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milliondollarbaby87 · 29 days

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The Beautiful Game (2024) Review

The story of Vinny and how joining the England team for the Homeless World Cup would challenge him as a person and really highlight the power of football for people around the world. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Continue reading The Beautiful Game (2024) Review

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hotvintagepoll · 2 months

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Olive Thomas (The Flapper)— There’s something about her that’s just so beautifully genuine, like you could reach out through the screen and touch her hand. She was a showgirl-turned-Hollywood-star who died a mysterious death, and now she haunts the New Amsterdam Theater. I’ve actually met her ghost— she seems pretty sweet!

Francesca Bertini (Assunta Spina, Countess Sara, The Last Diva)— There is no Diva like an Italian Diva and Francesca Bertini was the prima diva of the genre known as Italian genre cinema. Just watch her fill the screen with her face and her body in glorious close-up. Dressed in impossible floating draperies, conveying impossible depths of emotion, this is the kind of cinema that mesmerised audiences a hundred years ago. She's so free physically in the space of the screen, absolutely commanding - this is a vision of powerful woman that demands your adoration.

This is round 1 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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Olive Thomas propaganda:

Olive Thomas was one of the OG Hollywood starlets, and the only woman to seriously challenge Mary Pickford for Hollywood Queen supremacy. She was known for her stunning face and long ringlet hair, which is pretty amazing considering she was also the original flapper girl (so-called because of HER in the movie The Flapper!). She was also one of the first big Hollywood scandals, because her death was/is very suspicious and the idea that she might have died in a drunken accident (or been murdered by Mary Pickford's brother) was considered beyond the ability for "middle Americans" to understand. WE STAN A GORGEOUS MYSTERIOUS FLAPPER QUEEN!

Francesca Bertini propaganda:

#francesca bertini #olive thomas #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 1

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sleepynegress · 20 days

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Arsema Thomas and A Good Reviewer Social Media Friend Mentioned This...

...and my counter was that white people in relationships with Black people aren't "any better" or more likely to speak up than those who aren't. Especially given how many white racists use the "I have a Black loved one" defense to "prove" they aren't racist and the laden history of America. That said...

She's right. I'm giving the benefit of the doubt right now, for work and possibly planning the most conducive move... However... I remember when character actor James Frain, who is also partnered with a Black woman spoke up, w/o prompting on the subject of racism.

So, I'm watching Mr. Holland closely.

#it would be nice to see baseline allyship #but my expectations are in the gutter given where we are rn #tom holland #?#francesca amewudah rivers #arsema thomas #romeo and juliet #keeping up with this mess #zendaya #racism #misogynoir #the hate she is getting is vicious #this is just who one should be regardless #but when you are partnered w/ a black person it should be an even bigger priority #ewan mcgregor spoke up for moses ingram

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myladyofmercy · 4 months

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heaven

not

fit

house

love

you and I

/francesca by hozier/

#the artful dodger #thomas brodie sangster #maia mitchell #tbs #jack dawkins #lady belle #lady belle fox #jack x belle #dodgerfox #hulu #disney plus #hozier #francesca

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blueshistorysims · 3 months

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September 1921, Henford-on-Bagley, England

Dearest sister,

I hate it. I bloody detest it. Thomas, the title, the fucking castle. I could go on for hours about the castle. It is beautiful, yes, and full of history, but my god, it costs 6,000 bloody pounds a month to even run it. 72,000 a year. That’s more than I would make in fifteen years in my field of work. I think once Thomas dies I am going to sell it. I don’t see the need to live in a Versailles Palace knock-off. I was told that they even hired Jules Hardouin-Mansart and his successor Robert de Cotte to design the place back in 1709.

I spend six days a week with his grace, learning the skills and duties of a duke. He’s hired an etiquette coach to teach me how to dine properly (there is no need to be so many types of spoons and forks, why is there a fork just for eating cheese and another for snails?), a ballroom instructor to teach me to dance waltzes, and I spend hours with the estate manager, learning to the run the bloody place. Stella has escaped these tortures because her mother thought it be would smart to learn American, English, and French etiquette and dining styles.

Sundays are my only free day, and I spend it with Stella. She hates it here more than I do. She tells me that she wants to go home, back to New York. I don’t blame her. The countryside has almost no society, and we avoid the neighbors—Thomas doesn’t think we are ready to be in proper society yet. It is so bluntly obvious that he does not like us I almost laugh.

He leaves for London for parliament soon. I am tempted to sneak away on a boat back to New York. Change my name and run to California where Stella and I will run a hotel. It began as a joke at first, but I wonder if she’s starting to be semi-serious now. I think I will make a case to let us live in London, that way we will be near you and Francesca, and Stella knows people in London. She won’t stuck in a society based on racial privilege and merit. I just want to pursue my own life with my own interests.

I will send a telegram when I am in London. Hopefully soon.

Your darling suffering brother, Byron

East London

Giselle set the letter down and sighed. Of course Byron was complaining about living in a castle. She understood why he was angry, but she was living in a tiny apartment in East London, barely making ends meet if she and Francesca weren’t both working. The only person she felt sorry for in the matter was Stella.

“Oh Giselle,” Francesca wailed, opening the door and slamming it behind her. She was crying.

Giselle stood up in shock. “What happened, dearest? What is the matter?”

“I’ve had a telegram from the family lawyer. Aunt Rosamond is dead.”

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there-are-many-ways-to-smile · 22 days

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I think Tom might have called Zendaya “His MJ.” In an instagram post awhile back But I think that’s all he did vs the racism she faced. I mean he still could have spoken out about it..

#zendaya #tom holland #Arsema Thomas #romeo and juliet #Francesca Amewudah-Rivers #black girls deserve to be protected

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artfulfashion · 8 months

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Dancer Francesca Hayward wearing Miu Miu for Vogue September 2023 photographed by Sean Thomas

#francesca hayward #miu miu #vogue #sean thomas #dancers #dance #2020s

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attaboylew · 1 month

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via brittanysnow

#kid cudi #francesca reale #courtney eaton #thomas mann #parachute

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unfortunate-arrow · 3 months

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FBAWTFT Era | hp ship eras

Rory O’Neill x Francesca Ashby

Rory O’Neill x Ethel Malinda

⤷ @gaygryffindorgal

Aisling Lynch x Jojo Sapieha

⤷ @slytherindisaster

Harry Pembroke x Lucy Devlin

Oliver Battersea x Cecilia Kennedy

Jude Dubois x Caspar Brokenshire

⤷ @endlessly-cursed • @cursebreakerfarrier

#hp ship eras #fbawtft era #fbawtft oc #franry #rory x francesca #rethel #rory x ethel #jolin #aisling x jojo #harrcy #harry x lucy #cecliver #oliver x cecilia #judespar #jude x caspar #my aesthetics #my aesthetic #other people’s ocs #note: idk if i’ll keep brenton thwaites for oliver since i’m using him for thomas

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broooookiecrisp · 1 year

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I really need this to happen lol. Picturing him now while reading is a total game changer.

#bridgerton #thomas doherty #when he was wicked #michael stirling #julia quinn #fan cast #hannah dodd #francesca bridgerton

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kmhappybunny240 · 7 months

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Mrs.Francesca Shelby

This is for @zablife 2k celebration. I based it off of the Hozier song Francesca. Hope you all enjoy. It's also great for spooky season. A little ghost haunting.

One shot. Thomas Shelby peaky blinders fandom

If someone asked me at the end

I'll tell them put me back in it Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah I would still be surprised I could find you, darling In any life If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

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Francesca Shelby stared down at Gina. The supernatural apparition took pleasure in Gina pain as she bled out on the stone walk way. Just below the balcony Gina fell from. She constantly felt the former Mrs Shelby eyes on her. That damned portrait . Telling her she didn't belong in this house. Didn't belong near her children. The evil bitch wouldn't leave her alone. She wouldn't even grant her a peaceful death.

Gina Nelson hated being married to Thomas Shelby. It was an arranged marriage by her uncle Jack. A bloody street war would have crippled her family and their hold in Boston. So she was offered up on a silver platter. Jack had a sister who would have been better suited but Gina had been going through a wild phase and was nearing thirty so it was decided for her. At first she was presented with Michael the cousin but his controlling mother pulled some magic trick with tea leaves and ran her out of Michael's home.

Then there was Finn. A foolish boy who was five years her junior. He was easy to manipulate. She fooled around with him a couple times and nearly got a proposal until some dumb girl named Billie showed up on his doorstep with a five month baby bump. Her uncle Jack nearly knocked Finns teeth out for the transgression that happened months before she stepped foot onto British soil. The next available Shelby male was Tommy oldest son Charlie but sadly he was too young. Only sixteen. The last man standing was Tommy. At least he was handsome and rich.

He charmed her some in the beginning of their short courtship. If you could call it that. Four dinners, two lunches, A tour of Birmingham, and a night at the opera . Where he proposed. She didn't understand what the story was. Something about lovers who were murdered by the woman husband and sent to a circle in hell. The lovers tried to find their way back to each other.

It was a tragic morbid story. Ripped away from your true love and suffering the ultimate punishment. Fighting your way through hell to be reunited. The emotions emitted from the stage got to Gina and Tommy she noticed. The small tear falling from the corner of his eye that she wanted to wipe away. A small ounce of hope bloomed strangely. She could reach him. As charming as he had been she didn't see his infamous steel mask fall once . Now there was a bit of emotion she could work with. She could get her way in the marriage.

As they were leaving the building he stopped her in the lobby. In front of hundreds of people. He gave her a great speech. She almost believed in his promise of devotion. The crowd whispered and few gasped were heard when he got down on bended knee. A gorgeous diamond was laid upon her finger. She said yes. Of course she it. She had rehearsed her reaction in the mirror several times. Coy shocked smile with a small hint of eye watering. Strangers of high society surrounding them, applauding.

Her wedding reception was a disaster. Gina would admit it was partially her fault. The majority was Tommy, his wretched Aunt Polly and those brats. All of their nasty behavior leading up to the wedding made her drink heavily at the reception. What sent her over the edge was that stupid Opera. It was his dead wife favorite. Polly made sure to dig that knife in her back soon as Tommy left Gina side. Polly told her of Tommy and his first wife getting married in London and sneaking into the Opera house when they were eighteen . The bastard tainted her proposal.

She doesn't remember much what happened after. She drank anything that was within sight. Sorted a few powdery substances and crashed into Charlie. Sent them both flying to the ground. Tommy had remained indifferent all day until his precious child was harm. Hell broke loose at that point. Tommy yelling in a different language, Uncle Jack berating her, that stupid kid staring at her through the door way. That was also her first encounter with the ghost of Arrow House. Mrs Francesca Shelby. Gina saw a woman with dark hair standing behind Charlie. Ada maybe? Her eye site was blurry and her head was starting to pound. A chill went down her spine, A whisper she heard.

"He's mine."

Then the woman was gone. She brushed it off because of her intoxication.

A month later she saw the ghost again. Giggling came from the forbidden bedroom. It was always locked. Only opened once a week to be cleaned by Mary the head maid. No one was to enter or they would face the wrath of Tommy Shelby. A few times late at night after visiting Tommy's bed she heard movement. Just her imagination is what Gina told herself. She didn't believe in all that magic and spirit crap the Shelby do.

"I wish papa could see you. He misses you so much."

Isabella, Tommy daughter, sat at her mother vanity brushing her doll hair. The little girl didn't talk much around Gina. An odd little thing. Now she seemed to be talking to thin air. Gina watched her through the door way hiding herself by the wall.

"I want to tell him but I might scare him. Aunt Polly would understand."

The girl looked up into the mirror and that's when Gina saw it. The dark haired woman. The one from the wedding and that god awful portrait. She was mimicking the girl movements with the doll. Gina was terrified. How was this possible. Ghosts aren't real.

"Leave my daughter alone."

Francesca locked on to Gina with palpable rage. Her eyes turned black then that Romani spilled from her lips. A curse it felt like. She was knocked into the wall and Mrs. Shelby was gone.

"I wanted to see mama. You know she lives in here."

Isabella cried in her father's arms. He scooped her up consoling his little girl. He handed her off the Mary . Gina hadn't realized the maid was next to her. She was too stunned.

"Don't you dare come near this room again. Understand?"

Tommy hot breathe fanned her face. Rage radiated off of him.

"Uh huh."

Was all Gina could get out. He pushed her out in the hall way and locked the door. Tommy jabbed his finger in her face.

"Never again."

He left her alone in the hall. What felt like hours was just a few moments of stand there is silence. A cough broke her out of the daze.

" My mother death broke him. He wasn't always so cold."

Charlie told her in sympathy, Having watched the small altercation. He never liked Gina. She was selfish, mean, and loved to spend money. She didn't make a big effort to get to know him and his siblings but in this moment he didn't believe she deserved that kind of treatment. His father was a very emotionally complicated man. His mom was the one who brought him out of his shell. She stopped the shovels and glued his heart back together. Tommy told Charlie once when he was younger. Francesca was the other half of Tommy soul.

After that night Gina became more paranoid. The noises got louder any time she passed the room. She could feel Francesca portrait eyes move and follow her as she climbed the grand stair case. Whispers in her ears when she was alone. Tommy wasn't helping her concerns when she voiced them.

"You should leave take a holiday. Visit your family back in America."

That's all he would say to her before leaving the house. She would see him sitting at the pond with a fire going. Small flashes of him hugging her. He was conjuring her up. That's why she was being tormented for months. This was his fault. She needed to put a stop to it. So she did or at least tried with gasoline.

Gina rummaged through the garage looking for the flammable chemical. Once she got her hands on the can she laughed. A mad laughter. Her sanity was being ripped apart at the seams. Angry whispers turned into screams as she got closer to the house. Her next stop was the kitchen. A sharp knife to pick a lock and matches. She pushed past several staff. Isabella crying in the background. Once she made it to the door she began to pick the lock. Violently, to the point of cutting her hand every time the blade slipped. Blood dripped to the floor but Gina didn't care.

The door popped open. Another unhinged laugh escaped her deranged smile. She stilled herself once she was in the middle of the bedroom. A beautiful bed with light golden silk sheets sat before her. She didn't get a full look the last time she was there. This should have been her room. Befitting of her status . Mrs Shelby. A large closet still filled with the finest clothing money could by. Multiple dressers with jewelry on top. French perfumes and makeup scattered across the vanity. The belongings barely touched.Jealousy coursed through her veins. This should be hers all hers. Not a shrine to the dead wife. As Gina set the matches and gas can down there was a noise in the bathroom.

Another room that made her angry. Luxurious claw foot tub ,marble sink , A built in shower.

"FUCK!"

A drinking glass fell on the ground shattering and scaring Gina. Cupboard doors flew open one by one. Laughter was in the air and it wasn't coming from her. She backed up to the sink when silence stilled the room.

"Why are you doing this? I haven't done anything to you."

Gina shouted. She felt a chilling breeze on her back. A slight cracking noise could be heard. When she turned around the blood drained from her face. The mirror was cracked and Francesca glared back. Her distorted face ready to kill Gina.

"This is my home. My family. GET OUT!!"

The mirror exploded and blew back onto Gina. Shards embedded in her skin. She tripped trying to escape slipping on her own blood. Screaming for help. She tried to open the bedroom door but someone locked it. She banged and banged. No one seemed to hear her. A fierce tug on her hair sent to to the ground. The ghost was on top of her strangling her.

"Please st. Sto op. Plea." Gina tried to plead struggling to get her words out.

"Nothing will separate us. Not you. Not death. Not even the heavens or hell. Tommy will always be mine." Francesca screamed out in anguish. Gina fought scraping at the hands around her throat. Suddenly the pressure was gone and Gina could breathe. She was writhing on the floor as air filled her lungs. She felt pain all over body and she tried to rise to her knees. The balcony doors opened with a slam as Gina crawled to the exit.

Gina face hit the hardwood as her leg was grabbed. She kicked and kicked. The ghostly hands had a deadly grip, dragging Gina towards the balcony. She dug her fingers in the floor scratch marks following. Screaming her throat raw.

"Stop it Please. I beg you please."

Snot and tears covered her face. She felt the cold stone on her flesh. Stars filled the sky. It was oddly peaceful. She was picked up. Her hair entangled in Francesca fingers.

"You cursed yourself on your wedding day. I warned you. He is mine."

Gina floated in slow motion. A dream like feeling before excruciating pain entered her body. Blood filled her throat. Choking her. She couldn't move. She was frozen and losing consciousness. Shouts for help could be heard in the distance. The evil ghost looked down on her with a wicked smile. Another dark figure passed through her. Tommy. Francesca holding Tommy . Caressing in a lovers embrace.

"I still love you in death. Nothing can separate us."

As Gina bled to death , Tommy continued holding his wife. His other half. His true love. She should have know nothing good could come from a marriage to a man who was able to conjure up his dead wife.

"I will crawl my way out of hell for you. My beloved Francesca."

That was the last thing Gina heard before her eyes closed forever. Much to Tommy and Francesca pleasure.

#thomas shelby fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #haunting #Gina Nelson #original female character #hozier #francesca #death #zablife 2k celebration #Gina Shelby #supernatural #aunt polly #finn shelby #michael gray #charlie shelby #jack Nelson #Spotify #tommy shelby #tommy shelby one shot

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wildcmbcrsupdates · 11 months

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Courtney Eaton, Francesca Reale, Kid Cudi and Thomas Mann photographed by Lauren Withrow for Parachute.

#courtney eaton #francesca reale #kid cudi #thomas mann #parachute #parachute film

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filthforfriends · 1 year

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STATO DI NATURA

Francesca Michielin & Måneskin

I was today years old when I discovered this Må song. There isn’t a music video with both artists so I made one!

“The “State of Nature” is a philosophical expression that indicates the condition of man before the advent of laws and civilization…Now that we live in a technological, advanced and frenetic context within the cities, we have paradoxically regressed back to a state of incivility and aggression that we often manifest through social media and that too often spills over to women.” - Francesca Michielin