#Italy au

[butmakeitgayblog]

AU of teach me au where a young professor Lexa is on a sabbatical where she meets Clarke grinding on a statue she's supposed to be studying

Dude if postgrad Lexa had stumbled upon a fellow younger Clarke on holiday going full bump'n'grind on a piece of historical statuary... it would be the most conflicting experience in her life. Because her instictual response, undoubtedly, would be, "Get. Down from there ಠ_ಠ"

But also she's not an entire tightass (in the non-physical sense at least). Like, the fitting choice in iconography would not be lost on her in the slightest. And truthfully once that initial shock wore off, the fact that it was a very attractive idiot who was doing the desecrating of fine art would take over.

Altho... tbf if we're using the fic as a base jumping off point... Lexa still would've been with Costia at that time (without Costis she wouldn't have been in the art field). Engaged, in fact. So a younger Elbow Patches meeting a very beautiful, wild, and free younger Clarke while on a college trip and having those worlds collide leads my brain down a very morally seedy and torrid 'Before Sunrise'-esque affair line of thinking... 👀

[crygimethydgoode]

CHAPTER 2 OF COME AND FIND ME IS POSTED!!! this chapter is called Style and kinda helped fuel the writing of this entire story so we are very excited to share it <3

UPLOADED ON AO3 NOW AND WILL BE POSTED ON TUMBLR AT SOME POINT IDK WHEN

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“SHUT UP, GIRLS! I AM ON THE PHONE!” Jane cried.

“BITCH! It’s a charcuterie board! You can share!” It was then Tia heard a bright and familiar laugh, barely audible, but far too easy for her to recognize. Her heart dropped, senses suddenly flooded as she heard herself call out.

“Is Dada there!?”

“Tia!?” And then Tia was snatching Nymphia’s phone out of her hand (Nymphia handed it to her halfway). Her dropped heart rose to her throat the second Dada’s face came into view after also intercepting Jane’s phone. She looked as beautiful as ever, unable to stop the grin spreading on her face. Tia saw the time, it was almost eight. And for once in her life, Tia knew she needed to be like Nymphia. Not brave, but shameless.

“What are you doing right now?” She wasn’t even processing the words she was saying, her body felt like it was floating but she was all too aware of the fact that she was standing, her knees felt a little weak.

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[starfall-spirit]

Not me plotting Rhys taking Feyre to Paris on their actual honeymoon when I haven’t even finished Italy. Of course not.

[backpackingspace]

okay so post epic odyssey where odysseus and Penelope have surfaced from their room finally and he and diomedes are catching up I'm imagining the conversation going something like this

Odysseus: so then I gave up being merciful and became the monster.

Diomedes:....you tried being merciful?

Odysseus: Yes?

Diomedes: you did? You tried being a good merciful person? You?

Odysseus: Yah okay fuck off it was polties dying wish. I had to try.

Diomedes:.....90% of the war crimes in the Trojan war were suggested, planned out, and carried out by you. We literally stoned to death the guy you had a personal grudge against. We framed him for treason and stoned him to death. 70% of why Athena liked you was because she thought she knew all the ways to kill someone and then you'd suggest something insane and I'd see her taking notes. You literally gave Ajex a psyoctic break just being yourself.

Odysseus: shut up

Diomedes: I'm not wrong. Did you tell Penelope about your attempt to be a good person?

Odysseus: What? Of course I did. I told her everything.

Diomedes: did she laugh?

Odysseus:...shut up that's not the point

Diomedes: she did didn't she!!!

Odysseus: ANYWAY eurylochus wasn't appreciative of my return to monsterhood and he started causing problems so I

Diomedes: killed him? Yah saw that coming. No shit. I'm so shocked.

[where-are-the-pixels]

[makiswirl]

happy father's day here's these jotaro things i've drawn semi-recently

[bigfatbreak]

Does Chloe tone down her direct bullying/harassment of Marinette after that day to just the dead mom jokes out of guilt, or is it more that Marinette now being homeschooled means Chloe just lost access? Also, does Lila try the whole lying/sabotaging thing on Marinette and just fail or does Marinette just not care?

Lila has no reason to sabotage Marinette because Marinette isn't threatening her little empire she wants to build. In fact, she really wants Marinette on her side BECAUSE she's not apart of the school, so she doesn't need to keep up an elaborate web of lies! She can just try to befriend a talented girl who makes AMAZING food and try to get freebies~

meanwhile, with Chloe, things got really complicated after the pool incident...

Tom was not in the mood to put up with this crap.

[renonv]

Gakuen Au where these three are RAs and Ludwig is taking his job too seriously

[heedzhee-art]

prumano vampire hunting AU :>

Romano for some reason doesn't shoot the annoying albino vampire who's favourite drink isn't even bIood 🍺

bonus

[vvulcanprince]

hannibal shooting locations in florence with screencaps from the show part 2 :3

if you want to repost, please CREDIT!

and responding to a reblog on the first part, i infact made my friend wander the locations with me and compare them with the scenes from the show haha

[ronkoza]

some practice drawings

Tor belongs to @littleulvar

[butmakeitgayblog]

I think elbow patches would have a witty remark on that's not how the Greeks did the horizontal tango but she can show Clarke back at her hotel

I'm holding your hand as I say this—

You think the same woman who brought tuna salad to their first official lunch date, and had a borderline aneurysm when she vaguely complimented Clarke's body, would ever be smooth enough to even think of this, much less pull it off without nearly hurting herself in the process?

[crygimethydgoode]

the first chapter to our sequel of Just Take Me Home is posted!!! we love this bitch so much and have been so excited to post… we’ve been writing this before Just Take Me Home was even finished being uploaded. thank you so much to everyone who’s supported and followed us and please enjoy the first chapter of COME AND FIND ME

(as per usual we will post the full chapter on tumblr when we feel like it but it’s now posted on ao3)

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Tia Kofi and La Grande Dame were still left reeling from their August tour of Italy (and fling). And they were both supposed to be okay with saying goodbye when September began. Tia was supposed to be enjoying her semester abroad in Italy. Dada was supposed to be okay. Nymphia was supposed to block Jane, and Crystal was never supposed to see Gigi again.

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SEQUEL TO JUST TAKE ME HOME.

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“Where are you going?!”

“Tia.” Like it was obvious, the easiest thing in the world, not what she had been avoiding. “I’m going back… I’m going to Tia.” And without another word, she was out the door. Dada ran to her car, hopping in as fast as she could and hitting shuffle on a playlist, Style (Taylor’s Version) played first. She pulled out the driveway, tires screeching.

At the same time, Tia walked out of her room, beaming at the floor, unable to meet the other girl's eyes.

“She’s coming.”

[harrysfolklore]

when in italy - harry blurb

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

"I swear is this way!" a very drunk Harry said, pointing out to the street in front of him, "I've walked down these streets a shit ton of times, I know how to get back."

"Harry, darling," Alessandro said, standing in front of him, "Let's just admit that we're lost and ask for directions."

"No! I know the way!" he stubbornly protested and headed the way he initially pointed, almost tripping on his own feet due to his drunk state.

Alessandro followed him, he knew how stubborn Harry got whenever he was drunk, and decided to trust him with the task of getting them back to their place in Italy for their holiday.

"Harry, I'm afraid we're walking in circles," Alessandro said once he noticed that they were back in the same place they were a few minutes before and they had been walking for almost 10 minutes now.

"Shit," Harry stopped on his tracks, "I think we're lost."

Alessandro rolled his eyes at his friend, "I'm going to ask for directions."

Harry sat on the sidewalk as he watched his friend walk towards some shops that were still open in the area, giggling to himself over the fact that he got lost in the place he called his second hometown (that, and the fact that he was completely wasted)

"Hey," a soft voice called for him, making him look up, "I'm sorry to bother you but I heard you and your friend are kind of lost, I live around the area and I could give you directions if you need them."

Harry blinked a few times, trying to get a proper look at the person in front of him in his drunken state.

And once he did, oh boy was he mesmerized.

The young woman standing before him had a warm smile, her eyes sparkling under the streetlights. She looked at Harry with a mix of amusement and concern, clearly recognizing him but choosing not to make a big deal out of it.

"Thanks," Harry slurred, trying to get up from the sidewalk and failing spectacularly. He giggled again, this time at his own clumsiness. "I think I need some help."

"Yeah, I think you do," she laughed softly and reached out a hand to help him up, "I'm YN, by the way," she introduced herself as Harry took her hand, his grip unsteady.

"I'm Harry," he replied, still looking at her with a dopey grin. "Alessandro!" Harry yelled out calling for his friend, who was making his way back to them, "I found this pretty girl that says she can walk us back home."

The girl felt her cheeks burn at his words, looking away from him in hopes that her blush would disappear.

"Thank you so much for your help," he said, "I'm Alessandro."

"Nice to meet you, Alessandro," YN said warmly, "So, where are you two trying to go?"

Harry attempted to answer but ended up mumbling incoherently. Alessandro stepped in, giving her the address of their holiday home.

"Oh, that's just a few blocks away," YN said, "I'll walk you there. It's no trouble."

"You're an angel," Harry proclaimed dramatically, leaning on Alessandro for support as they started walking.

"So, YN," Harry said as they walked down the street, "Do you live here, or are you just visiting?"

"I live here," she said, "Moved here a few years ago for work and fell in love with the place. It's a beautiful city."

"It really is," Alessandro agreed, "Thanks again for helping us out, Harry can be a bit stubborn when he's had a few too many."

"I'm not!" Harry protested, "I know this place like the back of my hand, I'm just dizzy right now."

"It’s alright, Harry," YN laughed softly at Harry’s protest, finding his drunken stubbornness endearing, "We all have our moments."

As they walked, Harry continued to lean heavily on Alessandro, but his attention was fixed on YN. "So, what do you do here, YN?"

"I’m a photographer," she replied, glancing at Harry with a smile. "I came here for a project and ended up staying. The city has a way of pulling you in."

Harry nodded enthusiastically, almost losing his balance again, making both Alessandro and YN giggle.

 "What kind of photography do you do?" Alessandro chimed in.

"Mostly street photography and portraits," YN explained. "I love capturing candid moments, the beauty in everyday life."

"That’s amazing," Alessandro said genuinely, "You must have some incredible shots."

"I do love my work. It’s always different, always exciting."

"Do you ever take pictures of drunk idiots lost in the streets?" Harry joked making YN throw her head back in laughter.

 "Not yet, but there's a first time for everything," YN chuckled.

"I’d love to see your work sometime," Harry grinned widely at her response.

"Maybe you will," she replied, her tone teasing yet sincere.

As they neared the holiday home, Alessandro let out a sigh of relief. "Here we are," he announced, pointing to the familiar building.

"Thanks a million, YN," Harry said, his words slurring slightly but his gratitude clear. "You're a lifesaver."

"Glad I could help," she said with a warm smile. "Get some rest, Harry."

"I will," Harry said, "We should hang out sometime. Maybe when I'm not so… wobbly. Actually, can I have your number?"

She stood in her place for a moment, completely taken back by the fact that Harry boldly asked for her number.

And when she was about to give it to him, she remembered that he was drunk, and he probably wouldn't remember a single detail about the interaction.

"You should get some rest, Harry," she smiled, "And I need to head back to my house, It's getting late."

"Wait, you're not going to give me your number?" Harry said, a disappointed tone in his voice.

"Not tonight, Harry," she said gently, "But if we run into each other again, I'll consider it."

Harry pouted, about to protest again, but Alessandro gave him a nudge.

"Come on, Harry, let's get you inside. Thank you again, YN."

"You're welcome," she said, waving them off as they entered the building. "Goodnight, Harry. Goodnight, Alessandro."

"Goodnight," Alessandro replied, helping Harry up the stairs to their apartment.

Once inside, Harry flopped onto the couch, still thinking about the lovely girl who helped them get to their house in one piece, completely gobsmacked about how beautiful she was.

 "She was nice, wasn't she?" he mumbled.

"She was," Alessandro agreed, "Now get some sleep, Harry. You need it."

The next morning, Harry woke up with a pounding headache and a hazy memory of the previous night. He groaned as he sat up, trying to piece together the fragments of what had happened.

"Morning, sunshine," Alessandro greeted him, handing over a glass of water and some painkillers.

"Thanks," Harry muttered, taking the pills and the water, "What happened last night? Did we get lost?"

"We did," Alessandro confirmed with a chuckle, "And a lovely girl named YN helped us find our way back."

Harry's eyes widened as the memory came flooding back. The memory of her pretty eyes, nice smile and interesting talk making immediately smile.

"YN... Oh, I asked for her number, didn't I?"

"You did," Alessandro said, "But she didn't give it to you. Said if you ran into each other again, she'd consider it."

Harry sighed, leaning back against the couch, pouting when he realized that he probably wouldn't run into the pretty girl again.

"You'll have time to pout about your little crush later," Alessandro spoke again, "Right now we need to go get some kitchenware, otherwise we won't be able to cook anything."

"Right, we were supposed to do that today," Harry said as he stood up, "Let me grab a quick shower and we can go."

Once he was ready, he and Alessandro headed out to the local shop to get the kitchenware they needed. The store was bustling with people, and Harry found himself scanning the crowd, hoping that he would run into YN again somehow.

He felt like a silly teenager with a brand new crush, but even in his drunken state he could tell that the girl was nice and genuine, and he definitely wanted to get to know her better.

He also thought she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. 

"Still thinking about her, huh?" Alessandro teased as they walked through the aisles.

"Is it obvious?," Harry admitted, picking up a set of kitchen knives. "Can't help it mate."

They moved through the store, gathering the items they needed. As they approached the checkout counter, Harry's attention was drawn to a girl climbing up a ladder to reach something on the top shelf. The ladder wobbled, and without thinking, Harry rushed over to steady it.

"Careful there," he said, his hands firmly holding the ladder.

"Oh, thank you," the girl said her attention focused on grabbing a small box from the top shelf.

And when she looked down and her eyes met Harry's, he felt his heart jump.

"YN?" Harry said, almost in shock that it was really her.

YN's eyes widened in surprise and then lit up with recognition. "Harry! Hi again," she said, climbing down the ladder carefully.

"What a coincidence," Harry grinned, still holding the ladder to ensure it was steady. "Need any more help with that?"

"No, I think I've got it. Thanks, though," she shook her head, holding the box she had retrieved, "What are you doing here?"

"Just getting some stuff for our holiday home," Harry explained. "And trying not to get lost again."

"Well, it's a good thing you didn't get lost in the store," YN laughed softly, "Thanks for holding the ladder."

"Anytime," Harry said, still grinning. "Are you buying some stuff too?"

"No, this is my friend's shop, I'm just helping out for a bit," she replied, "It's nice to see you again, Harry."

"Nice to see you too," Harry said, his tone sincere, "And I mean it. I was hoping I'd run into you again."

 "Well, here we are," she blushed slightly, looking away for a moment.

"Well, if it isn't our guardian angel," Alessandro walked over, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the girl.

"Just doing my good deed for the day," YN laughed softly, "It's good to see you're both in one piece after last night."

"I was pretty out of it, wasn't I?" Harry said, a hint of embarrassment on his voice.

"A bit, but it was kind of endearing," YN admitted, a twinkle in her eye.

"Well, I'm glad you thought so," he said, "I was worried I made a fool of myself."

"Not at all," YN reassured him, "It was actually quite charming."

Harry smiled, his eyes fixed on the girl. He still didn't understand how it happened, but he was completely smitten over her without even properly meeting her yet.

"We should checkout our stuff and head back," Alessandro said, "It was lovely to see you again, YN."

"It was lovely to see you too," she said, waving them off, "Have a great rest of your day, both of you."

Harry gave her one last smile before following Alessandro to the checkout. As they walked out of the store, Harry couldn't help but feel elated.

"I can't believe I ran into her again," he said, his excitement evident.

"Seems like fate," Alessandro teased, "Did you ask for her number properly now?"

"Shit!" Harry stopped on his tracks, "Shit! I forgot to ask for her number."

"Then what are you doing here, go back in there and ask her."

Harry didn't need his friend to say it twice before he was almost running into the store again, determined to get the girl's number once and for all.

He re entered the store, scanning the aisles looking for the girl, he spotted her at the counter, talking to another customer. He approached them, trying to catch her eye.

"Hey, YN," he said once she was done with the customer, "Last night I asked for your number, and you said that you'll consider giving it to me if we ever ran into each other," a small smile creept into the girl's face at his words, "And well, here we are, right?"

Harry felt like a total schoolboy, his hands almost sweating as he spoke. YN smiled even widely now, tilting her head to the side.

"You remember that, huh?" she asked.

"I could never forget," Harry matched her smile.

"Well, I did promise to consider it," YN said playfully, "And I think I've made my decision."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she replied with a smile, "I'd love to give you my number."

And once again, Harry felt like his heart could combust from happiness and excitement.

YN reached into her pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. She scribbled something on it and handed it to him.

"There you go," she said, handing the piece of paper to him, "Now, don't lose this one."

"I won't, I promise," Harry said, his tone earnest. "Thank you, YN. I'll text you very soon."

"I'll be waiting," she said, her smile warm.

Harry waved as they left the store, clutching the piece of paper with YN's number in his hand. He couldn't stop smiling, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

Once he met Alessandro outside, he looked at him with a teasing smile.

"Looks like you got your wish."

"Yeah," Harry said, looking at the paper again. "And I don't plan on letting this opportunity slip away."

[prumanoenjoyer]

A fantasy AU me and a couple of friends are cooking up in which Gilbert is mistaken for an evil villain and PruMano becomes a thing through various shenanigans. FrUk is endgame but there may or may not be some Frain and TurFra going on. It's a mess.

[forsoobado137]

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World Nation day was all fun and games until a kid doing yellowface had to go to the hospital because he used gorilla glue on his eyelids

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Why do elementary schools always have made up events that are lowkey kinda racist?

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I don't know what was wrong with your schools but everyone in my class dressed up as Alfred F. Jones and it was hilarious. Just a bunch of 3rd graders screaming during the pledge of allegiance.

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I'm pretty sure this is strictly an american/canadian thing because what the actual fuck

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🦇batmansleftnipple Follow

science side of tumblr explain pls

🚿douchekayak Follow

Old people are more likely to feel nostalgia about the NPs of nations they grew up in and view them fondly. Also, these generations have most likely seen/have been a part of liberation movements, which gives them a certain protective instinct over NPs.

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To all the people who bullied NP Liechtenstein off of tumblr: die.

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Her art wasnt even that bad she was just drawing her ocs :(

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NP Switzerland and all of central europe after Liechtenstein deleted her blog

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🚘garagebottom12 Follow

I hope that she creates her own blog where she can draw whatever she wants without basement-dwelling keyboard warriors going after her.

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