#character: rosa

[knoxs2nd]

i looove how parent/child love is handled in umineko, and the differences between everyone's perceptions of how to show their love, and how to view other people's loves

krauss was always told he had to become a suitable heir by kinzo and was raised accordingly, even though he really didn't want to. krauss shows his love for jessica by being more hands-off, unlike his own childhood, and even encouraging "un-heir-like" hobbies like her boxing.

natsuhi was given away by her family in a marriage she didn't want. she shows her love for jessica by being strict and controlling. natsuhi wants jessica to always feel that she supported and cared about her future and success, and to never feel "given away" without a second thought.

meanwhile, jessica sees natsuhi's "love" as stifling and has to deal with it by running away to school and hiding her true self from her mother. while they don't go deeply into jessica and krauss's relationship, the vibe i get is that she gets along better with him.

compare that to lion, who thrived with the strict parenting style and always recognized how natsuhi loved and cared for them. as an alt!yasu, what matters to them is having family/unconditional love in the first place and not necessarily how that love manifests.

eva was always told she would never amount to anything, and to stop trying so hard. so she shows her love for george by telling him he'll amount to great things, and to always try his hardest. she will always support his journey. hideyoshi lost his whole family so he shows his love by always striving to be friendly with others, and to always bring positivity to other's lives, because being together with family is the most important thing. so he steps away from strict parenting and lets eva handle it.

and we know about george's feelings on eva's love for him, even though he, just like jessica, recognizes that their mothers love them. however, he admires his father and wants to be just like him!

rudolf got ignored and had to carve out his own place in the world - and it wasn't with his family. he loves battler by letting him do his own thing, so much so he lets battler leave the family register. if being away from them will make battler happier, then rudolf'll accept it.

meanwhile, battler has a complicated relationship with rudolf whose parenting style makes him think rudolf doesn't actually have any familial feelings at all, and resents him for it. he adores asumu though, who was outwardly kind and loving to him!

battler even forgives rudolf and agrees to return to the ushiromiya family when he realizes that rudolf actually DOES love his family, after spending so many years convinced rudolf never actually cared after all

and rosa...also ignored, but also bullied to kingdom come by her siblings for being "stupid." so she sees maria, who's also susceptible to being bullied, and tries to make her into being someone who would NOT be bullied. who could be "normal."

maria though...she's the only one who can actually see rosa's love for what it is, though, past all the layers of abuse, control, and trauma, that the other ushiromiya cousins struggled so deeply with. so she resolves to love her mama, regardless...

[ionomycin]

i'll always be there to bring you back

[sinlizards]

Collection of umi bits

[noneofyoubeewax]

Mom’s dinner

Inspired by this post

The shazam family is about to have have dinner when Rosa notice that Billy isn’t home and asks Mary to go to the Rock of Eternity. Rosa knows that Billy has his duty as the Champion of Magic, she has learned to pick her battles but Rosa is a woman who likes to have dinner as a family

When Mary returns with no Billy, claiming that he’s at a Justice League meeting. Rosa knows that patience is a skill that she has gotten as a foster parent so she waits and waits and waits.

Darla: “Mama, I’m hungry”

Rosa: “I know baby, but I would like to wait till Billy is here before we eat”

Eugene: “yeah but JL meetings go on forever, and unless Billy was a good reason to leave the Bat won’t let him”

Victor: “how about I set aside a plate for him”

Rosa: “ Mary, Freddy are you sure you two don’t have a way to bring Billy back”

Mary: “maybe”

Freddy: “not really”

Both didn’t want to get drag into a meeting or Batman and robin trying to squeeze out some information.

Pedro: “why not ask the wizard to bring him back” (being serious )

Rosa: “yeah let go ask…(not thinking it’s serious) wait actually”

Rosa: “I’ll be back soon”

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Rock of Eternity

Rosa: “ excuse me, Mr. wizard are you there?”

Yes

How may I assist you

Rosa: “would you be able to return Billy home”

Ah, dinner time already. As much as I would love to summon Billy to return home to you it would cause some confusion among his fellow heroes if he would to disappear.

Rosa: “you’re right, I’m sorry fo-

But you can get him

Rosa: “what”

I have been around for a long time and there is nothing more powerful than a mother’s authority.

Rosa: “but what about secret identities”

….. say my name

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Justice league meeting

Marvel: (“please stop talking, I want dinner ”)

Batman: “marvel, pay attention!”

Marvel: “yes sir!”

Green lantern: “come on spooky you been going on forever”

Batman: “I wouldn’t have to if you did your job right”

Superman: “let’s calm down be-“

Martian Manhunter: (telepathically link, outside in space) “ friends, a person approaches, a woman”

Wonder Woman: “is she a threat”

MM: “ I am uncertain”

Batman: “ what does she look like? “

MM: “7’2 feet, dark brown hair, all white with- wait, Captain Marvel. The outfit she wears a similar to yours”

Marvel: “what”

MM: “ I’m going to engage with her”

Superman: “be careful”

……

…..

MM: “it seems she is unable to communicate, she humming like a whale and I have no idea what she saying”

Batman: “bring her by the window”

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……

GL: “Damn”

There floats a tall woman with her hair floating around dress in all white who gives a smile and a wave

GL: “Damn Cap, who this goddess. Don’t tell me this is your girlfr-“

Marvel: “MOM!?”

JL: “Mom!!?”

The reason Rosa was unable to talk was because the wizard didn’t want anything to happen if Rosa got capture (the only word she can say is Shazam). I can imagine Rosa Towers over her children, but not in the Scary way, in the motherly love way.

I can see Rosa’s hair floating all the time and covers her left eye slightly.

[clockworkreapers]

Everyone always says how Tales From The Gas Station is like if Gravity Falls was made for an older audience and the gas station has to be at the edge of Gravity Falls, wellllllll what if?

[thetikore]

Rosa commits rookie mistake #1: Never pretend you understand a joke during the annual family conference.

Original Video

[perplexingly]

I hope in KCD3 devs will discover that women can have active roles outside of romances too 🙏

[bigbeanbear]

A compilation of all promo materials so far of Stephanie Beatriz in Mike Schur’s upcoming new comedy series ‘A Man On the Inside’, premiering November 21 on Netflix.

I think the short curly hair suits her quite well, very different vibe from Rosa Diaz.

[mabaki]

Night cuddles Rosa and Caira belong to @mme-chouette

[owlwinter8]

I made a fanbind of the incredible Anastasis by @chthonion!! This fic series is truly something special, and even on my first read I knew that I wanted to bind it. This was also my first bookbind where I fully felt like I knew what I was doing, and I'm incredibly proud of how it came out!!

Art inspo: Stellar Corona by eradelphic and Through Window Up by Ninhol Cover/back/spine art has been uploaded here! <3 EDIT: Typeset has been added to the google drive with author permission as well!

[knoxs2nd]

thinking how rosa met kuwatrice in the context of her "childishly" wanting to disappear and run away from reality, versus how meeting rosa made kuwatrice want to escape her birdcage and live in the outside world

rosa seeing kuwatrice decide on that and it also strengthening her own resolve, to help kuwatrice escape and to live the life she deserves!

(the narrative foil of their parents, kinzo & bice, who actually enabled each other to retreat further into their own constructed fantasy bubble of kuwadorian, cut off from the outside world)

rosa & kuwatrice's brief meeting shifted both of their viewpoints, and if they had actually stayed together, their relationship would have set their lives on entirely different paths... but it was a short-lived fantasy that left one dead and the other with lifelong trauma

thinking about this in the context of how they didn't know they're sisters and how even that short moment was probably the most unambiguously positive and supportive familial relationship either of them had......😭😭

[playsthetics]

MBTI: My Favourite Characters

ISTP (10/16)

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Phillip “Lip” Gallagher (Shameless)

Rikki Chadwick (H2O: Just Add Water)

Shane Mccutcheon (The L Word)

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Lisbeth Salander (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo)

Yoon Ji-Woo (My Name)

Corky (Bound)

Patrick Verona (10 Things I Hate About You)

Robin Scherbatsky (How I Met Your Mother)

Theodora “Theo” Crane (The Haunting of Hill House)

[neurobivergent]

/long post/

Fadel's low self esteem is so so personal to me. The fact that he's believed for so long that he's only as good as the work he does. That fadel as a person isn't worth much, that his emotions and problems aren't something to be talked about. That he'd rather spill his sorrows to strangers and fleeting ears, lest he burden anyone he cares about with it. That he hesitates so, so much before melting into style. He's so deeply worried about being forgotten because why, why would anyone bother to keep someone like him in memory, right? Take his work away, and he is so deeply sad and all over the place, all the time. Fadel has so much love to give and a heart bigger than all his hurt combined. He's ready to give and give and give and people have always taken and taken and taken and left him in the dust.

Until style. And his persistent, unwavering shower of love. The single minded devotion that stopped fadel dead in his tracks and allowed him to finally let go of the reigns and just accept his love, allowed him to not hide from or fight against the love he was given, allowed him to empty the worries in his head and take what style so gently gave, to simple allow style to fix him.

God, style. Style is fadel's Northstar, his compass, his anchor, a grounding touch. The immovable object to fadel's unstoppable force. Style's constant stream of affirming words like a soft melody, always reminding fadel that he belongs, that he's loved, that he matters. And style's tendency to go to any length to keep fadel safe, even risking his own safety? His armor, the shield to his sword. You see it everytime fadel talks poorly about himself and style's face just falls. The way style never hesitates to reaffirm his love for fadel again and again and again and again. The way he never lets fadel fall down his insecure, self deprecating spiral. The way he always believes in the good in him, always be ready with open arms and a thousand kisses. The way he always chooses fadel over and over again. The way he holds back his own emotions just to hold space for fadel's breakdowns. The way he'll always be a safe space for fadel's vulnerability.

Star crossed lovers or accidental soulmates or an intentional choice made every single day, they deserve the happy ending all those love stories told us about.

Gif credits : @aprilblossomgirl @heretherebedork @sherrymagic 💖 (pls do let me know if you aren't okay with your gifs being used, I'll take it down)

[girlnextvore]

I wish i could stop sexualizing the Sire/childer relationship but guys im sorry it makes truly the most toxic fucking couples on earth and i find that HILARIOUS

[clockworkreapers]

Tales from the Gas Station Vol. 2 everyone

[quintessenceofdust88]

Nonna Rosa fixes it

[Now on AO3!] Okayyy, it's officially not the weekend anymore, but only for like five minutes, so technically I'm on time! This got totally away from me, and I had to actually force myself to end it where I did. Nonna Rosa took the narrative from my hands and said 'I'll take it from here', and good for her. Not to be dramatic but I love her. Anyway, if any Italian-speaking people read this: I AM SO SORRY. This is all Collins dictionary or Google Translate, I don't speak a word of Italian and I'll be very glad to correct any mistakes you might notice ♥ I hope you guys enjoy it! if you want to know more about Nonna Rosa, send me an ask, I have looots of headcanons for her (and Tommy's childhood). Here you go:

A week after breaking up with Evan, Tommy is still feeling like shit. He can barely sleep, anything he tries to eat tastes like sawdust, and he feels like he’s living on autopilot. He goes to work, he comes back home, he tries to eat, he tries to sleep, rinse and repeat. Nothing else matters, there’s nothing else he feels like doing. He doesn’t answer Howie’s texts asking how he’s doing (he answered the first one, telling Howie not to worry about him, but can’t do more than that); he completely ignores Eddie’s invitation for Muay Thai and basketball, and he comes up with an excuse as to why he can’t make karaoke bar that Thursday. And yet, there’s one thing he can’t put off, as much as he wishes to: talking to his Nonna. 

Tommy calls his grandmother at least once a week; she still lives in Indiana, in the same house he spent most of his childhood in, and he knows his uncle Bart visits often. But he likes to hear from her himself. Visiting her was a rare occasion, and the last time he was able to was about four months ago. The minute he had stepped in, Nonna had asked him if he was ‘innamorato’, because he was looking so much happier than usual.

And he knows she’ll perceive his sadness just as quick, if not quicker. The woman has always been able to read him like an open book. She’s probably the only person alive who can; he’s always made sure to keep his layers hidden from everyone else, even from… 

Well. Doesn’t matter now, does it? 

Fact is, that if he misses his call with Nonna, it’ll be even worse. She’ll know something’s up, and he doesn’t put past her to fly across the country to check on him (he’s always been the favorite grandson and everyone knows it). So it’s best to get it over with. With a heavy sigh, he sits down on his couch (and tries not to think about how empty it feels when it’s just him in there) and rings her up, bracing himself.

“Pronto? Tommasino?” She answers the call, as always with the camera too close to her face, and that at least brings a smile to his face.

“Nonna, you need to stretch your arm a little. Remember, like Charlie showed you?” He asks with a chuckle; Charlie being his cousin’s daughter, Charlotte, who taught Nonna how to FaceTime so she could ‘see Tommasino’s pretty face more often’, in her own words. 

She stretches her arm and Tommy gets a good look at her. Nonna looks the same as always, sharp blue eyes in a soft face that’s wrinkled both from age and from a lifetime of smiles. Her hair is wrapped in hair rollers and tucked safely behind a red bandana. Tommy misses her fiercely, and wishes more than ever that he could get wrapped in one of her hugs. 

They always did wonders for him when he was a little boy who used to climb trees and get scrapes and bruises; when he was a scared eleven-year-old missing his mother (and as a grown-up he can appreciate Nonna was hurting at least as much as him, having lost her daughter, but still never let it show) and dealing with an angry abusive father; when he was a scared eighteen-year-old, before leaving the only home he’d ever known to join the Army. And when he was a scared 33-year-old man, coming out as gay to his 75 year-old-grandmother, afraid of being rejected by the one person alive who truly loved him, and Nonna had stood on her tiptoes, pulled him into one of those hugs, and told him all she ever wanted for Tommy was to see him happy, and that she would always love him. 

A hug from his grandmother had always made Tommy feel like the world was an easier place to be faced, and right now, that’s exactly what he needs. And his longing must show in his face, because she’s frowning at him, her eyes full of concern. 

“Oh, Tommasino” She says softly. “What’s wrong, bambino mio? You look so sad” She asks, and to Tommy’s horror, he finds his eyes filling up. Nonna has that way of bringing out every emotion he tries to repress.

“Everything’s wrong, Nonna, and it’s all my fault” He blurts out before he can stop himself, and the look on his grandmother’s face tells Tommy she’d be placing a sizable plate of cake and a cup of strong coffee in front of him if she could.

“You have a habit of saying things are your fault even when they aren't, so I'm afraid I'll need the entire story, my boy” She says gently, and Tommy watches as she sits down by her kitchen table (the same kitchen table where he did most of his school homework, the same kitchen table from where he always used to steal a biscotti while they were still warm), supporting her face in her hand and turning those sharp blue eyes at the phone screen. Tommy swears he can feel them pierce through his very soul. “What happened? Is it your Evanino?”

The question sends a knife right through Tommy's chest as he imagines what could have been. Gosh, Nonna would have loved Evan (who doesn't love Evan, you idiot?, he tells himself), and he knows deep in his heart Evan would have loved her as well. Every time Tommy would talk about her (which he did fairly often; he was a grandma's boy and had no shame about it), Evan would get a wistful expression on his face and tell Tommy that she sounded awesome.

He had been planning on taking Evan with him next time he managed to visit her, not wanting to introduce them through the phone. Now it's for the best he didn't; at least Nonna won't have to miss him like Tommy does.

“He… he's not mine anymore, Nonna,” He admits, his voice thick with emotion. “We broke up”

“What?! Ma comme?! You were so happy last time we talked!” She asked, and of course Tommy was happy; it was the day before their six month anniversary, and he had been so full of excitement. “Was he not happy? Is that why you're blaming yourself, Tomasino?”

A smile as bright as sunshine crosses Tommy's mind. A smile that only started to fade once Tommy told him he knew how it ended. A smile that had become his personal beacon of light in the past six months. A smile he misses like a lost limb.

“He… he was happy” He says, because that much he knows to be true; Evan was happy with him, Tommy made sure of that. His grandmother frowns at that, and Tommy doesn't blame her; the story seems convoluted, feels convoluted, even to himself, and he lived it.

“Thomas, you have to help your old grandmother, because I cannot understand what is the problem. If you were happy and he was happy, then why are you not together anymore?”

“Because he asked me to move in with him” Tommy says, and that doesn't seem to clear the situation for her. If anything, her frown deepens, and she reaches for a piece of bread, fiddling with it; Nonna could never keep her hands still, especially when she was nervous, and Tommy had inherited that from her. 

“Does that mean something different when it’s two men?” She asks, completely genuine, and that earns a surprised chuckle from Tommy. 

“No, Nonna” Tommy says, and all of a sudden the urge to laugh is gone again; it never lasts long, not after Evan. “It… It means the same”

“Very well, and you said no? That’s why he ended things?” She asks, and Tommy sighs brokenly, the memories of the night no less painful than when it happened.

“No. I… I broke up with him, Nonna. He asked me to move in with him, and I didn’t just say no. I… I broke up with him," Tommy admits with a heavy heart. 

“Tesoro, you do realize you are not making any sense? You and your boy were happy; he asked you to move in with him, and instead you broke up with him. Then you show up looking like your heart was broken and tell me it is your fault. What am I missing, bambino?”

“I have a house, Nonna!” He snaps, finally being able to voice the things that have been stewing in his heart and mind since that night. “I have a house, and he lives in a rented loft, and it makes no sense for me to move in with him!”

Nonna doesn’t answer right away. She chews thoughtfully on her bread, letting a small silence fall between the pair of them before she eventually sighs and answers him.

“Benne, you have a point, it wouldn’t make sense. But that isn’t the whole problem, is it, Tommasino?” Nonna adds shrewdly. “You could have talked it out, explained that to him. So what made you walk out of the best thing that happened to you in years?”

Tommy can always trust Nonna to lay things down exactly as they are, no matter how painful it sounds. She’s right, he did walk out of the best thing that happened to him in years, maybe ever, and it’s getting harder and harder to justify that decision to himself. 

“N-Nonna, I was… I was falling so in love with him” He tells her, and feels tears starting to prickle the corner of his eyes.

“Yes, I’ve known that since last time you were here” Nonna says impatiently. “That’s not a reason to leave, Thomas; that’s a reason to stay”

“Only if he loved me back” He says automatically, and Nonna crosses her arms, unimpressed. 

“And who says he doesn’t? Did you ask him?” She asks sharply, and Tommy sighs. This conversation is taking a completely different route than what he expected. 

“I didn’t have to, Nonna. I… I just know it, okay? I was his first relationship with a man. I cannot be the last, that’s not how it works. And I… I thought I was okay with it, that I could enjoy it while it lasted, but… But I didn’t expect to love him this much” He admits, as much to himself as to her. It’s all his fault, really, for falling so deeply, flying too close to the Sun. “I-it’s safer to break my own heart now than to let him do it when I’m way too deep to recover. N-not that I’m recovering all too well, but… could be worse” He finishes, already wiping the few tears that inconveniently decided to rush down his cheeks. 

If Tommy expects his grandmother to nod sympathetically at that and coo at him (he kinda does; she has a habit of doing that when he cries), he has another thing coming. Nonna scoffs loudly, hitting the table with her hand, strong from decades of kneading bread. The noise is enough to startle Tommy out of tears.

“Thomas Domenico Kinard, I didn’t know me and your dear Mamma, may God have her soul, had raised an estupido vigliacco!” She exclaims, her hand flailing loudly to emphasize her words. 

Tommy will be the first to admit his Italian is rusty, but he’s pretty sure she just called him a stupid coward. And. Ouch.

“Nonna!” He exclaims back, but she isn’t dissuaded. She tuts him with a sharp ‘Silenzio!’ and a raised finger, and Tommy shuts up right away. He knows that when Nonna starts, the best he can do is take the scolding, so he leans back on his couch, trying his best not to look like a chided boy who got caught stealing fruit from the neighbor’s orchard.

“You are my grandson, and I love you more than anything in this world. You are a good man with a wonderful heart, but you have one big problem, Tommaso. You always assume you know people’s feelings better than they do, and then you make your own decisions based on that without actually asking anyone. Remember when you decided I should move to California because you thought I was lonely here?” She asks, raising an eyebrow, and Tommy nods sheepishly. “Do you remember what I told you?”

“That if and when you wanted to move to California, you would let me know, but you were perfectly capable of making your own decisions” He mumbles back, the epic scolding from five years ago still fresh on his mind. 

“Esattamente. Now, I think your Evanino deserves the same courtesy. He is not a silly child, Thomas. If he wants you to be his last, if he loves you, who do you think you are to decide that he doesn’t?”

“But he never said he did,” Tommy replies stubbornly. “He… He never even told me he loved me, he just asked me to move in with him. It’s like… It’s like he wanted to prove a point, Nonna. That he could be… committed, or queer, or whatever, I don’t know. But he never said he loved me”

“Did you say it to him?” Nonna asks, and Tommy stares at her with his mouth agape. Damn this woman and her ability to ask the most uncomfortable questions. 

“N-no” He admits. “I… I was too afraid of him not saying it back”

“Hmmm” Nonna hums thoughtfully. “That’s your other problem, bambino mio. You think you don’t deserve to be loved. I blame that man for that” Nonna says with a scoff, and they both know exactly who she’s talking about; there’s no lost love between Rosa Lucciola and her ex-son-in-law, Brian Kinard, and the way he treated Tommy and his mother before she passed is the sole reason for it. 

“Well, that’s neither here nor there, Nonna” He says with a shrug, always uncomfortable when his father becomes even a small topic of conversation, but she tuts disapprovingly.

“Ah, isn’t it? Has it never occurred to you that maybe your Evanino could have the same problem? That he was as afraid as you to show his heart and have it broken?”

Tommy desperately wants to say that he thought about it, that it occurred to him; but it hasn’t. Evan is such a sunshine of a man, always so prone to smiles and loving gestures towards anyone he cares about, that Tommy never thought there could be insecurities there. Now it makes him feel selfish and stupid (or estupido as Nonna had so accurately called him). 

“Nonna…” Tommy says, his mind catching up to everything she said and a horrifying realization dawns on him. “What if he did love me back? Oh my God, did I fuck this up?!” He asks before he can stop himself. 

“Language! Do not take the Signore’s name and swear in the same sentence!” She chides him, and Tommy mutters ‘sorry’, but her look is impossibly fond. “But, well. Maybe you did; maybe you didn’t. Are you going to sit around and mope or try to find out?” Nonna challenges him. 

“W-what if he never loved me, Nonna? Or what if he did, but me walking out made him stop?” Tommy asks, not knowing which possibility scares him the most.

“What if he still does, Thomas?” Nonna counteracts. “What if he loves you and is too afraid to reach out because you already rejected him once, hm? Someone has to be brave, and he already was when he asked you to move in, bambino. Maybe it was a little impulsive, but his heart was in the right place; it was in your future together”

Tommy realizes Nonna is right. He can’t expect Evan to reach out (he realizes he was at some level, and he would have rushed to it; one call from Evan and Tommy would be right back to his life, ready to reheal his own heart when things inevitably went wrong, just for another glimpse of Evan Buckley’s personal sunshine); it’s his turn to fight for them. It’s his turn to be brave. 

“Ah, you finally realized it, hm?” Nonna says; something must be showing on his face, because there’s a satisfied smile on her face. “Fight for that boy, Thomas. Fight for your happiness, tesoro. Prove to your Nonna you are not estupido”

“Nonna, you are most definitely the best person on the planet, and I promise you didn’t raise a estupido. I’ll do right by Evan. By… By me. By both of us” Tommy promises to her, promises to himself. He blows a kiss to the screen of his cellphone, desperately wishing he could kiss her cheek in person. “Ti amo, Nonnina” (I love you, granny) 

“Ti amo, nipotini del mio cuore” (I love you, grandson of my heart) She tells him back, and a mischievous smirk appears on her face. “You better bring that boy here to try my rondelli before the year is over, you hear?”

“Dio, I hope so, Nonna” He tells her, and they say their goodbyes before hanging up. Tommy already misses her.

He holds his cellphone close to his heart, wondering if he should text Evan, but decides against it. This is too big for a text, too big for a call. He’ll go over in the morning, probably with a bouquet of flowers or whatever other extravagant gift he can come up with, ready to grovel and explain himself and beg for a second chance, even if it’s only to hear a ‘no’. Even if it’s only to let Evan yell at him and get the closure he deserves. Even if it’s only to get his already shattered heart broken into even more pieces. Tommy has to be brave.

After all, nonna and mamma didn’t raise a coward. 

(Evan doesn’t say no. And when Tommy explains, after several rounds of make-up sex, what made him change his mind, he promises to send Nonna a present. The present ends up being him and Tommy, because they go to Indiana for Christmas, and Evan falls in love with Nonna and her rondelli. Just like Tommy knew he would)

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Tag list (let me know if I missed anyone! also if you want to be removed or only tagged in Little Blobs' Verse):

@bidisasterevankinard @unhingedangstaddict @silversky9 @music-is-the-voice-of-the-soul @asmugfirefighter @rubydaiquiri @racerchix21 @actuallyitsellie

(Although here's a lil spoiler - Nonna Rosa will probably show up in Little Blobs' verse cause I'm not ready to let go of her and she'd whack me in the head with a spoon if I didn't let her meet her great-grandchildren)