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seasicily · 2 years
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Mongerbino, Bagheria, Palermo, Sicilia, Italia
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trixiesol-blog · 2 years
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mauerfrau · 3 months
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Make your muse a dragon
Lily, Alex, and Gilbert, in that order.
Stolen from: @cantuscorvi and @tximidity
Tagging: @sicilitude @fangmother @paperworkanddogs
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landart · 2 years
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coffeebleeds · 3 years
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not you too
What do you mean ‘too’?
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teableeds · 2 years
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Thick or thin crust
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Thin. I like it crunchy.
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bates--boy · 2 years
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DUNE
Viola looked at Peter, and at his media post, then back to Peter, back to the post, raised her eyebrow, tipped her head, mulled it over. He looked like such a sweet boy, a good boy, the kind of boy you’d bring home to your parents. Of course, none of their kin actually were, but that was besides the point. Who taught this poor young man how to talk like this? Was it England? It was England’s fault, wasn’t it?
“Are you talking about your love life?” she asked nonchalantly. “You’re handsome. I could see that being a thing.”
          Peter gives a glowing smile from the compliment. A backhanded one questioning his moral standing, but a compliment nonetheless. He shrugged and said, “In almost all of my relationships, honestly.” What could he say? He was a product of his time and his upbringing pre-adoption -- not much opportunity for healthy socialization in the middle of the ocean during the formative years, come to find out! But he was coming to that place in life where he was totally okay with being a feral thing, especially in a dog-eat-dog world where a little blood had to be drawn in order for his needs to be met.
        And it was a lot of fun to have a mean wit. It was pretty interesting to see how many times his sweet, unassuming looks could let him get away with his forked tongue and pushing boundaries; he recalled sweetly the times he would mumble swear words like “fuck” and “cock rider” in class before the teacher actually realized it was the baby boy in the corner seat. He took the phone back and smiled down at his newest work of art. “Besides, they fucked around first. It was about time they found out.” Peter, stop memeing at ancients.
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fuerdichundfuergott · 3 years
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"Oh my God, your hair is beautiful." She wants to run her fingers through it.
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ourfairdominion · 2 years
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You're missing out
how does that even work [he resizes that he’s probably going to regret asking that]
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czesarevich · 3 years
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I think your muse is neat, and your writing is real nice when it comes across my dash! It's cool seeing other people who enjoy and work with Russian history too
i follow you because ... / accepting !
I feel like I've said this before but I'm really bad at accepting compliments bear with me here-- thank you so much! It means a lot to hear that people enjoy reading my writing; feeling like my writing is interesting is something I kind of struggle with. It's good to know that I'm not doing a terrible job at it lol.
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coltii-romanesti · 3 years
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Oh, uh. Hmm. So how are you and Goat doing?
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Vlad maintained a deadpan expression as he gestured around his home. "I've managed to get him to the Braşov estate, but damn—do you know how much sleep I've lost over keeping an eye on him, so he didn't eat my tables??" The stress was evident in his voice, strained and ready to take a 50 year nap. He sighed, messaging the bridge of his nose. "On the bright side, my place is squeaky clean to avoid him eating my house. But seriously, when are you taking him back???"
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seasicily · 2 years
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Ustica, Sicily
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kelila816 · 3 years
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mauerfrau · 2 years
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As Lily sat on her dear friend's porch, watching the lovely Mediterranean sunset taking place before her, her mind was filled with stormier thoughts. It wasn't much of a secret either, as she was frowning at the beautiful sight and pouring yet another glass of wine for herself, despite having barely eaten anything earlier.
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histcrics · 3 years
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   ‘I bought you something.’ Luana held a long, thin box in her hands, and as she sat beside Viola – having to account for the size of her full skirt, something of which she could never get used too – she slipped it across into her dear friend’s lap.
   ‘I saw it and I thought of you… It might be a little much but, well I thought it would be perfect for the Summer.’ Inside the box was a sheer, navy shawl, something Luana had picked up on her most recent trip of France. Rich colours always made her mind wander back to Viola, and something as rich and deep as ocean blue was no exception.
   ‘Do... do you like it?’
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coffeebleeds · 3 years
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you sound just like England sometimes
We speak the same language. It’s bound to happen sometimes. 
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