#Loretty

[maisonmimosa]

[marvelousmerylstreep]

actually obsessed with loretta durkin, am I a lorettie??

also stream look for the light wherever you get your music!!

[upsidedownwithsteve]

The Seventh Day Of Christmas

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [1.5K]

Working overtime at the diner during the lead up to Christmas had you somewhat frazzled. Your feet hurt from standing all day, you were too tired to do much after a double shift and you were severely behind on your Christmas shopping.

In fact, you’d completely forgot about the get-together everyone was having that night until you bumped into Robin outside of the grocery store, cereal bar and lukewarm coffee in hand.

Hawkins was covered in a thin layer of frost, the air cold enough to see, the trees covered in string lights rather than leaves. The girl had reminded you of the movie night in the Wheeler’s basement, the secret Santa that had been arranged almost three week ago and how you were on snack duty.

And despite the way you’d nodded your head and tried to smile, promising you’d be there, Robin had grinned and seen right through your panic. ‘Cause with another twelve hour shift ahead of you, when were you supposed to buy your secret Santa present?

Who’s name had you even picked out of the hat?

You found the strip of crumpled paper at the bottom of your purse, just as you were finishing for the night. Your apron had too many stains on it, your feet ached, Mr Loretti had let you take home a couple of boxes of pizza and your boyfriend's name stared up at you in Nancy’s neat print.

Steve Harrington.

You’d decided on what to do before you even got home, rushing from your car into the house with a brand new burst of energy. If you were quick about it, you could pull it off before you needed to be at Nancy’s with the food, ready to watch bad Christmas movies with the rest of your friends.

You showered the grease and the smells of the diner from your hair, your skin, closing your eyes just briefly as the hot water washed over you, a smile on your lips as you thought about the boy.

It had been a few days since you’d properly spent time with Steve, both of you busy with work and the holiday rush, making do with whispered phone calls between dinner and bed, voices tired and words spoken a little longingly. Every night he told you he missed you and every night a new need and want clawed at the back of your throat.

It was too late to go to the mall, to find one of the fancier lingerie stores that sold the kind of outfit you had in mind. One that was all red velvet and white trim, short skirts and a dirtier version of what you’d find at the little grotto that was set up in the middle of the food court.

So you decimated your underwear drawer instead, reaching into its depths to pull out lace and silk, hunting until you found that set you were always a little too scared to wear — delicate and ruby red, lacy and with more pieces to it than your normal choices.

But you thought of Steve and the way he’d look at you, boyish smile turning into a full on grin, eyes lighting up with an excitement you hadn’t had a chance to see in a while. So you slipped on the bra, the matching underwear, the soft stockings and suspenders that made your legs look longer than normal.

You hid it all under a too big sweater and some old jeans, grabbing the pizza boxes and your car keys as you set off earlier than you needed to, only stopping to pause in your hallway, eyes cast over the Santa hat that was hanging from the bannister — a Christmas carolling prop that no one seemed to use anymore.

You grabbed it, grinning, and set off for your boyfriends.

Steve’s car was the only one in the drive when you reached the Harrington’s, his parents between deals before the year finished up for the holidays, both of them somewhere between Illinois and Kansas. The front door was unlocked, the fire in the living room barely still crackling and you could hear the dim of running water from above.

Steve’s en-suite door was cracked, a little light and a lot of steam coming from inside, the soft sound of the boy’s singing barely heard from under the roar of the shower but it made you smile all the same. You called out to him as you toed your shoes off, sweater catching in your hair as you struggled to get yourself undressed.

“Hey, babe,” you tried to sound casual, nonchalant, as you stripped off your jeans, the denim catching at your ankles. “S’just me.”

You heard the rustle of the shower curtain, the silence as Steve stopped singing and god, you could even hear the smile in his voice when he answered.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he sounded so happy. “Didn’t think I’d get to see you before movie night, Loretti let you out early?”

You made a noise of agreement, stumbling a little as you opened up the rucksack you’d thrown over your shoulder, pulling out the heels you’d stolen from your mom’s wardrobe, the Santa hat that you tried to sit prettily on your head.

“Yeah, he can be nice sometimes!” You called back, trying to keep your breath even as you bent to check your hair in Steve’s mirror, fluffing your hair and untwisting the bra straps that wouldn’t quite coordinate.

Was red lipstick too much?

“S’not like you’ve worked sixty odd hours for him this week,” Steve commented mildly. The shower shut off, the water dripping as the pipes squeaked. “I’ll be out in a sec, babe.”

Fuck it, it was Christmas — you swiped on a layer of red across your lips, pressing them together as you tried to keep an eye on the bathroom door.

“Take your time.” Did you sound out of breath? Did you sound nervous? You felt nervous.

“Take my time?” You heard Steve huff, humour lacing his voice. “You kiddin’? Been dying for a kiss for da— oh, fucking hell.”

You panicked at the sound of Steve approaching, the bathroom door swinging open and letting more steam and light spill out. Steve stood in front of you, skin still damp and jeans unbuttoned, showing off the band of his boxers, the little trail of hair that led into them. He was clutching a towel to the back of his head, stopping mid scrub as he dried his hair, staring at you instead.

You’d perched yourself on the edge of his desk last minute, stocking covered legs crossed as daintily as you could, the Santa hat a little askew on the top of your head. But you’d painted your lips crimson to match all the lace, smiled shyly and waved when Steve still hadn’t said anything else.

“Surprise,” you managed to whisper, your voice undeniably shaky with nerves? Adrenaline? Anticipation? God, you’d fucking missed him. “From your secret Santa.”

“Jesus Christ, babe,” Steve breathed out, towel dropping by his bare feet as he leaned back, pressing himself against the door frame. His eyes were everywhere, roaming over you, one hand clutched dramatically to his bare chest. “Baby. Fuck, fuck, you look insane.”

You preened at that, eyes glittering in the low light that came from the bathroom vanity. You watched the boy move forward, eyes on him, gaze heavy and heated. “Yeah?”

Steve nodded, close enough to smooth his hands over your thighs, calluses catching at the lace hems of your stockings, thumbs tucking themselves under the straps of your suspenders.

“I’m about to lose it just looking at you,” he breathed, words hitching into a gasp and a groan at the end as you hooked your fingers into the band of his boxers, tugging him forward. “The things I wanna do to you—”

You grinned, heart racing for all the right reasons under all that red lace. “I heard something about a kiss,” you reminded him sweetly.

Steve’s hands went wandering, one warm palm smoothing into the inside of your thigh, gently coaxing your legs apart so he could step between them. His pupils were blown wide as he gazed down at you, lips parted, breath coming a little heavy.

His fingers pressed themselves to the seam of your cunt, sliding up enough to find your clit, the pressure just right to get you gasping.

“Yeah, honey?” Steve whispered, all sticky sweet and wrecked sounding. Your lashes fluttered when he leaned in, nose pressed to your cheek and he kept talking all low for you. “You want a kiss?”

You nodded, head tilted back, hands reaching up to curl into the mess of his still damp hair, holding on for dear life. His thumb pressed down again, pushing lace against you so he could feel how wet you were already.

His lips ghosted over your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth.

“A kiss where?” He asked.

You both missed the first hour of the movie, the pizza forgotten on Steve’s kitchen counter as he turned up at the Wheeler’s front door with his hand in yours and red lipstick marks on his neck.

[abr]

Oggi a #diariodelgiorno il bravissimo inviato a #Mestre Davide Loretti spiegava che il Comune di Torino aveva deciso di non acquistare un anno fa degli autobus elettrici molto simili a quello del disastro perché avevano scoperto che finivano di assemblarli sulla nave mentre lo portavano. E noi nel nome della lotta al #cambiamentoclimatico abbiamo distrutto un comparto dove avevamo una leadership per importare questa merda fatta bruciando carbone

via https://twitter.com/fdragoni/status/1709582004939808794

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[trastornadosrevista]

RIEL presenta NO DIGAS QUE NO TE AVISÉ

“No digas que no te avisé”, el nuevo single de Riel que viaja del indie rock y el dream pop más suaves hasta el grunge y el shoegaze más poderosos. Describe la amistad como la base incondicional para seguir adelante, no rendirse y hacerle frente a un mundo frívolo del que Riel claramente no quiere ser parte.

El dúo formado por Mora Riel en guitarra y voz, y Germán Loretti en batería, arrancaron el 2024 en el festival más importante de Argentina, el Cosquín Rock, y en el mes de abril fueron elegidos por el dúo Británico Royal Blood, para abrir su show en el C Complejo Art Media. La banda no solo pisa fuerte a nivel nacional sino que también forma parte de las escuchas internacionales luego de haber formado parte del conocido “LIVE ON KEXP”, medio audiovisual y radial de Washington, Estados Unidos.

PRÓXIMA FECHA: 7 DE SEPTIEMBRE EN STRUMMER BAR Junto a "Plenamente"

SOBRE RIEL

Riel comienza en 2011 como un dúo formado por Mora Riel en guitarra y voz, y Germán Loretti en batería. Su música vanguardista se centra en el indie rock y el shoegaze, con toques de garage, post-punk y noise rock, mezclando géneros de todo tipo adaptados a su particular estilo. 

Después de cuatro álbumes de estudio editados en formato vinilo, CD y cassette, dos EPs y giras por Sudamérica, México, Estados Unidos y Europa, la banda lanza dos nuevos singles que adelantan su próximo disco, ‘1990’ y ‘Blanco & Negro’, donde fusionan el indie y el noise rock que los caracteriza, con toda la suavidad del dream pop.

En 2022 Riel entra a grabar su nuevo larga duración en el mítico Estudio Unísono con su productor Estanislao López, y lanzan ‘TKM’ como último adelanto de este próximo LP. El single fue presentado dentro de su show para las sesiones de KEXP Live From Argentina en el CCK. "Principio del Fin" es el quinto álbum de estudio de Riel, lanzado el 28 de abril de 2023. 

Este 2024 se presentaron en el mítico Cosquín Rock arrancando el año con un show tan envolvente como explosivo, y entran a grabar nuevo single anticipando lo que será su próximo larga duración.

[tecitoalsol]

Pijamada☁️

Para:@_moe.store

Ph: Luciana Loretti

Enero 2024

[moonlitfirefly]

“Once upon a time, when women were birds,

there was the simple understanding that

to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk

was to heal the world through joy.

The birds still remember

what we have forgotten,

that the world is meant to be

celebrated.”

~Terry Tempest Williams

Photograph: Viola Loretti

via Poetry Chaikhana

Source: 📸 Look at this post on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/SawgKhFTQcoESgC3/?mibextid=WC7FNe

[lanuovaalleanza]

LA MIA ESPERIENZA COME LEADER DELLA DESTRA MORSANESE - PARTE 10

Lo Statuto di Alleanza Nazionale stabiliva che il Presidente del circolo comunale convocasse, almeno 3 mesi prima delle Elezioni Comunali, tutti gli iscritti, per organizzare le elezioni amministrative.

Io riunii nella serata di venerdì 12 marzo 1999 tutti gli iscritti ed estesi l' invito a tutti coloro che, nelle precedenti elezioni comunali dell' aprile 1995, erano entrati nella Lista del Buongoverno, che esprimeva Piero #Marini come candidato Sindaco.

Alla riunione parteciparono anche il geom. Lauro Zucchetti, coordinatore Comunale di #ForzaItalia, Giuliano Biasin in sostituzione di suo nonno Elvio Loretti che, causa influenza non poteva partecipare, il reggente della Federazione Provinciale Avv. Aldo #Sam e la responsabile provinciale Enti Locali, Avv. Elena #Coiro.

Avvisai i presenti che le loro dichiarazioni sarebbero state trascritte a verbale e che una copia sarebbe stata inviata alla Federazione Provinciale del Partito.

Erminio Gnesutta, con linguaggio pittoresco, minacciò tuoni e sfracelli, qualora avessimo appoggiato la candidatura a Sindaco di Gianni-Giovanni Gnesutta.

La signora Maria Luisa Toneguzzo chiese a me di candidarmi come Sindaco, alla guida di una lista di #CentroDestra, evitando sia di allearci con il Sindaco uscente Roberta #Zanet, sia con lo sfidante Gianni #Gnesutta, che aveva l'appoggio dell' #Udc, dei Democratici di Sinistra e del Partito Popolare Italiano.

Le risposero sia il dottor Andrea Bauto sia il sig. Carlo #Uaran, dicendo che non erano maturi i tempi per una lista organica di Centrodestra.

Il dottor Andrea Bauto dichiarò che si sentiva male solo a pensare che un ex comunista come Giuseppe #Barbuio sarebbe diventato vicesindaco di Gianni Gnesutta, in caso di vittoria di quest'ultimo, Gianni Gnesutta che il dottor Bauto definì l' incarnazione stessa degli sprechi di denaro pubblico e del clientelismo della Prima Repubblica.

CONTINUA

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[blueelectricroom]

And there's nothin' cold as ashes After the fire is gone...

RIP Loretta Lynn

[luunylun]

exijo conocer a tus OC's >:3

Claro! Perdon por tardar, estuve mal con mi estilo de dibujo y los dibuje muchas veces, pero este estilo me gustó, es muy simple pero lindo,

(imagen- pequeña descripción de mi oc)

Aiden

Aiden con 15 años, es un chico un poco tímido, con gustos un poco emos con su vestimenta, es una persona amable, pero es muy celoso con sus amigos, especialmente Fer y Mafer

Archi

Es un chico calmado y caballeroso, con 18 años, es el manayer de pop ( realmente es el niñero XD), le agrada estar con el grupo, todos le parecen divertidos, aun así es alguien que no sabe cuando sobre paso sus límites al trabajar o en sus propios ideales

Pop (no es su verdadero nombre)

Es una chica de 15 años, es de una familia rica, ella desea ser idol de grande, es una persona alegre y positiva, y pese a tener dinero es humilde, aun así es una persona muy despreocupada y no se toma en serio nada ni siquiera su sueño de ser idol, cree que todo llegará mágicamente

Loretty (literal representación de mi mejor amiga de la vida real)

ella es la mejor amiga de mafer, alguien algo fría y se enoja con facilidad, aun así cuando la conoces bien, o en el caso mío, ella es una persona super agradable y divertida, aun así es una persona olgazana y puede a ser sobre protectora

Fer (versión hombre de mi)

Fer es un chico agradable, caballeroso y coqueto, le gusta andar pegado a mafer, tiene su propia Shinjitsu, es inteligente pero realmente le da mucha hueva ponerse a hacer las tareas.

[nikiarioji]

I love that ending.

[nettlestonenell]

[julian-coombs-photography]

Photograph: Viola Loretti