#naked maja

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Ava Gardner in a publicity photo for “The Naked Maja” - 1958

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Cutting my nails and suddenly it feels like I have 10 thumbs

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Ava Gardner on the set of The Naked Maja (1958)

[majaloveschris]

For CE, they couldn’t accept AB and that’s why the whole racism and problematic friends came into play so quickly after they went public. IMHo, the fandom needed a reason to dislike her even though she is easily able to be disliked even without her dumb friends tweets. She has no talent, no charisma, seemingly no work ethic, and is an obvious clout chaser with a very bizarre Lolita obsession and a weird obsession with older men.//

Maja I know you try to cultivate a space where everyone feels safe to express their opinion but this is absolutely insane. The implication here by saying “the racism came into play because the fandom needed a reason to dislike her” is that no one actually cares about her documented history of racist and white supremacist behavior. That the fandom only uses it as an excuse to hate because if they weren’t looking to hate her it would have been such a non issue. Yall are so nasty. I’ve been here since end of 2021, and I never really liked him until the pandemic. People didn’t know about any of that until November/December after the pap walk because the fandom didn’t actually go digging until then. The bread crumbling and everything leading up to SMA was a back and forth with the fandom bc he acted single the entire time! And THEN She posted a naked video of herself on Instagram to deflect. And the fandom is just making shit up to hate???? This is a slap in the face to every WOC in this fandom or was in this fandom.

Also to their point about “if she was his age posting Lolita shit would it still be a problem???” YES. ARE YOU INSANE. Having such a public platform catering to an age regressor kink for men is BAD. No matter how you try to spin it. Now we know it was because she was literally catering to clients who pay for her exclusive content (thanks chaturbate copyright!!!) but it literally doesn’t matter how old you are. Using the Lolita/leon/coquette aesthetic to sell sex is always objectively BAD.

This is exactly why I wanted to answer that ask, to let that person know that what they think is not true. Most people don't like her because of her personality and her behavior; that's it, and that's the truth. As I said before, I'm not saying that even if she was the sweetest and kindest human being who was around Chris's age, there wouldn't be people who hated her just because, but I also don't like when people downplay the things they've said and done and say the fans made it up or overreacted it. 

The reason why I didn't mention the whole timeline thing you did is because at the very beginning, most people didn't think it was real, and they were already mad at them for trolling a lot. And not so long after the pap walk, people found those things, so everything kind of merged together at the time. But I do agree that the main reason most people don't like her is because of her personality and because of her friends, and it's really sad people downplay the seriousness of it. 

She can do whatever with her body, but she shouldn't act like this innocent little girl. If you want to sell your videos online, do it; who cares? But then please, own it. And I hate this whole Lolita shit. It is so toxic and disgusting. 

[island-in-the-shadows]

Again, the score...

I wasn't "in love" with him...sure, and I didn't imagine you eating my 😻 when my monthly came a few days ago.

"I loved him. I loved him. I loved him. By God, I loved him." Fuck you very much for how you said that, Barry. Cillian Murphy who? You deserved all the awards for the sheer love and desperation and grief in that voice alone.

Felix's luscious sweaty neck, Felix's sweaty face in the golden light of morning, Felix in pink and smiling and perfect in the dawn, Felix in the afternoon looking at Ollie with all the love in his heart, Felix on grass like La Maja Desnuda with a look of desire through the smoke, Felix with wings of light and his body open and half naked as he smokes (second favourite shot of the film), Felix kissing Indabel, Felix with a radiant smile just for Ollie in the neon light with a stupid hat. [I'm gonna be sick]

"I hated him"

Oliver, half in the shadows, wishing that was him, Oliver, in the darkness, a tear down his cheek, wishing that was him, Oliver repulsed and still attracted to the sight of the corpse, Oliver on his knees holding kissing the cross on their grave, Oliver on his knees on the earth of the grave submitting to his grief and lust and crime, Oliver on his knees in the tub on that night taking holy sacrament, Oliver gripping the cross as if he would will Felix alive, Oliver consuming the fluid of his God in reverence, Oliver unable to let go and grabbing Felix from the bottom of the lake.

The desire, the lack of control, the want and love and lust and appetite that grew bigger than his body, bigger than Saltburn, bigger than his country, bigger than it all...the desperation...that is what you hated.

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Slavic Spring Deities (Post no.1)

Vesna and Kresnik (Vesnik)

Vesna

(VEES-nah) “Lady Spring”, “Lady of Spring Resurrection”, or “The White Maiden of May”

There are about 15 other names for this deity, the ones that I will focus on in this post in particular are:

Vesna

Name that means Spring

Derived from the Proto-Indo-European “wésr” meaning Spring.

Zlata Maja

Name means “Golden Mother of Life”

Zlatogorka

Name means “Golden Hill”

Marjetica

Name means “Daisy”

Fun fact! The daisy is also a sacred flower of the Norse goddess Freya!

She is a glowing radiant goddess, often described as having long golden hair. Vesna is also associated with the day that the Swallows return on approximately March 9th called Strinenija. At this point in the year, another goddess named Striga(Mora, or Morana) would be reborn as this Spring Goddess. The dates however, will vary depending on the climatic differences in the various Slavic countries.

She loves music, dance and song; as well as sensual pleasures (intercourse). She bedecks herself with a flower crown, and the land itself with beautiful flowers. She may be found naked dancing in a meadow, happily surrounded by birds and butterflies.

Like all the tales of Slavic Deities, she too can change her form to the animals she most connects with. These animals happen to be white birds, rabbits, or singing larks. These are also her messengers!

Quick Facts!

Does she have a sacred day? Time? Holiday?: Yes! They are Fridays, the entire month of May, and especially May Day!

Sacred Space(s): Literally; any flowery meadow, garden, or hill!

Sacred Animals: Rooks, Robins, Cranes, Mice, Shrews, Cuckoos, Fire-flies and Glow worms.

Sacred Plants: Maple, hawthorn blossoms, and wild roses.

Offering ideas: Honey cakes, flowers, apples, goat’s milk, flower crowns, bird sculptures (especially of her sacred birds).

Kresnik

(kre-ES-nik) “Living Fire”, “Lord of Spring Resurrection”, “The Lord of Life-Giving Light”.

There’s about 11 names for this Deity!

In folktales, Kresnik can transform into a bird, or really any shape he pleases; or become invisible! He rides in a golden carriage across the sky on a winged horse. We see him in Slovene folk tales wielding a “golden axe” and causing lightning.

Like his female counterpart (or in some tales she is his partner or twin), he too has golden hair (and mustache), he is bright and radiantly handsome; however he is sometimes described to have golden hands (sometimes going as far as to have golden wings).

Oh! And, he lives on a golden mountain where there grows an apple tree; but it’s not just any old run of the mill apple tree—it holds the golden apples of immortality! (Are you sick of the word “GOLDEN” yet?)

The firefly is a sacred animal to him, and I’ll let you guess why.

Quick Facts!

Sacred day, time, or holiday: Spring Equinox, May 6th, Summer Solstice (June 21 or 22), and oddly enough, December 6th and the Winter Solstice. In short, the Winter Solstice was considered his “birthday,” and then he was celebrated at the Summer Solstice with bonfires!

Sacred spaces: Hills.

Sacred Animals: Roosters, goats, red cows, bulls, bears, wolves, boars, oxen, dragons, horses, flying horses, dogs with white spots (specifically over their eyes, but any white spots will do just fine), woodpeckers, and lynxes.

Sacred Plants: Apples, yellow “corn marigolds,” grapevines, buckwheat, blackberries, red cranberries, asparagus, wheat, hay, and various other fruits.

Sacred Objects: Spoked “sun wheels”, flutes, fiddle, a golden hand (think Thanos), a winged white horse, a candelabrum, golden axe, or a club.

Offering ideas: Yellow apples, wine, cooked buckwheat, grapes, candles, incense, Frankincense, wheat sheaves, cranberries.

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P.S: If you have any questions, always remember to ask them!! If I personally cannot answer it, I'll find sources that could help you out!

[majestativa]

And we hear the emptiness intone a notturno the naked flapping of a butterfly wing here where we are without one another could build a tornado.

— Maja Haderlap, Distant Transit: Poems, transl by Tess Lewis, (2014)

[gatutor]

Ava Gardner "La maja desnuda" (The naked maja) 1958, de Henry Koster.

[theseventhveil1945]

Hollywood gossip was circulating that the Valentino marriage was in deep trouble, that Natacha was taking drugs to numb the pangs of despair, that she was absenting herself from the Whitley Heights haven, and had taken a lover. To scotch the rumors, Natacha joined Rudy in hosting a reception at the Ambassador Hotel for the Spanish painter Federico Beltran-Masses, who had just completed four paintings for them. [...] The forth painting was a sensual portrait called La Gitana, a portrait of a Spanish gypsy reclining seminude likewise in the attitude of Goya's naked muja. Except for the woman's green eyes, La Gitana has the unmistakable features of Natacha. The well-bred Rambova, who was never seen in Hollywood with her hair unbound, brandishing a cigarette, or wearing a short skirt insisted that Beltran-Masses's naked maja be given a name other than her own. It was Rudy's favorite painting, however, one that he would later place above his bed at Falcon Lair.

[...] In Hollywood, Rudy did not want to live alone with his memories at Whitley Heights. He moved into Falcon Lair, even though renovation had not yet been completed. Beltran-Masses kept him company there and gave him painting lessons. The work the actor chose to reproduce in these lessons was La Gitana. Obsessed with the picture, he painted it over and over again. - Madam Valentino, Michael Morris

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// me? making art? it's more likely than you think-

// Rayn has once again taken control of my single brain cell, so I decided to do a B&W piece of her lounging around inspired by a classical painting. Full piece + reference below the cut

The Naked Noir (December 28th, 2024)

The Naked Maja (circa 1797-1800)

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Ava Gardner The Naked Maja (1958) / Ph. by Sam Levin

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Laddie Come Home

SAS Rogue Heroes; werewolf AU Fluff, Slight Angst With A Happy Ending

Chapter Two

David leapt from the carriage when the train stopped for water, rolling over and over and over again until he broke through the bracken at the bottom of the hill.

A naked man walking around the forest would attract more attention than a wolf pup but he could move faster on two legs than four. David kept away from the road and headed in the direction of the city; he made it roughly two miles before the paranoia really set in and he transformed back into a wolf just to be on the safe side.

The wind changed.

..salt?

Tears. That sounds like a child crying.

The girl was sitting on the side of a fallen log, sobbing quietly into the chest of an old man in a long coat. She must have slipped and fallen because there was a red graze on her knee. The man was stroking her hair and gently rocking her, but his eyes kept darting around as if he was looking for someone.

David toddled out of the underbrush, fell on his face, then picked himself up and shook the dirt off his coat. The man froze, his face white with fear, gathered the girl up in his arms and started running.

Oh. They must think I'm a guard dog.

David sat down in the clearing. After a few minutes, he got bored of sitting still and, spotting a fly zooming overhead, tried catching it in his jaws.

The fly dodged and buzzed away, a now enthralled David hopping and stumbling after it. He leapt after it twice but was unsuccessful, the fly dodging him both times with lightning speed.

David wasn't watching where he was going and slammed headfirst into a log. He fell backwards with a yelp, landing with his paws in the air, the fly looping overhead once before buzzing away.

'I think it is just a puppy' said a quiet voice behind him.

David tilted his head back further, then rolled over onto his stomach. The old man and the girl were staring at him from their hiding spot behind a different fallen log, the girl half-hidden beneath the man's coat.

'Here boy, good boy. Come here' the man held out a hand towards him and made soft clicking sounds, so David walked over to him, sniffed his fingers and licked them.

The girl giggled. David leant forward and sniffed her, and she giggled again.

'I think he likes us, księżniczko' the man picked David up and the girl scratched him behind his ears.

'Should we take him with us?'

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Maja and her grandfather Bazyli had been living on the family farm with Maja's parents when the soldiers came. There had been a brief argument about who would take her to the woods, but Maja's mother had settled it by opening the front door to the soldiers as Maja's father shoved them both out the back door and slammed it shut.

David re-learned the story every night, as Maja clutched him to her chest and Bazyli whispered reassurances into her ears until she fell asleep.

In the daytime it was easier to distract them from their worries. David helped them dig for edible roots and grubs in the earth, making Maja laugh as he sneezed and snorted from the dust.

Bazyli played tug of war with him, and carried him in his coat pocket whenever David got sleepy. Maja had named him "Filip", after a character in one of Bazyli's stories, and they both loved their new friend very much.

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David waddled confidently down the street. Somewhere along the way he had managed to get the hang of putting two paws in front of the other and not eating dirt every third step.

The village was only a few houses and a handful of shops, but there were still a handful of German soldiers scattered about. He grudgingly allowed them to pat him, resisting the urge to go for their throats.

Down the road, David spotted an elderly woman at a cafe put her handbag underneath her chair. Next to the cafe were the bombed out remains of a house.

Perfect

David sidled up to an alley, dashed around the block, and came out the mouth of a different alley between the house and the cafe.

A tablecloth obscured him from view as he rifled through the lady's bag for her purse. Fishing it out, he gripped it in his teeth and fled back down the alley, digging into the rubble of the house until he popped up in the middle of the collapsed kitchen like a gopher.

I got it right! Well done me

David transformed and stretched, working the kinks out of his back and legs. It was difficult to wander off from Maja and Bazyli but Mike's warning about not being able to change back kept him vigilant for opportunities.

The purse held a little coin and a few bank notes; David rummaged around the kitchen cupboards and unearthed a singed wicker basket that was just small enough for him to carry in his mouth. Putting the money in it, he transformed back into pup form, picked up the basket, and carefully excavated a tunnel back to the outside.

First to a baker to buy some bread, then a butcher and finally the cheesemonger. David was surprised how easy it was to lift the basket; he'd been thinking that he'd have to drag it back to the woods.

'What have you got there then, little fellow?'

David kept up the pace, sparing a glance behind him. The soldier was smiling at him, but he was eyeing the basket of food far too much for David's liking.

'Come here, little man, come here! Good doggy!'

The man followed him down the street, whistling and clicking at him. This was bad; if he didn't do something to shake him soon he wasn't going to be able to return to the woods.

They reached the edge of the village and David led the soldier around to the back of the houses, feigning towards the garden of the last house on the row. He dropped the basket gently onto the grass, yawning widely.

Come on you bastard, take the bait!

'There's a good doggy' the man muttered, reaching for the basket.

David leapt, jumping directly up between the man's legs, biting down and twisting. The soldier choked on a howl and fell to his knees, a rapidly-spreading pool of blood soaking through the front of his trousers. He fell forward with a gurgle and slammed headfirst into the ground, dead.

David grabbed the basket and sprinted for the cover of the trees, volting over small stones and fallen branches as he bolted back to base.

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There was laughter and singing emanating from the house. Bazyli's cousin in France had wept with joy when he had opened the front door to find them standing in the morning light, and the rest of the day had been spent celebrating their extraordinary journey to France.

David was happy for them. It was time for him to go.

He jumped out of bed and gently pulled Maja's arm back around the cloth rabbit he had painstakingly sewn together earlier while everyone was dancing.

I hope it brings you luck sweetheart. Goodbye.

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🗣 for the WIP ask game :)

🗣 - Share your favorite dialogue exchange.

(WIP excerpt ask game here!)

This one surprised me because I actually still like this snippet despite writing it like, at the beginning of this year. LOL. Anyways.

This one is from The Marking Blood, featuring Sonea and her very very casual definitely not serious object of affection, Maja. 💜

“I missed you.” A hearty wind stormed down the alley, bundling her words away just as she breathed them into being. Maja tilted her head. “What?” Relief tangled with shrieking alarm bells inside Sonea’s head. By way of an answer, she planted a quick kiss against Maja’s cheek before changing their positions. Maja allowed herself to be pressed back against the railing. The wind tugged her chemise about every which way until Sonea pulled it upwards and pinned the flailing hem still with her body. She braced a hand against the railing on either side of the woman’s waist. As she leaned in to kiss gently around her cheeks and nose, Maja snorted. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were being romantic.” “You wish.” They shared a low chuckle. Sonea relished in the warmth of Maja’s body, supple and inviting against her own. A dreamlike quiet swaddled them both for a precious moment. “Yer freezing,” Maja said at last. Those eyes danced with plausible deniability over Sonea’s lips. Sonea leaned closer, flashing a wolfish smile. “I’ve been standing out here naked, dummy.”

[holymovies]

Penélope Cruz in Volavérunt (1999) director Bigas Luna

On July 23, 1802, the Duchess of Alba, the richest and most liberated woman of her time, offered a gala to inaugurate her new palace. The attendance is extraordinary: Prime Minister Manuel Godoy, the painter Goya and Pepita Tudó, Godoy's lover and Goya's model for his most famous painting The Naked Maja. The next morning, Duchess Alba appears dead in her bed under mysterious circumstances. He was 40 years old.