#Angelo Bianchi

[pier-carlo-universe]

Alla Mediateca un ricordo dei bombardamenti che colpirono la città nel 1943. Cagliari

Appuntamento domani, 26 febbraio, per una serie di proiezioni a cura della Pro Loco Città di Cagliari. Partecipa l'assessora alla Cultura Maria Francesca Chiappe

Appuntamento domani, 26 febbraio, per una serie di proiezioni a cura della Pro Loco Città di Cagliari. Partecipa l’assessora alla Cultura Maria Francesca Chiappe Alla Mediateca un ricordo dei bombardamenti che colpirono la città nel 1943 La Pro Loco Città di Cagliari, in collaborazione con il Comune, organizza un incontro in memoria dei disastrosi bombardamenti che colpirono il capoluogo nel…

[holly-natnicole]

Can They Cook And/Or Bake?

Is a master of cooking & baking, their food always edible & delicious plus anything they makes that's not a dessert is also healthy. Doesn't even need to look at a recipe: Percy & Grover & Reyna from age 12 (in Grover's case, chronologically 24) onwards.

Can cook & bake delicious meals very well only when precisely following a recipe as without 1 they messes up entirely, even burning water when lacking instructions to follow: Hylla from age 12 onwards.

Is good at cooking & baking nutritional meals which are edible, but taste terrible: Leo from age 12 onwards.

Can only make stuff that's put in the oven or microwave with no other preparation required, coz they easily ruins everything (soup, cake, everything) by attempting to do well with the sugar & salt & spices yet realising upon tasting the end result that they had messed up anyway: all of the 13 except minus Thalia and plus Hylla at age 5-11.

Can cook delicious food very well, but they's utterly shit at baking even when carefully reading a recipe: Annabeth from age 12 onwards.

Can bake delicious food very well, but they's utterly shit at cooking even when carefully reading a recipe: Jason from age 12 onwards.

Can't cook nor bake at all, even burning water: Thalia & Bianca/Luna their whole lives.

Somehow switches back and forth between being a master at cooking & baking and being utterly shit at both, depending on whether they's making stuff up as they goes along (the only time they's a master at cooking & baking) or following a recipe (the only time when they's shit at cooking & baking): Frank & Piper & Hazel.

Buys delicious yet unhealthy food thrice each week without caring 'bout losing money: Nico.

Buys delicious & healthy food thrice each week without caring 'bout losing money: Will & Rachel.

[filloavisual]

some inazuma characters as animal crossing characters i did yesterday !! had so much fun doing these

[vintageweddingdresses]

Brides Apr-May 1974 (1 of 1 posts, 30 scans total)

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[raccontidialiantis]

Angelo, angelo…

Eccoci di nuovo: sai che non mi profondo mai in troppe spiegazioni, a riguardo di ciò che faccio. Né tantomeno sto lì a chiedere clemenza, a intercedere. Quanti grattacapi ti ho dato sinora e quante emozioni, quanti batticuore; ma anche quante risate ci siamo fatti e quante emozioni abbiamo provato, assieme! E ancora vedo davanti un bel pezzo di strada da fare, per entrambi. Una curiosità: non è che i capelli bianchi che io ancora inspiegabilmente non ho, magari sono venuti a te? Probabilmente no, perché sono quasi sicuro che tu invece sia una donna: bellissima, fiera e paziente.

Con una lunga chioma corvina incolta che caratterizza e incornicia un viso bellissimo. Retaggio di luce pura. Chi l'ha detto che un angelo debba essere per forza di sesso maschile? Senti: io sono qui, in salute, vivo e vegeto, grazie al tuo Capo; se volessi intervenire nella mia vita, sai benissimo come manifestarti. Mandami uno dei tuoi soliti segni. E se sto per fare qualche scemenza delle mie, per favore fammelo capire. Anche se io in passato raramente ho seguito la strada indicata dai tuoi segnali, tu comunque provaci sempre. Proteggi i miei cari, quelli della cerchia a me vicinissima e infine tutte le altre persone che sai essermi care...

L'amore e la pazienza sanno moltiplicarsi e far ritorno a chi li elargisce con generosità. Sai che non ho eccessive richieste né troppi rimpianti: mi conosci. Sto bene ovunque. È andata com'è andata: sono sempre qui e mai stato... in galera, malgrado me! Be', non è esattamente così: in Kenya, nel '95 tre ore in cella me le sono fatte, ma questa è un'altra storia. Magari, evitami un po’ di ostacoli se riesci. Senza contravvenire al tuo CCL celeste, ovviamente. E se mai tu dovessi partecipare a un qualche sciopero lassù, per una vostra possibile sacrosanta rivendicazione di categoria, mandami magari un buon Cherubino, come tuo supplente. Amen!

RDA

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Nobody's Girl - Chapter Fifteen + Epilogue.

I am so sorry this took so many months to deliver on, besties, but better late than never, huh? Big thanks to all of you who've enjoyed the story, I've been nothing short of thrilled over how well it's been received.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 3,918

Warnings - Adult content throughout, minors DNI!

“Dolly! C’mon, up and at ‘em!” 

The rapid drumming of hands upon her bedroom door preceded Greta’s entrance, Emily stirring groggily, awoken from a bizarre dream that involved her turning up at the speakeasy to find Angelo and Donny furiously juicing hundreds of oranges. She had no idea what that meant, if anything at all, but it had been a hilarious sight, the two gangsters donned in aprons, complete with hair nets, juicing away surrounded by cases packed with the small, dimpled fruits.  

“What time is it?” she muttered, rubbing her face sleepily. 

“Seven! The exact time you told me to wake you. I’ve got the maid bringing our breakfast up, we’re sequestering up here. Maggie is on her way, come on! Up!” 

Who needed a drill sergeant when you had Greta Bianchi?  

Throwing the covers off herself, Emily sorely regretted her request to be awoken so early, but in part that was all Greta’s fault, too, stating that they’d need a good four hours to get themselves ready.  

“Okay, so I’ll do Maggie’s hair first, then Milania’s, then yours and then mine. We need to allow plenty of time to do makeup, and we want an hour to be nice and relaxed first before the chaos of the day begins to swirl.” 

To Emily’s bleary eyes, that chaos was already in full tornado, powered by Greta herself. And then Maggie.  

“Mornin’, darl! You gotta get a wash now while the bathroom is free. I’ve told ya guy to stay the hell where he is. Fuckin’ love it, gettin’ to boss my boss around now I ain’t in work mode!” she grinned, greeting her with a big kiss to her cheek.  

With everything continuing to whirl around her, she padded out of her bedroom to go and wash, disturbed only once by Alessio running in to hug her legs and then take a pee while she cleaned her teeth. While he was there, she helped get him washed, transporting him back down the hallway and into the arms of Luca’s mother, who was of course over from England for the wedding.  

A small fuss arose, Audrey gently reprimanding her grandson while Emily made a break for freedom, telling him he could come and sit with her again once he was ready. The bargain worked, Alessio going somewhat happily with his grandmother while Emily returned to the bedroom, where the maid was in the middle of pouring out coffee while Greta buttered toast.  

“So, sugar. How are those nerves, huh?” Maggie asked, taking a bite out of one of those slices of toast as they sat down.  

“Non-existent,” she revealed, smiling happily. “I’m marrying the love of my life, there’s nothing to feel nervous about really.” 

Her friend smiled, a beaming grin of pride. “Ain’t you just the cutest, darl. Bet you never thought this was where you’d end up, huh?” 

God, no. She’d arrived in all their lives as little Emily Jayne Mortensen, the lost waif from San Francisco, and here she was, about the marry the most powerful man within the New York underworld. Nothing could have foretold this outcome.  

The morning seemed to breeze by in a whirl of getting ready, Emily helped into her gown by her friends, all the while feeling the glaring eyes of Milania at her back. Adjusting the lace at the front of her dress, her heart suddenly skipped, her eyes widening. 

“Oh god, what is that?” 

Greta frowned, not able to immediately see anything. “What’s what, dolly?” 

“Oh boy, I see it,” Maggie gasped, touching a finger to the dark mark upon her dress, sniffing. “It’s your perfume oil, sugar.” 

“Oh, heck!” she cried, her insides beginning to spin into a tizz. Not today, not her wedding day having a hitch of a very noticeable stain on her dress. “I must’ve gotten some on my hands, but I don’t smell it on them. How on earth did it get there?” 

“Well, while you mull it over, I’ll go grab some club soda, see if we can dab it out with a cloth.” Off Maggie rushed, leaving Emily standing there resting a hand to her forehead, Greta quick to light her a cigarette she took with thanks. It was while she was placing her golden case down on the dresser again that she noticed it in the mirror, the smug smirk of the teenage girl sitting across the other side of the room.  

“Young lady, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you?” Greta questioned, straightening and resting her hands to her hips. 

Milania shrugged, examining her nails. “I have no idea what you mean. I’m going to go wait downstairs. I’ll tell everyone you might be late, step mommy dearest.”  

Of course, it wouldn’t be out of the realms of imagination to consider sabotage. After all, Emily only ever applied her perfume oil with the elegant glass bottle stopper; getting it onto her hands was a slim chance.  

“Now, you listen here,” Greta began, Milania rolling her eyes before she sauntered from the room, her start to go after her halted by Emily’s soft grasp upon her forearm. 

“No, darling. Not now. She’s looking for a rise, I’m not going to give her one. She’s just looking to cause trouble in any way she can, and I shan’t grant her that wish on my wedding day.” 

Greta couldn’t believe her composure there, but then again Emily was always the serene one. “Well, alright, dolly. If you insist.” 

Maggie arrived back with cloths and a bottle of club soda, as well as a little handful of assorted flowers. “Plan B, in case I can’t get the stain out. I’ll fix together a little corsage and hide it.” 

She’d never have thought to do that. “Oh, that’s a good idea!” 

“See?” she quipped, her red lips curling into a grin. “I ain’t just big tits, a smart yap and pretty face.” 

“But those count for so much, too,” Emily said with a little wink, trying hard to keep things light when inside, her tummy was rolling over. It had affected her, her soon-to-be stepdaughter exacting her spite in such a way, and on this, the happiest day of her life. She couldn’t dwell on it, though, lest become a nervous wreck.  

With the stain not moving much from Maggie’s efforts, plan B was put into motion, the barmaid taking one of her long, slim brooches and threading each flower through the back of the pin, affixing it with the front against her breast so the little cluster of flowers sat forward, hiding the stain completely.  

“There we go! Gotcha lookin’ all perfect, sweetie pie. Right, shall we get you married next?”  

Emily hugged her gently, giving a little air kiss save dotting her cheek with lipstick. “Oh, for sure!” 

A few other little details were attended to, the trio heading down the stairs once the bride was ready, Angelo waiting at the bottom for her, smiling with pride. 

“Look at ya, toots,” he grinned, holding out his arm, “You look beautiful. He ain’t gonna know what’s hit him, I’m tellin’ ya!” With no father in her life, she had asked him to give her away, Angelo beyond honoured at her request, accepting immediately. Leading her through the lounge, the swirl of violins and a cello began playing the wedding march, Greta and Maggie stepping out first down the flower line aisle.  

Luca didn’t turn around until Emily was halfway up, standing with his sons whom he’d adorably chosen as his best men, his face alight with pride to see the vision in white walking towards him. He’d first met her in tattered, white lace, and now here she was, pristine, radiant, about to become his wife.  

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so happy. Or lucky.  

Before their family and friends, they recited their vows, Emily having her tears of happiness wiped away by Luca’s thumb as she became a little choked by emotion, barely able to believe where her life had led her. She still felt like the dirt-poor little waif from San Francisco, and there she was, marrying a man of great power and wealth, in the grounds of their upstate mansion. The truth was, Luca could have been just as impoverished as she once was, and she’d love him just as much. 

They were pronounced man and wife to huge, rousing cheer, exchanging a kiss, Emily’s brand-new stepsons bursting with glee as they hugged her. Milania, predictably yet lamentably, remained in her seat with a face like thunder. The rest of the day swirled so rapidly that neither had time to notice her sour mood, from posing for photographs down by the lake and around the grounds, to sitting down to eat before drinking and dancing took precedence, nobody paid much attention to Milania at all. 

That wasn’t to say she wasn’t noticed, though. 

Moving to the parlour at the front of the vast homestead, it was the one place in the house that Milania still felt the lingering presence of her mother, since Filomena had been the one to decorate it. Sumptuous, deep oranges and reds complimented the dark oak furniture, the young girl sighing as she smoothed her hand down one of the heavy drapes. God, how she missed her.  

“Hey babydoll.”  

Turning, she saw Jakie Esposito enter the room, eldest son of Carmine Esposito, an associate of her fathers from the city. In truth, he was the kind of young man she should have set her sights upon for future marriage, yet there’d always been something about him she’d never really liked, finding him a little creepy.  

“Hi, Jakie. Listen, not to be rude, but I just wanna be alone, okay?” she began, leaning back against the end of the deep red chaise. “I’m not in the mood for company.” 

“Yeah?” He lifted his chin, looking like her request didn’t apply to him, or rather, like it shouldn’t apply to him. “Well, bein’ alone with you is exactly what I was lookin’ for, sugar pie.” 

Narrowing her eyes, she stormed towards the door, swerving him. “I’m damned tired of having people not listen to me!”  

“Oh, I hear ya, Milania,” he spoke, reaching to grab her arm and pull her back against his chest, ensnaring her in his long-limbed grasp. “I hear you playin’ hard to get. Don’t you be teasing me, sweetie. You know you want it.” 

She was aghast, and suddenly quite scared. “What I want is to be left alone, so leave me!” She tried to pull herself free, a struggle unfolding, Jakie very reluctant to give up his claim. Oh, this was great. First her father had married a woman she couldn’t stand, and now she was having to fend off being groped. It was not Milania Changretta’s day. Speaking of that woman she so loathed, though, who just happened to be passing the parlour right at that moment... 

“What in the world is going on in here?” she cried, coming in through the open door after hearing the commotion. “Get your hands off of her!” 

“Hey, hey, we’re just havin’ fun!” he protested, Emily’s jaw dropping further at his audacity. 

“Fun? Oh, because girls who are having fun are really pulling that hard to free themselves, aren’t they? Let her go right now, you little swine! Do not try me here, Jakie!” 

“Try you?” he scoffed, snickering as Milania finally wrenched herself away from him, scuttling backwards. “And who are you to try?” 

“Who am I?” she spluttered, her eyes narrowing as she picked up a fire poker, approaching him at speed to jam it beneath his chin as she backed him against the wall. She thanked god for sending her the courage she needed in that moment, because the boy needed to hear it, needed to heed too, exactly who she was.  

“I’m the wife of the biggest mafia boss in New York, that’s who I am. But of course, since you’re at my goddamned wedding and your father is an associate of my husband, you should understand that already. Or did you think that the association in question meant you have special privileges? Trust me, kid, they don’t extend to you putting your hands on my daughter. Ever.” 

The boy gulped, the gravitas of his lecherous faux pas hitting him, Emily continuing. “Now, if you swear to me that this was a onetime incident, a huge mistake on your part and offer a sincere apology to Milania, I won’t tell Luca what you did and we move on. If you don’t, my husband will rain hellfire down upon you. Got it?” 

“Yeah,” Jakie breathed, his forehead beading with sweat, “yeah, Mrs. Changretta. I get it.” He then turned to Milania, who folded her arms, cocking her head with a smirk. “I’m sorry, I’ll never treat you like that again.”  

“Damned right, you won’t,” she spoke, lifting her chin, her confidence restored.  

Emily lowered the poker, the boy going to walk away. “Oh, and just one more thing, Jakie.” Bringing the lowered poker up between his legs, she hit him straight in the balls with it, the kid grunting as he doubled over. “That goes for any other girls, too. I’ve got my eye on you.”  

He straightened as best he could, hobbling out of the room, Emily placing the poker back beside the fireplace, impressed as hell with her display of mettle. On the inside, she felt jitters, but she’d be damned before letting them show. She then turned to Milania, expecting a likely tirade. “I know things between us aren’t good, honey, and I know you’re probably mad as hell at me for calling you my daughter, but...” 

Her sentence was cut off when the girl flew into her arms, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Emily. I’m really, really sorry! Thank you, for looking after me just then, with him.” Sobbing, she paused a moment. “Thank you for looking after me all the time, too.” 

Her fire in the situation, the ferocity of her maternal instincts to protect had surprised her greatly, but truly, the greatest surprise of all was having her stepdaughter finally drop the icy divide she’d been wedging between them for months. “Of course, love. We’re family, and I take that very seriously. There’s no way he’s behaving like such a pig on my watch, no way at all.”  

“I know, but I’ve been so awful to you,” she sniffed, Emily drying her eyes with her fingertips. “And you really love me, love us, don’t you?” 

She smiled, cocking her head. “Took you long enough to notice, huh?” 

Laughter sounded then, from them both. “I... yeah. Yeah, I guess so. Shucks, I feel so bad. I ruined your dress and all, spoke to you like you were trash. I don’t know why either. You’ve always been so kind to us all.” 

Steering her to the chaise, they took a seat, Emily grasping her hands. “Because you saw me taking the place your mom used to occupy, and you didn’t like it. I can’t blame you for that, honey. Divorce is probably toughest on the children, seeing their family fracture. Then of course, the unthinkable that happened to you all, losing your mommy. I don’t ever want to replace her, you know. Just be here for you and love you as your stepmom.” 

Nodding, Milania rested her head to her shoulder, Emily wrapping an arm around her. “Thank you. Again.” 

“You’re welcome,” she whispered, kissing her forehead. “Again.” 

Their soft chuckles sounded through the silence of the room, Milania taking a few minutes to compose herself before they left, arm in arm. Heading back through to the throngs of people, Luca could barely believe his eyes when he took them in, his smile broadening as he sank his drink and approached his girls. 

“Now, I’m telling ya, this is a sight I’ve been waitin’ on,” he spoke warmly, reaching to stroke Milania’s cheek with the back of his finger, watching his daughter smile shyly as she rested her head against her stepmother’s shoulder. “Why the change of heart?” 

Milania looked up at Emily before her eyes found her fathers, shrugging a little. “Because Em is the best.”  

God, she wasn’t wrong. Folding an arm around them both, with elegant piano music playing, the three began to dance together, swaying gently, Luca swallowing the massive lump that stuck like a small crab apple in the side of his throat. Life just kept on getting more beautiful, and while he wasn’t sure whether he – with his darkness and many misdeeds – truly deserved it on a pure level, he knew his wife and daughter did. 

Emily rested her head to his chest, reaching to stroke Milania’s cheek, mouthing ‘I love you’, having the girl repeat those same three words to her, a little happy tear trickling down her cheek as she looked over to where Greta nudged Angelo with her elbow, pointing to the happy scene. They both raised their champagne glasses, smiling widely. 

If anything was worth a toast, truly, it was having her family whole.  

“Betcha real relieved that all came up roses there, aintcha, boss?” Angelo spoke a time later, he and Luca standing to the side of the room, watching Emily, Milania and his boys all dancing together in a circle, their hands joining them. 

He laughed for a moment at little Alessio trying to keep up, and Guiseppe with his two left feet. “I am, yeah. Couldn’t be happier with how it’s all played out.”  

Standing there observing such a warming sight, he silently thanked god again for what must’ve been the thousandth time for sending Emily into his life, a woman of such strength, sweetness and grace. He truly couldn’t have married a better woman; one he looked forward to spending the rest of his life with.  

As for Emily herself, as she twirled and laughed with her children, her old life felt a thousand years behind her. Gone were the days of scratching around in poverty, a slave to a drunken mother who barely knew she existed, then used a tool to make money from with her card counting skills when she misguidedly thought she’d at last found her freedom. This was her life now. Luca, the children, the baby she’d birth early the following year, and her wonderful friends. 

It was with further happy tears as she realised it; her life was finally all she’d ever dreamed it would be. 

Epilogue 

The house seemed oddly quiet, given the gravitas of what had happened there on that freezing cold February morning, Greta and Maggie bustling, Luca sinking whiskey in the lounge while in the bedroom, his wife battled to bring the newest member of the family into the world.  

Ivy Elizabeth Changretta had finally made her appearance a week late on February 17th, 1925, weighing a very healthy eight pounds and six ounces, her screams filling the apartment as outside, the snow had poured down. Now it was just the family, the elder children pacified themselves, Emily slept, and Luca stood at the window with his tiny daughter contentedly sleeping in his arms.  

“I was sure you were gonna be a boy, kid,” he spoke, bouncing her when she awoke and began to mildly fuss. “I guess it evens the balance a little, though, don’t it? Three fellas and three dames. Kinda perfect if you look at it like that.”  

“Daddy, I made some lunch if you’re hungry? It’s just sandwiches. We’re waiting on the grocery delivery, but I called them up and they said it’s all backing up right now because of all the orders they have coming in,” Milania suddenly spoke from the doorway, coming to his side, beaming at her brand-new sister. 

“You’re a good girl,” he replied, kissing her head and passing Ivy into her arms. “I’ll call ‘em back and tell ‘em there’s fifty bucks in it for ‘em if they hurry their asses up. You watch your sister for me.”  

Milania beamed, holding the tiny baby carefully. “She’s so pretty. She looks just like mama Em.” 

She’d taken them both very much by surprise at that, the first time she’d referred to Emily as such, Luca touched, his wife bursting into tears. Even more so when the boys swiftly began referring to her as that, too. Mama Em, or sometimes just mama; it was definitely preferrable to some of the names Milania had reserved for her stepmother in the past.  

While her father went out to the telephone, Milania cradled her sister, thinking how she couldn’t wait until she was a few years older and could set herself the same goal; meet a nice guy, start a family. She had her sights set firstly on getting herself a good job, wanting to go to college and study fashion, something Emily was very keenly encouraging, even if her father wasn’t quite so on board. He could be a little antiquated in his thinking at times, but she knew he’d never stop her if it made her happy. 

Emily would never allow that to happen for one thing.  

When the baby began to fuss more than she could soothe, Milania figured she was probably hungry, taking her through to the bedroom. 

“Sorry, mama,” she apologised, Emily stirring and stretching as she sat up carefully. “I think she’s hungry.” 

“I think you’re right, honey.” Taking Ivy, she slipped her nightdress down, the baby latching immediately, smiling as Milania stroked her little wisps of dark hair softly with her finger. “Did our grocery delivery arrive yet?” 

“No, but daddy is on the telephone with them, greasing their palms to get it here sooner rather than later,” she spoke, “and if you’re hungry, I made sandwiches. Baked the bread myself. It’s real easy when you know how.” 

Indeed, for it had been Emily to teach her. “You’re an angel, that’d be great. Tell you what, I’ll get little one here fed and then come join you all in the lounge. Your dad will likely try and shoo me back in here, but I’ve slept a good four hours. I want to be with my family.” 

True to her prediction, as soon as she appeared in the lounge, placing Ivy into her bassinette, Luca did attempt to try and convince her that she should be resting in bed.  

“Ya just gave birth seven hours ago, doll. You need your rest.” 

She shrugged lightly, pulling her silky gown around herself a little tighter. “I can rest on the couch.”  

At that, Milania had raced to fluff pillows, running to the linen cupboard and fetching a big blanket, too, helping her stepmother get comfortable and wheeling the bassinette over to the side of the couch. She then dutifully fetched some sandwiches and a cup of tea for her, sitting down and gently raising Emily’s feet to rest in her lap, tucking the blanket beneath them.  

She truly had straightened out to become nothing short of a wonderful young girl, as her parents always hoped that she would. 

Looking around the room, bathed in the soft blow from the lights and the amber hue of the roaring fire, Emily might have been tired, but god, she was so content. Just her, a loving husband, and four gorgeous children.  

It was then that it truly hit her; she wasn’t nobody’s girl any longer. Now, she was theirs. 

The End. 

[dreaming-hibi]

My KHR OCs? Sure, let me list them

Lucia De Santis

Serena B. Libertà (Lucia's sun guardian)

Maria Cassandra De Angelis (Lucia's cousin and cloud guardian)

Mattia Belli (Lucia's second cousin and rain guardian)

Tommaso "Tommy" Smith-Rossi (Lucia's lightning guardian)

Alexandra "Sasha" Chaplin (Lucia's storm guardian)

Sophia Anthes (Lucia's mist guardian)

Campanella Bandini (Lucia's friend)

Giovanni Fausti (Lucia's friend)

Mariana Angelo De Santis (Lucia's mother / Mare 9th)

Gianni De Santis (Lucia's father)

Federico Feliciano De Santis (Lucia's older brother)

Giacomo De Santis (Lucia's maternal grandfather / Mare 8th)

Vanessa De Santis (Lucia's maternal grandmother)

Dante Salvesti (Lucia's maternal uncle)

Virgilio Salvesti (Dante's boyfriend)

Giulio Cesare & Marco Antonio Salvesti (Dante's kids)

Gaetano De Angelis (Lucia's paternal uncle) + Alessandra De Angelis (his wife) + Maria Margherita De Angelis (Lucia's cousin and Cassandra's younger sister)

Matteo D'Amore (Lucia's granduncle / Giacomo's brother)

Michelangelo D'Amore (Lucia's first cousin / Matteo's son / Mattia's father)

Luca B. Bianchi (Serena's older brother)

Angela "Lena" De Santis (Mare 1st)

Cecilia De Santis (Lena's mother)

Priscilla De Santis (Mare 2nd)

Alessandro De Santis (Mare 3rd / Lucia's greatgreatgreatgrandsomething)

Massimo De Santis (Mare 4th)

Fabrizia Angélique De Santis (Mare 5th)

Angeline De Santis + Mariangela De Santis (Mare 6th)

Enrico De Santis (Mare 7th)

(there's actually more, between siblings and stuff, there's many many more and also the Mare Famiglia follows a stritch family bloodline so yeah, all of them are related)

Do I consider all of them my OCs? I kinda do

[armandoandrea2]

Quando morì la mamma ero piccino assai

e il Babbo mi vendette appena fui capace

di gridar "'zacamino!"; così che adesso a voi

lustro il camino e dormo in mezzo alla fuliggine.

C'è Tommy Dacre che pianse quando la testolina

riccia come una schiena d'agnello gli raparono:

gli dissi: "Lascia perdere, pensa che con la testa

rasata la fuliggine non può sciupar la chioma".

Con ciò si mise buono, e quella notte stessa,

mentre era in sonno immerso, quale visione ebbe!

Mille spazzacamini (Dick, Joe, Ned e Jack)

stavano imprigionati in bare di fuliggine.

E un Angelo arrivò con una chiave lucida

e aprì le loro bare, li rese tutti liberi;

e per un verde piano tra salti e risa c'orsero,

a un fiume si lavarono, nel Sole poi brillarono.

E così nudi e bianchi, lasciati i loro sacchi,

montavan sulle nubi, giocavano nel vento;

e l'Angelo a Tom disse: "Se il bravo tu farai

per padre avrai il Signore, e triste non sarai".

E Tom qui si svegliò; ci alzammo ch'era buio,

coi sacchi e con le scope a lavorare andammo.

Quel giorno era ben freddo, ma Tom felice e caldo;

chi compie il suo dovere più nulla ha da temere.

William Blake

[ponderousorb]

SINCE RH IS CLEARLY RUNNING OUT OF NAMES

A list of names you could use with colours: Red:

Cherry Vine

Garnet Anderson

Ember Carmina

Valentina

Rouge D'Eclat

Strawberry Fields (Delilah's sister)

Merlot Vine

Pinot Rossi

Orange:

Amber Glau

Pumpkin Leigh

Autumn Woods

Ginger O'Hara

Momo Araragi

Tana Gerine

Canta Loupe

Sienna Saffron

Yellow:

Aurora Day

Dijon De Marco

Daisy Meadows

Buttercup Barnes

Honey Maple

Soleil D'or

Fawna Fawcett

Caramel Luxe

Green:

Verda Gris

Jenna Moss

Aloe Verana

Juniper Woods

Olivia Dartmouth

Aqua Verde

Basil Brush

Blue:

Azure Icelely

Tiffany Case (yes this is a Bond Girl name)

Corey Steele

Bebe Skye

Oiche O'Hare

Allundra Borealis

Marina Veradis

Penelope Peacock

Liberty Belle

Purple:

Iris Orion

Magenta Morgan

Lilac laBelle

Amy Theist

Acai Berry

Aura Bergine

Ume Tani

Fiona Foxglove

Verbena Bay

Wisteria Lane

Black:

Nyx Noir

Sable Davenport

Raven Onyx (Shanelle's sister)

Velvet Crowe (shoutout to Tales of Berseria)

Rich Blackwood

Belladonna Notte

Dahlia Darjeeling

White:

Bianca Neve

Lila Alba

Anita Whittaker

Pearl Di Angelo

Ivory Blake

Dove De Witt

Misty Bianchi

Pink

Champagne Orchid

Fuschia Kunzite

Candy Barton

Barbariccia Blush

Jaime Mansfield

Sakura Summers

Cerise Roberts

Amaranth J'Adore

[holly-natnicole]

Luna (Bianca's reincarnation): *runs into a meadow at New Rome* "I found a spider in my bedroom!! What do I do?!"

Nico (who hung out with Annabeth yesterday): "Kill it."

Hazel: "Let it outside."

Reyna: "What type of spider is it?"

Hylla: "Eat it."

Luna, Nico, Hazel, & Reyna: *stare wide-eyed at Hylla*

Hylla: "What? Sprinkle some spices and cooking oil on it, and roast it over a fire; it'll be a delicious snack."

Reyna: "...I am never eating with the Amazons ever again."

Hazel & Nico: *nod in unison*

Luna: "I have an idea!! I'll keep the spider as my pet."

Hazel: *gets up* "Good choice, kiddo!! I'll help ya find a terrarium for it."

[humansbuttheyarenations]

Okay, so:

Welcome to the humanised countries AU!

And no, this isn't Hetalia.

It's BETTER, if I do say so myself(lmao).

Basically, it's a mix between Hetalia and Countryhumans, so you get the best and worst of each fandom.

Now, the countries themselves.

This is a list that’s being updated continuously, so all subject to change.

Argentina: Bruno Sanchéz/Alejandra Laurier

Austria: Felix Lothringen

Austria-Hungary: Maximillian Habsburg/Emilia Habsburg-Hohenzollern

Australia: Kyle Windsor/Grace Takahashi

Belarus: Nina Sanchéz-Romanov

Belgium: Christine Baumgartner/Francois Laurier

Bosnia: Amar Petrović

Brazil: Antônio Santos/Francisca Sanchéz

Bulgaria: Aleksandra Berzina

Canada: Jackson Windsor/Emma Sanchéz

Chile: Martina Andersson

Croatia: Nika Sepp

Cuba: Alejandro Sanchéz

Cyprus: Kyrenia Becker

Czechia: Tomáš Novák

Denmark: Kevin Jensen

Estonia: Kiira Järvinen/Mattias Sepp

Finland: Timo Järvinen/Kristiina Windsor

France: Michèle Bérnard-Windsor

German Empire: Michael Hohenzollern

Germany: Walter Becker

Greece: Eleni Bianchi

Hungary: István Almassy

Iceland: Gunnar Andersson

Indonesia: Matius Laurier/Gemi Windsor

Ireland: Kelsey Windsor/Saoirse Kowalski

Israel: Eliana Windsor

Italy: Nicola Bianchi

Jamaica: Marley Windsor/Tashelle Sanchéz

Japan: Sakura Takahashi-Windsor/Kenzō Takahashi

Latvia: Andrejs Berzina

Lithuania: Lina Kazlauskas

Luxembourg: Yvette Rossi

Malaysia: Barzin Windsor

Malta: Giulia Bérnard

Mexico: Sergio Sanchéz/Carmen Lothringen-Sanchéz

Moldova: Valentina Ionescu

Morocco: Faisal Idrissi/Amira Ackerman

Monaco: Christian Rossi

NATO(ik an organisation but hey): Lucas Windsor

Netherlands: Hendrik Laurier

New Zealand: Shane Windsor/Heidi Sanchéz

Norway: Ingrid Matić

Philippines: Angelo Sanchéz/Agila Windsor

Poland: Katarzyna Nagy/Robert Kowalski

Portugal: Maria Windsor

Prussia: Friedrich Hohenzollern

Puerto Rico: Sebastian Sanchéz

Romania: Andrei Ionescu

Russia: Sergei Romanov/Sofia Hassan

Serbia: Marijana Romanov

Singapore: Derrik Windsor

Slovakia: Tatiana Novák

Slovenia: Matej Matić

South Africa: Stoffel Ackerman

Spain: Jorge Sanchéz

Sweden: Stefan Andersson

Switzerland: Julian Baumgartner

TR: Klaus Schmidt

Turkey: Safiye Becker

UK: William Windsor

Ukraine: Daniela Windsor

USA: Alex Windsor/Amelia Windsor-Idrissi

Vietnan: Kieu Sanchéz

Yugoslavia: Bogdan Petrović

[vintageweddingdresses]

Modern Bride covers-Various dates (3 of 3 posts, 61 scans total)

These where scanned by another fan of vintage Bridals.

[maryleclerc]

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

if you haven’t read 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥, you can read it here

i haven’t decide the gender yet, but here are some name that i love & if you have another name to suggest, feel free to ask in my inbox… you can ask as anon 🫶🏻

and thank you so much for love my series, it’s really mean alot to me!!!

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞:

Princess Charlotte Pearl

Princess Adeline Durand

Princess Fleuretta Perrault

Princess Amandine Côté

Princess Berthe Joubert

Princess Eula Angelo

Prince Mathis Pierre

Prince Fernand Gagneux

Prince Raoul Laurent

if you love any name above, please send me through my ask box 🫶🏻

[ronnymerchant]

Catherine Lorre and Forrest J Ackerman at a Famous Monsters Convention in the 70's.

Catharine nearly fell victim to "Hillside Stranglers" Angelo J. Buono and Kenneth A. Bianchi, who approached her one night in 1977 intending to abduct and murder her as they had and would do to ten women before the law caught up with them. Learning she was Peter Lorre's daughter, they just let her go. They were movie fans and liked Lorre's work. Catharine was 25 at the time. After the capture of Bianchi and Buono, and their photographs were made public, Catharine realized who they were. Later in interviews, Catharine stated that she never felt threatened by either man: She believed it to be a casual and friendly encounter. Bianchi and Buono stated that the only reason her life was spared was because Peter Lorre was her father.

She died from complications due to diabetes at 32, in 1985.

[salvo-love]

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Insistono e persistono con il "+ campo largo +" e prendono per l'ennesima volta ( elezioni regionali in Molise ) una batosta molto, molto pesante !!!

Se @ellyesse , @senatoripd , @partitodemocratico continuano con gli slogans di #uteroinaffitto #matrimoniolgbt #matrimoniogay #cannabisfree #drogalibera #gaypride #gender #adozionigay #adozionilgbt #famigliearcobaleno #ddlZan #proteggere e #difendere #ladridicase #centrisociali #occupazioniabusive #spacciatori #stupratori #immigrati #irregolari #clandestini #delinquenti #rapinatori #lillegalità e il #degradourbano #degrado causato da scelte scellerate e #falsobuonisti di #invogliare, #promuovere ed #invitare tutti i #Migranti del #mondointero a venire in Italia dove NON c'è più il #pozzodisanpatrizio ormai #tuttoesaurito per cui in Italia NON ci sono o scarseggiano i denari per andare in pensione, per pagare la #naspi, la #disoccupazione, aumentare gli stipendi e pensioni erosi dall'inflazione; i denari per far sì che milioni di italiani poveri ed indigenti e che ormai non arrivano neanche alla seconda settimana del mese e sono costretti a rivolgersi alla #caritas ; denari che NON ci sono ovviamente nemmeno per una #accoglienzaincontrollata #accoglienzafuoricontrollo di centinaia, centinaia e centinaia di migliaia di #Migranti che per il 92% ( dati del #viminale ) NON scappano da NESSUNA #guerra e #persecuzione e che grazie a politiche scellerate e ideologiche di #falsobuonisti , #falsomoralista, #finti e #falsifilantronpi e #buonistifasulli con i #rolex , con #ville e #auto #costosissime e con i #denari che gli escono dalle tasche ossia ed in breve i famosi #radicalchic e #radicalschic della #sinistra #liberale, #sorosiana, #turbomondialista, #liberista #ipercapitalistica, con #finta e #falsa #attenzione per i #veripoveri e i numerosissimi #veri #indigenti #italianiindifficoltà . Per concludere questa #sinistra dei #dirittiincivili dei #diritti di pochi deve occuparsi più, più, molto di più degli #enormi e #gravosi problemi della stragrande maggioranza degli italiani in fortissima difficoltà e smetterla con gli slogans ricordati sopra !!! Firmato Alfeo de Luca de *"* Il Giornale delle Verità autentiche e nascoste.it *"*. #RiccardoMagi #PiúEuropa #Fratoianni #AngeloBonelli e #Furfaro #Bonafé

Propaganda Live Andrea Pennacchi Diego Bianchi Marco Makkox Dambrosio #SentinelliAlessandro TG LA7 Marco Damilano #igorskofic #MassimoGiannini La Stampa #emilianofittipaldi Domani official La Ragione il domani Davide Giacalone #MAURIZIOMOLINARI Repubblica.it L' Espresso LEFT #uffpost l'Unità Tg3 Mondo TG3 #Tg3LineaNotte ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⁉️⁉️⁉️🤔🤔🤔❗⁉️⁉️

Giuseppe Conte MoVimento 5 Stelle Elly Schlein Partito Democratico Campania #partitodemocratico Senatori PD Stefano Patuanelli Chiara Appendino #lauraboldrini #provenzano Debora Serracchiani Antonio Misiani Simona Flavia Malpezzi Ettore Licheri Roberto Gualtieri Michele Gubitosa Paola Taverna Alessandra Todde Riccardo Ricciardi Enzo Amendola Brando Benifei Marco Furfaro Nicola Fratoianni Angelo Bonelli ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Insistono e persistono con il "+ campo largo +" e prendono per l'ennesima volta ( elezioni regionali in Molise ) una batosta molto, molto pesante !!!

Se @ellyesse , @senatoripd , @partitodemocratico continuano con gli slogans di #uteroinaffitto #matrimoniolgbt #matrimoniogay #cannabisfree #drogalibera #gaypride #gender #adozionigay #adozionilgbt #famigliearcobaleno #ddlZan #proteggere e #difendere #ladridicase #centrisociali #occupazioniabusive #spacciatori #stupratori #immigrati #irregolari #clandestini #delinquenti #rapinatori #lillegalità e il #degradourbano #degrado causato da scelte scellerate e #falsobuonisti di #invogliare, #promuovere ed #invitare tutti i #Migranti del #mondointero a venire in Italia dove NON c'è più il #pozzodisanpatrizio ormai #tuttoesaurito per cui in Italia NON ci sono o scarseggiano i denari per andare in pensione, per pagare la #naspi, la #disoccupazione, aumentare gli stipendi e pensioni erosi dall'inflazione; i denari per far sì che milioni di italiani poveri ed indigenti e che ormai non arrivano neanche alla seconda settimana del mese e sono costretti a rivolgersi alla #caritas ; denari che NON ci sono ovviamente nemmeno per una #accoglienzaincontrollata #accoglienzafuoricontrollo di centinaia, centinaia e centinaia di migliaia di #Migranti che per il 92% ( dati del #viminale ) NON scappano da NESSUNA #guerra e #persecuzione e che grazie a politiche scellerate e ideologiche di #falsobuonisti , #falsomoralista, #finti e #falsifilantronpi e #buonistifasulli con i #rolex , con #ville e #auto #costosissime e con i #denari che gli escono dalle tasche ossia ed in breve i famosi #radicalchic e #radicalschic della #sinistra #liberale, #sorosiana, #turbomondialista, #liberista #ipercapitalistica, con #finta e #falsa #attenzione per i #veripoveri e i numerosissimi #veri #indigenti #italianiindifficoltà . Per concludere questa #sinistra dei #dirittiincivili dei #diritti di pochi deve occuparsi più, più, molto di più degli #enormi e #gravosi problemi della stragrande maggioranza degli italiani in fortissima difficoltà e smetterla con gli slogans ricordati sopra !!! Firmato Alfeo de Luca de *"* Il Giornale delle Verità autentiche e nascoste.it *"*. #RiccardoMagi #PiúEuropa #Fratoianni #AngeloBonelli e #Furfaro #Bonafé

Propaganda Live Andrea Pennacchi Diego Bianchi Marco Makkox Dambrosio #SentinelliAlessandro TG LA7 Marco Damilano #igorskofic #MassimoGiannini La Stampa #emilianofittipaldi Domani official La Ragione il domani Davide Giacalone #MAURIZIOMOLINARI Repubblica.it L' Espresso LEFT #uffpost l'Unità Tg3 Mondo TG3 #Tg3LineaNotte ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⁉️⁉️⁉️🤔🤔🤔❗⁉️⁉️

Giuseppe Conte MoVimento 5 Stelle Elly Schlein Partito Democratico Campania #partitodemocratico Senatori PD Stefano Patuanelli Chiara Appendino #lauraboldrini #provenzano Debora Serracchiani Antonio Misiani Simona Flavia Malpezzi Ettore Licheri Roberto Gualtieri Michele Gubitosa Paola Taverna Alessandra Todde Riccardo Ricciardi Enzo Amendola Brando Benifei Marco Furfaro Nicola Fratoianni Angelo Bonelli ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Insistono e persistono con il "+ campo largo +" e prendono per l'ennesima volta ( elezioni regionali in Molise ) una batosta molto, molto pesante !!!

Se @ellyesse , @senatoripd , @partitodemocratico continuano con gli slogans di #uteroinaffitto #matrimoniolgbt #matrimoniogay #cannabisfree #drogalibera #gaypride #gender #adozionigay #adozionilgbt #famigliearcobaleno #ddlZan #proteggere e #difendere #ladridicase #centrisociali #occupazioniabusive #spacciatori #stupratori #immigrati #irregolari #clandestini #delinquenti #rapinatori #lillegalità e il #degradourbano #degrado causato da scelte scellerate e #falsobuonisti di #invogliare, #promuovere ed #invitare tutti i #Migranti del #mondointero a venire in Italia dove NON c'è più il #pozzodisanpatrizio ormai #tuttoesaurito per cui in Italia NON ci sono o scarseggiano i denari per andare in pensione, per pagare la #naspi, la #disoccupazione, aumentare gli stipendi e pensioni erosi dall'inflazione; i denari per far sì che milioni di italiani poveri ed indigenti e che ormai non arrivano neanche alla seconda settimana del mese e sono costretti a rivolgersi alla #caritas ; denari che NON ci sono ovviamente nemmeno per una #accoglienzaincontrollata #accoglienzafuoricontrollo di centinaia, centinaia e centinaia di migliaia di #Migranti che per il 92% ( dati del #viminale ) NON scappano da NESSUNA #guerra e #persecuzione e che grazie a politiche scellerate e ideologiche di #falsobuonisti , #falsomoralista, #finti e #falsifilantronpi e #buonistifasulli con i #rolex , con #ville e #auto #costosissime e con i #denari che gli escono dalle tasche ossia ed in breve i famosi #radicalchic e #radicalschic della #sinistra #liberale, #sorosiana, #turbomondialista, #liberista #ipercapitalistica, con #finta e #falsa #attenzione per i #veripoveri e i numerosissimi #veri #indigenti #italianiindifficoltà . Per concludere questa #sinistra dei #dirittiincivili dei #diritti di pochi deve occuparsi più, più, molto di più degli #enormi e #gravosi problemi della stragrande maggioranza degli italiani in fortissima difficoltà e smetterla con gli slogans ricordati sopra !!! Firmato Alfeo de Luca de *"* Il Giornale delle Verità autentiche e nascoste.it *"*. #RiccardoMagi #PiúEuropa #Fratoianni #AngeloBonelli e #Furfaro #Bonafé

[staipa]

Un nuovo post è stato pubblicato su https://www.staipa.it/blog/bologna-2/?feed_id=912&_unique_id=64ca00a5c6abf %TITLE% Bologna 25/05/2004 (Da "Contrapposizioni" Stefano Giolo, Edizioni Il Filo) È ancora fermo a quell’ora l’orologio della stazione. Quando la gente saliva sul proprio sogno, per un viaggio che non era l’ultimo né il più bello forse, ma era il loro, la vita. Persone immerse nella routine, tristi, § felici, amanti, piccoli infanti. Ed ora sono un ora, una crepa in un muro coperte da torri lontane da persone non nostre che ci fanno pensare più che loro. ANTONELLA CECI anni 19 ANGELA MARINO ” 23 LEO LUCA MARINO ” 24 DOMENICA MARINO ” 26 ERRICA FRIGERIO IN DIOMEDE FRESA ” 57 VITO DIOMEDE FRESA ” 62 CESARE FRANCESCO DIOMEDE FRESA ” 14 ANNA MARIA BOSIO IN MAURI ” 28 CARLO MAURI ” 32 LUCA MAURI ” 6 ECKHARDT MADER ” 14 MARGRET ROHRS IN MADER ” 39 KAI MADER ” 8 SONIA BURRI ” 7 PATRIZIA MESSINEO ” 18 SILVANA SERRAVALLI IN BARBERA ” 34 MANUELA GALLON ” 11 NATALIA AGOSTINI IN GALLON ” 40 MARINA ANTONELLA TROLESE ” 16 ANNA MARIA SALVAGNINI IN TROLESE ” 51 ROBERTO DE MARCHI ” 21 ELISABETTA MANEA VED. DE MARCHI ” 60 ELEONORA GERACI IN VACCARO ” 46 VITTORIO VACCARO ” 24 VELIA CARLI IN LAURO ” 50 SALVATORE LAURO ” 57 PAOLO ZECCHI ” 23 VIVIANA BUGAMELLI IN ZECCHI ” 23 CATHERINE HELEN MITCHELL ” 22 JOHN ANDREW KOLPINSKI ” 22 ANGELA FRESU ” 3 MARIA FRESU ” 24 LOREDANA MOLINA IN SACRATI ” 44 ANGELICA TARSI ” 72 KATIA BERTASI ” 34 MIRELLA FORNASARI ” 36 EURIDIA BERGIANTI ” 49 NILLA NATALI ” 25 FRANCA DALL’OLIO ” 20 RITA VERDE ” 23 FLAVIA CASADEI ” 18 GIUSEPPE PATRUNO ” 18 ROSSELLA MARCEDDU ” 19 DAVIDE CAPRIOLI ” 20 VITO ALES ” 20 IWAO SEKIGUCHI ” 20 BRIGITTE DROUHARD ” 21 ROBERTO PROCELLI ” 21 MAURO ALGANON ” 22 MARIA ANGELA MARANGON ” 22 VERDIANA BIVONA ” 22 FRANCESCO GOMEZ MARTINEZ ” 23 MAURO DI VITTORIO ” 24 SERGIO SECCI ” 24 ROBERTO GAIOLA ” 25 ANGELO PRIORE ” 26 ONOFRIO ZAPPALA’ ” 27 PIO CARMINE REMOLLINO ” 31 GAETANO RODA ” 31 ANTONINO DI PAOLA ” 32 MIRCO CASTELLARO ” 33 NAZZARENO BASSO ” 33 VINCENZO PETTENI ” 34 SALVATORE SEMINARA ” 34 CARLA GOZZI ” 36 UMBERTO LUGLI ” 38 FAUSTO VENTURI ” 38 ARGEO BONORA ” 42 FRANCESCO BETTI ” 44 MARIO SICA ” 44 PIER FRANCESCO LAURENTI ” 44 PAOLINO BIANCHI ” 50 VINCENZINA SALA IN ZANETTI ” 50 BERTA EBNER ” 50 VINCENZO LANCONELLI ” 51 LINA FERRETTI IN MANNOCCI ” 53 ROMEO RUOZI ” 54 AMORVENO MARZAGALLI ” 54 ANTONIO FRANCESCO LASCALA ” 56 ROSINA BARBARO IN MONTANI ” 58 IRENE BRETON IN BOUDOUBAN ” 61 PIETRO GALASSI ” 66 LIDIA OLLA IN CARDILLO ” 67 MARIA IDRIA AVATI ” 80 ANTONIO MONTANARI ” 86