady press of his length into her is going to coax a climax from her. The realization that he’s going to finish just like this. In the quiet night, with her riding him none too urgently, and with her barely making any noise.

“Tav,” he chokes out. “Gods, Tav.”

The desperation in his voice encourages her to move her hips just a bit harder, causing him to cry out.

“Love. It’s…I’m-

She hums in response, closing her eyes and letting her head roll back.

“I know,” she whispers. “Me too. Just-

“Tav, please,” he rushes out, not certain that he could withstand hearing her tell him to hang on just a while longer. He can’t. He hasn’t been able to withstand her since she pulled him out of the disaster of his own rune. Then out of constant peril. Then out of his own self diminishing thoughts. Of of his own plans. Then joined him outside his body. And now, pulling him apart at the seams.

A harsh sound leaves him again when she switches back to bouncing.

“That’s…gods, love. That’s it. I’m-“

She slows down again and returns to grinding instead.

No, she can’t possibly.

He makes a sound that he’s sure is a whine, reaching a hand up for her to hold. She didn’t really need the support, but she takes his hand anyway. And were it not for the shine of her body and clenching of her core, he’d think she wasn’t affected much at all.

“Please,” he groans, then swallows. “Tav, please.”

“Please, what?” She asks lowly, head still tossed back, hips rolling faster, hand still grasping his.

‘Let me finish. Make me finish. Make me drown. Do it over and over again. Mark me until there’s nothing of me left that isn’t claimed.’

“With me,” he answers instead, and it was a nonthought. Right now, that’s what he wanted more than anything. Their collective crash.

She moans out, and it’s probably the loudest she’s been all night. It forces his hand that was latched to her sweaty thigh to slide up to her lower stomach. He moves his thumb lower, barely swiping it across her west flesh, back and forth.

“Yes?” She asks.

“Yes,” he bites out. “I need you.”

‘In every way, forever.’

“I need to feel you.”

To hells with what the heavens have to offer. Her burning coldness could never freeze over this heat. The tangle of these scarred, tired bodies wrestling on top of dampened sheets is something that he never felt with his goddess. The pleasure and carnality of being in his body and nearly about to be outside of it was enough. Perfect. Still too much. He’s-

He gasps, body locking along with his lungs. The climb up is slow, which makes it more impactful. But yet, he’s not overwhelmed. It’s not happening so fast he can barely feel it.

“Fuck,” he curses in a rare display. “Tav.”

The peak of it takes him high. It unlocks his body and causes him to writhe without thought. It forces wave after wave of moans out of him. And it somehow keeps taking him higher, increasing the volume and pitch of his cries.

It’s lasting so long.

He throws his head back against the pillows, craning his neck even. Gods, it won’t stop.

“Gale,” she says again, quite urgently this time. “Oh gods.”

He can’t respond with anything over than a tortured groan, still in the throes of his climax. It’s not until he finally starts to come down and get control of his movements that she grows frantic.

When his breathing finally starts to level, Tav pulls away from him suddenly, causing him to hiss. She leans over his chest and supports herself on one hand next to his head, the other hand rubbing herself frantically. “Your fingers, please.”

He obliges, movements syrupy for a moment before his brain finally dictates to his body that he has a job to do.

He presses his middle and index fingers inside her, looking up at the tortured expression on her face. Her eyes are shut tight, and her mouth is parted slightly.

In a rare display, he actually has no words for her. His mind has been swirled around too much and has yet to settle. So he fucks her harder, feeling the clench of her around his fingers.

“Yes,” she whispers shakily, matching his tempo. “Gale, yes.”

His only answer is to keep going, and when her climax finally hits, it still earns a twitch from him despite being spent.

She stops breathing when it takes her, her hand fumbling and slowing down. A broken groan leaves her as he feels her push against him, hard, and then a warm rush trickles against his skin.

He slows his hand, still pressing steadily until she finishes trembling and riding her high. When her eyes finally open, that’s when he stops entirely.

Her eyes are alert, pupils blown, and the both of them are panting shared air.

She’s quiet, always has been. But even now she manages to sweep him up by finding the best words to say.

“This,” she says, low tone slightly cracking through. She moves a hand to press over the Orb, but makes sure he keeps his eyes on hers. “Just this. Forever.”

End

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Propaganda

Gale Storm (Abandoned, Between Midnight and Dawn, Foreign Agent)—Amazing stage name

Brigitte Bardot (Contempt, And God Created Woman)—unbelievable charisma off the charts, post-war France could barely handle her because she just radiates sexuality in the deepest, hottest way. i've never seen a woman who fit so clearly in my head the "beautiful woman" category. also i'm including her little suit number because why not [linked below]

This is round 1 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Brigitte Bardot propaganda:

"Los Angeles Times in 2011 ranked her as the second most beautiful woman in film, she won a David di Donatello award and was nominated for a BAFTA. Literally nicknamed a sex kitten, she used her fame to promote animal rights. And God Created Woman was so scandalous to US audiences that some theater managers were arrested for screening it"

"She was a sex symbol and her style is influential even today"

"She's just so iconic! Wikipedia extracts because why not : "In 2011, Los Angeles Times Magazine's list of "50 Most Beautiful Women in Film" ranked her number two" "The Guardian named Bardot "one of the most iconic faces, models, and actors of the 1950s and 1960s" "According to the liner notes of his first (self-titled) album, musician Bob Dylan dedicated the first song he ever wrote to Bardot. " I mean of course she is iconic in France, but she inspired many women outside of France"

"She wasn't just a sex symbol because men found her attractive and then that imagine of her was further promoted. But she was actually one of (if not) the first women to stand for emancipated women in a sexual way in a time when women were considered to mainly exist to please their man. She was famous for portraying women who lived their sexuality for their own pleasure and knew what they wanted. Very important! And also what's hotter than a woman driving men wild because they don't even know how to handle a woman with her own ideas and needs lol"

[love-pinups]

Gale Storm😍

[tonette-and-fipple]

It's the new gal!! ⛈️

[citizenscreen]

Gale Storm and Boris Karloff for 'It's Murder My Dear,' 1959 episode of “The Gale Storm Show”

[fashioninpaper]

“My Little Margie” was published by Charlton Comics and ran for 54 issues between July 1954 to November 1964. It was based on the sitcom starring Gale Storm which ran on CBS then NBC for 4 seasons and 126 episodes. The series co-starred Charles Farrell as Margie’s father.

[cinematicfinatic]

Gale Storm .... It Happened On 5th Avenue

[oldshowbiz]

[brokehorrorfan]

Revenge of the Zombies will be released on Blu-ray on November 26 via Kino Lorber. The 1943 horror-comedy is a quasi-sequel to 1941's King of the Zombies.

Steve Sekely (The Day of the Triffids) directs from a script by Edmond Kelso (King of the Zombies) and Van Norcross. John Carradine stars with Gale Storm, Robert Lowery, Mantan Moreland, and Bob Steel.

Special features are listed below.

Special features:

Audio Commentary by Film Historians Tom Weaver and Gary D. Rhodes (new)

Scott Warrington (Mauritz Hugo) returns to his childhood home in the Louisiana bayou after learning that his deceased sister, Lila (Veda Ann Borg), may have been poisoned. He is shocked to discover that Lila's husband, Dr. von Altermann (John Carradine), is secretly a Nazi madman who has been perfecting a way to turn the dead into an army of zombies who will serve Hitler!

Pre-order Revenge of the Zombies.

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The Underworld Story (1950) Cy Endfield

October 27th 2024

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[onefootin1941]

Charles Farrell

Charles David Farrell (August 9, 1900 – May 6, 1990) was an American film actor whose height was in the 1920s and 1930s and the Mayor of Palm Springs from 1947 to 1955. Farrell was known for his onscreen romances with actress Janet Gaynor in more than a dozen films, including 7th Heaven, Street Angel, and Lucky Star.

He was a popular Hollywood leading man, first silent and then early talkie movies. By the end of the 30's, Farrell's star diminished but in 1938, he with several partners founded the fabled Hollywood Racquet Club which became the watering hole of the stars in Palm Springs that took a dusty, hot little town where no one ever ventured to a place of prosperity, plush development and the winter home of movie stars and famous people of every description including Presidents.

His success with the club also resurrected his career with the popular TV sitcom "My Little Margie" where he costarred with Gale Storm. The series was aired shortly after his election as the fifth mayor of Palm Springs to a six year term. The successful show made Charles Farrell the best-known mayor in the entire country. Soon, he would also headline an alternate TV series, the long running "Charlie Farrell Show" a sitcom which was virtually a national commercial for Palm Springs and his Racquet Club.

Farrell married Virginia Valli, a former silent film star, on February 1, 1931, in Yonkers, New York, after which the couple settled in Palm Springs. She died from a stroke on September 24, 1968. According to historian Stephen O'Brien, Farrell became increasingly reclusive after his wife’s death, until he died from heart failure on May 6, 1990, in Palm Springs. He was buried next to his wife at the Welwood Murray Cemetery.

[irina-irina-irina]

Gale Storm

[love-pinups]

Gale Storm in It Happened on 5th Avenue. So very beautiful.

[tonette-and-fipple]

🌩Some concept sketches for gale storm💨

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She's one of the few OCs that i specifically made for this AU

Most of them I've just had lying around since high school

(Decide to post it for funsies )

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Gale Storm (April 5, 1922 – June 27, 2009)