#tonight and every night

[vampirecorleone]

"Rita Hayworth was pregnant during production. As a result, the musical numbers were filmed first, before the pregnancy began to show. As filming progressed, great care was taken to hide her growing belly with muffs, furniture and purses" Tonight And Every Night (1945) dir. Victor Saville || Costume Design by Marcel Vertès and Jean Louis Berthault

[marciabrady]

In the Latin beat rhythms one can marvel again at Hayworth's hypnotic force as a dancer. She enters through a door, drawn by the beat of male drummers, dressed in a clinging white two-piece that accentuates her body through the provocative forward thrust of her torso- a stance that is an invitation and a promise, and has become a trademark, like her hair. Where most dancers move from the hips down Hayworth moves from the knees up, her shoulders drawn back projecting her breast cage forward in the most enticing manner. To see her is to experience a sense of joy pure and simple. And all the more potent for being an invitation in the dark. -John Kobal

TONIGHT AND EVERY NIGHT (1945) dir. Victor Saville

[cthoniccompanion]

i'm really normal about eris hadesgame

[dimepicture]

[maudeboggins]

[bearotonin-international]

why go to sleep at a reasonable hour when instead you can stay up late and be tired and sad

[samijey]

jey uso is the supportive boyfriend we all deserve

[fisheito]

holfd on. One more thing about mirage of scales

[yeesiine]

Mood: I wanna sleep in your arms.

[grimalditeuthis]

kind of fucking insane that we live on a planet actually. has anyone else heard about this?

[marciabrady]

A popular review of the film from its initial release read: "The temperature in the movie jumped at least ten degrees [during] Rita Hayworth's 'You Excite Me' number."

TONIGHT AND EVERY NIGHT 1945, dir. Victor Saville

[mawsnclaws]

Stumbling aimlessly around the vampire's castle for what feels like hours. You're cold and sore, no matter where you go you just can't seem to find somewhere warm to rest. You've given up, collapsed against a wall, when a large shadow casts over you.

You look up, face to face with the owner of the castle. They seem smug but..the moment they get a look at your horrified expression, they soften. They kneel down, running a long nail against the side of your face. They mutter something quietly about how much of a soft spot they have for humans..

You're exhausted, on the verge of passing out. They can tell. In moments you're gingerly cradled between large pale fingers, slowly getting closer and closer to their face. Their teeth glint in the moonlight that streams through the nearby window. You don't have the energy to panic.

They don't bite you..or tease you..or drag the process out. They treat you as if you're glass, like the most frail thing they've ever held. It's a blur, but the warmth of their mouth is indescribable. It's like a hug, a relief from the frigid cold. Their stomach is comfortable..you practically sink into it. They walk, and their stomach sways gently, rocking you into a deep sleep.

They'll let you out in the morning.

[dimepicture]

[andoutofharm]

x

[isamovingon]

world's cutest intern ?

[asssdirector]

the mountain goats + a certain kind of dread

(lovecraft in brooklyn // minnesota //night light // if you see light // spent gladiator 1 // alpha rats nest // cry for judas)