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alyvaleblogs · 11 months
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Seen a beautiful trans today?❤️🌹
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thorstenhasenkamm · 1 year
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“Beverly Hills“
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epicforwards · 7 months
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"There are no shortcuts to any place worth going."
-- Beverly Sills
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gobloggirl · 1 year
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Girls just want to have fun xx
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justbusterkeaton · 1 year
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The exterior shots of the houses in both The Electric House (1922) and Parlor, Bedroom and Bath (1931) were Buster’s home at the time of filming.
The house in The Electric House was 59 Westmoreland Place.
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Buster needed a big house because his in-laws practically lived with him, despite having even grander homes themselves. The top floor of the house was a ballroom, which his sister-in-law Constance Talmadge, would use to ride her bicycle in.
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The Italian Villa was Buster’s second attempt at building a house that his wife Natalie and her mother and sisters would approve of. Built in the Mediterranean Revival style, it was codesigned by Buster and architect Gene Verge, Sr.
Their neighbours were Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks, Harold Lloyd, Charlie Chaplin and Rudolph Valentino.
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abdulllahma · 7 months
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Beverly Hills
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benderclub · 1 year
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papi from beverly hills chiuahaha is low-key kind of toxic because he kept flirting with chloe who turned him down politely and explained that they were never going to be a thing and then he repeatedly referred to her as his love throughout the film. LIKE BRO SHE REJECTED YOU SHE ISNT YOUR LOVE???? papi the dog needs to learn some fuckin boundries
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kellyinverse · 5 months
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High Tea
He was a sophisticated
Producer
I'd met at a party
for Jims, with Dewy,
He'd also done
The House of No,
(a personal favorite)
And coming soon;
Slap her, she’s Italian
back then I was easily
seduced by the idea
of a role I could play,
pretentious airs or future heirs
but really it was the accent
that lured me in...
"Meet me at the Beverly Wilshire
"Have you been to a high tea? We can discuss your future?"
(I wasn't a fool but ever game for new experiences, I agreed to meet him the following week.)
The morning of
my boyfriend of 2.5 years,
Henry, said, "be home late."
through the bathroom door...
"K"
he didn't even wait for my reply.
the late nights at the tattoo shop
were beginning to add up
but there was no time for tears,
(pause for hopeful ingenue moment)
I had an audition
for Toyota Japan
&
"High Tea" to think about…
So I painted on my cupid's bow
and unpinned my curls,
Freshly coiffed
donning my favorite floral chiffon
Bonnie Parker
inspired dress,
The nude lace trim
of my slip
the edge of my bare breast
Peeking out under
the petals of a daisy
Those
Dreamy wolford stockings
&
My new
Art deco garter belt,
I gave myself another once over on the way out
"Not too bad kid."
In the waiting area, I could feel their
eyes on me,
the stockings I'd spent too much on,
I was nervous, and in the fiddling
popped one of my garters
it was in the fixing
that I felt the air shift
eyes fixating on my pale
skin...
Awash with confidence
& pheromones
I booked the job-
Feeling sexy,
Pulling up to the
Hotel that made Julia famous
in my old dodge coronet
Primer gray
No headliner
The valet startled me
In thought,
“I booked it.”
(Play it cool dammit)
Handing him
My keys,
I finger gun,
“take it easy on her, she's a .383”
Feeling my fire,
I Enter the hotel
Its opulence
the scent of greed
Chanel no. 5
Bentley leathered asses
Faces that don't smile anymore
or can't
The floor's mirror shine
reflected the me under the dress,
Well done ;-)
Making myself blush
ripe for the offering
Following the subtle arrows along the wall
I arrive;
The tea room was vast,
a gold trimmed
Austere version of Versaille,
How splendid!
In my 20s drop waist
dress, I feel like I'm gliding
despite my repainted Mary Janes
and their peeling edges...
I try to breeze by the maitre de
lest i lose my nerve...
But he taps me on the shoulder
this way please,
My escort in tow
My gaze shifts
To
the 1% tippling $20 earl gray
nibbling on crustless fare
their eyes
in awe of my audaciousness
& lack of diamonds
(when was the last time any of them had sex they
didn't have to pay for?)
(Oh to be 23 again)
There he was
With his arrogant nose
curly lips, that one eyebrow that sits a little higher
in judgement...
his zegna
Pink Custom button down
shirt so crisp & open one button too far
A little Chubby
for his pristine broken in jeans
and Gucci Belt
but he'll do
The waiter comes by,
"tea for two, please"
He looks into my eyes, with a cunning
confidence
“How charming, you are.”
(That’s rich speak for pretty fuckable pauper)
We banter over cucumber sandwiches
and
jammy cookies
I linger over the clotted cream a little too long...
and he touches my thigh under the table,
tracing the edge of my garters
"Let's go for a walk"
"But my car is here"
"it's not far..”
"What's not far..?"
He grabs my hand
....
Henry’s late nights slide by my conscience,
It's only fair right...
Finding myself
a drift in
The pristine alley ways
of Beverly Hills,
I realize there’s no friend’s place
he kisses me suddenly,
deeply, not bad for a snob
His eyes locking into mine
No, I shouldn't but I don't resist
We’re up against a pink wall
by a dumpster
Am I into this?
As he bites my neck
his breath warm with the faint scent of bergamot
"I have a boyfriend."
"And I'm married..."
"wait, what?"
but I'm wet, fuck...
he slides my dress up
over my ass
the cold chiffon gives me goosebumps
and
I
Spy my thighs tensing
stretching the belt straps across my
Muscles
The stockings strain
as my legs widen
and my foot finds the edge of the dumpster
my calves curved up around his waist,
High on my own design
My eyes drift inward
but my ears
...a distinct sound of unbuckling
catching him tripping over the button of his trousers,
Giving me the look.
you know the one
just before they find the top of your head,
I giggle
stroking his cheeks gently,
before guiding his head,
I give him a kiss,
"How charming you are..."
and down he went
for
a closer look
At my new garter belt...
to be continued
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caroglazed · 1 year
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vintageinvogue · 2 years
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Marilyn Monroe, photographed by Bert Stern for VOGUE magazine in “The Last Sitting” in Beverly Hills, California, 1962.
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damn-these-eyes · 1 year
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gobloggirl · 1 year
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✌️Loves it ✌️
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anthonx · 1 year
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