#gangster music

[lackadaisycats]

Liquid Gold is live!

Music by PARANOiD DJ, featuring Michael Kovach, Lisa Reimold, and Belsheber Rusape. Motion graphics by Ashley Nichols!

Here's some artwork @kare-valgon , @donagotchi , @artsyfeathersartsyblog and I did for the video.

[ducktracy]

a short placing heavy emphasis on Hungarian Rhapsody No. II is a rite of passage for golden age cartoons. Bugs Bunny did it! Tom and Jerry did it! Daffy and Donald! but one thing Woody Woodpecker has above the competition is that he is held hostage by a group of gangsters and is forced to entertain, lest he get executed. amazing

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Fred Astaire (Top Hat, Shall We Dance, Easter Parade)—no propaganda submitted

Paul Muni (Scarface)—no propaganda submitted

This is round 1 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

[toomuchsugar-hill]

DD OSAMA: “coming home late”

Xreader fanfiction (all characters are 18 years and over)

The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each sound louder and more grating as the minutes dragged on. You sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your lap and your phone clutched tightly in your hand. It was almost 2 a.m., and DD Osama still wasn’t home.

This wasn’t the first time he’d stayed out late, but tonight felt different. He hadn’t answered your texts or calls, and the sinking feeling in your chest grew heavier with every passing minute.

You tried to rationalize it. Maybe he was stuck in the studio or handling something important. But the anxiety gnawed at you, and frustration bubbled just beneath the surface.

When you finally heard the jangle of keys at the door, your heart jumped. The door creaked open, and DD stepped inside, his hoodie pulled low over his face, and the faint smell of smoke clinging to his clothes.

“You’re just now getting home?” you snapped, your voice sharper than you intended.

He froze, clearly not expecting you to be awake. “Damn, you still up?”

“Of course I’m still up,” you said, standing from the couch. “You didn’t answer my calls, you didn’t text back. I was worried about you, DD!”

He sighed, running a hand over his face as he closed the door behind him. “Chill, ma. I’m here now, ain’t I?”

“Don’t ‘chill’ me,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “Do you know what time it is? Where were you?”

The Argument———

DD dropped his keys on the counter and leaned against it, his jaw tightening. “I was out handling business. You already know how it is.”

“Business?” you repeated, your voice rising. “It’s always business with you. You don’t think I deserve to know where you are or what you’re doing?”

“You don’t need to know everything I do,” he said defensively, his tone laced with irritation.

“That’s not the point, and you know it!” you said, stepping closer to him. “I’m not asking for a play-by-play of your life. I’m asking for basic respect, DD. A text, a call—something to let me know you’re okay.”

He shook his head, his frustration evident. “It’s not that simple, my heart. You know what kind of life I live. Sometimes I can’t just stop and send a text.”

“And I’m supposed to be okay with that?” you asked, your voice trembling. “I’m supposed to sit here and wait all night, wondering if you’re safe, if you’re even coming home?”

DD’s face softened for a moment, but his pride wouldn’t let him fully back down. “I’m doing this for us. Everything I do out there is for you, for our future.”

You scoffed, tears pricking your eyes. “What future, DD? A future where I’m constantly worried about losing you? Where I’m the last thing on your mind?”

His silence was deafening.

______

Without waiting for a response, you turned and walked to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You sat on the edge of the bed, your head in your hands as tears slipped down your cheeks.

You hated fighting with him. You knew his life wasn’t easy, and you tried your best to be understanding. But nights like this made it hard to ignore the fear that one day he might not come home at all.

DD stayed in the kitchen for a while, the weight of your words sinking in. He hated seeing you upset, hated knowing he was the cause of your pain. But he didn’t know how to make it better—not when the life he lived demanded so much from him.

After a while, he pushed off the counter and made his way to the bedroom. The door creaked open, and he saw you sitting on the bed, your back to him.

“My heart,” he said softly, stepping inside.

“Don’t,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He paused, his chest tightening. “I know you’re mad, and you got every right to be. But I can’t let you go to bed like this.”

You didn’t respond, your silence cutting deeper than any words could.

Making It Right——-

DD crossed the room and sat down beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. He reached out, his hand brushing against yours, but you pulled away.

“I don’t want to talk right now,” you said, your voice shaky.

“Then don’t talk,” he said gently. “Just listen.”

You hesitated but didn’t move, allowing him to continue.

“I know I mess up sometimes,” he admitted, his voice low. “I know I don’t always do things the way you want me to. But I need you to know that you’re my everything. You’re my heart, my reason for doing all this.”

He reached out again, this time cupping your cheek and turning your face toward him. His eyes searched yours, filled with a vulnerability he rarely showed.

“I’m trying, ma. I swear I am. I just… I don’t know how to be anything else but this. But I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you. To make you feel safe.”

Your resolve began to crack, the sincerity in his voice breaking through the walls you’d built around your heart.

“You can’t just say that, DD,” you said quietly. “You have to show me.”

“I will,” he promised, leaning closer. “Starting right now.”

______

He pressed his lips to yours, slow and deliberate, as if trying to convey everything he couldn’t put into words. His hand slipped to your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap.

“Let me make it up to you,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough but tender.

You wanted to stay mad, to hold onto your anger and prove a point. But the way his hands moved, gentle yet possessive, made it impossible to resist him.

“DD…” you whispered, but he silenced you with another kiss, his lips trailing down your neck in a way that sent shivers through your body.

“This ain’t just for me,” he said, his voice a mix of apology and desire. “It’s for you. Because you’re my heart, and I can’t lose you.”

His hands roamed your body, his touch igniting a fire that made you forget, at least for the moment, all the frustration and fear.

The Morning After—-

When you woke the next morning, the first thing you noticed was the way DD’s arm was draped over your waist, holding you close. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.

You turned your head to look at him, his face relaxed in sleep. For all his bravado and toughness, there was a softness to him in moments like this that reminded you why you stayed.

As if sensing your gaze, his eyes fluttered open, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Morning, my heart.”

“Morning,” you replied softly.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You still mad at me?”

“A little,” you admitted, though your tone was lighter.

“I’ll take that,” he said with a chuckle, pulling you closer. “But I’m serious about what I said last night. I’m gonna do better—for you, for us.”

You nodded, hope flickering in your chest. “You better.”

“I will,” he promised, his eyes holding yours. “Because you’re worth it.”

The road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but in that moment, wrapped in his arms, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you could weather the storm together.

I’ll write the smut scene too if you want <3

[mellonhead58]

It will never not be funny that in The Sopranos

Goodfellas (1990) is a movie that the main characters have seen

At least five major characters in The Sopranos also acted in Goodfellas, and four of them were named characters

nobody ever acknowledges the fact that this media, precious to them as the Holy Bible, features people with striking resemblances to people they personally know

[donotdestroy]

“Be an individual, work hard, study, get your mind straight, and trust nobody.”

— Tupac Shakur

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

Jay-Z released his tenth album American Gangster November 6, 2007

[dontspillthefrijoles43]

Incorrect hoo quotes#12

Leo: *Rapping word for word hardcore 90s gangster songs*

Breisa:…Leo, do you have any idea what you’re saying?

Leo: All I know is I’m that guy!

Breisa:….

Breisa: Do you even know who that guy is—

[originalhaffigaza]

[akkivee]

idk if i ever got around to just commenting how strange it was that juto and rei swapped palettes in their bp outfits but it’s strange that they did lol and now we got juto straight up wearing his blazer the way rei wears his fur coat in the mtc album art

and now i’m really wondering if there was more to those duos in the block party lol

[vaggieslefteye]

POISON ↳ from Hazbin Hotel Season One (2024): 1x04 - "Masquerade"

[tilbageidanmark]

Pete & Bass, via The Dor Brothers

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

That’s my third college production in the books :))) gonna miss Drowsy a lot

[toomuchsugar-hill]

GAMES GAMES GAMES•••

DdotxStreamer!reader

The Twitch chat was on fire, comments flying faster than you could read them. It was supposed to be a chill gaming stream, but nothing was ever chill when Ddot was involved. He was sitting next to you, controller in hand, his signature smug smirk already grating on your nerves.

“Yo, chat, y’all see how she just folded again?” Ddot said, leaning back in his chair like he owned the place. His New York accent made every word drip with attitude, and you rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t get stuck.

“I didn’t fold. The game glitched,” you snapped, readjusting your headset.

“Glitched?” He leaned forward, pointing at the screen. “Nah, that was you missin’ your shots. You wild trash for real.”

The chat exploded with laughter, spamming crying emojis and “L streamer” comments.

“Say that again and watch what happens,” you said, shooting him a glare.

“Oh, you big mad now?” he teased, his grin widening. “Aight, chat, let’s place bets. How long before she rage quits? I’m giving her, like, five minutes.”

“I don’t rage quit,” you said through clenched teeth, gripping your controller tighter.

“You sure? ’Cause last week, you threw your controller so hard it almost hit the monitor,” he shot back, his accent dragging the words out just enough to make them sting.

“That was your fault,” you retorted. “You wouldn’t stop running your mouth.”

“Aw, don’t blame me ’cause you can’t keep up,” he said, his tone as cocky as ever.

The chat was eating it up, spamming “W Ddot” and “She’s gonna snap fr”. You could feel your blood pressure rising, but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing you crack.

“Alright, that’s it,” you said, slamming your controller onto the desk. “We’re taking a break. I’m not about to sit here and let you disrespect me on my own stream.”

“Break? We just started,” Ddot said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, well, I’m done,” you snapped, standing up and tugging off your headset.

Before you could storm off, Ddot reached out and grabbed your wrist. “Yo, come here,” he said, his voice lower now, but still dripping with that unmistakable New York edge.

“What?!” you hissed, trying to shake him off, but he stood up, pulling you off-camera.

The Twitch chat erupted in chaos:

“OMG WHAT’S HAPPENING??”

“BRB SCREEN?!?”

“HE REALLY GRABBED HER LOL”

Around the corner, away from the camera, you found yourself pressed against the wall, Ddot standing so close you could feel the heat radiating off him.

“Yo, why you always gotta act out in front of the stream?” he asked, his tone sharp but quieter than before.

“Act out? You’re the one who keeps talking smack!” you shot back, glaring up at him.

“Yeah, ’cause it’s funny. But you be takin’ it too far, like you tryna prove somethin’,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “What’s your deal?”

“My deal is you thinking you can just talk to me any kind of way and get away with it,” you snapped.

He tilted his head, his smirk returning. “Oh, so that’s what it is? You just mad ’cause I got you all riled up.”

“I’m not riled up!”

“Yeah, you are,” he said, his tone smooth now, the words rolling off his tongue in that signature New York drawl. “You always get like this when I’m around. What’s that about, huh?”

Your cheeks burned, and you looked away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“And you love it,” he shot back, stepping even closer. His voice was softer now, almost teasing. “Admit it, you like when I get under your skin.”

Your heart was pounding, but you refused to back down. “You’re delusional.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, you just stubborn.”

The tension was thick, the air between you practically crackling. For a moment, you thought he might actually close the distance, but instead, he leaned in just enough to whisper, “You keep brattin’ like this, and I’ma have to teach you some manners.”

Your breath hitched, but you masked it with a scoff. “Try me.”

He pulled back, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin. “Aight, bet.”

Before you could respond, he walked back toward the stream, throwing over his shoulder, “Don’t keep the chat waitin’, princess.”

You stood there for a moment, trying to steady your racing heart.

This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

[evilenterprise]

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[infant-no-finances]

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