#Iconic dancer

[streetplaya]

The Lola Falana Show

[crisscreen]

♰ 𝕭𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

[yesenia-suarez]

Hyunjin viéndose tan lindo y feliz cuando está en el escenario 🥟✨

[getfreeviolet]

ballet girl autumn 🩰

[vintage-queens2]

Josephine Baker, George Hoyningen-Huene, 1929

[ludmilachaibemachado]

Ann Margret🌺🌵🌺

Via @thereal60sbazaar on Instagram🌵

[aadhiskanmani]

Dola re Dola...

[harumi-web]

꒰ ㅤ✦ㅤ⠀ׅ⠀໋⠀🐚᭄ㅤ﹫ nᧉ𑜎 p𖦹st ش ㅤ ⊹ ㅤ◌ ꒱

[drpepper-lovers-blog]

Marc bolan in the late 60s and early 70s

[nepentheism]

⠀◌͝ །⠀⠀⠀to think that we, could stay the same⠀　　ℐ

[mylovelyhyunjin]

241019 Dominate Australia - Melbourne

Hyunjin

[©bearbowknot, ©Xiaoyu, ©3second, ©rin, ©hyunimi, ©philophile, ©seotaehui]

[bottle-of-harpoons]

The ultimate ribbon dancer.

[vintage-queens2]

Tempest Storm

[moodboardmix]

Mrs Tina Turner The "Queen of Rock 'n' Roll" 

(November 26, 1939 – May 24, 2023)

In a career spanning more than 60 years, the US-Swiss singer, who was born Anna Mae Bullock in Nutbush, Tennessee, won eight competitive Grammy Awards and has a star on both the Hollywood Walk of Fame and the St Louis Walk of Fame.

Her famous track list over the years includes the Bond theme track for 1995’s GoldenEye, with a tune of the same name co-written by Bono and The Edge of U2 fame, and other tracks include We Don’t Need Another Hero (Thunderdome), What’s Love Got to Do With It, Private Dancer, Let’s Stay Together and many more.

In 2008 she duetted at the Grammys with Beyonce for a rendition of Proud Mary which featured both the powerful singers, in sparkly outfits, mirroring each other’s choreography.

Other notable duets through her career included performing with David Bowie and in 1985 she took to the stage with The Rolling Stones’ Sir Mick Jagger during Live Aid.

Her career spanned more than music, with her starring in the 1985 film Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome alongside Mel Gibson and she also appeared in 1993’s Last Action Hero.

In 2021 she sold the rights to her back catalogue after reaching an agreement with BMG for an undisclosed sum, signing over her share of her recordings, her music publishing writer’s share and her name, image and likeness, the company said.

Her solo works include 10 studio albums, two live albums, two soundtracks and five compilations, which together have sold more than 100 million records.

All our heartfelt compassion goes out to her family. 

Tina, we will miss you dearly.

[vintage-tigre]

[liillyliilly]

Go-Go Dancer

kenji sato x reader words; 1737 synopsis; she's an unattainable go-go dancer, he's just a baseball player.

Neon gold lights. Thigh highs and swinging hips with dangling belly-dancing chains. Midnight answers desiring to be claimed. Nothing can go wrong in Las Vegas, even if only for a night of faked immortality and shaken resolve.

Kenji Sato can’t help it if he has a sweet tooth for just one girl that he has to fly out every month for.

He tried asking if she’d fly out to him once but she just licked her cherry lollipop, rolled her eyes, and gave him a flat, “No.”

Sitting on a long, L-shaped couch, he crosses his legs, uncrosses them, and then crosses them again repeatedly. A glass of sugary cocktail is glittering blue and green. His black button up is undone, exposing his chest and the beginnings of his abdomen. Dressy suit pants clash with the snake-skin shoes he wears.

It is a mixture of business and pleasure. Baseball would always be the official reason he visited Vegas. He took up an assistant coach position for a team here, for the off season from his position at the Yomiuri Giants.

But he was never out at the ballpit later than ten at night, he came here instead.

Here was where his little go-go dancer was.

She laughs the most, out of all the dancers. Probably due to the amount of candy she eats when she dances. Suckers, licorice, chocolate pieces, sour gummies. Anything that she could have, she’d consume. It was her schtick, her selling point. After fifteen minutes of dancing at a time, she sit on the edge of the stage, chewing candy and kicking her feet as people tried to talk to her. She’d playfully shake her head and wiggle her finger, turning her head around to cheer for her friend who was dancing.

He liked that she did go-go dancing, it was light-hearted, energetic and bubbly. It wasn’t always purely to satiate his craving to see her in skimpy get-ups, but instead to see her having genuine fun spinning around and running her hands from her shoulders to her hips to her knees. If he was in a rut, he’d just need to watch her throw her head back and giggle when another dancer would tug on her arm so they could tango a little.

After the show was when they could be alone, sitting in a nook in the club.

Neither of them wants to talk first. Neither will talk first. He slides a stick of gum across the counter, and she starts to chew it. Blowing a hot pink bubble in his direction, he pops it with his pointer finger. The laugh in response causes her shoulders to shift from the way happiness crawls up from her lungs to her mouth.

“Thanks for the gum.”

“Thanks for the dance. You know I can pay my own entry fee right?” He leans into her, and she pushes him back a little with her hand. She always covered his payment when he would come to see her.

Kenji calls over a waiter and orders some glasses of water, and a plate of chicken nuggets.

“Oh! And some house salad, you know I like the way you make it Petey!” She grins at the waiter who nods his head and adds it to his sheet of paper. Kenji waves him off.

The blaring music keeps going, and the flashing lights give him a slight migraine. When he rubs his temple to relieve the pressure, she uses her hand to cup his face and uses her thumb to replace his hand easing away the headache.

“Your boyfriend doing good?”

“Hm, he’s alright. He’s getting boring now.” She slides closer to him, and Kenji rests a hand on her thigh. The sheer nude fishnets an abrasive texture under his fingers.

Kenji tilts his head forward a little, invading her personal space. “I’m not boring, am I?”

“No. But you’re always so safe, so clean, so pristine.” She mutters a little, brushing her lips against his cheek. He liked it when she spoke in threes. “I like it when you’re a little messy.”

“Messy?”

She kisses him, and he kisses back. He moves a hand behind her neck, pushing her into him. She curls her fingers through his soft black hair, appreciating the slight cage of gel he put into his finger. Running her fingers through the fringe broke the shell and his flyaways were back and ticking her face again and she hummed into the kiss.

He goes down, kissing her jaw hotly, leaving wet traces of his mouth along her skin. The sounds she makes become his melody- he wants it as the ringtone in his phone. She wiggles her hips a little and he pulls her onto him.

Pushing the table away a little, she slots between the counter and his chest. He keeps a hand on her neck, bringing his other hand to press the small of her back, forcing her to get nearer.

In a tease, she eases her stance from her knees that lifted her up. Firmly, her hips are on top of his. She bites his neck as she rolls her hips over his, barely missing the heat between his legs. He groans and lets his head lull on top of the built in couch.

He’s shivering a little, trying to keep his hips from stuttering or his stomach from tightening.

The waiter comes back and sets the food onto the table with an awkward chuckle, Kenji just slides his credit card across the table and huffs.

Once he can put his card back into his wallet, he tries to go back to kissing her on the mouth. But she’s already crawling off of him and eating a bite of croutons, with a single piece of lettuce.

Kenji snickers, getting a drink of his water, letting his attention go to how she watches his Adam’s Apple bob with the swallowing he does.

He bites the head off of his chicken nugget, dinosaur shaped.

“Don’t get too messy, okay?” She pouts at him and he nods.

Once the food is clear, water is drunk, and shirts smoothed out. She tries to say goodbye.

“Same time next month yeah?” She twists a loose strap from her top, a leather piece that’s attached by clasps to just dangle against her torso.

Kenji grabs the strap and pulls her into him. The entrance has people trying to scooch around them to get in, so Kenji brings the pair of them out of the club to stand by the bored bodyguard. She’s tracing shapes on his stomach with her fingernail, and it tickles him. So once he makes a disapproving noise, she rests her hand flat on his chest.

“I’ll be back in two months, I have more work in the next few weeks.”

She clicks her tongue, not looking at him. “You’re going to forget all about me Jiji.”

The nickname was silly, but he liked it more than he’d ever care to admit.

“Never.”

How could he ever forget his go-go dancer?

Two months later, he feels stung. She’s sitting in someone else’s lap. When she sees him, and knows she’s been caught she clambers out of the girl’s lap, leaving the girl hot faced and with glossy, puffed, bright purple lips.

He does the only thing he can see as reasonable, leaning against a corner wall. She bounds up to him and tries to explain, tries to find a way to describe why she didn’t respond to any of his texts in the last week.

She tugs on his hair a little, trying to demand his attention.

She had to admit that while Kenji had her pressed up against the wall, he was kind of hot. But him being hot didn’t empty out the fuel that she wanted to add to his delicious anger that was radiating off of him like steam from soup.

Leaning against the wall, she pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. “All this anger, and just because of a little tug on your hair?” Kenji pressed his lips into a thin line, there was a prominent vein protruding from his neck, and his ears were so red she thought they were comparable to a strawberry. She wanted to see how much further he was willing to go.

“How pathetic.” She spat out. Trying to escape his hold on her against the wall.

In an instant his lips were against hers. Smashing pressure against her lips, his hands went straight to cupping her ass, his chest and hers pushed together before he lifted her up. Taking the hint, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Maybe she should have felt more shame for making out with Kenji in the middle of the day in a barely empty club that was playing house music.

But what's the fun in that?

Sloppy wet kisses trailed from her mouth to her jaw to her neck. He kissed her like a man starved of his last meal while on death row. He kissed like she was going to disappear in an instant. He moved to rest her body against the window ledge, laying her down on her back as he hovered over her.

Tugging her loose t-shirt off, leaving her in a strappy blue costume bandeau, he tainted her skin by kissing her torso and chest in every part where she had exposed skin. His hands went to hold her thighs down against the ridge of the ledge. Looking up at her with hooded eyes, Kenji bit down hard on her neck. When she let out a moan at the pleasurable pain, he spoke up.

“Look who’s pathetic now.”

She hugs him. And he keeps his face in her neck, letting his breath catch up to him. His panting leaves condensation on her skin. They’re in his hotel room and under the thin white sheets.

There was no being blase about her, no nonchalance left in his body for her.

“There’s go-go dancing in Tokyo.”

“I know.”

“Just a thought.”

“I know.”

After that night, they never see each other again. She had moved out to New York, and deleted his number. He tried to find her, but none of her past co-workers would expose her contact information or new address. There was nothing much he could do but mourn the loss and move on.

Nothing more than a fling with a go-go dancer.