#Italian fan

[hazwqste]

the farcille moving castle

[frostedmagnolias]

Italian Fan

17th century

Pitti Palace

[kuro-ayameart]

Italian Miku inspired by Giacometta, a character of the Commedia dell'arte and a mask from Northen Italy.

[spectvs]

《 penso che un sogno così non ritorni mai più 》

happy sanremo to whoever celebrates! lucio corsi you won my heart

my art is on instagram too

[motherearthlovesus]

staying at theo nott’s over the summer

you’ve been staying at theo’s parents’ estate over the summer holidays for a few weeks now, it’s a huge house with not enough people to fill it. you don’t mind though since it gives you plenty of peace and privacy with your boyfriend. you knew he was rich but you had never known how rich until you arrived here. everyday had been almost the exact same routine, not that it bothered you. this was the most relaxed you’d been all year. the mornings were quiet and often spent picking fruit in their orchard or picking out the days book & matching bikini. his parents were gone most of the time, leaving theo cocky enough to try and fuck you in every corner of the house, inside and out. the tennis court, the pool, the couch, the sauna, the kitchen, the terrace, the garden and the kitchen. while you admired his (constant) efforts, all you could really muster up the energy to do was sunbathe by the pool with pansy. it was supposed to be your holiday too after all. the italian sun was giving you a gorgeous golden glow that made theo drool all over his dinner each night- which, luckily, his parents were too self-absorbed to ever notice. most nights after dessert you and theo go out to the pool house, where pansy and draco were staying, to share a joint or two. you giggle and laugh for hours into the night with smoke hanging thickly in the still summer air, until theo starts to see your red eyes droop - that’s when he knows it’s time to call it a night. he walks with you, hand in hand, up to the bedroom you’ve been sharing. he tucks you in, kisses you on the forehead and walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed. as he turns the tap on, the sound of steadily flowing water sends you off to a peaceful sleep, content to do it all again tomorrow.

🌞🍸🍊🌊 (moodboard link)

[janebroe]

Garfield hates Mondays because it means the Grand Prix weekend is over

[skullmercy]

dickie duck design ive been dwelling on, i miss her so...

bonus close up of her freckles bc theyre too faint in the main pic. V

[fresanita]

Angel Dust Turns Human pt6

"Alastor & Angels background 3"

Pg1 Pg2 Pg3 Pg4 Pg5

Originally this was part of pt5, but Tumblr doesn't allow more than 31 pics so☹️ Sorry it took awhile, I've been putting off positing this mainly cuz I've been busy w assignments and wanting to catch up w my hobbies💔 but I finally finished fall classes so YAYAYA🙂

Antoní is PLATONICALLY blushing bc he's flustered that someone would care enough to give him something in general🙂🫶!! He's thinking, 'Woah, a whole scarf! Omg, this is so sweet and kind!!' (NO ITS NOT IT'S THE BARE MINUMUM-). Also, sorry, Alastors shoulders kinda look less broad😓! Also, pg 15 (or 16?) Angel dust's cheeks look more pinchable than I remember lol🤭!

Anyways, we're finally kinda back to the present!😁 but uh-oh, Angel knows there'll be consequences eventually☹️ I feel like Alastor has only been saying Antoní, but I promise he'll have more dialogue in the next one😥!!! He just missed his little boy; he hasn't said that name in years!! Also, I should let it be known that Angel Dust's human form WILL be getting a haircut‼️ it may look aesthetically messy, but it's actually just clumped up hair!🤫

Again, sorry for the delay and hope you like pt6🙂🫶

Tag list: @diffidentphantom

[wejustvibing]

this interaction with a race marshal at monza 🥺🫶🏾

[gus-dix]

drew these right after watching the movie for the first time... it's a 2021 movie... it is now 2024... don't talk to me i'm embarrassed

do not erase the caption, use or rePOST my art (reblog ok)

[celebrityfanfictionblog]

Tales of Paul Sorvino

Chapter One: Sorvino’s Italian Adventure

Featuring actor, Paul Sorvino

In the summer of 2013, Mark Summers found himself at the luxurious Hotel Raito on Italy’s Amalfi Coast, a business trip that had unexpectedly aligned with the Giffoni Film Festival in nearby Salerno. At 34, Mark stood 6 feet tall with an athletic build, his light brown hair neatly styled, and a slender 7-inch cock that he carried with quiet confidence. It was late in the afternoon when he spotted Paul Sorvino lounging alone by the pool, a striking figure even at 74. The actor, known for his commanding presence, was 6’2” with a robust, stocky frame, his graying dark hair swept back, and a wide, hairy chest peeking out from beneath white swim trunks. Mark’s gaze lingered on that forest of hair, imagining his fingers tangled in it as he fantasized about fucking Paul’s fat, meaty ass.

Mark had seen Paul earlier that day, surrounded by festival attendees, but now the man was alone—no sign of his daughter or grandkids. Seizing the opportunity, Mark took a bold step. He claimed the lounge chair next to Paul and struck up a casual conversation. They traded small talk—weather, the hotel, the festival—until Paul turned the discussion personal.

“So, what do you do, Mark? You married?”

Mark leaned back, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “I’m single. I enjoy my lifestyle.”

Paul raised an eyebrow, his deep brown eyes narrowing slightly. “So you’re gay,” he said, more a statement than a question.

Mark didn’t flinch. “Yeah, I am. I enjoy men.” His tone was steady, unapologetic.

The conversation shifted gears after that, veering into their sex lives—mostly Mark’s. He could sense Paul’s curiosity piquing, the older man’s posture relaxing as he listened. Mark’s pulse quickened, his arousal building as he decided to push the envelope.

“Are you interested?” he asked, half-expecting a polite rejection.

Paul turned to him, his gaze steady and intense. “Yes.”

It was all the invitation Mark needed. Within minutes, they were in Mark’s hotel room, the door clicking shut behind them.

“Want a drink?” Mark offered, his voice casual despite the electricity buzzing between them.

“No,” Paul replied, leaning against the door, his broad frame filling the space.

Mark closed the distance, stepping between Paul’s legs. He ran his hands across that wide, hairy chest, feeling the coarse strands beneath his palms. Paul’s breathing hitched slightly—nervous, maybe, but not pulling away. Mark’s fingers trailed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Paul’s swim trunks to caress the curve of his thick, meaty ass. With a slow, deliberate tug, he peeled the trunks down from the rear, sinking to his knees as he worked them off completely.

Paul’s cock sprang free, and Mark’s breath caught. At 6.5 inches and cut, it was thick with a bulbous head, framed by a pair of heavy, low-hanging balls. Mark’s mouth watered at the sight. He wasted no time, wrapping his lips around the shaft and sucking gently at first, letting it grow harder in his mouth. Paul let out a deep, bear-like moan, his hands bracing against the door as Mark worked him—licking, sucking, entranced by the taste and heat of him. The actor’s rugged good looks and sheer masculinity fueled Mark’s hunger; he wanted to milk every drop Paul had to offer, to taste the cream brewing in those big balls. But he also wanted this to last. Reluctantly, he pulled back and led Paul to the bedroom.

Paul stretched out on the bed, his stocky frame sinking into the mattress. Mark started with slow strokes, his hand gliding over Paul’s thick cock as he leaned down to lick and suck at his nipples. The older man’s skin was warm, slightly salty with sweat, and Mark spread the bead of pre-cum leaking from Paul’s tip, slicking it over the head like lube. He kissed his way down Paul’s chest, leaving a wet trail of saliva until he reached that glorious cock again. Taking it deep, he swirled his tongue around the shaft, gagging slightly as Paul instinctively thrust into his throat. Mark pulled back, stroking the now-slick length as he planted more kisses on Paul’s lips and neck.

“Does your girlfriend ever suck you like that?” Mark teased, his voice low.

“Not like this,” Paul rasped, his breath uneven.

“Your girlfriend ever let you fuck her in the ass?”

“No.”

Mark grinned, reaching for his travel bag. He pulled out a condom and a small bottle of lube—thank God he’d packed them, never imagining he’d end up fucking Paul Sorvino. He slicked up his hole, then poured the rest over Paul’s cock, massaging it in until it glistened. Paul lay there, naked and hard, a mix of excitement and nerves flickering across his face.

“I’m going to take care of you,” Mark promised. He climbed on top, straddling Paul’s hips. With one hand, he guided that thick cock to his entrance; with the other, he tweaked Paul’s nipple. The moment the head made contact, Paul thrust upward, burying all 6.5 inches inside. Mark gasped—a loud, ragged sound that echoed in the room. Paul froze, wide-eyed.

“Shit, you okay?”

“Fuck me as hard as you want,” Mark growled, planting both hands on Paul’s hairy chest. He started bouncing, riding that dick with slow, deliberate thrusts. Paul’s eyes fluttered shut, moans rumbling from his throat as Mark took control.

The scent of Paul’s sweat filled the air, intoxicating, and Mark’s fingers roamed through that chest hair, tugging lightly as he sucked on Paul’s nipples. Pinching them hard, he drew out a sob of pleasure from the older man—years of vanilla sex with women hadn’t prepared Paul for this.

“You like my ass?” Mark asked, feeling Paul’s cock throb inside him.

“Oh God, yes!” Paul’s voice was strained, his hips bucking to meet Mark’s rhythm.

Their eyes locked—Paul’s lust-filled brown meeting Mark’s hungry gaze—and Mark leaned down to kiss him. Paul tensed at first, startled, then melted into it, kissing back with a fervor that stoked Mark’s desire higher. Tongues tangled, breaths mingled, and Paul’s cock pistoned in and out of Mark’s ass, the pace quickening. Their moans grew louder, a chaotic symphony that surely reached the next room, but neither cared. Paul’s body tensed, his thrusts erratic—he was close.

Suddenly, the older man took charge. With a grunt, he flipped Mark onto his stomach, pinning him to the bed. Grabbing Mark’s hip with one hand, he shoved his cock back inside, pounding furiously. The other hand slapped Mark’s ass, the sound sharp and primal.

“You like my cock, don’t you?” Paul snarled, his voice thick with dominance.

Pinned beneath him, Mark could only moan in response, taking every brutal thrust. Paul’s breathing grew ragged, his grunts animalistic as he fucked harder, faster. Mark felt the buildup, the tension coiling in Paul’s body.

“Here it comes!” Paul roared, and with a final, shuddering thrust, he unloaded, filling Mark’s ass with hot, thick ropes of cum.

The sensation pushed Mark to the edge, though he hadn’t touched himself.

Paul collapsed atop him, spent and heaving. Mark moaned softly, satisfied despite not finishing. They lay there, tangled and sweaty, until Paul eventually rolled off and shuffled to the bathroom for a quick shower. Mark watched that fat, glorious ass disappear behind the door, assuming this was a one-time fling. But as it turned out, he was gloriously wrong.

[mycherrycola]

three weeks after Rite Here Rite Now I still think about the fact that when it ended my husband (who I forced to go in blind to get his honest opinion on the band) turned to me, started to say something, but stopped himself and said, "no, I'll tell you when we get to the car". Once we got to the car he pulled out his phone, typed around a bit, and finally exclaimed triumphantly, "I KNEW it! He's Swedish."

And that was his only takeaway from the whole film

[spacey-llama]

wow guys i cant believe this is literally tedescos theme song

[eggydaxy]

This is what happens when you keep hyping up those mid ninja mime sequels btw

(context)

[motherearthlovesus]

italian summer nights w/ theo

🫒🥂🌛

[1-upboys]

🍝🍝🍝❤️💚