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I don't believe l've ever met anyone quite like you. Taxi Driver (1976) dir. Martin Scorsese

You all right? Did I hurt you?

MEAN STREETS (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese

Stardust (2007) Dir. Matthew Vaughn

A Bronx Tale (1993), dir. Robert De Niro

Greed is an animal that hungers for blood.

KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON dir. Martin Scorsese

[art by @beelzeebub ]

Me after a tummy ache + headache combo

Un animale chiuso dentro il palmo dell’avversario.

Eccomi.

In gabbia.

Non so cosa mi fai ricordare; Quando tu, sei vicino a me, e io più ti vedo più penso a come sono la tua preda.

Ti osservo attentamente; prendo le tue abitudini.

Ci assomigliamo tantissimo e non so perché x

Io vedo te, che però sei me.

Sono chiusa in una stanza, piccola assai da prendermi il fiato. E tu, sei un mafioso, mi hai torturato, ucciso e poi mi hai raccolto di nuovo, accarezzandomi le guance con una tenerezza strana.

E cosa avrei potuto fare, io?

Non capisci. Io sono una tua preda.

Qua a New York funziona così la vita.

O fai la preda, o sei il predatore.

“Pensai che toccava a me, prete, dargli quello che gli era dovuto e lasciare che fosse Dio, non gli uomini, a giudicarlo”

-domanda fatta in un intervista a Padre Gigante da Maurizio Chierici per un libro chiamato “Gli eredi dei gangsters”,1975.

Ah, Padre. Dio viene sempre messo in causa. Non vi vergognate?

Io di certo, no. Lo so che sono la preda, del mio nemico, ma sono fiera di esserlo.

Almeno, lui é presente.

robert de niro and martin scorsese behind the scenes of filming cape fear (1991)

like a love song that clings to me

how the thought of you does things to me

never before

has someone been more....

unforgettable

in every way

and forevermore

that’s how you’ll stay.

1970s writer! robert de niro

hypothetically speaking if you did, a d@ddy k1nk drabble, with Max Cady. That would be…fun 👀

hey, little devil!

“I wanna show you something.” purring, you climb up on to the massive bed where Max is sprawled out, hands behind his head. there’s a thin, white sheet that is draped over his abdomen, obscuring the rest of his nakedness from you, but his torso, etched with art, is on full display.

“Oh yeah?” a wicked grin worms its way into his countenance as he watches you sit on your knees in front of him. “Whattya wanna show me, darlin’? Somethin’ naughty, no doubt.” one of his hands flees to caress your cheek, thumb careening to trace the lower counterpart of your pouting couplet.

you mirror his grin with a coy one of your own, pressing a sugary peck to the calloused pad of his thumb before parting your tiers and grazing his nail with your teeth. giving him a little nibble before wrapping your lips around the digit entirely, you tilt your head. “It’s a.. little bit naughty.” you admit in a slurred voice, sheepish yet excited to share. you kiss his thumb once more, purging it from your cavern before you turn around. your fingers bunch up the fabric of your breezy skirt as you inch it upwards, exposing your panties, and you bend forward, poking your butt out on display towards Max. you stare at his countenance in the mirror, and to your relief, see undeniable hunger in his eyes.

“Well now, these must be new.” Max purrs, sitting up straight. placing one palm flush against your cheek, he uses the grip to keep it steady while the other hand toys with the fabric of the lingerie, thick digits slipping beneath it to ghost over your sensitive skin. “‘Daddy’s Angel’?” he reads the font sewn into the butt of the garment with bemusement and pride. “That’s what that says?”

giggling, you nod. “Do you like them?”

Max chortles, fingers curling around the fabric to draw most together. “‘Course I like ‘em, darlin’, but you’re definitely not daddy’s angel. You’re more like… daddy’s little devil.” his tongue darts over his bottom lip as he pulls the fabric taut and watches it slip between your globes. with the cotton of the panties forced so tight against your sex, you find yourself eliciting a sultry whimper, and your hips undulate against the sensation. “Yeah, that’s right. Daddy’s dirty, little devil. Always sittin’ on his shoulder, makin’ him think about doin’ all sorts of bad, bad things to her.”

“Like what?” you coo, in hopes that he’ll indulge you. “What does daddy want to do to his little devil right now?”

“Right now?” he repeats, and you can hear the arrogance in his voice; looking at his massive form looming over you in the mirror, you feel butterflies in your stomach. “Right now, seeing this pretty, little ass ain’t nearly marked up enough for my likin’, daddy wants to leave his John Hancock all over it.” his words are coupled with a brutal thwack to your supple cheek, that ripples at the contact of his palm.

whining, your hands scrape and grip fists in the sheet, body lurching forward at the force of his spank. “Mark me up, please, daddy!” you’re hardly able to plead before another smack lands in exactly the same spot, stinging much more than the first.

“Me, oh, my!” Max exclaims gleefully. “I bet that stung like fire, didn’t it, little devil? Don’tchu worry your little head, daddy’s gonna cover your pretty cheeks in black and blue, but he’ll kiss it better when he’s done.”

robert de niro in hi, mom! (dir. brian de palma, 1970)

been ia for a while but hi guys!!!

Young James Caan.

im in love with a dying man..

Godddd I’m watching The Godfather Pt I and I’m always looking for Santino 😩

SANTINO MY BELOVED 😩😩😩

It's so uncreative I'm actually scared that someone already made this

lando explaining how instead of pills, his trainer incorporates his nutrient deficiencies in his food

youtuber: kind of like a dog?

lando: (resigned sigh) kind of like a dog 😶😐

Unrequited love

I feel you around me. You’re everywhere and I can’t get you out of my mind. I love how red your face gets all the time. I love it. The only thing I admire most in this world. I was out with my friends, one of them was all red in the face because of the cold weather but the first thought that came to my mind was exactly you, with a red face. It’s so unique to me.

I don’t know if this is love. I don’t think so. I’ve never even talked to you.

You stare at me. You continuously look at me. But I don’t know why. You don’t talk to me. You don’t dare make the first move. You observe me from afar.

And I think: “What if he’s only curious about me? What if he’s only looking absentmindedly?…”

But I know too well that none of that is true. He isn’t curious.

But I don’t know how to define this.

I attempted making the first move. But he turned it down immediately.

And the next day. I see him again. I had left my glasses in my class, I was having a terrible headache and I just wanted to go meet my friend. So I go downstairs and walk towards my friend’s class. He comes close to me, I stare quickly at him and then I avert my sight to the other side, avoiding him at all costs.

I’m talking to my friend, and she tells me: “He was looking at you!”

I bewildered look at her.

I need help. He is making me go out of my mind. Can’t God help me with this. Or remove him from my life to stop tormenting me, or just make him do something that makes me at least have a talk with him, so I know what his intentions are.

I can’t live like this.

He makes me anxious. Conscious of myself. Before I get out of class, I fix my hair and my makeup. And while going to my friends, I always look around for him. Even if i’m blind. I find him somehow.

I am good. I am loved.

Mexican GP '24 // Over-the-line radio (1/?)

Ricky: "Yes, this is masterclass, Carlos. Dominant weekend. Un mastino." Carlos: *emotional* Ricky: (emotion in his voice) "Good job." Carlos: "Yes! Yes!"

Harris vs Trump?

I’m currently living in a European country. In a place where our parliament isn’t any better than the American one.

Italy is so far away from the US and we don’t realise it.

Italians worry more about Trump winning the elections instead of actually using those dry freaking balls to fight against Italian injustice towards women, immigrants or going against the freaking antique and useless rules that dictate us what to do and what to do in the XXI century. The Italian population submits to the disgusting scholastic system and the professional one at that too. Economy is degenerated to a certain extent that I don’t know how to describe it.

Italians never vote, and the few that actually do, they vote for the wrong ones who have promised to these people lying to them, while looking at their eyes.

And then they start complaining about it. Knowing that they fucked up. And start blaming immigrants and honest faithful people who are way better than these scums.

How can a population be so stupid and dumb?

They are ignorant people. They don’t know anything.

And still, with this recurring issue, they criticise the politics of another state which is far FAR away from them, without having a single care in the world about fighting for themselves against their OWN country.

Yes. Trump won the elections.

And so what?

Do you Italian human, think that you are going to be affected by this choice?

How could you ever think that you can fix something that doesn’t even belong to you?

Italy. Mind your own fucking business. Stop being racist and medieval.

And start treating your own immigrants as HIMAN BEINGS and after that you are allowed to criticize American Politics and population.

Because you are hypocrites. Pathetic beings. With antique and pretty humiliating mentality. Really conservative.

You cannot judge anyone if you still commit sins. You, catholic population who are so devoted to their churches, please start opening your perspectives to something different from your own personal life and dedicate yourselves more to what’s happening in your country.

Stop fucking talking about other countries. Mind your own business.

he's back!!

kinktober | sunrise sensations - l.h.

day 6 - thigh riding | kinktober masterlist

summary: after waking up, you climb into a sleepy lewis hamilton’s lap. he might  be half-asleep, but he’s aware of your needs, and helps you chase your release.

WARNINGS: 18+ content, thigh riding, morning sex, sleepy sex, light teasing, soft dom lewis hamilton.

w.c. 1.3k+

a/n: welcome to day 6. this event is bringing me all sorts of experiences, as this is my first time writing lewis. see you all next week for the next two fics. let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys.

you wake up to the soft sound of lewis’ deep, steady breathing, the morning light filtering through the curtains casting a golden hue on the room. you stretch beside him, feeling the heat radiating from his body as he lay awake on his back, tattooed hand and arm draped lazily over his head. 

there’s something about the quiet moments like these that make your heart race. the way his peaceful expression contrasts with the intensity of the man during the day— always pushing himself, always striving for more. 

but this morning, you feel a different kind of need building inside you. you've always loved the warmth of lewis, the strength that seems to pulse just beneath the surface of his skin, even when he's at rest. and right now, in the hazy stillness of the morning, with your body craving something more, you can't resist the temptation to be closer.

you shift slightly in bed, propping yourself up on one elbow as you study his face, his features were softened due to his relaxed state. his lips were parted just enough to let his slow, rhythmic breaths escape, his eyes were fluttered closed, long eyelashes resting upon his skin. you bit your lip, the heat between your legs growing as you take in the sight of him.

quietly, you move yourself from laying with him to moving onto his body, positioning yourself so you're straddling his thigh. the movement stirs him just enough for his eyes to slowly open, his dark orbs staring down at you, flickering down to where your plush thighs captured his own. you took a deep breath before gulping, your heart racing as you pressed yourself down, the thin fabric of your underwear doing little to dull the sensation of his muscular thigh beneath you.

lewis shifts slightly, the movement sending a spark of pleasure through your core. his thigh tenses reflexively, which caused a gasp to escape from your mouth, biting your lip to hold back a moan. you noticed how the lazy smirk made its way onto his face and it was evident he did it on purpose. it worked though, it's all the encouragement you need. you roll your hips experimentally, dragging yourself against him, your breath hitching at the friction. even half-asleep, his body is attuned to you, responding in ways that drive you crazy.

he let out a low hum, his head turning slightly toward you, and his arm dropped from behind his head to rest on your hip, fingers pressing gently into your skin. it’s a simple gesture, but it's enough to let you know he's aware, letting you know he's with you, even if he's not fully awake.

"mm, what're you doin', sweetheart?" his voice is thick with sleep, gravelly and soft, but there's a hint of amusement there too. it reaffirmed that he wasn’t against this, which you had silently doubted. 

you don't stop, your hips rolling again as you find a perfect rhythm— not too fast, but not too slow that it’s teasing— and the pressure against your clit sent shivers through your body. "needed you," you whisper, leaning down to brush your lips against his jawline. "you feel so good.." you told him, moaning against his warm skin when your clit pressed against his strong thigh just right. 

he hummed again, his hand tightening slightly on your hip, now guiding you to ride his thigh, knowing just what you like. his thigh flexed again beneath you, giving you just the right amount of pressure, and you can't help another quiet moan that slips from your lips. even in this half-asleep state, he knows exactly what you need.

"keep goin', then," he murmured, voice still rough but laced with his own desire now. his grip on your waist grew firmer, his body enjoying waking up to the moment, to you. you had never been like this before, and it was a welcome change. 

you quickened your pace, the slickness between your legs making it easy to glide against him. each movement sent a new wave of heat coursing through you, the building pleasure making your thighs tremble. you couldn’t stop the sting of whines that left you at how good it felt, the sensations starting to become a little too much. his hand slipped under your shirt, large palm splayed against the small of your back, continuing to guide you as he helped you chase your release. 

the friction of his skin against your most sensitive spot was overwhelming, each roll of your hips bringing you closer to the edge that you so desperately desired. you pressed down harder, the pressure perfect as your pace grows more frantic; far from the steady pace you started with initially. your breath comes out in ragged gasps, and you can't focus on anything but the heat, the feeling of him beneath you, and the way he's letting you take what you need.

lewis’ other hand comes up, inked fingers brushing over your thigh, encouraging you without saying a word. his breathing had also changed, becoming heavier. you knew he was fully awake now, fully aware of the effect he's having on you.

"that's it," he murmured, his voice a low rumble which turned you on even further. "you're so close, aren't you love? barely been on my thigh for a few minutes and you’re already about to break,” he cooed, fingers squeezing your soft thigh, and his other hand gripped your hip tighter. 

you nodded frantically in response, unable to form words as you continued to grind your hips desperately against him. you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, the tightness building and building, the coil about to snap. it's almost unbearable. almost.

"come on, love," he whispered, his voice still husky from not being long awake.  he moved to sit himself up straighter— the movement adding more friction, which you whimpered at— and moved himself so his lips were ghosting your ear. "take it, take what you need,” he told you lowly, kissing the spot just below your ear. 

it’s all you needed to hear. with one final roll of your hips, you felt the tension snap, your release crashing over you in waves. your body shook, thighs trembling as you ground down against him, riding out the high. a breathless moan escaped you as you buried your face in the nape of his neck, your shaky hands gripping at his shoulders for support.

lewis’ hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, his calloused thumb traced lazy patterns on your skin as he let you come down from your high. he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering against your hair as your breathing had started to slow down to a more regular pace.

for a while, the only sound in the room was your inconsistent breathing, as the warmth of his body helped to ground you as you lay draped over him, completely spent.

"good morning to you, too," he chuckled softly, the vibration of his voice rumbling through his chest. you could feel the smile in his words, that familiar, easy confidence he always carries with him.

you lifted your head slightly to meet his gaze, your face flushed and hair tousled, but you couldn’t help but bashfully smile back at him. "sorry, I couldn't wait,” you whispered, as the shyness overtook you once more. 

he grinned at you, his eyes still half-lidded with sleep, but filled with that spark you know all too well. "hey, no complaints here," he murmured, before he pulled you closer for a slow, lazy kiss which you happily reciprocated. 

after pulling away, you lay rested against him, with his arms wrapped around you— you feel a sense of contentment settle over you. moments like these, when it was just the two of you, tangled up in each other, are the ones you cherished the most.