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

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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

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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.”

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

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been ia for a while but hi guys!!!

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Young James Caan.

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im in love with a dying man..

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

SANTINO MY BELOVED 😩😩😩

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

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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 😶😐

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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.

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I am good. I am loved.

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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!"