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Louise Brooks 

For more of this stunning movie starlet, click here..

Mary Louise Brooks (November 14, 1906 – August 8, 1985), generally known by her stage name Louise Brooks, was an American dancer, model, showgirl and silent film actress, noted for popularizing the bobbed haircut. Brooks is best known for her three feature roles including two G. W. Pabst films: in Pandora’s Box (1929), Diary of a Lost Girl(1929), and Prix de Beauté(Miss Europe) (1930). She starred in 17 silent films and, late in life, authored a memoir, Lulu in Hollywood.

FWD: ALT-POSTR-MONDAY FOR MARCH 20, 2017

I love Mondays because that means alternative poster over at Written in blood. My favourite is the Hellraiser poster, am such a fan of this movie.. 

Sexy super ladies

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https://www.patreon.com/dandonfuga

Retro movie time at casa Rincewind tonite, it’s Krull time… man i love this flick..

The night circus by Erin Morgenstern

​The Night Circus is a 2011 fantasy novel by Erin Morgenstern. It was originally written for the annual writing competition NaNoWriMo over the span of three NaNoWriMos.


It’s an amazing read and thanks to Summertime for letting me know. I was enthralled from the 1st page to the last. I highly recommend this one. 


Poppet

Plot:

The Night Circus is a phantasmagorical fairy tale set near an ahistorical Victorian London in a wandering magical circus that is open only from sunset to sunrise.

The circus serves a darker purpose beyond entertainment and profit. The magicians Prospero the Enchanter and the enigmatic Mr. A.H— groom their young proteges, Celia Bowen and Marco Alistair, to proxy their rivalry with the exhibits as a stage. Prospero teaches his daughter to hone her innate talents by holding ever larger and more complex magical workings in her mind. Celia takes her position on the game board as the illusionist who makes true transformations, adding tents and maintaining wondrous aspects from the inside. Mr. A.H— trains his orphan ward with books in the ways of glyphs and sympathetic magic and illusory worlds that exist only in the mind of the beholder. 

And btw don’t read the Wikipedias plot all the way though. Big fucking spoiler alerts should be posted there.

Keres – Godess of Death

Well, I guess death is not that bad 😆

By Mike Krome, website 

THE KERES were female spirits (daimones) of violent or cruel death, including death in battle, by accident, murder or ravaging disease. 

All girls like a bad guy 

Damn u monster.. 😆 

Pinups and Monsters by Carlos Valenzuela.

llustrations by Carlos Valenzuela. More artworks by Carlos on his website and deviantart

Neneh Cherry – I’ve Got You Under My Skin

We do have black artists in Sweden and this girl is my all time favourite especially with this song. Listen to the lyrics,  just amazing.

Neneh Mariann Karlsson (born 10 March 1964), better known as Neneh Cherry, is a Swedish singer-songwriter, rapper, and occasional DJ and broadcaster.

And her brother is also amazingly good.

Eagle-Eye Lanoo Cherry (born 7 May 1969) is a Swedish musician best known for the single “Save Tonight“.

Same as before, listen to the lyrics. Aaahhh..

Stevie Wonder – I Just Called To Say I Love You

I love this one. Oki I love all off Stevie Wonders song. Superb artist, composer and seems like a damn nice guy as seen on the carpool with James Corden. 

Blindspot 2017 – it’s Hammer time

I see quite a lot of the movie bloggers are having this blindspot thing going about movies they should have seen but never had time so I started thinking about movies where I had a blindspot and just missed out on. It’s quite a lot… but.. *flashbulb*

I realised I had loads of Hammer horror I’ve missed out on so my Blindspot 2017 these are my  9 picks, skipped 3 months that I will review and I’m so looking forward to seeing them. Oki I will be cheating with Vampire lovers but it was ages ago and needs to be rewatched.

Ingrid Pitt, here I come (hey pervos, not in that way).

Valentine & Maxwell 

“Whatcha doing over there?” Burgundy asked without taking her eyes off the computer screen. I looked down at the papers that I didn’t actually remember taking out of my drawer. It was my notes from the Cat-Lady-case.

“Just putting the finishing touches on our last case,” I lied.
“Right; because it’s very important for our files to include the favorite sex-position of our clients,” she teased. I chuckled and write that down just for fun.
The closet was where we were supposed to keep our old client files – and we did – but it’s also where old clothes and knick-knacks that we never used anymore went to die. I shuddered to think of all the things that were hiding inside that bottomless pit. I think there was even a box of my old sex-toys in there somewhere.
Don’t ask me why.

Listen, I understand that I’m giving off an impression here, but it’s not like I’m a sex addict or anything. Dad’s genes have just left me with quite the hankering. I kind of have sex the way other people have chocolate, or alcohol. It’s not like I would die without it, but it would be hard to stop, or go without a long time.

Of course, I would give up chocolate, alcohol and sex any day for Burgundy…

But until they have an missing case with a water nympf:

Burgundy and I shared a knowing look. The woman had to be an undine – a water spirit, at one with the water; they could take human form, but the form was essentially all made up of water. When the raindrops hit her, she would just have absorbed them, which was how she managed to look all dry and fresh.

“My fiancé is missin’,” she said. “He just vanished into thin air the night after his bachelor party.”
She paused, biting her lips like she was trying not to cry.  Dear heavens, do not let her cry, I thought. I was horrible with crying women.
“I know what that sounds like, but my Thomas wouldn’t run out on me. He loves me. That might sound naïve, but it’s true. He’s the one came after me in the first place! Finally won me over, got me all pathetic and heart sick for him and then he goes and disappears on me. You have to help me find him.” She looked from Burgundy to me, and continued to switch back, waiting for one of us to speak.
“Have you talked to anyone else about this?” I asked. I preferred not to have competition.
“There’s no one else I can go to,” Lavender said, and she bit her lower lip again while looking nervously around the room There was obviously something she didn’t want to tell us.
“Miss Lacada, if you’re not upfront with us, we can’t help you,” I prompted. That seemed to convince her to suck it up and spit it out.
“Thomas is human,” she admitted quietly, as if afraid the place was bugged or something.

Read more @ Valentie and Maxwell 

Sagemill

Bugger off to one of my beautiful author friend Rain who has concoted a great story for you with some lovely sleazy characters for you.

Via writingupmyserotonin.wordpress.com

Sagemill is a city that puts cities like Las Vegas and Pattaya to shame. Those places think they have witnessed gambling, lust, all kinds of sin. They don’t know what sin is. They don’t know that a place can pull you in, chew you up, and feast on your soul until there’s nothing left of you but bone dust. Those places are nothing. They’re only human.

Humanity doesn’t survive long in Sagemill. It isn’t a human place at all, isn’t even in the same world as those pathetic little towns, towns that think bright lights and low morals make them any kind of competition for a place like this. There’s magic in Sagemill. Some say it’s just one little city in a big world full of magic, a world hidden from ours where only a few unlucky or stupid humans end up. I know nothing about a hidden world, but I know the hidden city. I know Sagemill; I know every dark little corner, every puke-filled gutter, and every monster that pass through the city gates. Sure as hell been here long enough to know it all.

Couldn’t tell you exactly how long, though. Time doesn’t mean a damn thing here. You play away your money, your property, your body parts, your mind, you sell your soul for a wish to the street peddlers, and then you fuck away what little is left of you. 

Read more here writingupmyserotonin.wordpress.com

I’m Rain, and I’m a writer. Aspiring, so far, but hoping to remove that part in the near future! I am currently working on a fantasy novel with a YA and urban touch. All my stories in one way or another take place in a world called Hurst that I’ve built from the ground up through the years, and that I arguably spend way too much time in.

Christiane Schmidtmer posing

I was not aware of this blond bombshell but she is truly gorgeous.

Via 24femmespersecond.wordpress.com

CHRISTIANE SCHMIDTMER was born at Heiligabend 1939 – as Christel Schmidtmer – in Mannheim. Her father Jakob Schmidtmer disappeared in the Second World War in Russia. From the war-tormented Mannheim moved her mother Gertrude her renewed marriage the family settled down in Heidelberg. In 1959 she began a two-year apprentice training in Munich. Amongst others, she starred in Marc Camoletti’s play “Boeing Boeing”. She became internationally known for the first time with the refugee drama “Delays in Marienborn”. The film also appeared in the US in the US and attracted both Hollywood and Max Factor Cosmetics to the young German actress. At the New York World’s Fair in 1964 she was presented as an exclusive cover model of the cosmetics company. She played in the Oscar-winning film “The Fool’s Ship” on the side of big world stars and returned to the role of the sexy Lufthansa stewardess in the film version of “Boeing Boeing” with Tony Curtis and Jerry Lewis. Hollywood critics described it as the “most exciting German import since Marlene Dietrich” and it advanced to the stereotypical, German “Fräuleinwunder” in the USA. In 1966 she came to playmate honors in the US edition of the Playboy – the pictures were very erotic, but not as free as those of other models. Her Hollywood career had already passed her zenith, but she remained in the film business until the early 1980s, increasingly in smaller roles of big Hollywood productions, as a guest star in various US series, and also as a cult movie queen in some B-movie productions. After publishing her autobiography in 1981, Christiane Schmidtmer retired almost completely into private life. She lived alternately in Los Angeles and Heidelberg. She died there on March 13, 2003, at the age of only 63 years.

Cthulhu 

Am just finishing off H.P Lovecraft books one by one and man I so love his eerie imagination. 

FWD: Debbie Reynolds

Via https://24femmespersecond.wordpress.com/2017/01/03/debbie-reynolds-under-a-dock and https://24femmespersecond.wordpress.com/2017/01/03/debbie-reynolds-posing/

Debbie Reynolds (1932 – 2016) played opposite Gene Kelly in the blockbuster musical Singin’ In The Rain (1952) at age 19, career and personal life stalled after winning an Oscar nomination (The Unsinkable Molly Brown) and losing her husband (Eddie Fisher) in 1964. From then on, Las Vegas stage shows, divorce, alcohol and B-Grade movies and TV.

Debbie Reynolds: born Mary Frances Reynolds, 1st April 1932, died 28 December 2016, signed to Warner Brothers at 16, first leading role at 19 in MGM’s Singin’ In The Rain (1952), pictured here in How The West Was Won (1962).

Via https://24femmespersecond.wordpress.com/2017/01/03/debbie-reynolds-on-a-piano/

Summer Spiro

Via gornoblonde.wordpress.com

Haven’t seen the show but might do now.


The delectable Summer Spiro sizzles as the femme fatale Jessica in “If Looks To Kill” as her dark past threatens policewoman Faith (Stefanie Estes) who is troubled by Summer’s liaison with her ex boyfriend.

– Shades of Marilyn Monroe and L.A. Confidential’s Kim Basinger is evident in Summer’s portrayal of the icy blonde with a lust for killing and who herself evokes an entrancing appetence in those around her.

Assassin – cool artwork 

The mist

I love horror movies but might have made a mistake yesterday. I watched The Mist and woke up this morning to.. yeah guess what.. mist… oki normal morning sometimes but the entire day? Oh fuck that, I’m not stepping out. So happy I got a day off.. 😆

My view at 2 o’clock

And btw if you haven’t seen the movie, watch it or read the book. Both great in their own way.

Red Sonja – art

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