#frank slade

[4ndj4]

IT'S PACINO DAY WOOOO

25.4.2024.

#grandpa omg #al pacino #movie #movies #panic in needle park #bobby axel #the godfather #godfather #godfather 2 #the godfather 2 #michael corleone #serpico #frank serpico #dog day afternoon #sonny wortzik #and justice for all #arthur kirkland #scent of a woman #frank slade #carlitos way #heat #vincent hanna #scarface #antonio montana

[alpacinoloves]

#al pacino #alfredo james pacino #alpacino #pacino #al #ap #legendas #legenda #perfume de mulher #scent of a woman #frank slade

[corpseflwr]

#al pacino #the godfather #michael corleone #and justice for all #arthur kirkland #dog day afternoon #sonny wortzik #scarface #tony montana #scent of a woman #frank slade

[filmesbrazil]

#filme #filmes #film #movie #movies #cinema #perfume de mulher #scent of a woman #frank slade #al pacino

[a-boca-do-inferno]

a girl can dream (frank slade x reader) [request]

summary: Frank says something that leaves you shocked, to say the least.

warnings: none

words: 0.7k

Charlie had an annoying habit of convincing you to do questionable things for him, even if he didn’t ask; that also meant tagging along on a trip to New York with some challenged and grumpy man Charles was, in his own words, “looking after”. You didn’t know the details, and frankly—pardon the pun—, it seemed to be better this way. 

After coming home from this fancy restaurant where Mr. Slade danced tango with a woman (yeah, that apparently happens with him), you all settled in his also incredibly fancy hotel room to chat and have a few drinks. Well, you and Frank had been drinking. Charlie didn’t dare to take a sip, always alert. It was funny, yet endearing to watch his concerned blue eyes coming up and down as Slade gulped one more glass of wine without ceremony. Holding your own glass—your first, while the man was perhaps on his sixth, you didn’t count—and staring at both of them, despite the uncommonness of the situation, you couldn’t help but feel happy to be in that little moment.

Late night conversations weren’t your thing, but that charming stranger with a pretty haircut was quite entertaining. Some would call Frank’s behaviour creepy, but you, with half a glass of wine in your system, thought nothing of it. His unseeing eyes lingered over your figure sometimes, as if they could see you clearly through the dim light in the room. Charlie remained quiet, letting Frank “do his thing” (again, in his own words) whilst he rambled on about his numerous romantic encounters over the years. And he looked delighted, actually, to be given the opportunity to gloat about the beauty of the women he had been with. 

“And that’s my cue to leave”, Charlie lets out with a low chuckle, causing Frank to blurt out an unhappy grunt and furrow his brows, disapproving of his words. Your brother leans over to you, whispering, “don’t let him drink any more wine, he gets a headache in the morning but won’t admit it.”

“Oh, those curves…” Frank clicks his tongue, smirking as he gesticulates vaguely.

You snort, although something turns in your stomach as you look at his expression. Even his crudeness seemed to have a way of sounding appealing. You, at least, certainly wouldn’t mind being the object of such... fond memories he had of that one broad he was talking about. 

“I heard that!” Frank states with a bit of a protest in his voice, which makes you smile. You watch Charlie close the door and your eyes fall on the lieutenant's face now staring at the wall behind you. His expression looks less enthusiastic, and that bugs you. With a heavy sigh, he reaches for your hand, “he worries too much about me. I don’t like it, I won’t break.”

“You know you’re like a father to him, don’t you?” You squeeze his palm back lightly, and he shifts in his seat, visibly affected by your observation. He knows you’re right. “It’s only natural for him to wanna take care of you.”

“Do you see me like that too, dear?” He asks after a moment of silence, and there’s the hint of amusement in his tone. Frank can’t help but snicker at your silent reaction. “You see me like a father?”

“You know I don’t, Frank”, it’s all you can formulate through your bashfulness. He raises a brow, as if urging you to explain better. You look at your hands intertwined and lean into him slightly. “You’re more like... a friend.”

“Hoo-ah, I’ve just been friendzoned!” You roll your eyes at this, your cheeks still flushed, and he laughs. “You break my heart, sweetheart.”

“Don’t play like that”, you giggle too, albeit still feeling shy. You felt like he was making fun of you, and whether you admitted it to yourself or not, you did have a little crush on him. It was stupid, sure, but a girl can dream. 

And then you hear him again. Your stomach tightens as he speaks. “Oh, I’m not kidding”, Frank’s rough fingertips trace your forearm tenderly, giving you goosebumps. He adds, lowering his voice and making it huskier, “you’re one hell of a catch, (y/n).”

Hoo-ah.

#scent of a woman #scent of a woman x reader #frank slade x reader #frank slade #frank slade imagine #al pacino x reader #al pacino

[idle-teen28]

'Character that I...'

al pacino edition

#al pacino #arthur kirkland #sonny wortzik #Bobby axel #frank slade #carlito brigante #john milton #Michael corleone #and justice for all #...and justice for all #dog day afternoon #panic in needle park #scent of a woman #carlito's way #the devil’s advocate #the godfather #the godfather part 2 #the godfather part ii #the godfather ii

[cass-foxx]

Watched Scent of a woman (1992) and I have officially lost control.

Little bonus ^^

Just realised that Tumblr is specifically for my self insert ship art LMAO.

#I love shipping myself with old men #Me x old men real #I want to tag it yaoi as a joke #Fuck it im doing it #Yaoi #lmaooo #scent of a woman #1992 #al pacino #frank slade #ship art #self insert

[escapismthroughfilm]

#135

#scent of a woman #1992 #martin brest #al pacino #chris o'donnell #1990s cinema #charlie simms #frank slade #cinematography #movie screenshots #movie screengrabs #movie screencaps #movie frames #movie #movies #cinematography appreciation #escapism through film #the beauty of cinema #films #10 frames from film

[rosesloveletters]

Maroon.

Pairing: Lt. Col. Frank Slade x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 1,117

Warnings: suggestive content(?)

Summary: Frank and reader share a quiet moment, cuddling in bed on a rainy day.  

Request: “Can I request Frank Slade with a romantic s/o? I haven't watched Scent of a Woman yet, but he seems like a really loving type, so maybe their anniversary came up, and he's going all out for it. Just something soft and fluffy for them, if this is okay💕” ( @fan-of-pretty-much-2-much )

Notes: My first Frank Slade piece! I tried something new with this one - the only dialogue included is from memories/thoughts. This piece happens to be a little short, but all that needed to be said has been. I hope you enjoy. Loosely based off the song with the same name. 

edited. 

Your eyes remained closed as you listened to the wind-driven raindrops pattering against the glass windowpanes, adding richness in hue to the velvet-softness of the thoughts playing on repeat in your mind. There was a certain crisp chill in the air, but your naked body felt it none as you were wrapped up in blankets, cocooned in warmth beside your beloved. You inhaled the scent of fresh linen, having washed the duvet and sheets the day before so that you and your lover would have fresh bedding for the long weekend ahead of you. You planned to stay in, as it was forecast to rain nonstop for the next three days and so far had the prediction remained true. The world beyond the four walls of your shared bedroom was glossy with the fallen rain that coated every surface it touched and the sky was a dismal gray; the sun had not shined on this land in days.  

Frank hadn’t complained when you told him you weren’t keen on going out with it raining as it was. He was pleased with the opportunity to spend time in your company, encapsulated within the intimacy of your private abode and with nothing else to do but to be with each other. He was without words, overcome with happiness at the outcome of the situation. Long had he desired a moment as perfect as this and even longer had he anticipated he would go without it.

Fragments of your soul fit in to the spaces between Frank’s fingers as he grasped your hand beneath the burgundy duvet.

“Burgundy. Women love it.”

Frank believed so. The color of elegant sophistication, often a symbol of wealth and power, was the embodiment of admiration, determination and passion. A color claimed by dying embers, trailing echoes of late summer sunsets, red wine, flushed cheeks and the scarlet marks Frank’s lips often left on your neck.

So scarlet, it was maroon.

Even the sight of him made you feel warm and cozy.

Frank reclined against the headboard, dressed in a plain white t-shirt and dark sweatpants. With one hand firmly holding on to you, the other slid easily around your waist and with just one touch, the blood rushed into your cheeks with the thought of what you hoped for him to do to you.

You tangled yourself around him, craving him as near as possible. It was like you were possessed, consumed by this man and his scent: bay rum aftershave and the heady aroma of warm skin.

You had found home in his embrace and knew it was where you wanted to remain. He dipped his head and the whispering trace of warm lips brushed against your forehead.

When you looked up at him, his sightless eyes were trained on some far-off place, hardly blinking as he remained distantly focused on something and you had a peculiar feeling that he was seeing, somehow. He had memorized the curve of your face, all the indentations, marks and imperfections that, to him, surpassedperfection. Lt. Col. Frank Slade had seen you, from the very moment you met; the way in which he held you told you so, but so did the way his soul cries out for yours when you laid together like this.

Frank’s bark was far worse than his bite, though all things considered, he was a brash and outspoken man most of the time. He often said things as he was thinking them and that had gotten him into trouble throughout his life.

It was refreshing not to second guess yourself, all because of what the other person was not saying.

Frank and his words, his acts of endearment — you were so fortunate to have him in your life.

His words often sounded like a beautiful idea, now that you finally understood this complicated man. They weren't words spoken kindly from a stranger — they were words that belonged to you, written from a deep place within his heart.

You cupped his cheek and the sudden touch seemed to send an electric shock through him as he sat up a little straighter and the trace of a smile graced his lips. He allowed you to admire him, to drag your fingers through his soft brown hair; beneath all that product were some cleverly hidden, almost boyish waves that you did not see too often. This older gentleman – whose beauty at this age had the power to take your breath away – must have been a sight to behold in his youth.

You loved Frank inside and out, from the top of his head to the tips of his fingers and toes, even to the crass words that sometimes flew out of his mouth with no effort taken to stop them.

At face value, Frank Slade was a lost cause. A worthy adversary to most anyone in his heyday, but now a hardly relevant, overlooked, hardened old man who had pissed off one too many people with no strong relationships to show for any of his strife.

The idea of being alone often plagued him and, he would never say it, but the reason he was so angry with the world was because he was angry with himself first. He had made many mistakes in his life and hurt the wrong people; this world was a cruel, nasty place and he had learned that lesson repeatedly during his service in the United States Military.

The only thing that kept him going all these years was this.

Frank had lost far more than just his eyesight, but now he smiled distinctly to himself at the thought of all that he had gained.

"The thought that one day, I'd have a woman's arms wrapped around me, her legs wrapped around me, that I could wake up in the morning and she would still be there and I could smell her…”

Echoes of words he had spoken in confidence to Charlie Simms on that fateful trip to New York rang in his ears.

As he had sat on that couch in the Waldorf Astoria hotel, maintaining perfect composure as he divulged from where he derived strength, weakness and the ultimate driving force of his life, he had followed it up with, “I finally gave up on it.”

Only, he hadn’t.

He would not be lying here beside you had he given up, and your Colonel was not a quitter, despite what he might tell you. Beneath gruff overtones, the derision of a deeply pained soul and customary barked bouts of biting laughter, Frank was still willing to fight the same as he always had been.  

He need not fight now; he had won.

So forbidden, it was forgotten.

#al pacino #scent of a woman x reader #scent of a woman #frank slade #frank slade x reader #al pacino imagine #scent of a woman imagine #biblio :: 📖

[navyblue123]

Part 1.

I need to vent.

One is about my current obsession. God I hate that word. I dont think I was obsessed with anything for so long I could not remember. But this one came strong.

I have an obsession with Al Pacino.

I already knew the hype of The Godfather series. But eh, wasnt interested. I saw the movies on a website and it can be downloaded. I downloaded the 1st movie. Eh, didnt even watch it. Didnt even download the whole trilogy, just the 1st.

It all started when I saw a video of Apollonia and Michael on TikTok. As much as I hate it, I’m a hopeless romantic okay?! Retro romantic movies? I’m in. So I downloaded the other two movies and started watching. I have difficulties to pay attention to a new movie esp when I’m watching it on a laptop instead the cinema, but safe to say I was hooked til the end.

Little did I know Apollonia was only in the movie for like 2 minutes and it is DEFINITELY not a romantic movie *chuckles because of own stupidity* BUTTTTTT I finished it because of Michael.

Michael Corleone.

Michael, Michael, Michael. *long sigh* *stares ahead as if searching for a profound meaning in life* *rubs temples* *silent moment for at least 5 mins*

What a genius character. More importantly, what a genius actor! What a genius movie! Everything, everything is genius!

After watching that movie, I began aggresively searching for his other movies. Panic In Needle Park, Serpico, Bobby Deerfield, Scarface, Donnie Brasco, Heat, Frankie & Johnny, Scent of A Woman. Scent of A Woman????!!! Hello??!!! Al Pacino in that movie is the GOAT. If there’s one character can top Michael Corleone’s, it’ll be Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade. Damn I want to tango with him.

Why does he has to be so charismatic? I dont understand. I’ve played that tango scene over and over again. When I’ve shut down my laptop, I watch it on Youtube on my phone. Before I go to sleep, I screen record the scene and watch it on my gallery? What- *sigh in frustration*

I’ve changed my Twitter’s and WhatsApp’s profile pic to his. I cant vent on my SocMed’s accounts because I dont want to irk people *nervous laugh*.

Of course Al Pacino has a lot of amazing pictures of himself especially when he was younger, but these two have me on chokehold:

Colonel Frank & Michael. *rubs eyes in stress*

Bye for now.

#al pacino #scent of a woman #the godfather #michael corleone #frank slade #don vito

[alpacinocharactertournament]

AL PACINO CHARACTER TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE

richard: a prince willing to use any means necessary to get to the crown

frank: a retired solider looking to get away to new york city for the weekend

#apct.txt #al pacino character tournament #al pacino #richard iii #scent of a woman #frank slade #not to be dramatic but if richard iii doesnt win this im losing my shit

[4ndj4]

Live laugh love Al

#al pacino #alfredo james pacino #movie #movies #meme #template meme #movie meme #scent of a woman #jack and jill #devils advocate #scarecrow #panic in needle park #dog day afternoon #godfather #godfather 2 #and justice for all #scarface #frank slade #francis lionel #bobby axel #sonny wortzik #michael corleone #arthur kirkland #antonio montana #tony montana #i fucking hate adam sandler

[alpacinoloves]

#al pacino #alfredo james pacino #alpacino #pacino #al #ap #scent of a woman #perfume de mulher #frank slade

[wishingwell-syrup]

Frank Slade, Charlie Simms - Scent Of A Woman

Images in these edits are screenshots taken from some or all of the following - YouTube videos, online videos, gifs and photographs. Cropped, edited, and lighting/colouring changed by me. I claim no ownership for the original imagery, only for the editing I did myself. 

#scent of a woman #frank slade #charlie simms #gorgeous movies #al pacino #chris o’donnell #wishingwell-syrup #photos #may 2023

[filmesbrazil]

#filme #filmes #film #movie #movies #cinema #perfume de mulher #scent of a woman #frank slade #al pacino

[a-boca-do-inferno]

let me take care of you, part 2 (frank slade x reader) [request]

part 1

summary: He didn’t have to see her face to know (y/n) was probably wondering what the hell she was still doing there. He wished he knew, too.

warnings: light angst, fluff, swearing

words: 0.6k

notes: only took me a year 🤪 enjoy <3

Dinner’s cold. (y/n) must have left twenty minutes ago, and he remained paralyzed in his seat. Frank was an asshole, he was well aware of that fact, but tonight he surprised himself with his behaviour. Truth be told; he was just scared, really scared, and poor (y/n) kept paying for her insistence on loving him and just fucking staying by his side. He didn’t understand her mind, and he didn’t pretend to, but damn it. He loved the woman, and so remorse started to eat up his insides like acid. Suddenly, he was sick. Sick of hurting the one he just couldn’t push away completely. Sick of being scared, and allowing his fear to dominate his every move. 

Frank got up and Charlie tried to help him, but he gently turned him away. He sighed and strolled quietly outside, where he knew (y/n) was still sitting by the porch. She never left entirely. That was her worst flaw, perhaps; constantly insisting, even through the pain. He admired it in her character, albeit it concerned him to no end. With a sigh, he sat by her side, without a word. He didn’t have to see to know she was probably curled up, head down, staring at the meadow under her feet. Certainly wondering what the hell she was still doing there. Hoo-ah. He wished he knew, too.

“I won’t leave”, she says matter-of-factly, as if Frank somehow doubted it. He couldn’t help but chuckle, even though it would make her furious. He was right. “What the hell are you laughing at, asshole?”

“Ouch, I only like to be called names in bed, sweetheart”, he snickers, giving her his signature side smile. (y/n) grunts in response, not really amused, and he leans into her slightly. “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said what I said. I was out of line.”

The girl nodded, and he felt her hot breath against his face, which told him she turned to look at him at last. Well, it was a start. “Why would you say something like that, Frank? Don’t I show you how much I love you? Is it not enough?”

Her questions sound tired, and his chest tightens at the thought. Frank bites his lip for a moment, considering his next words carefully. “I don’t know, I’m an idiot. It’s not your fault, my dear”, he laments huskily, glancing forward, blinking anxiously. He’s stressed, and she lets her guard down unconsciously at his sight, leaning into him too. When he senses her closeness, his mouth curves upwards completely, his nose touching her soft cheeks in a quiet display of affection. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too”, she hums, shutting her eyes as he keeps nuzzling her neck. (y/n) grabs his chin between her index and thumb, caressing it. “Stop running. Stop pushing me away. I’m a goddamn mule when I want to be one.” 

Frank laughs heartily, nodding. “Oh, yeah, I would know.” He pulls her into his arms, patting her back as he rocks their bodies together. The light breeze of the night hits them and he feels her shiver under his touch, which makes him smile. “Let’s go back inside, I’ll heat up the food.”

She only kissed his lips without saying anything, and his entire body burned. Oh, how he loved that woman. His fear of being loved could suck ass for all he cared. Hoo-ah. He was tired of feeling like a sick man. When dinner was warm again, Frank made a point of sitting close to her. He wasn’t going anywhere without her. He knew in his heart he wouldn’t last a day, anyway. That night, he chose to stay for (y/n); just as she did so many times before for him.

#scent of a woman #scent of a woman x reader #frank slade #frank slade x reader #frank slade imagine #al pacino x reader #al pacino imagine #al pacino #doodle