TOP 5 PASTA SHAPES
KATIE COMING IN STRONG AND AWAKENING MY ITALIAN SPIRIT LET'S GO
1. fusilli. THEE BEST PASTA SHAPE AND IM WILLING TO FIGHT MY FELLOW ITALIANS OVER THIS. a short king that holds all kind of sauces well and it's just so delicious with its sinuous curves.
2. spaghetti. THE SPAGHETTI HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG PLEASE STOP BREAKING THEM THEY ARE INNOCENT. but seriously why would anyone want to break them when they are so versatile and perfect. you can literally pair them with any sauce and they're gonna be delicious no matter what.
3. penne rigate. classic but timeless. they MUST be ridged tho. if you accidentally got the smooth ones that's okay, just go back to the store, put them back on the shelf, and get the ridged penne. im not even kidding ON GOD YOU BETTER GET THEM RIDGES.
4. farfalle. i think you would call these 'bowties' but the italian word actually translates to 'butterflies'. if that's not enough to make you love them, just know that they're also one of the most perfect shapes for pasta salad in the summer.
5. trofie. fresh handmade trofie and pesto aka a match made in heaven. i literally got nothing to add to that it already speaks for itself.
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The pasta was a tad too cooled, but you were warmed regardless by the look in Terzo’s eyes as he watched you slide the fork from your plush lips. “It’s delicious, Papa.”
“Bah,” replied Terzo, “I cannot cook as you can, dolcezza. What meals you have spoiled me with! How you satiate me, I am thinking you cannot possibly understand…” His expression was turning ravenous, his heated gaze roaming over all of you that he could see, tucked snugly into the cushions and blankets all about his grand bed. “Though I am not sated nearly enough tonight, bella.”
“Oh, Terzo,” you giggled, watching him swirl the last bit of noodles from his plate beside you, his eyes never leaving your body. Turning away, you traded your own plate for your wineglass, a quarter full. You held it out to your love, coyly.
“More wine for the birthday girl?” he crooned, keenly reaching out for the bottle.
“Yes, please, Papa.”
The rich red poured out, liberally, and you had to feign concern with laughter. “That’s enough, Terzo, I don’t want to make a mess in your bed!”
Papa was grinning. “Oho, tesoro mio, but I am here to make a mess with my most beloved… A very, very naughty mess, si?”
Before you could even get a good sip down, Terzo was plucking the glass from your fingers and leaning in for a delicious kiss. You busied your hand instead with cradling his handsome face, as you tasted wine and sweet basil on his probing tongue.
A moment later and your head was spinning, heady with desire rather than the expensive wine. “I want my birthday present now, Papa…” you murmured, fingers trailing down to get him at least as undressed as you already were.
“Patience, amore mio, patience…” Papa urged, shifting as he brought you closer into his lap. Something there didn’t feel patient at all, and your excitement rose accordingly. “Do not be greedy, you must have your birthday cake first, bellissima…”
“Is there a candle I can blow?” You whispered wickedly, and Terzo groaned with desire into your lush hair. Slotting his chin over your head as he ran his hand down your back, he scanned the candlelit room.
“Devil’s balls,” you heard him mutter, “where is it? I’m sure I left your cake in here…”
A whiff of air, and perhaps a small explosion from the other end of the bedroom? You whipped your head around.
Out of a puff of burning cherry-scented smoke, a rather handsome and charming man was sauntering into the room like he owned the place.
“Looking for this?”
Raphael was holding out a small cake, and with a leisurely snap of his fingers the few candles there were lit suddenly. Your mouth went dry at the sight of him, your core below not quite suffering in the same way.
“Happy Birthday, sweetling,” the devil crooned, and then to Terzo, “I trust my invitation still stands?” Raphael looked directly at you, cocky head tilted. “I bear a great hunger for something saccharine… and pliable… and I think you’ll do rather nicely…”
Terzo was busy behind you, caressing every part of you that he could reach, and you felt his breath hot and heavy on the back of your neck. “Are you ready for your party, my birthday girl?”
“Oh, Papa…” you whispered, incredulous, “yes, please… but how in the world?”
“I am an envoy of devils, no? Hell is no stranger to your Papa, dolcezza, and I thought perhaps you’d like to indulge, this special night… I will try not to be greedy, as well…”
Raphael was coming closer, the candlelight burning down low as his lustful gaze remained fixed on your trembling form, and your cake was soon forgotten as all present began to enjoy something much sweeter. You.
Happy Birthday!! 💕
Z!!!!! I am speechless please excuse me while I pass out then go and read this a hundred more times
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Hii! On the fics topic, aside from the angst, I think there's a lot more Wille could (and should) have said to Simon in that last moment. Like a big declaration you know? Idk I just wanted more words haha and as I love your writing, I think you could do something amazing expanding that scene maybe. Ty 😘
Honestly I think the scene is perfect as is - all Simon really needs to hear there is that Wille is making a choice for himself for once, that he’s choosing himself, choosing love, choosing Simon.
I genuinely think Simon would’ve stayed with Wille despite anything, even if Wille didn’t give up the throne - if that’s what Wille truly wanted and wanted to work on. The problem was always that Wille didn’t want it and felt stuck and took that frustration out on Simon. All Simon has ever wanted is for Wille to be himself and to be happy and to be happy with him. It’s actually insane how selfless Simon is and I love that his arc was him returning to himself - like in S2 we saw him guarding himself and trying to be extra assertive about not giving ppl chances - but in the end, he realizes that if ppl fuck up their chances, it’s on them. He’s still brave for having the courage to try and give them another chance. And that’s why he gets out of the car even though he’s clearly hesitating to do so - he wants to hear what Wille has to say, he wants to give him a chance. And Wille chooses himself. And that’s all Simon needs to hear. Because he has always just loved Wille.
I’m getting sidetracked. But yes I definitely want to write the conversation - I just imagine it to happen in the car, whispered between them as they nestle together in the back seat, with summer blooming around them.
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I like the way you wrote angel with mob bucky and would love to see your take on orc bucky who abducted himself a human wife
(if you have time ofcourse)
Man oh man have I taken this ask seriously and ran with it.
You're in for a great surprise soon, nonnie. If you're still here of course:"
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I finally got to take some pictures of my @aestromeri order! I cannot stress enough how much I love everything here, it's all so pretty and the quality is amazing 😭😭
I forgot I put the stickers on my laptop and got the best surprise when I shut it earlier and saw them asdjfhgfj (yes I know they're upside down, it's so when I shut my laptop *I* get to look at them when my laptop is on the desk, it doesn't leave the house anyway so no one will see them being upside down while it's open lmao)
LOOK HOW PRETTY
Ryou came with me for a walk so I could get pictures and just look at that iridescence!! This is literally the prettiest thing I own, look at his face 😭😭🥰💙💙
That sparkle!!!
Please take a look at their store https://aestromeri.bigcartel.com/products , I am so glad I got to order and I am so happy I get to see these pretty boys every day 😭😭
Thank you @amararala for making the gifs for me! 💜
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