A rare, color photo of RKO Pictures in 1957. It was the smallest 'big' studio in Hollywood.
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Hi there, just wanted to say i love your aesthetic and I was wondering if you can do being a wife to the viper Randy orton<3 thnx u
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𝒂/𝒏: 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈<𝟑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍
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“Are you sure you can fight?” Y/n asks Randy nervously, watching him as he prepares to make a pop.
Randy was finally back in the wwe due to being out because of a back injury that the bloodline had cause. The doctor had finally cleared him and when y/n found out about the news of him going back to work, she couldn’t help but worry. A lot.
“The more you worry, the more gray hairs you’re gonna get.” Randy jokes with a smirk, “Already growing one right here.” Randy holds up a piece of her hair, making her slap his arm lightly.
“Not funny a hole.” Y/n rolls her eyes with a smile, “I’m serious though, what if you damage your back even more? Shits serious.” Y/n frowns, tracing Randy’s sleeve tattoo.
Randy sighs and cups her face in his hand, “You don’t gotta worry about me, baby. I’ve taken the time to heal and I’m better, I’ll be good.” Randy reassures her, giving her forehead a kiss.
“I don’t trust that…” Y/n shakes her head.
“What’s it gonna take for you to believe me? Hm?” Randy questions with a raised eyebrow.
Y/n tilts her head before throwing her arms around his neck, “You better win the god dam match.” She gives him a kiss before scurrying off to go out and in the crowd.
•••
He did in fact won the god dam match.
Y/n felt like she was the loudest when Cody pinned Damian down and took the win for the group. She let out a whoop as she claps with a big smile on her face as she watches the group celebrate their win but all comes short when the theme song of CM Punk rings out and Seth loses his shit.
Y/n wasn’t too bothered about that as she focused on her husband who followed Seth out of the cage and instead of following him, he had a quick convo with Jey before rushing over to Y/n with a smile.
“See? Ain’t got nothing to worry about.” He gives her a smirk, “In great shape.”
Y/n gives him an amused smile before shaking her head, “Mhm, you did good I guess.” She shrugged.
“Good?” Randy scoffs and grabs her, lifting her out of the crowd and holding her close to him, “Just good?”
Y/n laughs and gives him a kiss, “You did amazing.” She nods, “Just take it easy please.” She pleads.
“Whatever you say.” Randy gives her a kiss before setting her down, “Now let’s get outta here.”
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Beaux-arts des modes, no. 4, juillet 1937 (New York, Paris, London, Milano, Wien, Bruxelles). Anne Shirley. Photo: RKO-Radio. Bibliothèque nationale de France
Robe du soir en tulle noir sur fourreau en taffetas noir. La garniture se fait de fleurs en dentelle blanche.
Sheer black net gown over a fitted taffeta slip, and gathered into a high neck around which is placed a tiny lei of starched white lace flowers.
Abendkleid aus schwarzem Tüll, auf ein schwarzes Taft-Unterkleid gearbeitet. Die eingereihte obere Partie zeigt einen Kranz aus weißen, aus gestärkter Spitze gearbeiteten Blumen.
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