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hotvintagepoll · 4 months

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Fernando Lamas (The Merry Widow, The Girl Rush)—no propaganda submitted

Danny Kaye (The Court Jester, Hans Christian Andersen, White Christmas)—he's such an absolute joy to watch dancing, swordfighting, singing, you name it...underrated genius and SO hot beneath all the antics! post the scene of him wooing angela lansbury from court jester i beg you [below the cut]

This is round 2 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

"It's easy to overlook because he was a comedic actor, which we don't always associate with hotness. But look at any publicity still and you'll see, he was absolutely hot."

"y'all sit down, shut up, let me tell you about danny kaye. HOT. HOT MAN. him? in the court jester? swordfighting basil rathbone so so badly?? the bit where he's hypnotised and romancing angela lansbury??? this man in the inspector general—i've never seen anyone look better in regency fashion in my life. people dont realise how hot he is because he's so FUNNY but he steals the show every damn time!! "

"i will never not love him for refusing to get surgery to his nose when the studio system told him he looked too Jewish. he was also an underrated genius as well—but for this poll, let me just say he is HOT, secretly gorgeous, and i have never seen a man look so good in period clothing literally ever."

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"he was hot!!!!!! an ambassador for unicef!!!!! he is so fucking funny i dont know !!!! my beautiful hot ginger jewish king"

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"i would like to submit the engagement clip from white christmas for danny kaye. Vera ellen is a smoke show but man. something about danny kaye crawling away from her and then figuring out the SchemeTM... That's hot folks!"(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEM-xZtALnc)

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"Would also add his early life section on wikipedia is a JOURNEY (fun)"

#danny kaye #fernando lamas #hotvintagepoll #round 2 #fuck that old man #Youtube

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mossdaggar · 11 months

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HELLWHALERS is close on the horizon! Coming this August, an original TTRPG of nautical and Christian religious horror. Play as damned whalers, hunting a leviathan whale across the oceans of Hell for a chance at salvation. Gamble with souls, fish up ghastly sea life, discover the horrors of Hell's oceans, and fight a demon whale.

Featuring a bevy of religious and nautical public domain art, curated and laid out by Kaye Mahoney, as well as bold and bespoke stamp work by Lepish Susano, Charles Torok, and Albert Johnson, this book will be a treasure to behold.

Includes a stylized sic bo board to gamble souls. Souls are a metacurrency, like tokens in Belonging Outside Belonging style games. Collect enough, and you'll be able to feed them through the arteries of the Hellwhale's disembodied heart. A gruesome organ kept locked away by your captain, but also the only bait that can call the monster to you.

Speaking of the captain, he's a foul-tempered figure, driving you ever onward in a maddened quest for the Hellwhale. Played as a GM character, the book features moves and guidance for how to use the captain to best effect.

The game releases in digital formats at the end of August, and physical copies will be available around then as well. You're gonna wanna keep an eye on this one.

See you in Hell.

#indie ttrpg #ttrpg #horror #moby dick

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sunflower-emoji · 3 months

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hi kaye. i’m here to tell you that i’m rotting on pro/dilf shoto. 😔 mostly about how pretty he is all the ways he’d change and grow as he heals into his own person as he ages. imagining him with subtle playfulness, wicked grins, bright eyes and laugh lines because he deserves it. 🫠

YES the man is THRIVING as he deserves

Rei's genes mean he's aging like the finest wine, with soft wrinkles and a jawline you could cut yourself on

People are constantly making legolas jokes now that he's grown his hair out and for good reason tbh. I'm talking beautiful intricate braids for galas or messy buns on his days off. And the kids in his life (nieces/nephews, godkids, his own, pick ur fav headcanon) love giving him makeovers/styling it with silly hair clips

He never shakes the princely aura and from far away he still looks icy and untouchable, but his eyes are all softness and warmth and his little smile comes so easily now

(He's got plenty of big smiles too, but those are more private, reserved for the ones he loves most)

Still not the most expressive, but his quiet kindness puts people at ease instantly and assures them they're safe in his care

Kirishima got him into crocs. It's the best and worst thing to ever happen

His sense of humor is extremely impish and dry. Infamous for making sharp quips during boring meetings/interviews/etc and getting whoever is sitting next to him in trouble

Chaotic evil on social media: his feed is weird jokes, sassy clapbacks, and blurry photos. Also retweets thirst tweets about himself and his friends

And some spicier thoughts:

Shoto hasn't had a whole lot of partners but he's a dedicated lover and very fast learner; at this point he knows both what you want and how to give it to you

Old age has made him bold, relishing the moments when he can surprise you or catch you off guard. He's fucked you in the shower, rented cars, public bathrooms, Midoriya's hall closet-nowhere is safe

Loves having his hair pulled and goes a little feral when you do; the low groan he makes is divine

Obsessed with your boobs. His hands (and mouth lets be real) always find a way to your chest no matter what position, and nothing comforts him more than resting his face in them mommy kink ahoy

#bnha #bnha smut #mmm i think im gonna have to make a separate post specifically for dilf!shoto #because i am having Thoughts and none of them are pure 🥴

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aimeedaisies · 2 months

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An excerpt from: As the 'hot equerry' steps down, meet the dashing military hunks the royals can't live without - from 'Major Eye Candy' to the bomb-defusing hero helping Kate back to work after her surgery

Princess Margaret famously fell in love with her father's equerry, Captain Peter Townsend, in a controversial and tumultuous royal romance, while Princess Anne's husband, Vice Admiral Sir Timothy Laurence, started his career as equerry to her mother, Queen Elizabeth II.

Captain Stuart Kaye

Equerry to: Princess Anne

Regiment: The Household Cavalry

Captain Stuart Kaye was hand-picked by Princess Anne for his professionalism and aptitude in public duties

Sandhurst-trained Captain Stuart Kaye, equerry to Princess Anne, has drawn more than a few admiring glances over the years – and recently accompanied his royal mistress to Namibia, where she was attending the funeral of the late president.

Now in his early thirties, Captain Kaye attended King's School Bruton in Somerset before studying politics and modern history at Cardiff University. He went on to do a Master's degree at University College London, starting his career as an intern at the Association of British Insurers, before joining the military in 2018.

The dashing officer has served as Squadron Second-in-Command at Bulford Barracks and Mounted Troop Leader for The Household Cavalry, before being appointed to his equerry role in September 2022.

Princess Anne hand-picked him for his professionalism and aptitude in public duties – though royal watchers have pointed out that he doesn't look half-bad in his ceremonial uniform, complete with silver-plumed helmet, gold tassels and sword, either.

#move aside mjr johnny thompson. tim is the og hot equerry 😌#princess anne #princess royal #tim laurence #timothy laurence #captain stuart kaye #hot equerries

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theliteraryvixen · 2 years

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Sinkhole by Davida Breier - My Review

Sinkhole by Davida Breier – My Review

Title: Sinkhole Author: Davida Breier Release Date: May 26th 2022 Genre: Thriller, Coming of Age Humidity, lovebugs, and murder. Lies from the past and a dangerous present collide when, after fifteen years in exile, Michelle Miller returns to her tiny hometown of Lorida, Florida. With her mother in the hospital, she’s forced to reckon with the broken relationships she left behind: with her…

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#5 Stars #Coming of Age #Davida Breier #Kaye Publicity #Review #Sinkhole #The Literary Vixen #Thriller

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whatbigotspost · 1 year

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Damn, y'all. This is very, very bad news:

I have an unshakable belief that "democracy" is a joke in any place where a free media cannot exist. As I've eluded to many times, I'm a big believer in more progressive leaning sources like NPR, the Texas Tribune (the source link in that^ story), and formerly, the Texas Observer. Things are NOT in a good place right now, financially, for any of those entities.

This trend is something that anyone who cares about the threat of the rising Christofascist right wing extremists should be paying a LOT OF FUCKING ATTENTION TO. If you can, you should be donating to any entity you depend on, like this. It's why I'm a member of my local NPR station. I mean, I can't help but feel like we are about 2 seconds away from just accepting that algorithms like TikTok are going to drive all of the "information" we have, and I hopefully don't need to explain why we'll all be thoroughly fucked if that happens. Here's an Austin local writer/journalist I trust, with more behind-the-scenes input about what happened w/ the Texas Observer.

#The Texas Observer #living in texas is an exercise in frustration #free media #NPR #access to information #free speech #free press

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thedivinecomedy0 · 3 months

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Gene Tierney and Danny Kaye in a publicity portraits for On The Riviera, 1951.

#gene tierney #danny kaye #retro #retro style #retro movies #history #comics #50s #60s #hot as hell #old hollywood #old movies #1950s fashion #1950s #1950s movies

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clockworkbee · 4 months

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1989 tv as Jude x Cardan’s version

♪ Slut! ♪

Cardan Got lovestruck, went straight to my head,

Jude, Cardan thought, hating even the shape of her name. Jude. —how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories: the prince of elfhame is mildly inconvenienced

Jude Got lovesick, all over my bed / Love to think you'll never forget.

Back in bed, I push aside the curtain and let the sunlight spill in, brighter than any lamp. I take the folded-up paper from behind my pillow. Smoothing it out, I see Cardan’s furious, arrogant handwriting scrawled over the page, taking up all available space. In some places, he pressed the nib so angrily that the paper tore. Her brows knit together. Jude, it reads, each hateful rendering of my name like a punch to the gut. —the cruel prince, chapter 14

Cardan Lovelorn and nobody knows, Jude Love thorns all over this rose.

I flattered myself that at moments you had feelings for me other than contempt, but even were that true, they would be but watered wine beside the feast of your other, greater desires. —the queen of nothing exclusive editions: Cardan’s letters to Jude

You love him, too, I think. You’ve loved him since before you were a prisoner of the Undersea. You loved him when you agreed to marry him. Once this is over, I will find the bravery to tell him. —the queen of nothing, chapter 22

Jude But if I'm all dressed up, Cardan They might as well be looking at us.

This mortal was a girl, dressed in gloves and a long gown that appeared like the sky at night. She was of medium height, with hair the ted-brown of a willow tree. She had soft features and the solid grace of someone used living in her body. An acrobat, perhaps. Or a soldier. The tail faerie boy who held her in his arms had a mess of black hair. His cheeks were painted in silver, his eyes edged in black kohl, and he looked drunk, his crown askew. The girl was glaring at him, and Kaye wondered how they wound up dancing together. Then she noticed the way he was looking at her. But that made things even more puzzling. —a visit to the impossible lands, the cruel prince bonus story

Jude And if they call me a slut, You know it might be worth it for once

“Is this really what you wanted? Him?” —the wicked king, chapter 7

But we all know what you lost.” “Locke?” I laugh. “Good riddance.” Her brows knit together. “Surely it’s not the High King himself you were gazing at.” —the wicked king, chapter 8

I’m there to whisper my counsel in his ear, as any seneschal might. The difference is that he must listen to me. And if he whispers back a few horrific insults, well, at least he’s forced to whisper. —the wicked king, chapter 1

Cardan And if I'm gonna be drunk, Might as well be drunk in love.

“Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can.” And with that, he kisses me on the mouth. I feel a cacophony of things at once. I am furious with him, furious and resigned that he is a failure as High King, corrupt and fanciful and as weak as Orlagh could have hoped. Then there is the public nature of the kiss, parading this before the Court is shocking, too. He’s never been willing to seem to want me in public. Perhaps he can take it back, but in this moment, it is known. But there is also a weakness in me, because I dreamed of him kissing me for all my time in the Undersea, and now with his mouth on mine, I want to sink my nails into his back. His tongue brushes my lower lip, the taste heady and familiar. Wraithberry. He’s not drunk; he’s been poisoned. —the wicked king, chapter 27

Jude Send the code, he's waiting there, The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air

I realize what’s happening a moment too late. A note told the Court of an assassination attempt, and the Bomb went looking for an assassin. She found someone hiding in the shadows with a weapon. Someone who had every reason to want to kill the king: me. // I feel a guard’s hand close on my arm. Then Cardan’s voice comes. “Do not touch her.” A terrible silence follows. I wait for him to pronounce judgment on me. Whatever he commands will be done. His power is absolute. I don’t even have the strength to fight back “Whatever can you mean?” Randalin says. “She’s—” “She is my wife,” Cardan says, his voice carrying over the crowd. “The rightful High Queen of Elfhame. And most definitely not in exile.” The shocked roar of the crowd rolls around me, but none of them are more shocked than I am. —the queen of nothing, chapter 16

Cardan The wrong place at the right time

I keep thinking of the steady way he looked at me when we were both naked, before he pulled on his shirt and fastened those elegant cuffs. We should have called truce, he’d said, brushing back his ink-black hair impatiently. We should have called truce long before this. But neither of us called it, not then, not after. Jude, he’d said, running a hand up my calf, are you afraid of me? I clear my throat, forcing the memories away. “I command you not to allow yourself to be alone from tonight’s sundown to tomorrow’s sunup.” He draws back, as though bitten. He no longer expects me to deliver orders in this high-handed way, as though I don’t trust him. The High King of Elfhame makes a shallow bow. “Your wish—no, strike that. Your command is my command,” he says. I cannot look at him as he goes out. I am a coward. —the wicked king, chapter 21

“I hate you. You sent me into exile. Everything you say to me, everything you promise, it’s all a trick. And I, stupid enough to believe you once.” The sheathed knife slides easily to my hand. “Of course it was a trick—” he begins, then sees the weapon and bites off whatever he was about to say. —the queen of nothing, chapter 7

“It’s you I love,” he says. “I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.” He walks to the door to the royal chambers, as though to end the conversation. “You probably guessed as much,” he says. “But just in case you didn’t.” He opens the door to prevent me from responding. Abruptly, we are no longer alone. Fand and the rest of our guard stand ready in the hall, with the Living Council waiting impatiently beside them. —the queen of nothing, chapter 22

Jude And I break down, then he's pullin' me in, Cardan In a world of boys, he's a gentleman.

I am on the High King’s enormous bed, bleeding on his majestically appointed coverlets. Everything hurts. There’s a hot, raw pain in my belly, and my head is pounding. Cardan stands over me. His jacket is thrown on a nearby chair, the velvet soaked through with some dark substance. His white sleeves are rolled up, and he’s washing my hands with a wet cloth. Getting the blood off them. —the queen of nothing, chapter 17

He’s every bit as terrifying as any serpent. I don’t care. I run into his arms. —the queen of nothing, chapter 26

Cardan’s fingers dig into my back. He’s trembling, and whether it is from ebbing magic or horror, I am not sure. But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world. —the queen of nothing, chapter 27

Jude This is luxury / You're not saying you're in love with me / But you're going to.

I let go of him and remain standing. I promised myself I would do this, if I ever had the chance again. I promised I would do this the first moment I could. “I love you,” I say, the words coming out in an unintelligible rush. Cardan looks taken aback. Or possibly I spoke so fast he’s not even sure what I said. —the queen of nothing, chapter 27

Cardan and Jude: Half awake, Taking your chance, It's a big mistake, I said it might blow up in your pretty face, I'm not saying do it anyway, But you're going to.

“Hear my judgment,” Cardan says, authority ringing in his voice. “I hereafter exile Jude Duarte to the mortal world until such time as she is pardoned by the crown. Until then, let her not step one foot in Faerie or forfeit her life.” I gasp. “But you can’t do that!” He looks at me for a long moment, but his gaze is mild, as though he’s expecting me to be fine with exile. As though I am nothing more than one of his petitioners. As though I am nothing at all. “Of course I can,” he replies. “But I’m the Queen of Faerie,” I shout, and for a moment, there is silence. Then everyone around me begins to laugh. I can feel my cheeks heat. Tears of frustration and fury prick my eyes as, a beat too late, Cardan laughs with them. At that moment, knights clap their hands on my wrists. Sir Rannoch pulls me down from the horse. For a mad moment I consider fighting him as though two dozen knights aren’t around us. “Deny it then,” I yell. “Deny me!” He cannot, of course, so he does not. Our eyes meet, and the odd smile on his face is clearly meant for me. —the wicked king, chapter 30

“I need something from you,” I tell Severin. He makes his bow. “Of course, my queen. Whatever is mine is yours.” // You already know how to end the curse. “I do love you,” I whisper. “I will always love you.” I tuck the golden bridle into my belt. Two paths are before me, but only one leads to victory. But I don’t want to win like this. Perhaps I will never live without fear, perhaps power will slip from my grasp, perhaps the pain of losing him will hurt more than I can bear. And yet, if I love him, there’s only one choice. —the queen of nothing, chapters 25 // 26

Jurdan And if I'm gonna be drunk / Might as well be drunk in love.

“I knew little else, but I always knew you.” And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again. —the queen of nothing, chapter 27

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