Luciana Gatti

I chew you up and I'll spit you out 'cause that's what young love is all about Luciana Gatti 22 dancer & courtesan

[gattirose]

@daypepper ♛ continued from here 

Wednesday snorted at her comment about tall tales and reciprocating, and she was suddenly grinning from ear to ear. “Or tall tales told by men trying to get out of reciprocating… Oh darling, I simply couldn’t, you see, there was a horse that stepped on my hand when I was three…”

She knew the joke was probably wildly inappropriate, and she wasn’t even sure if it was funny, but hell- who really cared? Certainly not her. Day took another long sip of her champagne, willing the bubbles to lift her to her feet.

“I hope so. Otherwise they’d have to keep bringing me drinks because it’d be too embarrassing to do sober.” She said with a small shrug. “I’m thinking in a little while I’ll try again. Or see if anyone has a cane I could steal. Ooh- or a wheelchair, then I could go flying down hills or run over slow pedestrians ankles.”

Luciana cackled wildly at Wednesday’s joke, leaning far enough back in her chair to bump the man sitting behind her. She continued on without a care. She liked this gal and her spirit. Though Wednesday’s body was waging a war against her, Luciana could tell there was a fire inside of her. What a shame... to be so lively and broken at the same time. 

Luci leaned in close, practically laying across the little bistro table to whisper to her new best friend, as if there was anything inconspicuous about her. “You need me to pinch you a wheelchair?” And while it could very well have sounded like she was joking, the nymph was as serious as the flu. “There’s a pharmacy just ‘round the corner. I know the owner pre-tty well. He owes me a favor.” ...or five.

[gattirose]

gabrieldesilva‌:

“Call me crazy then,” he retorted, and his eyes followed the movement of her hand that held the glass, “I like telling people what to do.” Was he ever surprised that people actually cared to follow him and what he had to say? Many years ago, perhaps, when he needed to bluff his way into getting his first big critique printed. The gamble paid off and Paris was soon eating at the palm of his hand. Starting with his editor of course.

“If I pay you to shut up, are you gonna do it, are you going to stop giggling? Can you even stop giggling?” he challenged. The girl looked easily riled, underneath the sticky sweet demeanor she was sporting, Gabriel could imagine a bubbling volcano. And he wanted to have fun with that.

“Sweetie, if you’ve got the money to shut this mouth, fork it over,” she chirped. You couldn’t fault her if she took offense to that, though, as most men payed in spades to do plenty of things with that mouth. He didn’t look too different from the type, but if all he wanted her to do was shut her trap she would happily take the money. Part of her wished he wasn’t teasing. Easy money was her favorite kind. “The giggling will cost extra.” 

The temptation to giggle throughout the remainder of their conversation is almost too much for her to pass on, but her cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling through the conversation. For all she knows he could run off to the papers the moment they parted and write some scathing review of her attitude and business would decline. Her smile fell when she realizes that the arrogance beneath that mop of brown hair atop his head was nothing but a complex.

“Ya’ know... You don’t scare me,” she said matter-of-factly. “I know you got everybody around here hangin’ on your every word, but not me, pal.” She was Luciana fucking Gatti. What did she care about some glorified gossip rag drivel?

[yocalio]

[hoechloin]

[honeymoonavenue]

interlude // ariana grande

[gattirose]

@gabrieldesilva​ ♛ continued from here

“I tell everyone what to do, not just girls. I tell them where to eat, what to watch, who to worship,” Gabriel shrugged, “but isn’t that your literal job though, chiquitita? You laugh on cue, giggle on cue, and sometimes cry on cue if the man’s into that.”

“Is that your shtick then, you giggle your way into your client’s hearts and pockets?” The critic made a face, “must be exhausting.”  

“Mhm,” she says, not missing a beat, “Dealin' with men is exhausting. You’re right.” 

“It pays the bills, what can I say. Nobody loves their job, Mister Silva.” A glass of champagne sloshed around as she emphasized her words with grand hand gestures. She didn’t appreciate the face he was making, but rather than give into the anger it elicited beneath her skin, she hit him with a sickly sweet smile.  “If they do they’re insane.”

[gattirose]

❝ I hate girls that giggle all the time. ❞ Sabrina (1954)

Old Movie Line Meme

“Oh yeah? Well I hate those cynical types’a men that feel the need to tell gals what to do and how to act.” 

“How’s that taste?”

[gattirose]

❝ You haven’t switched from liquor to dope, by any chance, have you? ❞ carmen @ luci

Old Movie Quotes Meme

“No, but I really think I oughta. You know how much I hate the taste of alcohol, plus it may make some of my clients a lil’ more tolerable.” 

[gattirose]

❝ I might as well be reaching for the moon. ❞ Sabrina (1954)

Old Movie Quotes Meme

“That’s not such a bad thing, ya know. I read once that it’s a lot closer than we think. I don’t think it’s too crazy to believe that someone’ll be walkin’ on it one day, if you ask me.” 

She smiles. “What’s so wrong with reachin’?”

[gretagerwisg]

mood

[hubertdehippie]

Shirley Maclaine takes a break while filming ‘What A Way To Go’ (1964).

[roaringmoll]

[filmsploitation]

What a Way to Go! (1964) dir. J. Lee Thompson

[joeyhasfriends]

When you’re a kid, you convince yourself that maybe the grand gesture could be enough. That even though your parents aren’t what you need them to be, over and over and over again, at any moment they might surprise you, with something wonderful. I kept waiting for that, the proof, that even though my mother was a hard woman, deep down, she loved me and cared about me and wanted me to know that I made her life a little bit brighter. Even now, I find myself waiting.

Bojack Horseman

This hits me hard

[mizworldofrandom]

What a Way to Go! (1964)

[gattirose]

𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒢𝒶𝓉𝓉𝒾

″The Pussycat of Le Boulevard Saint-Michel.” September 21st, 1924

[mostlydaydreaming]

“What a Way to Go” (1964)

Gene Kelly & Shirley Maclaine