#Dubbing Glamour Festival

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Spettri di Clint. L'america del mito nell'opera di Eastwood.

Clint Eastwood è stato celebrato dalla critica solo nel passaggio del secolo. Fenomenale davanti alla macchina da presa, nei panni del regista ha saputo misurarsi coraggiosamente con i grandi drammi della storia, senza aderire a estetiche alla moda. Il s

Mariuccia Ciotta e Roberto Silvestri dialogano con Franco Porcarelli Messo all’indice per la violenza del suo personaggio nella serie dell’ispettore Callaghan, Clint Eastwood è stato celebrato dalla critica solo nel passaggio del secolo. Fenomenale davanti alla macchina da presa, nei panni del regista ha saputo misurarsi coraggiosamente con i grandi drammi della storia, senza aderire a estetiche…

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ೀ⋆OCT 3RD MEAN GIRLS ━━ katsuki bakugou + free use !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. katsuki bakugou + free use. on october third, he asked you what day it was. btw, in girl world, halloween is the only time of the year when katsuki bakugou can slut girls out and no one can say anything about it. boo, you whore! (4.9K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, free use, dub-con, cum-play, voyeurism, humiliation, manipulation, dacryphilia, no prep, public sex(ish), unprotected sex, suprise guest appearance from shouto as aaron samuels, fem!reader, reigina george coded!bakugou.

୨୧ — director’s note. "it's october third." and you know what that means! another nasty kinktober fic for you all! i hope you enjoy this one, its probably my favourite...because uh hello!? reigina george and bakugou? name a more iconic duo! anyways enjoy mwah! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

halloween is the only time of the year where anyone can dress like a slut and not get called one for it. 

in the world of the conventionally attractive (or the plastics), the kings and queens of the social jungle, it means ditching the guts and gore in favour of skin tight lingerie with a little fake blood that drips calculatedly through the valley between your breasts — just for a little bit of added attention. it’s the one night of the year where self-objectification becomes acceptable, and you by all means, were not planning on missing out.

for you, a well spent Halloween consisted of tooth rotting candy corn, bad movies and trying to avoid the feeling of fomo (fear of missing out, fyi) building up like fluid in the lungs of a sick person. you’ve been an a-grade loser all your life and you’ve never had the chance to experience a proper friend group, high school, (and now) college experience. 

however this year would be different. this year you would be ditching loser-ville for boobs and bunny ears and the shortest dress you could find. because you finally had a friendship group who did these kinds of things and you had an invite to the biggest festive rager hosted by the hottest guy on campus — shouto todoroki. 

the rest of your friend group, the college renowned plastics, had warned you not to get involved with the half and half campus jock. he already had relations to your beloved ring leader, katsuki bakugou, and your involvement would be breaking several laws of girl and guy code — according to dumb blonde kaminari (he swears he has ESPN or something). katsuki was the head of U.A. university, ruling over the entire student body with an iron fist, an attitude so mean you’re sure you’ve seen professors cry and a glare so sinister he could turn milk sour if he tried hard enough. 

bakugou was the definition of the picture perfect guy and he knew it. it was almost as if his face had been ripped straight from a vogue magazine, his shoulders broad, waist slutty and tiny, abs to die for too — you’d be a liar to say you hadn’t thought about him a few times before bed. katsuki was a king bee (if bees could even have kings) and you were a nobody lucky enough to have been indoctrinated into his group of flawless friends — taken under the guidance of his wing. 

your own friends had told you not to fall for the glitz and the glamour that seemed to follow the barbie blonde everywhere he went. but you couldn’t help it, you were enamoured by everything that katsuki did — turned a blind eye to his bitchy persona and twisted mindset. you hardly believed the rumours about him, blissfully ignoring the truth behind the gossip because katsuki was nice to you. just the other night he had been kind enough to offer his help in setting you up with shouto. even if kirishima had tattle told on you.

regardless, katsuki had your back — you knew that. he was even talking to shouto right now, admist the full swing of the halloween party. how could anyone ever hate bakugou? he was so kind, so considerate, treating you like family from the moment you got here. you see shouto look your way fondly as they chatter about you, his lips curling perfectly around your name while he sends you a wave that makes you feel like the only girl in the world. 

“she likes you, yanno.” the shorter blonde purrs, the corner of his perfectly plump lips twitching up into a knowing grin. he says your name, glowering at the way his ex perks up at the mention. 

shouto blinks slow, mismatched eyes filling with affection the longer he looks at you awkwardly swaying to music you’ve never heard before. “yeah? she does?” 

“it’s adorable, really. she writes your fuckin’ name in the corner of her notes with little hearts. even has the name of your future brats written in a cute little list.” the lie slips from bakugou easily, as if manipulating people is second nature to him.

“don’t bother with that, katsuki.” 

when todoroki’s gaze on you lingers for too long, he kicks it up a notch pressing the head of his body into his ex’s side. “listen, half ‘n half,” with his eyes dark and sensual, the blonde allows his voice to slip into deeper, more mocking tones — playing up this innocent act. one that shouto falls for every time. “i know that she can be a little fuckin’ weird but, she’s my friend…so be nice, yeah?”

men are such fickle creatures — for all it takes is a pair of sweltering, red puppy dog eyes to drag the jock under his spell. shouto nods slowly, his own topaz and granite eyes glossing over with some form of obedience, a loyalty to bakugou that no one else would understand. “yeah, alright.” 

“good,” bakugou purrs, the sound causing his brain to short circuit. “such’a good friend, half ‘n half.” the tail end of his words are replaced by the sloppy sound effect of his lips on shouto’s, tongues beginning to clash and hands possessively gripping waists. 

your rose-tinted window shatters at the sight. 

background conversation falls away as your friend and your crush begin to make out right in front of your fucking eyes. “you know who’s  looking fine tonight, neito monoma.” kaminari squeals, shimmying in his little mouse costume. 

“denki, that’s your cousin.” kirishima frowns. 

the blonde shrugs. “yeah! but he’s my first cousin…that’s not right is it,” 

you don’t have time to dwell on their chit chat — you feel like someone has thrown your entire body  out of whack. you feel like you’re drowning as the realisation hits, katsuki bakugou doesn’t give a shit about you or your feelings. storming away from the scene, you make for the nearest bedroom, hurt and confusion swirling around in the tightness of your chest.

“what are you doin’ in here sweetness? ‘minari and kirishima have been looking everywhere for ya.”

you’re still crying like a sore loser when the king of the plastics finds you hauled up in one of shouto’s many rooms. and you hate that it’s katsuki who’s come to comfort you, sitting beside you on the queen sized bed as his hand slips over your bare thigh.  

but you shrug him off, barely keeping your cool. after all, you’re still mad at him for making out with your crush. “don’t touch me, katsuki.” you snarl, doing your best to sound menacing. “i saw what you did. how could you? i thought we were friends?”

he clicks his tongue, ruby red eyes rolling as if he gives a fuck. “oh, you mean that thing with icyhot?” you don’t understand how the blonde can be so nonchalant, tossing around the situation as if it weighs nothing — costing not an ounce of your feelings. “he came onto me, sweetness. i’d never do somethin’ like that to you.” 

denying katsuki bakugou is never an easy feat, he’s a man that knows where his strengths lie. in the deep timber of his rumbling voice and those eyes, with the blood lust curled around each of his pupils. katsuki is a well trained hunter, and on this occasion, you are his prey. a large hand smooths over the meaty swell of your trembling thigh, pushing the likely pair wide open for him to make room between them. “i’m a good friend, r’member?”

his hands roam your blistering hot body, gripping and grabbing at your flesh from over your costume — it feels good, you feel wanted and melt like a lump of butter in a pan at every cascading touch of his. 

you’d be smart to come to your senses, before you’re snapped up in the unrelenting jaws of a hunter. but you’re entranced by those insanely red eyes, the perfect slant to his lips and all-knowing smile — it’d be useless to escape when you’ve fallen this deep. “you’re not…” your bottom lip wobbles, the achy feeling in your chest now submissive to the liquid lust katsuki has spent months conditioning you to feel. “you’re a bad friend.” 

“d’aw…you don’t think i am?” dropping his tone into a sultry coo, bakugou leans in real close and you instinctively follow the tilt of his head. he looms over you, just enough so that you can see the smear of pink eyeshadow across his eyelids, the plasticky glisten of lip gloss masking the true colour of his plump lips, along with the spark of lust swirling through the brown flecks in his eyes.

you shake your head no. “no, you’re not.” big mistake. 

the of temperature of the room rises just from his proximity and you find yourself willing to let the king of the plastics swallow you whole. “i don’t think i like the way yer talkin’ to me, sweets.” he growls darkly and in warning. “i should make you apologise for bein’ so fuckin’ mean.” 

his breath is warm and wet against your cheek, grip rough on your waist and you can’t help but think how mean he is to you. katsuki gaslights you like it’s second nature or another one of his five senses, manipulates you with ease, putting himself on you when you know you can’t say no. because without him you would have been in social suicide, you wouldn’t have any friends, you wouldn’t have had the college experience. you would have just been ordinary.

“gimme a kiss, gorgeous.” the blonde bites down on your lower tip, tugging it away from you because he misses the metallic taste of golden blood on you — the taste of blossoming obedience in your bloodstream. 

you push back, but it’s no use — bakugou’s closing the gap before your brain can even catch up, fizzing like candied pop rocks while you sink further into debauchery. 

“c’mon…” he forces his tongue past the seams of your lips, bursting through with only the darkest of intentions. you briefly seize up, because your body knows this isn’t what you want, at least not 100%.  but katsuki knows how to work stubborn, prude little things like you — squeezing down on your waist heartily as he leads you into a stupid-drunk kiss. “that’s it, there we go…good fuckin’ girl.”

the world tilts on its axis and you grow lightheaded at the blonde’s praise — you should be mad at him for kissing your crush but at the same time, you’ve never wanted someone so bad. mewling against his watermelon and alcohol flavoured lips is like sealing your fate, giving up little pieces of yourself just to appease your ring leader.

“katsuki, i don’t—“ 

his thumb digs into your cheeks, preventing you from pulling away — not that you’d want to. wet sounds from your kisses vibrate through you and cause a twinge in the heartbeat between your thighs. “i wasn’t askin’, i was tellin’.” he grunts into your drooling mouth, wide open to echo your sweet and pliant voice. it’s with those words that you remember your place, being a plastic requires sacrifices — for you to give up pieces of yourself in order to stay by katsuki’s side. 

including letting him use your mind, body and soul freely. 

“so fuckin’ pretty when you’re obedient for me,” he’s snarls, hot under the collar and eager to steal more from you. he grins at how your eyes roll back just from a couple of half-hearted words. leaning back, katsuki shrugs off his shirt, revealing his  perfectly carved hips and washboard abs, golden skin that only the gods could have blessed him with. the sight of him is enough to make your quivering cunt deep juices into the crotch of your panties. “let’s get back at sho, huh? for playin’ us both.” 

the lines of morality and dissoluteness are often blurred when you’re with him — you become a vessel for his pleasure and you don’t even think to mind. somewhere amidst the messy, sensual lip locks bated breaths, katsuki has managed to get you onto your back and tear through your skimpy little halloween costume to suck his claim into your neck. painting you with deep mauve and midnight blue hues. his eyes dilate, roaring obsidian black taking over his mean, rage filled red eyes in a way that lets you know how bad he wants to fuck you. 

it’s when the sharp edges of his canines graze your pulse point that you remember just how much of a wild jungle college is. you remember that katsuki has the ability to make your life a living hell, the power to take a bite and rip your throat out at any second. in this world, you are nothing but a meek gazelle and katsuki bakugou the lion ready for a feast. 

irrespective of how much the very fact may frighten you, you ignore bakugou’s talons as they sink into your chest and leave indented crescent moons on against each breast. he rips apart the costume you worked so hard on and pushes your hands away from your body when you attempt to cover yourself up. so, from that moment, you let lust slither over your brain so you can arch yourself into him for more pleasure, and remind yourself that even if you're being used — it feels good. katsuki feels good. 

you like that he’s a little mean, a mean girl. all teeth and tongue and biting when he licks into you and breaks the strings of honey saliva that tie your tongue to the roof of your mouth. you love how he roughly grabs you by the meat at your hips and tugs you up to meet the grind of his cock against your underwear. you adore how he pulls the very fabric apart like they’re nothing, rolling you onto your stomach and positioning your hips in a way that makes your back arch.

you don’t even realised that bakugou has kicked off the lower part of his costume until you feel the heat of his firm thighs against the backs of your own and the sticky tap of his flushed cockhead on your ass cheeks — smearing white globs of precum over your hot skin. the blonde groans at the visible twitch of your cunt, the way it glistens and spews lightly for him. 

“oh sweetheart,” he laughs through the coagulated feeling of prurience in his throat. “so fuckin’ wet for me, hah?” he manages, spreading your ass cheeks apart hungrily, a curious finger running through your slick folds and dragging your wetness over your pulsating clit. “s’kinda embarrassing. barely even touched you.” 

the situation is embarrassing, humiliating almost and a fresh set of tears burn at your waterline — mascaras already tracking down your cheeks. you don’t fight bakugou as a muscled arm snakes it’s way around your waist and pulls you onto him until your sex is flush against bakugou’s thick cock — your hearts beating in sync, heavy breathing in tune. his dripping dick slips and slides a through your quivering pussy lips, grinding against the pulse in your clit before easing the mushroomed tip through the tight ring at your entrance. 

“f-fuck!” you squeak, a little out of turn. fuckdolls don’t talk. katsuki is quick to growl and remind you, collapsing his entire weight into your body while you take him with ease. no prep required whatsoever. there’s a delicious burn as his girth stretches you wide open and he fucks you with just the tip — a pleasing buzz layering itself over your logical thoughts. the ones that tell you this isn’t right. the ones that tell you that you’re more than just a plastic play thing. 

bakugou squeezes your hips harshly when you push back onto him, desperate to be fed more of his cock. “keep fuckin’ still, alright?” the king of the plastics rasps, taunting you as he thrusts all the way into your tight heat with no warning. you ooze at the sudden stimulation, basking in the weight of his dick against the insides of your crying cunt and fluttering walls. “sho’s gonna love this, maybe he’ll really want you then.” he continues to purr, jamming a thumb past your swollen lips to press down on your tongue. his other hand grasps at his phone once lost in the sheets, talking a picture of your teary face while you suck on his digit to soothe yourself. 

like a baby sucking on a pacifier as it cries.

sending the photo to shouto, bakugou takes a few more selfies of you like this. his favourite is the one of your face squished between his large fingers, covered in salty tears and sticky drool. “don’t cry sweets. ‘m gonna fix this, help you get together. what are friends for?” 

his voice is soft, nose nudging against your cheek in a reassuring manner. 

but it’s all too good to be true.

briefly, there’s a second where everything is calm, where the blonde lets you relax around him between gentle juts of his hips forward and affectionate kisses peppered against your skin. you should have realised that katsuki’s pleasure is always above your own. because he suddenly finds the motivation to pull out of your snug, sensual heat to pound into you properly, dragging is seedy cock along all of the spots along your ribbed walls that make you see stars. 

you feel like a pocket pussy, only one that comes with crybaby wails and pitiful hiccuped noises. it’s all music to katsuki’s ears, blending seamlessly with the intense base from the party’s music and thump of the headboard smashing against the wall all from the sheer force of his thrusts into you. it’s easy to forget how humiliatingly loud you’re being, you can’t find yourself to be worried about someone catching you either. even if the door is wide open. 

why not? because katsuki claims you willingly, over and over again with each brutish brush of his leaky cockhead against your g-spot. “s-suki! please.” you slur around his fingers that fuck your drooling mouth in perfect rhythm with his dick that plunged in and out of your puckered, creamy hole.  

“yeah, yeah. i gotcha. give into me, sweetness.” 

where he had been keeping you pinned against the sex-soaked cheeks — bakugou pulls  his sweaty chest away from your back and adjusts the roll of his hips, letting them crash into you like waves on a shoreline. to support his body weight above you, his toned arms cage you in, head tilted to the side to watch you sniffle on his dick, red rimming your watery eyeline. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cry, sweetheart.” he moans condescendingly against the shell of your ear, painting a chaste kiss against your wet cheek. “what a pretty fuckin’ girl, suckin’ me in… takin’ my cock. oh fuck.” 

if you could see him, will yourself from the pillows you take purchase in and use to muffle your salacious screams — you would notice how an evil smirk as spread across the blonde’s lips while he ravages you, fucks you beyond the stars and back. “you my pretty girl, yeah? fuckin’ sweet thing.” the praise has you spiralling and simultaneously soothes the burning hatred you have for katsuki in your chest. “why you cryin’ so much? is it over him, or over me?”

the answer to his question slips out of you faster than your sex-crazed brain can catch up. “o-over you!” it’s like you can’t even think for yourself, make any choices for your body outside of what bakugou has planned for you. you’d do anything to please him so that he keeps fucking you, so that you can forget your feelings and keep your place amongst the socially elite. maybe that makes you selfish, maybe it makes you dumb — that you’re a whore for katsuki’s bully cock that churns up your guts and uses you for ecstasy filled relief. 

“y-yeah? mmhm, just like that baby,” katsuki stutters, licking his lips while you throw it back on him. the weak snap of his voice (caused by you clenching down on him) has you gushing nastily down bakugou’s length. bathing him in your juices, dripping down his balls as they clap against your ass, and swing against your clit. 

“yeah…yeah…y-you’re my friend, k-katsuki! didn’t wanna lose you…”

satisfied with your response and feeling a little mean once more, the king of the plastics brings a heavy hand down against your ass before gripping it tight, forcing you back and forth on his creamed dick. you hiss at the newfound pain blooming underneath your skin, blinking back more tears. 

“that’s right sweets, you’ll let me do anythin’ to keep me right? stay bein’ friends.” bakugou barks salaciously into your shoulder blade. greed and power and control sparks between your bodies that move in sync with one another, your hips shakily attempting to catch up with his rough pace.

you gasp when he hits a spot that’s got you howling at the moon. “y-yes, god, yes!”

“even let me fuck your crush? let me fuck you in front’a him?” 

all you can do is nod and gargle in response, passionately sucking on his fingers. “get ‘em nice and wet for me. wanna play with you, gorgeous.” he nips at your skin, leaving the imprint of his canines against you before his red eyes laser focus on where your bodies continually meet. “lift your hips. atta girl.” 

a heinous squeal escapes you, borderline pornographic as katsuki fumbles between your body and shouto’s high thread count sheets. his sticky fingers press into your pleasure nub in tight, calculated circles and he rewards the sound of your choked moans with another barrage of love bites to your neck. ones that you won’t be able to cover up. ones that show how much you’ve been used. 

you wonder if his appetite for your dedication will ever be satisfied. even though your pussy works it’s way back onto him and swallows his cock down like fucking magic — bakugou still wants more of you. he grins sinisterly at the bruises that form just under your skin, that make you hiss when he licks over them and spills his curse words over against that sensitive spot underneath your ear. the sensitivity makes you yelp loudly, despite the people that walk by. 

including none other than shouto todoroki. 

“you’d even let him watch as i creamed your cute cunt, wouldn’t ya? so pathetic. it’s adorable, sweetness.” the blonde goads, pulling back so that he can get a better view of your ass bouncing against his slender hips. spreading you apart with large hands, he drools down onto his cock and your asshole, spitting onto the point at which his shaft slips inside of you — watching the white froth mix in with your viscous nectar and disappear into the creaminess of your tight hole. 

your crush audibly gasps as he enters the room — mismatched eyes drinking in the view of you being absolutely wrecked from behind by his ex. shouto can’t help but admire your puffy face and equally puffy folds while he settles on the bed next to katsuki. he has no idea how his feet even carried him there. 

“bakugou what are you—?” 

the tail end of shouto’s words slip away when you clench down hard on bakugou, his head falling onto the latter’s shoulder while you share shaky moans. “oh my god,” katsuki pants, pulsing against your silken walls and driving his dick upwards into your sweltering mound. “you’re fuckin’ obsessed with me. with him. you just won’t let this dick go, will ya?” 

admitting that you like shouto watching you get fucked by bakugou would be just as embarrassing as admitting your crush on him. it doesn’t matter if you’re crying too hard to confess the matter with words, both of them know it. they can tell by the way your pussy spasms around katsuki’s bulbous cockhead as it bullies it’s way into you with every thrust.  “see icyhot, told ya she was a weirdo,” He chuckles down at you menacingly. “letting me be the one t’stretch her pussy open even though you’re the one that she wants. s’so embarrassing.” 

todoroki let’s out a noncommittal grunt, equally amused by the situation like his ex. “yeah… so weird…”

he reaches around to grab at the fat of your waist and tugs you back onto katsuki so that his dick never leaves you. so that your clit is smooshed up against perfect abs, that contract with every thrust and overstimulate you. 

maybe it’s not such a bad thing to be used by the king of the plastics, if it means shouto gets to touch you too. 

“i think she’s about to cum, katsuki.” the two-toned haired jock states as if it’s obvious, his voice husky and low as the scent of sex trickles into the air. “you’re gonna make her cum, baby.” 

“can fuckin’ feel it, she’s ‘boutta make a mess of me.” they share a lustful look behind you, that leads to them sharing sloppy, uncoordinated  kisses as if you’re not even there. truly treating you like a sex toy to be used whenever, wherever. 

the sounds of their kisses ring in your ears, cause heat to burn at your cheeks and shame to settle in your chest once again. but this time, you don’t fucking care — not when you’re close to cumming, not when both of the people you adore in your life are using little old you. 

forcing you back and forth over katsuki’s dick even faster, shouto finds it in himself to address you, moaning out your name. “a-are you close?” he simpers, tongue rolling over his ex’s.

“i— i am. p-please. let me cum. lemme cum. lemme c-cum—!” you chant as if it’s the gospel, voice tapering off into a set of whistle tone simpers as you finally hit your high. black spots dot your vision, katsuki using a last burst of energy to canter into you, slamming against your g-spot over and over again. the dam breaks before your brain can register it, release trickling out of your fluttering hole like a flash flood after a vicious storm. it soaks his soft tuft of blonde pubes and soils the sheets below, your body wracked with shakes and aftershocks. 

katsuki's cock against your cervix being the epicentre. 

the two men behind you share a sick little laugh when you collapse into the sheets face first, both of them leaning down to kiss either of your cheeks soothingly. 

“so fuckin’ cute ‘n loyal,” bakugou coos in a twisted tone, pulling out of you to jerk himself off over your quivering body. 

shouto smiles and rubs soothing circles in the small of your back in an attempt to calm you down — taking pleasure in your tiny sniffles and hiccups while you come down from your high. 

“your turn, bakugou.” he purrs slightly, using his arm to prop himself up on the bed for a perfect view of you both.  

“mmfuck, shit ‘m so close.” colourful curses spew from between bakugou’s perfect, cherry bitten lips just as he hits his peak. slick sounds accompany the movements of his rough palm up and down his length, coaxing himself towards orgasm. he cums with a shout, a feral growl tearing his chest in two with how loud it is. all while ropes of his blistering hot and white cum land on your ass, pussy and back. 

he collapses next to shouto after that. 

you feel a finger drag through the hot mess on your back and turn around just in time to watch bakugou feed a scoop of his cum to your crush. todoroki sucking his fingers happily. “go get her a towel, icyhot.” he demands, and like a slave to the crown, todoroki follows — disappearing from the room in search for a rag to clean you up with. surprisingly, the blonde helps you to sit up, taking you into his chest so you can snuggle against it. “don’t cry sweetness, s’okay. i forgive you for thinkin’ i was a bad friend.” 

tilting your chin up, you’re rewarded with a firm chaste kiss — swallowing katsuki’s moans as he tastes the saltine tears in your lips. “you’ll never do it again, right?” 

“r-right…” you reply meekly, flinching at the blonde who boops your nose almost affectionately. 

he busies himself with fixing your costume until shouto returns with a wet rag to wipe the cum from between your thighs and the rest of you. you try not to let it get to you when they share another passionate kiss, sucking on each other’s tongues and mussing up each other’s hair until they’re all rosy cheeked and short of breath. 

you would be a fool to think that you ever stood a chance with shouto todoroki after tonight. 

much like you, he’s just another piece in katsuki’s game of chess. he’ll never escape the toxic cycle of their relationship when things keep going like this. 

“you look sexy with your hair pushed back, icyhot.” katsuki says to shouto once they come up for air, ruffling his silky locks out of place. his ruby, crazed, gaze slinks over to you next, a coy smirk playing at his lips. “sweetness, tell him, icyhot he looks sexy with his hair pushed back.” 

katsuki bakugou is terrible. evil. conniving. but he’s all you’ve got, even if he is a mean girl. 

“shouto…you look sexy with your hair pushed back.”

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[archduchessofnowhere]

How many ladies-in-waiting did Empress Elisabeth have during her tenure as empress/queen?

Hi! I’m really glad I got this ask because lately I’ve been really interested in the people “behind the scenes” of Elisabeth’s life. But before answering this, we need to add some context and terminology, because “lady-in-waiting” is actually a very vague term.

First of all, who could access court?

The Habsburg court was extremely conservative on who could access it. While the courts of France or Prussia allowed the access of the rich bourgeoisie, to enter the Viennese court you needed to have an impecable noble background:

This small group of old nobility made up “court society”. They were the elite who passed all the tests of “ancestral lineage examination” with flying colours, who were permitted unlimited entry to court based on the pristine purity of their ancestral background. This exclusive group did not need to shine through achievement, it already possessed the requisite glamour from their heritage as princes, counts or barons. Whoever could prove eight maternal and paternal ancestors stemming from a noble line of flawless credentials and whose own ancestors had not broken this longstanding chain through marriages with partners beneath their standing could legitimately lay claim to the seal of approval generally dubbed ‘admissable at court’ (hoffähig). (Winkelhofer, 2012)

The women that were allowed to “wait” on the empress belonged to this exclusive group of nobles made up of about 400 families in the empire. “Rebel/low class woman infiltrates in court and becomes Elisabeth’s lady-in-waiting” is a trope that appeared in both RTL Sisi and Netflix Die Kaiserin, but that would’ve been simply impossible. There was a department in charge of checking everyone’s backgrounds, investigating every paper register and historical family tree. You either had the proper ancestry, or you weren’t allowed entrance.

So what was exactly the role of a “lady-in-waiting” at the Habsburg court?

There were two types of what we usually call “lady-in-waiting”: hofdamen (court ladies) and palastdamen (palaces ladies). Palastdamen were the aforementioned women who had access to court due to their noble status. Having access to court didn’t meant, however, that you just popped up at balls whenever you wanted. Even if you had an illustrious family tree you still needed to obtain official court recognition in order to be able to obtain a place at official occasions (for women, according to Winkelhofer, this was receiving the Order of the Starry Cross). Also Franz Josef was very strict on the nobility, and he demanded that nobles attended regularly at court to fulfill their duties; if someone didn’t appear in a long time they had to answer an inquiry as to why they had been absent, and the emperor could go as far as revoking their right to appear.

The compulsory duties of the nobility were, first, to pay their respects to the Emperor on 1st January at the New Year’s Day Reception, and later to attend to the two official balls that took place weeks later: the “Court Ball” and the “ball at court”. The next mandatory appearances were the holy day festivities; the most important event at court was the Corpus Christi procession:

The traditional procession the court at Corpus Christi - fondly dubbed “God’s Court Ball” by the Viennese - was the most significant festive day on the calendar to the imperial family, since this holiday celebrated and demonstrated the longstanding close ties of the dynasty to the Catholic Church. Everyone had to appear at the procession, including those who were not assigned to march in the parade itself, since the emperor viewed this as his foremost representational duty. (Winkelhofer, 2012)

Meanwhile, being a hofdame was a paid job. Unlike palastdamen, who entered court by their status alone, hofdamen had to be personally appointed to the position. Their main job was to keep company of their mistress all the time, which Elisabeth found annoying (“She says herself that it is not unpleasant to her to see us occasionally, but it is odious to her to have us in waiting” [Corti, 1936]). Being a hofdame, however, wasn’t cheap, since they always had to have new gowns for every official occasion, which their salaries usually couldn’t cover, and needed the support of their families (x). Also, a hofdame always had to be single, so when she married she lost the job.

As Empress, Elisabeth had her own household. The Oberhofmeisterin (a title that is usually translated as “Mistress of the Robes”) was in charge of controlling the household, hiring and firing staff, enforced discipline and etiquette, and replaced the empress at official events in case she couldn’t attend. She was the highest-ranking noble women at court, and unlike the aforementioned hofdamen, she could be married. During her 44 years tenure as empress Elisabeth had four Oberhofmeisterin:

Countess Sophie Esterházy (née Princess of Liechtenstein)

Countess Paula Königsegg (née Countess Bellegarde)

Countess Marie Goëss (née Countess Welsersheimb)

Countess Maria Theresia Harrach (née Princess of Thurn und Taxis)

In Elisabeth’s household there was also an special position, created exclusively for one woman: Ida Ferenczy. She is often called a “lady-in-waiting” (even myself on this blog called her that), but this isn’t correct. When Elisabeth was learning Hungarian in 1864, she asked for a lady who could help her practice the language. A list of ladies was created, which included Ida, and she was chosen. However, there was a problem: Ida wasn’t from nobility, but from the gentry, and therefore she couldn’t be made a hofdame. How did she even got on that list without having the right ancestry is a mystery to this day. But Elisabeth liked her and wanted to keep her in her household, so a position for her was created: “vorleserin”, the reader. She became one the empress’ closest confidents and remained in her service until her death.

Now, to finally answer the question: how many ladies-in-waiting Elisabeth had during her 44 years of tenure as empress?

Sadly I can’t give you an exact number. However, we can have an idea of how many and who they were. The Hof- und Staatshandbuch des österreichischen Kaiserthumes (renamed Hof- und Staatshandbuch der Österreichisch-Ungarischen Monarchie after 1873) was the official guide of the Austrian empire, published from 1806 until the fall of the monarchy in 1918. These guides contained, among other things, lists of the complete staff of the imperial family’s households, as well as list of who had access to court. The Austrian National Library has available for free most, although sadly not all, of these guides. And yes, who were Elisabeth’s hofdamen each year is mentioned.

The years missing sadly correspond to Elisabeth’s first years as empress, as well as almost all of 1860s. Since I’m mainly following the official guide, there may be some mistakes; some ladies weren’t in the guide but I found the info about them in biographies (this was the case of Mathilde Windisch-Graetz). Anyway, these were some of Elisabeth’s hofdamen!

Countess Pauline “Paula” Bellegarde (served from 1854 until her marriage in 1857, Oberhofmeisterin from 1862 until 1868)

Countess Caroline Lamberg (served from 1854 until her marriage in 1860)

Countess Josepha Wallis (served since at least 1856 until 1858)

Countess Sophie Coudenhove (served since at least 1856 until ?)

Baroness Ludovica Sturmfeder (served since at least 1856 until 1866/7)

Princess Helene of Thurn und Taxis (served from 1858 until her marriage in 1871)

Countess Louise Bombelles (served from 1860 until ?)

Countess Caroline “Lily” Hunyady (served from 1861 until her marriage in 1871)

Princess Mathilde Windisch-Graetz (served from 1861 until ?)

Countess Mária “Marie” Festetics (served from 1872 until Elisabeth’s death)

Countess Ludovica Hedwig Schaaffgotsche (served since at least 1872 until 1877)

Miss Mary Throckmorton (Valerie’s governess, served from early 1870s until 1874)

Landgravine Therese of Fürstenberg (served from 1877 until 1889)

Countess Sarolta Máilath (served from 1883 until her marriage in 1890)

Countess Janka Mikes (served from 1892 until her marriage in 1896)

Countess Irma Sztáray (served from 1894 until Elisabeth’s death)

Some things about these ladies:

Lily was the niece of Countess Esterházy, the empress’ first Oberhofmeisterin.

Mathilde was a widow; as far as I could find, she was the only widow to ever serve Elisabeth as a hofdame.

Helene was the daughter of Elisabeth’s Oberhofmeister from 1854 until 1857, Prince Friedrich Hannibal of Thurn und Taxis.

Paula and her husband Count Alfred Königsegg were appointed at the same time as Elisabeth’s Oberhofmeisterin and Oberhofmeister respectively. Paula resented the growing Hungarian faction around the empress and openly complained about them, which made her fell from favor. She and her husband were finally dismissed in 1868.

Marie Festetics was first a hofdame of Archduchess Clotilde.

I had literally never heard of Ludovica Hedwig until I went through the guide, and I could find nothing about her outside of it.

Mary Throckmorton was recommended to Elisabeth by her sister Queen Marie of the Two Sicilies; I’m not really sure if she was actually a hofdame since her job was being Valerie’s governess, but she appears as a hofdame in the guide. Go figure.

Therese was first a hofdame of Archduchess Sophie. After she left service (seemly for health issues), all of Elisabeth’s hofdamen were Hungarian.

Sarolta was chosen as a hofdame because she was in a good physical shape that allowed her keep up with Elisabeth’s walking speed.

Irma entered service in 1894 but only appears as a hofdame since 1896. Go figure again.

Sources:

Corti, Egon Conte (1936). Elizabeth, empress of Austria

Das spanische Hofzeremoniell - Hofetikete, on Mythos Kaiserin Elisabeth

Hof- und Staatshandbuch des österreichischen Kaiserthumes (1856-1860, 1866, 1868)

Hof- und Staatshandbuch der Österreichisch-Ungarischen Monarchie (1874, 1876-1898)

Winkelhofer, Martina (2012). The Everyday Life of the Emperor: Francis Joseph and His Imperial Court

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Anant Ambani-Radhika Merchant Pre-Wedding Festivities Set Sail on Luxury Cruise: Inside the Extravagant European Celebration

The highly anticipated pre-wedding celebrations for Anant Ambani, the younger son of India’s richest man Mukesh Ambani, and Radhika Merchant, are finally underway. This exclusive event, dubbed a “gala bash,” is taking place in Europe, with a luxurious cruise ship serving as the centerpiece for the festivities.

A Star-Studded Guest List

The event has attracted a plethora of celebrities and prominent figures, adding to the grandeur of the occasion. Bollywood A-listers like Alia Bhatt, Ranbir Kapoor, Ranveer Singh, and Salman Khan were spotted leaving Mumbai on Monday to join the Ambanis in Europe for the celebrations. Cricket legend MS Dhoni and industrialist Anil Ambani, Mukesh’s younger brother, were also seen departing the country, further amplifying the star power of the guest list.

Orry Sets the Social Media Buzz Ablaze

Social media influencer Orry, also known as Orhan Awatramani, has fueled the online excitement surrounding the pre-wedding festivities. He recently shared a photo from inside the luxurious cruise ship on Monday night, offering a tantalizing glimpse into the opulent setting where the celebrations will unfold. Orry, along with many other invitees, was seen at the Mumbai airport on Sunday, their departures marking the official kick-off of the four-day extravaganza.

A Multi-Location Extravaganza

The celebrations are not confined to the high seas. While the cruise ship serves as the initial and central location, the itinerary promises a whirlwind tour of picturesque European destinations. Following the festivities aboard the ship, guests will be treated to a series of themed parties both on land and at sea.

The itinerary includes stops in Rome, the eternal city, and Cannes, the glamorous French Riviera town known for its prestigious film festival. The celebrations will culminate in the charming Italian town of Portofino, offering a scenic and intimate setting for the final leg of the pre-wedding events.

A Detailed Look at the Schedule

For those following the event closely, here’s a breakdown of the anticipated schedule:

May 29th, Wednesday: The official festivities kick off with a welcome lunch aboard the cruise ship docked in Palermo, Italy. The evening promises to be dazzling with a “Starry Night”-themed party, setting the tone for the celebratory mood.

May 30th, Thursday: Guests are expected to disembark in Rome, the historic capital of Italy, for the day. The night will see a return to the cruise ship for a late-night toga party, adding a touch of playful antiquity to the celebrations.

May 31st, Friday: The Ambani family will host a black-tie event in Cannes, France. This sophisticated soiree promises an evening of elegance and glamour on the French Riviera.

June 1st, Saturday: The festivities conclude in Portofino, Italy, a picturesque coastal town known for its colorful harbor and charming atmosphere. The luxury cruise ship will reach Portofino on this date, marking the final stop on the pre-wedding celebration journey.

A Family Affair

The bride-to-be, Radhika Merchant, and her parents, Viren and Shaila Merchant, were also spotted at Mumbai’s airport on Monday. Their presence highlights the importance of family during this momentous occasion.

More Than Just Luxury: A Celebration of Love

While the extravagant locations, celebrity guests, and luxurious setting undoubtedly grab headlines, the core of this event is the upcoming union of Anant Ambani and Radhika Merchant. These pre-wedding festivities serve as a joyous celebration of their love story and a time for families and close friends to come together in anticipation of the big day.

Social Media Frenzy: A Glimpse into the Opulence

With social media abuzz with anticipation and updates, fans can expect a constant stream of content showcasing the grandeur of the event. From influencers like Orry sharing glimpses of the luxurious cruise ship to potential updates from the Ambani family or guests themselves, social media will undoubtedly play a role in capturing and sharing the excitement of this extravagant pre-wedding celebration.

The Fairytale Wedding Awaits

The pre-wedding festivities offer a taste of the opulence and grandeur that is likely to characterize the upcoming wedding ceremony itself. With details about the wedding venue and specific dates still under wraps, speculation and anticipation continue to grow. One thing is certain: the world awaits a truly fairytale wedding for Anant Ambani and Radhika Merchant.

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Dubai Shopping Festival 2023: Shop, Smile, and Savor the Moments

In December, a plethora of travelers will descend upon Dubai for the world's largest and most spectacular shopping event, dubbed "The Dubai Shopping Festival," or DSF for short. However, a tourist visiting the city of surprises, glamour, and diversity would do more than just shop. There is plenty of things to do during Dubai Shopping Festival that will keep you entertained for sure.

To do Things- A Close Look

The following enjoyable activities are scheduled for the 2023 Dubai Shopping Festival,

Shop until You Drop

The primary draw of DSF is, naturally, it is shopping. During DSF, you may get amazing discounts and bargains on a wide range of things, from fashion up to electronics. The shopping malls in Dubai are known for its premium brands and shopping centers.

Fireworks

Especially during the opening & closing ceremonies, the event frequently boasts breathtaking fireworks displays. These are frequently positioned against the setting of well-known sites like Dubai Creek and the Burj Khalifa. The Dubai shopping festival fireworks are truly a must watch.

Fashion Shows

DSF frequently holds fashion shows where you can see the newest styles and creations from regional and worldwide designers

Food and Dining

DSF frequently offers special specials and discounts at a variety of eateries and food stalls. Dubai is truly a culinary paradise. Now is a terrific time to check out the city's diverse food culture.

Street Performers and Entertainment

Throughout the city during the event, there will be live music, street performers, and other entertainment alternatives. View the schedule for events and performances at various venues.

Global Village

An essential component of DSF is the Global Village. It is a sizable outdoor cultural & entertainment hub that features a variety of international cultures, foods, and goods. It is a terrific spot to eat international food and browse for interesting finds.

Shopping for Gold and Jewelry

Dubai is well-known for its gold & jewelry marketplaces. DSF is the ideal time to purchase jewelry because there are lots of appealing deals and discounts available. So what better way to enjoy budget friendly shopping?

Kids' Activities

At different malls, you can discover family-friendly attractions like games, rides at fun fairs, and interactive experiences if you are traveling with kids.

Miracle Garden

This exquisitely designed garden is well-known for its magnificent flower arrangements. You may see few of the most beautiful flower sculptures and arrangements if you go during DSF.

Heritage and Cultural Events

DSF frequently hosts events that will teach you more about the history and culture of the United Arab Emirates, including exhibitions, traditional performances, and workshops.

Raffles and Gifts

Throughout DSF, a lot of sponsors and retailers host raffles and giveaways. If you are lucky, you might win some amazing gifts. Spa and Wellness Offers: You may want to relax after all the festivities and shopping. During DSF, a lot of spas and wellness facilities have exclusive deals.

Dubai Desert Safari

To appreciate the UAE deserts natural beauty, take a vacation from shopping and go on a desert safari excursion. Activities like camel riding and dune bashing are also available.

Hot Air Balloon Ride

Take advantage of hot air balloon rides to see Dubai from above. This may be a distinctive & exciting means for exploring the city.

Dubai Aquarium & Underwater Zoo

Located within Dubai Mall, the Dubai Aquarium & Underwater Zoo is a fascinating location for animal lovers and people interested in marine life, in addition to being a great place to shop.

Wrapping Up

The Dubai Shopping Festival (DSF) is an all-around event that provides a wealth of entertainment for all ages, including street parades, fireworks, live music, cultural acts, some cheap things to do during DSF, and much more. It is not only about shopping. The aforementioned are some things you should not miss if you are going to be in Dubai for this exciting shopping festival. Discover the ultimate shopping extravaganza at the Dubai Shopping Festival, your passport to a shopping paradise. Shop, dine, and be entertained like never before.

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Dubbing Glamour Festival: Bando per attori, autori e performer

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Recently, in Starbound D&D

The gang has a year to prepare before the local expansionist empire moves on their adoptive hometown

The gang gets really drunk and eats too much and engages in dubious storytelling contests and wacky tarot reading divination hijinks at the annual Midsummer festival 

Every year at the midsummer festival the friendly local Wood Elves show up and show off their blink dogs and tressym (flying cats). Except not this year.

The gang is deeply disappointed. So disappointed that they head into the Deep Dark Woods to find out why the friendly local Wood Elves haven’t brought their good good fluffy babies to visit this year.

The gang runs afoul of classic d&d monsters such as owlbears and ogres

The gang befriends an ogre, whom they dub Frogre (friend ogre), who explains that she has been kept in thrall to some fey potentate calling himself the Winter King and he is keeping her from thinking proper ogre thoughts

Thoughts like ‘wait a minute I don’t wanna work for the winter king I wanna smash him and eat him’

The gang dispels the enchantment upon Frogre and she can once again think proper ogrey thoughts

Despite this, she remains friendly with them and accompanies them to the wood elves. The blink dogs and tressym are all there and react about as one would expect- the dogs are friendly and excitable, the cats are generally standoffish at first but warm to the PCs as they hang out and are chill.

The PCs cast Reduce on Frogre so she can get into the elven tree village safely. She is awestruck by how they all got so big all of a sudden.

The wood elves turn out to have been besieged by monsters and hobgoblins sent by the aforementioned ‘Winter King’ and as such could not risk sending their people off to entertain a bunch of festival goers with teleporting dogs and flying cats

The gang befriends some elves and agrees to go look into this since things are definitely Amiss with this whole winter king business

For one thing Winter has a Queen (as in the Unseelie Queen of Air and Darkness) and no one should be fool enough to challenge that least of all another fae

The gang runs into some hobgoblins. Rather than fight the hobgoblins they sow doubt in their military leaders and move on unharmed.

The warlock gets the party so lost that they blunder into a whole other plane of existence

In this Feywild pocket they encounter the Winter King’s dreaded enforcer/assassin, a Troll wearing a cloak of elvenkind and therefore sneakier than he has any right to be

They kill the troll, talk to some harried pixies who are rushing hither and yon to bring on an unseasonable winter (it is late summer) due to the weather-warping effects of the winter king, then return to the normal world

They agree to go stop the winter king because he’s clearly bad news, and besides, then the elves will owe them a bit, and they could for sure use some elven archers when their adopted hometown is attacked by the local expansionist empire next year

They stop off at a hobgoblin town/military encampment and things are going reasonably well until they realize that the hobgoblins’ highest eschelons of leadership have been enchanted to follow the Winter King

And their leaders are apparently being mind-controlled by immature illithid tadpoles who consume their hindbrains and control their bodies like puppets, while still able to access their thoughts to better pass as normal folks

The PCs try to remove an illithid tadpole from a hobgoblin and it kills him. At least he’s not trapped in a living hell where he’s a passenger in his own body anymore?

The tadpole also dies shortly thereafter with no host to live in.

The PCs skedaddle from the hobgoblin town before they can be discovered since it looks like they just assassinated one of their highest ranking commanders.

The hobgoblins end up catching on an hour or so later and pursue the PCs halfway up the mountain where the Winter King lives

The PCs sneak into the Winter King’s lair via a little-used back tunnel

The Winter King turns out to have gone absolutely fucking insane recently and literally devoured all of his guards in his insatiable hunger

His body, in the normal world where a true fey lord can’t exist without a meat body, is basically an emaciated really tall oni 

They confront him and fight and in the process of the fight it comes out that he himself is controlled (at least partly) by an illithid tadpole that ate his brain and then completed the physical process of cereomorphosis such that his hideous fanged appearance is a glamour obscuring his horrible squidface

He’s an Onillithid

They manage to kill him after a huge battle, dispatching the body and releasing the Winter King’s fey spirit to return to the feywild and enventually re-corporate. 

The winter king had a lot of loot, most of it taken from the elves. The PCs now have a lot of loot, taken from the winter king. 

The PCs travel to the elven refuge of Paroneis, which is kind of like if Rivendell had a much more casual attitude and instead of being run by a grumpy ‘half’-high elf was run by a kindly old (very old, so old she even looks old) wood elven druid

The PCs greatly enjoy the company of said kindly old de-facto elf queen, who fills them all in on some lore and offers some good-natured advice and comfort to those who need it

Some dwarves show up from the nearby dwarven kingdom and ask the elves for help with their own problem- lately there have been weirdly coordinated attacks from below

The PCs smell mind flayer shenanigans and decide to get involved. Especially since said dwarven kingdom is the Paladin’s hometown.

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An Interview with Marsha Hunt

“There’s actually no other way I can introduce this woman than saying that I am going to share the stage with the most exemplary human being I have ever met in my life.” That was how Eddie Muller introduced 100-year-old Marsha Hunt before a screening of one of her favorite movies, NONE SHALL ESCAPE (1944), at the TCM Classic Film Festival in 2018.

The affable centenarian, who made her film debut in 1935 at the age of 17, always appears so composed and amiable during appearances—she truly is one of the most lovely and appreciative people I’ve ever met—but that congeniality belies a life spent working hard and fighting for what’s right. Aside from her illustrious film career (including 1939’s THESE GLAMOUR GIRLS, 1940’s PRIDE AND PREJUDICE and 1948’s RAW DEAL), Ms. Hunt rallied against the unjust witch-hunt that the Blacklist era brought to Hollywood in support of her colleagues and her own career, and she also spent over six decades working for various humanitarian causes across the globe as one of the world’s first celebrity activists.

I’ve had the opportunity to speak to Ms. Hunt a few times over the years, mostly focusing on what she’s called the happiest time of her professional life: her work as a contract player for MGM from 1939-1945. During a conversation with her in 2014, she confirmed her deep appreciation of her time at the legendary studio:

“It was MGM that gave me what I wanted, which was to grow as an actress in every dimension. For that I needed challenge and an enormous range of characters to play instead of the love interest or ‘good girl,’ and at Metro they gave me every type of role to play; no two were alike… I was forever thrilled and grateful to MGM for that. Stardom was not the idea for me nor was it my goal.”

I was fortunate that Ms. Hunt opened up so much about her time on the backlot with me. She shared anecdotes ranging from humorous run-ins with legends (she arrived at the studio around the same time every day as Greta Garbo) to the mundane things that the company took care of (she never had to gas up her car, because MGM always made sure her tank was full) and the surprising people she palled around with most on the lot (to me, at least: it was the musicians).

To learn more about Ms. Hunt’s MGM days, you can read my full 2014 interview with her here. Late last year, I had the chance to follow-up with her about her MGM experience—and ask one question about her sweet friendship with Norman Lloyd.

Kim Luperi: You were dubbed "Hollywood's Youngest Character Actress." What part do you think was the farthest from your personality?

Marsha Hunt: Betty in THESE GLAMOUR GIRLS, my first suicide. A college widow desperate for attention and willing to try anything.

Kim Luperi: Do you recall your most challenging role?

Marsha Hunt: Perhaps aging roles.

Kim Luperi: What was the atmosphere like on the MGM lot during World War II?

Marsha Hunt: You hardly knew there was a war going on except for the missing leading men like Jimmy Stewart and Robert Taylor. We were conscious of the war, and I, at least, spent all my free time on set in my portable dressing room signing pictures. There was an awareness, I think, throughout that what we were making [movies] that would be seen around the world in different conditions. And the hope that what we were making would be a distraction or diversion. Any drama took their minds off their own plight. I learned this from them [G.I.s]—how much movies took them away from the horror of what they were forced to encounter. I learned from them how our movies were the greatest favor we could give them—a pretend world. They told me this on the Saturday nights I worked at the Hollywood Canteen. 

Kim Luperi: Did you like working within the studio system’s confines?

Marsha Hunt: Yes, because there had to be some sense of order. You simply adhered to the way things were.

Kim Luperi: As a contract player, did you have any say over what parts you played?

Marsha Hunt: Never!

Kim Luperi: Were there roles you campaigned for or were particularly excited to be assigned?

Marsha Hunt: Rarely. You had no access. You couldn’t sneak a peek at a role. I was off-beat because I was a character actress.

Kim Luperi: How active was MGM in promoting you along with your movies?

Marsha Hunt: Emily Torchia was the woman assigned to me. She got me a lot of interviews. I was photographed a great deal for publicity because I had been a model and was comfortable with being photographed. The foreign press was interested in us and the French were assigned to me because I spoke some French.

Kim Luperi: Did they send you to premieres or have you make appearances?

Marsha Hunt: I went to a few premieres with Van Johnson.

Kim Luperi: As someone interested in fashion, do you recall any of your MGM films that had particularly memorable costumes?

Marsha Hunt: Probably PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. Irene loved to dress me. I had a good clothes figure.

Kim Luperi: I saw photos of you with Norman Lloyd at the TCM Classic Film Festival last year. Have you been friends since you worked together in A Letter for Evie?

Marsha Hunt: We didn’t see each other for some time and then he directed me in a few plays. Years later we came across one another socially through mutual friends and there was a great connection.

Catch Marsha Hunt in three of her MGM pictures this month: CRY ‘HAVOC’ (1944) on June 20th, UNHOLY PARTNERS (1941) on June 29th and PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (1940) on June 30th. She also co-stars in SMASH-UP, THE STORY OF A WOMAN (1947) on June 30th.

Special thanks to Roger Memos and Elizabeth Lauritsen for their help securing this interview.

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Fan Festival Paris Opening Ceremony SHOTGUN INFO.

- Shadowbringers Expansion will be released on July 2nd, 2019. Early access is June 28th 2019. Pre-orders begin February 6th.

- Gunblade class is called Gunbreaker, a new Tank Class. - Trailer now features our favorite Elezen scion boy with the tat on his face (Urianger) and a young(?) Minfilia. - Multiple new jobs are said to be released with the expansion. - The Rak'tika Greatwood is a new location we'll be visiting (with some awesome music to boot). - IL Mheg, The Realm of the Pixies is another new location. VERY MAGICAL PLACE FULL OF MAGIC AND WONDER. - Level cap will be increased to 80 with new skills for all classes, including Hand and Land. - Battle System Maintenance. Revaluation skills to shorten those hotbars and seeing to removing TP. - 9 new dungeons on release of the expansion. - New high-end raid series of course! - Restoration of the Holy See of Ishgard, end-game content for Disciples of Hand and Land with its own story. - NPC Battle-Assist system called "Trust". Thancred (Tank Gunbreaker), Urianger (Healer Astrologian) and Y'shotla (Black Mage). There will also be other NPCs you can use to tackle dungeons with. This seems to be an option to solo dungeon content for Shadowbringer's. Perhaps for story. - New Game+. Will allow players to replay many quests with their current gear. - World Visit system. Allows players to visit other worlds in their servers data center. - New Beast Tribes: The Pixies. Proficient in arcane arts, notorious for their trickery. They speak a unique language dubbed Fae (Hello D&D). - New Primal Titania (the most normal looking primal yet). Primal of the Pixies. - New Alliance Raid will have two special guests creating it. Yosuke Saito (Nier and Dragon Quest x stuff).  Yoko Taro (Nier and Drakengard stuff). Yorha: Dark Apocalypse. Nier people will be excited cuz it straight up looked like Nier characters are in it. - Collectors edition has a bunch of stuff. - Collector's Edition in game stuff include a Wind-Up Fran Minion, Grani Mount, and Squall FF8 Gunblade glamour. - Preorder will get the Baby Gremlin Minion and Aetheryte Earrings. 30% exp bonus to 70. The earrings will scale with what level you are. They will be available before the launch of the xpac so that players can race to 70.

-VIERA CONFIRMED.

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Grazie!!!

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The Week Ahead 7/10-7/16

We’re feeling the heat this week, so let the sweat and the beats drop. Escape the heat with open bar disco parties, an outdoor fest that serves up endless booze, a full moon soirée, and so much more. Summer at its finest...

**THIS WEEKEND** Long Island Summer Festival

Outdoor summer vibes, endless drinks to cool you off, and so many more delicious treats will be served up at the 2022 Long Island Summer Festival. Grab your $19 Ticket that gets you admission, plus 4 Hours To Enjoy 150+ Local, National, & International Beers, Wines & Spirits, plus more surprises in store! Live music, tasty eats, and fun games will give you a break from all the booze, which you'll drink endlessly from a handy souvenir tasting glass you can take home after the festival! You'll discover new brews, vinos, and spirits, meeting the brewery representatives, sommeliers, and master distillers as they refill your glass!

Free Fitness Classes In The Meatpacking District

Join the Meatpacking BID and the Wellth Collective for a fun al fresco fitness series consisting of three free 45-minute classes! Classes will consist of a variety of modalities including yoga, bootcamp, dance cardio, boxing, pilates and more. This week, join 305 Fitness for a non-stop cardio party or opt for a full-body balanced workout with Barre3.

Up To 50% Off Tickets To Seven Sins: A Sultry Cabaret + Burlesque Show

A decadent escape from reality, Seven Sins at Theatre XIV is truly outstanding. Applauded by Forbes, "Company XIV Rules New York City Nightlife Once Again With Seven Sins," serving up a glittering showcase of sensual, mind-blowing performances with a spectacular spin. Dubbed a baroque burlesque, the show centers around a modern retelling of the story of Adam, Eve, and the fall of man. It's garnered a ton of buzz not only for the cast of exceptionally talented and skilled performers, but for the lush design and the luxe feel. In a uniquely beautiful and intimate theatre, you'll watch as imaginative performances take place on the stunning stage - acrobats will fly high, contortionists will bend into mesmerizing shapes, dancers will transfix with their moves, singers are set to entice with their melodies, and so much more...

"Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris" Screening

Join 92Y for a special advance screening of award-winning director, Anthony Fabian’s, Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris — followed by a pre-recorded conversation with its star, Academy Award-nominated actress Lesley Manville, and TheWrap’s Benjamin Lindsay. Based on Paul Gallico’s beloved novel from 1958, the film tells the story of a hard-working London maid who becomes determined to go to Paris and purchase a couture dress from the House of Dior — and ends up changing Dior in the process. See the movie before it hits theaters and hear Manville discuss her role, the making of the film, stories from behind the scenes, and more.

$19 VIP Ticket: 2 Hour Open Bar Studio 54 Summer Fridays Party

Go back in time and experience the great discotheques of the '70s like Studio 54, 2001 Odyssey, and the infamous Copacabana as Casa 51 turns up the heat to a full inferno with their specially curated Studio 54 Summer Fridays series! Let the music of the '70s fill the air at this groovy spectacular that harkens to the heyday of glamour and glitter, with a heavy splash of unlimited drinks, DJ sounds, and vibes aplenty. Snap selfies in Boogie Wonderland, breathe in the fresh air on the outdoor ParaDisco patio, grab your friends & learn the Hustle, drop by the Disco Fever Mirrored Wall for a complimentary far-out photo or video, marvel as the the Studio 54 aerialist glides on the infamous crescent moon, hit the dance floor to the disco rhythms - there's so many more surprises in store!

Full Moon Party

Align your vibe with the surreal spirits in the celestial glow as you bask in the lunar love of this July full moon! Nurture your nature and shine like the star that you are. On this night, you'll connect to the cosmos and radiate in the ritual of timeless dance magic madness. Light the candles, burn the fires, the night is yours!

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Tavola rotonda audiolibro/podcast

Museo Biblioteca dell’Attore: Tavola rotonda audiolibro/podcast Mercoledì 8 settembre 2021, dalle ore 11.00 alle 12.30al Museo Biblioteca dell’Attore, Via del Seminario 10, quarto piano ACTORSPOETRYFESTIVAL 10TH – DUBBING GLAMOUR FESTIVAL 3RD Tavola rotondaOpportunità lavorative nel campo dell’audiolibro/podcast.I Celebrity narrators Alla scoperta dell’equivalente del Premio Oscar per gli…

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Wedding Flowers - What to Consider while we choose the  Wedding Flowers

For the bride there are many wedding flower arrangements that make the perfect choice for Weddings. Flowers have always been the number one choice for wedding bouquets and roses are one of the most popular choices. The Red Rose is the most popular flower used at Weddings and Decorations. The Red Rose symbolizes love and is the main flower used at most weddings.

White roses tend to be the best choice for brides with white dresses. White roses can range from very light shades to dark colors. White roses tend to be very romantic and are great for brides that want a simple yet elegant wedding flower arrangement. In addition, white roses tend to be very versatile and can go with many different color schemes and styles.

Yellow roses are a great choice for weddings or decorations that have a bright and cheery color scheme. Yellow roses tend to look nice when they are mixed with other flowers in the color scheme. For instance, pale yellow tulips could be incorporated with orange flowers to create a fresh and uplifting color scheme. A yellow bouquet will look nice for a summer wedding.

An evergreen tree such as a cherry blossom tree would add a nice touch for a summer wedding. Cherry blossoms are also very versatile and can go with other colors and flowers or they can stand out for their bold color. Many brides choose a white bouquet that is comprised of yellow roses to compliment their wedding color scheme. White flowers will never go out of style. They are timeless and rarely do flowers go out of style.

A traditional wedding flower for a bride is the Rose. Roses have an interesting history and are considered somewhat of a wedding flower despite being a winter plant. Roses represent love, romance, and beauty. The color of a rose has symbolic meaning for most cultures. They have strong roots in European mythology. Most importantly to any bride choosing a flower for her wedding, the color of the flower should tie back to the theme of the wedding and symbolize the bride's personality and character.

Red roses add a festive flair to any wedding. They are very popular around Valentine's Day, and on St. Patrick's Day. Brides who like the romantic feeling of red can choose them to enhance their wedding color scheme. The color of a bride's rose simply says, "I'm a woman who loves to feel the thrill of life and the comfort of home."

Weddings flowers for the garden range from dahlias to daisies to lavender to roses. These flowers will bring a smile to the faces of the lucky brides and the men who stand there waiting for the bride to walk down the aisle. Flowers in a vase will make for a beautiful accent against any type of white or ivory furniture at the wedding venue.

Flower arrangements have played an important role in many wedding ceremonies throughout history. It is up to the bride and groom to find the perfect flower combinations that will make their day truly special. They can also be found online, where many vendors offer to create unique flower arrangements for any wedding theme. Whether the bride chooses pink or blue, or a traditional white bouquet, they can be sure that they will be creating a beautiful ceremony and reception that reflect the individual flare of each flower and the unique way it holds meaning for the bride and groom.

In recent years, flower arrangements have taken on a new look in a new trend being dubbed as "floral glamour". This trend focuses on highlighting the natural beauty of different types of flowers in dramatic ways. It's no longer unusual for brides to choose exotic flowers that have been hand-arranged into flower bouquets that were rich with color. With this new approach, brides are choosing more exotic species of flowers such as orchids, calla lilies and even orchids.

Brides also have the option of using flower gifts for their own wedding. A skilled florist will be able to create a variety of arrangements that are sure to please any bride. Flowers can be delivered to the wedding venue before the ceremony to provide the guests with an extra touch of romance and excitement. Or, they may be mailed directly to the couple. If you prefer not to purchase flowers for your wedding, an online florist will be happy to create beautiful flower gifts that will be sure to impress any guest at your wedding.

When it comes to the topic of flowers, brides will want to consider the type of wedding they are having and the personalities of the bridal party before making any final decisions. Some bride's think that their wedding should be as simple as possible with little emphasis on flower arrangements. On the other hand, other brides have very elaborate flower gardens planned out. The final decision really depends on the type of bride and groom and what they desire for their wedding. Whether you opt for big flower displays or small arrangements, it doesn't matter because the important thing is to make sure that your wedding is perfect and that you are happy! And if you can't be sure, it's always best to take a risk and allow someone else to plan your wedding flower arrangements.

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Top 3 Must-Visit Night clubs in Dubai

Dubai is extraordinary and so is everything in it. The same goes for the nightlife in Dubai which is far from ordinary in many ways. From exotic bars to lively dance floors, the night clubs in Dubai are the guiding stars for everyone looking to enjoy Dubai’s nightlife. If you are a minor reading this article, the doors of the night clubs will be closed if you are under 22 years of age. So, with the minors out of the way, here are our top three picks for the best night clubs in Dubai. 

Muscovites Night Club & Lounge 

Located in the Bur Dubai region, this night club is a must-visit destination for you if you are in Dubai to party the night away. They offer a clubbing experience that you can cherish for numerous years. The management at Muscovites ensures that you enjoy dancing, eating,  and drinking along with all the other clubbing activities in a relaxing environment. One visit to this club will be enough to tell you that it's way more than your average night club in Dubai. Dubbed to be the ultimate party destination of the emirate, Muscovites features a spectacular dancefloor accommodating a charged crowd. It surely takes partying to a whole new level. This night club in Dubai is Russian themed and serves some authentic russian cuisines that you will surely enjoy. If you are a fan of shisha, Muscovites has a range of shisha flavors that will take your partying experience to the next level.

Cirque Le Soir

This lively night club in Dubai is located on the Sheikh Zayed Road and features an extreme circus theme. Now, that's something you gotta see when you visit Dubai isn’t it? It is an interesting mix of freak and glamour which makes it a favourite spot for some people. This is probably why this place is always booming with people every night. Another feather in its hat comes from the themed nights it offers to suit all tastes. The themed nights are special and feature everything from hip-hop to EDM. The performers here are amazing and they make the best out of every night. The dance floor here is always full of merrymaking people and the DJ never stops rocking the party. So if you have had some nice shots of vodka, you will be ready to let it all loose on the dance bar in Dubai. 

Armani/Privé

This one is a prime night club in Dubai that is located in the iconic Burj Khalifa, world’s tallest tower. People coming to this night club should not be scared of heights. It is a typical premier nightclub where the well-dressed people come out to play. So if you have deep pockets you will be more than welcome here. Be it private live performances or nightly performances by residents or international DJs, you can enjoy a taste of everything here. If you are a fan of cocktails, they will offer you the best ones here. 

These were our picks for the top three must visit night clubs in Dubai. Do visit them when you come here to enjoy the New Year festivities. 

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Prologue

A vampire gentleman of some repute in his own corner of the world was napping comfortably in his puffy chair. Where in this world was he? Indeterminate as far as he was concerned, likely somewhere in Europe considering the accents he was surrounded by. He had one of his own but it had been a couple centuries since his homeland was relevant to his own interests. Where in time was he? Also irrelevant, his style was gathered from the local evening markets. There were some pretty frills and puffy sleeves which he found more comfortable than he originally expected. Last he checked it was somewhere in the 1800's but once more, he stopped bothering to keep track. He was of the old blood, one of several dozen bloodlines that dates back a thousand years, perhaps even two. His face contorted into that of a bat when the call of the blood demanded him to feed himself, or perhaps at times when he just felt like it. The world suited him just fine, and some decades ago he had essentially retired to a special cliffside estate. 

A marvel of an estate it was, built inside a mountain that was originally commissioned to have the recent invention that was steam powered locomotives, later to be dubbed as trains, to fly through the mountain in a winding path. This idea was shot down and shelved, but the local vampire hierarchy still scammed the officials out of the funding needed to make such a plan happen and replaced it with their own; a Grand, multilayered hotel of a thing. The eventual structure was borrowed from their fellow vampiric neighbors in Mexico. Now, this particular vampire in question was hired on to deal with the money involved in such a coup, and was just given a room and office as he managed to filter their crimes through the ages, though in this case he had only been employed for a couple of decades. They kept him comfortable due to his importance, as he was dubbed ‘the money man’. As time went on, it became an absolute nexus of vampire kind. A bastion of trade, pleasure, and influence. It would go on to house hundreds within its walls, and the hallways became busier than a festival in New York. Something was wrong, he managed to notice. One of his pets, sheepish and terrified, stammered out an emphasis while pointing at the man’s face. Confused, he reached up and noticed that his glamour spell had faded (he was reaching up in the years, and had to resort to magic to keep his visage applicably young). This was odd, he thought, considering that glamour spells require very little effort and can even maintain beyond sleep. There was also a spot of tinnitus in his ears, something he hadn’t experienced since his turning. Also very odd. He stepped up from his nab and located a nearby mirror. Worthless to him, as his old blood did not allow for a reflection but they still had their uses; that of communication. Indeed, like the fairy tales that even his age are familiar with… mirrors were used as a form of long range contact. He hadn’t bothered learning the art of telepathy, only for a short range across-the-household type of way. He felt the faux-silver lining of the mirror and found that his call went… unanswered. Well, that was irregular. He felt his heart sink, if not beat just a touch, as he heard a frantic shuffling of steps all around him and heightened vocals. It hit him then; The estate had just been mass dispelled. They were under attack.

The sounds and feelings of the attack were like nothing he had heard or felt before. A loud booming, not unlike cannonfire but precise. The foundations shook, and he started hearing the vocals become further frantic yelling. He told his pet to flee and inform others, and she did as he commanded, running off into parts unknown or rather, irrelevant, for this retelling. He ran into the hallways and immediately, the wooden fixtures in the hallways exploded and splintered around behind him. The shards of which, large enough to have impaled and ashed a few of his neighbors. The sight alone shocked him, the mere suddenness of such an explosion. The frantic vocals of the estate had now become outright screaming, and he only took a few steps before the foundations crumbled beneath him, his movement became entirely out of his control and he fell through the floor and landed one floor below, where he managed to regain his composure fairly quickly and delve deeper into the halls. He had recalled the test of naval artillery when it was first being introduced to the French military, but the sounds he was hearing were far too rapid for his understanding. Try as he did, he could not find any proper cannonballs lodged into the walls. The holes were also far too narrow, though certainly large in their own right. 

He yelled out commands and orders, and most of them were related to getting into the undercroft so that all may flee into the relative safety of the inner mountain. He found one of the higher nobles, having retreated to the residential areas to give like minded orders. She recognized this gentleman and quickly approached him. “Do you know what is happening?” “No, no, I was just…” He tried to reply but before they had a chance to blink, a sharp and deafening sound shot through the hall around them. Some form of projectile had just entered her throat, only allowing her a shocked cough before she immediately burned into ash, followed by another explosion that sent her ashed corpse straight into him. It was if some green magic had entered her neck and engulfed her jawline before fading entirely. Madness, he thought, what manner of weapon could kill a vampire so damned quickly? Some kind of chemical, he thought, entered her veins but did not have nearly enough time to act as a poison. She was just shot and then… gone. Her ash had entered his nostrils and lungs at this point, causing some coughing. He tried to regain his composure but the shock of the situation begins setting in while one, overbearing directive enters his mind: Survive.

He fled, through the hallways and towards the stairs. The very floor he stood upon buckled and cracked at various points, causing him to have had to jump across a small gap. He went down a single flight of stairs, and the entire woodworks were crackling. The red and black themed rugs were slipping through said breaks, and he had a moment to look up as others came behind him. The stairs cracked too severely and some fell, but the force of the stairs snapped by and impaled another woman, ashing her immediately. The cries of her followers were seen and heard as they jumped down after this gentleman, and he gave the universal signal to continue onward. He did as well, fleeing through the gothic hallways and trying to make his way towards one of the main lobbies or lounges, the nexus in which the various wings were connected.

He had made it, following the sounds of terrified shrieks but another realization came upon him as a hallway that flanked the direct outside was breached. It was roughly noontime, a point of horror when the cornered roof above them exploded open, leaving the shine of sunlight to unleash its wrath upon several vampiric civilians, killing several instantly in a painful display of fire and seared flesh. Sunlight can be survival for some bloodlines, but some succumb to it within seconds and he was surrounded by very old blood, where the sun holds incredible sway over their lives. He continued on.

He found another hallway to traverse (there were many, after all!) but his advance was blocked by another explosion, trapping dozens. After witnessing another bout of ashing, he found himself in a position of proper investigation. The sunlight was not beaming at the immediate angle that would do him harm, and this allowed him to peer outside to find out what was attacking. He could barely comprehend what he was seeing. A type of ship that was flying on its own, no sails, and had the silver sheen of pure metal. It had mounted guns beneath instead of atop, which he recognized and were horrifically put to use as they let loose upon the crackled hallway where many vampires were trapped by the sheen of sunlight. Most died, but not before he had the abysmal memory of watching limbs fly off from being shot from some kind of enlarged bullet which he had never seen the likes of before. His reflexes and senses allowed him to see the shape of it, but they were still far faster than the rifles he had seen before. 

Horror, madness, murder, was all he could think of. So many of this estate were simple civilians, working for the higher nobles to keep the vampiric hierarchy running. Through the likes of himself and his superiors, they were simply operating to keep the peace with the outside world and to make sure no harm could be done to either side. It was all he could think about, but what could have enticed such a brutal attack. He knew of some of the darker elements that his superiors would get up to, but even then if evidence was mounted then surely justice would have been served? This is nothing but a slaughter, he thought.

He hadn’t the time to dwell on what manner of sorcery or technology that was assaulting them, but that particular route was no longer viable. As he turned back, once again the foundation buckled and cracked, and he was forced once again one floor below. He quickly saw a shattered log fire upon him, and he narrowly avoided the same fate he saw so many others befall. Everything shook at all times, but he was in the position to face the lobby he was seeking, which had access to more points of escape. He ran on through, finally getting what would be at ground level. At least, as ground level as the cliffside allowed, but near one of the several main entrances that at least held the stables and horses. He found a small family, some of which he recognized. There were several, not all related but adopted each other through time and bond. An old blooded vampire matriarch, her face contorted into batlike features not for thirst, but for battle. However, there was no fighting, there was only fear. All their hopes for an escape were quickly annihilated as some of the roofing collapsed in just the way to force sunlight near the front. They could go back, but everything was collapsing around them. They were trapped, and he approached the huddled few to help protect them and give time to think of plans.

Beyond the matriarch, there were two younger men, three women, and two vampiric children, neither could have been older than eight or ten. One of them was fully turned, but the scent of the bloodline was unfamiliar, and the older of them might have been stuck in that youth’s body for some time. They barely spoke at all, as a loud humming engulfed the collapsed nexus. A type of fan perhaps, but far too loud, and the dust of wind and ashes washed over the group as they heard footsteps approach the wreckage of the entrance. Deep, heavy footsteps entered the front door, or what could be considered the remains of a front door. Through the ash that seemed to have been permanently affixed to the air surrounding them all, a pair of glowing red eyes was seen through the veil. They seemed to smoke on their own, a magic he did not recognize without proper study. As the creature approached, he once more could not recognize the technology they wielded. It was a man. Massive, something to the tune of eight feet or so and the broadness to match, that of an incredible warrior. His armor looked like plate or steel, but was layered oddly. It also clicked has he stepped, as well as some lights throughout that were sharp, small, and precise. It was once again like nothing he had ever seen. His eyes drifted towards the massive hammer he wielded in a single hand, easily half of his own height. A special, runed hammerhead that was crackling with some red-orange energy that matched the man’s own eyes. His grin, filled with wickedness and untoward thoughts. His teeth were unnatural as well, pointed in their own way but not like a vampire’s. More of a demonic nature, but he couldn’t tell. All the gentleman could ask was, “What are you…?” The voice of the being was deep, guttural, and coordinated. His words were carefully chosen, if strangely playful, and seemed to originate straight from his deepest bowels, “I am the result of thousands of years of your kinds baaaaad decisions..” Then, he lifted his hammer to bring it down and… there was nothing at all.