#breaking italy

[rei-the-head-shaker]

Helpful videos I watched this week:

Success Is Guaranteed With This Mindset

I Journaled for 26 Years. Here's What I Would Change in 2024

“Why Am I So Tired?” Kill These 6 Energy Vampires NOW

Il metodo definitivo per risparmiare

5 Minute Morning Meditation for Abundance 🌿

Sgarbi accusato di FURTO, cosa sta succedendo?

Positive Affirmations to Manifest Your Dream Life 🌟

Become A FULL TIME Content Creator In 12 MONTHS (or less)

3 modi per smettere di procrastinare | Crescita Personale

Asking each other uncomfortable questions

[thelailasblog]

[emily84]

European Elections - Exit polls show gains for the far right in Germany, France, the Netherlands, Austria, and Italy.

[creaturegoose]

[chanelnumbermine]

too hot to handle | paul aron x fem!reader

summary: the hot italian summer proves challenging for all the wrong reasons. testing your self-control around paul has never been harder

warnings: none, suggestive content.

having been from estonia, a country forming part of the nordic states, one of the colder places in europe, paul treasured every drop of sunlight a day gifted him. he didn't mind getting sunburnt, never complained about the heat and never missed a chance to tease you about your hatred for the sun. so when he offered you a place on his yacht for a cruise around the mediterranean, you were reluctant to accept. paul was an extremely active person, some would say his energy could rival an eager puppy. always swimming, running around the boat to adjust the course, laughing about something with his friends.

you were complete opposites. when he brimmed with excitement to climb a mountain and watch the sunset from the peak, you dreamed of a lazy evening. when he wanted to explore another island, you were craving ice cream to battle the excruciating temperature. he was sunbathing on the boat deck and you were swimming in the sea. it wasn't about your lack of energy or lack of interest in spending quality time with your best friend. it was quite the contrary.

paul had a certain affinity - or lack thereof - for shirts. being a young man confident in his body his outfits consisted of him wearing swimming trunks or short shorts, exposing his muscular chest and strong arms. even the slightest of moves made his muscles flex and he wasn't shy about showing it off. which was fun for him, but considerably less for you. sure, he was a sight for sore eyes. and you couldn't help but stare.

it was wrong, you kept telling yourself. to look at your best friend and think of tracing the tan lines, moving your nails along his muscles, feeling his warm body tensing underneath your touch. to feel his arms tighten around your frame and inhale the scent of his hair, wet from the salty water. to run your hand through his curls, caressing his face, from his cheekbones, to the swollen pouty lips to his strong veiny neck. and, well, with each passing day it was getting harder to control yourself. whereas paul was getting bored of the usual tasks and was increasingly frustrated with your demeanour. the harder you pushed him away, the harder he pulled. and today was the day he has had enough.

you left breakfast early. dressed up in your favourite bikini and dove into the sea. jumping far into the water, the cold enveloping your body, taking away the burning from your skin and the unnecessary thoughts from your head. you dove deeper, treading the waves until you were out of breath. were you running away? maybe. just for a second. usually nobody bothered to disturb your morning swim, but today a tall figure was standing on the edge of the deck, his body corded and a shadow of a smile lingering on his lips. unbeknownst to you, paul was been following your every move.

he dove into the water and quickly caught up with you. pushing through the waves, he swam under your body and reappeared just in front of you. "hey." he said and put his hands on your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. you yelped ans tried to push him away, water in your eyes blinking you, the sudden contact unsettling you. his voice did little to calm you, unleashing a bunch of butterflies in your stomach. but his grip proved too strong. you pushed your knee against his chest, hoping to overpower him. he just moved his palms to your lower back and your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

your voice died in your throat. "hey." you said weakly, as his eyes bore into your skull. lost in the moment, you failed to notice how close your bodies became. his hands almost on your hips, your lips millimetres away from kissing his forehead. your crotch rubbing against the rubber band of his swimming trunks. his head buried in the valley of your breasts. but he was staring right into your eyes.

"you're not easy to get hold of, you know?" he complained, breathless. you wanted to throw your head back, scream, bury your face in his chest. whatever, as long as you wouldn't have to stare into his puppy eyes. you were glad for the water surrounding you, as he couldn't feel how sweaty your hands were becoming and couldn't hear the blood rushing through your veins. so you just swallowed and smiled awkwardly. "what do you mean?" he moved his right hand to the center, the other one now holding your thigh.

he sighed. "really, now!” a wave trashed on to back, the water dripping on his curls and getting in his face. you chuckled and moved it to the side. he murmured a soft thank you and looked up at you again. "just missed you, that's all" he admitted bashfully, which made you to laugh softly. that was paul's charm. not the flirty demeanour nor the confidence when he drove a car. it was moments when his facade cracked and the he laughed innocently. how you loved that laugh. so you did what you weren't supposed to do. you leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto his forehead.

when you leaned back and saw the shock in his eyes, you panicked. let go of his body and tried to swim away as far as humanly possible. you kicked him softly in the stomach. your cheeks and eyes were burning. the embarrassment being spread through your bloodstream instead of oxygen. god, what the hell was that? you wanted to swim to the bottom of the sea and bury yourself in the sand and never face paul again. you swam with all your might, driven by adrenaline and remaining pride.

the poor blonde barely collected himself, fighting for every breath, struggling to piece together what just happened. and he couldn't. with you out his sight, his hands empty, thoughts rushing through his head. he bit his lip, looking around for the familiar figure. he gasped, finally seeing your head resurfacing meters away. he didn't think twice, he started chasing you again. he was trembling with emotions, his eyes lost. he caught you ankle and wrapped his hands around your frame tightly. you didn't fight back. just laid your head on his shoulder. "im sorry" you whispered.

your breath tickled his neck, he laughed quietly. he tilted his head so it was resting on top of yours. "you scared me, now" paul pressed a small peck into your hair. "can't promise i won't do it again, darling" the nickname made you shiver and you slowly pulled away from him. he pressed his lips together and looked into your eyes, panicked you would get away again. so he did the only thing he could think of looking at your flushed cheeks and watering eyes.

he kissed you. breathless and scared, full of unspoken desires and muted feelings, he kissed you. as if it was the first kiss in his life. this time it was him who pulled away quickly, swallowing his pride and groaning internally. you were shaking. "fuck, im sorry" his voice broke "i don know wha-" he didn't manage to finish the sentence, because your lips crashed into his again. latching onto his lower lip hungrily, your teeth grazing his tongue when he kissed you back, invading your mouth. your hands on the sides of his face, his fingers buried in your hair. your could feel the salt on your tongue, was it the water, your tears? you pulled away when it became hard to breathe.

“i don’t feel sorry at all now”

“neither do i”

[digital999placebo]

and I would've moved out there to be with you, I would've moved out there for real.

[aroaceleovaldez]

why are PJO characters most consistently measured in scales of Michaels?

Like. this is some of the most specific height information we have out of most characters, besides maybe Percy being an inch shorter than Jason. The Michaels Scale...

[curioushabitforarivergod]

when u break up so bad u gotta kill him

[trentskis]

[workersolidarity]

🇮🇹🇵🇸 🚨

MASSIVE DEMONSTRATIONS IN MILAN SUPPORTING PALESTINE

📹 Scenes from massive demonstrations ongoing in support of Palestine and Gaza in the Italian city of Milan in the face of the Israeli aggression and brutal police crackdowns happening across the Western world against the Palestine solidarity movement.

#source

@WorkerSolidarityNews

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

The Prostestant Cemetery of Rome is closed to the public for “security reasons”

Failing to see how a walled-in open air cemetery could endanger the public, I’m left to assume that Percy Shelley has been rising from his grave and eating unassuming tourists.

[rei-the-head-shaker]

Helpful/Insightful/Inspiring videos I watched this week:

Ghali e Dargen CENSURATI dalla Rai?

TEST: 5 domande per il tuo livello finanziario

10 SELF CARE TIPS for Mental Health | Self Care Habits for the Winter Blues

[thelailasblog]

[iam-lnt]

"And every weekend in the winter, you'd be wearing my hoodie

With drawstrings pulled tight to keep your face from the cold"

(from the song Nina, by Ed Sheeran)

Bonus: they're just cute

[cleotetra]

they saw me put banana ketchup in spaghetti (im cooking filipino spaghetti)

original twt

[ma-chi1993]

Allow me to yap some more about this

Romano is the one that looks like Rome the most. Veneziano it's a close second, but Romano it's really Rome copy-paste when he was younger.

Do you think that the Romance countries look at his face and see Rome's ghost? What are their thoughts when they see themselves in the mirror? Do they seek for the little traces of Rome on their face? Do they compare themselves to Romano and Veneziano? Is it disappointment or relief what they feel when they realize how different they look compared to Rome? And when they do see some resemblance with Romano, do they feel guilt towards their other ancestors?