#tonight and every night

[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

[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

[maudeboggins]

[trulyyoursdevil]

It’s cold morning and I want nothing but you , My Love ♥️

[vaguely-concerned]

from what I infer from some of his dialogue, my guess is that while lucanis hasn't had a proper relationship before he has had one night stands and short term flings. and -- listen, I know he's a dick and a menace and probably a hopeless case but please do still spare illario dellamorte a moment of your thoughts and pity for the role of incredulous yet intrepid wing man that he's all but certainly had to play on several occasions for that to happen. there are 100% people out there who were trying SO fucking hard to get no strings attached laid by this stupidly hot emotionally unavailable mysterious stranger who won't be in town for long without lucanis ever realizing it. people who would have remained tragically unlaid if illario weren't there to clue him in.

I'm just imagining Illario staring in pure dismay and disbelief at his dumbass of a cousin failing to pick up what someone isn't just putting down but scattering all over the floor like glittery confetti burning with a magnesium flame brightness to spell out 'SIR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE RAIL ME THIS IS AN OFFICIAL ENTHUSIASTIC INVITATION TO MY BED' and having to push him out the door after them like 'maker's breath sometimes i don't understand how you have the wits to grip the right end of a knife, lucanis, they were throwing themselves at you and you just stared at them in mild puzzlement until they gave up and went away go fucking GET THEM for the sake of my sanity if nothing else!!!'

[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

[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.

[yeesiine]

Mood: I wanna sleep in your arms.

[marciabrady]

TONIGHT AND EVERY NIGHT 1945, dir. Victor Saville

[andoutofharm]

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[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)

[thatsbelievable]

[iamthemaestro]

these days you just can't enlist in service of his majesty the king with nothing to your name and still get a fine red coat with bastions and buff facings and a musket you barely know how to use that requires you to look to the bright-eyed young private you met on your first day who shows you how to pick a good flint and brush out the pan and wheel elbow-to-elbow with you on the field and who offers you his pipe the evening before you march out to battle if only you'd sing him a song and that night when the other four men in your tent are asleep he tugs on your sleeve and asks you to hold him because deep down he knows tomorrow when you're three ranks deep and he's pressed up against you to aim his musket over your shoulder it will be the last time he will ever get to touch you