#frank romano

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Ben Cooper Halloween costumes artwork by Frank Romano

[hellonerf]

ame had a good meeting!

alternatively:

[ashleybenlove]

I really want Jay and America to have cameos in the live action HTTYD.

(And also: Dean, Cressida, and Chris.)

Pander to ME, Dreamworks.

[sunnixsunshine]

Back in 2014 or 2015 when I still used facebook I uploaded allllll my favorite hetalia fanart into my gallery like a stupid fucking thief and what I did not know or understand at that time was one of those uncredited gerita arts I uploaded was a blowjob, again I was about 15/16 years old, i just did not know it was porn, and I dont know my facebook login or my yahoo email login anymore so I cannot take that down. Anyway this took me 4 hours—

[selcouth2013]

oc jumpscare pt 2

[abs0luteb4stard]

W ⚠️ T C H I N G

I couldn't wait to rewatch these without the stupid Disney and BKN corner logos in every episode... that's right, I officially got the DVD.

No more bootleg, sketchy VHS quality glitchy skippy, choppy commercials bullshit. 🥰

There's no frills or features, sadly. But it's good to see a very "emotional comfort" show in better quality than I have seen them in 20+ years.

[sodascherrycola]

Courtney Valentina Lucia Iero (nee Romano)

DOB: February 19th 1981 Age: 43 years old Nicknames: Court, Val, Nini Instagram: @courtiero

Parents: Angelo and Camilla Romano Siblings: Vincent, Nicholas, Adrianna, and Danielle S/O: Frank Iero Jr. Married: March 25th 2005 (24 years old) Hometown: Middletown, New Jersey Nicknames: Court, Val, Nini Best Friend(s): Taylor Way, Sabrina Way, and Pamela Rossi Job: Forensic Psychologist Personality Traits: Bold, Funny, Intelligent, and Stubborn

Children: Ryan Antonio Isaac Iero (20, 2001) Sarah Maria Wren Iero (22, 2003) Hailey Milania Amelia Iero (25, 2006) Brooklyne Angelina Kaitlin & Rosalie Bianca Jennifer Iero (27, 2008) Gabriella Giana Jade Iero (30, 2011) Lucy Audrianna Summer Iero (32, 2013) Benjamin Giovanni Max Iero (39, 2020)

Appearance: - Brown Hair with Highlights - Brown Eyes - Classic Jersey Girl Hair and Makeup - Loves her classy yet casual outfits more than dressing up

[ananicoleta]

for anyone who wishes to know all the actors' names and who they played we have:

- top row (left to right)

Don Messick (Hamton J. Pig)

Candi Milo (Sweety Pie)

Frank Welker (Furrball Cat, Gogo Dodo, Calamity Coyote, Little Beeper, Byron Basset etc.)

Gail Matthius (Shirley the Loon)

- middle row (left to right)

Maurice LaMarche (Dizzy Devil)

Charlie Adler (Buster Bunny)

Danny Cooksey (Montana Max)

Tress MacNeille (Babs Bunny)

Joe Alaskey (Plucky Duck)

Kath Soucie (Fifi La Fume & Lil' Sneezer)

- bottom row (left to right)

Andrea Romano (voice director)

Cree Summer (Elmyra Duff & Mary Melody)

Tom Ruegger (creator of the show)

The picture below is the closest we’ll probably ever get to a cast photo for Fallout 1, it’s the voice actors for Tiny Toon Adventures (and a couple other people in the production). If you want to play a little game, see how many of the people you can recognize who went on to Fallout 1 before I tell you:

There’s five VAs in total in FO1: Frank Welker (3rd person in top row) Charlie Adler (2nd person in middle row), Tress MacNeille (4th person, middle), Kath Soucie (6th middle), and Cree Summer (2nd person in bottom row).

It always amuses me that at least half, or maybe even more of the cast of the first 2 Fallouts would be and still mostly are associated with kids cartoons, and then in Fallout they put in some of the best goddamn performances in their entire decades-long careers… but since the first 2 Fallouts are still relatively niche, it goes kind of unnoticed.

Not to diminish their work on “kids cartoons”, of course, I don’t mean to scoff at it, they can come with their own challenges! My point is the voice acting in FO1 and 2, but especially 1, is highly underrated and should be brought up more in discussions around good voice acting in games.

[vintage-halloween]

Frank Romano ~ Longtime costume design artist for Ben Cooper.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Lines of Blood (Mafia! Frank Castle)

Summary: You back Frank up in a decision to burn down the enemy

WC: 972ish

Warnings: N/A, Mafia Au

Read on Ao3!

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The underground casino was thick with tension, cigarette smoke clouding the air as laughter and whispered deals filled the room. You leaned against a corner wall, scanning the scene through the haze. Mafia life was all you had ever known, and in the past few months, you'd found yourself deeper than ever. But tonight was different—Frank Castle was here.

Frank had started as just another enforcer for the family, but he was on his way up. He wasn’t like the others—hot-headed or overly ambitious. Frank was smart, controlled, and deadly when he had to be. You’d crossed paths with him on more than a few jobs, but recently, you’d found yourself gravitating toward him more often. There was something about him that you couldn’t shake—something that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, he could get out of this life.

But now, standing at the center of the room, Frank’s jaw was clenched tight as the underbosses bickered over the latest move—an all-out war against the Romano family. You could see it in his eyes: the weight of it, the doubts they were too blind to notice.

“You’re out of your mind,” Frank said, cutting through their chatter like a knife. He stood, arms crossed, his imposing presence making the other men shift in their seats.

“It’s a power grab, Frank,” one of the underbosses, Johnny, piped up. “We take out the Romanos, we control the docks, the east side, everything.”

Frank shot him a look that could kill. “You don’t just ‘take out’ the Romanos. You go after them, they’ll come for everyone.”

You watched from your spot, silently agreeing with him. The Romanos were brutal, and they had a reputation for making examples of anyone who crossed them. This wasn’t a move to take lightly.

Before anyone could respond, you pushed off the wall and stepped forward. “Frank’s right. This isn’t just a turf war. You go after them, you better be prepared for a bloodbath.”

Johnny sneered at you. “Oh, what? Now you’re siding with him?”

You crossed your arms, not backing down. “I’m siding with common sense.”

Frank glanced at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He wasn’t the kind of guy to ask for backup, but you knew your words carried weight with him. He turned back to the table, his voice cold and measured. “We need more than muscle if we’re going after them. This isn’t a simple hit. We’re talking about taking down an entire operation.”

“And you’re the expert now, Castle?” Johnny shot back, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Frank didn’t flinch, his gaze locked on Johnny. “I’m the guy who’s gonna clean up your mess when it all goes to hell.”

The room went silent, the tension thick enough to choke on. You could see the shift in the other underbosses’ eyes—Frank was right, and they knew it. But pride was a dangerous thing in this business, and no one wanted to be the first to admit they were in over their heads.

“You’ve got another idea, Castle?” one of the quieter men finally asked, his voice hesitant.

Frank took a breath, his broad shoulders rising and falling. “We don’t rush into this. We need intel—real intel. Not just rumors. We get people on the inside, figure out their weak points, and we hit them where it hurts. But we don’t move until we’re ready.”

Johnny scoffed, but the others seemed to be listening. You saw your moment and stepped up beside Frank, arms crossed. “He’s right. I know people. We can get information. But if you go in blind, you’re gonna end up dead.”

Johnny stared at both of you, his face a mix of anger and frustration. “I hope you’re joking,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

Frank’s jaw tightened. “Does it look like I’m joking?”

Johnny looked like he wanted to argue, but he bit his tongue, muttering curses as he turned away. The rest of the room began to murmur in agreement, and it was clear the tide had shifted. Frank’s plan was the only one that made sense.

As the men began to file out of the room, discussing the next steps, you lingered behind with Frank. He stood there, hands on his hips, eyes fixed on the door as if he were already planning the next move. You watched him for a moment, admiring the way he handled himself—calm, strong, and never backing down.

“You know, you didn’t have to back me up like that,” Frank said, his voice quieter now that the others were gone.

You shrugged, smirking slightly. “I wasn’t backing you up. I was backing common sense.”

He turned to look at you, that faint glimmer of something softer flickering behind his dark eyes. “Either way, I appreciate it.”

You met his gaze, feeling the weight of everything that was left unsaid between you. There was a bond forming here, in the middle of all this chaos—a trust that went deeper than just business.

“You know,” you said, stepping closer to him, “if we pull this off, we could change everything.”

Frank raised an eyebrow, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “You saying you’re in this for the long haul?”

You tilted your head, smirking. “Depends. You gonna be able to keep up with me, Castle?”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I think I’ll manage.”

For a brief moment, in the quiet of the room, with the world outside preparing for war, it felt like maybe—just maybe—you and Frank Castle could carve out a future in a world full of violence. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, but with Frank at your side, you had a feeling you could take on anything.

And for now, that was enough.

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tags!

EVERYTHING PERM: @nekoannie-chan @kjs-s @notyourtypicalrose @mistressofallthingsgeeky MARVEL PERM: @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @late-to-the-party-81 @capsthot @kenzieam @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes

FRANK CASTLE: @hallecarey1

[manygeese]

Video games I think the Seven would like

These are all games that I have played 👍

Percy-> Dadish. Loves the dialogue. Gets Annabeth to do several levels for him, and if she can’t do it, they ask Nico. Does dances to the soundtrack when he thinks he’s alone. Beat Hot Dog in one try and won’t shut up about it.

Annabeth-> Sims 4. Spends hours just making the characters and whole days making the houses. Makes Pinterest boards for her landscaping + decorating. When she’s frustrated with somebody, she makes them as a sim, puts them in the pool, and removes the ladder. Prints out screenshots of their death and tapes it to the person in question’s door.

Jason-> Spiritfarer. Guy loves his feels. When he first finished Alice’s quest line, he walked around the whole day like a kicked puppy and everybody was like “what’s wrong?” And he just goes “my hedgehog died” and breaks down in the middle of the dining hall. He finishes Elena’s quest the fastest and it gives him deja vu.

Piper-> Chants of Sennaar. Likes the connection of cultures aspect of the game. Makes it through the Abbey, Fortress, and Garden easy peasy, but when she gets into the Galleries, she gets really fucking scared of the monster (just like me for real). She gets Annabeth to do that part for her and Leo laughs at her and offers to do it but gets killed immediately. She laughs at him. She keeps Annabeth and Leo around for moral support.

Leo-> Slime Rancher. Does a stupid southern accent every time he plays it around other people. Goes “yeehaw” every ten seconds. Ends everyday by partying with his fire slimes because he reprogrammed them so they wouldn’t hurt him. Has no clue what the story is about because he doesn’t read a single letter and just goes with the flow.

Hazel-> Papa’s Freezeria. Makes it a point to memorize the basics of every customer’s order. Vocalizes her frustrations out loud when she gets a grade less than 100% on building. “What do you mean, Bruna Romano? Did I not put enough godforsaken bananas on your freaking sundae?” Hates the Rico’s Chiliworks minigame. Loves the Breakfast Blast minigame.

Frank-> Stardew Valley. Avoids the mines because they kind of scare him. Asks Hazel to do it for him but she’s scared of them too, so they ask Leo. They have five chests full of ore and are forty levels down after thirty minutes. Frank tries to be friends with everyone EXCEPT Pierre because Piper told him he was an asshole. Marries Maru every time.

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[emiliosandozsequence]

the borgias 2.03 / the crown of love by john everett millais / autobiography of a yogi, paramahansa yogananda / the borgias 3.04 / pine to sound, nancy kuhl / the lovers, giulio romano / half-light: collected poems, 'elegy, frank bidart / the borgias 3.09 / aucassin and nicolette by marianne stokes / penelope’s song, louise glück / the borgias 3.03 / civil service, claire schwartz / power politics, 'he shifts from east to west', margaret atwood / the borgias 3.02 / illustration from the mabinogion by alan lee / the selected plays of hélène cixous, 'the perjured city', hélène cixous / the borgias 3.10 / bone, yrsa daley-ward

[youroriginalsublimecupcakestuff]

While at first romano cohabitation with america was rough to say the least, they begun to get along helped by lithuania, Ireland as well as the italian american celebrity like James Dean and Frank Sinatra that they both love which was also helped because america really love romano cooking.

Of course romano have to move back to italy but they become pen pals, regaling the others of story about their life like the time that France tried to teach england how to cook, the time when a drunk england ended up in spanish jail when he was vacationing in england, the time when the Bad Touch Trio organized a flash dance or the great bird War.

So after many whinning from america but also veneziano, spain and even belgium they convainced romano to come to the world meeting in New york , america was so excited planned so many things even invited lithuania and Ireland to hang out.

He was like a puppy, so enthusiastic and energetic but then they went to an italian restaurant and a serie of insults in really fast italian make him know exactly what he though then the next day at the world meeting everyone was gossiping because of england black's eyes and an angry romano with a bag full of grocery stormed to his house to have him eat authentic italian food, it was delicious he even got a date out of it with romano pretending that it was to salvage his poor taste that was ruined by the english bastard.

[georgiapeach30513]

The Flowers of Waverley Road Masterslist

Magnus Romano is a fierce leader of the biggest Mafia family in Boston.  And deep outside of the negotiating and the city he has remained to keep his daughters hidden.  But continues to use them as a bargaining agent.  Each daughter has their own journey and story.  Each daughter has their own tests and heartbreak.  And each daughter is fiercely loyal to each other.  His pretty little flowers.  His major point of bribery.  But they’re not as delicate as Magnus thinks that they are, or as stupid.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Everything in this World Masterlist - August Walker X Orchid

Words for the Broken Heart Masterlist - Nick Fowler X Lotus

The Day My Life is Through Masterlist - Jax Teller X Dahlia

That You’ll Be Mine Masterlist - Ari Levinson X Violet

You Can Have It All - Frank Adler X Lavender

A/N:  this is a mafia AU, and will feature themes of violence, arranged marriage, running away, neediness, D/s dynamics, lies, schemes, and conspiracy.  Please read ALL warnings before proceeding.  And as always minors DNI.

[persepolisph]

ULTIMA CARTA DE PIZARNIK A SILVINA OCAMPO.

Tristísimo día en que te telefoneé para no escuchar sino voces espúreas, indignas, originarias de criaturas que los hacedores de golems hacían frente a los espejos.

Pero vos, mi amor, no me desmemories. Vos sabés cuánto y sobre todo sufro. Acaso las dos sepamos que te estoy buscando. Sea como fuere, aquí hay un bosque musical para dos niñas fieles: S. y A.

Escribime, la muy querida. Necesito de la bella certidumbre de tu estar aquí, aquí abajo; sin embargo, yo traduzco sin ganas, mi asma es impresionante (para festejarme descubrí que a Martha le molesta el ruido de mi respiración de enferma). ¿Por qué, Silvina adorada, cualquier mierda respira bien y yo me quedo encerrada y soy Fedra y soy Ana Frank?

El sábado, en Bécquar, corrí en moto y choqué. Me duele todo (no me dolería si me tocaras –y esto no es una frase zalamera). Como no quise alarmar a los de la casa, nada dije. Me eché al sol. Me desmayé pero por suerte nadie lo supo. Me gusta contarte estas gansadas porque sólo vos me las escuchás. ¿Y tu libro? El mío acaba de salir. Formato precioso. Te lo envío a Posadas 1650, quien, por ser amante de Quintana, se lo transmitirá entre escogencia y escogencia.

Les envié así un cuaderniyo venezolano con un no sé qué de degutante [desagradable] (como dicen Ellos). Pero que te editen en 15 días.

Oh Sylvette, si estuvieras. Claro es que te besaría una mano y lloraría, pero sos mi paraíso perdido. Vuelto a encontrar y perdido. Al carajo los greco-romanos. Yo adoro tu cara. Y tus piernas y tus manos que llevan a la casa del recuerdo-sueños, urdida en un más allá del pasado verdadero.

Silvine, mi vida (en el sentido literal) le escribí a Adolfito para que nuestra amistad no se duerma. Me atreví a rogarle que te bese (poco: 5 o 6 veces) de mi parte y creo que se dio cuenta de que te amo sin fondo. A él lo amo pero es distinto, vos sabés, ¿no? Además lo admiro y es tan dulce y aristocrático y simple. Pero no es vos. Te dejo: me muero de fiebre y tengo frío. Quisiera que estuvieras desnuda, a mi lado, leyendo tus poemas en voz viva. Sylvette, pronto te escribiré. Sylv, yo sé lo que es esta carta. Pero te tengo confianza mística. Además la muerte tan cercana a mí, tan lozana, me oprime. Sylvette, no es una calentura, es un re-conocimiento infinito de que sos maravillosa, genial y adorable. Haceme un lugarcito en vos, no te molestaré. Pero te quiero, oh no imaginás cómo me estremezco al recordar tus manos que jamás volveré a tocar si no te complace puesto que ya lo ves lo sexual es un “tercero” por añadidura. En fin, no sigo. Les mando los 2 librejos de poemas póstumos –cosa seria—. Te beso como yo sé, a la rusa (con variantes francesas y de Córcega). O no te beso sino que te saludo, según tus gustos, como quieras.

Me someto. Siempre dije no para un día decir mejor sí.

Sylvette, sos la única. Pero es necesario decirlo: nunca encontrarás a nadie como yo. Y eso lo sabés (todo). Y ahora estoy llorando. Sylvette, curame, ayudame, no es posible ser tamaña supliciada, Sylvette, curame, no hagas que tenga que morir, ya…

Tuya:

Alejandra.