#Roma Dorme

[solocanzoninelleorecchie]

mi piace stare sveglio quando Roma dorme così posso guardare la città dall'alto; esco per non pensarti, ma non sono forte.

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Tutto Sport di Oggi giovedì, 14 novembre 2024

[minghaoslatina]

CHERRY BLOSSOM LOVE

pairing: idol!seonghwa x uni student! female reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: FLUFF

a/n 💌: something I quickly came up with while I work on my other fics. the beginning is very briefly inspired by episode 11 of the kdrama lovely runner.

now playing 🎧 spring snow by 10cm and a day by jongho 🧸

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

One month has passed since you and Seonghwa began dating, and he has proven to be the perfect first boyfriend. He cherishes every moment with you, from the simple act of holding your hand to the grand gesture of being your unwavering support. His thoughtful actions, such as opening doors for you and ensuring your comfort, never fail to make you feel special. You often find yourself in awe of his gentlemanly behavior. You thought things like this only existed in movies and fairytales, but your boyfriend is an actual prince. He even surpasses your expectations of a romantic partner.

Seonghwa's consistent communication, with morning and night texts since your first meeting, reflects his genuine care for you. He initially worried about overwhelming you with his attention, considering your lack of prior romantic involvement, but you welcomed his affection wholeheartedly. His presence brings comfort and joy, dispelling any traces of loneliness that linger from your past. Seonghwa always makes an effort to see you, like right now.

As you step out of the university building, a gentle spring breeze flows through your skirt and hair. Your heart warms at the sight of Seonghwa patiently waiting for you in the distance. His eyes, sparkling with anticipation, light up as he approaches, and you feel a sense of security knowing he will walk you back to your dorm in the darkening evening. You usually only take morning classes, but you were eager to attend this particular class with your favorite professor before graduation. Despite your hesitation about this late class, Seonghwa reassured you of his commitment to accompany you, further deepening your gratitude for him.

"Tell me about your class," Seonghwa says, effortlessly taking the heavy books from your arms. His attentive listening, regardless of the subject, never fails to make you feel valued. You chatter away until you reach the familiar pathway adorned with tall cherry blossom trees. Releasing Seonghwa's hand, you stand in the middle of the path, surrounded by falling petals, and a smile lights up your face. Seonghwa can't help but admire your happiness as you reach for the delicate blossoms.

"What are you up to?" Seonghwa chuckles as you try to catch a single petal. "I heard that catching a petal makes your wish come true," you explain, pouting playfully when the petal falls from your grasp. Seonghwa notices your struggle and places your belongings on a nearby bench before coming up behind you. "Let me help you," he says, his voice filled with amusement and affection.

Time seems to stand still as Seonghwa gently caresses your arms and intertwines his fingers with yours, reaching out for the falling petals. Together, you catch a petal and share a tender moment. You smile as you look at the petal and back at your boyfriend.

"Make a wish," Seonghwa suggests, enclosing your hands with the petal between them.

"Make a wish with me," you giggle, both closing your eyes. As you contemplate your many wishes, you find yourself unknowingly wishing for the same thing:

I wish for a long and loving future together.

"What did you wish for?" Seonghwa asks as you both open your eyes.

"It's a secret," you reply teasingly. "And what about you?"

"It's a secret," he echoes teasingly, "but I have a feeling my wish will come true." With a warm smile, Seonghwa leans in to kiss you, leaving you momentarily surprised. Your heart skips a beat as his lips meet yours, and a rush of warmth spreads through your body. Despite your shyness about displays of affection, his kisses never fail to make your heart flutter. Yet, a small part of you wonders if this perfect romance has a catch, if this dreamy moment is too good to be true.

As he steps back, you reach up to touch your flushed cheek, glancing around nervously. "What if someone sees?" you giggle.

Seonghwa pays no mind to potential onlookers as he cups your cheeks, his touch reassuringly warm. He leans down to kiss you twice more, each time leaving a soft and gentle imprint of his affection. Holding your cheeks a little longer, he looks deeply into your eyes with a smile. "Hey!" you exclaim playfully, beginning to chase after him. Seonghwa quickly gathers your belongings and playfully runs away, making you laugh as you both race down the pathway under the fluttering cherry blossoms.

As you both come to a stop at the end of the path, a sense of melancholy washes over you as you realize that your dorm is within sight and Seonghwa will soon have to head to a late practice. You can't help but feel that he works too hard, and you silently make a mental note to have a conversation with him about it another day. For now, you just want to savor the moment and appreciate the love you share.

"This is where you get off, angel," Seonghwa says as he carefully places your school books back into your arms. You express your gratitude quietly and gaze up at him with affectionate eyes.

"What?" he asks with a shy smile, clearly feeling the warmth of your love through your gaze.

"Nothing," you respond with a smile, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on Seonghwa's cheek. He looks away briefly, a pleased grin spreading across his face before turning back to meet your gaze.

"I'll text you later," Seonghwa gently reassures you with a flirty wink. You let out a soft laugh and playfully slap his shoulder.

"Promise me you'll text me as soon as you get to the company. I want to make sure you get there safely," you say, looking into his eyes. Seonghwa nods in agreement as he listens to your request.

"I promise," he says, intertwining his pinkie finger with yours before leaning in for another kiss. It's as if kissing you comes naturally to him. Your lips are irresistible to him, and he lingers in the moment before you gently pull away. Seonghwa follows your lips, but you playfully place a finger on his lips.

"Sorry, I don't want us to get caught," you say, giggling. Seonghwa lets out a soft chuckle and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and caressing your cheek. Your cheeks ache from smiling so much today. Just the thought of hearing his voice could make you want to jump and twirl endlessly.

"Goodnight, handsome," you say, Seonghwa's heart fluttering at your words. Reluctantly, he steps away from you. As you both turn away, you can't help but turn back to watch him.

"Hwa!" you call out softly. He turns back with a raised eyebrow.

"See you tomorrow," you say, blowing a kiss and waving goodbye. He laughs, catches your imaginary kiss, and you can't help but cover your mouth in giggles, feeling content.

"See you tomorrow," Seonghwa echoes, watching you safely enter your dorm building. He walks away backward, still lost in thoughts of you, before turning around and daydreaming about tomorrow with you.

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[incorrectbatfam]

Could you please do some headcanons about Batmans cooking disasters over the years?

Age 5: Bruce puts tinfoil in the microwave. Alfred shakes his head and laughs

Age 6: He decorates a cookie so badly another kid cries until they throw up

Age 7: He tries to make a PB&J and the countertop is sticky for a week

Age 8: He tries to make Martha's chicken noodle soup but ends up crying on the kitchen floor surrounded by half-chopped vegetables

Age 9: He tries to impress a houseguest by recreating Thomas's mixology tricks (sans alcohol). There's still a stain on the ceiling to this day

Age 10: He makes green eggs. It's not on purpose. He's never even read the book

Age 11: He makes lava in the school cafeteria

Age 12: He tries to make cheese bread by drilling holes into a baguette and filling it with melted nacho cheese

Age 13: He melts a cutting board in the oven

Age 14: He folds a Pop Tart

Age 15: The chocolate-covered bananas he makes for the school bake sale come out looking very very wrong

Age 16: He's asked to drop a home economics class after mistaking refried beans for pumpkin puree in a pie

Age 17: He boils eggs in the carton

Age 18: He makes his entire freshman dorm evacuate after burning his ramen to ash

Age 19: He sculpts a severed hand out of meatloaf and is sent to the university psychologist

Age 20: He tries to bake a cake but doesn't have a cake pan, so he pours the batter right in the oven

Age 21: He tries Thomas's mixology tricks again, this time with alcohol. One of the tricks is flipping it over his head. He ends up losing part of his vision for 3 days

Age 22: He burns water. Harley Quinn is there. She still holds it over his head

Age 23: He packs his first patrol snack as Batman. It's a chocolate bar wrapped in a tortilla. The chocolate melts onto his gloves and he drops the tortilla down a sewer grate

Age 24: He makes an ice cream cookie sandwich to eat while he and Batgirl work on a case, but he's so engrossed in the work that he doesn't notice it melt until Babs points it out

Age 25: He enters the first annual Justice League cook-off and immediately gets banned from ever entering again

Age 26: He tries to comfort little Dickie Grayson by making fried cornbread from a book of Roma comfort recipes. It turns out about as well as you'd expect when you give Bruce Wayne hot oil. Bruce is genuinely bummed out, but Dick says it's the thought that counts

Age 27: Clark delivers a huge hunk of beef from the farm. Instead of waiting for Alfred to come back, Bruce and Dick try to break it down with a power saw

Age 28: Bruce and Dick's latkes are burned so badly they can play floor hockey with them

Age 29: He makes stuffed mushrooms. Badly. Like imagine the worst way you can fuck up a mushroom. It still won't compare to what Bruce did. And it's for a potluck with the West-Allens that Barry won't let him live down

Age 30: Bruce sees Dick struggling to make ravioli and he's like "Let me show you how it's done" before proceeding to make it infinitely worse

Age 31: Bruce sees a hungry Jason Todd and the first thing he does when they return to the manor is make a double-decker bread sandwich. That's bread with two more slices of bread in between

Age 32: Bruce packs Dick and Jason's lunchboxes when Alfred is out of town. They're supposed to include a salad. Instead, Dick gets a whole head of lettuce and Jason's is just a bottle of ranch

Age 33: He makes hot chocolate after patrol... but forgets the chocolate

Age 34: The Manor is too cold, so Bruce tries to warm it up by making Jason's favorite soup. His hands shake the whole time. Suddenly, he's eight years old again, sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by scraps reminding him of his failure

Age 35: Jack and Janet Drake are out of the country again, leaving young Timmy by himself. Bruce decides to bring some dinner over. It's baked perfectly, but it's full of things that shouldn't be anywhere near a casserole dish. They end up ordering takeout and watching old detective movies together

Age 36: Steph walks through how to make waffles. Bruce is standing there, watching closely and taking notes. They still come out looking radioactive

Age 37: Cass asks if they can get smoothies. Bruce says he can make them at home. She gives him a warning look but that's not enough to stop him. Cue Bruce forgetting to put the lid on the blender

Age 38: Jason's first night back at home, Bruce tries to make that soup. It shoots out like a geyser and hits the lights. He's panicking until he hears Jason laugh, and then the soup doesn't matter

Age 39: Damian screws up hummus and he desperately tries to hide it so people won't see him as inadequate at something so basic. Instead of getting upset, Bruce assures him it's okay and offers to fix it. (He doesn't fix it, he just makes it worse)

Age 40: Bruce's birthday happens while he's fake-dead and away from home. He grabs a convenience store cupcake and sticks a single candle on it. Then he closes his eyes, pretends his family is around him, and makes a wish. (The candle droops and sets the hotel sheets on fire)

Age 41: Back at the Manor, he attempts to make lemonade on a particularly hot day. Selina offers to help, but Bruce declines, saying, "How hard can it be?" (Spoiler alert: it's not supposed to be full of seeds)

Age 42: Kate shows him a video of Canadians pouring maple syrup into the snow to make candy, so he gets her to boil the syrup so they can do it together. The problem comes when they can't control the pour and end up with a glob the size of Damian

Age 43: As part of a school project, Bruce and Duke try to deduce the Coca-Cola secret formula. Duke's teacher takes a point off because at the beginning he told her he'd taste the results, but there's no way he's doing that now

Age 44: The family gets together to make a full English breakfast Alfred's birthday. Each person takes a part—Dick has eggs, Jason has the grilled tomatoes, Tim has mushrooms, Duke has the bacon, Steph and Cass are tag-teaming the sausages, Damian just has to open a can of beans, and Bruce needs to put bread in the toaster. It goes South immediately when Damian reaches for his katana instead of the can opener

Age 45: Bruce puts tinfoil in the microwave. Alfred shakes his head and laughs

[feinv]

virgin!john wick?

what if…young!john wick x ballerina!reader?

blow job. m!receiving. swallowing?

one might consider you two to be a pretty unlucky couple. two teenagers forced into the underworld life, trapped in ruska roma.

of course the situation was not the greatest, but at least you had each other, even if the time spent together was also limited. boys and girls lived in different dorms, and everyone had a curfew. no funny businesses, no hanging out together. train and sleep, and repeat.

but even that couldn’t stop you. john figured a way to sneak the two of to the small theatre room, in the same building, yes. but with some privacy nevertheless.

both of you were new to the concept of relationships, yet experimenting with different types of kisses whenever you had the opportunity, but the desperation for something more intimate was almost unbearable.

hence, you found yourself messily making out with john in the dusty room, your mouths devouring each other hungrily, not getting enough, especially when you felt how hard he was against your thighs.

“wait. john,” you forced yourself to break the kiss, cheeks flushing at what you wanted to do. “can i try…something?” your fingers lightly traced the bulge in his pants.

he nodded dumbfoundedly, hooded eyes failing to stare back at you when he realized what you were implying, turning into a flustered mess.

you shot him a soft smile before getting down on your knees in front of him, batting your eyes innocently while your hands unbuckled his belt. you got rid of his boxers, his length springing free inches from your face, already so hard and swollen. you were intimated at the new experience, but decided to put those worries aside and just make him feel good.

you looked up at him for one last confirmation before parting your lips around his tip, slowly licking and sucking at first. he leaned his whole body against the wall for support, knees threatening to give up at the new feeling he haven’t had before. was this heaven?

you took him further, as much as you could anyway, wrapping your hands around what you couldn’t take, your hot tongue swirling in different direction, sucking and licking all over his girth.

“fuck- where did you learn this?” he whimpered, trying to contain his moans but you just made him feel so so good.

“asked the girls…some know stuff,” you leaned back for a second to reply, giggling to yourself when his hand quickly connected your mouth back to him.

he was soon a panting mess under your touch, groaning so loud he would totally get you two caught. getting close to his pleasure, he gently wrapped his hands around the back of your neck, guiding your head to bob over and over, tears prickling your eyes as his tip brushed against your throat, your hands on his thighs for support.

with a particular trust, a string of curses left his lips as you felt the presence of a hot liquid in your mouth. collecting what was drooling down your chin with your thumb you looked up at his disheveled state, licking your finger off and humming at the taste.

you two would definitely do that again.

[drfirsnogayny]

For the first time in a long time, I decided to draw for myself.

This mix is made up of everything I drew with a pen when I accidentally left a pencil case in the dorm twice (first, second). There are exactly 50 elements here.

Do not pay attention to the fact that Roma is much bigger than all the others.

Anon who expects Jerome and Carla's peering art from me: technically, this is it.

If the drawing with Jerome hugging Felix seems familiar to you, then this is a redrawing of my old art.

Oh yes, there's also @cainsnocreaturefeature's Jerome, I've been wanting to draw him for a long time (if the author is interested, I'll cut it off)

I will be glad if someone appreciates it. Please.

[viendiletto]

«Erimo quei che xe andadi via…»

Ogni tanto dago un’ociada al mio Nuovissimo Palazzi del 1957. Se trata de una vecia abitudine che me gaveva inculcado la mia seconda mama, la professoressa Maria Concetta Viviano in Berti. Ala parola “Esilio” se lege: “Allontanamento volontario o forzato dalla patria”. Ala parola “Esule” corrisponde la definizion: “Chi o che è in esilio”. Un altro dizionario dise, “Esilio”: l’andare volontariamente o il vivere costretti fuori dalla patria”.

Forse tuto questo vol dir che mi non son un esule; in fin dei conti vivo in Patria! Non ve par?

Alora chi xe esule? Noi o lori? Lori, quei che xe rimasti!? Quei che xe rimasti?

Me par che se andèmo a far ‘ste ciacole dopo 70 ani finimo co’l barufarse de novo, e far saltar fora astio e malanimo.

Cossa fèmo? Dimentichemo?

Distiradi sula «rampa de lancio»

Quei dela mia età se trova oramai tuti distiradi sula “rampa de lancio”, puntadi verso l’alto, pronti a far una bela svolada e andar a trovar quei che ga avudo più premura de noi.

Qualche volta me brusa, quando torno a Fiume, e te trovo qualchedun de quei che non xe andadi via proprio perché i genitori, la familia, iera nati là e là i voleva restar. Me brusa pensar che forse un de quei che me parla e ciacola con mi poderìa esser el fio de quel sporco individuo che ga fato conosser, per la prima e l’unica volta in vita sua, la “residenza turistica” de Via Roma (deta: “nikad doma”) al mio povero papà! Un operaio! Un falegname che ga sgobà tuta la vita. Un polaco, arivado a Fiume co’i mìi noni che no’i saveva parlar altro che polaco e tedesco!

Mio padre, “italian convinto”, ga finido la prima guera mondial drento le trincee italiane e nela seconda lurida guera, ala verde età de 48 ani, el xe andà volontario, de novo a combater come un povero zurlo, per noi, per l’Italia!

Fazemo finta de gnente

Mio papà se ga stancà de viver, a Genova. Lontan dala sua Fiume. El dorme un sono eterno drento una picola nichia sula parte più alta del zimitero de Staglieno. El xe, “ossi contro ossi” in una casetiza insieme con la mia mama. Fino al ultimo giorno de vita el ga sempre parlà in fiuman. El ga vissuto una esistenza fata de ricordi. El se insognava sempre de Fiume, del Corso, del Monte Magior, dela sua bela Fiumara dove el gaveva la botega de marangon.

Adesso el dorme un sono senza sogni cussì che no’l core el ris’cio de riveder, tra i fantasmi dela note interminabile, la figura sporca de quel farabuto co’l muso gialo, che lo ga denunzià ai gianizeri de Tito, de esser stado un fervente italian!

Quel stesso mascalzon che, compena arivadi i drusi in zità, el ga cambià distintivo sula patela dela giacheta! El ga butado via el “fassio” per meter sù la “stela rossa!” Quel stesso infame che, da mediocre imbianchin, de colpo el iera diventado un prepotente dirigente in questura! Omo dela OSNA. Dimentichemo! Fazemo finta de gnente.

Una razion extra de patate boide

A mi me bastarà ricordar el forzado, misero turismo fato dal 1945 al 1947 per i campi profughi de tuta la penisola, insieme al caro indimenticado amico Agostino Sirola, nato a Fianona ma fiuman convinto. Cambiàvimo continuamente campo profughi, andando sempre più a sud. Passando per Roma, dove erimo, ogni giorno, “fissi” al Ministero dell’educazione nazionale per saper qualcosa sula apertura del Colegio de Brindisi. A Roma semo stadi diversi mesi nel Campo profughi del Quadraro. Mi ghe insegnavo qualcosa ai muleti dele elementari che era profughi dala Libia e dala Cirenaica e l’Agostino fazeva el sguatero nela cusina del campo. Una razion extra de patate boide e “saltade” non me mancava mai.

Al Collegio «Niccolò Tommaseo»

A tempo debito semo arivadi, primi assoluti, ala famosa Scola de Marina e ultima temporanea residenza bellica dela Accademia Naval de Livorno. Semo arivadi ancora prima che vegnissi zò el Professor Troili. El signor economo e el segretario, signor Cianciaruso, ne ga sistemado àla bona, in una cantina del Colegio dove, per qualche giorno, gavemo dormido su due letini, con la rede de fero ma senza stramazzi.

Spagheti co’l sugo de pomidori

Magnàvimo, in una saleta, vizin la tavola dei ex funzionari dela scola naval, solo a mesogiorno, spagheti co’l sugo de pomidori. De sera: nisba con contorno de stele in un ziel favoloso. Dopo qualche giorno xe arivà el diretor, el Professor Troili, insieme con quatro o cinque muli del “sientifico”. El resto dela ganga xe arivado a scalioni nel arco de un pèr de setimane. In quel meravilioso colegio che portava el nome de Nicolò Tomaseo (qualche nostro mulo, per far la remenàda, diseva che forse se tratava de un zerto Nikola Tomassic’, dalmato, come lo ciamava i titini…) go passado un ano per ciapar el diploma. Go fato la preziosa esperienza dela vita in coletività. E, per mia fortuna, dopo soli zinque mesi, cominziavo la mia vita de maritimo, imbarcado come “mozo”su un rimorciador nel porto de Savona. Una esperienza molto utile per quanto riguardava tuti i lavori manuali de bordo. Ogni tanto el Comandante, un “paron maritimo” meravilioso, el me fazeva far pratica al timon del rimorciador.

La prima nomina de Comandante

Ero veramente felice e contento ma, ogni volta che zurmàvimo ale varie banchine le grosse navi oceaniche, mi me sentivo el còr come una patata boida. Guadagnavo poco ma gavevo vitto e alogio asicuradi fin che, nel giro de un pàr de mesi, go trovà, con l’aiuto de una cara signorina, segretaria presso la più importante agenzia marittima de Savona, la possibilità de imbarcarme adiritura come alievo ufizial su una nave “Liberty” de diecimila tonelate. Squasi non me sentivo più adosso la scorza de profugo o de esule. Me sentivo libero e, son stado tanto fortunado, de restar imbarcado su quela nave per quasi tre ani consecutivi, senza far una licenza e sbarcar con el grado de terzo uficial. Dopo, la mia carriera xe stada limpida e veloce. A bordo gavevo studiado con grande serietà l’inglese el spagnolo e anca el francese. A 27 ani otegnivo la prima nomina de Comandante con la prestigiosa compagnia genovese “La Columbia”.

La mia famiglia, dopo pesanti peripezie e vessazioni quotidiane, ga podudo finalmente scampar de Fiume per finir in un lontan campo profughi vizin l’Aquila, su per le montagne, in un posto che se ciamava Rojo Pineta. Erimo de novo tuti profughi, esuli. Esuli in Patria.

Erimo quei che xe andadi via…

Reneo Lenski

[rd0265667]

Wonyoung x Reader: On an evening in Roma

A/N:Here's the final part of my Wonyoung Fic, fluff because sometimes happy endings do exist.

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon@justme-idle

Part 1~Part 2~Part 3a

"Yujin, we need to talk." The Company Representative said, Yujin nodding as she gestured for the girls, save for Wonyoung who had already left, to go and rest in the dorm "What's going on?" Yujin tried to ask as politely as she could, trying with all her might to hide her contempt. "What's wrong with Wonyoung? We've been getting so many negative comments about Wonyoung looking down or uninterested, the people are accusing the Company of mistreating Wonyoung! Can you believe that?" The representative bemoaned, Yujin raising an eyebrow at the comment. Was this representative a new hire? "Yeah, no way." Yujin dryly quipped, but once again, it went over the representative's head "Well, whatever it is, go deal with it." The representative left with a huff

Yujin rolled her eyes as soon as the representative was out of view, could the company really be so dense? She wasn't wrong though, and Yujin knew it. It got worse since you left. Wonyoung refused to leave her room unless it was for schedules, not even Gaeul could get her to eat anymore. Plates of food for her would go untouched, and there was no more spark in her eyes anymore.

Laying on her bed, Yujin stared at the ceiling, the parcel you had sent her laying to her side as she pondered her next course of action. Inside the parcel was a burner phone, in it a letter with an address in Italy, and one phone number, one Yujin assumed was yours, to call you in case of an emergency. Did this one count? Turning to face the phone, Yujin lightly ran her fingers across it, when suddenly, she felt her head throwback, a thought flashing through her head. The events of December the Second flashed across Yujin's mind, the funeral and your barricading of Dispatch, Leeseo's outburst, everything. Then, the name, "Xin" Bolting up from the horrible vision she had received, she quickly ran to Wonyoung's room "Wonyoung! Are you okay?" Yujin shouted, banging on the door desperately Getting no response, Yujin grew frantic, quickly barging into the room, looking around desperately, seeing Wonyoung laying on her bed. "Wony! Are you okay?" Yujin quickly moved toward Wonyoung, only stopping when Wonyoung turned, glaring at her. "I told you not to call me that. Y/N called me that." Wonyoung coldly replied, turning away "Please, Wonyoung, it was Y/N's choice..." Yujin tried to talk, only for Wonyoung to turn around, eyes burning in a rage. "You could have told me! I could have talked to them! I could have convinced them to stay! That we could work this all out!" Wonyoung screamed, hand gripped tight, Yujin turning away. "I didn't want to tell you this...but Wonyoung, I tried to keep Y/N here. The girls and I decided that if the two of you wanted to fight the company, we'd do it too." Yujin admitted, seeing Wonyoung deflate a little. "I wanted to fight too, but Y/N wanted to leave, they didn't want to ruin our careers. But I know the two of you, Wonyoung, and I know Y/N regrets it already." Yujin said, sitting next to Wonyoung as she processed what Yujin was saying. "I promise you we'll fight if we have to." Yujin said, before looking at the parcel in her hand, contemplating her next move, before she set the parcel on Wonyoung's bed, taking Wonyoung's hand in hers. "Wony, listen, I don't know what you want to do, but this is an option for you. I just want you to know that if you want to fight, the girls will fight with you." Yujin whispered as she reassuringly gripped Wonyoung's hand, before turning to leave the room. Wonyoung quickly tackled her into a hug, tears falling as she embraced the person she had long considered a sister "Thank you Yujin, I'm sorry." Wonyoung muttered through sobs, as Yujin patted her bag with a smile on her face, trying her best to stifle her tears. "What are you going to do now?" Yujin looked on in confusion as Wonyoung reached across the bed, grabbing her phone "Hi, this is Wonyoung. Could we move the event to another city?" "Rome, Italy."

"Thank you, come again!" You bowed, as you handed the elderly couple their drink, the two smiling as they bowed in return. Your shoulders deflated as they left the cafe, relaxing a little as you leaned on the counter behind you, your manager Andrea chuckling as she slid you a chair, allowing you to rest your legs "Thanks Andrea." You chuckle, wiping the sweat off your forehead. "You've adjusted pretty well so far. Never had an employee, especially a foreign one, assimilate so quickly. Tell you what, take the rest of the day off, take some time to explore the city, Rome is beautiful at night." Grateful for the rest, you bow to Andrea, turning to head for the back kitchen, changing out of your work clothes into a more relaxed fit. "So, Y/N, anyone special you're gonna bring out for a walk later? Fastest way to a girl's heart is a walk down the streets of Rome." Your heart panged at the thought of Wonyoung, but you pushed it down, smiling to Andrea as you shook your head. "I'm just saying Y/N, when in Rome." Andrea waved you off, and you were about to leave the cafe, before Andrea called for you. "Oh yeah! Before I forget, there's supposed to be some big event happening here soon, so just be prepared for higher than usual customer numbers." You flashed her a thumbs up, before leaving the cafe. Fingers trembling, you quickly put your gloves on, draping a scarf around your neck, rubbing your hands together as you walked down the street, admiring the burgeoning moon, shining so close. Sitting on a bench at a nearby park, you leaned back, watching as couples and lovers disappear two by two, enjoying a nice cup of expresso and sharing beautiful moments together. You missed that. "You seem to be feeling down, my friend, care to share your woes?" An elderly man sat beside you, seemingly noticing your forlorn look. "I just miss someone." You replied, angling your body towards your new friend "Whoever they are, they must be someone special." The elderly man commented, as you chuckled. "She's beyond special." You smile at just the thought of her, something not missed by the elderly man. "If I may ask, where is this special lady today?" The night you left her flashed before you again, sadness washing over you. "I had to leave her, for her sake, for her career." You confessed to the old man, who maintained a caring smile as he patted you on the back. "Life's too short to let anything stop love my friend. Take it from an old man who has seen too much, go to her. It'll all work out." The old man said, getting up from the bench, resting his hand on your shoulder with a reassuring grip. "The next time love knocks, answer." It was at this point that you noticed his ring was on his right ring finger, not his left. He followed your eyeline, so he just smiled as you looked at him sympathetically. "Like I said kid, answer." As the elderly man limped away, walking cane supporting his strut, you leaned back on the bench, his words echoing in your mind. Was leaving Wonyoung a mistake? Just then, as if on cue, you felt something you had hoped would never ring rustle in your pocket, panic bubbling in your chest. Taking out the burner phone, you saw a message "Y/N" In a hurry, you quickly replied to the message "Yujin? What's wrong? Did something happen to Wony?" The text bubble lingered for a short while, before another message came in. "Meet me by the fountain behind the building 2 blocks ahead." You tilted your head in confusion, you knew that fountain, it was one of the places you headed to when you needed a rest, but how did Yujin know?

"What?" "Come, Y/N, I'll be waiting near the seats." You got up from the bench, walking toward the fountain with haste as a thousand thoughts bombarded your mind. Approaching the fountain, you find the empty seats, looking around nervously as your hands trembled. What was so serious that Yujin had to come all the way to Rome to look for you? You froze as soon as you saw someone approach in the periphery, a familiar face sitting next to you, staring at the night sky "Wony? Wha-" You tried to talk but she quickly grabbed your hand, gently caressing it in hers as she looked to the sky. "You were right Y/N. Rome's night sky is beautiful." She whispered, leaning onto your shoulder. You'd think your mind would be overloading right now, but curiously enough, it all went silent. The two of you sat there in silence, looking up at the night sky, appreciating the stars and the breeze, the two of you only had each other, and that was enough. As Wonyoung laid her head on your shoulder, music began to fill the piazza, a flashmob exploded in front of you, melodious symphonies blasted from the speakers as couples all around the two of you waltzed about the piazza "May I have this dance?" Wonyoung asked with a cheeky grin, her hand extended to you as you looked at her with slight disdain "Wony, you know I have only one left foot right? I'm so bad that the other left foot doesn't exist." You quipped, Wonyoung rolling her eyes "When in Rome, do as the Romans do, Y/N" She said as she pulled you up, the two of you slow dancing under the moonlight, music guiding your movements as the two of you swayed, Wonyoung letting out a soft giggle as she saw you stumble over yourself, making sure to help balance you, the dance slowing down as Wonyoung put her hands down, instead wrapping it around you as your hands wrapped around her too, her face nuzzled into your neck as she hummed in delight, the two of you lightly swaying.

The levity of the moment soon subsided, the two of you laying on the bench as the situation dawned upon you once again, though Wonyoung seemingly read your mind right as you thought it. "Yujin's talking to the managers right now, I haven't heard much from her but last I heard, it's going well, the company's giving in." Slightly shocked by that response, you nodded, turning away from Wonyoung as you lowered your head. "I'm sorry for leaving like that again." Hearing that Wonyoung smacked you across the shoulder, but a small smile on her face showed you that she wasn't too angry. "That was an asshole move L/N, don't ever do that again." "So what do we do now?" You asked nervously, but Wonyoung put your mind at ease, lightly gripping your hand, before pulling you in for a kiss that she had waited forever for. "We let Yujin do her thing, and wait for good news. For now, let's just enjoy this, this was your dream date, wasn't it? You and me, on an evening in Roma."

[libriaco]

Rimedi contro le zanzare

Contro le zanzare – che sono in grande abbondanza – gli Egiziani adottano questo rimedio. Gli abitanti al di là delle paludi ricorrono alle torri e per dormire salgono su di esse: perché, a causa dei venti, le zanzare non riescono a volare in alto. Gli abitanti delle paludi adottano, invece delle torri, quest’altro rimedio. Possiede ognuno una rete con la quale di giorno prende i pesci; e di notte l’usa così: la dispone intorno al letto su cui riposa, vi si introduce, e dorme al sicuro. Le zanzare, se uno dorme in un mantello o un panno di lino, forano e mordono; invece la rete le arresta senz’altro.

Erodoto, [Ἰστορίαι, 440 a.C. ~ 429 a.C.], Storie, Roma, Newton Compton, ebook, 2007 [Trad. Piero Sgroj]

[naminethewriter]

Monstrously Simple Days at College

Chapter Two: Platonic Cuddling at Midnight

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Story Summary: Humans and Monsters live together in harmony and that means they all get to go to college together. Roman, Remus, Janus, Virgil, Logan and Patton are big group of friends that may be a bit chaotic with all the different monster cultures they hail from. College itself is hard too, but with them all supporting each other, it can’t be that bad, can it?

Content Warnings: None

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“I’m sorry you have to do this…”

“Pat, I thought we got it through your thick skull last semester! None of us mind doing this with you,” Virgil sighs, pressing more of their weight into Patton behind them. They are sitting on Patton’s bed in the dorm he shares with Janus and are currently making their way through the Lilo and Stitch series.

Patton whines quietly and Virgil twists their neck to look up at him, seeing his ears pressed against his skull.

“I mean it, Pat. We all know you consider us your pack and that that means that during full moons you’re going to be a bit more clingy than usual. The others would be here too if Logan hadn’t run out of those weed things that can only be harvested under a full moon for some reason. Honestly, herbology sounds like a fucking nightmare.”

“Language! And I know you don’t mind it usually but when it’s just one of you here it gets even worse. Just the thought of you leaving the bed is making me kinda upset…”

Virgil reaches up to scratch behind his ear in comfort.

“I have no plans of getting up, I’m very comfortable where I am. Plus you’re always nice and warm. And unlike the others, I don’t need to use the bathroom as often.”

Patton’s arms tighten around Virgil slightly and appreciatively. He also nuzzles against the back of their head.

“Still, I would feel more comfortable with at least one of the others here so you can at least move around if you want to.”

“Yeah, Janus and Roman going with is still kind of stupid. Like, I get why Remus is tagging along, he’s still super attached to Logan, but I swear Janus just went along because he wants to cause some kind of chaos and Roman then decided he had to do damage control. I’m gonna text them to get their asses back here.”

“Nooooo, you don’t have to!” Patton whines, reaching for Virgil’s phone but they evade his grasp. “I don’t want them to come back just because I’m a bit clingy!”

“Oh please, Pat, it’s not bad that you have needs. And it’s not like they’re out for anything important. Logan will probably thank you later for getting them of his back.”

“Well… if you say so.” Patton’s voice is still hesitant, but his tail is wagging at the thought of at least two of his packmates returning soon.

“Aaaand Roman says he’s dragging Jan back here. Will take them at least another twenty minutes because apparently, they got separated from Logan and Remus anyway, so no teleports. But with their flying speed it shouldn’t make much of a difference.”

“What do you mean they got separated?” Patton sits up straighter, in turn justling Virgil who quickly soothes his worries.

“Everything’s fine. I already texted Logan and it seems like Ro and Jan started arguing about something so Remus and him just left them behind. They’re still on campus grounds so they didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“But it’s the middle of the night!” Patton cries, struggling to get out from behind Virgil and out of bed. Virgil quickly turns to face him, grabs his arms gently but firmly and presses him back on the bed. Thankfully, their vampire strength gives them a bit of an upper hand, though with it being a full moon, they’re sure that Patton could break free if he really tried.

“Breathe, Pat. In, two, three, four. Hold, two, three, four, five…”

Virgil continues counting until Patton’s eyes stop darting towards the door and remain locked with theirs.

“The others are just fine. Logan has protective spells up at all times and Remus can kick just about anyone’s ass. As for Janus and Roman, they’re no slouches either and are both very fast. Not to mention, they’re still on campus grounds, they’re safe.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Sorry.”

Virgil sits back, letting go of Patton so that he can get himself comfortable again.

“Don’t apologize, Pat. You’re protective of us and that’s super sweet. And I’d love to watch you lecture the two when they get here.”

“They’re your partners though? Shouldn’t you be trying to get them out of trouble?” “Eh,” Virgil chuckles as they cuddle back up against Patton, “where would the fun in that be?”

[solocanzoninelleorecchie]

ma ti prego balliamo almeno un'ultima volta; vorrei dirti che ti amo anche tutta la notte tutta la notte

ma non ci sei

[oncasette]

classic! for who else but the loml andrew neiman

+ umbrella: lyrics prompt! and i might spend all summer with her on my mind

congrats on 2.5k roma!!! your follower celebrations are always so clever 💕

andrew didn’t think he’d miss anyone when he left schaffer. honestly, he didn’t think he’d made any friends in the first place. he’d been so focused on drumming, so dead-set, eyes on the prize, he could taste it, focused on drumming.

that was, until he got away from it all.

and he remembered you.

and he started thinking about how much you’d actually been around. seeing you at the coffee shop at the corner on the mornings he had time to stop, nearly knocking you over in the dorm hall when he refused to look up from his phone, catching your eye in the back of fletcher’s class on one of his easier days—a day he’d been tormenting the trombones rather than the drums.

he didn’t think he’d miss anyone, until he realized he missed you.

he missed the way you laughed, the way your nose would crinkle up when he said something particularly off kilter, the way your fingers lingered over his that one time you’d grabbed his coffee order instead of yours. the smell of your perfume, the way it lingered in his dorm despite the fact that you’d only stood in the doorway.

he knows it’s likely he’ll never see you again. improbable, more than impossible, but he’s sure even if he did he’d find a way to stumble through the interaction without getting your phone number the same way he’d done for the seven months you’d been classmates.

still, it won’t stop him from thinking about what could’ve happened. or what you could’ve been to him.

[susieporta]

Il mio cane ha fatto amicizia con Molly, un pastore tedesco che è quasi il doppio di lui e che, incredibilmente, ha il doppio delle sue paure. Tra timorati di Dio, si sono intesi.

Il padrone di Molly è tedesco a sua volta, ha boccoli lunghi e biondi, un viso glabro da ventenne; quando l’ho incontrato, indossava bermuda e maniche corte, mentre io ero coperta con sciarpa e cappello. È venuto a piedi dalla Svizzera, dove ha abitato per un certo periodo e dove si è imbattuto in Molly, e dice che vuole restare qui. Bryan, il mio cane, è andato incontro al suo, e pian piano ne ha scalfito la timidezza. Giorno dopo giorno Molly si è sciolta, ora salta addosso a Bryan, lo lecca e lo morde, si arrotolano l’uno sull’altra con agilità coreografica, noi li osserviamo incantati. Il tedesco dice che Molly si è innamorata. Che sono uguali, loro tre: calmi, e sempre affamati. Forse pensa che io non sia calma – ed è vero – o che abbia meno appetito. Lui mangia alla Caritas e trova il cibo ottimo, dorme in un bosco nei dintorni di Villa Pamphilj; non sapevo sorgesse un bosco nel bel mezzo di Roma, ma forse al tedesco piace romanzare, così non ho indagato.

L’altro giorno, mentre chiacchieravamo, si è avvicinata una signora con un cucciolo in preda all’euforia, che ha interrotto l’idillio dei nostri cani. Mi ha chiesto di tradurre per lei: aveva conosciuto il ragazzo assieme al marito, che parla inglese, ma lei no. Voleva sapere se aveva mangiato, e dove caspita si trova questo bosco in cui dorme; mi ha pregato di avvertirlo che avrebbe piovuto e la temperatura si sarebbe abbassata, doveva procurarsi una giacca, ne aveva una?

Ero stupita da tanta premura, ma il ruolo d’interprete mi piaceva. «È bello, vero?» mi ha detto la signora guardando il ragazzo. Non sapevo se tradurre. Lui era distratto dall’interazione fra i cani – Molly è sensibile, ripete spesso, perciò la protegge. «È alto», ha continuato la signora, «e non patisce manco il freddo». Ho riso dietro la mascherina. «Pure mio figlio era alto così». La risata mi si è spenta in gola. La signora si è girata verso di me, mi ha fissata. «L’ho perso», ha detto, «era l’unico figlio e non ce l’ho più».

Non ho tradotto nulla. Ho sentito tutto il peso di essere in quel momento la sola destinataria di una simile notizia.

Tornando a casa, ho pensato che Bryan non è mica calmo, e che ero stata io a convincere il suo padrone a liberare Molly dal guinzaglio, a provare a fidarsi di lei: non le sarebbe accaduto niente di male, non l’avrebbe perduta. Ho pensato alla signora: non poteva immaginare che il bacio di suo figlio sulla guancia fosse un addio, che sarebbe salito al decimo piano. Ho pensato che, se passi molti anni a prenderti cura di un altro essere vivente, dopo non puoi più smettere. Adotti un cucciolo. O ti preoccupi per la salute di un ragazzo sconosciuto che dorme nel bosco, anche se quel bosco nemmeno sai dov’è.

(Ricordo del 2021)

Rosella Pastorino

[twisted-in-underland]

“I would steer clear of Crystalline if I were you. Unless you have a death wish that is.”

Unique Magic:

Fleeting memories - Roma’s unique magic is a memory erasure type spell. This spell allows Roma to summon a black and white dragonfly which can erase a targets memories by circling the targets head. The sting from the dragonfly is said to be painless, though seems to drain the targets energy, leading them to fall to the ground. They will not remember anything since they woke up that day, and the memories are gone forever. If stung enough times a target may loose vital memories such as their sense of self or even their name. Roma, however, has never utilised his magic to this extent since he would run the risk of overblot.

All credit for the og sprite belongs to the Twisted Wonderland team and Yana Toboso! The info template belongs to @unfinished-projects-galore here on tumblr!

(More info under the cut)

As promised here is my updated Roma sprite sheet! Ngl I literally just traced over my original sprite with a different brush just so it looked cleaner. I also made the gold trim more vibrant; Roma may not like bright colours but his uniform is still the standard for all students.

When I originally did this sprite I used Vil’s school uniform sprite as my base.

Same as Yuri, you can find Roma’s original concept/info here, but I here are some other fun facts about him!

He is 17 years old and uses They/He pronouns. He’s a second year Pomefiore student

The symbol on his coffin card is a dragonfly

His hairstyle is inspired by Yor’s from Spy x Family. I imagine his hair when down is at about his lower back.

Roma is the “Twisted” version of Princess Ivy from Sofia the First

They really enjoy gardening as it was their mothers favourite pass time

Roma never met their mother, she died when they were a baby.

Roma has one older brother, Albedo, whom he’s not super close with. Albedo was the favourited son, leading Roma to feel neglected and under appreciated.

Due to their father’s favouritism, Roma holds a lot of resentment towards both his father and brother. However, a lot of the resentment towards Albedo is more out of jealousy.

After meeting and befriending Yuri, Roma is very slowly beginning to repair his relationship with his brother.

When Roma first visited Ramshackle for the first time he was “shocked and disgusted” by the state of the dormitory.

He was more shocked that Crowley thought this was an acceptable living space than anything Yuri did given Yuri has been cleaning up the dorm themself.

The first thing Roma did was give Yuri a new set of bedding for the dorm

Roma claims the first favour he has ever asked of Albedo was to send over some bedding from their manor. He would have snagged some from Pomefiore, but I imagine Vil keeps a close count of dorm supplies.

Roma is a pretty observant guy who I imagine would be really good at tutoring others. He’d likely be able to tell what teaching style works best for each individual and go from there.

I also like to imagine that Roma is more effective in teaching Epel etiquette and table manners because he’s a bit more patient and less strict than Vil.

Roma holds a lot of respect for Vil and seems to be on amicable or friendly terms with his housewarden. They do, however, butt heads on how to best teach new dorm students.

This is mainly because Roma gets annoyed when he has to constantly listen to other people complaining

Roma can also be stubborn and sometimes doesn’t let up if he thinks he’s right

Roma founded the enchanted gardening club which is open to all students but tends to attract students with flora magic. The general idea of the club is learn how to tend to enchanted plants.

If anyone has any other questions about Roma or even about Yuri feel free to ask! My inbox is open!

I think I’m going to work on Harry next so be on the look out for him!

[pataguja61]

Passi la notte

a cucire i sogni

Arriva l'alba

Bocchi Amedeo

Bambina che dorme (Roma, 1919)

[bicheco]

Vedere Godzilla che dorme dentro il Colosseo e poi che gira per Roma e distrugge tutto fa brutto. Brutto brutto. Adesso so come si sentivano i giapponesi quando queste cose capitavano a loro a Tokyo. Io comunque faccio il tifo per Kong ma solo perché gli fa male un dente.