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atomic-raunch · 5 months
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Barbara Britton, Ella Neal, Eva Gabor, and Katherine Booth, 1941
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ilovedamsels1962 · 22 days
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Ginger Rogers
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love-pinups · 7 months
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pinups by Alberto Vargas
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nocternalrandomness · 9 months
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The Victory Belles from the National WW2 Museum
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fruluna · 2 years
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1940's-50's novelty ashtray
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fuad-ramses-73 · 2 years
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Doggie Legs By Neet
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Doggie Legs By Neet da Paul Malon Tramite Flickr: 1941.
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lilly-onthevalley · 1 year
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hi Lilly,
it's hair anon again. I would love to know your hair routines! I actually found a wig that i'm going to wear for the fall and would love style inspo.
Here are all the links I have in my *personal* hair styling playlist <3
Some of these may not be quite your style but they are very fun to try especially if you're into vintage beauty!
Pin Curling Natural Hair
90's Inspired Super model hair
Cutting Layers on Long hair
Round brush blowdry Natural hair + Straightening and Curl
Curling long hair
Dominican Doobie Wrap tut
Dominican Roller Set -> Dominican Roller Set Results and Blow Out
Wrapping Relaxed or Straightened Hair for Nighttime
Salon Blow Out + Hair Colour, Hair Cut and Styling Tips
How to Relax your Hair
Nighttime Silk Press Routine
How to maintain Straight Hair while Working Out
1930-40's Braided Vintage Natural Hairstyles
1940's Vintage Curled Bumper Bangs tut
Milkmaid Braided Hairstyle Natural Hair
'Junior Prom' 1946 Recreated Hairstyle Natural Hair
Summer Vintage Hairstyles for Natural Hair
1950's Vintage waves on a Horseshoe Haircut
1940/1950s Page Boy Hairstyle
Maintaining Silk Press 1 month
Pin Curl Bun
Pamela Anderson Up-Do
No-heat Old Hollywood Waves for Natural Hair
No-heat Natural Hair Pinup Styles: Old Hollywood Pageboy Tutorial
Betty Page Hair Waves
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paigenoelchas-blog · 2 years
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Feels Like Home
9: Reunion
In this part, we meet Betty and Jake gets some good advice.
She barged in the door and before I knew what was happening, she had me in a bear hug so tight that I could barely breathe. I had missed her.
“Hello,” I grunt out. She was squeezing so tightly that it was hard to form words.
She backs up and punches me in the arm. “That’s what you get for being away so long.”
Betty is always honest, always strong. She speaks her mind. She doesn’t let anyone get the best of her. She doesn’t abide by fools. If Betty is your friend, she will defend you, care for you and help you in any way that she can. She is the definition of loyal. And she is a knockout, absolutely gorgeous. Today, she is dressed like a 1940’s pinup model, her platinum hair in tight curls close to her face. Her black and red dress hugs her curves in all of the right ways.
“What happened to you,” I say. “When I left you were into baggy pants and tie dye shirts. Now this?” I say, realizing how much has changed in four years.
“You like?” She asks giving me a silly wink.
“Yeah, Betty. You look incredible.”
“Right answer. Thank you.” She responds.
Betty has no shame. She knows she is a prize. She believes in herself.
I smile. “I see the years haven’t dulled your sense of self worth.”
“Nope. What about you? Are you still the same shy boy that you used to be?”
I look at my hands. “I think that would be accurate.”
I blush though I don't know why. Betty knows me and I have nothing to hide from her. Maybe it is simply her knowledge of me after all of this time. Or maybe it is that a large part of me is still that shy little boy. She sits down, immediately at home in my presence. She is family to me.
“I would offer you coffee, but I have...misplaced the coffee pot." I pause. "I can offer you some water, or..."
“Maybe later," she interrupts, "I want to hear the reason that you were away from me for so long.”
I sit down next I her. Yet, a memory of Mahri comes to mind. Twenty questions, the intimacy of that moment, of holding her in my arms. I am about to get carried away in my thoughts but shake my head and turn my focus back to Betty and the question at hand.
We talk for quite a while, I explain why I was running and couldn’t contact her for all of this time.
“Frank is a piece of shit. I never trusted that guy,” she states. Clearly upset. "I can't believe he was willing to sacrifice your freedom for his."
"It’s fine. It wasn’t fair and things were hard for a while, but it led me to this place at this moment where I can appreciate all the things around me. I notice everything that I took for granted before.”
“Wow, an optimistic Jake. Never thought I'd see that. Your mom would be happy. She would love to see you embracing a happy future and not expecting the worst.” A soft smile crosses her lips that are dyed red with an exquisite shade of lipstick.
"I have learned that things can get better and that maybe I can have a happier future than that past has shown me," I confess.
Her smile is deeper this time. It is genuine and resolved as if she understands that my soul is finally healing. Being around Betty made me happy like I was a kid again.
“What’s her name?” She interrupts my thoughts.
“Betty, I want to know what you have been up to for four years. This isn't all about me.”
I have been working in an art gallery, reading free verse poetry, getting people drunk, trying to watch my mouth and stay out of trouble...the usual," she says quickly. “What’s her name?”
I sigh. “Mahri,” I lower my eyes, “I do want your advice, but that isn’t the only reason that I called you. I want to know about you and regain some of what we lost.”
“Jakey Poo, we will always be friends." she pinches my cheeks. "You are my brother. I missed you and it hurt that there was no goodbye, but I understand now. Let’s forget about all of the past. It’s not worth it to waste our future. Tell me what is going on and what you want to talk about. There will be plenty of time for you to return the favor."
That is how she always talked to me. She hated what she called "polite bullshit".
Her smile lets me know that she means it. "Tell me about Mahri."
My heart warms and I begin. There are so many thoughts swirling through my head. I am caught up in the thought of her. “Where do I start?” I say running my fingers through my hair.
“Ok, you are going to make me work for this. How did you meet?”
“Well, we met online. Do you remember when I found out that I had two half-sisters, Hannah and Lily?” She nods.
"Hannah was kidnapped and...” I start to tell the story.
“What the hell?” she interjects.
"I know. She is fine now."
I quickly begin to tell her about Hannah's disappearance.
"Shit. No wonder your heart is such a mess," she interjects.
"I know, right?" I say with a melancholic chuckle. "So, when I was trying to find Hannah, a random number got pulled into our investigation. We still haven't figured out where her number came from, but there she was, this woman with the guts to stand up for herself and those that she loved, the emotional intellect to solve problems the rest of us couldn't and the ability to love those who got to be around her. She even cares for those she only met through the computer. Anyway, that number belonged to Mahri. She is amazing, strong and smart, and beautiful. We talked a lot during our search. She was the first person in a long time that was actually interested in my well-being, the first to actually ask my name, and the first that I wanted to tell it to in four years. I became intrigued by her. We started talking and over the course of the investigation, we fell in love.”
She seemed skeptical. “So, this is one of those online things, what if she is catfishing you? What if this is all just some fantasy that isn’t real?"
"That’s the thing. I would have never believed that I could fall in love with someone over the internet, I actually would have never trusted another soul the way that I trust her, but there was something different about her from the beginning. What we have is real. When I afraid that I would die, we texted and she talked me through it, we said I love you and we meant it. I have never felt this way before, you know that." I look at her. She nods in understanding. "When I told her I was free from my pursuers, she ran to me. When I hold her in my arms, I know that this is real and right.”
“Wait...you almost died?”
“Yeah, trying to escape from a mine that my friend, well, sort of friend, set on fire.”
“What? You have some interesting friends. I will have to meet this guy.”
"Can’t. But that is another story for another time."
She accepts that fact and continues, "Ok, so, you met her, for real?”
"Yes. Here. Four days ago." I begin to remember again. Memories of dancing in the rain, of the two of us cuddling on the couch, of her in that green dress fill my mind.
She pauses and waits for more information. When I don't say anything else. She clears her throat and says, "...and how did that go?"
"It was wonderful. We talked and we laughed and we kissed. We danced in the rain and we had a romantic dinner. We did normal things like just eating and doing the dishes. It just felt so perfect. Like all of these little things, all of the struggles just worked together and were just meant to be. It felt like this moment was just fated to happen, like all of the world meant for us to be together. from the moment that I met her, I knew that everything was right. I knew that we were going to be happy. I thought so, but I still trust her. I know that she is the place my soul lives. As much as I know that you will be my friend for all of our days, I know she is the one I will love. She will be my only one, forever. I know that we were brought together for a reason. I know that if this world fell apart, she would be the last thing I would think about and the first thing I would die to protect."
“Wow, that's a lot." She stops and thinks for a minute. Then continues, "So, what is the problem? Does she not feel the same? I mean, you are an acquired taste.” She says and winks at me.
“I thought she felt the same. She told me that she did, but at the end of our romantic dinner, which I thought was just about perfect, I noticed her start to change. She stopped talking. When I asked her about it, her response was 'I can’t do this.' I tried to talk again to get her to elaborate, but she shut down. I dropped her off at home and she hasn’t spoken to me since. It has been two days."
“Ok, let's back up." I am ready for her analysis. " Things were great, you were in love, she was who she said she was and she returned your feelings, and then she didn't. Is that right?"
"Basically." I nod.
"What did you tell her? Did you tell her the fates had aligned for you to be together forever or some shit like that? After two days? Did you use words like forever and future and meant to be?" She asks.
I nod, and almost whisper, "Yes, I wanted to tell her the whole truth, from my heart."
"Good job, Romeo. You scared the shit out of her," she chuckles. "No matter how much adoration she may have for you, forever holds a lot of weight. You have to be careful when you say dumb shit like that, even if you mean it."
" How the hell was I supposed to know?"
" I forgot that you are emotionally...stunted. Give her some time and when comes around, shut your fucking mouth for at least a week. How did you survive without me?"
" You don't think it is over? We may still have a chance?" I ask, feeling more hopeful than I have in days.
"If what you say is true, she will come around, but it is best if you leave it to her. Besides, how could she resist you for long? I mean look at you...stud muffin." She pokes his chest, teasing him. "Let's go drink. Where is a good place around here?"
"I only know of one place, but I don't think it is a good idea..." My words trail off, but she pulls me out the door
"You're driving," she screams over my shoulder.
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edurocker-bravura · 1 year
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wnkprice · 5 days
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage 1940's 50's Navy Blue Polka Dot Dress Silky Feel Union Made Pinup.
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atomic-raunch · 5 months
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ilovedamsels1962 · 1 month
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Rosemary La Planche, 1940's
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love-pinups · 1 month
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Priscilla Lane
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sultrystarlet · 2 years
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pinups by Alberto Vargas
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flawlessend · 1 year
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1940’s / 50’s Pinup Hair and Makeup https://flawlessend.com/1940s-50s-pinup-hair-and-makeup/
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