#i know why you did it but i love you all the same. per sempre migliore

[fishbloc]

i forgive you

#grian #goodtimeswithscar #desert duo #3rd life #trafficblr #咸鱼.jpg #forgiving my friend is the closest i'll ever get to fully accept her passing #i know why you did it but i love you all the same. per sempre migliore #📕

[dolene]

TYING YOU TO ME!

summary: nobody knows where the invisible strings could take you to. no one could ever see the threads, but the clues were surely there. you just don't realize it.

four times charles said his happy birthday, one time y/n said it back.

anonymous requested: Hi, sooo since it's my birthday in a couple of days I wanted to request a smau with Charles Leclerc's birthday post for his gf through the years like a childhood friend to lovers kinda thing and the internet is just being obsessed with them.

pairing: charles leclerc x childhood friend!reader

author's note: this is such a sweet request from you nonny! i wish you a happiest and sweetest birthday whenever it is<3

FEBRUARY, 2019

charles_leclerc

liked by arthur_leclerc, and 467,213 others

charles_leclerc It's been a long time since you're becoming my best friend, Y/n. But unfortunately your mama doesn't trust me with your childhood pictures, so she gave me this.

But I wish you the happiest birthday, Mon loulou😉🎂

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yourusername Since when did you becoming poetic like this?

yourusername But OMG thank you, Cha! I LOVE YOUUUUU

username MON LOULOU DAAAAANGGG

username i need to scream to my pillow she's so adorableeeee

arthur_leclerc Believe it or not, I have more of her embarrassing photos

  ⤷ charles_leclerc Send it to my phone now

  ⤷ yourusername You're dead

username i can't believe today is her birthday. happy birthday, y/n

username AWW TOINY Y/NNNNN

landonorris she looks so little (same as today)

oscarpiastri I've never knew this was Y/n until Lily told me it was her. Happy birthday, Y/n. I hope you can be in McLaren next time.

  ⤷ scuderiaferrari Not until we do it faster.

  ⤷ mclaren I love to see you try

username she's so adorable 😍

username I wish my best friend does this

FEBRUARY, 2020

charles_leclerc

liked by carlossainz55, and 594,355 others

charles_leclerc Wishing the happiest of birthdays to the coolest person i know my entire life🎂😄 ＠yourusername

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carlossainz55 I bet that she's cooler than you

  ⤷ charles_leclerc NOBODY is better than the original.

username Shes really cool, now I know why is she called the coolest person he know

  ⤷ username she got that tiktok style

luisinhaoliveira99 Feliz aniversário!!! 😙😙

mickschumacher Thanks for cropping me off the picture 😔👍🏻

  ⤷ yourusername Sorryyyyy

username HAPPYYYY BIRTHDAAAAY

username LITERALLY OBSESSED W THEM

username racer bestie + influencer bestie

username imagine being wished every year like this by charles

charles_leclerc added a photo to their story! 3h

caption: Selfie with the birthday girl

FEBRUARY 2021

charles_leclerc

liked by landonorris, and 639,427 others

charles_leclerc She's a menace. Happy birthday baguette eater.

👤: ＠yourusername, ＠joris__trouche

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landonorris ooohhhh myyyy

username is this the undiscovered dirty self of THE charles leclerc??

username BAGUETTE EATER???????

username idk who's the menace here

yourusername STOPPP😭😭😭

username I can't believe that he is this dirty sometimes

username and lando is the fastest on liking this one yet is making me cry

yourusername YOU PROMISE WOULDN'T POST THIS

  ⤷ charles_leclerc Sorry, can't help it, Arthur said i need to post this

  ⤷ arthur_leclerc THE BETRAYAL

FEBRUARY, 2022

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Still be the coolest and the nicest person I've ever had, and now she is my girlfriend. Happy birthday, loulou. ti amerò per sempre.

👤: ＠yourusername

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yourusername anch'io ti amo per sempre😭😭😭😭😭

username Loulou pronounced lulu, that means i'm sleepy so let's sleep and be delulu

lilyzneimer Ahhh happy birthday, sweetheart!

georgerussell63 Happy happy birthday Y/n. have a visit to London, so that Carmen and I could make you some muffins 😉

carlossainz55 Happy birthday Y/n, don't forget to join me and Isa tomorrow!

isahernaez Have the happiest of birthday, Y/n

username 😭😭😭 I still can't believe they're really together

username when will i date my best friend like this

  ⤷ username DONT GIVE ME IDEAS

FEBRUARY, 2023

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, and 724,560 others

charles_leclerc A year has passed since the time that I asked you to be my girlfriend. Joris said that he took more, but unfortunately the camera took a swim, and that leave us with this grainy picture.

And anyways, I wish you a marvelous birthday to my beloved girlfriend, ＠yourusername. never change.

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yourusername I LOVE YOU TOOOO CHARLES I'M CRYING SO HARD RN

joris__trouche 😉😉👍🏻

username i love them your honor

username parents

username MAMA Y PAPA😍😍😘😚

lilymhe Charles, I am not aware of your games

username 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username i need to have it like them because if i'm not i'm going to explode

username EVERY 😭😭 FUCKING 😭😭 YEARS😭😭

username i wanna cry i want this so much

username poetic charles are gonna be my favorite gender fr

username joris when i catch you joris

carmenmmundt Happy birthday to you, Y/n!

nicholaslatifi Oh you Lovebirds... 🥹

OCTOBER 16TH, 2024

yourusername

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yourusername Who knew that this tiny man is once my best friend?

Even though I got my hair slicked back, putting up my fakest smile, and wearing the black dress you hate; I'm still amazed that you were still there for me whenever i could count on you.

And now that you're my boyfriend, I cannot be more grateful for that. Happy birthday, big boy. Je t'aime pour toujours.❤️❤️

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leclerc_pascale 🥳🥳🥳

username WHO'S CUTTING ONION HERE

carlossainz55 I've noticed that you both are doing great with words now, happy birthday, Cabrón.

username a lil spicy on the eyes don't you think

username HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLES😭😭😭

landonorris that's cute. happy birthday

username ISN'T😭IT😭 JUST😭SO😭PRETTY😭TO😭THINK😭ALL😭ALONG😭THERE😭WAS😭SOME😭 INVISIBLE 😭STRING😭TYING😭YOU😭TO😭ME😭

username I've had enough, I need to date my best friend

username i'm not yet moved on from charles's birthday wishes to y/n, and now i'm screwed by thinking about this

lewishamilton Happy birthday, mate

scuderiaferrari Have the happiest birthday to you, Champ! ✨❤️

#duhyork's artwork ৎ #charles leclerc #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x female reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 x female reader

[luv4fandoms]

Another headcanon that my brain just thought of with the headcanon of Marko being Italian.

Slightly nsfw. Fem!Reader

Calling him an Italian Stallion

The first time you said it was teasingly, everyone was heading to the boardwalk and as you followed you just said "I call dibs on riding with the Italian Stallion"

The grin on Marko's face was instant

Like full on shit eating, ego has been boosted grin

The second time you said it was more loving

Marko was watching you as you come back to their bikes, hand and hand with Laddie.

He noticed some surfer Nazis staring at you as you played the games, winning the small boy the stuffed bat he wanted.

He knew he couldn't just walk over and kill them, as much as he wanted to.

You noticed his gaze once you stood next to him and followed it to a group of guys all staring at the two of you.

Rolling your eyes you looked back at Marko, turning his head to face you.

"Ignore them"

"they're staring"

"let them stare, you know I only have eyes for my Italian Stallion" you told him with a playful smile, a smile that was quickly mirrored on his face before he pulled you in for a deep kiss

Little did the two of you know that at the same time, while kissing, you both flipped off the group of guys.

The third time it was your turn to be a bit jealous.

Some girl thought she had the right to come up and outright flirt with Marko

You had been talking to Paul near his bike as you both looked around the crowd for his potential hookup/meal that night when you first heard it

That God awful giggle followed by a "well hello handsome, you look like a fun time"

You and Paul turned at the same time, noticing a blonde girl twirling her hair and eyeing Marko like she wanted to eat him

You internally laughed because you knew it would be the other way around

But never the less you could feel your blood boil when she laid her hand on his arm, leaning in to talk to him.

"I've seen your group around before, you get into fights a lot" she giggled. "But I've also seen you cuss people out in Italian, that's hot, I love Italian men. You maybe wanna let me go for a ride on your bike?"

And with that you were done.

"The only one riding on that bike and that Italian Stallion is me, and if you'd like to keep that hand of yours unbroken I suggest you remove it from his arm" you spoke behind her, watching as she slowly turned to face you, eyes wide.

Marko on the other hand had the biggest grin on his face

And low-key may have popped a boner at your territorialism

"And you are?" She actually had the nerve to ask.

"His girlfriend, now you have five seconds before I rip your throat out. 5!"

And with that she was gone with her group of friends, looking at you like you were completely insane.

Marko on the other hand was cackling

To him it was the funniest shit, after all, he had no desire for any girl but you, but how quickly you shut her down made him feel almost..proud in a way.

"You weren't jealous were you babe?" He asked with that shit eating grin as he pulled you in close.

"Not jealous, jealousy is when you know there is a possibility of losing. I'm territorial, simply protecting what's mine"

"What's yours huh?" He asked, grin now buried against your neck, Marko never had someone flat out tell him he belonged to them, and he wouldn't lie and say it wasn't doing things to him.

"why don't we head back to the cave? I can grab a snack tomorrow" he said with that grin that said you were in for a long night.

The fourth time you said it was after you got back to the cave.

Things were getting hot and heavy

Clothes were already off

Kisses had become messy

And Marko had already made you cum twice just with his tongue and fingers alone.

"You ready baby?" He asked, breath ragged from holding himself back.

"Show me what you got, Italian Stallion" you told him with a wink, listening to the growl that left him before he pounced, trapping your wrists against the bed with his hands. Your legs wrapping around his waist.

"sei tutto mio, amore mio per sempre" he whispered against your lips.

(Google translated that last bit so sorry if it's a bit off lol. But it said it means "you are all mine, my love forever")

Italian Marko really has me in a chokehold not gonna lie.

#honestly i feel like i need to write more about him being italian #they flow too easily not to lol #the lost boys #the lost boys headcanons #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys smut #marko the lost boys #the lost boys marko x reader #tlb #marko tlb #tlb 1987 #tlb smut #tlb x reader #tlb marko x reader #tlb headcanons #tlb hc

[vvanessaives]

OC SONG TAG

i was tagged by @nuclearstorms and @arklay thank you so much both of you mwah ♡

many already got tagged and since i don’t wanna bother everyone again i’m tagging whoever wants to do this!! literally do this, have fun and say i tagged you :3

step 1 ∶ create your oc (or ocs) in this picrew (i cheated on this one and didn’t do the picrew jsdhjhd) step 2 ∶ list 5 songs that inspired (or captured the feel of) your oc. if you choose multiple, feel free to pick your favourite or do songs for all of them! (feel free to list fewer or more songs if you want)

VESPER MOXLEY

Sacrifice - The Weeknd

i was born in a city | where the winter nights don't ever sleep | so this life's always with me | the ice inside my veins will never bleed

In your eyes - Jessie Ware

you were here before, then you go away | but i never left, i feel just the same | what i wanna know, did something change? | 'cause i can hardly breathe | i'm feeling like i wanna be free | from feeling this pleasure and the pain | but it never goes away | 'cause it's harder to see | when you're giving me every look i need | i live again | don't wanna be saved | but what i'm trying to say is that | it feels like | we've been dancing to this song all of our lives | and when you're here, i leave the world behind

Zero - Mahmood

prometto di essere più forte | perché per me sei tutto anche se | in questo mondo siamo | zero + nulla è zero se lo paragoni al cielo

(+ translation: i promise to be stronger | because to me you are everything even if | in this world we are | zero + nothing is zero if you compare it to the sky)

Little Dark Age - MGMT

breathing in the dark, lying on its side | the ruins of the day painted with a scar | and the more i straighten out, the less it wants to try | the feelings start to rot, one wink at a time

I Always Wanna Die (Sometimes) - The 1975

i bet you thought your life would change | but you're sat on a train again | your memories are sceneries | for things you said but never really meant // but your death, it won't happen to you | it happens to your family and your friends

FENIX HAYES

The End of the World - Sharon Van Etten

why does the sun go on shining? | why does the sea rush to shore? //  why do the birds go on singing? | why do the stars glow above? //  don't they know it's the end of the world? | 'cause you don't love me anymore

Better Version - Sabrina Claudio

i made the perfect you in my head | 'cause physically, you are the blueprint | but internally, god damn you're a mess | so to stay with you, i had to imagine

Inguaribile e Romantico - Ghemon

vorrei poterti offrire una versione | almeno un briciolo migliore di me | ma ormai mi hai in pugno e sai piuttosto bene | che spesso flirto con la solitudine | sto tra confini dove innalzo muri | e diffidenze a cui rimango sotto // vedi da un miglio che ripeto errori inconcepibili da fuori | tu sei il coraggio che a volte mi manca //  e in tutto questo io non ho, non ho | il buongusto di stare in silenzio

(+ translation: i wish i could offer you a version | at least a shred better than me | but by now you have me in hand and you know pretty well | that i often flirt with loneliness | i stand between borders where i build walls | and distrust that i remain under // you see me from a mile repeating inconceivable errors from the outside | you are the courage that i sometimes lack // and in all this i don't have, i don't have | the good taste of being silent)

Icaro è Libero - Mahmood

accusato giustamente di libero arbitrio | un reato che al potere da sempre fastidio | perché ho sognato di volare troppo in alto | perché ho pensato che ogni uomo sulla terra è un santo //  mi han tagliato le ali a colpi di cesoia | per non farmi tornar di volare mai la voglia | ma anche se sto fermo sai mi arriva il vento //  icaro è libero libero | nel corpo e lo spirito | icaro è libero si | e non arretra un centimetro

(+ translation: rightly accused of free will | a crime that has always been a nuisance to power | because i dreamed of flying too high | because i thought that every man on earth is a saint // they cut off my wings with shears | to never make me want to fly again | but even if i stay still you know i can feel the wind come // icarus is free free | in body and spirit | icarus is free yes | and he doesn't back away an inch)

Best Friends - The Weeknd

oh, I don't want to be responsible | for your heart if we fall | 'cause i'll get clumsy and tear it apart | i love you so, but we can't get close | you're my best friend now

#tag games #you can perfectly see the songs where i lose my mind bc are the longest i take parts from. like icaro è libero for fenix is literally BRRRRR #BRAIN STOPS WORKING. THEY WAY ITS SO PERFECT. i love zero for vesper too bc makes me think of her + her brother and i'm just #quietly drying my tears... THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH THEY ARE A FAMILY LIKE FOR THIS WORLD VALUES US LIKE ZERO!! #NOTHING AT ALL!!!! but for me you are everything :(( #in i always wanna die sometimes i think that it fits with ves in the way that she always tries to be strong for others (family mainly) but #if she had to think of herself alone she would let herself slowly die like she would give up trying to fight everything she's tired #'but your death doesn't happen to you but to your family and friends' THATS WHY SHE KEEPS ON FIGHTING BABY!!! SHE DOES IT FOR THEM #with fenix i guess a lot of songs for him would go on how he knows he's fucked up and flawed but he's not gonna change and that makes him #scared of being left alone. alone as he's always been. it's like a decaying process he can't stop. he knows its happening but he doesn't #stop it. oh and in your eyes well......THE FENIX/VES VIBES ARE SCREAMING. same as best friends and inguaribile e romantico #I JUST AAAAA OKAY I'LL STOP I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS FOR AGES #oc: fenix #oc: vesper

[sciatu]

SICILIA - LE FAMIGLIE DEL VINO - Vigneti Fam. Planeta, Famiglia Pellegrino, Tenuta famiglia Agliancino presso il lago arancio, Cantine Florio, Famiglia Alagna, Poggio Bortolone, il vino della famiglia Cusenza, Alberto Tasca D'Almerita, Tenuta Valcerosa di Alice Buonacorsi, Antonio Rallo di Donnafugata, Famiglia Planeta.

Ho deciso di scrivere alcune storie sul vino siciliano, storie che voglio dedicare a mio nonno. Mio nonno mi ha insegnato molte cose e mi portava sempre con se perché io imparassi la vita non dalle sue parole ma dal suo esempio. Il posto dove mi piaceva di più andare con lui era la cantina dove c’erano le botti e le bottiglie di vino. La cantina era un luogo dove non entrava alcuna luce e non sentivi alcun rumore. Ma era viva perché era vivo il vino che l’abitava, il mosto che fermentava, il vino imbottigliato che nella bottiglia mutava. L’unica ricchezza di mio nonno era la sua vigna, morto lui, morì anche lei. Fu giusto così: nessuno avrebbe potuto curarla come la curava lui. Una vigna è come una donna ha bisogno di attenzione, di amore e sacrificio e come ogni donna ti dona un figlio che le assomiglia e che è unico: il vino.

Il vino è un frutto dell’uomo, dell’uva e della terra in cui l’uva nasce. Non è immutabile, ma nasce e cresce finché non muore e in questa sua vita muta, cambia, rinasce o si distrugge a seconda di come lo tratti- Lui dipende da te ma come una donna innamorata ti restituisce tutto l’amore che gli dai. Soprattutto non ha un solo sapore, ne ha moltissimi, intensi sottili, delicati, rubati al terreno dove la vite è cresciuta, presi nel vento, nel sole che l’hanno nutrita, negli sbalzi di temperatura a cui reagisce. Inoltre i grandi vini sono fatti da piccole vigne e da grandi famiglie che negli anni si tramandano non solo la conoscenza nel produrlo, ma soprattutto l’amore del lavoro che pretende. Dietro ogni bottiglia di vino infatti, vi è il lavoro di decine di uomini e di poche semplici macchine, vi è manualità e sudore e questa necessità richiede, giustifica l’amore per quanto si produce. La stessa uva può dare diversi vini per questo il vino non è ovunque uguale ma è mutevole, inquieto, colmo di sapori che ti arrivano nell’anima, e che cambiano o si amalgamano se unisci mosti diversi; questa molteplice unicità rende ogni bottiglia, un’opera d’arte. Per questo, spesso, non si riesce a capirlo, perché non si ha la capacità o gli strumenti per comprenderlo. Tu conosci il profumo della mela verde, il gusto dei frutti rossi di bosco, il sentore di liquirizia o quello del piccate, il profumo dei fiori o di cannella, di anice stellato o la salinità minerale che dà la lava? Se non sai distinguere questi sapori non conoscerai a fondo l’anima di un vino e le suggestioni che ti può dare. Ma anche se non li conosci puoi restarne sempre affascinato e sedotto, piacevolmente legato alle sensazioni che sa evocare. Tutti questi sapori che ti dicevo sono specifici del luogo dove la vigna è cresciuta e di nessun altra, per questo in questo blog dedicato solo alla Sicilia, non posso non parlare di vino perché esso è la sua anima più pura ed intensa, la sua voce dolcissima ed immensa, la sua identità più forte e preziosa. Questa è una delle cose che ho imparato da mio nonno.

I decided to write some stories about Sicilian wine, stories that I want to dedicate to my grandfather. My grandfather taught me many things and always took me with him so that I could learn life not from his words but from his example. The place I liked most to go with him was the cellar where there were barrels and bottles of wine. The cellar was a place where no light came in and you didn't hear any noise. But it was alive because the wine that inhabited it was alive, the must it fermented, the bottled wine that changed in the bottle. My grandfather's only wealth was his vineyard, when he died, she died too. It was right: no one could have treated her as he did. A vineyard is like a woman needs attention, love and sacrifice and like every woman gives you a child who resembles her and who is unique: the wine.

Wine is a fruit of man, of grapes and of the land where the grapes are born. It is not immutable, but it is born and grows until it dies and in this life it changes, is reborn or destroyed depending on how you treat it. He depends on you but like a woman in love he gives you back all the love you give him. Above all, it does not have a single flavor, it has many, intense, subtle, delicate, stolen from the soil where the vine grew, caught in the wind, in the sun that fed it, in the sudden changes in temperature to which it reacts. In addition, the great wines are made from small vineyards and large families who over the years have handed down not only the knowledge in producing it, but above all the love of the work it demands. Behind every bottle of wine, in fact, there is the work of dozens of men and a few simple machines, there is manual skill and sweat and this necessity requires, justifies the love for what is produced. The same grape can give different wines. This is why wine is not the same everywhere but it is changeable, restless, full of flavors that reach your soul, and that change or blend if you combine different musts; this multiple uniqueness makes each bottle a work of art. For this reason, it is often not possible to understand it, because one does not have the ability or the tools to understand it. Do you know the scent of green apple, the taste of red berries, the scent of licorice or that of piccate, the scent of flowers or cinnamon, star anise or the mineral salinity that lava gives? If you can't distinguish these flavors, you cannot know the soul of a wine and the suggestions it can give you. But even if you don't know it, you can always remain fascinated and seduced by the wine, pleasantly tied to the sensations that they can evoke. All these flavors that I was telling you are specific to the place where the vineyard grew and to no other, so in this blog dedicated only to Sicily, I have to talk about wine because for the Sicily, it is its purest and most intense soul, its voice. sweet and immense, its strongest and most precious identity. This is one of the things I learned from my grandfather.

#Sicilia #Sicily #Sicilian Wine #Vinu sicilianu

[justsomeoneunordinary]

Solo Tu

Day 4 of @winteriron-week​: Fluff

Yeah, I said in the last fic that I’d combine day 3 and 4, but I don’t like how it looks like with one missing, so I still wrote this for day 4 specifically.

Also, there is obviously absolutely no chance that I’ll manage finishing the remaining prompts until Wednesday when the collection closes. While I’m a little bit disappointed in myself for that (even though it’s not my fault real life is a thing and got in the way), I still wanna write them all, just because. So, while they won’t be in the collection anymore, I will continue to upload them here on Tumblr as well as on AO3.

T, 1.4k, Tooth-Rotting Fluff With Absolutely Zero Plot Whatsoever | AO3

(Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3)

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Solo tu

Col calore

Quel mattino che rinasce

Intorno al sole

Cosa puo’ piu’ importare

Se la pelle tua si lascia accarezzare

The soft melody of the Italian song woke Bucky. He felt a hand brush through his hair and the smell of coffee rose immediately to his nostrils as he took a deep breath and slowly stretched.

“Your hair is so soft,” Tony murmured as he began to gently pluck on individual strands. “I still don’t know how you do it. After all, we use the same conditioner.”

Bucky just grunted and buried his face deeper into Tony’s lap. A breeze blew through the open window and carried in the smell of the salt water, which blended together with that of the coffee, and automatically put a smile on his face.

“Must be the super soldier serum,” Tony concluded.

This made Bucky snort. “What, you think the serum enhanced my hair’s smoothness?”

“How else can you be two thousand years old and still not suffer from hair loss?” Bucky could literally hear the triumphant grin in Tony’s voice, he didn’t even have to look up.

“Two thousand? Honey, I think you miscalculated a little.”

“Nonsense, I’m a genius—my math is always right.”

Bucky felt another tug of his hair, this time a little firmer than before, and whatever Tony was up to, it couldn’t be good. “Tony, are you trying to pull my hair out of envy? If so, I can assure you that your hair is at least just as beautiful, especially with the gray areas.”

Tony laughed. “‘At least just as beautiful’, you are not exactly modest.” He continued to pull his hair and explained, “No, you dork. I’m braiding it.” As if it were a matter of course.

“Oh, great. Can’t wait to unknot my hair later.”

This earned him a slight pinch on the ear. “Listen, Barnes, I won’t tolerate such disrespect here.”

Bucky grinned and finally opened his eyes, looking up at Tony’s mock insulted expression, because for what he said next, he wanted to see the reaction, “It’s Stark-Barnes now, get your facts straight.”

And yep, there it was: Tony’s eyes immediately shone with joy, emphasized by the morning sun, which turned the wonderful brown into a brilliant gold. A faint smile formed on his lips and it was as if his face were beaming in competition with the sun.

Bucky couldn’t help but take Tony’s left hand in his and kiss the golden ring on his finger, never taking his eyes off Tony’s.

Four days. Four days since they had said “Yes, I do” and retired for their honeymoon here at the Carbonell residence in Sicily. Just the two of them, this way too big house and the sea.

“I ordered F.R.I.D.A.Y. to only disturb us in an emergency. And only if the world is about to doom. Which means, neither an Avengers nor an SI problem will be able to get in our way,” Tony had explained with a grin when they got here and then dragged Bucky to bed without any warning.

With every morning he woke up, Bucky was struck by the wonder that this was indeed real. That after everything they’d both been through, he could still find happiness with Tony. Sometimes the world did give something back.

“God, you’re so cheesy,” Tony complained half-heartedly, while the smile didn’t leave his lips.

Bucky merely raised an eyebrow and pointed with a look at the loudspeaker from which the song was still being played, because…

Solo tu

Stamattina per alzarmi è ancora giorno insieme a te

… not only he was cheesy.

Tony, however, didn’t see the subtle hint, or ignored it (probably the latter) and went back to working on Bucky’s hair.

“Can I at least drink my coffee first since you’ve already made it?”

“No.”

“But then it will get cold until you are finished with the braiding!” Bucky gave him his best pout, which Tony never was able to refuse.

Apart from today, apparently. “It’s Italian coffee, it’s still good cold too,” Tony said, turning his head vigorously. “Now hold still so I don’t screw it up.”

Bucky thought about saying something along the lines of “I only like it when you’re bossy during sex” but knew that Tony would just wink at him and then tease him on purpose. And he admittedly had nothing to complain about; Tony’s hands in his hair felt heavenly. Tony worked gently and carefully, and Bucky could feel a slight vibration as Tony began to hum along with the song. If he hadn’t already been well rested, he could easily have been lulled into sleep like this.

“My mamma,” Tony began to say after a few seconds of silence, “used to wear her hair waist-length when I was a child. A silky blonde that shone like the sun in the light and had utterly fascinated me. I had always watched her with curiosity as she braided it until one day, she taught me to do it for her.”

Bucky ignored the heavy pressures of guilt as best he could whenever Tony talked about his mother. They had discussed the Winter Soldier’s actions long ago and got them out of the way—Bucky knew Tony was telling these things to him not out of malice but because he wanted to share his memories with Bucky.

However, not having a guilty conscience would never be possible for him.

“After that I did her hair almost every day until I was about nine years old,” Tony finished, a tender expression on his face that spoke of wistfulness and nostalgia. Bucky gasped for a moment when Tony turned his head to the side so that the sunrays fell directly on him—tanned skin golden in the glow, eyes shining like amber and contour framed tightly by light.

If there was a God, Tony had to be one of his celestial beings that he had sent to earth. And he was Bucky’s only.

Bucky wanted nothing more than to pull Tony down and seal his lips with Tony’s sinful ones, but the slight pulling of his hair reminded him not to move, so he was content with just taking in every detail of this paradisical picture above him in order to keep it in his memories forever.

“Now,” Tony took a red hair tie from the nightstand that was right next to the two coffee cups—he must have planned that braiding session—and wrapped it at the end of Bucky’s hair, “done.”

Bucky ran his hand over what was, judging by the pattern, a herringbone braid and smiled at Tony. “How do I look?”

“Like a princess,” came the prompt reply.

“But then I also want some flowers decorated with it. For authenticity.”

Tony laughed out loud at that. “There are some hibiscus flowers growing here, if I remember correctly, so that really shouldn’t be a problem.”

Bucky would have flowers in his hair every day without hesitation if it made Tony laugh like that. “Perfect,” he whispered, and finally sat up to kiss Tony. Tony’s lips on his was a feeling he couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of. If it were possible, he would just never stop.

Tony grinned into the kiss and when they parted, Bucky knew immediately what was coming at the sight of the mischief in his eyes. “Coffee first and then sex? After all, we’re already in bed. Well, technically still, but who cares about this kind of trivialities anyway.”

Called it. In response, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “Isn’t the beach private?”

Tony, genius that he was, didn’t take long to understand. “Oh, I like the way you think! See, this is exactly why I married you.”

“Because of the sex?”

“Precisely.”

Bucky couldn’t help but pull Tony on his shirt and kiss the cheeky grin off his face once again. In the background he heard the sound of the waves, as well as the last tones of the song, the smell of coffee and salt water still lingered in the air—and Tony’s mouth tasted of love.

Whatever their future might bring, Bucky knew he could handle it with Tony by his side. Today, tomorrow and as long as they were lucky, however, they would just enjoy themselves and their togetherness.

And then, once they got back to their chaotic everyday life, they would do it hand in hand together.

Solo tu

Mi sai dare

Cose vecchie sempre nuove da sognare

Mille volte tu lo sai

Non è stato uguale mai

—

Solo Tu by Matia Bazar

(I got the translations from an unofficial site, so I don’t know how true they are. To be fair: it’s cheesy and that’s actually all you really need to know anyway.)

Solo tu ≈ Only you

Col calore ≈ With heat

Quel mattino che rinasce ≈ That morning that is reborn

Intorno al sole ≈ Around the sun

Cosa puo’ piu’ importare ≈ What matters most

Se la pelle tua si lascia accarezzare ≈ If your skin lets you caress

&

Solo tu ≈ Only you

Stamattina per alzarmi è ancora giorno insieme a te ≈ This morning to get up is still day with you

&

Solo tu ≈ Only you

Mi sai dare ≈ You can give me

Cose vecchie sempre nuove da sognare ≈ Old things always new to dream

Mille volte tu lo sai ≈ A thousand times you know

Non è stato uguale mai ≈ It was never the same

#may writes #may's moodboards #winteriron #buckytony #starkbucks #tony stark #bucky barnes #WI WEEK 2020 #WinterIron Week #my god this was so sappy i got cavities from writing it #man that was an experience... #never again #gonna write some crack now to wash the sappiness away #also. lol. how obvious is it that i can't write kissing at all? xD #i tried and that's what counts the most i'd say

[zsoof-draws]

saccharine | a seccolata playlist

pronouns and stuff are adjusted x)   [ the link is  h e r e  ]

saccharine — jazmin bean: everything you do/ i'm obsessed with you/i don't mean to scare/ but you're just so cute/ every move you make/ you're fucking sweeter than a cake/i wanna cut you up/ and put you in my oven just to bake/ this shit is scaring me/ the thought of caring/ for anyone makes me want to scream/ looking at you makes me wanna/ gouge out my eyes/ bloody surprise/ like cherry pie/ will you be mine?/ saccharine, feeling kind of sick vomit in my teeth/ i don't want this responsibility

baby eyes — green day: they say my middle name is danger/ the guy you keep away from strangers / i’m out of control/ oh baby when i see your pretty face/ god rest your fucking soul/ 'cause baby, baby I was born to kill

prescription — mindless self indulgence: i'm the doctor, i'm the patient/ don't forget that, it's important/ if ya love me, like i love me/ everybody will be sorry

nine inch nails — closer: i broke apart my insides/ help me/ i've got no soul to sell/ i wanna fuck you like an animal/ i wanna feel you from the inside/ my whole existence is flawed/ you get me closer to god

fuck time — green day: take a look into my eyes/ i wanna hold you 'til you're paralyzed/ oh baby, baby, it's fuck time/ you know i really want to make you mine

dna — little mix: no scientist or biology/ it’s only natural that i'm so affected/ and my heart won't beat again/ if i can't feel him in my veins/ no need to question, i already know/ it's in his dna

turn me on — nicki minaj: doctor, doctor, need you back home/ doctor doctor, where you at? give me something/i need your love, i need your loving/ you got that kind of medicine that keeps me coming

the dismemberment song — blue kid: hold still, my sweet/ i'm trying to measure the space between your molar and your jaw/ this caliper– no cause for fear/ no, it... it doesn't hurt/ it only helps me measure how much skin you have

can’t decide — scissor sisters: i can't decide/ whether you should live or die/ you'll probably go to heaven/ please don't hang your head and cry/ no wonder why/ my heart feels dead inside/ it's cold and hard and petrified/ lock the doors and close the blinds/ we're going for a ride

culling of the fold — the decemberists: cut him up boy/ he's a wicked disgrace/ and he said it to your face/ you better cut him up boy/ take him by the teeth/ get him down on his knees/ with your hands all shaking

what do they know? — mindless self indulgence: beat me up/ beat me down/ mess me up/ beyond all recognition/ for what it's worth/ i'd do it again/ with no consequence/ i will do it again

adrenalize — in this moment: i must confess i'm addicted to this/ shove your kiss straight through my chest/ i can't deny, i'd die without this/ make me feel like a god

love buzz —  shocking blue: would you believe me when i tell you/ you're the king of my heart/ please don't deceive me when I hurt you/ just ain't the way it seems

cascade — siouxsie and the banshees: the air was shining/ shining like a wedding ring/ barbed like sex/ i felt ten thousand volts/ my chest was full of eels/ pushing through my usual skin/ i opened up new wounds/ pouting, shouting

tear you apart — she wants revenge: he wanted her and this was bad/ he wanted to do things to him it was making him crazy/ now a little crush turned into a like/ and now he wants to grab him by the hair and tell her/ i want to hold you close/ skin pressed against me tight/ lie still, and close your eyes, boy/ i want to fucking tear you apart

drain you — nirvana: i don't care what you think unless it is about me/ it is now my duty to completely drain you/ chew my meat for you/ pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss/ from my mouth to yours/ i like you

touch — lights fade low: no one will stain you/ no one will pain you/ i'll keep you clean until my end/ no one will hurt you/ the way that i hurt you/ nothing will feel the same again

polly — nirvana: i think she wants some water/ to put out the blowtorch / let me clip your dirty wings/ let me take a ride, cut yourself/ want some help, please myself

qual — xmal deutschland: deine qual ist meine lust/ meine liebe ist dein tod/ nachts wenn du schläfst bin ich lebendig/ mein tag ist deine dämmerung/ meine wiege ist dein grab

clown — switchblade symphony: crying loud, you are crawling on the floor/ just a beautiful baby/ you're nothing more/ close your eyes/ you are crawling into sleep/ i swear i won't break you/ if you let me take you/ where the willows never weep

church of no return — Christian death: in the beginning there was sinning/ and in the end, well, let's pretend/ blessed is the fruit i dare you/ to take another bite of it/ and somehow i think you will/ in spite of it

bloody mary — lady gaga: love is just a history that they may prove/ and when you're gone/ i'll tell them my religion's you

spiritual cramp — christian death: crosses burn your temples on slaughter avenue/ it takes too much time to say 'i refuse'/ time is digging graves for the chosen few/ children dig graves for me and you/ describe the illness i'll prescribe the cure

cavity - first communion — christian death: nailing you to the wall/ nailing you to the spanish mystic/ i sit and hold hands with myself/ i sit and make love to myself/ i've got blood on my hands/ i've got blood on your hands

where did you sleep last night — nirvana: my boy, my boy, don't lie to me/ tell me where did you sleep last night

lithium — nirvana: i'm so happy/ 'cause today I found my friends/ they're in my head/ and i'm not scared, light my candles/ in a daze 'cause i've found god/ i like it, i'm not gonna crack/ i miss you, i'm not gonna crack/ i love you, i'm not gonna crack/ i killed you, i'm not gonna crack

carpe diem — green day: carpe diem, a battle cry/ are we all too young to die?/ making a living/ making a killing/ what's worth forgiving?

dirty rotten bastards — green day: calling all the demons, this is the season/ next stop is therapy/ we're the retarded and the brokenhearted/ the season of misery/ gonna take it further/ get away with murder/ and no one here is getting out alive

witness — mindless self indulgence (yes, unironically. no, i’m not writing down the lyrics.)

brain stew — green day: my mind is set on overdrive/ the clock is laughing in my face/ a crooked spine, my senses dulled/ passed the point of delirium/ on my own, here we go

minority — green day (my big cio song!!): i pledge allegiance to the underworld/ a face in the crowd unsung, against the mold/ without a doubt singled out the only way I know/ 'cause I want to be the minority/ i don't need your authority/ down with the moral majority

dr. feelgood — mötley crüe (dealer cio dealer cio dealer cio): i've got one thing you'll understand/ he’s not what you'd call a glamorous man/ got one thing that's easily understood/ he’s the one they call dr. feelgood

ich will — rammstein: ich will dass du mir vertraut/ ich will dass du mir glaubt/ ich will deine blicke spüren/ ich will jeden herzschlag kontrollieren/ ich will deine phantasie/ ich will deine energie/ ich will deine hände sehen/ ich will in beifall untergehen

gimme chocolate — babymetal: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

candy candy — kyary pamy pamyu (see above)

body — mother mother: take my eyes, take them aside/ take my face, and desecrate/ my arms and legs/ they get in the way

spellbound — siouxsie and the banshees: from the cradle bars/ comes a beckoning voice/ it sends you spinning/ you have no choice/ following the footsteps/ of a rag doll dance/ spellbound

someone’s in the wolf — queens of the stone age: he steps between the trees, a crooked man/ there's blood on the blade/ don't take his hand/ tempt the fates, beware the smile/ it hides all the teeth, my dear/ what's behind them/ so glad you could stay/ forever

gutter glitter — switchblade symphony: iridescent eyes, of the seahorse rise/ treasure he loves, others despise/ braceletes of silver adorn my wrists/ candy kissed from sugar lips

l’insetto — hiroshima mon amour: io voglio il cuore, io voglio il sangue/ voglio bruciare, voglio uscire/ io voglio andare dove mi porta la coscienza/ di essere un insetto/ voglio fuggire, voglio tornare/ é sempre il tempo per sognare/ ed ai miei occhi un fiore è differente/ un insetto è differente dagli occhi di un insetto

a day — clan of xymox: where are you/ when i am needing you… so far away/ i think you're the most important to me to me/ my sunken footsteps put themselves on/ through this gallery of deceased

restless heart syndrome — green day: i've got a really bad disease/ it's got me begging on my hands and knees/ so, take me to emergency/ 'cause something seems to be missing/ i'm elated, medicated/ lord knows i've tried to find a way/ to run away/ you’d be surprised what I endure

wallflower — switchblade symphony: something is happening underneath the ground/ for he’s been waiting to bloom/ thinking and wondering/ of his climb up to the sun/ “let me grow… the soil, it strangles me”

#seccolata #cioccolata jojo #secco jojo #jjba pt 5 #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jojo pt 5 #cioccolata/secco #my playlists #saccharine

[trans-snart]

So I couldn’t stop thinking about Joe & Nicky and Origin of Love, and that spiraled into a MIKA-specific playlist because that’s just the kind of gay I am. Enjoy!

It can be shuffled, of course, but the song order forms a narrative structure as well. Selected lyrics are under the cut for anyone interested!

Playlist title comes from the live performance of Lollipop where the lyrics were changed to "but now I'm 32 years old / and all that bullshit I was told / I lived my life and love was found / and love never let me down"

*I personally did not do any of the translating for the French or Italian, but please let me know if there’s an error that should be corrected! Click the titles for the full song translations!

Any Other World:

Take a bow, play the part of a lonely, lonely heart / Say goodbye to the world you thought you lived in, to the world you thought you lived in

I tried to live alone / But lonely is so lonely, alone / So, human as I am / I had to give up my defenses

Overrated:

Words get broken, cut me open / Love confound me, kill me quickly / Breathe out, breathe in / Throw me living off the deep end while I’m sleeping / I'm a crazy fool, I'm a fool addicted / To the touch of you, to your poison kisses / What you got to lose? / What do you think this is?...

Offered up my wrist, and you thought you hit it / But your arrow missed, couldn’t kill me with it / All I asked of you was to free my pain / So you couldn’t do this to me again

Heroes:

It's your blood on me / And my blood on you / But to make you bleed / The only thing I wouldn't do...

We fight, we yearn / We never learn / And through it all / The hero falls

I wish there was a way / To give you a hand to hold / 'Cause you don't have to die in your glory / Die, to never grow old

Porcelain:

It's a small cry that is screaming inside / It's a paper cut that is bleeding me dry / Porcelain, it's the state that I'm in / Hold me carefully, just one breath could shatter me

'Cause you and I, were one of a kind, unbreakable / How was I supposed to find / Out that I'd crumble

I Went To Hell Last Night:

I went to hell last night / Followed you there, I was standing by your side / The saddest thing I've ever seen / Made me angrier than I've ever been / But in the darkest place, a saving grace / After all we've been through / Though it kills me to say this / There's a little bit of God in you…

And one day you will see / Part of you is part of me / There's a little bit of God in everything

L’amour Fait Ce Qu’il Veut:

Pour ce salaud [For this bastard] / Je fais le tour de la terre [I go all around the world] / Jusqu'au Congo [To Congo] / Je m'enfuis dans le désert du Sahara [I flee into the Sahara Desert] / Tout en haut du sommet de l'Himalaya [Way up high from the Himalayan peak] / Sur la lune, à Cuba [To the moon, to Cuba]

Mais l'amour fait ce qu'il veut, fait ce qu'il veut de moi [But love does what it wants, does what it wants with me] / Mais l'amour, baby blue, fait ce qu'il veut de nous [But love, baby blue, does what it wants with us]

I See You:

I'm sitting across from you / I'm dreaming of the things I'd do / I don't speak, you don't know me at all / For fear of what you might do / I say nothing but stare at you / And I'm dreaming, I'm tripping over you

Truth be told, my problems solved / You mean the world to me but you'll never know / You could be cruel to me / Why go risking the way / That I see you?...

I'm standing across from you / I've dreamt alone, now the dreams won't do

Talk About You:

Walk through the jungle that used to be my town / Everything's different, you've turned it upside down / It happened to me, totally unprepared / Just the beginning, but I'm not even scared / ‘Cause living like this is risking all that I know / And if it kills me, that's the way I want to go

Domani:

Cercherò una scusa per sentirmi fragile [I'll try to find an excuse to feel fragile] / Perché tu mi fai paura e non lo so nascondere [Because you scare me and I can't hide it] / Il cuore ha sempre ciò che vuole [The heart always has what it wants] / Ma io vorrei soltanto i graffi sulla schiena [But I just want the scratches on my back] / Nudi nel retrovisore [Naked in the rear-view mirror] / In macchina io e te con la radio accesa [You and me in the car with the radio on]...

Pensiamo troppo al domani [We think too much about tomorrow] / Ma oggi siamo qui e non ci troviamo più [But today we are here we no longer find ourselves] / Chissà cosa sarà domani [Who knows what tomorrow might bring] / Non vedo il panorama resti solo tu [I don't see the view, just you]

Feels Like Love:

Baby, look at us / Any fool could see / I was made for you / And you were made for me / Okay, tell me no / And we could play that game / Waste a lot of time, but still feel the same

We could walk away / And just like others would / Or we live our lives / Like we know we should / 'Cause it feels like / Yes, it feels like love...

This is how it is, after just one kiss / Do you really think I'm inventing this? / 'Cause it feels like love to me

Tiny Love:

I couldn't train a bunch of doves to spell your name / It's a 'don't-know-what-they're-missing' kind of love

Our kind of love, it gets better every day / Crazy colors in the grey, our love / Tiny love, it's a tiny love...

Oh, tiny love / So small that you can't find us / The world revolves around us / Oh, tiny love / This kind of love, it can't be no other way / One kind of love blows the other ones away

Step With Me:

Is this happening to me? / Have I lost all my defenses? / Should I wait around and see / What it's like to lose my senses? / Always looking for the chase / From the high ground to the ditches / But the chase I'll never miss / Now I know what happiness is...

Sun is shining up ahead / In 30 years we'll still be happy / Making movies in my head / Making Hollywood look tiny / Don't know why but all your words / Sound just like a melody / From the pieces that I've heard / I could build a symphony

Boum Boum Boum:

Pas la peine d'aller cavaler [An escapade isn't needed] / Y’a que ça qui m’fait voyager [This is what makes me travel] / Pas les cocotiers de Tulum [Not the coconut palms of Tulum] / Quand toi et moi on fait boum boum boum [When you and I are making boom boom boom]

Et tous les bourgeois du seizième [And all the sixteenth's bourgeois] / Se demandent pourquoi je t'aime [Wonder why I love you] / Pour le voir pas besoin d'un zoom [To see it, they don't need a zoom] / Quand toi et moi on fait boum boum boum [When you and I are making boom boom boom]

Sanremo:

If I could, I know where I'd be / In a little town in Italy / Close your eyes, come away with me / Tomorrow we will be / Sitting by the seaside / Drinking up the sunshine / You're here, so why don't we go / Dancing in Sanremo? / We could be there in a couple of hours / To the place with the yellow flowers / Somewhere only we know / Sunset in Sanremo

To feel like this / Is one in a million / A suspended moment / Can we seal it with a tender kiss?

Sound Of An Orchestra:

You don’t even know everything I hear / Every move, every note, every time you’re near / If I close my eyes, promise I can see / A hundred people playing and it’s just for me / I can hear it, I can hear it, I can hear it, I swear / All the music you’re provoking, filling up the air

Tiny Love (Reprise):

This tiny love, it might be small / But it's the greatest of them all / This tiny love would disappear / You can't forget that it was here / We are tiny to the world, but in our hearts / We are giants with our tiny, tiny love…

And if it all goes bad / And our love sets like the sun / I'd give up a hundred thousand loves / For just this one

Origin Of Love:

You are the sun and the light / You are the freedom I fight / God will do nothing to stop it / The origin is you / You’re the origin of love...

Like every word that you preach / Like every word that you teach / With every rule that you breach / You know the origin is you

From the air I breathe, to the love I need / Only thing I know, you're the origin of love / From the God above, to the one I love / Only thing that's true, the origin is you...

Your love is air, I breathe it in around me / Don't know it's there, but without it I'm drowning

Love, you're the origin of love / (thank God that you found me)

#the old guard #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #joe x nicky #nicky x joe #togsource #mika #mikasounds #come and get your yearning i guess!! #hyperfocus projects: a summary #but will i actually write the story to go with this?? only time will tell #idk i had fun with it hope y'all like it 😘 #tumblr tagging hates me fingers crossed people will actually see it lmao

[chiefnooniensingh]

neither the angels nor the demons (a joe x nicky one-shot)

Rated: T Warnings: Major character death Summary: Joe and Nicky face the worst thing yet. A/n: So I was on my way to a meeting when I was suddenly struck by the terrible thought of either Nicky or Joe dying, leaving the other alone in this world. And because I'm a massive masochist, I decided to write it. I am so sorry.

The title is (loosely) from "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe

also on: ao3

Joe had always known the day was coming. Of course he'd known, he's not an idiot. But knowing it and being prepared to face it were two vastly different things. Something he was going to find out very soon.

Joe and Nicky had been mourning the death of Booker, whose wounds, after nearly a millennium of fighting, finally stopped healing. Sebastian Le Livre went peacefully and calmly into the next world, and they were happy that he had finally found peace…it still hurt. They had also taken another immortal into their little family, a small spitfire of a person named Kati, with whom Nile had formed a bond not unlike Joe and Nicky’s own.

Even though Joe wasn’t aging, he was starting to feel old. Slowly, he was starting to understand the haunted look he had been seeing on Andy’s face, in the year before the Merrick incident. Increasingly, he noticed he was forgetting things. Names, places, times. History blurs together when you see so much of it. He knew his Nicky felt the exact same way. They fought for what was good and what was just, they knew this world still needed them, but sometimes Joe wished he would go to sleep and never wake up.

A feeling that would intensify a thousand-fold very soon, though Joe was unaware of it. At this very moment, he was trying to keep a group of deadly assassins from assassinating a group of children.

“Joe!” Nile’s scream was of an intensity that Joe seldom heard, and his heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t often the ex-marine was so overcome with fear that her throat rasped when she screamed. Ending the last assassin’s life, Joe turned on his heels and ran towards the sound of Nile, who was still yelling his name frantically.

It took him a second to register what he was seeing. Then he dropped to his knees, feeling like he’d been shot in the chest point-blank. Nile’s hands were slick with blood, her entire body was trembling, and tears were streaming freely down her face as Kati looked on helplessly. Between them lay Nicky, a gaping wound in his side. “He’s not healing, why isn’t he healing, oh my god!” Nile yelled frantically. “Joe, I’m so sorry, I tried to stop them, I did, I’m so – ”

Joe could only stare at the still body of the love of his life, feeling as though he himself were dying. After over 1500 years of never spending more than a few decades apart, Joe realized that he was now going to have to face the rest of his life alone.

A soft voice rasped, “It’s okay, Nile,” and Joe’s heart leapt. Nicky was still alive! They could heal him!

Scrambling over to sit next to Nicky’s head, Joe looked down at his lover, his husband, his everything, who was looking very peaceful, for a man about to bleed out. “Nicky,” Joe muttered, “Nicky, what do we need to do, how can we heal you?” Andy lived to the ripe old age of god damn 80 because they protected her vigorously. They could do the same for Nicky.

Nicky coughed, a smile appearing on his face as he lifted his trembling hand to touch Joe’s face. “You cannot, amore mio. It is my time. I will have peace. Non disperare, Yusuf,” he said, when Joe gasped and grasped Nicky’s hand tighter. “It is destiny. We knew it would come.”

Joe shook his head, even though he knew what Nicky was saying was absolutely true. “No, Nicolò, I cannot live without you, what will I do?”

Nicky smiled at him, looking for all the world as if he were not dying, but merely about to fall asleep. “You will live. You will love. You will fight for what is right. And when your time comes, we will see each other again. Tu ed io per sempre, Yusuf. Death does not change it.”

“I love you, Nicky, ti amo, I do not know how to go on.” Joe was fully crying, feeling like his heart was going with Nicky, leaving him living but not alive.

“Ti amo, my love.” Nicky used what little strength he had to pull Joe down to put their foreheads together. “We had our time. Thank you for loving me. You saved me. I am forever grateful for you, my Joe, my love, my heart.”

Joe let out a pained sob as he pressed his lips to Nicky’s. Nicky’s mouth was already cold, the blood loss beginning to show in everything. Next to them, Nile was sobbing quietly in Kati’s shoulder, but Joe barely registered them. His whole universe had shrunken to his dying Nicky in his arms. “You saved me, too, Nicolò. I was drowning when you found me. You taught me how to swim. I love you so much, your kindness, your selflessness, your heart, you are everything and more. I give you my heart to guard until I find you again.”

Nicky closed his eyes and laughed painfully. “You are an incurable romantic,” he said and pulled Joe down for a kiss. Joe kissed Nicky like he was an ocean and Joe wanted to drown. In the back of his head, Joe knew this would be his last kiss with Nicky. His last kiss of his life. After a while Joe realised Nicky had stopped moving, and, heart beating, he raised his head to see Nicky lying slack in Joe’s arms.

“Nicky?” Joe said, his voice breaking. “Nicolò? Per favore, Nicolò. Nicky!” He started frantically shaking Nicky’s shoulder, but there was no response. “Nicolò!” Joe kissed Nicky’s cold lips, but there was no response. He pounded on his chest, hoping to restart his heart, but nothing happened. Joe stared in horror as the colour drained from his Nicky’s face, even as the love of his life looked like he was just sleeping peacefully. Joe knew better, however.

His Nicky was dead.

“No,” Joe muttered, looking frantically around for something to cling on to. Nile was crying, her hand covering her mouth to force back the noise of her grief, Kati wrapping their arms around her. Joe’s heart was hammering in his chest, like it was trying to join Nicky in the afterlife. “No, Nicky…no, I can’t live without him, please!” He looked up at the sky, praying to his God and Nicky’s, and any other that might be out there. “Please, bring him back!” Nothing happened. “Bring him back to me!”

“Joe…” Kati said, their hand landing on his shoulder, and in reflex, he slapped it away. They didn’t back down however, putting it back without so much as blinking. “I’m so sorry, Joe. I can’t imagine the pain…”

“No, you can’t!” Joe said, his voice breaking as his heart did, looking down at his Nicky, lying in the dirt like he hadn’t been the man by Joe’s side for nearly two millennia, like he hadn’t been alive at all. “This man was next to me for most of my life, he was my person, he held me when I was afraid, protected me when I was weak, and he kept me sane. Now I have to face the world alone!” he snarled, but at the last word he broke down again and crumbled, his forehead resting on Nicky’s cold one. The sobs that were wrenched from his chest was something entirely new, it hurt in a way that he knew would never truly fade away, and Joe allowed it to hurt, even as it felt like he wanted to tear out his heart and fling it into the ocean to join Nicky.

“You’re not alone, Joe,” Nile said, moving to sit next to him. “We got you. We’re with you. We’ll get you through this.”

“No,” Joe moaned, his fingers burying in Nicky’s blood-soaked shirt, his eyes clenched shut, the pain in his heart overwhelming him. “No, no, no. No.” He continued to mutter, in all the languages he knew, to pray for someone to bring his love back to me, but deep down he knew it was no use. He knew the truth even as he tried to deny it.

Nicolò di Genova was gone from this world.

Yusuf Al-Kaysani was alone.

#the old guard #joe x nicky #immortal husbands #yusuf al-kaysani #nicolo di genova #joe x nicky fanfics #my joe x nicky fics #i am so terribly sorry but i had to write it #it would've been stuck in my brain forever #listen #what if i wrote one where joe is the one who goes first #ugh my heart

[softsweaterlouis]

Mini larry breakdown

Hi for everyone that might read this post (which I think is going to be none bc probably most of the people who followed me left tumblr and the fandom). 

I’ve been going through a 1D/larry relapse during this quarantine and i wanted to write my feelings in this blog since it was the place where I stayed for all the time that I was in this fandom. 

Since 2016, after louis baby was born, I felt so sick and I couldn’t really handle being in this fandom anymore. Larry had always been my happy place, they brought me so much happiness for FIVE years (that is a lot! especially if those are your teen years and they were, I was a fan from 15 to 20!), so after Freddie was born, I couldn’t handle it anymore bc that was a proof that I couldn’t ignore anymore.

SO, I still kept updated on stuff and I read fanfics, but I was so angry at Louis that I didn’t even want to see picture of him. I get now that that was unfair, but I was just a girl who spent 5 years of their life beliving in their love and having the voice in the back of my mind saying “well, maybe what you tought wasn’t necessarly 100% true” was driving me crazy.

Then we go to the 2017-2020 era, which is made by me having fun at unversity and crying at university and not thinking about them, I woud watch some larry video now and then, I would listen to their new singles but that was that, I never really wanted to get much into their solo stuff bc for me it has always been ot4 and even though I enojoyed some of their songs (harry and niall the most), I still felt kinda “betrayed”.

Last but not least, I had stopped reading fanfics bc I was still mad at Louis and the idea of reading him in fanfics pissed me of. ( so I just started reaing A LOT of real bookd and here and there some sterek fanfics)

This is the very long back story that bring us (I know there is no “Us” since none is going to read this but let’s pretend that there is an us), in quarantine.

I live in Milan so I’ve been in quarantine since february 22th, after the second week I was like “you know, maybe I could read a larry fic again” and this is where everything started basically.

I spent a month reading all the fics that had been posted during the time that I was away from the fandom and then i ended back to larry videos and stuff and I was lke “have I imagined all of this????”

Then I got my period, and let me tell you, that was a HELL of a week. I cryed at least once a day thinking about how probably harry and louis weren’t really in a relationship and how our shipping affected them and i felt SO BAD. I cried bc I coulnd’t believe that I was SO SURE about everything, for me it was always like: something bad happens --> they are forced bc they want to come ouy BUT did they? Like, even if they were a couple for all that time, they probably didn’t want to come out and here we were all so sure that their management wanted them no be in the closet and that they wanted to fight them

But honesty I don’t even think that this is what happened bc like, Louis went back with Eleanor, he has her INITIAL tattooed in his hand, why would he do something like that if he is not with her????? He is not as famous as he was, he has a son (that look exactly like him) so there is no way that he still “needs” a fake girlfriend for the “i have to be straight” narrative. (like, to believe that for example harry was in a fake relationshipe with camille it makes more sense bc then he wrote a song publically about her at that brings attention ecc ecc).

So then, after a week of mental breakdown where i was putting myself down bc i was like “was i really that delusional???” I arrived to a conclusion:

it doesn’t matter if they were really together or not.

At the time, I really needed the belief of true love that fought against everyone and everything, at that was what larry gave me.

I regret nothing, I think that yes, their public relationship was affected BUT NOT their private one, bc that would be crazy.

I LIKE to think that something happened between them (back in 2010-2012) but maybe they just fooled around, they were best friends and really cared for eachother. Honestly, there are so many videos with harry making love eyes at louis that it’s not possible that he didn’t at least had a crush on him. But that’s the imposrtant passage, the “i like to think”, bc back then I would have said “I’m SURE that they are together”, but you know what, we simply cannot be. 

Human relationships are so complex, like, I don’t talk anymore with my bestfriend from highschool and we were SO CLOSE, we knew everything about each other and yet, we are not anymore.

I just hope that they still are close friends bc it would be a shame if they were not. I like to think that 1D will come back and I will be first in line for everything.

I have accepted the fact that Louis and Harry might not be the people that I thought they were, I had made up a complete persona for them but that is just what we as fans can see.

In particular now that they are doing their solo careers it’s really easy to see how they want to be seen.

Like, Harry likes the fact to be perceived as a mystirious celebrity, a little bit flamboyant but at the same time the straight dude who only dates super models. Back in the days I would have said “they are forcing him to date all these girls!!!” but ... maybe he is okay with that you know??? We’ll never know i guess.

If someone read all of this, cograts!!

These are just my thoughts, I have made peace with myself and now I can look at Louis picture without being angry at him and I can listen to Harry songs (almost) without thinking “it’s your fault if 1D are not back together!!!!” (I’m kinda still working on this last point ahah)

SO yeah, do I regret shipping larry??? NO, they were my life and I am happy.

Do I regret not realising that I cannot know how their private life and relationships are going just by wathcing interviews and videos?? yes BUT that’s just life, we learn and grow.

I will leave with a quote from an Italian movie called “mine vaganti”

“Gli amori impossibili non finiscono mai, sono quelli che durano per sempre”

(”impossible love never ends, it’s the one that last forever).

- an old larry shipper

#larry #one of my favorite tag was #harry wants a baby #me #im not rereading this so probably there are a lot of grammar mistakes but whatever

[giuggiulu]

Why they chose the perfect song for that scene: an essay

Listen. Listen. Did I like that song before today's clip? No. Did it ever cross my mind that they could choose it? No. Could I, in all honesty, have come up with a better fit? Also no.

But let's analyze the lyrics and (hopefully, if I can do a decent enough job at translating them) find out why no one will ever be able to hear it again without crying. Spoilers if you haven't watched og Skam!

The first set of lyrics:

Buon viaggio / Che sia un'andata o un ritorno / Che sia una vita o solo un giorno /Che sia per sempre o un secondo

Have a nice trip / whether you're setting off or coming back / whether it'd be for a lifetime or for just a day / whether it'd be forever or for a second

Isn't this exactly what Isak was saying in the last episode of og Skam? It doesn't matter if Nico isn't really the love of Martino's life even tho he is obviously, their love is important right now and they should be living it right now, it makes no difference whether they'll be together for a month, a year, their whole lives. Also it reads like a nice reference to the whole minute per minute thing. Who needs to worry about what comes next when you wake up with the boy you love in your bed, and your best friends being idiots and supporting the hell out of you in the next room?

L'incanto sarà godersi un po’ la strada / Amore mio comunque vada / Fai le valigie e chiudi le luci di casa / Coraggio lasciare tutto indietro e andare / Partire per ricominciare

The charm will lay in enjoying the road / my love, however this may go / pack your things and turn off the lights at home / come on, leave everything behind and go / take off to start again

Like, first of all Niccolò started singing along at the "my love" part, and it killed me. But also, it's the same thing as the first stanza, it doesn't matter whether they'll end up being together for the rest of their lives or not. They're together now, and that's all that matters. Plus, there's that feeling of spontaneity typical of Even/Niccolò, and also his desire to have a fresh start, both by changing schools and leaving Maddalena behind in favor of his new relationship with Martino. Martino too, needs a fresh start. His family is broken and there's nothing he can do to fix it, he's been avoiding the whole thing but he knows it won't make anything better. He also got outed at school, going on pretending to be straight isn't gonna work anymore. He needs to start again, he has already taken his first steps. He asked for help, he opened up to his friends, he reached out to Niccolò. It's a new day, it's a bright morning, he's going back to Rome to start a fresh, new week.

Che non c’è niente di più vero di un miraggio / E per quanta strada ancora c'è da fare / Amerai il finale

For there's nothing realer than a mirage / and despite how far we still have to go / you will love the ending

THIS IS WHERE IT HURTS OKAY "despite how far we still have to go" it really reads as if it's predicting how difficult it will be for Martino to be by Niccolò's side during his lowest moments, and also how far they still have to go in terms of being completely "honest" with each other and becoming a better version of themselves (Niccolò still needs to find the courage to tell Martino about his mental health, Martino still needs the strength to come out to his family and accept their new set up), but it's already telling us, it's already telling Martino, it will all be worth it. You're gonna be so glad you stayed by Niccolò's side. You will love where this is gonna end up. Niccolò only sings the word finale, ending, in this line. Maybe it was accidental. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe it's Niccolò still being ashamed of his mental health and blaming himself for what Martino will have to go through, but still promising him they'll come out of it stronger, maybe I'm tired and reading too much into this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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LIKE COME OOONN ISN'T THIS THE WHOLE POINT OF SKAM? How did Jonas' speech go in the og? "Fear spreads, but luckily, so does love"? Wasn't Noora's character all centered around being kind and loving people no matter what? Alt er love, anyone??? Just?? Punch me in the face??

But also if we want to stay closer to Skam Italia, hasn't Martino's character development in this season all been about him getting more comfortable accepting who he loves and is loved by? He spent weeks being grumpy, getting violent, ignoring his friends, and now he's singing along to cheesy songs with the man of his life, spending quality time with his friends and openly loving them. I'm ugly crying. (And Eva too, let's not forget her. Her whole season was about her learning how to love herself without feeling the need to change who she is for the other people she loves. Love love love, it's the only word you need to talk about Skam)

The rest of the song is still more or less on the same page and still fits very nicely, but this first half is the one that I personally felt was the most spot on with the whole series, the character, the scene. It might not ever be the kind of song I listen to in my free time, but it was an amazing choice and fit, and I'll never be able to hear it again without thinking of Skam.

I'm sorry if someone else has already pointed this all out, I couldn't manage to post it sooner but I still wanted to add my two cents.

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#skam #skamit s2 #skam italia #skamit #shut up giulia

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 20

“What did you just call me?” he cocked his head and squinted his eyes, did she just..? Harper felt her cheeks go bright red, busted, damn, did she just say that out loud? Oh yes she did, another fit of giggles “uhm..floppy hair, in my mind I call you 'floppy hair'” she hiccupped, oh could he just stop the ridiculously cute staring he did? “I mean, you have rather sleek hair, but then there's these wavy bits too and it makes it kind of..floppy..I don't know”. Could she be any cuter? Oh she was gonna add to the cuteness, just talk to me, whatever you say is just sexy and hilarious and cute all at the same time, but then she wasn't exactly done on the topic of his hair, “you know who your hair reminds me of sometimes? Farah Fawcett! You know, like the original Charlie's Angels and..”. Oh I know Farah Fawcett, better than you do, were you even born in that era? “Ok, enough! enough about the hair already! I'm totally done with the subject, can we just go and eat now?”. Uh-oh! Floppy hair was upset, must sober up but most of all shut the hell up, and can you just stop giggling? What are you? 15? oy! “sure yeah..of course..” she took a step back and went in search for her bag and her keys. Five minutes later, they stepped back out into the biting cold that immediately seemed to sober her up, because she remained relatively quiet as they started walking, had he been a bit too harsh? “so..pasta, right? Do you already have a place in mind? Because I know this really amazing Italian place and it's right around the corner, actually” he tried to break the silence, “lead the way” she smiled, oh thank god for that smile.

“Buona sera questa sera” the classical Italian waiter waltzed up to greet them, “Buona sera, hai encora un tavolo per due?” Harper looked at the tiny dining room that was pretty much full, “per una bella donna comme voi? sempre, se vuoi seguirmi” and followed him. Jared watched the waiter pull back her chair and make her more compliments in Italian, ok, ok, we got the picture, just leave her alone, alright? “Grazie, grazie mille” yeah go on, give him a seductive smile, why don't you? Stop being so jealous, man, it's just harmless banter..aaannnddd focus back on me, yes!. Harper looked back up at Jared, not really knowing if he was still a little upset over that floppy hair comment, was it the light in here or did his eyes have a darker colour?. “De Robiano..I should have guessed you were Italian, I thought it was French..you know ever since we started e-mailing, I was wondering what your voice would sound like, hearing someone talk can paint an entire image, but I really had no image of you at all” there was that cocking of his head again. “Does everything have to be about image? Sometimes the flow of a conversation is so much more sexier and can draw up an entire world instead of just an image, looks are fleeting, but what people say or write to each other has so much more impact, don't you think?” Harper shrugged and smiled at that waiter again who was filling up a glass of water for her, pfff. Jared waited until the waiter handed them their menus and left again..finally. “Fleeting looks? Woman, you just don't realize what a stunning beauty you are, do you?” he blurted out, did he care that he already threw all his cards on the table? god no, this felt absolutely right. “Oh..well..” the compliment was as wild as it was unexpected, it was alcohol induced probably, everybody looked better after a glass too many “ have some water, because you've had too much to drink probably..but thank you, haven't heard that one in a looong time, my love life is kinda non-existant at the moment, I've just got a weird stalker that tends to lurk on me when I'm taking a bath” she raised her waterglass at him with a roll of her eyes. “Ah..Sean..I can fire him if you want” just saying that name made his blood curdle, he so didn't want to go back to Europe, he wanted to stay right here in NY with her and forget about all the responsibilities that were gonna take him away from her for months on end. “No, please don't, Shayla hates my guts more than enough as it is, but let's not talk about her or Sean, alright?” she shook her head with a painful grimace, but her eyes lit up the second their food arrived.

Watching her eat her pasta was just mesmerizing, every time a thin string of spaghetti was sucked up between those full lips, he shuffled in his seat, those suggestive sucks followed by a little lick of her lips did things to his loin that weren't exactly appropriate in a restaurant. “You ok? Not hungry?” she licked her lips again, oh could she stop torturing him? “I am, I just...got a lot on my mind..” and not just on his mind, but also a lot going on 1 metre below his mouth. “Ah, ok, because my mother always used to say that I should never trust a man who doesn't eat” she put her fork and spoon down, what was going on in his mind to put him off his food?. “Oh, so what else did your mother warn you about? She sounds like a smart woman” he looked up at her with a grin, “smart is debatable, she's a lot of things, but smart is really the least appropriate term” bye bye appetite, change of subject, right now!. “You don't deserve to be lonely, beautiful Harper Coco, can't you make things better with your family?” he hadn't even finished when she crumbled into a million little pieces “I'm..I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..” he reached for her hand but she leaned back in her chair and shook her head, no, no, she wasn't gonna start crying, not here and definitely not in front of him. “No, it's ok, no harm done and no offense taken because I'm not lonely, anyone ever tell you that you're a real bad judge of character, Joe? By the way, is Joe a nickname?” there, change of subject done and dusted, ha!. “Uhm..no, it's..” what, what just happened? “my middle name, Joseph..Joe” ok, he was gonna play along with her little game, but he would find out the truth later, that was a fact. “BJL..then what does the B stand for and Cubbins? What? BJ? I admit I thought at first it stood for..well you know..” oh he wanted to hear her say this, “BlowJob” she whispered and then started that hilarious giggle again, oh god, he so had no resistance against this woman and her ridiculous sense of humour. “I like the way you think, but in case you've forgotten, we're in a restaurant right now, maybe later, ok?” the shock on her face was priceless “but if you really must know, Bartholomew Cubbins? Dr. Seuss? It's just a name I used at hotels..to stop the fans from finding out what hotel we were staying in”. She took a sip of her water and just couldn't take her eyes off him, he was so obnoxious..and sweet and sexy..he was just..hot, but the last thing she wanted was for him to know she knew.

That twinkle in his eyes when he talked about one of the things he adored doing, like music, was one of the most mesmerizing things about him, every story was probably laced with exaggeration but it didn't matter, he was happy and that was all that mattered. Harper rested her chin on her hand, it didn't matter if they didn't do anything else than just sit here all night, talking like they had a lifetime to catch up on..but then his phone started buzzing around on the table, his face clouded over when he saw the name on the screen and the spell was immediately broken. “Sorry, I.uhmm..will you excuse me a minute?” he asked with an uncomfortable, little smile, “sure, of course..” she nodded, but her mind was screaming no, I will not excuse you, just stay here with me, this is our bubble, ignore the call. Jared connected the call as he walked away from the table and reluctantly put it against his ear “This better be important, because if it isn't I really don't want to hear it”, Shayla pulled the phone a little further away from her ear, oh this was important, mister, so important!. “Yeah, well, it's Shannon..”, his heart froze hearing his brother's name and he knew that his visit to New York was gonna be cut short, “he and his girlfriend..they had a huge fight and trashed a hotelroom, it's frikkin mayhem down here..he even gave Sean a black eye..you and I both know he only listens to one person and that's his brother”. What?! Fuck no! No, no, no “Me? He doesn't listen to anyone” he growled at his assistant, “yes he does, and you know it, I wouldn't be calling you if it wasn't serious, I tried calling Constance but her housekeeper said she's out of town on some hiking trip with friends, and apparantly she has no cell reception”. Oh for fuck's sakes, why couldn't he get a break? “I can have the plane waiting for you in NY in the morning, your time..please..Jared?”

Harper took another sip of her wine that she ordered during his absence, for months on end she had been alone and been just fine by herself, and now that he came along and had spent a few hours together, she couldn't seem to stand the silence any longer, not even for 10 minutes, oh..there he was, finally!. “Everything ok?” she smiled up at him, he just looked so troubled, “yeah..just..something at work, uhmm..I'll ask for the bill”, ok..game over..damn. “I got this” she held up her hand as he reached for his wallet, “no..I..” he tried but she already got up and walked over to the bar, the last thing he wanted was to leave her behind, he wanted to stay here, forget about this stupid tour and just start something completely new with this wonderful, breathtakingly beautiful, incredibly talented woman. “Shall we?” she came walking back to the table, tucking her purse back in her bag but then made an abrupt turn to head for the exit, he wasn't staying, that much was for sure, better to get things over and done with, this wasn't meant to be, a clean break, story of her life, hey hey hey don't go jumping to conclusions just yet. He followed her out and when he saw her fold her arms over her chest to try and keep warm, he sped up to catch up with her “here” he shrugged off his coat and put it around her shoulders. A wave of his perfume and 'just Joe' wafted up to her and she grabbed the sides of the coat, letting the rich fabric roll between her fingers “you're leaving, aren't you?” she refused to look at him, she didn't know why but she just couldn't bear to watch him confirm her worst fear. “Yeah..I'm afraid so” he sighed and she closed her eyes, why did this affect her so much? Simple, because she really, really liked him and this kind of spontaneous crush had never happened and she wanted more of it. 

“Oh..ok” she nodded and pulled the coat a little tighter around her and kept strolling, sometimes silence was the best answer, he seemed to think the same becdause they just kept walking, both of them lost in their own little world but with the same trouble on their mind. “I wish I didn't have to leave but I've got no other choice..” he broke the silence when they arrived at his hotel unexpectedly and some doorman recognized and greeted him, “is this where you're staying?” she stopped and fidgeted nervously with the lapels of his coat. “Uhh yeah, this is me, wait how did we get here?” he looked around him like he didn't know where he was anymore, “doesn't matter” she shrugged his coat off her shoulders and handed it back to him “thank you for the coat..and for today..”. She took a step back but before she could turn around “wait..where are you going?” was she for real? Wanting to leave, just like that? “home..it's getting late” why did she feel like crying? Because this day that had started so wonderfully, was about to end in a total disaster?. “I'll get you a cab” oh just shut up, will you? Just ask if she wants to come up, force her if need be, but she's not leaving, not like this anyway, “no, it's ok, I'll walk..I need to clear my head” she shuffled uncomfortably and instead of a kiss goodbye, she touched his arm with a warm smile and off she went leaving him stunned. Don't look back, Harper, do.not.look.back, because then you'll see the ridiculousness of all this, the meeting, the few seconds it took to develop a crush on this guy..whoclearlyhadotherprioritiesandshewastooafraidtogetattachedtohimtoosoon...run, turn the corner and run like hell. No, this wasn't what he wanted, this couldn't be it..he had just been a little absentminded and wooshhh she was gone..”Harper?! Harppperrr!” he put his coat back on and ran after her.

#jared leto #jared leto fanfic #jared leto fanfiction #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #30 Seconds To Mars #30 seconds to mars fanfic #30 seconds to mars fanfiction #a man on fire #chapter 20 #Harper Coco #Harper #harper and jared #caroline18mars

[janiedean]

Why did you hate Estonia so much?

OH, LET’S GO OVER IT

if you wanna sing a song in italian while not being italian at least do what the croatian guy did last year and freaking write some basically original lyrics

estonia’s lyrics were half either opera titles or beginning of opera arias directly lifted from the thing, I mean, LA FORZA DEL DESTINO??? SEMPRE LIBERA???? WE SRS??? and the other half was a bunch of trite love songs common standard sentences that was making me wanna throw up

and it made little sense half of the time anyway

like basically it was italian but without a meaning and just put there to sound good like some kinda opera stereotype

she had maybe a good opera voice and the pronunciation is decent but it could use more work and if you wanna do the OPERA THING it should be better

SHE WAS TRYING TOO HARD

since 90% of the female singers I hear are opera singers my ears were bleeding because she was... honestly TRYING TOO HARD and if you wanna do opera fine but the pop song hybrid with the pseudo-opera lyrics are atrocious

that dress was tacky af but nvm

given all of the above I find it really rich/ridiculous/lulzy that a supposed quality jury votes that over the actual italian song in italian sung by italians which at least has lyrics with a sense/depth/meaning rather than that mass of bunched together and cut/paste trite love song crap that makes frankenstein’s monster look like a masterpiece of sewing

I MEAN SRSLY going over the lyrics:

Sai nella notte per meUna stella c’é > YOU KNOW THAT IN THE MIGHT FOR ME THERE IS A STAR, put together in a weirdass way because the verb at the end is OLD italian not current

Lei mi rischiara la viaPer l’eternitá > ***SHE*** LIGHTS MY WAY TOWARDS ETERNITY (??? it means nothing and no one calls a star a *she* in song lyrics even if its its genre) 

É mia guida > this one is wrong it should have been LA mia guida

Nell’immensitáChe non mi lascia mai’ > in the immensity that never leaves me: this one is also wrong because like this it sounds like the immensity can’t leave her and not the star, also this fixation over L’IMMENSITA’ is like... sounds like someone lifted from mina’s song with the same title which is just slightly less trite than lifting from domenico modugno

La forza del destino > LA FORZA DEL DESTINO IS A FUCKING VERDI OPERA IT MAKES NO SENSE TO USE IT IN A LOVE SONGVolteggiar mi fa > THE VERB WITHOUT THE FINALE E TO MAKE IT SOUND LIKE OPERA IS ALSO TACKY AFL’ora é vicina di felicitá > THIS ONE IS SO AWKWARDLY PHRASED EW THE POSITIONS ARE WRONGÉ sogno o realtá > could be lifted from rossini’s cinderellaNostra affinitaSull’ali dell’amore rose > OUR AFFINITY ON THE PINK WINGS OF LOVE??? ROSE IN THIS POSITION MAKES NO SENSE IT’S ACTUALLY WRONG

Quando m’en vo per la via > THIS IS FUCKING MUSETTA’S ARIA FROM LA BOHEME WHYSempre libera > THIS IS VIOLETTA’S MOST FAMOUS ARIA FROM LA TRAVIATAVorrei che intorno a noi sia una favola > I WISH THERE WAS A FAIRYTALE AROUND US???Nostro amore Guida a noi sará > SHOULD BE IL NOSTRO AMORE AT LEAST but nah articles are optionalNell’infinitoPer l’eternitá > IN THE ENDLESS IMMENSITY FOR ETERNITY??? WTF IS THIS

LIKE IF THESE LYRICS ARE MORE QUALITY THAN THE ACTUAL ITALIAN SONG I’M MARRIED TO THE DANISH VIKING

#dskghsdkg #eurovision shitposting #janie watches eurovision #sorry that song is a joke #i can't accept that for the jury it was better than the italian one #pseido-opera singing doesn't mean quality #Anonymous #ask post

[poetyca]

Il respiro dell’amore – The breath of love – Osho

Il respiro dell’amore

Il vero amore è sempre nuovo. Non diventa mai vecchio perché non è cumulativo, non è possessivo.

Non sa nulla del passato; è sempre fresco, fresco come una goccia di rugiada. Vive momento per momento, atomo per atomo. Non ha continuità, non conosce tradizioni. Muore ogni momento, e ogni momento rinasce. È come il respiro: inspiri ed espiri; e poi di nuovo inspiri ed espiri. Non accumuli il respiro dentro di te.

Se lo facessi moriresti, perché diventerebbe stantio, morto. Perderebbe vitalità, perderebbe la qualità della vita. L’amore è la stessa cosa: è un respiro che si rinnova in ogni momento. Quando il tuo amore si blocca e smette di respirare, la vita perde ogni significato.

Questo è proprio ciò che accade con le persone: la mente prende un tale predominio da influenzare persino il cuore e farlo diventare possessivo! Il cuore non conosce la possessività ma viene contaminato dalla mente, ne viene avvelenato.

Quindi ricorda: ama l’esistenza! Lascia che l’amore sia come il respiro: inspira, espira, ma fa’ che sia l’amore che entra e esce. A poco a poco devi creare con ogni respiro la magia dell’amore. Fanne una meditazione: quando espiri, senti che stai riversando il tuo amore nell’esistenza; quando inspiri, l’esistenza riversa il suo amore dentro di te.

Vedrai come molto presto la qualità del tuo respiro cambierà, come diventerà completamente diversa da tutto ciò che hai provato finora.

Per questo in India chiamiamo il respiro “prana”, vita: non è solo respiro, non è solo ossigeno. Qualcos’altro è presente: la vita stessa.

Osho

The breath of love True love is always new. It never gets old because it is not cumulative, it is possessive.

She knows nothing of the past is always fresh, fresh as a dewdrop. He lives moment to moment, atom by atom. Has no continuity, no known traditions. Dies every moment and every moment is reborn. It is like breathing: inhale and exhale, and then again inhale and exhale. Does not accumulate the breath inside you.

If I did die, it would become stale, dead. Lose vitality, lose the quality of life. Love is the same thing: it is a breath that is renewed at any time. When your love hangs and stops breathing, life loses all meaning.

This is what happens with people: the mind is such a dominant influence even from the heart and make it possessive! The heart knows no possessiveness but the mind is contaminated, it is poisoned.

So remember: love life! Leave that love is like breathing: inhale, exhale, but it ‘it is the love that enters and exits. Little by little you have to create the magic of love with each breath. Make it a meditation: when you breathe out, feel that you are pouring your love into existence, when you breathe, the existence pours His love inside you.

You’ll see how soon the quality of your breathing will change, as will become completely different from anything you’ve tried so far.

That is why in India we call the breath ‘prana’, life is not just breathing, not only oxygen. There is something else: life itself.

Osho

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CERAMICA CALTAGIRONE - TESTE DI DONNE

Quello che l’amore non ti dice è che non puoi fidarti di lui, quando ti illude che il vostro sogno sia eterno che le vostre bocche non si separeranno mai. Quello che l’amore non ti dice è come farlo vivere anche se sembra condannato, come farlo crescere anche se ti senti il cuore arido e quello che volevi l’hai già avuto e quello che voleva non ti interessa più. È tutto diventa un dolore osceno, un’illusione condivisa, un pianto ipocrita per quanto non esiste, perché si diventa intimi ma estranei, vi sentite uniti malgrado la solitudine che provate ogni notte dormendo l’uno accanto all’altra, facendo bilanci che non tornano mai, nascondendovi dietro frasi usa e getta, o in gesti che sono il “copia e incolla” di tanti altri ,trovandovi sempre a pesare e misurare quanto avete dato e soprattutto, quello che non avete avuto. Tutto questo alla fine diventa un seme da cui nascono solo errori, giustificazioni importanti per rubare o simulare o comprare sesso contrabbandandolo come amore. Quello che l’amore non ti dice è cosa fare in questi momenti in cui non è facile amare, non è semplice e forse non è neanche naturale. Per questo amare ha una sua importanza, un senso che ha volte non capiamo, una grandezza che ignoriamo. Perché amare è anche una fatica silenziosa e quotidiana, è aggiungere ai tuoi bisogni i suoi, condividere i tuoi sogni con altri facendoli diventare anche i tuoi, è dover rinunciare, dover accettare, dover perdonare, dover restituire quanto vorresti per te, è dover capire quello che non vedi, scoprire quanto neanche lei sa dirti, e lei deve fare la stessa cosa con te cosi che alla fine ognuno trovi con l’altro quella serena felicità che da soli non si sa provare. Ma quando tutto questo avviene sempre più lentamente, più difficilmente, meno semplicemente, allora tutto si blocca, tutto diventa un chiedersi se ne vale la pena, un arrendersi, un vedere nell’ l’amore i nostri difetti, i nostri limiti, le nostre insicurezze e dargliene la colpa. Quello che l’amore non ti dice è che non è facile amare perché nessuno ce lo insegna, perché non possiamo capirlo imitando o leggendo ma solo sognando con lei e mai da soli; non è facile amare nel mezzo del traffico, correndo per prendere il tram, restando in coda in autostrada o alle poste. Per questo se ami sei fortunato, se sei amato hai dato alla tua vita un senso che nient’ altro le può dare, hai creato un universo che nessun altro può concepire. Per questo per amore si vive e si muore, si sogna e si piange, perché l’amore domina nel bene e nel male le nostre piccole vite, anche se questo non ce lo dice, o nessuno ce ne parla mai, e lo capiamo solo sbagliando, lo intuiamo solo quando ormai è troppo tardi. Per questo sei qui a leggere, per essere pronta o pronto, per prepararti a sapere come capire subito nel momento giusto quello che l’amore non ti sa dire.

What love does not tell you is that you can not trust it when it deceives both of you that your dream is eternal and that your mouths will never separate. What love does not tell you is how to make it live even if it seems condemned, how to make it grow even if you feel the arid heart and what you wanted, you have already had, and what she wanted you do not care anymore. It all becomes an obscene pain, a shared illusion, a hypocritical cry for what does not exist, because you become intimate but strangers, you feel united despite the loneliness you experience each night sleeping side by side, making budgets that do not never return, hiding behind disposable sentences, or in gestures that are the "copy and paste" of many others, always finding yourself weighing and measuring what you have given and above all, what you did not have. All this eventually becomes a seed from which only errors are born, important justifications to steal or simulate or buy sex by smuggling it as love. What love does not tell you is what to do in these moments when it's not easy to love, it's not simple and maybe it's not even natural. For this reason, love has its own importance, a meaning that we sometimes do not understand, a greatness that we ignore. Because loving is also a daily and silent effort, it is adding your needs to her needs, sharing your dreams with others making them yours, it is having to give up, having to accept, having to forgive, having to return what you would like for you, is having to understand what you do not see, discover how much she can not tell you, and she must do the same thing with you so that in the end everyone can find the serene happiness that you can not prove yourself. But when all this happens more slowly, more difficultly, less simply, then everything stops, everything becomes a question whether it's worth it, a surrender, a see in love our faults, our limitations, our insecurities and blame her.  What love does not tell you is that it is not easy to love because no one teaches it, because we can not understand it by imitating or reading but only dreaming with her and never alone but in the middle of traffic, running to take the tram, staying in queue on the highway or at the post offices. That's why if you love you're lucky, if you're loved you've given your life a sense that nothing else can give you, you've created a universe that no one else can conceive of. This is why we live and die for love, we dream and cry, because love dominates our little lives in good and bad even if this does not tell us, and nobody ever talks about it, and we only understand it wrong, we only sense it when it is too late. For this you are here to read, to be ready , to prepare yourself to know how to understand immediately at the right time what love can not tell you.

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Blog No. 9

Rossini, Donizetti, and Bellini’s Aria (Analysis)

                                        Gioachino Antonio Rossini

                            (February 29, 1792—November 13, 1868)

Gioachino Rossini (1792–1868) was an Italian composer who wrote 39 operas as well as sacred music, chamber music, songs, and some instrumental and piano pieces.

Life and Music 

Having produced a whirlwind series of 38 operas, following the premiere of William Tell in August 1829, and with close on 40 years of life still remaining, he laid down his operatic pen for ever. Perhaps Rossini had finally had enough, as he was once reputed to have remarked: "How wonderful opera would be if there were no singers!"

Rossini was born in Pesaro in 1793, the son of a town trumpeter-cum-inspector of slaughterhouses, ‘Guiseppe Rossini’ whose questionable political sympathies once resulted in a short jail sentence. The family was otherwise constantly on the move, Rossini's mother appearing as a principal singer in a series of comic opera productions, while the budding young composer learned his craft, based in Bologna.

He composed his first opera, Demetrio e Polibio, while still a student at the Liceo Musicale in Bologna, where his love of Mozart led to his being nicknamed, "the German". Such was its success that it led to a series of operatic ventures which initially culminated in the Barber of Seville. When Donizetti heard that Rossini had composed it in a matter of just three weeks, he remarked sardonically: "Rossini always was a lazy fellow."

Rossini's stage output culminated in the premiere of William Tell in Paris in 1829, after which he virtually stopped composing, save for a few songs, piano pieces and two famous large-scale choral works - the Stabat Mater and the Petite Messe Solennelle .

Rossini died at his villa in Passy on 13 November 1868 following a short illness. Having initially been buried in Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris, his remains were subsequently moved to Santa Croce in Florence in 1887.

Did you know?

For Rossini's 70th birthday celebrations in 1862, a number of his friends clubbed together in order to have a statue built in his honour. His reaction was typically boisterous: "Why not give the money to me and I'll stand on the pedestal myself!"

Figaro's “Largo Al Factotum,” From 'The Barber of Seville'

"The Barber of Seville" (Italian: Il barbiere di Siviglia) is a comedic opera by Giachino Rossini. It's based on the first play of of "Le Barbier de Seville," the three-part story of Figaro written by French playwright Pierre Beaumarchais.

"Largo al Factorum," Figaro's opening aria in the opera's first act, is considered one of the most challenging operas for a baritone to perform, due to its brisk time signature and convoluted rhyme structure.

Modern audiences may recognize "Largo al factotum" as a staple of the ​"Looney Tunes" cartoons.

History of 'The Barber of Seville'

The opera premiered at the Teatro Argentina in Rome in 1816. Now considered a masterpiece of musical comedy, "The Barber of Seville" had a difficult first performance, but quickly grew in popularity.

Figaro's Opening Aria 'Largo al Factorum'

In the first act, the audience meets the flamboyant Figaro who introduces himself as the city's top quality factotum, or handyman. Figaro is quite assured of his abilities and describes his popularity and his many talents. He's a jack of all trades. He loves his life, saying that and a more noble life cannot be found.

Italian Lyrics Largo al factotum della citta. Presto a bottega che l'alba e gia. Ah, che bel vivere, che bel piacere per un barbiere di qualita! Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo! Fortunatissimo per verita! Pronto a far tutto, la notte e il giorno sempre d'intorno in giro sta.

Miglior cuccagna per un barbiere, vita piu nobile, no, non si da. Rasori e pettini lancette e forbici, al mio comando tutto qui sta. V'e la risorsa, poi, de mestiere colla donnetta... col cavaliere... Tutti mi chiedono, tutti mi vogliono, donne, ragazzi, vecchi, fanciulle: Qua la parruca... Presto la barba... Qua la sanguigna...

Presto il biglietto... Qua la parruca, presto la barba, Presto il biglietto, ehi! Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!, ecc. Ahime, che furia! Ahime, che folla! Uno alla volta, per carita! Figaro! Son qua. Ehi, Figaro! Son qua. Figaro qua, Figaro la, Figaro su, Figaro giu, Pronto prontissimo son come il fumine: sono il factotum della citta. Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; a te fortuna non manchera.

English Translation Handyman of the city. Early in the workshop I arrive at dawn. Ah, what a life, what a pleasure For a barber of quality! Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, very good! I am the luckiest, it's the truth! Ready for anything, night and day I'm always on the move. Cushier fate for a barber, A more noble life cannot be found. Razors and combs Lancets and scissors, at my command everything is here. Here are the extra tools then, for business With the ladies... with the gentlemen... Everyone asks me, everyone wants me, women, children, old people, young ones: Here are the wigs... A quick shave of the beard... Here are the leeches for bleeding... The note... Here are the wigs, a quick shave soon, The note, hey! Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!, Etc.. Alas, what frenzy! Alas, what a crowd!

One at a time, for goodness sake! Figaro! I'm here. Hey, Figaro! I'm here. Figaro here, Figaro there, Figaro up, Figaro down, Swifter and swifter I'm like a spark: I'm the handyman of the city. Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, very good; Fortunately for you I will not fail.

Musical Analysis:

Written in ABA form, also know as a ternary form or a song form. The flamboyant opening of the orchestra gave preparation to the robust melody of the baritone solo. The bass section opens the music with a masculine one-note pluck, suggesting a dominant chord then suddenly, the orchestra comes in, full blast, with a lot scalar passages, leaps of an octave, and grace notes. The 1st  section revolves in its home key, C major, sometimes sitting to its dominant key, (G)  then transitions to Eb major in the 2nd section by using ascending half step patterns from the note G up to Eb in a syllable ‘Na’. (G-F#-G, Ab-G-Ab-, A-G#-A, Bb-A-Bb, B-A#-B, CBC, D-C#-D---Eb) It goes to its relative minor, (C) then eventually went back to tonic. 

Artist Biography

Gaetano Donizetti was among the most important composers of bel canto opera in both Italian and French in the first half of the nineteenth Century. Many of Donizetti's more than 60 operas are still part of the modern repertoire and continue to challenge singers for their musical and technical demands. Donizetti stands stylistically between Rossini and Verdi; his scenes are usually more expanded in structure than those of Rossini, but he never blurred the lines between set pieces and recitative as Verdidid in his middle-period and late works. Often compared to his contemporary, Bellini, Donizetti produced a wider variety of operas and showed a greater stylistic flexibility, even if he never quite achieved the sheer beauty of Bellini's greatest works.

Donizetti was educated in Bergamo, the town of his birth, studying with the opera composer Simon Mayr from 1806 to 1814. His youthful works include chamber operas, religious works, and some chamber music. Donizetti's first opera of note was La Zingara, which was premiered in Naples in 1822. He continued to work in Naples throughout the 1820's and 1830's, where he was active as both a conductor and composer.

In 1830, Donizetti finally achieved international fame with his opera Anna Bolena; notable for its expressive music and more extended scenes, it established Donizetti as one of the leading contemporary opera composers. The comic opera L'elisir d'amore (1832) and the tragic Lucrezia Borgia (1833) came shortly after. Donizetti's next work was Maria Stuarda, followed the same year by Lucia di Lammermoor (1835), which became an internationally recognized masterpiece. The Elizabethan tragedy Roberto Devereux (1837) completed his trilogy of operas that chronicle the English court from Henry VIII to Elizabeth I.

Donizetti's operas from the late 1830s were unable to match the success of Lucia, and when Donizetti was passed over for the directorship of the Naples Conservatory in 1840, he moved to Paris. There he composed the opera comique La fille du Régiment (1840), which was celebrated immediately for its charm and virtuosity. Later that year he completed La favorite (1840), another major contribution to the French repertoire. In 1842 Donizetti was appointed Kapellmeister of the Austrian court in Vienna, but retained his association with Paris.

Among Donizetti's last operas are Maria di Rohan (1843), an important historic opera, and his French tragedy Dom Sébastian (1843). Caterina Cornaro (1843) is also one of his finest works for its strong dramatic content. These late operas, although rarely performed, are serious works that set the standard for Verdi.

                                                                                             - Steven Coburn

 “Una Furtiva Lagrima” From Donizetti’s L’Elisir d’Amore

Italian Text of 'Una Furtiva Lagrima'

Una furtiva lagrima negli occhi suoi spuntò: Quelle festose giovani invidiar sembrò.

Che più cercando io vo? Che più cercando io vo? M'ama! Sì, m'ama, lo vedo. Lo vedo. Un solo instante i palpiti del suo bel cor sentir! I miei sospir, confondere per poco a' suoi sospir! I palpiti, i palpiti sentir, confondere i miei coi suoi sospir... Cielo! Si può morir! Di più non chiedo, non chiedo. Ah, cielo! Si può! Si, può morir! Di più non chiedo, non chiedo. Si può morire! Si può morir d'amor.

English Translation of 'Una Furtiva Lagrima'

A single secret tear from her eye did spring: as if she envied all the youths that laughingly passed her by. What more searching need I do? What more searching need I do? She loves me! Yes, she loves me, I see it. I see it. For just an instant the beating of her beautiful heart I could feel! As if my sighs were hers, and her sighs were mine! The beating, the beating of her heart I could feel, to merge my sighs with hers... Heavens! Yes, I could die! I could ask for nothing more, nothing more. Oh, heavens! Yes, I could, I could die! I could ask for nothing more, nothing more. Yes, I could die! Yes, I could die of love.

L’elisir d’amore, (Italian: “The Elixir of Love” or “The Love Potion”) comic opera in two acts by the Italian composer Gaetano Donizetti (Italian libretto by Felice Romani, after a French libretto by Eugène Scribe for Daniel-François-Esprit Auber’s Le Philtre, 1831) that premiered in Milanon May 12, 1832. 

Main Characters

Nemorino — a good-hearted but penniless waiter Adina  — a wealthy and beautiful bar owner Belcore — experienced charmer and Nemorino’s rival Dulcamara — a travelling ‘quack’ (medicine man), who touts a dubious cure-all elixir Giannetta — Adina’s friend and town gossip

Music

What separates L’Elisir d’Amore from dozens of charming comedies composed around the same time is not only the superiority of its hit numbers, but the overall consistency of its music. It represents the best of the bel canto tradition that reigned in Italian opera in the early 19th century—from funny patter songs to rich ensembles to wrenching melody in the solos, most notably the tenor’s showstopping aria “Una furtiva lagrima” in Act II. Its variations between major and minor keys in the climaxes are one of opera’s savviest depictions of a character’s dawning consciousness.

Setting And Story Summary

The opera is set in a small village in the early 19th century, rural Italy. Some early editions indicate a location in Basque country. The important fact is that it’s a place where everyone knows everyone and where traveling salesmen provide a major form of public entertainment. 

Act I

Adina’s farm. Adina is sitting beneath a tree on her farm, reading a book. Her friend Giannetta and other peasants are resting nearby. Nemorino watches Adina from a distance, lamenting that he has nothing but love to offer her (“Quànto è bella, quànto è cara”). The peasants ask Adina to read to them, and she reads them the story of how Tristan won Isolde by drinking a magic love potion.

Sergeant Belcore swaggers in with his troop. Adina laughs at his braggadocio, but when he presses her to marry him, she promises to think it over. She invites the whole troop to her house for some wine, and the peasants return to their work. Nemorino intercepts Adina on her way to the house and awkwardly declares his love for her. She tells him that he is a nice fellow but that she is not inclined to fall in love with anyone.

In the village square, the populace eagerly greets the traveling “Doctor” Dulcamara, who proclaims the virtues of his patent cure-all (“Udite, udite, o rustici”). Nemorino asks Dulcamara if he has the Elixir of Love described in Adina’s book. Dulcamara gives Nemorino a bottle of wine, telling him that it is the magical elixir. Nemorino gulps it down and becomes tipsy. When Adina enters, Nemorino, certain that the potion will work, pretends to ignore her. To punish him, Adina flirts with Belcore, who tells her that he must return to his garrison and so must marry her at once. Nemorino, dismayed by this turn of events, urges Adina to wait just one more day, but she spitefully ignores him and invites the entire village to the wedding.

Act II

Adina’s house. Everyone is celebrating at the pre-wedding feast at Adinas house. Adina secretly wishes Nemorino had come so she could enjoy her revenge. Dulcamara sings a flirtatious duet with Adina (“Io son ricco e tu sei bella”), to great applause. Adina, still miffed at Nemorino’s absence, goes off with Belcore and a notary to sign the marriage contract.

Nemorino arrives, fearing that he is too late to prevent the wedding. Seeing Dulcamara, he begs for another bottle of the magic elixir, but Dulcamara will not give it to him until he can pay for it. Nemorino throws himself on a bench in despair. Belcore now returns, annoyed that Adina has postponed the wedding until that evening. Seeing Nemorino, Belcore asks why he is so sad. Nemorino tells him that he is despondent because he has no money. Belcore advises him to join the army, where he can instantly earn 20 scudi. Nemorino is reluctant, but Belcore persuades him with a vision of the glories (and opportunities for winning the ladies) of being a military man. Nemorino enlists and takes the money, thrilled at the prospect of winning Adina. Belcore secretly plumes himself on having recruited his rival and getting him out of the way.

In the village, Giannetta tells her friends the exciting news that Nemorino’s uncle has died and left him a fortune. Nemorino staggers in, having drunk the second bottle of “elixir.” He suddenly finds himself the centre of female attention, and, not knowing that he has become an eligible bachelor, believes that the elixir is finally working. Adina and Dulcamara arrive and are both astonished to see Nemorino surrounded by the village maidens and fully enjoying his newfound popularity. Adina angrily confronts him about joining the army, but Nemorino, enjoying her jealousy, goes off with a gaggle of girls. Dulcamara tells Adina that the magic elixir has made Nemorino popular, and that he joined the army in order to get the money to pay for it. Adina realizes that Nemorino’s love is true. Dulcamara, seeing an opportunity to sell more elixir, tries to rouse her jealousy, but she vows to win him back her own way.

Alone, Nemorino recalls the tear on Adina’s cheek and is convinced that she loves him (“Una furtiva lagrima”). But when she arrives, he pretends to be uninterested, in order to get her to declare her true feelings. She asks him not to leave and tells him that she has bought back his commission (“Prendi, per me sei libero”). But she still will not confess her love, so Nemorino vows to die a soldier. At last, Adina tells him that she loves him and begs his forgiveness. Belcore arrives to find the lovers embracing. But he is confident that there are plenty of fish in the sea—and that Dulcamara and his love potion can help.

-Linda Cantoni

What style is it in?

L’elisir d’amore is written in the bel canto style, which literally means ‘beautiful song’.  Bel canto is all about exhibiting the beauty of the human voice. The orchestra functions to support the singer rather than to compete, and the orchestration is often quite sparse, leaving the voice exposed. This means that the singer’s intonation and vocal technique must be absolutely perfect, making bel canto a challenging style to master.

Donizetti, Bellini, and Rossini were the three leading composers of the bel canto style during the first half of the nineteenth century.

Musical Analyis:

This aria, written in strophic form has a very lovely and moving melody, in bel canto style. Donizetti tried to capture Nemorino’s feelings for Adina through arching melodic lines, opening the aria in an interval of a perfect fifth downward, descending in a minor second, and then going to a minor third upward with a leisurely rhythm. 

Sources: 

“'Torna a Surriento'.” Classic FM, www.classicfm.com/composers/rossini/. 

Green, Aaron. “Translation of ‘Largo Al Factotum’ From ‘The Barber of Seville.’” ThoughtCo, ThoughtCo, www.thoughtco.com/largo-al-factotum-lyrics-and-text-translation-724018. 

Schwarm, Betsy, and Linda Cantoni. “L'elisir D'amore.” Encyclopædia Britannica, Encyclopædia Britannica, Inc., 4 Apr. 2014, www.britannica.com/topic/Lelisir-damore. 

Green, Aaron. “What Does the Famous Aria 'Una Furtiva Lagrima' Mean in English?” ThoughtCo, ThoughtCo, www.thoughtco.com/una-furtiva-lagrima-lyrics-and-translation-724077. 

“L'elisir D'amore in a Nutshell.” Opera North, www.operanorth.co.uk/blogs/l-elisir-d-amore-in-a-nutshell.