#secondo me no

[omarfor-orchestra]

Ma secondo voi Sam Claflin si ricorda che ha fatto una serie Rai

[zibaldone-di-pensieri]

Esistono ancora altri blog italiani decenti e non porno che ancora non seguo? 🤔

[idettaglihere]

andranno mai via queste guance enormi?

[mini-nightmares]

GHESTIES TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT

ITS A HUNTERS MOON !!

[probably-impossible]

The "Papaganda" experience

[delulluart]

Papal Family Portrait with all 4 brothers

[alasroundrock]

Ghost poster idea because I cannot enjoy things in moderation and I am currently so-very-normal-definitely-not-fixated on this band.

[alien-the-ghost]

Tumblr mobile cooked my quality :(

A couple of sparkly Papas

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[sakuraspoke]

31 days of ghost // day 1 - first song you heard ⸸

The ancient serpent deceiver To masses standing in awe He will ascend to the heavens Above the stars of God Hell Satan, Archangelo Hell Satan, welcome Year Zero

[omarfor-orchestra]

BUONGIORNO BUON DAVID TENNANT RAI DAY

[gabitzart]

Bitter old man

[ghcstcd]

If you’re still taking requests, can you do something with Dew and Secondo again? I love the way you draw them together!

I need everyone to see how much they love each other.

[ghuleh-anima-mia]

Ghost - "Body and Blood" (Live in Santa Ana 4-28-14)

[kabukiaku]

secondo has seen enough bullshit to not be fazed.

[writingjourney]

tea // secondo // 430 words, comfort, gn, sfw

The sleeve of his baggy shirt catches at the handle of the drawer. You're momentarily pulled backwards, trying to swallow the sound of annoyance that threatens to spill alongside the tea you just brewed.

It's the first cool night of a dawning autumn but the old stone walls of the abbey have trapped the heat of the past week and are reluctant to let go. You were hoping for a comfortable night wrapped up in fuzzy blankets – instead you lay awake, somehow still running too hot. Or it could have been the anxiety that would not let your body come to rest, that had you feeling like you were melting out of your skin.

You quietly sit on the sill of the open window, skin tingling against the cool night air, a stark contrast to the hot mug in your hands. The grounds are quiet, every breath crisp in your nose. The first sip burns on your tongue and you take another, allowing the liquid to linger in your mouth until the pain fades away.

Soft footsteps. Of course. You have no words so you sit and wait until bare feet come to rest by your side. Secondo sits on the other end of the sill, one hand travelling up your bare leg, smoothing out the goosebumps.

"At least you stole my shirt" he states as he settles. "Do you wish to get sick?"

You present the mug as though the tea would protect you from the chill. Secondo remains unimpressed, perpetually scrutinizing gaze fixed on your face, no doubt seeing the dried tears, the tremor of your lips from a clenched jaw, the deep furrow of your brow.

He relieves you of the mug, takes a long sip. His face contorts at the obscene amount of sugar you added but he does not comment, hands it back to you wordlessly. Soft, warm fingers tangle with yours for a moment before he reaches over to the couch. He drapes the hand-knit blanket over your legs, bends over until his lips press gently to your forehead.

You relax your face and he seems content, settles in beside you and steals half the heat underneath the blanket. You stretch your cold feet until they come to meet his stomach and despite a slight jolt he can't hide his smile. His hands rub along your shins, massaging the warmth back into you. You take another sip and this time it has the desired, calming effect. But perhaps it's not the tea after all, perhaps it's the knowledge that he shared it with you.

short fic collection

[delulluart]

More Papas (ft. the infamous leather Cassock) and a cuddly Cardinal