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Madonna and Tony Ward backstage at a Jean Paul Gaultier fashion show in Paris on October 19, 1990.

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@rcsechild​  said:  *watching madonna’s movie in 1990 and the naked scene comes up when erin’s walking through the door* 

juggling  a  bunch  of  shopping  bags  and  a  box  of  donuts  in  her  arms,  erin  attempts  to  slip  her  key  into  the  lock  on  the  door  of  her  condominium  without  dropping  anything.  it  proves  to  be  a  difficult  task,  taking  her  way  longer  than  it  probably  should.  she  blames  her  sudden  clumsiness  on  both  the  hot,  muggy  weather  outside  and  the  fact  that  she  is  growing  a  little  human,  and  it  does  drain  her  energy,  making  her  more  sluggish.  however,  when  she  finally  does  manage  to  twist  open  the  door  and  step  into  the  brightly  lit  foyer,  a  warm  smile  blooms  on  her  lips  almost  immediately.  happiness  filling  her  sky-blue  eyes  as  she  forgets  about  all  her  worries  and  discomfort,  and  calls  out,   ❝   honey,  i’m  home!   ❞   she  doubts  she’ll  ever  get  tired  of  saying  these  words.  her  stomach  fills  with  butterflies  and  her  heart  skips  a  beat  every  time  she  comes  home  to  her  husband.  her  husband.  it  sounds  so  beautiful.   ❝   i  got  you  something.  did  you  feed  the  dogs?   ❞   she  uses  her  shoulder  to  shut  the  door  behind  her  and  powers  forward  with  all  the  bags  still  somehow  intact,  making  it  up  the  short  hall  to  the  small  kitchen  on  the  right.  she  doesn’t  like  asking  for  help  and  tries  to  enjoy  her  independence  while  she  still  can.  she  carefully  sets  the  groceries  down  on  the  counter  and  is  about  to  start  putting  them  away  when  a  strange  sound  coming  from  the  living  room  captures  her  attention.  was  that  a  moan  she  just  heard?!

❝   axl?   ❞  she  mutters,  utterly  confused  as  she  looks  up  and  just  stares  at  the  redhead  over  the  breakfast  bar  for  a  moment,  trying  to  figure  out  what’s  going  on.   ❝   what  is  that?  what  are  you  watching? ❞ “   just  listening  to  the  moans  and  disgusting  language  coming  from  the  couple  on  the  tv  has  her  feeling  nauseous,  but  as  her  innocent  eyes  continue  to  involuntarily  linger  on  the  screen  and  she  figures  why  the  blonde  looks  so  familiar,  who  she  reminds  her  of,  that’s  when  erin  begins  to  think  she’s  died  and  went  straight  to  hell.   ❝   did  they  put  madonna’s  face  on  her?!   ❞  she  squeaks,  beyond  mortified,  her  voice  even  more  high-pitched  than  usual.  she  doesn’t  understand  why  anyone  would  watch  a  movie  like  this  or  why  there’s  people  out  there  willing  to  do  such  things  on  camera.   ❝   jesus  christ,  i  think  i’m  gonna  throw  up.  what’s  wrong  with  you,  axl?  i  was  gone  for  less  than  an  hour  and  you  just  had  to  put  this  —  this  —  this  shit  on?  and  what  is  madonna’s  lookalike  doing  there?  you  disgusting  pig.  you  get  jealous  when  i  listen  to  bon  jovi,  but  this  is  okay?!  how?!  in  what  world  is  this  okay?!   ❞   there’s  just  no  way  this  is  the  real  madonna.  it  can’t  be.  not  thinking  much,  she  grabs  one  of  the  chocolate  donuts  and  slings  it  at  the  redhead,  aiming  for  his  head.   ❝   you  know  what?   ❞   forgetting  about  the  groceries,  she  circles  around  the  corner  and  walks  up  to  the  other.  her  blood  boiling.  every  time  she  begins  to  think  this  marriage  can  work,  they  can  be  happy  together,  he  just  has  to  ruin  it.   ❝   you  should  have  married  a  pornstar,  one  that  wouldn’t  get  off  your  dick  ‘cause  clearly,  no  matter  what  i  do,  i’m  never  enough  for  you.  and  a  madonna  lookalike?  you’re  so  sick  in  the  head,  i  can’t  even  look  at  you.   ❞   and  with  that,  she  turns  on  her  heel  and  unceremoniously  marches  to  their  bedroom,  wishing  she  could  be  covering  her  ears  from  the  horrible  sounds  and  packing  her  things  up  at  the  same  time.  she  has  no  idea  where  she’ll  go,  but  she’ll  figure  something  out.  as  long  as  she  doesn’t  have  to  stay  under  the  same  roof  with  this  disgusting  man,  she’ll  be  okay.

[aiiaiiiyo]

[eopederson]

St. Bartholomäus, Königssee, Bayern, 1990.

[rvexillology]

Separate apartment for every family. USSR, 1990.

from /r/vexillology Top comment: This depicts Lithuania being the first to leave the USSR in 1990. All states left in 1991 following the dissolution. Note the Gorbachev-era flags which some are now their current independent flags.