#don aldo

[nightflower-stuff]

✨ Akward 💁

1st post:

Riano was looking at the mirror & being handsome like El Matador 😎💖💝. Sincerely, Don Aldo text his rival when they are waiting the dine food in the restaurant. He's texted a long time. Riano feel him very suspicious 🤔💖

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Skarra woke up at 3 am & brought the wagon while Shakes talks to John, Ja Nein was slept & Udi Pass brought the bread while he's hungry. They are bunch of children at the wagon 🤣💖💕. Skarra ran away from Miko Chen was mad at him brought it when they are inside the wagon at 3 am. They just having a sleepover party before 😂💝💖🤣🙈🛐

#supa strikas #my artwork #artist on instagram #super league #supastrikasart #supa strikas fanart #instagram #supa strikas shakes #shakes #supa strikas skarra #skarra #udi pass #john j. johnson jr. #riano #don aldo #supa strikas miko #supa strikas miko chen #miko chen #ja nien #ibispaintx #ibispaintapp #art meme #supastrikas #art #artists on tumblr #supablr

[manicpixieginger]

duality of man they're, like, the same brand of man, but different flavours, if that makes sense?

#choose ur fighter shit for brains yeehaw bootlegger coalminer war dad or sad angry perpetually disappointed war dad #don collier #fury 2014 #aldo raine #inglourious basterds

[garadinervi]

Gelindo Cervi (b. 1901), Antenore Cervi (1906), Aldo Cervi (1909), Ferdinando Cervi (1911), Agostino Cervi (1916), Ovidio Cervi (1918), Ettore Cervi (1921), Quarto Camurri (1921), Poligono di tiro, Reggio Emilia, 28 dicembre 1943

Istituto Alcide Cervi, Gattatico (RE)

(image: I 7 fratelli Cervi, (1968, 105'), Directed by Gianni Puccini, Written by Bruno Baratti, Gianni Puccini, and Cesare Zavattini)

#graphic design #film #movie #poster #gelindo cervi #antenore cervi #aldo cervi #ferdinando cervi #agostino cervi #ovidio cervi #ettore cervi #quarto camurri #gianni puccini #bruno baratti #cesare zavattini #gian maria volonté #lisa gastoni #riccardo cucciolla #carla gravina #don backy #gabriella pallotta #renzo montagnani #gino lavagetto #ruggero miti #elsa albani #benjamin lev #1910s #1920s #1940s #1960s

[moviesandmania]

BOG (1979) Reviews of monster movie - free to watch on YouTube

‘Craving human flesh. Lusting for human blood’ Bog is a 1979 American horror monster movie directed by Don Keeslar from a screenplay by Carl Kitt. The movie stars Gloria DeHaven, Aldo Ray, Marshall Thompson (First Man into Space, It! The Terror from Beyond Space) and Leo Gordon (Attack of the Giant Leeches). Plot: When a local is fishing with dynamite in Bog Lake, something larger pops to the…

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#1979 #Aldo ray #Bog #creature feature #Don Keeslar #free to watch on Tubi #free to watch on YouTube #free to watch online #Gloria DeHaven #horror #Leo Gordon #Marshall Thompson #movie film

[cmatain]

El soneto «Ante el “Quijote” de la Academia, impreso por Ibarra», de Manuel Machado

El soneto «Ante el “Quijote” de la Academia, impreso por Ibarra», de Manuel Machado

Este soneto de Manuel Machado pertenece a la sección «Proloquios» de su recopilación poética Cadencias de cadencias (Nuevas dedicatorias), publicada en el año 1943. Se trata de una entusiasta evocación de esa joya bibliográfica que es el Quijote impreso por Joaquín Ibarra en 1780, en cuatro volúmenes, a petición de la Real Academia Española y siguiendo sus normas ortográficas y sintácticas. La…

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#Aldo Manucio #Cadencias de cadencias (nuevas dedicatorias) #Cervantes #Cristóbal Plantino #Don Quijote de la Mancha #Firmin Didot #Generación del 98 #Giambattista Bodoni #Impresores españoles #Joaquín Ibarra #Literatura española siglo XX #Luis Elzevir I #Manuel Machado #Poesía española del siglo XX #Real Academia Española #Tipografía

[actuallyastingray]

Hello Supablr. Sorry this took forever, but I've been working on a follow up project once I'm done with these. More on that later, so for now just enjoy the takes

Skarra: Feral, cackling gremlin trying to pretend he's not empty inside. Needs a hug, possibly several hugs, but is too afraid of cooties to ask. He's either going to have a Prince Zuko level redemption or go full Anakin Skywalker

Dingaan: Dammit Dingaan! You can't be both the lovable, clueless himbo and dumb, jock bully at the same time. Pick one!

Automatic: So, if we ever get a Rookie Season 2, are we gonna see him become the third wheel in Skarra and Shakes' rivalry? Cause no joke, this guy lost his job to Shakes and has way more reason to hate him than Skarra does

Max Power: I'm not a shipper, but why are there no pairings between him and Shakes? I mean, technically there's two of him, but still

Dooma: Oh Dooma, Dooma, Dooma. The writers made such a big deal about bringing you back, and then they promptly forgot about you. Guess upstaging Skarra really isn't all that easy.

Uber: Somehow, a 6.5, 300+ lb. German muscle man is giving me more babygirl vibes then a Sailor Moon character. Also, it's hilarious when you realize he outranks his coach.

Ja Nein: The rarely seen lovechild between adorkableness and pure evil. The "first day at the unit" meme was invented for this guy specifically.

Thor: If he grows a beard, we can call him Odin

Von Eye: Why did it take me four seasons to realize his name is a pun? What is wrong with me?

Chuck: Seriously, I want to see this guy succeed. I want him train up his team, pull off a win, and feel good about it just so he can tell Toni to screw off

John Johnson: The most loveable himbo in a team that consists of equally loveable himbos

Miko Chen: The only thing not completely wholesome about him is how little screen time he gets. That's about as shameful as Ura-Giri's strategies.

De los Santos: He really needs his own Boss theme, but does that make him the bad guy? Cause lets face it, he's not the bad guy

Don Aldo: That's not how hair physics works

Ninja: The second most absent arch-rival in my history of watching cartoons. At least they both brought him back and gave him an identity as El Matador's rival. Still wish we got to see more of the tigers

Liquido: Ten years ago, if I told myself I would one day describe someone as a "sociopathic surfer-dude" I would start to question my own sanity

Andre Meda: His name is an astronomy pun, his team uses constellations as a secret formation code, and his coach has them train in outer space. This guy is a huge closet nerd, and you can't change my mind.

Vladmir Savich: They made a few half-baked attempts to make him a villain and the fanbase is having none of it. Good for him.

Riano: WHY IS THERE NOT MORE CONTENT OF HIM AND SHAKES BEING FRIENDS? They were such good friends, and we have like zero content to prove it. Do the writers not realize how much of a foil he could have been to Skarra? Riano and Shakes being best friends, and Skarra is feeling like he's been replaced, thus hating Shakes even more. Sorry for the long rant but c'mon Moonbug, this guy had so much potential

#supablr #personal take #supa strikas

[saltysideblog]

Salty imagines...

Sick Basterds

Inglourious Basterds x Reader

Request: Yes! By anon 🤍

What would the Basterds be like with a cold?

During the war, there's no time for whining. Expect lots of spent tissues being hastily stuffed into coat pockets in between rounds of fire and more than one Basterd nearly choking to death trying to keep a cough quiet...

Aldo:

Even before the war, Aldo was a resilient little bugger. Has hundreds of absolutely vile tasting home remedies he swears by and will refuse your help.

"S'jus' a cold, sunshine, ah can take care of it..."

His voice is rougher than usual and his nose is lookin' a little red, but he promises to rest if you insist. When he lays his head in your lap and feels your fingers threading through his hair as you coo about how strong he is, he feels like a million bucks. His very favourite home remedy. No fish oil required.

Donowitz:

When Donny gets sick, he reverts back to his ten year old self; a spoiled mama's boy. Will insist on wearing his pajamas all day, pouting,

"I'm sick..." is his only reply when you ask him to put on some real clothes. Will come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist when you cook,

"Come back to beeeed..."

"Don, I'm busy."

"I want ice cream."

"I'm making pasta."

"But I'm sick..."

Kiss his forehead and serve him some matzo ball soup just like his ma did. It'll buy you a few moments of peace... until...

"Babe?? Come cuddle with me..."

And if you don't answer immediately,

"I'm sick..."

Wicki:

The only way you know Wicki's been sick is when you get sick after kissing him. When you confront him about it, he just shrugs,

"I didn't want you to worry."

Loves when his partner dotes on him. He thinks it's very sweet that you care, even if he can handle it. Will probably end up taking care of you instead, bringing you hot cups of tea and honey and running you a bath (to be shared, of course.) The bathroom windows are all fogged up as you both sink into the warm water,

"Feels like a lot of steam."

He'll kiss your shoulders and chuckle,

"Yes, but I can breathe again."

Stiglitz:

No one has ever seen Hugo get sick. But as his partner you know the truth; he just secludes himself in the guest room until the illness passes, like a wounded animal crawling into a hole. Will not let you near him,

"You will get sick."

And that's final.

He becomes a spectral figure, a vampire stealing food from your kitchen and retreating back to the shadows. Only emerges once he's his usual chipper self. He appreciates all the little notes you slip under the door more than you know; keeps them all in a shoebox in the closet.

Utivich:

Tries to soldier on, will wrap himself up in a big blanket, walking around like one of the caped heroes he writes about. You'll find him half asleep at his typewriter, barely holding onto his cup of now cold coffee. He will never ask you to take care of him, but he makes it difficult not to. You get him over to the couch and tuck him in, he lets you know just how much he appreciates what you do for him, sleepily mumbling,

"I love you so much..."

Before dozing off.

In a few hours, you'll have to do it all again, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

Omar:

Very difficult to wake up in the morning... or the afternoon... or any time he dozes off. Omar's a sleeper and whether or not you dote on him makes no difference to him... because he'll be asleep. It does put a smile on his face when he wakes up in the middle of the afternoon and there's a box of his favourite snacks with a glass of water on the coffee table for him.

Feel better!

He runs his fingers over your handwritten note.

He likes knowing you think of him, even if he's not the most interesting conversationalist at the moment.

Hirschberg:

Does not cover his mouth when he sneezes so you will get sick at the same time he does. Gets a little upset about it, because who's gonna take care of you now?

"I can't, I'm sick too!"

"Sweetie, we're adults, we'll take care of each other."

Pouts and whines about it but it makes his heart flutter when you say things like that. Each other... he's not a romantic by any means, but the thought of there always being "each other" could make him swoon. Still won't cover his mouth.

"It's nasty! I don't want that all over my hands!"

Doesn't seem to understand that he can wash his hands but you can't wash the air.

Sakowitz:

Much like Wicki, Sakowitz doesn't want to bother his partner with a silly little cold. The only time he might ask for anything is when you're walking past him and he grasps both your hands, looking deep into your eyes with a sadness only known to orphaned pups... it makes you a bit worried,

"What is it, honey?"

He holds that serious look on his face as he very delicately and politely asks if you could make him a cup of hot chocolate,

"If it isn't too much trouble."

He's more than happy to dote on you when you're under the weather though,

★ Bonus ★

Hicox:

"Stiff upper lip, luv, won't let a little cold bring me down."

*immediately gets upset because he can't taste his tea with a stuffy nose*

#salty ​imagines... #inglourious basterds #inglourious basterds x reader #canon x reader

[little-bitty-froggy]

Heloo!! May i request a eddie dear and frank frankly cg with a fem little?? Thank youuu!!

Cg: Eddie dear, Frank Frankly

Howdy is in here for like a sec sooo:3

Little: fem reader

Age: 3

Today the day! Y/n gets to go to the store with there papa(Eddie) and there daddy (Frank) to Howdys for something special. Y/n made a goal that she wouldn't throw tantrums and that she would help out all month. Every day she would get a sticker on her chart when Y/nwas good that day.

“PAPA!! DADDY!!” Y/n yelled. “I DID IT!!! The chart is filled!!!!” “yes I see that butterfly.” Frank ruffles Y/n’ hair. “You know what that means right?” Y/n gasps. “TOY?!?!” “yes little one, a toy, for being so good.” edfis picks Y/n up onto his hip. “Where do you want to go princess?” “uuuum…. OH! Howdy’s! I wanna get a toy papa.” she has a huge smile on her face. “Ok, let get your shoes on first.” Eddie puts Y/n down and she runs to the mat where the shoes are, and slips on her f/c shoes and goes by the door. “Hurry daddy! I don wanna be late!” Y/n giggles. “Where right behind you love bug.”

[time skip cause my brain is foggy:3]

They walk into Howdy’s and Y/n goes straight to the toy isle. Y/n looks at all the time and plushies in amazed. “You can get one thing ok? I don't care about the price, just one thing.” “ok papa!” Y/n goes up and down the same isle looking at all the different playsets and kits but one thing catches their eye. A median-sized white dino with a little tiara. Y/n quickly grabbed it, examined it just in case she didn't like the texture, and ran over to Frank. “Daddy! I got wat I waned! Look!” Y/n showed Frank the white dinosaur. “Aww, she's beautiful bug.” she then giggled running around the store to find Eddie. “Papa? PAPA!! Look look!” Eddie then turned around with some other little items. “I got a dino papa!” she then gasped. “dose for me?!” “hehe yes little one, you ready to get checked out?” Y/n then bounced around running to the counter waiting for Frank and Eddie.

“Well howdy there kiddo. What can I do for you?” Y/n looks up and places the white dinosaur on the counter. Frank walked up with Eddie and they place a few things. Some of Y/n and Franks safe foods, a pink bottle and a water bottle. “Well Howdy there, Howdy.” Eddie gives an accword yet welcoming smile. “Hello there fellas, will this be it for today?” “MHM! Daddy can I pay attention for my stuffy?” frank ruffles their hair. “You don have to worry about that. Where getting you this as a gift remember.” “oh, okay!” Frank pays and they leave Howdys. “So what do you wanna do now little one?” Frank asks. “Hmm, cuddles?” Eddie lifts up Y/n and places them on his hip. “That sounds like a plan.”

I know it's kinda short but I did do a sketch on my computer. I'll post it when I get to finish it. Aldo I'm so sorry that I never got around to your request. I've been in a rough spot but at least I got it done soo. :)

#sfw agere #welcome home #welcome home agere #frank frankly #eddie dear #howdy pillar #fem reader #little reader #sfw littlespace #sfw interaction only

[sistemabibliotecariomilano]

I libri della renna

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Il regalo di Natale delle biblioteche di Milano consiste, naturalmente, nei nostri consigli di lettura, scelti per offrire al pubblico un’occasione per distrarsi in totale relax.

È ambientata proprio in tempo di feste l’ultima fatica di Valerio Varesi, L’affittacamere, ma è un Natale un po’ cupo per il commissario Soneri, costretto a scavare anche nel proprio doloroso passato per venire a capo dell’omicidio di un’anziana affittacamere dalla vita piuttosto torbida: “La nostalgia è la sublimazione della paura che ci fa il tempo che passa”. Forse Varesi è riuscito a darci, una volta per tutte, la spiegazione della passione per i libri gialli: “La vita, dopotutto, non assomiglia tragicamente a un omicidio? Non si concludeva sempre con un morto? Non ci ammazzava il tempo logorandoci ogni giorno con un piccolo affronto fino al cedimento? E il tempo non ha bisogno di un alibi come non ce l’ha il boia: compie semplicemente il suo mestiere”. Scritto molto bene, sembra di passeggiare insieme al protagonista per le vie nebbiose di Parma, durante le festività natalizie.

Antonio Manzini, nel titolo del suo ultimo libro della serie del vice questore Rocco Schiavone, Riusciranno i nostri eroi a ritrovare l’amico misteriosamente scomparso in Sud America?, fa il verso al noto film di Ettore Scola con Nino Manfredi e Alberto Sordi, ma l’amico, in questo caso, è misteriosamente scomparso in Sud America e non in Africa. Spassoso e divertente anche durante la trasferta, il coriaceo Rocco sembra ricordare la risposta che Aldo Fabrizi diede ai giornalisti che lo rimproveravano di parlare solo in romanesco: “Sono sicuro che se anche fossi nato altrove parlerei romanesco lo stesso”: è così anche per i nostri eroi, che si trovino a Roma, ad Aosta, a Buenos Aires o in Messico. Buon divertimento!

Anche in La ricreazione è finita, recentissimo romanzo di Dario Ferrari, si respira aria di Natale, ma in questo caso il riferimento cinematografico non è a Scola bensì al Fellini dei Vitelloni, perché il protagonista gigioneggia in quel di Viareggio senza decidersi a dare una svolta, matrimoniale e professionale, alla sua tardo-fanciullesca esperienza personale. Egli riesce però, del tutto inaspettatamente, a vincere un dottorato di ricerca in università e viene incaricato di occuparsi degli scritti del compatriota Tito Sella, morto in carcere dove era stato rinchiuso per il reato di terrorismo. Diversi generi letterari e temi, il romanzo di formazione, il mondo accademico, le suggestioni cinematografiche, storiche e metaletterarie, si intrecciano in questo romanzo davvero accattivante.

Feste decisamente spensierate per chi sceglierà Le imprudenze di Archie di Wodehouse, recentemente ripubblicato da Mursia. Inossidabile humour inglese di ottima lega, del suo stile l’autore diceva: “consiste nel costruire una specie di commedia musicale senza musica, ignorando del tutto la vita reale”. E proprio così, in assoluta leggerezza, vive Archie, il protagonista di questo romanzo che vi lascerà con il sorriso stampato durante tutta la lettura. “Mentre considerava la sua situazione alla fine del primo mese di vita matrimoniale, ad Archie pareva che andasse tutto per il meglio nel migliore di tutti i mondi possibili. … C’erano dei momenti in cui gli sembrava che New York fosse solo stata in attesa del suo arrivo prima di dare ufficialmente inizio ai bagordi”.

Le festività natalizie sono l’occasione giusta anche per affrontare un bel romanzo storico, di quelli “cappa e spada”, soprattutto per chi ha amato I promessi sposi. Il conte Attilio di Claudio Paglieri è infatti il prequel del capolavoro manzoniano e ci offre un punto di vista diverso sulla personalità del famigerato cugino di Don Rodrigo, ma l’ambientazione è sempre la stessa: la nostra grande Milano e le meravigliose sponde del lago di Como.

Ancora in tema con le feste vi proponiamo Un lungo capodanno in noir, in cui dieci autori contemporanei tra i più seguiti ci offrono la loro versione delle feste. Diversi sono anche gli scenari: Roma, Firenze e Milano “con i suoi quartieri e la sua gente; Milano che negli anni Venti ospitava Antonio Gramsci a San Vittore, uno che il Capodanno lo odiava proprio”. Poi un borgo del centro Italia, e infine Barcellona e la Svizzera: un ampio panorama per feste colorate di giallo!

Chiudiamo questa breve rassegna con una garanzia assoluta, ovvero l’ultima raccolta di racconti gialli di Simenon pubblicata da Adelphi: I misteri del Grand-Saint-Georges, anch’essa, in qualche modo, in tema con il Natale perché ambientata nei paesaggi innevati della Lituania. Una tremenda vendetta è l'argomento della prima storia, un “racconto di Natale per grandi” è il sottotitolo della seconda, mentre l’ultima, Il piccolo sarto e il cappellaio, sarà poi sviluppata nel romanzo I fantasmi del cappellaio: basta un semplice pezzettino di carta per suscitare i più atroci sospetti e scatenare la tensione.

Di nuovo auguri di buone feste a tutti i nostri fedelissimi lettori!

#georges simenon #valerio varesi #antonio manzini #ettore scola #dario ferrari #pg wodehouse #claudio paglieri

[tina-aumont]

Carmen Screencaps!!

Man, Pride and Vengeance (Italian: L'uomo, l'orgoglio, la vendetta, German: Mit Django kam der Tod), also known as With Django Comes Death, is a 1967 Italian Spaghetti Western film directed by Luigi Bazzoni and starring Franco Nero as Don José, Tina Aumont as Carmen and also starred Klaus Kinski as Lt. Miguel Garcia, Carmen’s Husband. The film is a spaghetti western version of the novella Carmen by Prosper Mérimée. It was filmed in  Tabernas, Almeria, Andalucia, Spain.

Plot (it may contain spoilers)

When stalwart Spanish soldier Don José meets the stunningly beautiful Carmen, he becomes instantly obsessed with the mysterious gypsy woman. After discovering she has cheated on him with his Lieutenant, Jose kills the officer during a brawl and flees the city. Forced to become a bandit, Jose partners with Carmen’s villainous husband Garcia to rob a stagecoach and prove his love for the seductive femme fatale.

Cast

Tina Aumont - Carmen / Conchita

Franco Nero - Sergeant José / Django

Klaus Kinski - Garcia, Carmen’s Husband

Guido Lollobrigida (as Lee Burton) - Dancairo / Lopez, Smugglers’ Leader

Franco Ressel - Lieutenant Pepe / Commander

Karl Schönböck - English Diplomat

Alberto Dell'Acqua - Remendado, Young Smuggler

Marcella Valeri - Dorotea, Carmen’s Landlady

Maria Mizar - Maria, Carmen’s Rival

Mara Carisi - Nina, Tavern Keeper in Triana

Anna De Padova - Factory Worker

Tino Boriani - Soldier Guido / Pedro

Giovanni Ivan Scratuglia - Soldier Arresting Carmen

Aldo Vasco - English Diplomat’s Bodyguard

The film was released on 22nd December 1967.

#Tina Aumont #L'Uomo L'Orgoglio La Vendetta #1967 #1967 L'Uomo L'Orgoglio La Vendetta #Carmen #Carmen screencaps #Franco Nero #Klaus Kinski #Luigi Bazzoni #spaghetti western

[ratty9boy]

Oh also...would Aldo and Don like...be into each other? Have a one night stand? MAYHAPS huh?

[nightflower-stuff]

❣️ Our favourite boy (+ OCs/characters & Art doodle) 💖

Here's more drawing Fanart of Miko Chen 😎🙈❤️💝.

1st slide:

I'm simply doodle him in my art with Dancing Rasta & Don Aldo ♥️😄💗. But except, Don Aldo react him used his abs for drink his milk tea/slushies 🙈❤️

2nd slide:

I made my AU of Shakes & Miko are swap roles & actions of chosen one. Canon Shakes was the main character & Canon Miko was supporting/major. 💗🥰. For my AU, Miko was the main character who has his power & his friends from different dimensions & Shakes was the support who's staying at Strikaland with Supa strikas 🥺🙊❣️

3rd slide:

The girls from FC Nakama are aggressive to the two boys of FC Nakama. Fanart gift for @miko_chen9 🤭♥️

4th slide:

He has his undercover/disguise himself as citizen when he won't get caught by his fans.👀❤️

Last slide:

He should wear the awesome clothes (possibly goth outfit) for the fashion show than El Matador & Ninja 🥴🖤✨. He's bad handsome guy than Skarra & other players 👀🖤

I will draw him more!! Because all FC Nakama fans would love him 😆♥️🙈😳

Hope you guys like him!!! ❤️🙈🛐

OCs:

Shigeko (My 1st OC)

Takeshi, Luna & Koyuki (@/miko_chen on Instagram)

#supa strikas #art #artist on instagram #my artwork #supastrikasart #supa strikas fanart #supa strikas miko chen #miko chen #ibispaintx #ibispaintapp #my ocs #my oc #ocs #oc #original character #original characters #supablr #supa strikas miko #supa strikas nakama #nakama fc oc #nakama #nakama fc #supastrikasau #supastrikas #artist on tumblr #my favourite character #supa drawn cartoon #shakes #Instagram #Spotify

[tarrenterror25]

Title: When the Night is Over Chapter: 1 of ? Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth (The Batman 2022) x F!OC Rating: E Word Count: 4.1K

Summary: After the flood, Dulce looks to do her part to help Gotham heal and hopes to bring change to the city. As a wealthy designer there’s little she can do, but when she becomes privy to the identity of the Batman, she seizes the opportunity to help the caped crusader. With her close to Bruce, Alfred Pennyworth fears she has ulterior motives for the vigilante, but little does he know who she really has eyes for. Dulce learns what it’s like to live a double life and the sacrifices it takes to save a city.

Tags: post-The Batman, alcohol, smoking, MxF, age-gap (30′s/50′s), mention of disaster, post-disaster

Playlist here

Notes: Title is from Streets by Doja Cat. It’s here!! Just in time for 100 followers!! I am SO excited to begin this story and hope you guys have fun reading it! This is my second published OC ever and this story and her character are close to my heart so I’m excited to share her with you guys! I also am no fashion expert (love it to bits tho) so I am doing a LOT of research for this!

Chapter 1: Someone Like You

“Quality is remembered long after price is forgotten.”                                                        - Aldo Gucci

The Gotham City Museum hall is packed with an assortment of high society; mostly entrepreneurs and business moguls, but there are a few celebrity names. Among the crowd you can spot Johnny Charisma chatting up some folks or you can spot Jack Ryder weaseling his way through the guests looking for the next scoop. Of course, wherever the next headline is, Vicki Vale is never far off. People with money and enough drink in them will spill all kinds of secrets.

Champagne flows and hors d’oeuvres disappear faster than they can be plated. Loud music from a live jazz band fills the air combined with the sound of high pitched haughty laughter and chattery gossip from the guests. Everyone’s dressed in their finest; expensive fabrics flow and drape on the shoulders and hips of wives and mistresses while the men don their best suits, neatly pressed and shoes shined. The scent of the most obnoxious perfume and cologne creates a rather unpleasant cloud of smog once it meets with the cigar smoke. Mix in the vapors from all the liquor and it gives Ace Chemicals a run for its money.

“Why are we here again, Alfred?” Bruce Wayne asks with his hands in his pockets.

The older man gently nudges his ward and makes a gesture for him to stand up straight. Bruce mutters an apology and obliges.

“This is a benefit for those affected by the flood, Master Bruce,” Alfred explains.

“We couldn’t just write a check? I mean...I don’t see much reason for me to actually be here...I don’t see how this helps anyone.”

Alfred’s face wants to frown, but underneath the poor attempt is the hint of an amused smile. “Mayor Bella Reál insisted that you be present,” he says. “I warned you plenty of times that this was coming up. Just smile for a little longer, say some nice words, and then we’ll head home.”

Bruce nods and scans the room boredly.

There’s a large screen towards the front of the room next to the band with a dollar amount on the display; the numbers tick higher and higher every so often. Currently, the number is in the hundred thousands, just shy of a million.

Dulce’s gaze breaks from the screen and scans the room of guests. She scoffs and turns to Bella Reál and says, “So, we get to drink our weight in champagne while the rest of Gotham still wades in the harbor?”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Salazar,” Bella says assuringly. “Reconstruction for lower Gotham is already underway and we have federal assistance helping rebuild the seawall. The money from tonight will help locals reclaim their livelihoods and homes.”

With an understanding nod, Dulce sighs. “You’re right, I shouldn’t overthink it. It just...it doesn’t feel right,” she says politely refusing a champagne flute from a passing server. “Us here and the people affected...not. The danger may be gone, but the aftermath has only started.”

The mayor smiles and places a comforting hand on Dulce’s shoulder. She turns to her friend and says, “The people need to see that no matter what they think divides us, we are working together. This is our city, too.”

The two women embrace warmly. “Gotham is lucky to have you,” Dulce comments before pulling away. “You have my support no matter what, but now more than ever, whatever you need, I’m there.”

“You’ve always been generous to the city and I’m grateful for that,” Bella says. Her smile fades as she continues. “I wish I could say the same for the majority of Gotham’s elite.”

Dulce catches the mayor’s gaze wandering from her so Dulce glances over her shoulder and sure enough there’s the Prince of Gotham hanging back in the hall looking like he’d rather be literally anywhere else.

Bella sighs and says, “He’s come around since the flood, but it’s still a battle getting him involved.”

“Maybe he thinks there’s no hope for the city,” Dulce says dryly. “We should focus on the people who believe we’re worth saving.”

“I think he just needs some convincing,” Bella says. She gives a look to Dulce.

“Wait, what?” Dulce raises a brow, but Bella’s pleading face says it all. “You want me to talk to him?”

“Listen,” Bella says. “Spring is coming and you have your fashion show coming up! Get him involved, make it public, and use it to rally people! Boost some morale around here!”

Dulce shakes her head and waves a finger at Bella.

“Bella, no! Partnering with Bruce Wayne is not a good idea.” She makes sure her voice is quiet when she says that. “He’s hardly ever out of his own home much less has his hand in his own business!”

Bella grasps Dulce by the shoulders and looks her dead in the eye with all the seriousness she can muster. “Look, you are one of the most influential people in this city,” Bella says.

Dulce smiles and opens her mouth to thank her but Bella cuts her off.

“Behind closed doors,” she adds.

“Bella, I don’t do anything for the attention of it, you know that. I just-”

Bella interrupts again. “I want to see you both come out at the top of this. What was that about ‘whatever you need, I’m there’?”

Dulce is quiet and has to stop from rolling her eyes mid-roll.

“You’re my friend, both of you, and his name holds a lot of weight in this city. Please,” Bella pleads again.

Dulce has only ever seen Bruce Wayne from afar. She’s never actually formally met him though he’s never bothered to introduce himself to anyone anyways, she’s never had a reason to talk to him.

Bruce straightens when he sees the mayor and Dulce approaching him and Alfred.

“Bruce Wayne,” Bella says extending her hand to him. “Good to see you out and about. You look great.”

Bruce shakes her hand and offers a polite smile. “Good to see you, too,” he says.

“I want to introduce you to a close friend of mine,” Bella says. “This,” she gestures next to her, “is Dulce Salazar, a huge supporter of Gotham City. She’s partaking in efforts to rebuild Gotham’s infrastructure.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Bruce says extending his hand to Dulce.

“Charmed to finally meet you, Mr. Wayne,” Dulce replies shaking his hand.

There’s an odd silence that settles between the group. With a raised brow, Dulce’s eyes flick over to his companion as if to remind him of his manners.

“Oh, this is Alfred,” Bruce adds quickly.

The butler, with a smile warmer than his master’s extends his hand. “Alfred Pennyworth, miss,” he says.

Dulce shakes his hand. Her eyes can’t help but hold his gaze for a fraction of a second longer than she know she should.

Bella and Alfred leave the other two alone. The conversation between Bruce and Dulce is strained and awkward. Bruce is out of practice with how to. speak and without Alfred to feed him lines or give him cues, he’s stumbling a bit. It doesn’t help that Dulce just doesn’t seem interested in talking to him so her answers are short and clipped.

“So, we haven’t met before?” Bruce asks, his tone tentative but even, like he’s putting together a puzzle. “I feel like I know you?” A moment later and then he gives a small smile. “You own the fashion house in the diamond district?”

Dulce’s smile tries to hide that she’s not offended by his ignorance and poor memory. She’s doing her best, really, she is, but she can’t help the sarcasm that slips through when she speaks. “No, Mr. Wayne, we haven’t been formally introduced,” she says. “We have met briefly in passing though you wouldn’t remember.”

Bruce raises a brow, sensing the hostility. Quickly, Dulce clears her throat and adds in a much nicer tone, “And yes, I own the Castillo fashion house as well as the boutique, Castle Co.”

He nods thoughtfully and gives a very small sly smile, like he knows more than he lets on. “The Castillo fashion house, I’m familiar with it,” he comments. “But...your surname is different?”

A small, but genuine, sly smile graces Dulce’s features. “You’re more perceptive than you let on,” she says straightening up. “Castillo is my family’s name.”

“But not yours?”

“No,” Dulce quips. She mutters an apology and continues. “I was denied my father’s name. Salazar is my mother’s maiden name.”

Bruce nods. “The rest of the family must get a kick out of that,” he says with a soft chuckle.

Though she senses that he’s trying to be playful, Dulce doesn’t smile.

“There might be...distant familial relations somewhere, but as far as I know, I am all there is to ‘the family’. I am what’s left of the name and the house, much like you, Mr. Wayne.”

His smile fades into an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to-”

“This city is my family now,” Dulce adds.

Bruce gives a small smile, it’s soft and understanding. “You and me both,” he says.

Dulce’s offensive posture softens as she’s sees something different in Bruce’s eyes; something lost and hurt. Maybe it was always there and she was being too stubborn too notice, but she sees it now. She scolds herself for forgetting his own experience with loss and being too concerned with putting up an aggressive front. She corrects her tone and posture to be more warm and inviting. He takes to it and slowly straightens up as the conversation moves along much smoother than when it initially started.

As the two continue to talk and bond a little over their similar familial structures, Dulce can’t help but steal glances at the gentleman who accompanied Bruce.

She’s seen photographs of him, mostly his profile from a distance as Bruce is typically the focal point for the paparazzi. Tonight is the first night that she’s seen him in person and this close.

None of the media do him justice.

Despite that he may appear as a humble butler, Dulce can detect another sort of mysterious air about him, a graceful aura. She notices he stands with by far the most poise of any of the other guests, hands neatly folded in front of him. She watches him walk, how he carries himself when he’s speaking to the other guests; so polite, smooth, and refined. For a man his age, he’s also impeccably handsome, the distinguishable rogue scar on his brow contrasts the neatly trimmed facial hair. It’s simultaneously sophisticated and rugged.

Mentally, Dulce slaps herself, a twinge of shame coming over her for looking at him in such a way. She can’t help it. Every time her gaze dances around the room, her eyes land on him. His presence is so magnetic and Dulce wants nothing more than to go over and talk to him. A somber thought occurs to her that no one knows when Bruce will show his face again. Dulce might never see Alfred Pennyworth again beyond this night.

As Bruce begins to excuse himself, Dulce thinks quickly and retrieves a business card from her clutch. She hands it to him. “Come by and I can fit you for something,” she says happily.

“I take it these clothes bother you?” Bruce jokingly asks.

She chuckles at his joke. “Three buttons is a little 90′s, Mr. Wayne and we can talk more about raising funds for the city. I have a proposal you might be interested in.”

He accepts the card and walks off. Dulce wastes no time in turning her attention back to Alfred, frowning and gently shooing away a server trying to offer her some kind of appetizer.

Dulce plays like she’s just hanging back and taking in the room, but she’s taking the opportunity to look Alfred over completely. Being a designer, she can’t help but look over his outfit and she notes how handsome and striking he is in it. Most of the men here, the younger ones and the older ones trying to pretend they’re young, are wearing sports blazers or just a pressed shirt. They have gaudy ties that don’t match their attire, they’ve adorned their hands with every hulking ring they own, and they saunter like the world owes them something. Dulce finds the lack of care and the audacity of them distasteful.

Bruce and Alfred are about the only two who are wearing three-piece suits and Alfred is about the only one with his tie on properly; not poorly knotted or pulled loose from the neck. For his accessories, he has on only a gold watch that pairs nicely with his cane. Everything about him says “proper” and it makes Dulce’s heart swoon. Yet his expression, when he isn’t smiling, but watching and observing, is harsh and stern. The way his brow quirks up makes him look like he’s getting ready to tell someone off. It has Dulce feeling a certain way and she’s not sure if she likes it or not.

Dulce doesn’t realize Alfred is walking towards her until he’s a few yards from her. She pulls herself from her thoughts and smooths out her gown and adjusts the strategically placed loose curls from her updo. Soon Alfred stands directly in front of her.

She gives a polite smile and says, “Bruce stepped away for a drink I think.”

“I hope he wasn’t too off-putting,” Alfred jokes. “His conversational skills are a bit rusty, I’m afraid.”

“He seemed to do well enough,” she replies.

The light coming off of the candles and golden light fixtures in the museum hall do wonders in catching the blue of his eyes.

“I don’t think we’ve met properly,” Alfred says.

“No, we haven’t,” she replies. “I’m Dulce, I’m a designer and run the Castillo fashion house.”

His smile is cordial. “I thought the name sounded familiar,” he notes. “The mayor says you are an avid supporter of the city, do you do any sort of political work or...?”

“Oh, no!” Dulce says. “Nothing like that, I’m just a designer and I make clothes.”

“No one is just anything, miss.”

A warmth spreads to Dulce’s cheeks and she has to turn away from him. “You certainly are too kind, sir,” she says off-handedly.

From the corner of her eye she catches the swell of his chest at the title. The thought of calling him that again flutters briefly in her mind.

The pair chat awhile longer, longer than Dulce realizes. From across the room, Bella taps her watch and waves her over. Reluctantly, Dulce excuses herself from Alfred’s presence.

The rest of the night carries on with the usual unpleasantries of these things; drunken laughter, a few unwanted touches, and blissful ignorance. Hardly anyone seems actually interested in why they’re there, they just seem to gloating in the fact that they are. The money that’s being donated is only done as a show of power. Dulce watches how every political official, socialite, and business power clams up the second Bella mentions the flood and its victims. Dulce’s one of the few at this party who has actually stepped foot in lower Gotham. Most of these guests haven’t so much as lifted a finger in their entire lives.

Dulce can’t help but be sarcastic when she makes conversation with the rest of the guests. She doesn’t pretend about liking them like they do with each other. Many of these people covet Dulce’s work and would love to talk to her, but it’s speaking to Dulce, herself, that is less than desirable since she’s seen as unpleasant. But she has to be, she can’t help it. If Dulce were anything but unpleasant then these people would walk all over her. But she tries to be nice for Bella’s sake this evening.

Even while navigating the rest of the party, Dulce’s mind comes back to him.

Alfred.

On the drive home and all the way to her front door where she kicks off her heels, she’s still thinking about him. Not even the scalding water of her bath can numb her to whatever feeling she’s clinging onto, the one she felt when he was standing so close to her. She sighs and slumps further into the tub, submerging herself until the water stops right under her nose.

It’s been a long time since she’s felt this way about someone. It’s difficult; being successful and having an equally successful relationship. Trying to balance the two was exhausting, especially when most men were against her being the breadwinner. After her last relationship some time ago, she just stopped trying. She hardly even bothered giving anyone the time of day now. She didn’t really feel the need for a partner anyways. She didn’t need dates or to flirt, didn’t need to hold hands with someone or look forward to seeing them. Or was she just telling herself that?

She closes her eyes.

Something about Alfred gave Dulce the whole butterflies in her stomach; it was a little pathetic, really, how weak she suddenly was for a well-dressed man. A much older well-dressed man. Oh, that makes Dulce’s face heat up. A flush comes over her and suddenly the water’s cold. Dulce, herself, is only in her 30′s which, in Gotham, is quite young since most of the powers that be have been around since she was born. It’s those people that look down their noses at her. They think she’s too naive, not yet mature enough to understand how things work in Gotham. But Dulce understands all too well how things work in Gotham’s higher social circles and it’s why she doesn’t want to think about Alfred in this way, but she does.

Her mind starts to wander from the features on his face, his eyes, jaw, to his torso, so broad, to his hands and...

She has to completely submerge herself in the water to keep from imagining how his hands would feel on her skin.

A clock on the wall of the Castillo fashion house chimes that it’s noon.

Bruce and Alfred enter the establishment.

It’s been some time since the benefit, but the butler has managed to get Bruce out of the tower to be properly fitted for something to “keep up appearances”.

Right now, Bruce wears a t-shirt with some jeans and a sports coat while Alfred is dress in his usual neat attire. Bruce removes his sunglasses and tucks them into his coat when he enters the building, his eyes squint at the light coming off the white walls and furnishings. Alfred is clearly the more well-rested of the two.

A woman comes up and takes their coats as Dulce approaches them with an amiable smile. She’s dressed in a pinafore jumpsuit and a simple blouse. Her hair is pulled up into a ponytail, nothing like the tight updo from the party. She seems much more relaxed here.

Dulce leads the pair to a dressing area of sorts where there’s a small short platform in front of a massive trifold mirror. She guides Bruce to stand on the platform and begins to look her over curiously. He scans the room a bit like he’s expecting someone else to come in.

He notes how Dulce collects a tray of supplies and sets it on a small end table next to the platform. Its contents are needle and thread, tape measure, pins and pin cushions, scissors, and whatever else he suspects a seamstress or tailor might need.

“You know how to sew?” he asks, surprise slipping into his tone.

Dulce just smiles as she picks up the measuring tape and gestures for Alfred to have a seat on a couch nearby. “Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Wayne,” she says looking up at him.

“What do you mean?”

She begins taking his measurements as she speaks, occasionally jotting down the numbers on a notepad. “I think people underestimate you,” she says. “People think you don’t care to notice things and I admit, I was one of those people, but really, you seem to be quite the detective.”

Bruce stiffens a bit at the comment.

Dulce goes on and says, “But yes, I can sew. I can cut, drape, and stitch. I like doing things myself. Why do you ask?”

He shrugs and replies, “Most people, designers, who do this stuff don’t, I guess. They just tell someone else to do those things.”

Dulce straightens and looks him right in the eye. “I am not most designers, Mr. Wayne,” she says with a curt smile.

Bruce rolls his eyes and looks away.

As Dulce continues measuring him, she steals a few glances over to where Alfred sits on the couch. His legs are slightly apart and his cane sits between them, both hands resting atop the pommel. There’s a soft power in how he sits; his back straight, chin up, and shoulders back. She can’t explain it, but it has her, Dulce, a woman who prides herself in being bold and confident, feeling very small.

All the men she had been with before didn’t have the same grace about them and it was laughable how they thought their crude dominance would bring her to her knees, not like that would ever happen anyways. But something about just the way Alfred was sitting exuded a quiet air of authority and again Dulce can feel the butterflies in her stomach.

Everyone else she’s ever been with didn’t even know how to hold a woman, but Dulce can tell that Alfred looks like he would hold someone like a gentleman would.

She finishes up the measurements and has a few employees bring out some clothes for Bruce to try on. He disappears behind a nearby dressing screen to try each one on and then resumes his place on the platform to look himself over. Dulce makes some adjustments to a jacket he’s wearing, putting pins in where she wants to make alterations. Bruce looks over his shoulder and asks Alfred for his opinion. The butler rises from the couch and walks over to get a better look.

Oh dear.

Alfred is close enough that Dulce can pick up the faint scent of his cologne. She clears her throat as Alfred speaks to Bruce and adjusts one of the sleeves of the jacket, her hand accidentally brushing Alfred’s. She looks up at him to apologize and for a brief moment their eyes meet. In this light, his eyes are like oceans; bright and blue. There’s no doubt she could get lost in them.

Dulce clears her throat again to break the tension and moves to adjust the lapels on the jacket. “As I was saying earlier,” she says trying to compose herself, “a notch or peak style lapel suits you much better, brings out your shoulders. A shawl style you should save for formal occasions. For pants, I think a straight leg style works for you, makes you look more broad. And I think an overcoat is in order, a peacoat doesn’t suit your figure.”

Bruce gives a small smile as he looks himself over in the mirror. “I’ll try to remember all of that.”

After trying on more clothes, Dulce insists that she bring the finished pieces to Wayne Tower herself. She and Bruce discuss payment and though the former tries to argue against it, Bruce insists.

“You said you had an idea about raising funds for the city,” Bruce says as Dulce returns the clothes to a garment rack nearby.

“Oh, yes,” she says handing him and Alfred their coats back. “I’m about to present my spring collection in an upcoming show and the funds from it will go towards the flood relief efforts. I would like to have you as a sponsor. Your name attached to it would certainly draw a crowd.”

Bruce nods thoughtfully. Though his face has his usual stoic expression, Dulce can tell he seems to agree with her reasoning.

“Sounds good,” he says.

He gestures for pen and paper and Dulce hands it to him. Bruce scribbles down some information. “Here’s a number and you can come by Wayne Tower to make arrangements. Whatever you need we’ll cover it,” he says.

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne,” Dulce says taking the pen and paper. She’s a little shocked, not entirely expecting him to go along with the idea. “Truly, I appreciate this.”

“Just Bruce is fine,” he replies with a small smile.

The pair leave and Dulce begins work on the garments for Bruce. A few times she pricks her finger with the needle and swears it’s not because her mind is drifting back to the only person who’s been on her mind since the party.

She sighs and sets down the jacket she’s working on and sits back in her chair.

A small smile graces her features as she thinks about how she can see Alfred again when she brings the garments to Wayne Tower.

Notes: I had to pay homage to Lucius from The Dark Knight because his soft sass is unmatched 💕

“I need a new suit.” “Well, three buttons is a little 90′s, Mr. Wayne.” “I’m not talking fashion so much as function.”

I am so worried I made Dulce too mean, but she can’t be perfect, she has to grow okay 🥺

#when the night is over #Alfred Pennyworth #alfred pennyworth x oc #the batman!alfred pennyworth #the batman!alfred pennyworth x oc #alfred pennyworth fanfiction #the batman fanfiction

[curiositasmundi]

[...]

Con ordine: è mezzogiorno, i marciapiedi della stazione Termini erano ancora bagnati dalla pioggia mattutina quando il ministro dell’Agricoltura, Francesco Lollobrigida, insieme con quattro-cinque persone del suo staff salgono sul Frecciarossa 9519 Torino-Salerno. Destinazione, Caivano, fermata Napoli-Afragola. Dove accanto a don Aldo Patriciello, il ministro era atteso per inaugurare un Parco urbano attrezzato, nel giorno della “Festa dell’albero”. Certo, dirà qualcuno, il ministero di Lollobrigida nulla ha a che fare con il “Decreto Caivano” del Governo ma questa è un’altra storia. Lollobrigida era atteso alle 15 ma è in ritardo e non può perdere tempo. «Perché lo aspettavano i cittadini», hanno ripetuto ieri i suoi compagni di partito, a partire dal ministro della Difesa, Guido Crosetto. «Perché doveva correre in tivvù per registrare la sua partecipazione ad Avanti popolo di Nunzia De Girolamo», dicono i maliziosi.

Fatto sta che Lollobrigida sale sul convoglio quando i monitor di Trenitalia, come spesso accade in questo periodo, segnano un ritardo di 7 minuti. Lollobrigida si siede in prima classe e si accorge che qualcosa non va. Appena uscito da Termini, il mezzo inchioda: un guasto sulla linea dell’Alta velocità costringe i treni ad andare sui vecchi binari. Significa che si sarebbe accumulato ritardo su ritardo. Sono passate le 12,45 quando Lollobrigida e il suo staff capiscono che non sarebbero mai potuti arrivare in tempo utile. «Serve un piano B». L’idea è quella di usare l’auto di servizio, ipotesi legittima che avrebbe potuto scegliere già in partenza. Ma era salito su un treno che non prevede fermate intermedie. Che fare quindi?

Qui arriva il pasticcio. Da quello che risulta a Repubblica qualcuno dal treno chiama la segreteria dell’amministratore delegato di Trenitalia, Luigi Corradi, chiedendo una via di uscita. «Siamo a Ciampino, vorremmo scendere qui che qualcuno ci viene a prendere in stazione». La fermata a chiamata non è prevista in nessun protocollo. Può esistere soltanto per gravi motivi di salute dei passeggeri («e anche in questo caso si tende sempre a evitare» spiegano fonti di Rfi) oppure di ordine pubblico. Arrivare in orario a una manifestazione non sembra rientrare in queste due categorie. Fatto sta che qualcuno di Trenitalia chiama il capotreno, che ieri confessava ai colleghi: «Mi hanno chiamato dalla centrale». Spiegando che per ragioni superiori quel treno si doveva fermare. A quel punto dal 9519 avviano la procedura standard: chiamano Rfi, chiedono il via libera tecnico a fermarsi a Ciampino e aprono per tutti le porte: «Abbiamo fatto l’annuncio, chiunque poteva scendere», dicono da Trenitalia. Invece il solo ad approfittare è il ministro, «anche perché è il solo ad avere un’auto blu che lo aspettava…».

Le porte si aprono e si chiudono velocemente, «non c’è stato alcun impatto né sui viaggiatori né sulla circolazione», assicura Trenitalia, senza chiedere scusa a tutti gli altri passeggeri che non sono riusciti nemmeno ad arrivare a Salerno visto che il treno in questione è stato soppresso alla stazione di Napoli, dove è arrivato con 111 minuti di ritardo.

[...]

#cognato #lolllobrigida #trenitalia #io so io e voi non siete un cazzo

[g3rmtonium]

Archie: you eat so sloppily.

Aldo: Ya weren’t complainin’ last night

Archie:

Aldo:

Archie: Damn americans…

Aldo: ya love me, don’ lie bout it

#incorrect quotes #inglourious basterds #inglorious basterds #archie hicox #Aldo raine #they boyfriends!! #they deserve more attention #Archie being a brit part 1000 #Aldo being an American redneck part 20 #they share one braincell #gay

[manicpixieginger]

okayyy SO. you said you were bored and to send asks. well, here's mine. who's your favorite matt damon character, and why?

ohhh anon you dk what you’ve lined yourself up for but buckle up bc you’re getting a guide with pictures

atm? Probably Groves from Oppenheimer! ik there’s a lot to unpack with that but hear me out.

so it was the first performance I properly paid attention to and noticed Matt Damon in, and rlly he checks off a lot of the traits of characters I’ve loved before but they’re all mingled into one!

his moustache reminded me of Aldo Raine and his attitude reminded me of Don from fury but I love how he’s built rlly solidly and I love the voice Damon does for him and I love how he’s characterised as a hardass with a bad temper and a slight sense of humour.

He looks so good in the hearing scene in his suit!

The one thing I rlly can’t fault abt Oppenheimer is the cast themselves bc they did a really great job but I felt rlly guilty at first for finding Groves attractive esp bc there were lots of Cillian Murphy girls getting a lot of flack for writing Oppenheimer x reader fanfiction but Oppenheimer takes a lot of creative liberties and when I thirst over Matt Damon as Groves in the movie it’s a completely different entity to the real world counterpart. Additionally, partly bc Oppenheimer and the Manhattan Project are becoming kinda hyperfixations for me, I’m reading up a lot on both to (idk how to phrase this) kind of hold the plotting and spin of events the film portrays accountable and make sure I know enough to separate the film as a fictional, dramatised take on real life events. I think you can’t really look at biopics and films based on true stories the same when you know the facts. (obvs with very attractive film stars cast as irl ppl so some attraction was inevitable I think and idk I don’t think they should’ve done the casting in the way they did lol.) everytime I see a pic of irl groves i wail in agony bc why did Chris Nolan yassify him?

(bonus fave pic of groves lol)

second is Mark Watney bc he’s just pookie. he’s poo fimbly. he’s baby. he is so wonderful. I love his optimistic ass. Blondebeard my beloved. Love his dancing and everything.

but anyway I think other joint seconds are probably Gardner Lodge from Suburbicon who I discuss with my beloved @littlegreenfag or Jean de Carrouges (haven’t watched Last Duel properly but medieval Matt is super hot ok).

And I think when I watch Dogma and The Monuments Men his characters in those I’ll rlly love!

aside from that a special place goes to the cameo he makes in Eurotrip where he sings Scotty Doesn’t Know bc that’s the type of guy I look to pick up when I go the goth club - he so suits the shaved head and piercings it’s super hot <3 he’s literally my banner picture and referred to in my blog title!