#pazzi family

[therepublicofletters]

Exciting announcement from yours truly ... click here for the full CfP

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

[iheartpaigebueckers]

literally mothers and their child

[bigazzifuddfan]

OH MY GOSH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[uconnwbbcrashout]

p’s mom spending christmas eve with the fudds is just so special man 🥲 like they really are Locked In 🤞

[sforzesco]

ALSO a Pazzi woman married Braccio Martelli which makes me scream because Lorenzo CANONICALLY did SINS with said Braccio

shshdh I LOVE that phrasing so much

but also oh my god I knew about the Sins™️ but I didn’t know about Martelli’s marriage to a Pazzi….this is incredible, I am thinking thoughts, I need to turn this around in my head for a month minimum…..

also context for people who would like to know about Martelli and Lorenzo:

Magnifico: the Brilliant Life and Times of Lorenzo de' Medici, Miles J. Unger

[sapplejack]

Still mad 546 years later...

Every time I go back to read about the Pazzi Conspiracy, I can't help feeling so sad for both Lorenzo and Giuliano. Giuliano was an all around good guy, wasn't really involved in politics (maybe bc Lorenzo was worried he wouldn't be able to handle it), kind-hearted, and friendly to everyone around him. He didn't have to die in such a brutal way. Lorenzo, I can kind of understand why (don't support it tho), since most of the diplomacy and dealings were through/with him. But just imagine Lorenzo finding out that his little brother who was largely the most innocent of them, was the one killed; not him (even though, he, as the older sibling, should have protected Giuliano).

I can't imagine the survivor's guilt Lorenzo had after the whole thing. And don't get me started on how Giuliano's killers (his so-called "friends" Bernardo and Francesco) personally went to get him to come to church and even hugged/joked with him as friends do to check if he was wearing armor and to let his guard down. I mean, no shit, he thought you guys were his friends! The Medici must have known there were ppl who had a grudge against them, but Giuliano never judged those guys and still trusted them wtf

[angelscovee]

If the team did a blind deaf and mute challenge who do you think would be what?

the 3 people imma choose are paige, azzi, and their child ice 😛

for blind i'd choose paige, cause homegirl is already blind so she'll be fine, and so that she wont just stare at princess the whole time smh like yes i know shes beautiful paige but dayum at least hide your staring a bit

for mute i'd choose ice so that home girl wont start yapping and then get put on another ban 🥲☹️

and for deaf i'd choose princess so that she doesnt have to hear any yapping from paige or silent bickering from ice and so she can be relaxed and actually focus on the challenge 😁

[all-is-fair-in-love-and-war]

Francesco and Clarice were friends and you can't change my mind

Clarice helping with Francesco's marriage

Francesco being Piero's godfather

Francesco shutting down ANY violence towards Clarice

They were friends.

[onetrueartform]

TIL Bianca and Guglielmo went on to have SIXTEEN children. 16!!!

[therepublicofletters]

For curiosity’s sake: If you’re a student/academic/scholar of any sort (amateur, professional, what have you), reblog with what you work on in the tags 🌿

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

Person: Why do you keep comparing Lorenzo the Magnificent to Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift? Me:

[woodsteingirl]

it’s so annoying when you’re reading something and they tell back at you something someone supposedly did, and it reads as automatically suspicious but they don’t make any note of where it comes from.

[the-forgotten-lily]

Something about the Pazzi conspiracy never fails to rattle me. The way it was planned. The way they chose the church. The spot. The way the younger Medici was assassinated. It never fails to make me afraid of humans and the harsh reality.

Giuliano de Medici was too young to die. The way they were subjected to assassination.....in their own church...in the midst of a mass.....stabbed to death and yet left to live and suffer a slow painful drawn out death and then being discovered by the family and especially Lorenzo...

I think ghosts and spirits get a bad name and reputation in vain while the actual horror is done by mere mortal humans

Tintype of what appears to be a light-hearted spot of stabbing between friends, circa 1880

[sforzesco]

reading about cosimo de medici and rinaldo degli albizzi and it’s become a real Bite Each Other’s Dicks Off situation

[azzibuckets]

we make a good duo [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: some christmas day fluff written at 1 am for yall….and also a fic finally written from azzi’s perspective😪 | masterlist

Azzi wakes up smothered by blonde hair.

It shouldn’t be a surprise that Paige has somehow made her way on top of her in her sleep. Yet despite three years of dating and seven years of sharing beds together, she still marvels at how Paige can possibly make herself comfortable with her limbs all splayed out across Azzi’s body.

As if on cue, Paige burrows her head deeper into the crook of Azzi’s neck with a contented sigh. Azzi runs her fingers over her back for a moment, allowing her girlfriend a few seconds of rest before slowly starting to slide her body out from under the older girl without waking her.

Azzi’s unleashed her arms and is prepared to wriggle out her legs next when Paige hooks a leg over her body, pulling her in.

“Paige.”

Paige’s eyes remain tightly shut, but her fingers curl just a little bit tighter around Azzi’s waist.

“Dumbass, I know you’re awake.”

The corner of Paige’s lips turn upwards, and Azzi bites back a smile. “If you’re gonna try and pretend to be asleep, at least keep a straight face.”

Finally Paige opens her eyes, her smirk growing wider. “Oh hey,” she feigns a yawn. “Good morning.”

Azzi pushes Paige’s body, but the blonde stays stubborn in her koala grip around the younger girl’s body. “Get off me. I need to pee.”

“My girl’s so mean to me,” Paige grumbles, lying her head on Azzi’s chest. “Just want some morning cuddles.”

“It’s Christmas, Paige. I bet everyone’s already awake downstairs.”

“They’re still eating breakfast,” Paige says sleepily, eyes already fluttering shut again. She falls silent, her breathing evening out, and Azzi’s about to smack her awake when one of her eyes fly open. “But I could eat mine up here,” she says suggestively, her pupils darkening.

Azzi shakes her head in disbelief. “So fucking dirty,” she mutters, flicking her girlfriend on the forehead.

“Bruh, I’m joking,” Paige complains, exaggeratedly rubbing her temple in faux pain. “Just five more minutes, please?”

Azzi relents, slipping on her side so she can look down at Paige. The older girl looks almost irresistibly good right now, her hair mussed up, blue eyes half lidded and sleepy. Her shirt has ridden up to show a sliver of pale skin and the top of her boxers peeking out over her pajama pants. Smirking a little to herself, Azzi plants a hand on Paige’s waist, caressing the exposed skin of her stomach with her thumb.

Paige’s lips part a little, a breathy moan escaping, but her eyes don’t open. “Feels good.”

Azzi continues to rub circles with her thumb, her hand slowly dipping below her shirt and making her way up Paige’s tummy to her ribs, flirting with the lower hand of her sports bra.

“Fuck.” Paige grabs Azzi’s wrist. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Azzi’s hand immediately disappears from under her shirt. “Whoops.” She smiles innocently, giving Paige a kiss on her cheek before sitting up in bed. “We should get ready now.”

Like the fatass she is, Paige brushes her teeth quickly and doesn’t even bother to fix her hair or change her clothes before bounding down the stairs to eat breakfast. Azzi takes her time, carefully making the bed before slowly joining the rest of her family.

She can hear Paige and Jon arguing before she even makes it to the kitchen. “That’s mine!” Jon says, exasperation clear in his tone.

“You had thirty minutes to eat!” Paige shoots back.

“I didn’t know there were strawberries til now,” he complains. “At least give me one of them.”

Azzi walks in the room to see her brother and girlfriend death glaring at each other over an empty bowl on the counter. Paige’s plate is stacked with pancakes, whipped cream, and exactly four strawberries.

“Jon,” she chastises. “Don’t be annoying. Let our guest have the food.”

“Guest?” Jon grumbles. “Are people still guests when they’re here all the damn time?”

“Yes, they are,” Paige interjects. She turns to Azzi, her eyes brightening when she sees her. “Hey.”

“Paige, you don’t even like strawberries,” Azzi, ever the mediator, reminds her as she opens the fridge, searching for orange juice.

“Yeah, they’re for you.” Paige slides the plate over to her before starting to build her own.

“Baby,” Azzi says, dimples on display as she smiles down at her breakfast. “Thank you.”

“Az, can I have one?” Jon says hopefully, his fork already poised at her plate.

“Fuck off,” Azzi says.

“I thought this was the season of giving,” Jon grumbles before storming out of the room.

Paige laughs. She presses up against Azzi, kissing her temple. “We make a good duo.”

“Our brothers hate us.”

Azzi holds her breath for a second. She hadn’t meant to say that - Ours. But when your brother is her brother, when your families are so intertwined you almost forget that you’re not blood related, isn’t that the only way you can describe it? Ours?

But Paige doesn’t even hesitate. She gives Azzi a proper kiss on the mouth, tasting Crest and whipped cream and home. “They do,” she agrees.