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silentdivasblog · 2 months
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Lady of The Day 🌹 Dolly Haas ❤️
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higherentity · 5 months
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thedabara · 2 years
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ACTRESSES WHO DIED 1994
Esther Ralston at 91 from heart attack
Mai Zetterling at 68 from cancer
Sylva Koscina at 61 from cancer
Iris Adrian at 82 from hip fracture
Lynne Frederick at 39 from alcoholism
Elga Andersen at 59 from cancer
Dolly Haas at 84 from cancer
Anita Morris at 50 from cancer
Lili Damita at 89 from Alzheimer’s disease
Lina Basquette at 87 from lymphoma
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letterboxd-loggd · 1 year
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I Confess (1953) Alfred Hitchcock
May 9th 2023
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magicsplendour · 1 year
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Dolly Haas in the 1920′s.
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genevieveetguy · 2 years
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I must confess to you. I must tell someone. I want to make a confession.
I Confess, Alfred Hitchcock (1953)
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perfettamentechic · 8 months
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16 settembre … ricordiamo …
16 settembre … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic
2021: Jane Powell, Suzanne Lorraine Burce, attrice, cantante e ballerina statunitense. Si sposò cinque volte: con l’attore Geary Steffin; con Patrick Nerney; con James D. Fitzgerald; con David Stellar Parlour e con Dickie Moore. Tutti i suoi matrimoni meno l’ultimo finirono con i divorzi. Pubblicò un’autobiografia The Girl Next Door and How She Grew (La ragazza della porta accanto e come lei…
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marion-go-round · 2 years
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should i try writing for mhyk here or on a separate blog? 🤔
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sneez · 16 days
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pathologic but it's a lost 1920s german expressionist film [id under cut]
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image 1: a digital drawing of a fake poster, using bright colours and rough, painterly brushstrokes. the title, 'pest' (german for 'plague'), is written at the top in spiky black text. in the foreground a man dressed as a tragedian is staring intently at the viewer, his hands raised and splayed as if in horror. in the background, the town is framed against a red sky, with the polyhedron in yellow behind.
images 2 and 3: fake casting sheets for the film, with the names of the actors and the characters they are playing above a black-and-white portrait photograph of them. all the text is in german. in english it reads: 'Pest', a film by Robert Wiene Alfred Abel as Victor Kain Ernst Busch as Grief Lil Dagover as Katerina Saburova Ernst Deutsch as the Bachelor Carl de Vogt as Vlad the Younger Marlene Dietrich as the Inquisitor Willy Fritsch as Mark Immortell Alexander Granach as Andrey and Peter Stamatin Bernhard Goetzke as General Block Dolly Haas as the Changeling Ludwig Hartau as the Haruspex Brigitte Helm as Anna Angel Brigitte Horney as Maria Kaina Emil Jannings as Big Vlad Gerda Maurus as Yulia Lyuricheva Lothar Menhert as Georgiy Kain Asta Nielsen as Lara Ravel Ossi Oswalda as Eva Yan Fritz Rasp as Stanislas Rubin Conrad Veidt as Alexander Saburov and Tragedian Paul Wegener as Oyun Gertrud Welcker as Aspity
image 4: four digital sketches of set designs for various locations. all are strongly influenced by expressionist imagery, using extreme angles, warped perspective, and dramatic shapes. they are labelled 'street 1' (a street lined with houses), 'street 2' (a square with a lamppost and a set of steps), 'polyhedron exterior' (the polyhedron walkway), and 'cathedral interior' (the dais at the far end of the cathedral).
image 5: four digital drawings in a black-and-white watercolour style, showing fake stills from the film. all are similarly distorted and lit by dramatic lighting. the first shows katerina's bedroom, with katerina standing in the centre of the floor. the second shows the interior of an infected house. the third shows daniil staring out of the frame in horror, one hand on his head and the other raised as if to ward something off. the fourth shows an intertitle with jagged white text reading 'the first day' against a dark background.
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I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In 2
Warnings: non/dubcon, medical procedures including dialysis and chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters: Pete Brenner, short!reader
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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Another appointment. The routine is both reassuring and defeating. That you have to devote so much time to sitting in one place having your blood cleansed just to function feels inhumane, almost oppressive. Yet those three or four hours also feel like an escape, an excuse to just be there and focus on a book or some work or even just close your eyes.
That day, you have an important report to get through. You find yourself fidgeting and tugging against the IV. You really can’t be late with this. You’re in budget season and your supervisor is on a Teams rampage. If she could stop messaging for two seconds, you might actually get something done.
The time passes in a dash. Louise brings you back to the present as she removes the tube from your arm and confirms your next appointment for Sunday. Not exactly how you like to spend your weekend but you don’t have anything else going on. Sometimes it feels like your condition is your entire existence.
You pack up, yawning. You’re impossibly tired. You didn’t sleep much and your blood pressure tends to dip at the end. You lift your bag and sling it over your shoulder, stifling another yawn as you say goodbye to the receptions and head out into the hall.
The building is mostly quiet. The businesses all operate on an appointment basis and walk-ins are uncommon. The jeweller near the back of the place never seems to be open but that day, the door is open and you hear voices coming from within. You keep your steps light as you pass, trying not to disturb the conversation.
“That’s a real Rolex, bud,” a man snorts, “your loss.”
You hit the wall with your shoulder as you dodge the body that emerges from the jeweller, the door snapping at his back. You cling to your bag and back up, blinking at the man who crowds you. Your chest sinks, no, not him.
It had been two weeks since your run-in with the stranger and maybe foolishly, you thought you’d dodged him for good. You press yourself against the plastic and sputter dumbly. You look down the hall towards the stairs.
“Sorry, excuse me,” you utter and go to slip by. 
You’re stopped as his arm stretches across the narrow hall and blocks you, his other hand on his hip, “hey, you again,” he intones, adding your name on the end.
You back up and cross your arms. There’s no alternative route out of here, he’s got you trapped.
“Pete,” he pats his chest, “you remember, don’t you, dolly?”
You flutter your lashes and look at your fitbit, trying to imply your rush.
“Er, no,” you lie, “sorry, I have somewhere to be–”
“No, no, I know you remember me,” he insists, keeping his arm in place, “you helped me find that wellness hoo haa whatever. Real con artists, those ones.”
“Sorry, I don’t–”
“I get it, you’re shy,” he chuckles, “you don’t gotta be. I’m a nice guy.” He looms over you, “how about I walk you to your train?”
You look up at him and he winks, the stubble of an ungrown goatee trims his jaw and mouth, “no thanks.”
You try to step to the other side and he quickly pens you in again. “Hey, hey, come on, I owe you. You were so helpful last time, how about a drink?”
“Uh, I don’t drink,” you touch the outside of your jacket pocket, feeling the shape of your phone, “really, it’s fine. It wasn’t a big deal.”
“So you do remember,” he smirks.
“N– look, I…” your head is swirling, you just want to get to the station and get on the train. Once you sit down, you’ll mellow out, “it’s a nice gesture but I’m not… I’m not interested.”
“Hmm,” he still doesn’t budge and his eyes flick up, scanning the wall behind you. “Oh, man, you’re here for that?”
“What, I–”
“Dialysis. Tough shit,” he sighs, “never would’ve guessed. Must be hard.”
“I don’t– I need to catch my train-”
“I got a car,” he offers, “so if you want a ride–”
You swallow as your neck itches with heat. You want him to get out of your way. You don’t like the way he’s got you trapped or how he seems to assume to know you.
“No, thank you,” you enunciate clearly, “please, I need to go.”
“Alright,” he puts his hands up, “like I said, I’ll walk you. Make sure you get there safe–”
“I don’t need you to do that,” you ring the strap of your bag and his gaze focuses on the gesture until you stop yourself.
“I make you nervous, sweetie?”
You don’t know what to say. You feel like you’re going to boil over. He’s frustrating and constantly changing the subject, never quite responding to what you’re actually saying. You swallow your breath and hold it in. You’re going.
You put your elbow out and jab it into his stomach as you force your way past him. You quickly scurry by as he grunts in surprise and you hurry towards the stairs, pushing through the door as he calls after you. You ignore him as the metal door clangs shut in your stead.
You catch yourself against the top of the railing and hear a cackle from the other side of the wall. He’s laughing. At you. Well, you don’t think he’s very funny. In fact, he’s a bit scary.
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silentdivasblog · 10 months
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Dolly Haas ❤️
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o-moon-o · 7 months
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I am not much of a writer- but had this funny idea in mind and I want to share it
What if Buggy had a daughter with his s/o and she is sassy as hell, can shut anyone up and is a mean girl (for those who upset her or piss her off, overall she is a sweetheart and not a brat), even tho she is like six years old
(let's say that his daughter's name is Ivy)
And what if Cabaji had a big fat crush on y/n, Buggy and Ivy knows about it but y/n don't
Ivy takes that to her advantage to piss off buggy and emberisse Cabaji
Like this one time when thay having dinner on the ship and Cabaji was staring at y/n daydreaming, Buggy take notice of that and yell at Cabaji "STOP STARING AT MY WIFE LIKE THAT!!", Cabaji, who almost jumped out of his chair, looked down at his food with a red face and mumbled "sorry captain"
Y/n, who felt bad for Cabaji and thought that buggy is being a little bit overly protective or dramatic, looked at buggy and said "buggy, don't you think are being abit harsh on him, especially the last few months?", Buggy looked at her and his gaze soften
"oh sweetheart, don't worry about him" and that when Ivy decided that it is time for her to strike
"oh yeah, Mom, don't worry about him but unfortunately I can't say the same to dad, since you probably should worry about him because the day when you fuck up and mum divorce you, she would move on to her 'plan B'" and she pointed at Cabaji when she said 'plan B'
The silence was very loud....
The entire crew, even buggy and y/n was speechless at what Ivy just said, who was smiling proudly at herself, y/n was the first to break the silence, asking her daughter softly "sweetheart...Are you not happy with your dad?" Ivy smile drop to a unreadable expression and stayed quiet for a second, she than side eyed buggy with a dark expression and said coldly " he knows what he have done....."
"LOOK IT WAS AN A ACCIDENT, I SWEAR!!!" buggy snapped at her and she snapped back at him "HOW DID YOU POSSIBLY THROW MY FAVORITE DOLL IN THE SEA BY AN A "ACCIDENT"??? HAA??"
"IT WAS CREEPY, OKAY?"
"YOUR CREEPY!"
"WE LITTERLY LOOK LIKE EACH OTHER!!"
"NO WE DON'T, I ONLY HAVE YOU EYES AND HAIR COLOR, THAT IT!!! I AM BEAUTIFUL JUST LIKE MY MOM"
Ivy than turn to her mum and pointed at her dad "WHERE DID YOU FOUND THIS MAN??!!?"
"Ivy, that's your dad, don't say that"
However the two blue haired kept arguing like and that's when y/n had enough, y/n yelled "QUIIITTTEEE!!" shutting off the both of them
Y/n signed and tried to make it up between the two of them "well how about this, Ivy, you apologize to your dad for what you have said and I will buy you a new Dollie, you like my taste in Dollies, don't you?" Ivy though about it for a second and then turn to her dad "I am sorry for saying that you are not good enough for my mum and calling you ugly, dad"
Buggy wasn't satisfied, but he didn't want to upset y/n (and also didn't want his daughter to continue on stiping on his ego) so he forgive her and since they both in wrong, he apologized too for throwing her favorite Doll in the sea and thankfully everyone went back to eating
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Cabaji leaned to Ivy's side and whisper to her "psst...Do you really think I can get with your mum?" with a bit of hope, Ivy whispered back to him "of course not, not with this ugly ass-emo haircut of yours, like seriously how old are you? 12?"
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emeraldexplorer2 · 2 months
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Dolly Haas was a German-American actress and singer who played in German and American films
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letterboxd-loggd · 2 years
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Broken Blossoms (1936) John Brahm
August 5th 2022
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magicsplendour · 1 year
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Dolly Haas postcard.
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