#this is unreal ciao

[tubelight-404]

FIRST TIME GIVES INEFFABLE HUSBANDS VIBES AND I DONT THINK I CAN HANDLE IT 😭😭😭

[transform4u]

My phone seems to be acting strange all day, and now, I found this weird file euroalphamuscle.mp3 while looking around. Got any idea what's going on here?

You pick up your phone and your eyes immediately gravitate towards the file labeled "euroalphamuscle.mp3." A thrill of excitement shoots through you as you press play. The moment you do, your screen comes alive with an array of images featuring impossibly attractive European men. They are all striking: sculpted physiques, effortlessly stylish clothes, and magnetic smiles that seem to radiate confidence. You see them lounging on sunlit Italian terraces, driving sleek sports cars through narrow, winding streets, and exuding a kind of charisma that seems almost unreal.

As you watch, your apps undergo a stunning transformation. Instagram adopts a chic Italian flair, with posts now featuring high-fashion outfits, picturesque views of Tuscan landscapes, and, of course, even more striking men in sophisticated settings. Twitter’s layout changes too, embracing an elegant, minimalist design with a touch of Italian flair—soft, refined fonts and beautiful images of Italian landmarks and style.

Almost instantly, your phone starts buzzing with a flurry of messages. They’re in Italian, and while you don’t understand every word, it’s clear they’re about some incredibly attractive guy who’s apparently way more appealing than you. The messages come from various women, all eagerly discussing this person with a level of admiration that is both flattering and bewildering. You’re usually into guys, but the attention—and the energy of these messages—stirs something unexpected within you.

As for your thoughts, they've shifted dramatically. Your gay identity seems distant now, replaced by an overwhelming desire for hot chicks with big boobs. The thought of having multiple women fighting over you is intoxicating, and it only fuels your newfound lust for power and control. It feels like you're on top of the world - unstoppable and irresistible to everyone around you.

As the messages continue to flood your phone, you find yourself lost in a haze of arousal and entitlement. The idea of having multiple women at your disposal is making you feel drunk with power, and it's impossible not to bask in the attention. Your mind begins to muddle as you think less clearly about everything but sex and power.

You feel a sense of ownership over these women who are fighting for your affection - they exist solely for your pleasure, after all. You begin to see yourself as invincible, unstoppable - someone who can have anything he wants simply by exerting his masculine charm. Your dick throbs harder than ever before as you imagine what it would be like to dominate each woman individually or all at once.

As you process this new persona, the beat of your music sets the tone perfectly. “Ciao Adios” by Anne-Marie pulses through your headphones. The upbeat tempo and catchy rhythm make you feel like you’re dancing through a vibrant Italian street party, perfectly syncing with your newfound European allure and making every moment feel exhilarating and alive. As the melody washes over you, it fuels your growing sense of entitlement even further; now nothing can stop you from having whatever (or whomever) you want.

As you look down at your body, it’s a stark contrast to the Euro ideal that now seems to be taking over your mind. What you see is a plain, unremarkable frame—soft and untoned, dressed in mundane, everyday clothes that barely hint at any form of personal style. You’re just a typical American nerd, the kind who blends into the background of a coffee shop or a library. The plainness of your reflection feels almost self-deprecating, a reminder of a life lived in the shadows of more glamorous fantasies.

But as the vibrant beats of "La Vie en Rose" remix pulse through your earbuds, a tingling sensation begins to ripple across your skin. You watch, almost in disbelief, as your body undergoes a dramatic transformation. The changes are slow at first, then accelerate as if spurred by the infectious rhythm of the music.

Your features begin to sharpen. Your face morphs into a chiseled masterpiece—angular, pronounced, with a jawline so defined it seems almost sculptural. Your chin juts out with a newfound assertiveness, and your cheekbones become stark, catching light in a way that makes you look like a glossy magazine cover star. The skin that once felt ordinary now takes on a refined, almost luminescent quality, accentuating the newly etched lines of your visage.

Your hair undergoes a transformation that’s just as striking. It morphs into a glossy, meticulously styled mane, either slicked back with a precision that suggests endless grooming or styled in dramatic spikes that would fit right in at a music video shoot. The color shifts through to a deep, sultry blacks.

The physical changes continue as your body becomes lean and impossibly toned. Abs and biceps emerge with a definition that speaks of countless hours spent in the gym. Your shoulders broaden, and your chest becomes sculpted into a perfect V-shape, emphasizing the dramatic flair of your new physique. Veins trace the contours of your arms, which are now a testament to muscular dedication. Your legs, while strong, are overshadowed by the upper body’s grandeur.

You’re now clad in tight, flashy outfits that scream confidence and extravagance. The snug-fitting shirt hugs your sculpted torso, adorned with eye-catching patterns or bold colors. Fabrics are slick and synthetic—polyester or Lycra—that make you shine both literally and figuratively. Your jeans or trousers are slim-fit, perhaps distressed or featuring edgy details like zippers or studs that highlight every movement.

The footwear is just as attention-grabbing: designer sneakers or flashy dress shoes with prominent logos or unique designs. Accessories complete the look—a parade of gold chains that jingle with every swagger, oversized watches that gleam in the light, and a collection of rings that sparkle with each gesture. Even your sunglasses have transformed into statement pieces, worn indoors with an air of effortless cool.

Your Instagram and Twitter feeds explode with activity. Text messages from various women begin to flood in, each one filled with passionate enthusiasm for a man who now resembles your transformed self. They’re written in Italian, but the tone is unmistakable: admiration, desire, and a hint of obsession. Comments on your Instagram photos add fuel to the fire, with phrases like “Absolutely stunning!” “Mon dieu, you’re perfection!” and “Is this a dream?” filling the threads.

As these messages and comments accumulate, the sense of validation is intoxicating. You’re no longer the plain, everyday person you were. Instead, you’ve become the epitome of Eurotrash Italian allure, a dazzling figure who commands attention and adoration.

As your phone continues to buzz and vibrate, the messages pouring in are relentless. Each notification that pops up on your screen feels like a shot of pure adrenaline, fueling your transformation into the quintessential Eurotrash alpha male. You start scrolling through these messages, and each one is an electrifying affirmation of the persona you’re becoming.

On Instagram and Twitter, your posts and tweets reflect your newfound confidence and extravagant lifestyle. You craft tweets with an air of nonchalant superiority, boasting about your latest designer acquisitions and the exclusive events you’re attending. Your messages are a masterclass in self-indulgent charm: “Just picked up the latest limited edition from Prada—limited edition, of course. Only the best for me. 😉” or “Another night, another exclusive club. Where else but Paris can you find such opulence? #LivingTheDream.”

The text messages you’re receiving are equally flattering. They come from sleazy women who are dazzled by your new look and lifestyle. They’re filled with phrases like “I saw your photos—unbelievable! Are you really as stunning as you seem?” and “Papi, I need to have the muscles showing me what to do” The attention is overwhelming and addictive. With each message, your confidence swells, and your responses become more brash and flamboyant. You start sending texts like, “Just got back from a VIP section at the trendiest club in Milan. The night was electric. Ever been to a place like that?” and “I’m at the top of the world, darling. Life’s a party and I’m the guest of honor.”

As the messages and responses continue to flow, your personality starts to shift. You find yourself embodying the very essence of Eurotrash alpha male charm. You exude a glossy veneer of supreme confidence and unrepentant arrogance. Your smirk is almost permanent, suggesting that you’re not just the center of your universe, but everyone else’s as well. Conversations with friends and followers become a display of name-dropping and boasting. You recount tales of jet-setting escapades and wild nights with a charisma that feels almost second nature.

The soundtrack to this transformation is a pulsating loop of Eurodance hits and club anthems. Tracks by David Guetta, Calvin Harris, and Avicii fill your ears, their beats driving your high-energy, flamboyant lifestyle. The bass drops become metaphors for your life—each beat a reminder that every moment is an opportunity for grand gestures and even grander statements. “Titanium” by David Guetta blares in your headphones, its thumping rhythm perfectly mirroring your new, frenetic pace of life.

Your party scene becomes a playground of excess. The clubs you frequent are the epitome of opulence—neon-lit sanctuaries where the velvet ropes and designer-clad patrons are all part of the spectacle. You revel in the fanfare that accompanies your entrances, commanding attention with your extravagant style and magnetic presence. Every night out is meticulously curated to maintain your image as the undisputed king of the Eurotrash scene.

When it comes to workouts, your routines are high-octane and showy, designed to showcase your physique rather than actually push your limits. In the gym, under the glow of neon lights, you lift heavy weights with exaggerated grunts, flaunting your muscles with every rep. Your personal trainer is as high-profile as your personal stylist, ensuring that your body remains Instagram-ready at all times.

In your downtime, you indulge in high-stakes hobbies like luxury car racing or poker games. Each pursuit is designed to elevate your social status while feeding your need for constant adrenaline. Your life is a curated display of effortless opulence and unshakable self-assuredness. Every aspect is tailored to reinforce the illusion of a high-flying, high-rolling lifestyle. You’ve become the epitome of Eurotrash allure, a figure whose presence is as polished and provocatively over-the-top as the persona you now fully embody.

You receive a text from one of the women, telling you that she wants to fuck your brains out. She sends a picture of herself, and as you look at it, your dick immediately hardens. This is exactly what you've been looking for - someone who's eager to please and submissive enough to fall at your feet.

You realize that this woman lives in America, which gives you an idea. You decide to take her on vacation with you in Italy, where she can experience firsthand the power and allure of being with a hot Italian stallion like yourself. You plan on treating her like shit - making her work out every day so she stays in shape for when it's time for sex (which will be often), ordering food without asking what she wants because "a real man knows what his woman needs," and making sure everyone knows that she belongs solely to Luca: the ultimate Eurotrash playboy who can have anyone he wants simply by flexing his muscles or smirking cockily.

[fulokis]

The level of brain rot is unreal my annoying ass coworker said say ciao cause I was leaving and in deciding to placate him I automatically said ciao in a disinterested tone sauntered weirdly out the door and under my breath muttered ‘it’s Italian think it means food’

[majortomwaits]

@theamericanfriend1977 tagged me to post 10 songs I had on repeat lately (thanks, buddy!!)

käärijä - cha cha cha kate bush - waking the witch jethro tull - we used to know ben nichols - toadvine iggy pop - neighbourhood threat let 3 - mama šč! let 3 - mona against me! - thrash unreal anita lane - bella ciao azra - teško vrijeme

i tag @dykecostanza @successionyaoi @meme-streets @starringvincentprice and @pikslasrce to do the same (if you guys want to, of course)

[pkmnnursecass]

Ciao!

Hey there Rotomblr! I saw some of my coworkers talking about this app, so I decided to try it out! Name’s Cassidy, but you can call me Cass! I’m a big fan of She/Her pronouns, so use those for me if you'd please! I’m an aide down at that new Pokémon Center in Freezington, Galar. Nice to meet everyone!

Here’s my Trainer Card and a pic of me! Hope you can see them- I still have no idea how this site works lmao

Anyway, I'm from Castelia City in Unova! I spent a few years studying abroad in Kalos, and now I'm working in the Crown Tundra at the new Center they set up! I loooove astrology, cooking (especially curry), reading, movies and cardgames!!! I still don’t know a lot about Pokémon, but I’m good at taking care of them! I hope so, anyway. Lemme talk a little bit about my own!

Valentine - Ribombee: my first partner! I caught her when my family was vacationing in Alola way back. She's soooo adorable, and helps me out at the Center a ton!!

Chime - Chingling: my second Pokémon! I found him while studying in Kalos. He's more like emotional support for me, honestly. He's just as cute as Val!

Chansey: I got her from my employer (which I guess is the region???? Idk). She's very cool, and I think we work well together!

Lumi - Metang: Lumi was given to me by a friend in Kalos! They don't understand Galarian very well...and I'm no good at Kalosian...but I think they like it up here!! And they help out a lot!!!

Cheri - Spritzee: My newest team member!!! I caught her in Hammerlocke during my vacation (it keeps happening lol) She's super sweet!!!

That’s all for now! I can share my dreams and aspirations later, lol. Feel free to talk to me about anything- Pokémon, life, good recipes, movie recs, card games…like I said, anything!!!! It’s real lonely up here in the tundra, so any interaction is welcome!

Ciao! 🩷

(OOC stuff under the cut \/)

Update 1/7/24: Decided to update this, to offer more information and just generally be less cluttered! Also got rid of Cass' middle name, because that was lame and I forgot about it

Howdy! This is a Pokemon IRL Blog run by @skrelpson. As such, there's a major unreality warning for all of it! This blog runs off of mainly game/anime canon, with a sprinkle of headcanons throughout! Maybe I'll talk more about that later. idk!

Rules .｡.:*☆:

No NSFW! If you send any asks in that nature, you'll be blocked.

Magic Anons are off! They'll probably stay off, too. Just not comfy with that...yknow yknow

Pelipper Mail is on...ish! You can send things in, but please nothing like surprise gift Pokemon. Cass isn't equipped to deal with that right now! I will just ignore any mail that doesn't really jive with what's going on.

This is a low stakes blog! Cass might get into minor events, but for the most part it's just chill vibes in the tundra.

Speaking of, if you'd ever want to include me in some sort of RP (again, mainly low-stakes!), feel free to DM me! Just like specify what's going on. My writing RP skills are kinda rusty, but I can make it work! :]

Sapient Pokemon and the like can interact!

Basic DNI critera- Transphobes, racists, anti-seminists...etcetera...

In general, I'm not a very outgoing person. I gotta work up a lotta courage to try and talk to people! Especially people I don't know! And it might take me time to respond to a reblog, message, etc...it doesn't mean I don't want to interact! I'm just terrified of being online :p

Any ask game I reblog will be permanently open!!! Feel free to send in asks for any of them. Since that sounds a little daunting, here's a list of all the ones I've reblogged! Just PLEASE please please please include the question and not just the emoji...PLEASE

(I'll update this like...once every other month or something)

Find Out the Little Things!

Press A to Interact (This one doesn't really have a name? Ack sorry)

Roto Leak!

Pokéblr Ask Game

Curry Ingredient Ask Game

Assign a Pokémon Ability

Favorite Pokémon for Each Type

Sharing Story Aspects You're Excited For (I would label this one Pen(ny) for your thoughts if I wasn't a coward)

The ID was made using Pokecharm’s legacy Trainer Card Maker

The Picrew can be found here: [Link]

PREVIOUS ARCS (+Tags!)

The Lime Water Saga - a joke arc about Cass putting too many lime slices in her water bottle. Can be found under #lime water saga

Vocational Vacation - Cass tours Galar! She visits landmarks, takes pictures of ponies, and doesn't see the northern lights. Found under #vocational vacation arc

[becauseiamnotanelephant]

The journey

The flight was long and not super comfortable, but I was exhausted and fell asleep before we took off (because we gate checked our carseat and stroller, we got to board early, but that meant an hour early...way too much time to add to an 8 hour flight). Hannah was wired but she finally fell asleep and I was able to get 7 hours of sleep and she was able to get almost 8 hours. Really not terrible, considering.

Our arrival in Rome was pretty easy, but the theme of the day was waiting in long lines. The customs line in Rome was unreal (and crazy because all the families with small kids were without strollers since baggage claim follows the customs check). A security guard saved us about 45 minutes in the line by letting us cut and go directly to a customs agent (I think he was finding the families with the smallest kids and cutting us a break).

Finally in Rome, we then had to wait on another line to check in for our flight to Bari, and then were nervous about the next security line, but luckily they had a family line and it took 2 minutes to clear security the second time. We rushed to our gate only to find we had to wait in line for 2 hours for our delayed flight to Bari (apparently there were airline strikes in France and everything was delayed?). I don't even know how long we'd been traveling, subsisting only on snacks, and we weren't even at our destination. Hannah was a real trouper and was surviving on her love of the endless snacks and her totally excitement that we are in Italy! She's getting more comfortable saying "ciao" and we'll see if we can expand beyond that.

We made it to Bari, waited another zillion hours for our rental car, and then drove our final 40 minutes to our airbnb in Polignano a Mare, where we are staying for 2 nights. We arrived around 10:30 Pm and Hannah crashed really hard in the car, but was awake by the time we were settled. I convinced everyone to go for a walk (gelato is going to be my best motivator). It was really only 6PM for us so I felt like a crazy parent taking Hannah out but we desperately needed real food and it turned out that the whole town was awake and hanging out in the center, so a perfect introduction to summer in Italy. It's hot, the bread is amazing, the gelato is delicious and not expensive, and the city is alive!

Our arrival back at the airbnb was not as wonderful - we couldn't figure out how to open our apartment door, so after sweating 5 lbs of water in the hallway, running off to find Hannah a bathroom, and 5 phone calls with our host, we finally made it back inside our cool apartment. Hannah was so wired that it took 90 minutes for her to fall asleep, but we made it!

[marqenobi]

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gosh I still remember when I first started watching la casa de papel, catching glimpses of it during family lunch on the TV, annoyed at my dad for choosing such a weird show. I remember finding Berlín completely insane. I didn't even know his name, or that they all had city names, so when I heard them calling each other oslo and nairobi and tokyo I thought these are just the world's weirdest people who have city names. I never watched the bella ciao scene, I missed it cause I was doing something else when the family watched that episode. But then the tables turned, and boy HOW did they turn. I remember going from freaked out to intrigued by Berlin.. the little background, how does he know the Professor's name? The russian roulette, him staying loyal to Sergio even on risk of actual DEATH. bonkers. something incredibly off about him. and yet, invariably everyone held their breath when he was in a scene, and kudos to Pedro's acting that had us on the edge of our seats every second he was on screen.

and then he DIED. and it was quite ironic, by the time we reached the s2 finale, my dad had kinda lost interest, other family too, but I was sitting on the sofa in rapt attention. When Sergio cried, I felt tears forming in my eyes. But for HIM? I hated him, didn't I? Well,, I was devastated at the ending, got my hopes up when news abt s3 broke, but again was left anxious cause what would the show be like without him... and even those early days there were so many theories, wishful thinking that he didn't really die, or they would resurrect him, a secret twin, a cure, etc etc... but I never let myself hope for a spinoff. this was back in late 2019/2020 when my life/mental health went to utter shit and this silly little show and it's characters were my one thread of light. But I never let myself hope for an actual spinoff.

And now, fast forward 4 years later, it's actually happening!!! WTF!! we're getting a fucking spinoff cause it wasn't just me and Andrés really was that much of a fan favourite (i still question why some writing choices were made tho, I know he's the most dark character I've liked) but oh my god. It feels unreal. I am excited, despite everything. Will miss sergio & martin, but with luck the show is a success and they bring in them for next season 🙏 Despite everything through sheer force of love and will we the fans have managed to hold onto that Cabrón long after he died, long after the show ended, he's still here. damn

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

love is

only for the brave

for inktober

[euclydya]

ok OC character building/rambling time under the cut

(before I start I just wanna say that we are collectively psychotic and that's the end of that sentence do not @ me for any tropes/negative psychosis stereotypes talked about here. thanks.)

Ok so Nestle, right. The dude kills his SO. we've got that figured out for the Plot™. But like… what's his Motive behind it, y'know?

And… We have… About 4 angel characters in the story. All fill the role of guardian angel in some way. All know each other. Soooooooo.…

What if,,, Be it Before or After the Murdering, the Angel Council (a placeholder name) starts talking 2 him. Now the four of em have different ideas in mind for him and it is A Mess and they don't Get Along and Nestle's like, "this is fine :)" and moves on with his life and continues to commit crimes and generally being an Overall Nuisance to people around him Oh also did I mention that these 4 angels are supposed to make sure he doesn't get into any more trouble. they don't do that. they're too busy arguing abt what path they should put Nestle on.

So while they're arguing Nestle's out doing Whatever the fuck. Probably not murder. Probably. Most likely vandalism and theft and also physical assault but not MURDER, no, that was a one time thing it's fine he's fine! Meanwhile In Heaven everything's going to shit because the four fuckos cannot come 2 an agreement thus meaning they can't make sure Nestle acts nice and not violent thus meaning he is still Out Here. Committing Crimes. </3 Rip

But eVERY NOW AND THEN. They Do collectively decide on shit to tell him and they're all like "HI HEY HELLO. WE'RE YOUR GUARDIAN ANGELS. DON'T DO X THING OK BYEEEEEEeeeee" and Nestle's like "Huh. ok! :)" and stops doing X thing midway through and like ups and leaves. His friends r like "hey what" and he's like "yeah the angels told me not to, ciao" and they're like "ok go off. not the weirdest shit that's happened this week"

Just a Small Idea rn in general. We need some way to connect Thee Angels to Thee OG Crew in the story so,,, we'll ofc still keep thinking of ideas this isn't finalized at all but the idea of "one guy with multiple guardian angels who are all shit at their job" is. so funny 2 us HFJDJjajdjf

[landolewis]

OH MY GOD ITS TOO EARLY FOR THISAJSKAND

[p1anetvivi]

ciao amore, come stai? 💗

amooooooore, tu??? halokisses??? la principessa del void??? non ci posso credere😭 sto bene dai, sono un po' stressata (e anche molto stanca, anche se non faccio praticamente niente), ma si va avanti (also, mi sono inventata una tecnica per manifestare e non vedo l'ora di usarla) tu invece teso'?

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btw, this is just my love, @halokisses, asking me how I'm doing..i still can't believe she sent this, it feels unreal, i don't know why😭. we talked a couple of times under her posts: the last time we had a small convo about having a common cold (runny nose) on summer (pls lol). today i was thinking about what the little convo we had, and thought it would be nice seeing a message from her AND NOW LOOK AT HER HERE TAKING THE SPOT OF BEING THE FIRST PERSON TO SEND ME A (non-loa)ASK. hmm, I feel like considering this a success story lmao. my mind is powerful, srs.

[kane-and-lynch-2-dog-days]

hey you should really consider changing your carrd. it can be detrimental and triggering for people with psychosis and who are uncomfy with unreality. thanks raul! ciao

i'm really interested in knowing how out of everything it is, my carrd is in any way unreality

[mimizepp]

Hi! Can I request Josuke x female Italian reader? 🥺 Thank you ♥️

i just know this is going to be absolutely ADORABLE ! i went on and decided that josuke would be crushing on the reader.. sorry if i assumed wrong aaa enjoy a little oneshot!

josuke x fem italian reader 

just five more minutes. five minutes and she’ll be here, in my house. josuke shifts nervously at the mere thought of his crush, shakily grabbing a comb and mirror in a sad attempt to distract himself from twinges of impending humiliation.

josuke has waited all week for this little date with you, praying that the recipe he’s been working to perfect is up to par. despite anything else that josuke admires in you, whether it’s your smile, aesthetics, sense of humor... you being italian is one of your most prominent features. he must get this right! 

after a visit to trussardi’s and a handful of questions, josuke settled on a supposedly simple penne alla vodka to make for you. let’s just say that he needed a lot of practice when going through trial runs of the dish..

josuke’s repetitive hair touching interrupted by tomoko, who was asked by an antsy josuke to stand by the window and keep an eye out for you.

“jojo! she’s heeeeere,“ tomoko calls out to josuke, who’s already rushed to her side at the thin gap between the blinds, comb in hand, “and doesn’t she look cute!“

josuke blushes, your cuteness not suppressing his nerves, “mom... okay, now go, like you promised!” tomoko laughs and takes the comb from josuke’s hand before stepping upstairs.

tomoko lingers for a moment longer as you knock on the front door, annoying josuke to no end, “come on, you’ve seen enough of __! i need this date to be perfect!“ josuke has never felt more nervous in his entire life. he glares at his mom before she retreats upstairs, muttering something about brats.

josuke takes a deep breath and opens the door to your beautiful, beautiful smile. he could stand here forever, just staring into your eyes, red-faced as he somehow manages to fall deeper and deeper in love...

you raise a brow at josuke, amused at his current state. he notices after another moment and recites a well-rehearsed line, “c-ciao, bella!” josuke cringes at himself. in what reality would this be a good idea...

his panic is quelled as you laugh to fill what should have been an awkward silence, and he’s reminded that you’re just you, the girl he’s fallen for. the person he invited to his home just a few days ago. you’re you, and he likes you.

josuke invites you inside and brings you to the kitchen, first offering you some water and then asking if you’re ready for some uncertified italian cuisine.

of course he’s cracking suave jokes the entire evening, doing his best to remain at ease as he cooks for you. in moments where he really has to focus he’s asking you even more about yourself.

every second you speak, josuke is absolutely entranced by your accent. the way your vowels round ever so smoothy, or how you emphasize certain syllables in conversation... he’s a melting mess. he’s been absolutely floored by love and.. shit, he forgot to add some pasta water to the sauce!

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after some more talking, cooking, and help offered by you, the resident italian, josuke had finally finished preparing the perfect meal for his lovely date. he escorts you to the dining table and prepares a plate for each of you.

“just for __.. here is josuke’s penne uh, alla vodka!” he puts on a little show as he sets your plate before you, gesturing as he assumes an italian would? he’s clueless be nice.

you’re genuinely surprised at how attractive and edible the food appears, “oooh! this looks great!”

he blushes at the compliment, already feeling rewarded for all the time and effort he had spent perfecting the dishes flavor, “ah, and it’ll taste even better, i hope.” josuke sits beside you.

he awaits and watches intently as you take the first bite, really having no idea what kind of reaction you’ll have to his efforts. the noodles are cooked al dente, just as they’re meant to be. the sauce is just the right consistency, and WOW the flavor is unreal. it’s just perfect, somehow even better than the way your grandmother makes it...

“josuke, this is just.. DAMN.” you take another bite and urge him to do the same, “i can’t believe how great this is, really!”

he laughs at your reaction in a wholesome manner, taking in your smile for everything that it is. “i gotta say.. this is my best one yet!” josuke eats one bite after the other, genuinely seeming impressed of what he’s made for the both of you to enjoy, “i have to ask, is it.. authentic?”

“authentic or not, it’s perfect, jojo. i haven’t had anything this good in a while.”

in that moment, josuke officially swoons. it’s one thing for tomoko to call him jojo, and it’s another when it’s okuyasu. but when it’s you, speaking to him with such a term of endearment, dancing under that sweet, sweet accent... he’s over the moon.

“jojo?” you giggle, unaware of the effect that this nickname carries. he tends to space out from time to time, and you’ve seen it happen enough to the point of it being more mutually comedic than bothersome.

his face glows red from your gaze, “thanks, __. it means a lot, really. i just wanted it to be perfect for you.”

his hand makes its way to yours, resting one on top of the other on the edge of the table. now it’s you who’s melted into a blushing mess, and josuke is screaming internally about how damn cute you look.

for you, you replay his words. how lucky are you to have been swooned by someone so perfect. the same thoughts are running through josuke’s mind as his eyes wander along the beautiful intricacies of your face. he carries an expression full of adoration. feeling a sudden surge of confidence take hold of you, you lean in quick and press a kiss to josuke’s bidding cheek.

“thank you, josuke.”

josuke brings a hand up to the spot you kissed, nearly speechless. he’ll definitely be making dinner for you again.. does tomorrow night work?

[palaugranetes]

🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴

11 January 2021

Ansu: Y'ALL I GOT IT!!!!

Ansu: All this time it was in front of us and it just blew by us like that!!!

Ansu: IT WAS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE!

Ansu: So simple!

Ansu: SO DUMB OF US!

Sergiño: SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!!!!

Ansu: Woah..

Ansu: Where is all this hostility coming from!

Ansu: Very caught off guard bro

Sergiño: You were rambling!!

Sergiño: Get to the point please.

Ansu: well since you said please, sure

Ansu: It was actually directed towards the dumbasses under threat but sure.

Pedri: Get to it faster.

Arnau: Ansumane please just say it

Ansu: Full name.....

Pedri: ANSU!!!

Ansu: Right.. shit sorry

........

Oscar: Bro really???

........

Ansu: Shit! Sorry I was distracted by my little bro playing FIFA 😂😅

Pedri: 🤦🏻‍♂️

Ansu: Anyways.. @Riqui @Carlitos @JC @Dembz Has anyone of you considered gathering and going as a group to apologize to him face to face?

Ansu: Idk for what.. let's just say for existing. Maybe as a collective he would have mercy on your heart and just spare you.

Riqui: That?... That's your idea?!

Ansu: ya

Riqui: Go back to playing FIFA with your bro.

Pedri: Hate to tell you dude, this idea is bad

Carlitos: It sucks.

JC: I've had better ideas

Dembz: And that is saying something

JC: 😒

Riqui: Basically you are sending me and Ous to apologize to the big tree

Ronald: 😂😂😂😂

Dembz: Hey now

Oscar: I cannot wait to see that

Ansu: How would that be a problem?

Carlitos: You realize Ricard is 3 feet tall and Ous would snap like a twig?

Carlitos: No offense

Riqui: Gee.. thanks

Dembz: 🖕🏿

Carlitos: Nonetheless @Ansu It is a horrible idea.

Ansu: Well excuse me again for trying to help you losers out of this mess.

Ansu: Good luck with surviving the shit. Especally you @Carlitos

Ansu: Especally*

Ansu: ESPECUAKLY*

Ansu: oh fuck this shit particularly you Curly

Oscar: but that worked

Riqui: Anyways, gonna continue packing.

Francisco: You tried my guy @Ansu

Ansu: Ah forget it. They are on their own.

Francisco: 🤷🏻‍♂️

12 January 2021

Arnau: Is it true?

Iñaki: What is?

Arnau: Leo has some problems

Iñaki: kinda we don't know yet

Arnau: *STRESS*

Iñaki: 😐 @Ronald and @Sergiño as well

Arnau: *STRESS INTENSIFIES*

Arnau: Oh! How does it feel to be free?

Iñaki: Unreal.

Iñaki: like I truly don't believe for a second I am

Arnau: you are

Iñaki: Then why do I feel like a brick is gonna hit me in the head out of the blue

Arnau: Cause your brain needs to relax.. meditate, listen to some self-soothing tapes, hell sleep

Iñaki: I can't.. we have training in a bit.

Arnau: Ah well.. have fun

Iñaki: yeah.. thanks

........

Oscar: HEY GUYS! JUST A HEADSUP.. A few people are gonna join us in a tad.

Oscar: Since we have our match tomorrow and the ladies have theirs as well.. I thought we'd send them some supportive messages.

Oscar: You know with them being stuck in Madrid like that and then getting back home and then off to Almeria again in such a short amount of time.

Arnau: cool idea!!

Francisco: 👏🏻👏🏻

Ansu: That is actually so sweet

Ansu: And so well deserved

Oscar: Yeah so Riqui is going to add them in a bit.

Riqui: SO NO SHITHOUSERY!!

Riqui: I MEAN IT!

JC: Yes dad.

Riqui:🖕🏻

Dembz:

Riqui added Alexia, Aitana, Melanie, Asisat, Jenni, Sandra, Caroline, Mapi, Leila, Lieke, Mariona, Marta, Kheira, Ana, Andrea, Andrea, Gemma, Gio, Meri

Riqui: WELCOME LADIES!

Riqui: I know you are wondering what you are doing in this thing we have. We know this week has been very unusual and honestly unnecessary for you all but we just wanted to tell you we wish you the best of luck tomorrow.

Oscar: Molta Sort cracks!!

Oscar: And sorry for you have been through this week.

Arnau: 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻 kick ass as you always do tomorrow!

Pedri: Best of Luck out there ladies. 🙌🏻👏🏻💪🏻💙❤ Força Barça!

Francisco: Good luck to all of you! 💙❤

Ronald: 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 All the best!!

Carlitos: Molta Sort Cracks!! 💙❤ Som-Hi!!

Alexia: Oh my God.. You weren't kidding @Riqui

Asisat: 🤙🏿🤙🏿🤙🏿🤙🏿🤙🏿🤙🏿🤙🏿 Thanks my dudes!!

Asisat: Appreciate it! 💙❤

Ansu: Best of luck tomorrow cracks!!! 💪🏿💪🏿💪🏿💪🏿💙❤

Asisat: Thanks my boy! 💙❤💪🏿 Get better soon we miss you out there!

Ansu: 🙏🏿💙❤ Thank you!!

Ana: Thank you so much guys!!

Aitana: You were right @Alexia ... I owe you dinner

Alexia: 😏😏

Jenni: All I know is I am getting a free dinner eitherway🙌🏻😏

Patri: 😂😂😂

Sergiño: Best of Luck tomorrow ladies👏🏼💪🏽👏🏼💙❤

Dembz: Bonne chance à toutes!!! 💙❤

JC: 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Bonne chance!!💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽

Jenni: And thank you so much guys!!

Leila: 🤘🏻🤘🏻🤘🏻🤘🏻 Thanks guys💙❤

Iñaki: All the best cracks!! You got this! 💪🏻🙌🏻👏🏻

Sandra: Thank you guys! This was a lovely surprise! I thought we were being pranked😅

Melanie: Força Barça!! 💙❤🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank you for this!

Frenkie: All the best ladies!! 💪🏻❤💙💪🏻

Marta: This means a lot guys thank you! Good luck to you guys as well!!!💙❤

Asisat: Okay.. I'm gonna split! Thanks again guys but my phone is blowing up😂😂 Best of luck to you guys as well! 💙❤ Força Barça!

Dembz: 💙❤

Asisat Left

Kheira: Merci les gars!!! C'est très gentil de votre part!! 💙❤

JC: 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽💙❤

Melanie: Thank you guys again 💙❤ Good luck to all of you.✌🏻✌🏻

Melanie Left

Lieke: ❤💙❤💙❤💙 Thank you! This truly was a very lovely gesture. Good luck to you guys as well. See you guys! @Frenkie say hi to Mikky for me 🧡

Frenkie: Will do 🧡

Lieke Left

Marta: I'm gonna go too.. Thanks again you guys

Marta Left

Riqui: How was playing at the Camp Nou.

Carlitos: You girls certainly did it justice!

Riqui: I'll say!

Caroline: It was a dream!!

Caroline: Hey!!! Thank you for the messages guys! They mean a lot.

Alexia: I still can't believe we did it.

Arnau: And you should do it again

Mapi: That is what I keep saying!

Oscar: You definitely deserve it.

Riqui: Imo you should have played there way before. Especially with an audience.

Ronald: Veeeery true.

Pedri: sighs.. hopefully it happens

Mariona: 💙❤ Thank you guys!! This is truly wonderful. 🙏🏻

Gio: ❤ how delightful you guys! Thank you

Meri: Oscar! Ari told me that you were planning on doing this😅 thought she was pulling my leg

Gio: Same!!🤣

Oscar: 😂

Meri: But thank you guys!!💙❤ I gotta go though. ✌🏻✌🏻

Meri left

Patri: I think we all should. I don't trust you guys to stay quiet😂

Leila: 🤣 We should yeah.. training!

Patri Left

Leila Left

Gio Left

Andrea: Hey!! Sorry guys! I gotta run. Thank you so much for this gesture! It is truly sweet of you! 💙❤ Good luck! 🙋🏻‍♀️

Andrea Left

Mariona: What a lovely surprise! Thank you boys!💙❤

Mariona: Best of luck to you as well!

Mariona: I would have liked to stay but I can't. Sorry to leave in a hurry..💙❤🙏🏻

Mariona Left

Carlitos: So what do you think of our season so far ladies? 🙄

Aitana: You guys are doing great!!

Riqui: I can sense the sarcasm all the way over to Cordoba.

Alexia: This is not it guys not it.

Jenni: So bad..

Ronald: Ouch

Jenni: He asked!

Carlitos: Could have at least let it slide easily.

Sandra: No she is right. Y'all need to get your shit together.

Oscar: We do

Caroline: And you need to figure out a way to get back to the team we all love

Pedri: We do

Andrea: Hi guys!! THANK YOU! ❤💙❤💙

Andrea: Bye guys! Good luck!!

Andrea Left

Mapi: And what is that defending!

Sergiño: 🙄🙄🙄

Oscar: I mean

Mapi: Be better

Ronald: We are trying!

Mapi: You guys are... What about the rest

Frenkie: We will be.

Alexia: Good.

Jenni: I would like to enjoy a match every once in a while

Sandra: And poor Marc! Have mercy on him!

Riqui: We would voice your concerns to the guys.. but they don't know this exists

Aitana: 😂😂😂

Mapi: Oh brother🤣

Arnau: Adult free space

Arnau: Or so I was told

Ansu: 😂 it is

Aitana: Right...

Sandra: On that note ✌🏻💙❤

Mapi: Yep.. me too. Thanks guys💙❤

Sandra Left

Mapi Left

Alexia: Well this has been fun. And someone owes me dinner now😏 so thanks guys ✌🏻 Ciao

Aitana: 🙄 yeah yeah. Bye guys!! This was lovely 💙❤

Jenni: BE BETTER PLEASE!!

Iñaki: We hope

Alexia: PLEASE

Aitana Left

Alexia: Okay bye.

Alexia Left

............

Ana: ❤💙✌🏻 Ciao friends

Ana Left

Caroline: Good luck tomorrow! I hope you have a good match 💙❤

Riqui: 💙❤

Jenni: ✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

Jenni Left

Dembz: We won't let you down. Hopefully

Caroline Left

............

Gemma: Uhh.. Hi.

Gemma: Thank you!! 💙❤ Best of luck to you too

Arnau: 💙❤

Gemma: Okay.. See you guys ✌🏻

Gemma Left

Pedri: Well this was fun

JC: They way they roasted y'all's asses though!!!😂🔥

Francisco: We deserved it. I know I do. 😕

Frenkie: We need to do better

Riqui: We do

Carlitos: You do.

Ronald: We gotta

Riqui: Yep

Oscar: 🤷🏼‍♂️

Arnau: Get your shit together tomorrow

Iñaki: Especially since Leo is doubtful

Arnau: *STRESS*

Iñaki: Relax your brain! Meditate, listen to some self-soothing tapes, hell Sleep!

Arnau: Haha ha very funny

Dembz: 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Oscar: it really is

..........

Pedri: So um.. @JC I have a message for you

JC: Oh no

Carlitos: So you are our spokesperson now?

Pedri: I did not ask for this Carles

JC: What's the message

Pedri: ⏩"Basket received. Hope you like mine.. it shall be at your door steps in a few days. PS: Congrats on coming back and playing again after 8 months! Regards, G"

Pedri: That was it.

Riqui: Not ominous at all

Dembz: He knows.. I can feel it.

Carlitos: Leo said he doesn't

Carlitos: I will go with what Leo said.

Riqui: I'm having doubts.

Dembz: HE KNOWS I TELL YOU

Arnau: STOP SCREAMING!!!

[letitmclennon]

So Suburra is over and I’m like emotionally and physically shattered. 

Season 3 was generally good, but it seems like the authors wanted to end the series too quickly (only 6 episodes? Really?).

I’ve so many feelings and I can’t put them in order. But I’ll try because I have to.

If you keep on reading from now, beware of spoilers! 

First of all, let’s just say I like this series isn’t a prequel of the movie anymore. I’ve never seen the movie, other than THAT scene, but from what I know, I’m glad they changed idea. And I think it’s because they realized that what they have created in the series was too beautiful to be ruined in that way - which is Aureliano killing Spadino so coldly. It was practically unreal that Aureliano would kill Spadino after what they had been through. 

And most of all, after this... ⬇

But I’ll talk about Spadino and Aureliano later.

So, I said it seems the authors wanted to get rid of the series quickly. And that’s because of some events that are surprising plot twists. Like Monaschi going away after only one scene and Samurai who gets killed in the first episode. I didn’t see it coming so soon, it’s a mistake that he wouldn’t have done in the past seasons. On the other end, there’s a crescendo of tension that explodes in the last episode. You just find yourself wanting to see more till the end, even though, deep down, you know it’ll be a sad ending. 

The whole Cinaglia’s storyline was also interesting. At the beginning he was the new one, the honest politician who wants to change Rome in a positive way. Soon after, though, he becomes like any other politicians and understands that he has to make business with the underworld to keep his position. And from the moment he enters this vicious cycle, he just can’t come out anymore. That leads him to a peak in which he kills his wife, becoming a criminal, exactly like the ones he wanted to fight at the very beginning. It’s  disturbing but it’s also quite realistic. That said, I like Filippo Nigro’s acting, I didn’t think he could be such a creepy character. 

I really liked Nadia and Angelica becoming friends. They are strong and, unlike their boyfriends, they’re more rational. Aureliano and Spadino have always been too reckless. Angelica immediately figures out Manfredi’s betrayal and tries to warn Spadino, but of course, he is too lost in his perfect world where finally he has become Aureliano’s partner in crime. Nadia is smart and badass as well, risking everything they’ve built to protect Aureliano and showing him she can decide of her own life by herself. In the end the two girls comfort each other for what they have lost, their men and also the baby. And that was so good to see. 

And finally, let’s say something about Aureliano and Spadino. Before the release of season 3, I read some interviews where both Giacomo and Ale said the final season would be a love story between two great friends that love each other. I was so happy, because, ok, we all know Spadino never really stopped loving Aureliano. I mean, even if he tried with that poor guy in season 2, he couldn’t just get over him. And we can see how his love for Aureliano is central in the final series too. To him, their friendship and partnership is what gives a meaning to everything. He can’t just stop thinking about him, and being jealous. During the party he just sort of loses it and goes to interrupt Aureliano and Nadia’s kissing.

Look at him, so bloody jealous. 

What I was unsure about was Aureliano’s feeling for Spadino. We all remember  at the end of season 1, he was disgusted when he found out about Spadino’s homosexuality. And yes, in the end of season 2 he said “te voglio bene, Spadì”, which in italian means “i love you” but as a friend, a brother in this case, because he keeps on calling him “fratè” (fratello= brother). So I was sure that there would be a moment in which Spadino would make a big mistake and Aureliano would just break up their friendship. Also because I was still thinking the series was a prequel to the movie. Luckily from the first episode with Samurai’s death we find out this isn’t true anymore. I became more and more confident that their friendship would go on, no matter what.

In fact there are mistakes on both parts, Spadino and Aureliano, but they know they could only trust each other now. They put this relationship above everything else, families and business. 

Spadino also tries to kill his brother for Aureliano, but he just can’t, because his family is still too important in that moment. And the following scene is just heartbreaking. Spadino tells Aureliano he is sorry because he wasn’t good enough to kill his brother, and that it would have been better if his family killed him only for being a “faggot”. 

And Aureliano does something very sweet. Something strange if you think how disgusted he was about Spadino being gay. 

He caresses his neck, his thumb stroking Spadino’s cheeks tenderly, like he wants him to finally accept himself for who he truly is. And this shows us that Aureliano has definetely accepted Spadino’s truly essence and, I think, his feelings for him too. Because, come on, it’s obvious he knows!! I’m not saying he loves him back romantically, but of course he cares so much about Spadino, more than anything else. 

From now on it’s a crescendo of events and tension which leads us to the final episode. 

Spadino wants to kill his brother once and for all, but he falls into the trap of his father-in-law and Manfredi. So, this is the crucial event. Aureliano is about to put his hands on the key to rule Rome, the power he has always wanted. But Nadia calls him and tells him about Spadino being in danger. 

Sibilla tells him “It’s not time for feelings”, but Aureliano doesn’t think twice and goes straight to save Spadino. 

Now, it was a real surprise, seeing him throwing away the power to save his best friend’s life. This is a classic foolish act he would do, but for the first time it’s also the most heroic and altruistic thing he has ever done. Also because then, he understands that the only way to save Spadino is to sacrifice himself. 

So he winks at him, as if he wants to reassure him, tells him “ciao fratè” and then goes out shooting at Manfredi’s men. 

Do we have to talk about him dying in Spadino’s arms? Because it’s too hard to do it. But we’ll try. 

Of course Spadino tries to reassure him that he’s going to be ok. But no, they both know Aureliano is dying. And Spadino knows he’s losing the love of his life, the only person who gave a meaning to literally everything that he still has. 

The whole scene is heartbreaking. But the moment that hit me most is when Spadino tells him “Don’t leave me”. I mean, how can you go on living after that? Please, tell me if you know. 

So Aureliano sacrifices himself for Spadino. If this isn’t love, I don’t know what else it is then. And with him gone, Spadino loses his heart too, but now he has the strenght and the anger to get his revenge and finally kills his brother with the same knife he gave him. 

The end is so sad. The way he wants to say goodbye to Aureliano, all alone, in the middle of the sea. It’s the best and saddest scene I’ve ever seen in a while. 

He knows he can’t show his pain like Nadia does after, so he  allows himself this moment of privacy where he can be with Aureliano finally alone, cradle him in his arms, caress him and kiss him, basically what he has really wanted to do to him, but he wasn’t allowed to. 

He also gives Nadia Aureliano’s ring. He could have kept for himself, but even now he puts Aureliano above everything else. I think he knows Aureliano would want Nadia to have his ring. 

Besides, nothing matters now to Spadino, not even Angelica. When she didn’t want anything more from him, after losing the baby, he still wanted to be with her and have a family. But that was because Aureliano was still alive. And like he says, on the beach scene, she was right thinking that his heart was with Aureliano, and that was true when Aureliano was alive, but also after his death. So now life itself has lost meaning to Spadino and he gives up on everything, Angelica and his family. 

He chooses to be alone, with his grief and his feeling guilty, because knowing him, he does feel Aureliano’s death is his own fault. I was thinking that Spadino would be the one to die, but meanwhile I really hoped he would survive in a way. And he did, but I think with Aureliano gone, he is as well as he died with him. 

I think I’ll be missing these two guys a lot, the way they laugh with each other, how much they care for each other, and the amazing development of their characters and their bond.

Besides Alessandro and Giacomo had such a strong chemistry which gave a lot to their characters. It was just incredibile, and being Italian, I’m so proud of this series and the wonderful job all the staff did. 

if you have read so far, thank you and... DAJE!! 

[naivesilver]

*did somebody call my name?* Helloooo, scrolled down your latest posts and saw the shout out🤣 Ahh yes. Isn’t it sad really? The second he realises he’s failed magic starts seeping out of him. U can see his eyes turn into saucers and shock take over as he runs after her and then BAM, blue mist, quite a lot of it all at once also. The Bonnie&Clyde aka Ems&Augs moments♥️Best partners in crime ever IMO. The ugly ducklings *sniffs* Also, agree on Archie’s comment (damn unresolved foreshadowing) Jojo

CIAO JOJO how nice is it to hear from you

I'll tell you, I was watching the fight in the woods scene like a hawk waiting for it. I'm so mad tbh, was it really necessary to put this concept of him giving up on his own fate in my mind???? August's already a big enough source of angst on his own smh.

Except when he's with Emma ❤❤❤❤❤ forget Bonnie and Clyde, this is Salvo Montalbano and Mimì Augello levels of investigative idiocy. I love them so much it's unreal, @writers why didn't you give me more of them???? Uh????

Listen, Blue is an obscenely incompetent parental figure. I might be a lousy nanny and caretaker, but at least I never told a newly transformed child that he ought to behave OR ELSE. Twice. And I mean, we have never said August was a fair judge of himself akshdkhdkdhdjs he's probably already fucking tired of the lies being the only thing people remember of him. He did lots of other stuff, guys!!! He was supposed to be the star of a circus once, and yet nobody throws clown noses at him. Truly tragic.

I'M NOT APOLOGIZING it makes sense and he looked baby baby when he arrived in the LWM. He just wanted to seem strong and capable enough to protect Emma, okay?

Don't study too much, and make sure to rest plenty. See you soon!