#clean tuscan

[kuku-doodles]

Phoenix Living Room Music Room Large transitional open concept living room with dark wood floors and beige walls, a music area, a standard fireplace, a concrete fireplace, and no television.

[bigbitchmarii]

Roofing in Phoenix Example of a tuscan two-story house exterior design with a tile roof

[forever-lunasea]

Open - Traditional Living Room

Idea for a large, traditional, formal living room with an open floor plan, travertine floors, beige walls, a corner fireplace, and a stone fireplace

[whitewizard89]

Pool Infinity in San Francisco

[dicentsalve]

Hey I really love your art style it's amazing... And since we had la squadra and l'unita headcanons may i ask for zucchero & sale headcanons?

I like the direction we're going

Thank you, bb!

I haven't really thought about them as much as I'd like, but I have a couple of notes

First of all, I'd like to note that these two work quite closely with Luka, receiving possible information from him due to influence and a certain power (I will also touch on Luka a little and note that every member of Passione knows and respects him, regardless of status within the family. I mean, boy at least passed Polpo's test and was left without a stand🧍)

Buuut not always they can pay for the services provided

● Sale

As I mentioned, he's Squalo's older brother and has been working at Passione longer, but he still hasn't been able to get higher (if we don't take into account the events of Vento Aureo)

Since I gave Squalo the peculiarity of unusual teeth, Sale has them too, but less expressed and not so noticeable. His central and lateral incisors are normal, but starting with the fangs, as they approach the edges, the sharp teeth become more expressed. Btw, this pisses him off.

Has impaired water exchange up to dehydration.

Doesn't have a driver's license. Can't drive, could I say, if close communication with Mario hadn't forced him to learn it.

For some inexplicable reason, I associate Kraft Work with a cactus (that's why in one of my old sketches Squalo calls Sale a cactus ass🧍), in connection with this: Sale loves cacti. And Mario, with his ridiculous clothes, btw, resembles a cactus. Maybe that's why they're still together.

Doesn't like fish very much, but eats it to annoy Squalo.

Obviously a Tuscan, like his brother, but he has no accent or dialect in his speech. He uses dialect words only for confidentiality or out of harmfulness.

Has a stand since birth, which is why, even in childhood, having mastered the stand, he became proud and impudent And was a bully in childhood 🫵

Based on the Kraft Work ability, I like to think that Sale has a slight peculiarity of "dropping out" of a conversation/situation and just staring at one point for some time.

Like Squalo, he also has problems with his parents. But for them, this is rather a huge ground for jokes than a burdensome problem.

● Zucchero

Mario isn't only an inattentive, careless person, but also has some problems with his eyesight. Not in the sense that he needs glasses, but he has "tunnel vision", which neither Sale nor Zucchero himself knows about, believing that everyone has it. So in order to concentrate on the road, he can't look away even a millimeter. Otherwise, he is a really good driver, who has saved them from total ass more than once.

Lefty.

Very hunched over.

Despite his last name, he is rather clumsy and slow (in general, everything that, ironically, a lack of sugar in the body leads to), requires more time to process information, which also infuriates Sale.

Quite often he goes to women, cuz of which he often doesn't get in touch and gets scolded by Sale for his recklessness.

He's involuntarily acquainted with Tiziano and already doesn't have the best relationship with him, although they have only met once.

Since Soft Machine uses a blade, Zucchero is very good with bladed weapons.

He likes decorative poodles (I won't explain it)

Lives with Sale cuz it's safer and cheaper (he's just too lazy to clean the apartment)

Often takes Sale in the evening after work to see the sunset (he forgets the way home)

And original of meme

[lalathemediterraneanmermaid]

What do ikevamp suitors smell like? PT.1

Bonjour mes chers voyageurs du temps! This is Part 1 of "What Do Ikemen Vampire Suitors Smell Like?" Since there are so many suitors in this game, I’m afraid this post will be divided into four different parts. Sooooo, I hope you really enjoy this very first part of these headcanons featuring Ikemen Vampire suitors!!!!

Napoleon Bonaparte

"A Hero That Appears Once Every Thousand Years." A revolutionary who possesses overwhelming strength. The charismatic leader with a natural aura that draws people to him. Yet behind that cool facade lies a man who yearns for everyone to live in peace. He is straightforward and blunt. Napoleon needs a perfume that matches his overwhelming charisma and his contradictory nature—between strength and the desire for peace. He deserves a scent as magnetic and complex as his personality, with notes that represent his vibrant energy and fierce determination, as well as his duality, with a hidden sensitivity beneath his strong exterior. He requires a powerful and robust fragrance that reflects his innate strength and elegance. I'm sensing a really strong leather scent with some woodiness, a truly masculine fragrance but also clean. Let's be honest, nowadays he'd probably smell like aftershave and Old Spice, but since he was a really powerful emperor, let's make it a bit more sophisticated and fancy.

Notes: Bergamot, pink pepper, rosemary, rose (dark rose), cardamom, oud, cedar wood, leather, amber and patchouli.

Perfumes he might like:

Tuscan Leather - Tom Ford

Royal Oud - Creed

Interlude Man - Amouage

Leather Oud - Dior

Oud Immortel - Byredo

1 Million Privé - Paco Rabanne

Cuir Ottoman - Parfum Empire

French Leather - Memo Paris - His favourite, for the motherland.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

A prodigy who began composing at the age of five. A man who lives and breathes music (but don’t ask him to draw or paint). He is distant and abrasive, yet it seems our ‘pookie’ has a sensitive heart beneath his iron mask. He is also very straightforward, like Napoleon, but in a ‘tsundere’ way. Above all, he is a perfectionist, and dealing with him is certainly a challenge, though all challenges have their rewards. One thing about Mozart that doesn’t sit right with me is that he’s not a “Vieja chismosa” or “gossiping old lady”, so maybe he’s not as perfect as he thinks… He needs a fragrance that reflects his drive for perfection, elegance, and, at the same time, the vulnerability hidden behind his cold facade. He requires fresh, sharp notes—bright and noticeable, but in an orderly and precise manner. In contrast, he also needs something more floral and powdery, soft and clean, to create that contrast between a cold and distant appearance and his sensitive heart. All of this should rest on a woody, musky base to provide structure and stability, echoing his need for perfection and order.

Notes: Lemon, bergamot, pink pepper, orange blossom, jasmine, iris, violet, vetiver, white musk and sandalwood.

Perfumes he might like:

Allure Homme Édition Blanche - Chanel

Homme - Dior

Colonia Essenza - Acqua di Parma

Terre d'Hermès Eau Très Fraîche - Hermès

Infusion d’Iris - Prada - His favourite, elegant, clean and solid, just like him, perfect.

L'Eau - Serge Lutens

Vetiver Extraordinaire - Frédéric Malle

L’Air du Temps - Nina Ricci

Jean d'Arc

The Beautiful Heretic. A soldier who served in the Hundred Years' War. Jean's listless and emotionless eyes, paired with his stoic expression, contrast with his ethereal beauty. A kind-hearted, strong man who believes he deserves no happiness. I don’t know about you, but when I think of him, the image of a lily comes to mind. He truly looks ethereal, almost embodying a decadent and sorrowful beauty. He also reminds me of a stray cat, a lost child who just wants someone he can trust, and to feel loved and accepted. Like Mozart, he is a tsundere, but in a softer and sadder way. His scent needs to reflect both his ethereal appearance and the deep sadness within, along with his heretical nature and his duality between purity and impurity. He is our androgynous king, and although he despises it when people point out that aspect of him, he secretly loves and embraces it by wearing unisex and feminine fragrances. All of his perfumes are gifted by Le Comte, since he wants his child to smell amazing.

Notes: Incense, lily, lily of the valley, juniper, sage, myrrh, rose, violet, talc, oud, leather and musk.

Perfumes he might like:

La Religieuse - Serge Lutens - His favourite, Mozart always compliments him when he’s wearing it.

Avignon - Comme des Garçons

Honour Man - Amouage

L'Ombre Dans L'Eau - Diptyque

Oud Fleur - Tom Ford

Encens Chembur - Byredo

Black Afgano - Nasomatto

L’Eau Trois - Diptyque

Encre Noir - Lalique

Isaac Newton

The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing. It is said that he deeply resents being associated with apples, and Dazai and Arthur know that very well. But does that stop them from teasing our poor Newt? No. Would it stop me? Also no. Our apple boy will never be able to separate himself from apples, but I know he secretly likes it, hehe. A little awkward, and always the contrarian. It’s also known that Isaac has a different "meal time" rule than the other residents, but why? Is there a reason behind that? Surely there is. Is it a dark and scary secret? Not impossible. Is he autistic with obsessive-compulsive tendencies? Maybe, probably. Would that stop me from loving him? Absolutely not, because, boy, same. Now, I’m going to say something that might surprise you, but his scent definitely has apple notes, I'm 100% sure of it lol. In a more serious way, I'm also sensing some fresh herbal notes and spices, all layered over a darker base with earthy and animalic tones.

Notes: Cedarwood, cardamom, fig leaves, red apple, green apple, ginger, tonka bean, vetiver, amber and musk.

Perfumes he might like:

Apple Brandy - By Kilian - His favourite. Vincent gifted him this perfume, he thought it was cute because of the name, since he allegedly hates apples and can’t tolerate alcohol. Spoiler, the perfume doesn't even have apple notes nor liqueur notes.

English Pear & Freesia - Jo Malone

Enigma - Roja Parfums

Vétiver Fatal - Atelier Cologne

Layton - Parfums de Marly

Sartorial - Penhaligon's

Pulp - Byredo

English Oak & Redcurrant - Jo Malone

The entire set of Nina Ricci perfumes (the apple shaped ones) - Gifted in a mocking and teasing way by Arthur and Dazai.

I know this part has been too short compared to the ones i've already made from ikeprince and ikevillains, but, as I said before, in ikevamp there are so many characters with such complex, strong and unique personalities. But don't worry, this is not the end my dears, we will see again in the next part!!!!!!! Au revoir, mes chéris.

[writingchalamet]

History and drama part 2

A/n: I couldn’t help but write a part two because I loved the first one so much…sue me…

Warning: smut, curse words, fluff, angst, ROSS BECAUSE HE IS A WARNING ⚠️

Ross’s doorbell rings Friday night 8pm sharp and he can’t contain his excitement as he rushes towards the front door. He had styled his hair in his usual low man bun, wearing a soft oversized button down with a pair of slacks, he had made sure to take his time to carefully groom himself making sure he looked presentable for you, even though he could wear a bin bag and you’d still find him hot. He opened the door to see the most beautiful sight he had laid his eyes upon. There you stood, hair pulled up into a ponytail with two strands framing your face, and a silk slip dress with lace detailing, the slit in the side laying perfectly against the plump skin of your thighs. You held a bouquet of flowers in your arms, bright colours bursting out their paper encasing. His heart skipped several beats as he stared at you. “You look beautiful, come in” He opens his door more for you to step inside, taking you in his arms, leaning down to entrap your lips in a breathtaking kiss, you pull apart and smile brightly, handing him the carnation of flowers. “These are for you, my best friend is a florist, so I get to take advantage of her skills” Placing the bundle in his arms gently, he admires them and brings them to his nose to smell. He can tell they were fresh, the sensibility making his lips curl. “No one has ever bought me flowers before, thank you” you smile, enjoying the fact that you would be a first of his for something, even if it was something small.

You follow him through his home into the kitchen where he finds a vase, telling you how his mother had given it to him in the hopes he would have a girl move in to buy flowers for, and it’s the first time the vase would be used in his home. You laugh, taking in the warming environment of his house, the colours of the walls painted soft muted greens, very calming, he also had lots of books, but unlike your play writes and novels most of his collection were non-fiction and history pieces. You could tell he enjoyed his craft. His house was neat and clean, you can tell it’s not just because of your company, he has always been very pristine, well-groomed hair, nice skin, thought out outfits that were always perfectly ironed. He places the flowers in the vase, careful not to disturb their arrangement. You admire the joy in his eyes as he fluffs them out. “There…” He finishes displaying the flowers, taking the newly filled vase, and placing it on the dining table, where he had placed a few candles, ready for your meal. “It smells amazing in here Ross; I didn’t know you could cook?” you exclaim excitedly, examining the food cooking on the hob. “Well, I did ask you here for dinner so, I must deliver” he smiles watching you trail to the oven your homely instincts already kicking in, you pick up the wooden spoon and stir looking inside the dish nearly fainting at the heavenly sight, if it tasted as good as it looked you would marry the man right here on the spot, Ross comes to stand behind you one hand resting around your waist holding your stomach, your back pressing against his front. The other hand taking the spoon from your hand scooping up some of the sauce bringing it to your lips, you blow on it before taking it into your mouth, moaning at the taste, your head lulling backwards hitting his chest, your eyes roll back into your head, Ross enjoying the moment. “It’s Tuscan chicken casserole, it is ready I’m just waiting for the bread to warm up” you spin in his arms eyes wide, “There’s bread too?! Ross, I think I’m ready to become Mrs Macdonald now” you joke, his eyes crease with laughter, “If I knew all it took to impress you so much was baguette, I would have brought you one long ago” his hand cups your cheek as he leans down and peppers kisses across your face, putting a bright smile on your face.

You ate dinner peacefully, Fleetwood mac playing in the background, the candles lighting the room in a soft glow, your heart was thumping in your chest the entire time, at the thought he had put behind the date, no man had ever made you feel this way. You finished your meal, and you took the plates away insisting on washing up, he protested and joined you at the sink, no matter how much you scorned him. Washing the plates and cooking utensils passing them to him to dry up and put away, you found yourself slipping into the domestic bliss you so craved to share with him. Once the washing up was complete you follow the man into his living room, the music carrying through into the next room, the room was lit by the warm glow of the lamp on his coffee table next to his sofa. He grabbed the pair of you a drink each before settling down on the sofa, His body language open and inviting, you slipped down next to him, tucking your legs underneath themselves, folding yourself into his touch, his fingers play with the ends of your hair while you get yourself comfortable.

“So how was your week, any troubles with Alison?” He smirks at you; you simply roll your eyes taking a sip of your drink. “No thankfully. She just sort of snickers whenever I see her in my lessons, I know she will have told half her year group by now, but I honestly don’t care, it’s more of the same rumours that have been flying around since we first met” you smile and lean into him when he blushes at your last comment. The pair of you had been pining after one another for so long and neither of you don’t know why you haven’t just gone for it. “I just know that Matty and George are gonna have a field day when they hear that we were caught” Ross laughs again, his fingers trailing along your neckline and shoulder as you speak sending chills down your spine. “Kiss me” his words are all the invite you need, your lips crashing into his. You had shared the odd sneaky kiss around school in one another’s offices when no one was looking, but you had longed for his touch properly since last week. He nudges you backwards so you’re lying backwards on the sofa, taking his place in between your legs, holding himself up hovering just above you, your legs wrap themselves around his waist like a koala coiling him closer towards you, he sniggers at your neediness, leaning back down to kiss you. Your lips moving together in perfect sync, his tongue slithered into your mouth earning a gasp from you, fighting a loosing battle for dominance. Ross’s hands grip at your waist, your dress bunching up at your sides as he claws at the fabric to get to your skin. You have come to find that fleshy area joining your hips to your legs was his favourite thing to grab in the entire world. The skin feeling so soft and squashy in his hands. You moan breathlessly as he grinds his hips against your covered entrance. One of your hands move from his shoulder to his hair, pulling it out of his man bun, letting it fall into his face, he moans as you tug the hair at the root roughly, and he gives your hip a spank in response. You pull back and bite your lip looking him dead in the eye, “fuck me, please” no hesitation in your voice this time, compared to your shy disposition the last time. Those are the only words he needs to hear, unclasping his trousers, pulling them along with his boxers down low enough to release him from his prison. You shimmy yourself out of your underwear throwing them somewhere in the living room. He spits in his hand and smooths it across the tip of his dick before burying himself within your walls.

You straggle out a moan of his name as he slams himself back and forth, setting an unmatched pace, you somehow felt him deeper than ever before, your legs clinging to him for dear life, he was hitting a spot that had never been reached before, he took your small hand in his and pressed against your stomach, feeling him hitting the walls inside you knocked the air out of your lungs. “You’re my special girl, you know that right?” You nod and reattach your lips, his hand weaves up your dress and palms your breast, the silk fabric of your dress clinging to your chest with the heat rising between the two of you. You moan into his mouth as he delivers a hard squeeze, a firm thrust following the action. The scene was hot and heavy, unlike the slow romantic time before, this time you both felt a sense of urgency, hardly touching throughout the week had gone to his head and he had to have you, he didn’t care how needy he seemed. “Ross – harder!” Your words muffled into his mouth as he continued to press hot wet kisses to yours. He pulled out, untangling your limbs from around him, flipping you roughly onto your front and raised your arse up to meet his hips, he definitely appreciated the site, and the squeal you let out when he slapped and grabbed at the flesh harshly, without a second to think, he shoved himself back inside of you, the new angle hitting every ridge as his cock slid back in, he gave you two warning thrusts before absolutely annihilating you. You scream and gasp, biting onto your hand in front of you as he continually slams himself in and out, his grunts and moans above you are obscene, he holds onto your hips tightly as he pounds away, your screams only spurring him on more. One of his hands wound themselves into your hair, gripping at the ponytail, pulling back on it harshly so you are now sat up with your back against him, the hand travels around your neck and clasps a hold, choaking you, your head falls back onto his shoulder as he fucks you, your hand joins his, gripping around the wrist and digging your nails into his hand each time he choaks or hits that special spot inside of you. He cranes his neck round to kiss you, swallowing more of your moans, his thrusts become faster and deeper than ever before, he feels you begin to tighten around him, knowing what’s to come, his hand leaves your hip and holds you flush against him, rubbing circles on your clit, your eyes roll into the back of your head out of pleasure and you feel yourself spasming around him, “That’s a good girl, let go for me” he whispers in your ear as he continues to fuck you through another mind blowing orgasm, you swear they will never be the same without him. You feel him throb inside you and soon enough he stills, filling you full of his load, he gives you one final thrust before pulling out, leaving you with the thick and warm juices spilling from inside you, He bites his lip and groans as he watches the mess spill back out of your entrance, the sight enough to make him ready for another round. He turns you around onto your back once more and leaves the room, coming back with a ‘merry Christmas’ tea towel which makes you laugh. He smiles and leans in for a kiss before wiping you clean throwing the tea towel on the floor.

“Well Miss S/n, I think we’ve out done ourselves”

Several weeks had gone by and yourself and Ross had been on many dates. The pair of you enjoying each others company to the fullest, you had managed to squeeze in at least 2 dates a week, as well as not being able to keep your hands off each other when you were alone in one another’s offices. Today was no different, you were just prepping for your year 10 class about to come in when familiar arms incased round your waist and spun you round your studio, you let out a little scream and a giggle until your feet touched the ground again. Spinning in his arms to face the beautiful man, “hello sweetheart” he places a delicate kiss on your lips, arms wrapped snugly around you, hands resting on your bum, “hey, that was a nice surprise, I’ve missed you today” you peck him again and he chuckles, “you saw me two hours ago” and you sigh throwing your head back dramatically “I know but my heart yearns for you!” You both laugh and step away from each others embrace as you hear the warning bell, signally the children will be here any moment. “I have a free period and I was wondering if you would mind if I sit in and watch your lesson, just for fun” your smile only brightens, the thought that he couldn’t be away from you during his free period, even if your attention wasn’t going o be on him made your heart twitch. “Yeah of course, just don’t look at me like I’m a mad woman because we’re studying ‘the metamorphosis’ and Brecht’s physicality, so when I’m hanging upside down pretending to be a beetle please don’t stop fancying me” you stare at him dead in the eyes and search his soul, he only laughs and leans forward placing a peck on your forehead. He takes a seat on the side of the studio and watches as your students pour through the door. Most of them with confused looks as to why a history teacher was sitting in their lesson.

The students put their bags to the side, and come to the centre of the room, “okay class, so you’ve probably already seen that we have a visitor today, Mr Macdonald is a big Metamorphosis fan and wanted to see what you guys have been working on, I’ll give you twenty minutes to get back into your groups from last week and go over the scene you were given, then we will sit and watch each group’s performance okay?” You clap your hands together and the kids all nod back to you, “You are all free to use the boxes, climbing apparatus and matts, just go into the props room to bring them out!” The students all break off into their groups, some going into the props room bringing out the large black boxes and climbing frames to use for their pieces.

You loved seeing your students so enthusiastic about their work, it reminded you of being in school and drama being your favourite lesson. You walk around the studio stopping to help some students when they ask, not noticing the big grin on Ross’s face as he watches you teach. He watches you reassure your kids they are doing a good job, and show them how to use the equipment safely, he loves watching you in your element. You were showing one student that had asked about physical movement during the metamorphosis scene, and Ross watched as you quite literally got on the floor and contorted your body in ways he did know you could, the action making him feel rather ravenous. You stood again and guided the student’s movements unintentionally bending with them out of habit. You see Ross from the corner of your eye cross his leg over and smirk to yourself. After taking another lap around the room and seeing the kids were getting on okay you plop yourself down next to Ross, legs brushing against each other. “Hey” you smile at him. “You’re so good at what you do” the sudden compliment strikes through your heart, you bite your lip to hide the fact that you want to smile ear to ear. “Thank you, I happen to think you’re pretty good too” you nudge his shoulder with your own. “The kids all love you, I’ve never seen students behave so well for a class before, I don’t think I’ve ever heard your raise your voice once at any of your students” you giggle and put your head down “you should see one of my year 8 classes, they’re awful, I’m screaming at them all time, you’re just in the right class, these guys are lovely because they actually want to be here, and there is a group of boys in my year 8 class who know exactly what buttons to push to send me over the edge” you shake your head at the thought of the dreadful class. You hated the students that just came into your lessons to mess around, after you spend so many gruelling hours planning lessons having little to no free time to yourself, they seem to want to come in and make your life miserable. “Hey, these kids are the ones that count right, you got that teaching award last year for a reason, and it’s the students that vote, so you’re clearly doing something right” you smile at the fact that he remembers that you had won. You wanted so badly to kiss him, to touch him, anything but you couldn’t, you had to hold out.

“Okay class, come and sit down and we’ll pick groups to perform, does anyone want to go first?” One groups hands shoot right up, the group of the student who you were helping with the transformation scene, you were excited, you loved watching your students work. The rest of the students came to sit down as the group set up their stage. They performed the scene and the look on Ross’s face was telling enough, these kids were talented and they had you to thank for the extra push. You all clap your hands at the end of the scene and give each student a well done calling up the next group. “They’re all so good, they’re such a credit to you” Ross whispers into your ear as you watch the next few performances. The smile on your face and the proud feeling in your stomach made you live for moments like this. The lesson draws to a close and as the students leave some kids come over to hug you before leaving the studio, thanking you for your help, he sentiment warming Ross heart.

He walks over to you as the last student leaves the studio and wraps his arm around you once more. “That was such a good lesson, I thoroughly enjoyed it, thank you for letting me sit in” you smile turning to kiss the man “you can join in next time” you wink at him, earning a hearty laugh from him at the thought of him jumping around with the students. “Well I have to get back for my last lesson of the day, thank you again for letting me sit in, you did great, I love you” he kisses your lips and the words had left his mouth before he could even comprehend what he was saying. Your jaw practically hit the ground, you stood there astounded unable to speak or stutter even. His eyes went wide as he realised what he had done, his hand scratched the back of his neck as he looked at your shocked and confused face, “I uh- I have to go” he left you there, mouth swinging, heart pounding and eyes glassing over. He loves you.

Ross had been avoiding you since the whole ‘I love you’ ordeal. Whenever you saw him in the staff room he would gather his things and rush off claiming ‘he was busy’ if you went by his office he would say he was ‘needed somewhere’ and it made you want to staple the man to the spot so you could tell him how you really feel. You’re hoping today would be different though, it was Matty’s birthday, and a group of you, Ross included were going out tonight for dinner and drinks to celebrate. You were in your house getting ready for the night deciding on wearing something daring to catch a certain someone’s eyes.

Adam picks you up from your house driving you to the restaurant where you meet the rest of your friends, there was a large table of about 20 of you, Ross already sat down laughing with some co workers, his eyes bulge out of his head as he glanced your way. You walk straight up to Matty leaning down to give him a kiss and hug, his face lit up at your presence asking you to sit down next to him and George. Ross sits opposite from you and gives you an awkward nod. Adam comes to take the vacant seat next to you and you immerse yourself back into conversation with him about your week and jokingly implying you were ready to quit after the day you had, when an English teacher sat next to Ross pipes up, “yeah I heard about the fight between those two sixth formers down the music corridor, apparently it was really bad, well done for breaking it up Y/n!” At the sound of your name and the mention of a fight Ross’s head perked up, he hadn’t heard anything about a fight at work today.

Matty jumps into the conversation “oh my god it was brilliant, the two lads were proper swinging on each other and she just jumped straight in between them, nearly took a hit too! Little pocket rocket!” Matty laughs and you shake your head sipping your drink “yeah no thanks to you lot, all just stood shouting at them from your classroom doors! Someone had to get in there and break them up!” George laughs and throws his head back! “Are you kidding you’ve seen that kid Jack right?! He’s like 6’7 I’m not getting in the way of one of those punches!” Ross sat in his chair anger bubbling up inside him like a volcano, all these people just stood and watched while you willingly threw yourself, over a foot and a half shorter than, someone throwing punches. “And none of you thought to help her?” The anger in Ross’s voice was clear, the smiles dropping from everyone’s faces in an instant. “What if she had gotten hurt, would you have just stood and watched then!?” You watched as he clenched his fist, eyebrows furrowed, clearly angry at Matty and George for not ‘defending your honour’. “I was fine Ross, nothing happened, they calmed down as soon as I split them up” your hand reached across the table and took his hand in your own, it soothed him instantly, feeling your soft skin brush against his. “You two are so wet for each other it’s disgusting” Matty interrupts your moment and you roll your eyes taking your hand away from Ross’s picking up your drink once more. You all eat then move onto a pub, a large number of the group filter out wishing Matty a happy birthday as they leave. Ross still hadn’t spoken to you apart from the scene at the table, but now most the faculty had left, he had less places to hide. You sat with George while Ross and Matty were at the bar with Adam and a couple of friends ordering some drinks, Matty flirting with the barmaid. “What’s going on with you and the history buff then?” George nudges you making you look his way. You let out a sigh before talking “you have to talk to each other to have something going on George “ you allow a shallow laugh to leave your lips. Picking at your nails, George could tell you were upset. “I thought it was going well? You no longer in the honeymoon period?” You just raise your eyebrows and shrug not really knowing how to respond. “He told me he loved me the other day, then ran away and has been avoiding me ever since, every time I walk into a room he storms out” you shake your head at the thought that he didn’t really mean his words. “What that’s massive! I’m sure he does mean it, he’s probably just afraid of what you’re gonna say back” he nudges you once more raising his brows in a quizzical manner. “Well he actually has to talk to me to get his answer, I’m not that scary am I?” You joke. “I dunno… scary enough to jump in between two huge guys almost twice your size having a fight” you laugh, and lean your head on his shoulder. Matty and the others walk over carrying a tray filled with pints and shots… This was going to be fun.

Matty wedged himself next to you, Ross, Adam and the others sitting on the other side of the table, “alright guys, shot time” Matty passes you each two shots from his tray, handing out lime slices and packets of salt, you all get ready do your shots on the count of three, grimacing as the liquor burns your throat. Ross watched your face closely as you took the slice of lime in between your teeth and sucked the juice out, joking with Matty when you both turn to each other with the rind in your mouths. George takes a photo of the two of you and it makes Ross’s heart burn at the sight of Matty pulling you into his lap, arms around your waist and head over your shoulder while you take photos together. Adam pulls a deck of cards out his pocket and suggests a game, Matty instantly voting for strip poker but you had to remind him you were in public, much to his dismay. You settled on shit head each taking turns to lay your cards out, each wanting to be the first to get rid of all your cards. The game went on for a while, George kept stitching Matty up making him pick up, which made you all laugh. Ross had won, and you came a close second which made you smile. You finished your drink and wandered over to the bar to buy another round when you felt an arm around your waist, an unfamiliar arm. You look to your left to see a tall, fairly handsome man stood beside you, he smiles at you “hey I was wondering if I could buy your drink for you?” His arm is unmoving, and even though he seemed nice, he wasn’t your cup of tea. “I’m actually buying a round for me and my friends-” you were cut off by the guy taking his card out of his wallet and placing it on the bar, “please I insist, I’ve been watching you all night, and I had to come say hello” the bartender takes the card and taps it before you can protest, you step back out of his grasp and watch as your drinks are made. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that” you say awkwardly. “Nonsense, any excuse to talk to a beautiful woman, so what brings you here tonight?” You try and be polite but the guy was giving you the creeps, the way his eye-line kept faltering to look at your chest and he kept leaning in close to you each time you made a move backwards. “Uh it’s my friends birthday..” you trail off, waiting as patiently for your drinks as possible so you could get the hell away from this creep, looking rather desperately at the barman, who clearly, wasn’t catching your hint. “So are you single?” Just then the strong familiar arms that feel like home, wrap around your waist and pull you into his chest, your back hitting firmly against him. “No she’s not.” You look up and see a very displeased Ross above you, you wrap your arm around his and give him a squeeze, letting him know you were alright. “Oh sorry man, I uh- I didn’t realise” the man scurried off into the busying crowd and was forgot in a second, you turned in Ross’s arms to look up at his face, leaning up to give him a peck, a meaningful one that held much behind it, your hand stroked his cheek and you smiled at him. “Thank you” he simply nodded his head and leaned back down for another kiss, missing the taste and softening touch of your lips these last few days. “I need to talk to you” you say, eyes boring into his, he looked worried, frightened almost, he opened his mouth to speak when the barman slid over all your drinks on a tray, “there you go miss, enjoy” you just smile muttering a thank you, taking the tray and walking back to the table.

“Here she is…player!! We saw you over there flirting away!” Matty yelling slurring his words, big smile on his chops, “yeah we’ll be grateful, my so called ‘flirting’ just got you lot a free round” you joke putting the tray down, they all cheer and take their drinks off, cheers-ing to you and your ‘flirting technique’ which Ross did not find funny at all. You sat at the edge of the table this time, Ross taking a seat at the head of the table so he was next to you. The animosity had mostly settled but you still had yet to speak properly. “Okay how about a game of truth or dare!” You all groan “Matty, we’re not 15!” You whinge “ahh but it is my birthday!” You all sigh and give in to the birthday boy. A few rounds go by, the group doing stupid dares like downing the dirty pint, Adam was dared to lick the bottom of George’s shoe, Matty had to try and get a free drink from someone in the bar, failing miserably, you had been dared to give the ‘birthday boy’ a lap dance, much to yours and Ross’s dismay. And now it was back to you again. “Truth” you say confidently as George asked the question “okay, tell Ross how you really feel about him” the table goes silent, and everyone has wide eyes looking between you and Ross in anticipation. You give George a look of disbelief before turning and facing Ross fully giving him your attention, you take his hand in yours and lean close to him to give the pair of you some privacy, as if it were at all possible! “Ross, ever since I first met you I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, you make me smile just by walking into the room, I love the way your eyes crinkle every time you smile, and the little freckle you have on your forehead, I love how kind and genuine you are, and caring of others, I have been absolutely enamoured with you since you first said hello to me, I hate it when we’re apart, it makes me feel like I’m missing a limb, I want you all the time, forever… I love you Ross, I’ve been in love with you for ages” you were looking down at your hands towards the end of your unintentionally longwinded speech, not wanting to meet his eyes. His fingers leave yours and touch your chin lightly tilting your head up to meet his eye-line, for just a moment the entire world melted away and it was just the two of you. “You really mean all of that?” His eyes were glassy the finger under your chin was stroking soft comforting strokes, you just nodded and pulled him towards you for a kiss, your lips melting together, you let your fingers travel into his hair out of instinct, he pulls you forwards so you are sitting in his lap and hear the others in uproar at the table. “Woah woah Ross! Put her down!” - “get your tongue out her throat!” - “no one needs to see that!” The boys all chime in together, words crossing over each other. Without pulling away you stick your middle finger up at them behind you. You pull away and smile at Ross, caressing his cheek, fingers moving to smooth over his beard. “I love you” you whisper to him, his hand squeezes your waist “I love you” he leans in to place another peck on your lips, you had never felt so content in your life.

You had gone official with Ross, feeling like one of the teenagers you teach, all lovestruck and doe eyed. It was the end of another week and you were walking up to Ross’s classroom ready to go home, Ross was leading a study group in his classroom, walking round the room occasionally leaning down to help students with their work, you lean on the doorframe watching as the students finish up their work, smiling seeing them so enthralled in their work, you were holding your bag and folders ready for the day to end when Ross noticed you. “Hey come in, we’re nearly finished” he nods for you to come over, you step into the room smiling at the students as some of them look up at you, you walk over to his desk and perch on the edge, Ross surprising you by coming and sitting right next to you. Some students in the very front row eye the two of you as Ross nudges you affectionately and stares at you a little too long. The clock struck 4:30 and Ross dismissed the class, once the last student had left you were in his arms. “I’ve missed you” he peppers kisses across your face and down your neck, you giggle leaning up on your tippy toes to reach his lips, you hum as his hands smooth over your back and cheekily grab a hold of your bum. You pull away from the kiss staring into his eyes seeing that all familiar glimmer in them, “I’ve missed you more, what do you want for dinner tonight?” You step away from him and help collect his things from his desk. “I was just gonna cook something simple like stir fry? Sound good?” He replies, taking your hand in his as you leave his classroom and make your way down the hallway together. “Sounds amazing, your place of mine?” You pass the other history teachers in their office and say goodnight to them wishing them a good weekend. “I don’t care who’s house we go to, as long as I get my dessert afterwards I’m happy” Ross winks at you and tugs you down the corridor a little faster with a newfound spring in your steps. You giggle as he leads the way to his car, seemingly driving in autopilot to your house, which was his new favourite destination. Where you carried out an evening of food, wine, sex and lots of laughter.

[greymoonfeelings]

flufftober day 20: bedtime stories

pairing: hangster x fem!reader

word count: 980

warnings: poly relationship, kissing

•••

You kick off your shoes at the entryway, not bothering to check where they land. You’re too tired to put your things away where they belong and while you know you’ll regret that tomorrow morning when you’re anxiously searching for your keys, you can’t bring yourself to care right now.

“Sweets, is that you? You’re home late.” Your boyfriend, Jake, calls from the kitchen.

“No, it’s a robber and I’m here to rob you.”

“That’s a shame. If you were my girlfriend I was going to offer you some pasta, but if you’re a robber I’ll have to knock you out.”

“I think you’re girlfriend would appreciate a nice knockout too. Take me away from this cruel cruel world.” You answer back, heading towards the room where his voice was coming from.

“Would you like to talk about it?”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

You shake your head. “I just want to forget about it for now.”

“Let’s see if I can help you with that, baby.”

“Where’s B?”

“Planning his lesson for tomorrow, he’ll be home soon. Why don’t you sit on the couch and relax while I finish the food.”

You obey, shuffling over to the worn brown couch. You flip through the channels on the tv before landing on the 31 days of Halloween program. The movie of the hour: Beetlejuice. Not before long, Jake comes over with two bowls of his “famous” Tuscan chicken pasta. It was his famous dish simply because it was the only thing he could make without burning the house down, cooking was more of Bradley’s forte.

“Here you go, princess.” Jake hands you a bowl, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before taking a seat next to you. The two of you sit, enjoying the movie with dinner as you wait for your other partner to come home.

A half-hour later, Bradley finally arrives home, yelling down the hallway to make his presence known. He enters the living room to find you and Jake cuddled up on the couch. You’re sitting on his lap with your head in his neck and his strong arms wrapped around your waist.

“Hey, babe. There's some pasta left if you haven’t eaten. We’re watching Beetlejuice.”

Bradley nods in acknowledgment, but his focus is on your sad demeanor. You’re looking up at his with soft eyes, the kind that say “wrap me up in your arms and take me away forever”.

“What’s wrong pretty girl?” His voice is soft as he comes to caress your cheek.

“Bad day,” you shrug.

“Can I get you anything?”

“Some ice cream?” You look up at hopefully.

He gives you a loving smile, “Anything for my girl.”

Bradley returns with a bowl of your favorite ice cream, topped with everything you love. He feeds it to you as if you were incapable of doing it for yourself, but it's his way of taking care of you.

“Gimmie some.” Jake holds his mouth open waiting for his boyfriend to spoon him some.

“No, it’s not for you.”

“You don’t mind if I have some, do you, sugar?” You shake your head. “See?”

Bradley rolls his eyes before shoveling some into his boyfriend’s mouth, making sure to smear some all over his chin unbeknownst to Jake. You laugh out loud causing Bradley to share a smile with you.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“You’re lucky you’re pretty, Jakey.” You mutter before wiping his chin with your thumb and licking it clean.

The three of you finish the movie and decide it’s time to get ready for bed. Jake carries you to the bedroom, helping you into your pajamas, a tank top and a pair of fuzzy bottoms with llamas on them. You move to the bathroom to brush your teeth alongside Bradley. He wraps you in his arms, watching you in the mirror with a loving expression on his face. When you’re finished, he carries you out and playfully throws you onto the bed.

Bradley picks up Pride and Prejudice off the nightstand, recently you’ve been reading books together as a way to wind down before bed. He joins you in the bed, propping himself up against the headboard.

“Are you feeling any better, pretty girl?”

You smile up at him, “Always when I’m with you.”

Your boyfriend kisses you. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.”

“Hey! Where’s my love?” Jake pouts as he climbs into bed on the other side of you.

You turn to give your other boyfriend a sweet peck on the lips. “I love you, Jake.”

“Damn straight, baby girl.” Your boyfriend pulls you back in for a deeper kiss.

“I love you, Jakey.” Bradley teases, puckering his lips dramatically for his boyfriend.

“Fuck off, Bradshaw.” Jake grabs his boyfriend by the neck, pulling him in for a loving kiss. Bradley hums in satisfaction, knowing that his usual tricks of getting on Jake’s nerves still have the desired effect even after a year of dating.

You settle against Bradley’s chest again, getting comfortable between the two men. Jake’s nose presses into the grey cotton of his boyfriend’s t-shirt, inhaling the fresh scent of laundry detergent. He presses a soft kiss on Bradley’s shoulder before laying his head on it.

Bradley’s deep voice flows through the room, reading Pride and Prejudice aloud to his lovers. Jake rubs your back, soothing you after your long day. As you drift to sleep you can’t help but be filled with warmth and love. These two men cared for you so much and being with them made all of your troubles melt away. With them by your side, you knew you could make it through anything.

[cloggedarteri]

♡imagine the auditore kids sitting around the villa bored out of their minds unable to come to an agreement on what to do with their day. there are sure to be chores around the house — cupboards that need organizing, bookcases and shelves that need dusting, floors that need cleaning — but neither of the siblings is particularly interested in doing that kind of work. despite their boredom, they aren't particularly interested in doing anything and, as the kids watch their father stroll along the vineyard the two try to throw out ideas, "wanna throw some rocks," marcello suggests. "see how far we can skip em, maybe." "lake is too far," flavia says. "don't feel like carrying you when you get tired" "could find some glasses...see who has the better aim"  "no...we already got in trouble for hitting bottles"  "you got in trouble for hitting a window" "but it was your fault for putting the bottle so close so you're partly to blame" "not my fault you're blind" "i hate you"

♡the auditore kids who silently despair the eventual loss of their free day before being drawn to the screeching of an eagle perched on their villa roof...now thats an idea. "you see what im seeing sorella?" "yea...GO!"

♡the auditore kids who take their competitions incredibly seriously. these two are willing to trip and scratch and pull at one another as needed to win but have come to the agreement that anything is fair game as long as they don't kill each other. the two siblings scramble to the barrels, to the windowsill and shutters, to the handing flower pots, trying to grab onto anything that could give them purchase. the two are so incredibly close but flavia manages to be a second faster than her brother and once atop the roof the siblings see that where there used to be the eagle lays a single feather.

♡the auditore kids who upon getting closer to the feather hear a resonating hum and once pocketed are met with the vast and peaceful view of the Tuscan countryside. imagine this is the kid's first "synchronize" moment and the two just get lost in it all. but most mesmerizing of all was the sky.  ♡the auditore kids who are taken out of their daydreaming when they hear their father's voice calling out for them, the volume steadily growing more agitated the longer they do not answer his call. the two scurry to the edge of the roof and call back.  "WE'RE UP HERE PAPÀ!"  "WHY—HOW DID YOU TWO GET UP THERE?!"  "umm...WE CLIMBED?" "IS THAT A QUESTION?" "umm..." 

♡the auditore kids who move away from the roof's edge to coordinate their stories but when they take a quick glance back at ezio, he's long since moved from his still position next to the field and is instead found climbing his way up the roof. a fierce rush of panic flows through the two siblings, enough panic for them to forget that the man they're worried will fall off the house is the same that'd been bathed in the blood of numerous templar conspirators for 3 decades and is all too familiar with climbing. "NO PAPÀ GET DOWN!/YOU'RE GONNA FALL PAPÀ!" "i'll be fine. this is nothing"

♡ezio who finally makes it up to the roof with little (ok maybe a little) effort and takes a seat between his two children. now that panic has calmed it's time for answers, "why'd i catch you two up here?" "race!/feather!" "so you raced to the roof to catch a feather?" wordlessly the two nod in acknowledgment. "it's special!" "special...may I?"

♡ezio who handed this "special" feather and realized admittedly it was nothing special. its looked about the same as any other feather he'd picked up during his travels but as a dedicated father he's unwilling to kill the joy of his children so, yes. this is a special feather. and as he rolls the stem of the feather between his thumb and index finger he beginnings to reminisce. how could he ever forget the lengths he'd gone to collect these very same feathers to comfort his catatonic mother after the murder of half her family and even years after her recovery. how could he forget the lone chest that held the remaining feather he and claudia had shared between them in remembrance of their mother? yes, these feathers were special indeed.

♡the auditore kids who watch their fathers longing stare at the feather he twirls in his hand. "you could keep it if you want papà" offers flavia. "we can collect more for you" marcello says.

♡ezio who brings his children into his arms and smothers them with hugs and kisses because he has such intuitive, empathetic, kind kids and truly he wonders where he'd be without the family he'd made. they have no idea how sweet of a gesture it was to part with their feather. marcello tries to push away from him but as he keeps his hold on them they both sink into his body. "you two ready to go back inside? "can we watch the clouds a little longer? " of course...of course"

♡ezio who by the end of the day is complaining about a sore back because he knew damn well he shouldnt be climbing and jumping around but he refused to be shown up by his kids and now sophia has to listen to him complain (🥺i love ezio so much imma make him live forever)

[bullet-prooflove]

Okay girlie I’m back again❤️I just need a story for Manny Montana Omgg you really just relit my crushes on so many characters!

So my prompt is: #5- You are my sweetest downfall

Can’t wait to see how your talented hand bring this to life ✍🏾👏🏾

References to upcoming LakeTahoe! Series

It’s at the roller rink that Manny realises how perfectly you slot into his life in Yuma. You have hold of his daughter Melina’s hand as the two of you skate around the rink to the music overhead. The brightly coloured lights sweep across the floor as Melina laughs at something you say, and he feels a sense of peace in his heart.

You won’t be here forever; he knows it’s only a matter of time before you shoot off to your next destination. You’re gradually making a home here in Yuma but it’s in your nature to be nomadic, it’s a byproduct of your upbringing.

“She’s your downfall.” Hodda had told him last night back at the clubhouse. “You need a woman whose waiting for you to come home, not the other way around.”

Hodda’s the last of a dying breed. He'd been very disappointed to discover that the Crow Eaters down had moved on to Stockton. He’d been up visiting from Tuscan, fulfilling their final obligation to the pipeline before Yuma goes legit.

It’s ruffled a few feathers, the way that Manny’s doing business these days, but he doesn’t give a shit. Canche had left a mess behind after this death and Manny has spent the best part of a year cleaning it up. He’s turning his club into something better, following in Santo Padre’s footsteps.

“No.” Manny had told the other man, setting his beer down upon the surface of the table. “She’s my balance.”

He wasn’t living before he met you, not really. He’d had to become someone else when he’d stepped up and taken the presidency. The club had been falling apart, their finances were dire, morale was low. He’d had to harden himself, make tough decisions, he’d managed to turn it round, get them on the right track but it had cost him. He didn’t recognise the man in the mirror, he remembers his ex-wife Sam sitting down one night and telling him to take sometime away because she hadn’t seen him smile in months and it was starting to effect Melina.

That’s what the trip to Lake Tahoe had been about, spending some time with his daughter away from Yuma, getting to see some snow at Christmas. Then he’d met you and those three days you’d spent together had awoken something inside of him, he remembered what it was like to be adventurous, to have fun and enjoy the moment.

It’s been a few decades since he’s skated but as soon as he steps out onto the rink, it all rushes back to him at once. He’s rusty at first, his movements stilted but then Melina appears by his side, her hand slipping into his. He looks at you over the top of Melina’s head, he can’t help but reflect on how happy he is, and he knows that’s because of you.

If you are his downfall, you are most certainly the sweetest.

@darqchilddaydreamz @theesirenteller @wnbweasley @bonni-98 @skyesthebomb @delightfulbelieverwerewolf @redpool

[hometoursandotherstuff]

1925 Tuscan Manor in Pompton Lakes, New Jersey is a blank slate and ready for the new owner to put their own decorating stamp on. It has 5bd  4ba and is listed for $1.198M. 

Like the rounded entrance foyer. 

It leads into an open center hall where the rooms are visible thru wide doorless openings. 

For an older home, this is a pretty open floor plan and it gets lots of light. Lovely fireplace. 

Across the hall from the living room is the very spacious dining room. 

Off the dining room is a family room. 

Large modern kitchen is a real baker’s kitchen with 4 ovens and it looks like 2 dishwashers. Beautiful quartz counters and subway tile backsplash.

Look at this. More built-in appliances in the pantry. 

An office area has doors to a patio.

Look at this lovely patio. Very nice. 

What a pretty sun porch. Would make a perfect place for plants.

The upstairs landing is cheery and bright. 

The main bd. has a doors to a terrace.

And, so does this spacious bedroom. 

The bedrooms are all clean blank slates. 

Woah, look at the tile in here.

This smaller room would be a good home office or nursery.

And, this is another smaller bd. 

Nice mirrored double vanity in this bath, plus a black marble floor.

Down in the basement is a great bar and wine rack.

Plus a beautiful rec room. It has lots of shelving for their sports memorabilia, but it would be great for any collection display. 

Matching powder room.

Very large outdoor area with a putting green.

And, this is like a little pocket park. 

3 car garage. 

Beautiful property. 

https://www.coldwellbanker.com/nj/pompton-lakes/663-lincoln-ave/lid-P00800000GIFbH8Hj6nNEMQrxKaJ0X3hqLzKoMmr

[the-account-i-dont-talk-about]

Mating season (Chapter 1/29)

“Mr crabs?” SpongeBob asked cleaning the grills before opening “what is it me boy?” Mr krabs responded, scuttling into the kitchen. “ Do you know where Squidward is?” SpongeBob knew he hated this job, though he didn’t know why but he was never this late. “Oh he’s,” Mr Krabs seemed nervous “taking the day off!”. SpongeBob thought to himself, it sounded like squidward. Maybe he could visit him after work. It was fairly uneventful apart from the failed attempt to steal the secret formula from plankton. However SpongeBob was still thinking about Squidward. Now that he thought about it, Squidward always seemed to take more days off in spring. Maybe he uses the spring colors in his paintings. “SpongeBob me boy!” Mr Krabs snapped him back to reality. “We closed an hour ago go home! I ain’t paying for no overtime!” “Yes Mr Krabs!” How long was he daydreaming? Anyways he should head home, Gary won’t feed himself. When he got to his block he noticed something missing, the sound of clarinet. Now SpongeBob knew something was up, he had the day off all day there’s no way he would have missed the opportunity to practice! SpongeBob headed into his pineapple home to feed Gary before grabbing a flashlight to look for him. He started by checking Squidwards house, after all maybe he was just being paranoid and he went to bed early. He knocked on his door, hopefully he would answer. Nothing. The worry became heightened as he knocked again. Nothing. SpongeBob was panicking now, Squidward would have answered by now! SpongeBob lifted the doormat to grab the spare key and quickly unlocked the door! “Squidward!” SpongeBob shouted into the dark empty house. Nothing. The room looked like a Tuscan bull worm ran through it, paintings knocked off their walls, tables flipped. He ran to the bedroom, please be there. The room was trashed. The canopy of his bed busted through and the bunkie boards were caved in. It felt like the room was spinning. Where was Squidward? SpongeBob thought he was going to pass out. He rushed down the stairs and out the door! He felt as the water entering his lungs was evicted as soon as it arrived as he ran around bikini bottom! “Squidward!” He cried out into the night! He searched every corner, every nook, every cranny, and still no Squidward. His heart sank as it felt like the water around him disappeared. He looked everywhere, where else could he be? The jellyfish fields. It was a long shot but he didn’t know where else he could be. He ran back home to grab his net, he might aswell get some jelly fishing in if he was going there, might even keep him more level headed. As he trekked into the jellyfish fields the place felt different. Maybe because he never went here at night or because of his missing friend but the place felt bigger, scarier. He had been running all over bikini bottom, he had to be here. SpongeBob felt like his legs would give out any second when he found the cave. This was the last place he could be, so please be here. As he walked into the cave he felt a snap beneath his feet. Out of the darkness peered two yellow eyes with pupil filling the vast majority of them. “Excuse me, giant monster, have you seen my friend Squidward?” SpongeBob slurred as he spoke. “SpongeBob?” The giant creatures eyes blinked into small red rectangular pupils. The creature wasn’t a creature. As it emerged into the light he saw his friends head sitting on 8 arms and 2 tentacles. It was giant, but it was still Squidward. “Oh Squidward,” SpongeBob sighed, too tired to register his friends new size “you’re ok, that’s a relief.”. And with that all his energy was gone and he collapsed into a waiting tentacle.

[trulybetty]

oct' 15 x first wine

Prompt: first wine Pairing: sequins!joel miller x gn!reader Word Count: 885 Warnings: questionable outfit choices, lost luggage, wine drinking, joel being his sequins self (slightly ooc? who knows this is no outbreak joel) unbeta'd here and barely read through, playing fast and loose with actual season dates of wine production - mistakes are my own. Summary: first of all thanks to @rhoorl for inspiring this with this picture - so imagine that being your Joel on vacation in Tuscany, exploring wineries in celebration of Vino Novello

x. masterlist

The hotel suite was lush, two bedrooms and a spacious living room area with floor to ceiling windows that overlook the city. The Ponte Vecchio was framed through the windows so that when the sun hit the water in the late afternoon it framed the old brick bridge and the tourists that flock to it in a soft glow. You’d spent the night before on the balcony with a glass of wine, a blanket pulled from the bed wrapped around you as read your book, everyone else sleeping off jet lag. 

The historic hotel had an air of old worldly charm with modern amenities.

“Look, I love you. You know that right?” You bit your lip, “But I’d promise to do whatever it takes for you not to wear all of this ensemble all at once.” you pleased.

Joel held his arms out and looked down at his outfit, “What’s wrong with it?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“What’s right with it?” Sarah shouted from where she lay across the plush sofa where she was scrolling through her phone.

You had warned him several times to pack an outfit in the carryon, just in case you’d told him. It’ll be fine he replied, what could go wrong? Well somewhere between the stop over in New York and the flight to Rome, his suitcase had gone AWOL. Not the start you’d anticipated for this family vacation, an invitation to celebrate your parents anniversary alongside them.

At the airport dressed only in the t-shirt and sweats he’d travelled in for almost twenty hours you’d left him to his own devices to navigate the airports stores to see if he could find any clothes that would make do while you navigated putting a claim in for the missing luggage.

You hadn’t been prepared for what he’d brought back.

Joel gave a playful glare in Sarah's direction, adjusting the rim of his hat slightly. The ensemble, consisting of a plain white t-shirt (the concierge had arranged for a fast turnaround on the dry cleaning of the clothes he’d arrived in), vibrant green and blue patterned shorts, paired colourful striped socks (a gift from the past fathers day from Sarah) and the white runners he left the house in the day before.

“Dad, you look like a dad. Like, the epitome of a dad on vacation,” Sarah teased, her head now poking over the back of the sofa as she suppressed her laughter, hands over her mouth.

Joel mockingly pouted, “Well, I am a dad. And I am on vacation, so…”

The first wine of the season celebrations were underway. Harvest season started in August, and followed through until October. In Italy crowned as Vino Novello, it marked the end of the harvest and translated as young wine. Grapes that had been picked at the start of the harvest and fermented for twenty days before being bottled and sold, young wine.

Your parents had insisted that Sarah spend the day with them taking in as many tourist attractions as they could, and would be with them throughout the night, per their eager request. As snowbirds living much further away than Austin, they wanted to spend as much time as possible with their only grandchild, and Sarah was equally enthusiastic.

You’d barely been able to take in the vastness of the winery and its stone villas before a glass of wine had been offered. Both you and Joel had accepted, and with your arm in his, you meandered through the vineyard, feeling the soft earth beneath your shoes and the warmth of the Tuscan sun on your face.

By evening, the both of you were slightly tipsy, having tasted some of the finest wines the region had to offer. Somewhere through the afternoon, you had procured Joel’s hat which was now perched atop your head, slightly askew. The Tuscan sun painted the sky in hues of orange, pink, and deep purples as it began its descent, casting long shadows over the rolling hills.

Joel leaned in, his arm across the back of your chair, his breath hot on your ear and you could smell the sweetness of the white wine from dinner.

“I think I recall you saying something about doing whatever it takes for me not to wear this outfit again.”

You giggled, feeling light and carefree. “Did I say that?” You leaned into him, basking in the warmth of his presence.

Joel chuckled, his fingers trailing down your arm, “You did indeed promise darlin’.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, despite only having yourself to blame for the predicament you were presented with. However you laughed, taking another sip of your wine. It was a fruity red, and it left a warm sensation in your chest.

“How about this,” his voice husky in your ear, your knees feeling weak and thankful for being sat down, “I’ll take off one offending item for whatever it is it’ll take to get it off of me.”

You raised an eyebrow, while your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, “Is that your final offer Miller?”

He picked up his wine glass and settled back into his seat. His eyes darkened, and he leaned back in to make an amendment to cashing in on your promise. “Shorts will be the last to go.”

[spiteless-xo]

what do you think everyone in tbaw orders in their pizza ?

truly, i love you questions. they're always so cute and random but i love them hahaha

╰┈➤ what pizza they order - tbaw.

ft. eren, jean, reiner, connie&sasha. cw. none

⋙ connie springer & sasha braus.

(sorry these two are always one in the same to me)

these guys are ordering the super-loaded pizzas for sure!! like your deluxe, meat lovers, stuffed crust-type pizzas

they also order probably like four different dips because they love variety

⋙ eren jaeger.

eren is a simple pepperoni guy. maybe with some ranch dip if he's feeling crazy.

would probably order cheesy bread to share if he's getting pizza with a group of people, but if it's just him he's getting a good and simple pepperoni pizza. something easy that you can get at any pizza place and is always available at those "pizza lunch" days at the office.

(also is a child and doesn't eat his crust half the time)

⋙ jean kirstein.

god. he's ordering something fancy and pretentious for sure. he just can't be satisfied with a standard pepperoni or cheese or even deluxe.

i could see him leaning more toward a veggie-based pizza rather than something super meaty. like a pesto pizza with like sun-dried tomatoes and spinach and olives or like a mediterranean or tuscan pizza w olives and artichokes and feta

⋙ reiner braun.

i feel like he gets a plain cheese pizza and a side of like 18 hot wings. idk why but i don't really see reiner as a big pizza guy??

but this man would devour wings. he'd get the sauce all over his fingers and his face. he knows how to do the things where you twist the bone so all the meat comes off in one clean piece 💀

[spurgie-cousin]

The “after” looks like the “before” in those cleaning videos where someone smoked in the house for 40 years.

Or Jill had to make the decor as chaotic as possible to distract Jonathan from the ceiling boob lights

Yes lol absolutely, the yellow on yellow is very much giving my house when we first bought it from a family who smoked like, 5 packs a day inside with all of the windows shut 🙃. Which, just as an aside, I do not recommend a house like that as your first fixer-upper but neither of us were smokers or lived with any so we didn't know it would be so hard to get rid of.

Literally every "improvement" they made just aged the shit out of that space. The yellow just doesn't go with the cool-toned backsplash and deep red accented stuff in that kitchen in any way, and the rope lights around the cabinets look so harsh and out of place with the grandma-y decor, it's just a whole ass mess. A yellow wall (if they must have one) with the original white cabinets and a warm-toned backsplash would've made so much more sense, and then some fairy lights under the cabinets would've looked SOOO much better if they wanted a little string of lights under there. All of that would even have made the lacey kitchen drapes work better imo (which look so out of place otherwise).

And those tall fake plant arrangements Jill loves to cram in every corner of her house are so 90s tuscan-themed McMansion, they just are so dated and bad unforgivable to me lol I hate them. And there is NO reason for one to be in a kitchen!!

Idk Jill unfortunately passed down a lot of her aesthetic to Kaylee, I know a lot of people don't agree with me lol but I think Kaylee's taste is very much like Jill's even more than Nurie. So whatever floats her boat I guess, she has to live there not me.

[at-thestillpoint]

for the time for the urn ask game: 55, 69

[the "i'm old" asks]

55. Favorite high-effort meal that you make?

Most of my meals are low-effort, because I've really fallen off the meal prep train. I've been 1) ordering takeout during my last meeting of the day or 2) mixing fresh heirloom tomatoes, salt, and butter with pasta for dinner when I sign off work because it's invariably 7:30 and I am hungry.

I think my regular basis high-effort meal is a loaded salad of some form. It takes a lot of work to replicate anything off of sweetgreen's menu, especially if it involves the foresight to cook chicken and cleaning and chopping Tuscan kale. I've started prepping the kale on Sundays, and while that's a miserable hour, it does make for an easy veg to throw into above-mentioned pasta.

My favorite high-effort meal I've ever made (this has only ever happened once) was khao soi. I had it in Chiang Mai in December 2019, it blew my mind, and I couldn't stop thinking about it at some point early in the pandemic. What's a gal to do? Obviously, the answer is make a curry paste from scratch.

69. What are you looking forward to next week?

Olympics content has already taken over my entire TikTok feed, and I am HERE FOR IT. Bring on the abs and the stories of glory and redemption! I am inching closer to finishing the Olympics AU. I chose not to snooze my alarm an extra time this morning, and was rewarded with figuring out something I'd been stuck on and could not move past. That has lit in me a desire to keep writing. I also just bought some new pajama sets during the Lake summer sale, because that's what brings me joy these days.

But the thing I'm looking forward to that really proves my age is I'm headed out of town for a very good friend's baby shower next weekend.