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Taron took his Mum to the Golden Globes ❤
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Mika attending Linnan Juhlat on Itsenäisyyspäivä, Helsinki 1994
#aww look at pookie being all dressed up in his fancy tux!!! 🥹🥰😭#the president loves him!!!#as he should!!! 😭😭😭#mika häkkinen#mika hakkinen#formula 1#formula one#classic f1#f1#suomi#linnan juhlat#helsinki#flatoutin-eaurouge
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trick or treat! 🎃
Treats galore!! 🎃🥰
Honestly your art is such a standout picking a favorite is pretty much impossible, but with how recently you've been drawing the Avengers AU I was inspired by one of your pieces of Loki and Mobius at the NY gala ft. a bonus line from the accompanying fic by @in-my-loki-feels of course!
#would've loved canon footage of the grey tux to work with but mobius in a classic one is pretty irresistible too 😉#and seriously there's nothing more satisfying than thinking about the journey avengers!loki would go on after meeting their own mobius#the divergence from meeting in the tva to outside of it puts such a satisfying edge on how they interact#and i adore how you showcased that through your art as well as of course the amazing way you always express them in any scenario 😍🥰#lokius#lokius trick or treat 2024#ask
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tux paint CR! francis pmv
#sighhh classical revival you are so mid... but i love you for it#scp#our art#dr clef#scp art#this was healing to make#something about working with tux paint#francis scp#classical revival scp
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✧.* erwin smith wedding headcanons ✧.*
absolutely wanted a big grand wedding, friends, family, colleagues and all invited
wanted to do things the ‘right’ way, all parts of the wedding including rehearsal dinner, ceremony, reception, vows, etc
would absolutely wear his scout commander uniform :’) (if picturing modern AU, an absolute classic, fancy, timeless simple black tux)
despite being extremely stressed on the days following up to the wedding, the wedding day itself was an actual big relief for him
vows to love you for eternity & beyond
doesn’t really drink much, instead focuses on making sure everybody else has enough to eat/drink
holds you firmly during the first dance, his grip letting you know he’ll never leave you alone
would never participate in the trend of smashing the brides face in the cake, however would dab a bit of frosting on your nose (he has a napkin ready to clean it up)
his boutonnière is a white carnation with a short stem of eucalyptus
his wedding band is plain silver. he doesn��t need to be sporting an extremely fancy ring to show that he adores you
is cheerful the entire wedding, just happy to have been a lucky enough man to have married you with all of your closest confidants
100% rents a limo & a hotel room to rest and recover from all the drinking & socialization (what were you thinking you perverts)
from the hotel room the next day, you would leave for your honey moon, an elaborate yet simple week tailored just to everything you wanted
he knows you, he really knows every single part of you.
for @goddessinsweats <3
#attack on titan fanfiction#aot headcanons#aot smut#attack on titan#aot fanfiction#snk headcanons#aot fluff#attack on titan headcanons#shingeki no kyojin#aot fanfic#erwin smith fluff#erwin x you#erwin smith headcanons#erwin smith fanfiction#erwin headcanons#erwin smut#erwin x reader#aot erwin#snk erwin#commander erwin#attack on titan erwin#erwin smith#erwin smith x reader#erwin smith x you#erwin smith x y/n#commander erwin smith#snk erwin smith#aot au#aot x reader#attack on titan fluff
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Womanizer to Womanized 🙏
I know it would literally never happen, but whenever the speculation of who the next James Bond will be comes up, I can only think about how I would sell my soul to get a butch lesbian James Bond 😣
#i will make my own design at some point probably and she will be more masc#but i wanted to see what the various Bond actors would look like as women#and for some reason Sean Connery is the only one who's came out looking good????#like why is she kinda fine 😳 id let her womanize me#i think roger moore and pierce brosnan are too classically masculine handsome for faceapp to be able to do anything substantially good#and then daniel craig's features are too unique for it to be able to translate well#but sean connery.....kindaaaaa#i hate how faceapp makes the outfits fem as well UGH#so if the tuxes look a bit odd its cause i had to shoddily edit it back on#but anyways this was helpful bcs as i said my one oc Rüß is kinda already my vision for a lesbian bond so#if i tried drawing a design it would just end up looking like her#i think the top pic came out the best. i was like wait omg why does she actually look good#thirsting over a woman who doesnt even exist this is so sad for me#anyways random lol but i just think abt it often#bcs i get into joke arguments with my parents about it#like actually turning bond into a woman almost felt a little sacrilegious 😭(my dad loves bond movies)#but ill always bring up these two hypotheticals:#'the next bond should inexplicably be a masc lesbian' +#'bond should have a Bond Boy at some point or have to be a honeypot himself in order to seduce a man'#i always get shot down 😭😭 but i know deep down im right#catie.rambling.txt
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Dance Practice - Diluc x gn! Reader
Summary -> 800 ish words (probably). Diluc attempts to teach you how to waltz.
Warnings -> None
A/N -> You know the drill: Not proof read and self indulgent. Also feel free to send in requests. I'm trying to think of ideas that aren't just for Wriothesley and Boothill. Can't show my favoritism too hard
Your fork fell against the nice plate, the loud sound echoing through the halls of Dawn Winery. “What?” Diluc looks up from his own dinner, a confused look in those big, red eyes. “It’s rather customary. It’s just a small celebration for the top investors. My father set the standard that they be ballroom style with some hors d’oeuvres, some nice wine, nothing too extravagant.”
“And I will be expected to go?” “Why yes, you’re my partner. There have been plenty of rumors about you and the investors would love to meet you. Quite frankly, I’d love the opportunity to show you off. It makes the idea of hosting one of these parties worth it..” He said with nothing but pure adoration in his voice. But it did nothing to soothe the way your heart dropped in your chest, nerves turning your blood ice cold.
“Big party huh? Tuxes, dresses, all those prying eyes?” “Hardly prying. They’re so self absorbed they’ll barely remember what else they talk about during the party.” He shrugs and takes another bite of his food.
“‘Luc… Darling.” You try to hide the way your voice quivers. “You really want me there?” “Of course I do, why would I not?” He places his hand on top of yours, rubbing a thumb gently across the back of your hand.
“I want you to think really hard about the differences of our upbringings.” You always try to gently remind him that your childhood was nothing like his, and he always seemed so slow to remember.
“I don’t… oh.” A flash of guilt crosses his face. “I suppose I should have told you about it more than a weekend in advance.”
“Yeah. Probably.” You could do nothing else but offer a soft chuckle. “I don’t know the first thing about any fancy parties. I don’t want to embarrass you.” “Nonsense. I’ll have Adeline take your measurements tomorrow and you and her can pick out your outfit of choice tomorrow. I’ve got a good tailor who’ll rush the alters.” He responds casually and continues to eat his dinner, yours now going cold. It was hard to have an appetite with the sudden rush of nervousness.
“That’s not all I’m worried about. It’s the whole��� behaving properly, the dancing, the not knowing which fork goes where-” “It’s not a dinner party, love, there won’t be any forks.” “That’s not my point and you know it.” You sigh, defeated.
Diluc places his fork down and moves to sit next to you, rubbing his hand across your back. “You’re right. I need to be taking this more seriously. I can’t say I understand how nervous you are right now, but the least I can do is help you through it. May I ask what’s stressing you out the most?” His voice held emotion he dare not show in front of other people.
“I think… The dancing. They’re going to expect me to dance with you at least once, I assume?” “Yeah. They will. But it’ll be okay.” Diluc hums softly. “Just follow my lead, relax, and only pay attention to me, and you’ll do great..” He places his lips against your temple.
“I’ve never ballroom danced before. They always make it look so… complicated.” You pok at your food some more.
“Not at all. Come here.” He took your hand and pulls you out of your seat. He moves to put on some classical music.
“Diluc we don’t have to do this right now-” You try to protest but he steppes in front of you, tying up his hair… Your greatest weakness.
“Relax.” He said softly. “Just a simple waltz.” He takes your right hand in his. “Just place your other hand right beneath my shoulder blade.” You stood chest to chest with him, his hand resting on your back.
“Seems rather close.” You chuckle and ignore the way he always made your heart race.
“It’s supposed to be close. Just relax and follow my lead.” He steps slowly, letting you mirror his every move.
You were starting to get the hang of it, eventually allowing the two of you to step in time to the music drifting softly in the background. “This is it?”
“It would be it if you stopped looking at your feet, darling.” You look up into his eyes only to realize how gently he was looking down at you. His movements are fluid and practiced, allowing him to focus all of his attention on you. Even with your clumsy movement, he looks at you like you are the most graceful thing in all of Teyvat. “You know… I’ve always wanted to dance with you like this.”
“Diluc…” Your voice was soft, mirroring his loving tone. You move to rest your head on his chest, your hand sliding down from his shoulder blade down to his lower back, pulling him even closer as you continue to follow his steps.
“I love you.” He whispers against the top of your head. “I love you too…” You nuzzle further into him. “I’m not too good at this, am I?” “Absolutely abysmal. We’ll work on it.”
#diluc ragnvindr#diluc x reader#diluc x you#genshin x reader#genshin impact#oneshot#diluc fluff#genshin x you#diluc x y/n
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my f2l yuuta idea of the week, if i may: childhood bsf yuuta, nerdy and shy, who grows up with you. ur popular but u always stick by his side, and he's in love ofc. stuttering and failed valentine's confessions, blushing whenever u show him affection, doodling ur name in his notebook in class, classic loverboy yuuta
this omg :(( i’ve had conversations about something similar—childhood friend yuuta, but i love the idea of him being a little nerdy omggg
you’ve known him since before you two could even talk, you were just infants babbling at each other, but i’m sure in yuuta’s little baby brain he was trying to say i love love love youuuu :(( your parents have so many pictures of all the pretend weddings you guys have had as kids, so many pictures of yuuta in his dad’s huge tux jacket and you in a big shirt with a makeshift belt that’s really just an extra long friendship “bracelet” yuuta made for you bc he was trying to make a bracelet big enough to show you how much he loves you, but he ran out of beads :(((
school is harder for him as you two get older, yuuta doesn’t make friends nearly as easily as he did with you but he always has you and it just makes him more in love with you… the horimiya of this all……. yuuta trying to recede into the background but you’re the friend that pulls him out of his own head and introduces him to maki and toge and yuuji and megumi and nobara and everyone else and sometimes he just sits at the lunch table w everyone and thinks how lucky he is to have all his friends but esp you because none of it would be possible w/o you :(( definitely gets a piece of food thrown at him by nobara who’s calling him out for looking dazed and lovesick but he just blushes and tries to hide it behind stuffing his face he’s so cute god,,,……. definitely doesn’t help that you call him cute too and he’s *////////* all day… doodling your name in his book is so real he’s definitely written “(_____) okkotsu” on a handful of pages which is why he’s so weirdly anxious/protective of his notebook he would literally fizzle away into dust if anyone every saw it GOD
don’t even get me started on the failed confessions PLS so many times he tries to hype himself up to leave a note in your locker or ask you out but either something goes wrong or he’s not specific enough, so it always seems platonic…. the misfortunes of yuuta…. leaving a letter in your locker on valentine’s day but he forgot your way more popular than him, so it’s just one of many notes buried in there and ofc he’s a fool so he didn’t sign his pls 😭 asking you to get ice cream after school and it’s cool, but the next day he sees you getting ice cream w megumi and he’s like oh… wait… you probably do that will all ur friends ofc,,,, just constant blundering i love him sooooo bad
the only time he gets it right is prom, and i can see him either (1) being fed up by his own blundering and really wanting to get it right, (2) being worried/jealous about hearing other people’s plans to ask you to prom, (3) you teasing him about waiting for a certain somebody to ask youuuuuu…. he definitely stutters and stumbles a bit, but he’s yuuta he’s just a sweetheart so it’ll work out :(((
#anonymous#childhood best friend.... prom date......... getting married and having 294208 polaroids of ur pretend weddings as kids littered all over#oh i will SCREAM#so horimiya coded pls u call him ur boyfriend after prom and he has his 'am i really??' moment.....#yuuta okkotsu the lover boy that you are....#also ive talked about this w aleks before but him having slightly longer hair than first year throughout highschool#and it's kinda shaggy and goes w his whole wanna be wallflower thing#and then prom comes around and not only has he asked you out on prom night when he picks you up#he's cut his hair and parted it differently and he looks sooo handsome ur like omg... yuuta? my yuuta????#soo :(((((((#yuuta x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jjk smut#yuuta.ask#f2l
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seasons tux recolors — by newbeesims
i recolored this seasons tux for all your formalwear needs! the original tux has its fair share of swatches, but i knew it would be so much more useful if it came in the same classic colors i used for my base game suit recolors. perfect for any black tie weddings, glamorous parties, or just a fancy night out! as always, more love for all the masc-framed sims! 🍷✨
requires seasons
teen - elder
12 new swatches (6 suit colors, each with solid color and black accent versions)
download for free (sfs, no ads)
#ts4cc#maxis match#s4cc#ts4mm#sims4cc#thesims4cc#ts4#sims 4#the sims 4#sims4#thesims4#newbeesims#my cc#would you be mad if i said i've been sitting on these recolors for almost a year LMAO#literally have had them in my game for just as long as my bg suits......#i was just too lazy to fix some small details for the longest time oops#and don't even get me STARTED on their poses#quite literally have been playing sim tetris over the past 2 days
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in the middle of working on a lucifer redesign :)
thoughts/explanations + minor character analysis under the cut (this was supposed to be short but it ended up being very thorough lmao):
honestly love his canon design so I'm kind of working from that more than I'm trying to rethink stuff from scratch
I'm gonna admit right now that a lot of the design choices were very self indulgent lol; I just want him to be pretty :<
circus stuff~
I've seen a lot of people raise their eyebrows at the circus motif, so I was going to try something different, but I actually think it makes a lot of sense!
I think freakshows/circus acts have been tied to this idea that certain identities/abilities are strange and shameful, only valuable as dehumanizing entertainment -- they're mistakes, freaks of nature
but at the same time many circus performances require a lot of skill and work and love that can go unappreciated, each and every performer at the very least a person worth respecting
I think lucifer sees hell as a freakshow/circus he's been forced to lead and try to control
a bunch of wayward toys meant to be bright and beautiful that have been twisted into something terrifying
and he needs to discover a more empathetic, appreciative, and loving way to think about sinners
and also to realize that it's not about him or his mistakes; it's about a group of people with their own emotions and autonomy that he needs to respect
anyway
all that to say: we're keeping the circus ringleader thing!
I think a whip would make more sense for a ringleader, esp since alastor has a staff already (but they're enemies/foils so maybe their designs should reflect each other?)
there's room to turn the whip into a snake maybe
in the pic I made it look like his tail bc I considered making his actual tail a goat tail (cute! but the longer one suits him better I think)
maybe an apple on the top/handle still
the tux honestly looks a little too formal/cool for him most of the time lmao
so I think he should take off the jacket/have the toymaker apron on instead unless he's fighting
vaudeville doll~
lucifer has a lot going on tbh: circus ringleader, angel, devil/demon, snake, goat, vaudeville porcelain doll, toymaker, etc.
I think I'm gonna take out snake just to simplify a little, but I'll talk about that more later
I was also going to take out porcelain doll but
1) the rosy cheeks are super cute
2) fits with the circus theme
3) fits with the idea that he's both a toy and toymaker (an angel that tried to play god)
uhhh there's a couple self indulgent doodles of him in a vaudeville doll dress lol. not relevant to the design at all; I just like drawing stripes and ruffles
I ended up making him sort of androgynous in a lot of ways? (not that he wasn't already lol) which works for him I think
part of it was the vaudeville doll thing; I wanted to give him (keep?) the eyeshadow and add those little vertical marks you see on them sometimes
also because I really liked the puff sleeves in one of the references I used; it kind of emphasizes an extended hourglass shape with the puffy pants
plus I love drawing the more classic tuxedo shape <3 very yummy lines and details
hair/shape~
I fucking LOVE when people draw him with messy hair, so I made that permanent
I also think (esp since he's blond) having the hair stick out in tufts kind of makes it look like a star (morningstar, lightbringer, etc. etc.)
even more so with the pointy horns (those are also fun to draw cause they're right in the corners of his widow's peak)
I drew a random triangle on one of these as a reminder to keep the pointy/triangular shape language throughout lol
squares would def be wrong with the implications of sturdiness and stability
I think circles would be wrong too? he's vulnerable and ultimately very soft inside so I kept a lot of round lines, but I don't think he's the traditionally bubbly/friendly/peaceful archetype circles are usually used for
triangles are apparently dynamic, dangerous, and unpredictable, which is a little closer to what I'm going for
(shape language is a very flexible rule btw; I'm not saying they determine everything about a character or that one shape has to mean exactly one thing)
he's also a depressed, tortured soul, so I feel like he should look just a little unhinged and exhausted <3 (hence the eyebags on top of the messy hair)
angel stuff~
(sidenote: cherub and seraph are singular, cherubim and seraphim are plural. even the show gets this wrong tho, so feel free to say whatever ig)
I'm pretty sure most people agree lucifer was probably a cherub? cherubim only have 4 wings so I might go with that
I do think it makes more sense if he's higher ranking like a seraph tho ... it's hard to decide whether to go with the show's ideas about angels or actual religious texts cause both are interesting in their own ways
snake~
ARHHGHJF idk how I feel about his nose
again I thought about taking out the snake motif, but he honestly looks good w/o a nose (I mean it's there obviously but you can't see it if it's just snake slits lol), and I definitely like the idea of him having a forked tongue or his eyes turning into slits when he's angry
also also
mini rant on animal motifs in hazbin:
I get the impression that a lot of people think it's a bad thing that you can't tell what animal a character should be? and/or that a motif has to be clearly present in the entire design to be good
and I kind of just accepted that until I started thinking about ozzie's design from helluva boss
like the original demon he's based on is really just that fucked up and mixed with animals you can't always identify
and chinese dragons are like a billion different animals even though they sort of just look like lizards at the end of the day
like obviously if you want the audience to associate a character with a specific animal (like if you want people to think a character's spooky because they're a spider or something), then you do want the animal motifs to be clear/consistent
but sometimes you just want certain elements there and it doesn't matter if the audience picks up on it (at least consciously)
and I think with someone like lucifer, having a lot of animals/concepts mixed together in an ungodly combination makes sense lol
so idk
maybe we'll just give him the nose/tongue
I did try just giving him a button nose in some of these for the doll thing tho
goat/charlie~
urgh I hate realizing I should've designed certain characters together lol
I took out the rosy cheeks in my original charlie design since I wasn't thinking about lucifer, so I put them back in this time lol (and generally thought about how they should be visually related)
I like that it enforces the idea that charlie's lucifer's creation (toymaker makes a doll in his own image yk)
also they both have puff sleeves now :) (charlie's design is basically princess dress silhouette but make it a suit)
I also gave her goat ears, so I figured lucifer should have them too? idk because I like the way his hair looks a lot better without them, and I kind of like the idea of giving them diff combinations of goat features (maybe she should have a goat tail?)
also drawing this made me realize I have no idea why charlie has a puppy nose??? I thought it was the goat thing for some reason but that doesn't make any sense
maybe I'll just give her no nose
anyway! fucking incredible if you read all of that; idk what possessed me to write so much about a half-finished design lol. feel free to leave suggestions/answers to the questions I had!
#I was gonna draw some radioapple stuff and then realized I hadn't touched lucifer's design yet lol#still not done obviously but I have a working version now at least#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel redesign#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel charlie#art#my art#character design#oh yeah I guess there's one#hazbin hotel alastor#in this one#oops
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Loretta Young (The Farmer’s Daughter, The Stranger, Love is News)— Her cheekbones!! Her lips!! Her big eyes and small nose and not quite classical features!! The planes of her face hypnotize me and her smile clears my mind of anything else. She’s an interesting beauty, not a standard one, almost in a Mads Mikkelsen type way (I repeat: cheekbones). Also I’m begging people to watch The Farmer’s Daughter, a charming rom com where my babygirl Joseph Cotten falls through the ice while skating because he got distracted by how pretty she was, and where Loretta puts on a 40s-bad Swedish accent and runs for Congress! Girlboss!
Marlene Dietrich (Shanghai Express, Witness for the Prosecution, Morocco)—its marlene dietrich!!!! queer legend, easily the hottest person to ever wear a tuxedo, that hot hot voice, those glamorous glamorous movies.... most famously she starred in a string of movies directed by josef von sternberg throughout the 1930s, beginning with the blue angel which catapulted her to stardom in the role of the cabaret singer lola lola. known for his exquisite eye for lighting, texture, imagery, von sternberg devoted himself over the course of their collaborations to acquiring exceptional skill at photographing dietrich herself in particular, a worthy direction in which to expend effort im sure we can all agree. she collaborated with many other great directors of the era as well, including rouben mamoulian (song of songs), frank borzage (desire), ernst lubitsch (angel), fritz lang (rancho notorious), and billy wilder (witness for the prosecution). the encyclopedia britannica entry im looking at while compiling this propaganda describes her as having an “aura of sophistication and languid sexuality” which✔️💯. born marie magdalene dietrich, she combined her first and middle names to coin the moniker “marlene”. she was a trendsetter in her incorporation of trousers, suits, and menswear into her wardrobe and her androgynous allure was often remarked upon. critic kenneth tynan wrote, “She has sex, but no particular gender. She has the bearing of a man; the characters she plays love power and wear trousers. Her masculinity appeals to women and her sexuality to men.” in the 1920s she enjoyed the vibrant queer nightlife of weimar berlin, visiting gay bars and drag balls, and in hollywood her love affairs with men and women were an open secret. she was an ardent opponent of nazi germany, refusing lucrative contacts offered her to make films there, raising money with billy wilder to help jews and dissidents escape, and undertaking extensive USO tours to entertain soldiers with an act that included her a playing musical saw and doing a mindreading routine she learned from orson welles. starting in the 50s and continuing into the mid-70s she worked largely as a cabaret artist touring the world to large audiences, employing burt bacharach as her musical arranger.
This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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Loretta Young:
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"ms dietrich....ms dietrich pls.....sit on my face"
"First of all, there are those publicity photos of her in a tux. Second of all, I have never been the same since knowing that she sent copies of those photos to her Berlin lovers signed "Daddy Marlene." Not only is she hot in all circumstances, but she can do everything from earthy to ice queen. Also, she kept getting sexy romantic lead parts in Hollywood after the age of 40, which would be rare even now. She hated Nazis, loved her friends, and had a sapphic social circle in Hollywood. She also had cheekbones that could cut glass and a voice that could melt you."
Bisexual icon, super hot when dressed both masculine and feminine, lived up her life in the queer Berlin scene of the 1920s, central to the 'sewing circle' of the secret sapphic actresses of Old Hollywood, refused lucrative offers by the Nazis and helped Jews and others under persecution to escape Nazi Germany, the love of my life
Her GENDER her looks her voice her everything
“In her films and record-breaking cabaret performances, Miss Dietrich artfully projected cool sophistication, self-mockery and infinite experience. Her sexuality was audacious, her wit was insolent and her manner was ageless. With a world-weary charm and a diaphanous gown showing off her celebrated legs, she was the quintessential cabaret entertainer of Weimar-era Germany.”
"The bar scene in Morocco awoke something in me and ultimately changed my gender"
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"Her manner, the critic Kenneth Tynan wrote, was that of ‘a serpentine lasso whereby her voice casually winds itself around our most vulnerable fantasies.’ Her friend Maurice Chevalier said: ‘Dietrich is something that never existed before and may never exist again.’”
"Songstress, photographer, fashion icon, out bisexual phenom (notoriously stole Lupe Velez and Joan Crawford's men, and Errol Flynn's wife, had a torrid affair with Greta Garbo that ended in a 60-year feud, other notable conquests including Erich Maria Remarque -yes, the guy who wrote All Quiet on the Western Front- Douglas Fairbanks Junior, Claudette Colbert, Mercedes de Acosta, Edith Piaf), anti-Nazi activist. Marlene was a bitch - she had an open marriage for decades and one of her favorite things was making catty commentary about her current lover with her husband, and her relationship with her daughter was painful- but she was also immensely talented, a hard worker, an opponent of fascism and the hottest ice queen in Hollywood for a long time."
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"She can sing! She can act! She told the Nazis to fuck off and became a US citizen out of spite! She worked with other German exiles to create a fund to help Jews and German dissidents escape (she donated an entire movie salary, about $450k, to the cause). She looks REALLY GOOD in a suit. If you're not convinced, please listen to her sing "Lili Marlene". Absolutely gorgeous woman with a gorgeous voice."
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"Bisexual icon and Nazi-hater. Looks absolutely stunning in the suits she liked to wear. 'I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men'."
"Did a bunch of humanitarian work during ww2, pretty sure a shot of her from Shanghai express was the inspiration for one of queens album covers and also her in the suit in Morocco (1930) CHANGED LIVES. I’m sure she’s already been submitted but I wanted an opportunity to submit one of my favourite pictures of her for the poll"
"would you not let her walk on you?"
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The Forgotten Lady is the perfect Columbo episode. You've got some primo Classic Columbo Capers--Columbo falling out of a tree, Columbo bribing another cop to take his shooting test for him because the show is like "our man can't shoot, he won't shoot, and he'll never need to shoot," Columbo driving around his flaccid flop of a dog for half the episode while he has one-sided arguments with his dog that he loses each time, and most importantly, Columbo in one of his like three outfits that isn't THE outfit. Motherfucker wears a tux. I didn't know clothes could touch him and remain unwrinkled.
But the STAR of the episode is Janet Leigh as the killer. She's beautiful, she's tragic, she's breaking down, she's never felt better, she's gonna be famous again and everyone's going to love her, she's barely holding it together at rehearsals, she's got a special murder outfit for slinking around and the rest of the time she wears nothing but flowing chiffon with feathers (the CLOTHES in this episode, ugh, I die), she doesn't understand why this detective won't believe her husband killed himself, but she'll keep inviting him back to her house to watch movies with her.
and the ending is like. A surprise. Like the resolution of the episode is not what I expected, which is very notable in a show where the premise is "here's how this person murdered that person, here's how Columbo catches them." Which really does salvage the ending, because it's another one of those episodes where by the end Columbo has managed to maybe possibly cast doubt on an alibi, and honestly I don't even think he managed that. I was watching the murder in the intro like "wow this one's gonna be hard for him to crack," and it was very hard, and I would argue he doesn't actually crack it at all, but that ultimately doesn't matter. Janet Leigh is actually luminous and apparently really good at murder.
#columbo#i'll see if i can find some shots of her outfits otherwise ugh maybe i'll try to screencap them#which is very brave of me because i hate screencapping
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Business pleasure
- Tommy Shelby
Summary: Attending one of the Shelby’s charity events the host sets his eyes on you and is determined to make you stay the night.
Warning: age gap, unprotected sex, piv, fingering, oral m receiving, rougher sex, choking, hair pulling
Word count: 1.9k
In all honesty you weren’t that much of a fan of charity dinners and foundations but you went without complaining because you knew how dear your attendance was to your farther. The attendance of the only unmarried daughter of one of the finest men in Birmingham never went unnoticed.
You got ready for the Shelby foundations dinner today, brushing your Y/H/C short locks and afterwards styling them it was popular at the time. You also applied make up, some mascara and a thin eyeliner, as well as some rouge on your cheekbones and red lipstick, wearing some simple gold studs in your ears and a simple golden necklace around your neck. After looking in the mirror you decided it was the perfect look for being your father’s arm candy tonight. You then put on your long shimmery black dress, with the help of your maid. It hugged your curves just the right way, a little tighter on your hips and with a modest but lovely cut to reveal your cleavage. The top part of the dress was covered with black pearls. You then put on some shoes with a light heel and went downstairs to meet your farther at the bottom of the stairs in the entry way. He was wearing a black tux with a white dress shirt and polished shoes. He looked as elegant as always. Eyeing you when you made your way down the stair he simply nodded, let you put on your overcoat and off you wear. On the way to the gala your farther told you how important this evening was and that you should make the acquaintance of Mr Thomas Shelby because your farther wanted to do business with him.
After getting out of the car, you took your father’s arm again and put on a smile, hoping the business part to be done as soon as possible. Upon entering the hallway you were greeted with some classical music and the chattering of many people. You threw smiles to the left and the right of you, sometimes stopping to converse and after finally reaching the main room grabbing a glass of champagne as soon as possible.
“The lady is either thirsty or very eager to get drunk, eh. Anyways get her another glass!”, a man ordered the servant and then brought all his attention towards you. He had the most blue eyes you ever looked upon and a very handsome face as well. He then took your gloved right hand and brought it to his lips to kiss it, afterwards introducing himself: “I seem to be one of the unlucky men who wasn’t as fortune to already be acquainted with you. I am Thomas Shelby, welcome to my gala tonight Miss…?” He put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a match. He was older than you by at least 15 years but besides some fine lines next to his eyes he had now flaws whatsoever. His muscular body was hidden in a very well tailored black suit and his hair was cut in a kind of undercut. “Y/L/N”, you ended his question, “Very nice to meet you Mr. Shelby. You invited my farther tonight and he likes to bring me along hence I am his only child still remaining in Birmingham.” He nodded and blew the smoke out of his mouth before the coils say anything the waiter came back with your champagne and so you toasted with Thomas Shelby. Your farther then shortly appeared at your side and took over the conversation, even though you didn’t care too much about the business he conducted you often tried to listen and take part but today was different. You were still mesmerized by the beautiful man across you, you tried to not look at him too eagerly or too direct but yet he always seemed to notice and stare into your eyes with his piercing blue ones.
After a while you went on to converse with other people but always looking out for the blue eyes attached to the handsome man. Your farther left pretty early, leaving you at the gala with some guild friends since you were twenty two and old enough to stay.
The gala nearing its end Ada Shelby who you got along with really well tonight invited you to stay a little longer and have another drink with her and her family. You agreed and then sat down next to Mr. Thomas Shelby who gave you a small smile and looked deeply into your soul or so it seemed in just a couple of seconds. While conversing he brushed his hand slightly over your knee and upwards over your thighs, not looking away from the person he was talking to. You slightly shivered by his warm touch and inhaled sharply. He then put his hand on your thigh, maybe a little too high to be proper. You wanted his touch, you even craved it - you wanted him to touch you everywhere even though it’s rather improper. His hand crept up even higher , it was very hard for you to concentrate and he seemed to be enjoying it a little too much so you excused yourself and got up, leaving the room to get some air to breath. You were shortly followed by Mr. Thomas Shelby himself. He stood opposite of you, offering a cigarette. You denied the offer but and he took one for himself eyeing you up and down. His pupils were fuller and the deep blue a little darker now. He leaned forward, one hand on your hip, brushing his lips slightly over your neck up to you ear just to whisper how beautiful you were. You shivered again and your stomach got really weird. It wasn’t the first time you had been with a man but you were never this excited by him simply touching you. Since you couldn’t take it anymore you leaned forward to close the gap and press your lips to his. He smirked against the kiss but kissed you back and soon took control. One of your hands was know in his short hair, the other around his neck. His hand were on your hips, close to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. He broke the kiss to caress your neck and whispering inaudible things. You started moaning silently when he found your sweet spot at the crock of your neck and he got really passionate whilst you melted in his touch. “Maybe we should take this somewhere else, so no one sees us”, he whispered in your ear and you simply nodded. He took your hand, leading you upstairs into a bedroom it seemed.
Pushing you against the door, he began to kiss you once again. He kissed you with some much force your knees turned to pudding and you were willing to do everything for him in this instant. His hands crept under the hem of your dress and then upwards, caressing the inner side of your thigh and then brushing slightly over your covered heat. “Seems like your enjoying this as much as I am sweetheart”, he whispered against your lips. Know only noticing how wet and desperate you were for his touch. Your hands came to his vest, undoing the first button but he withdrew and looked you in the eyes: “I don’t like you taking control sweetheart. You’ll be a good girl and do as I say, eh?” You simply nodded and he mentioned for you to get on your knees, so you did. Your face now on the same level as the bulge in his jeans, you liked your lips whilst looking up at him and undoing his belt, then unbuttoning his dress pants until you were able to pull his pants and underpants down. His dick sprung free, standing up perfectly, hitting his belly. You swallowed and he let out a chuckle: “Think you can take it love?” Eager to proof him that you could, you took his erection in your hands, massaging it and then putting the tip in your mouth whilst keeping a close eye on Thomas Shelby to see his reaction. He put his hands on the back of your head and guided you, letting you take him one at a time, feeling praised by his moans and breathing. At one point you started picking up speed and then taking all of him in your mouth. He let out a hiss and when you drew your head back, he pushed you back down, very fast and all the way for a couple of times. You looked up to him through your eyelashes. His eyes were closed, he looked like he was in pure ecstasy - the sight of the beautiful man alone turned you on even more, you felt the wetness pool between your legs and your eagerness to please him.
Thomas let you keep going for a while and then withdrew, pulling you back up: “Now it’s your time to enjoy, eh?” His hands went under your dress once again, riding you of it very quickly, only leaving you in your underwear. He smiled and kissed your neck once again, whilst his hands roamed free over your body. He played with both your nipples and then pulling on your hair his hand went into your underwear, feeling the wetness between your fold. Thomas spread it around, playing with your little pearl and couldn’t keep from moaning. He then rid you of your underwear, his fingers at your entrance. Whilst entering you with one of his fingers, he mumbled into your ear: “So pretty and eager for my cock. You really are the gold child of the family.” He pumped his digit in and out, adding another soon and curling them inside you, he reached an unknown spot. You started moaning even more and he seemed to be very pleased, because he kept going, building your orgasm up nearly to the high point and then withdrew his fingers. You moaned at the loss of his fingers and Thomas only laughed, getting you into a position on all fours, butt up and then pressing his hard member to your entrance. His hands on your hips, he entered you with a forceful thrust, pushing your face into the pillows. You now looked back at him, a moaning mess under his touch while he took you like a whore. Thomas went hard and fast, ruining your any other man. One of his hands remained on your hip to steady him while he stilled fucked you ruthless, and his other hand came to your neck, putting some pressure on your delicate neck. The struggle for air and his pounding hitting the same spot his fingers did before you closed your eyes nearing your release. “Oh yes, cum for me sweetheart. Cum on my dick”, he whispered in your ear after having pulled you towards him still fucking you in a crazy pace. The sentence pushed you over the edge and you came undone on him, he helped your ride it out and soon afterwards you felt his thrust getting sloppy and he pulled out. He helped himself with a few pumps, moaning and then shoot his load all over your breasts and your stomach. Thomas looked down at the mess you were and smiled, his breathing getting more controlled by the second.
He soon went to get you a towel and you cleaned yourself with it, afterwards laying ins his arm. “It is a pleasure to do business with you Mr. Shelby”, you said, smiling. He chuckled and kissed you just to say: “Now you know where to find me Miss Y/N. I hope to see you soon”
#thomas shelby#peaky blinders#tommy shelby#tommy shelby smut#tommy shelby rough smut#age!gap#thomas shelby x reader
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Welcome to the second edition of Anti-Tux-Tuesday!
Since last week we discussed outfits we'd rather never see again, this week we’ll focus on those that deserve to be remembered forever.
As always, we’ll have both movie costumes and personal outfits. Shall we get started?
The black emo-style turtleneck from season 7 (@librawritesstuff reminded me of it today), paired with that tragic lover’s expression, is just walking sex appeal — or in this case, even sitting!
2. Linen shirt of zen – the light blue shirt (even a bit wrinkled, after all, it’s linen) combined with those auburn curls is simply a very successful composition.
3. The well-known and much-loved blue suit of glow, styled two ways: with a white shirt and a dark shirt. I love both, but I prefer the one with the snug navy shirt of smugness.
4. The check blue coat of confection – impeccable classic style, with a bonus moustache.
5. Another, and I promise the last coat in this line-up, I don’t know what it is about it, but Evans looked fantastic in it.
6. The copper jumper – I know, it might be a controversial choice, but the jumper matched the hair colour perfectly, and Evans just looked adorable.
7. It may just be a simple t-shirt, but you have to admit that Evans has mastered the art of wearing black and white t-shirts to perfection.
8. Handsome boy-next-door look, in jeans and a checked shirt, especially when it's our boy.
9. And the big winner of today’s ranking (as if it wasn’t obvious) – the Boiler Suit of Lust. Is any further comment even necessary…
I’m aware that I’ve probably missed loads of outfits, so please do share your suggestions.
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Part 2 of episode one of keeping up with the waynes
Bruce's has finally got most of the sharpie off his face and body thanks to the magic remover Alfred had.
The boys punishment for there latest prank on Bruce, attending the gala, in matching suit, catch they are bright pink. After all it's a breast cancer awareness gala and Bruce want them to look there best and the icing on the cake the slick back hair with pink glitter in.
Quene Bruce entering the gala in his classic black tux and pink ribbon fro breast cancer then to be followed by an army of pink
Dick- is loving it and taken it his stride, and some how his hair is no longer neat and slick it gone back it usual messy style he has also lost his white shirt from the walk from the car, Bruce is sure that on purpose.
Jason- pink is definitely not his colour or style, his scowl say so, and it only get worst when Bruce hands him a pink cocktail.
Tim is just taken it in his stride but is slightly embarrassed but won't let it show
Diamine definitely has it the worst as the youngest , he equally as grump as Jason but cause of his age the women at gala keep coming up to him and tell him how cute he look, he internal curse Bruce fro taken away his weapons for the night.
#comics#dc comics#batman#batfic#batfam#bruce wayne#jason todd#dick grayson#damian wayne#keepingupwiththewaynes
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The Party
A little while back someone posted about a fantasy of being passed around a stethoscope party, with different people listening to their heart. I don’t remember who did so if it was you, I hope you like this. It sparked creativity,
I could continue if anyone wants another part. But I wanted to do the basic idea.
The Party
I’d just signed with a modeling agency. It wasn’t the most exclusive, sometimes the jobs weren’t exactly what I hoped but college was expensive, so I took what I could. How bad could it be? It’s not like I planned to run for office or something.
My agent called me after classes one afternoon asking if I’d be interested in a gig that was more unconventional. After a few basic questions for my safety, nothing seemed too offensive even if it was secretive, and a rep from the agency would be there in case of trouble, I decided to take it.
Friday night I arrived at a big mansion just outside the city. From the looks of it this was old money, probably descendants of oil barons and railway tycoons. Which meant the paycheck would be huge. They’d promised a large payout for anyone who stayed til midnight.
I was let into a large foyer and usher back to a small hallway to a butlers parlor. A woman checked my ID, checked my name off a list and then looked me over.
“You will be required to wear one of two outfits tonight,” She instructed, pulling two hangers off a rack of clothes. “Black is standard, you are willing to do anything that would be clothes on. Call it PG-13.”
She held up a black Herve Luger bandage dress for emphasis. Then in her other hand, she held up a red one nearly identical to the former.
“Red,” She continued. “You are open to sexual behavior, and by wearing red you are giving consent to sexual advance,”
Well, I was single and I was never a prude, so I took the red. Might as well have a bit of fun. Once I accepted my color choice, she handed me an iPad with a waiver basically stating that I would take proper precautions, assert myself and under no circumstances attempt to contact anyone I met here after the event. I would ask for aid if I felt unsafe and leave without a scene. If I did not make it to midnight, I’d be compensated $200 per hour worked.
I shrugged and signed. She then held back a curtain for me to change in a small closet. I slipped inside, squeezed into the dress and as I was ushered to a door she fit me with a bracelet.
“If you need out, press the red button. Security will extract you.” She informed. “Are you ready?”
I blinked. Extracted? My heart started to pound, suddenly feeling crushed by the tight dress. What did I get myself into. But… the money was clouding my judgement. So I nodded, and the door opened. Once I cleared the threshold, it closed behind me.
Just walk around. Be eye candy. That was my only instruction. So that is what I did.
The room was a parlor, antique and dimly lit. It was full of golds and deep rich red textiles, dark wood and gold finishes. Old leather bound editions of classic literature adorned the bookshelves. I felt like I’d gone back in time. Or I was in a vampire’s house. My heart thudded at the thought.
The room was also full of people, in fine clothes, expensive tuxes and dresses. All of them wore masks like a masquerade. As I started to work through the crowd they watched me, with hungry eyes. Maybe I was in a vampire’s den. I was about to be dinner. There were a few other girls dressed in the red or black, varying heights and hair colors and skin tones.
I swallowed and tried to will my poor heart to stop trying to escape my chest. Until finally, a man approached me.
“Well, aren’t you lovely,” He said, holding out his hand.
I took his hand, and he brought it to his lips. He then moved his fingers down my wrist, stopping to feel my pulse. He offered him a soft smile. Then, he nodded before he motioned a waiter over.
The waiter came with a silver cloche, removing the dome top and extending the tray to the man. But there wasn’t food. It was a line of various stethoscopes. His fingers danced along them as he made his selection, a red tube that matched my dress.
He waved the man off, then examined it before placing the buds in his ears.
“Now, deep breath for me. Like a doctor’s office.” He said as he placed the diaphragm on my chest,
I was surprised, but I did as he asked, breathing in deeply and feeling my heart kick in my chest. Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump.
He must have enjoyed the sound of my heart because he moved the diaphragm around my chest, smiling to himself and eventually he stopped. He listened for a long time, and even behind a mask I could see his eyes were closed.
I blushed. Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump
Finally, he opened his eyes and moved the diaphragm away. He took the ear pieces out and looked around. Then he must have seen who he needed, because he waved to someone.
“You have a perfect heart, my dear.” He said.
“Uh, thanks…” I replied.
Another man approached, he also had a stethoscope. He looked to the first man oblivious to me and waited for why he’d been called over.
“I think she’s the one. Take a listen.”
The new man finally looked at me. I smiled at him but he simply leaned in with his own stethoscope and listened to my heart. I took a deep breath like I had before.
Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump
“I think you’re right,” He replied. “Take her in, I’ll grab the others.”
The others? I blinked in surprise. Is this all it was? A bunch of cosplayers listening to my heart for a few hours? That didn’t seem so bad. Even if they wanted to listen to it during sex or something. That was actually, kinda hot.
“Come with me,” The first man said.
I nodded as he took my hand again. This time he lead me down another hallway to a different room. He opened the door and brought me in, then closed it behind me. It was more of a sitting room with a beautiful chaise in the center, raised up on a platform.
I recognized some medical equipment from various movies or doctors visits. Nothing seemed too concerning.
“Now, lay down on the chaise,” He instructed. “You may stay clothed for now. But do remove your shoes as to not damage the upholstery.”
I did as he asked. Once I was settled, he returned to my side. He brought the steth out again and gently placed it on my chest. He let out a content sigh as he listened to my heart pound.
As he listened, others started to fill the room. They lined up behind him. I had never expected anything like this. Just lay here and let them hear my heart beat.
“Before we continue, could I get you anything? Water, soda, wine?”
I smiled. “What would you like me to have?”
“Oh you are cheeky.” He grinned. “Perhaps a little caffeine, to stimulate you. What does everyone think?”
There was a nod of agreement from the group and some muttering of approval. The first man smiled and had one of the caterers being me a soda can on a platter with a straw beside it.
“Go ahead and open it, then use the straw to limit your movement to drink.” He instructed.
I did as he asked. Once the can was open and the straw was in, in leaned over to the table where it sat and drank a few gulps. As I did, the man placed the diaphragm on my chest again.
He closed his eyes, listening and seemingly very content with the sound. Finally he opened them, took my hand and kissed the back of it. He stepped aside and the next person in line stepped up.
There was no clock in the room but it felt like time slowed in this room. Each person took their turn stepping up to my seat and just listening to my heartbeat. Some had me drink the soda, some had me lay down, some had me sit and stand quickly. I’d stand there and pant through running in place and jumping jacks in a too tight dress, as they listened to my heart’s reaction and then recovery.
Ba-dumpba-dumpba-dumpba-dump ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump
I had to admit, this was fun.
The last person was a woman, she couldn’t have been much older than me. She seemed more keen then the men had. Her eyes were bright behind her mask. She took a deep breath as her gold and white stethoscope settled on my chest.
“My… your heart… it’s by far one of the loveliest I’ve heard.” She said to me, her voice was lustful. “May I rest my head on your chest? Hear it directly with my ear?”
“Sure. I don’t see why not.” I replied.
“Would you like to hear your heart while I do?” She removed the stethoscope and offered it.
The people in the room all watched, eager to see how I would respond. Well, why not? If it made them happy it was my job tonight. I don’t think I’d ever heard my heartbeat before, not like this anyway.
“Okay. Sure” I replied with a smile.
That was the right answer as she grinned with excitement and placed the ear pieces in my ears. Then she placed the diaphragm down on my skin and rested her ear next to it.
I inhaled as I had before and my head filled with the rhythmic thumping they’d all been indulging in for the last few hours.
Ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump
I closed my own eyes and lost myself in the sound. Maybe I should come to these parties more often. Hearing the steady beat, knowing it was mine… that was intoxicating.
“Do you like it?” She asked.
“Yeah. I think I get the vibe.” I responded.
“Are you ready to try something a little more interesting?” The first man asked, approaching me slowly. “You can refuse any of the requests, we won’t take offense or change your compensation. These would be granting special requests.”
The stethoscope was removed from my ears and I almost whined about it. I liked hearing my heart, understanding what they were hearing. What they enjoyed that brought me here.
“Sure,” I said. “What do you have in mind?”
End?
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