#.&marcello

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

What a difference 50 years makes juxtaposition of Lamborghini Bravo, 1974 & Lamborghini Bravo Marcello, 2024. The original Bravo was designed by Marcello Gandini (1938-2024) when he was head of design at Bertone. It was a proposal for a 2-seat entry-level Lamborghini to sit below the 2+2 Urraco. Independent designer Marco Maltese has updated the styling in tribute to Gandini who passed away earlier this year. His proposal would be based on the Aventador using that car's V12 engine

Marco Maltese on instagram

[highvolumetal]

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow , Vittorio De Sica , 1963.

[avintageproject]

Sophia Loren walking on the streets of Naples is a genre of its own.

[pedropascal24-7]

[the-offside-rule]

Marcello Hernandez (SNL) - The Tour

Requested: I JUST SAW SOMEONE SAY THEY NEEDED MARCELLO HERNANDEZ IMAGINES AND I AGREE

Prompt: Marcello Hernandez x singer!reader

Warnings: nope

The atmosphere was electric as the sun began to set over the city, casting a warm glow over the arena. Y/N’s opening night was finally here, and Marcello could hardly contain his excitement. He stood backstage, a bundle of nerves and pride, knowing that his girlfriend was about to take the stage. As Y/N warmed up her vocals, Marcello peeked through the curtains, watching her. Her focus and determination radiated from her as she effortlessly hit each note, and he couldn’t help but admire her talent. She was a star, and tonight was her night. "Marcello!" She squealed as she saw him through the mirror. Her camera crew for her tour documentary turned to film him walking towards her. He approached her, heart racing, and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“Hey, baby.” He whispered, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. She turned, her eyes lighting up as she smiled. “This is the inspirarion behidn your favourite songs. This face right here.” She beamed as she looked into the camera, turning to plant a kiss on his cheek and leaving a lipstick stain on his skin. “I was worried you wouldn’t make it.” She said as he linked his fingers through hers.

“What made you think that? You literally wrote the whole tracklist about me.” He replied, holding her gaze. “Grammy incoming.” He grinned. They shared a sweet moment, knowing the journey they had both taken to get here. After a few more encouraging words, Marcello reluctantly pulled away, knowing she had to get ready. “I’ll be in the tent.” He said, feeling a mix of anticipation and pride. “Okay, I love you.”

As he made his way to the VIP area, he was greeted by fans excited to see him. “Marcello! Can we give you something?” A group of enthusiastic fans handed him colourful friendship bracelets, each one more vibrant than the last. Others offered him small gifts; handwritten notes, a keychain, and even a little plushie. He accepted them graciously, touched by their kindness. “Thank you so much! This means a lot.” He said, flashing them his trademark smile. Their support for Y/N, and their kindness to him made him really settle in. There were a lot of fans who didn't think Marcello and Y/N were a good pairing, no matter how much she sang about him,no how how much she posted about him, no matter how she said she loved him, they didn't like it, but it was moments like this; getting these gifts that made it all go away.

Settling into the VIP tent, Marcello’s heart raced as the lights dimmed. The crowd erupted into cheers, and he could barely contain his own excitement as Y/N stepped onto the stage, glowing under the spotlight. The music kicked in, and he found himself captivated by her performance. All throughout the show, he felt eyes on him, fans recording his every reaction. He watched her sing her heart out, and every time she pointed to him, a rush of warmth spread through him, turning his cheeks a shade of crimson. He couldn’t help but smile; their connection was palpable, and the audience could see it. Despite whispers and opinions from those who thought she could do better, it didn’t matter. Y/N was happy, and that was all he cared about.

As the concert neared its climax, Marcello’s heart raced with excitement and nerves. He knew he wanted to be right there for her when she finished. Just before the final song, he slipped out of the VIP tent and made his way to the side stage, wanting to be ready to catch her when she came off. The final song ended, and the crowd erupted into thunderous applause. Y/N took a moment, soaking it all in, and then, with her heart full, she spotted him. Their eyes locked, and the world around them faded away. She ran off the stage, a beaming smile on her face, and Marcello opened his arms wide.

As she reached him, they embraced tightly, the adrenaline of the night still coursing through them. “You were incredible!” He exclaimed, holding her close. “I couldn’t see you in the tent for that last song! I got so worried!” She said, pulling back to look into his eyes, her expression filled with gratitude and love.

Hand in hand, they walked away from the stage together, the cheers of her fans echoing behind them. In that moment, nothing else mattered. They were happy, and they had each other.

[tau1tvec]

Summer 2012, Willow Creek.

[embracemuscle]

Masculinity. Muscle on display. Roid slut.

[heythere-mel]

✨them✨

[manderley]

Marcello Mastroianni & Jacques Perrin in Family Diary (1962)

[pepi1989]

Behind the Curtains - Marcello Hernandez

The buzz of excitement at Saturday Night Live was in full swing, and you couldn’t help but smile as you watched Marcello go through his sketches backstage. He was always so focused, rehearsing his lines with that signature humor of his that made you fall for him in the first place. He was hilarious, of course, but there was something about watching him get serious for a second, totally wrapped up in his craft, that drove you wild.

You were tucked away in a small corner behind the stage, near the curtains that separated the backstage chaos from the magic that happened in front of the cameras. You knew it was a risk being here, but the adrenaline of the night made everything feel heightened. The hustle, the chatter, the energy, it all swirled around you, but your eyes were locked on Marcello.

He caught your gaze for a second. A sly smile crept onto his face, and he gave you a playful wink before turning his attention back to his script. But then, without a word, he tossed his script to one of the stagehands and made his way toward you. Your heart raced as he approached, that mischievous glint in his eye growing stronger with each step.

Without warning, Marcello grabbed your hand and pulled you behind the curtain, into a small, dimly lit space where no one could see.

“You know you’re trouble, right?” he whispered, his lips hovering just inches from yours, teasing you.

You smirked, feeling your breath catch. “You started it,” you shot back, feeling the pull between you two grow stronger with every second.

He didn’t respond with words this time. Instead, Marcello leaned in, his lips crashing against yours, soft but hungry. The moment his mouth met yours, it was like everything else faded away, the noise of the crew, the pressure of the live show, it all disappeared. All that mattered was him, and the way his hands gently cradled your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks.

Your back pressed against the wall as his kisses deepened, his breath warm and fast against your skin. You could feel the passion behind every kiss, a mix of playfulness and intensity that made your head spin. He kissed you like he’d been waiting all night for this, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer, as though he couldn’t get enough.

There was a moment where you broke apart just long enough to catch your breath, his forehead resting against yours. Marcello’s lips were slightly swollen, and the way his eyes locked onto yours, full of warmth and a hint of amusement, made your stomach flutter.

“You’re so distracting,” he whispered with a grin, though his hands stayed firmly on your waist, clearly not wanting to let go just yet.

You let out a small laugh, your fingers playing with the hem of his jacket. “I’m not the one who pulled you back here.”

“Couldn’t help it,” he muttered, his lips brushing against yours again, teasing. “I needed my good luck kiss before the show.”

“Oh, this is for good luck, huh?” you teased, leaning in for another kiss, softer this time, but just as sweet. His arms tightened around you, keeping you close as if time didn’t exist and there wasn’t a live audience waiting just beyond the curtain.

For a few more moments, it was just the two of you, hidden away from the world, your kisses growing slower but just as meaningful. The rush of the night, the pressure of his performance, all of it melted away in this small, stolen moment.

Finally, he pulled back, his hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his smile soft and full of affection. “I should probably get back,” he whispered, though he made no move to leave.

“Yeah,” you replied, even though you both knew neither of you wanted this to end just yet.

One last kiss, tender and lingering, before Marcello finally pulled away, giving you that heart-melting grin of his. “Meet me after the show?”

“Only if you kill it out there,” you teased, nudging him playfully.

“I always do,” he said with a wink, before slipping back into the chaos of the SNL set, leaving you behind the curtain with a smile on your lips and the lingering taste of his kiss.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Lancia Stratos HF Stradale, 1976, by Bertone. A the London Concours this week, the road-going version of Lancia's Ferrari-engined rally car. Whenever I see one of these cars in the flesh I'm always impressed by how compact they are

[hws-lceland]

Stupid ass.

[youngpsichichugemuscle]

[classicfilmsource]

Divorzio all'italiana (Divorce Italian Style) 1961 | Pietro Germi

[sarahskywalker-amidala]

Does anyone else feel like the fandoms they’re in are kind of dead cause there’s no new fics or updates? Like pls come back😭

[firstprinced]

Emily in Paris Rome S4E9