#italians really liked this one

[wlwmoviebracket]

round 1

#the killing of sister george #nina #round 1 #nina 2019 #italians really liked this one

[canisalbus]

I saw tye most Machete-coded Italian greyhound at work today. Sad wet eyes, frail frame, and constant anxiety to match. But I couldn't just say he was Machete-coded so I told my coworker he looked like he belongs permanently squeezed in the Temple Grandin Hug Machine

Raise your hand if you also belong permanently squeezed in the Temple Grandin Hug Machine.

#that's like a really specific way to roast someone #irl Vaschete sightings #italian greyhounds are just like that #I love them but I've never met one who didn't look a little wet eyed and frail even when they're clearly happy and energetic #answered #queer-for-science #dog sightings

[bucephaly]

It's kinda shocking to me how few people seem to know how prevalent the 'my great grandmother was cherokee' myth is and how it's almost never actually true, especially when it comes with things like 'never signed up' or 'fell off the trail' or 'courthouse burned down destorying the documentation' etc etc.

People just don't even seem to know the history like.. when the Trail happened. My great great great grandfather was 2 years old during Removal in 1838, so peoples 'my great grandmother hid in the mountains!' is so clearly wrong. And we have rolls. From before and after removal, rolls done by cherokee nation and others by the government, rolls that were not stored in one random flammable courthouse. It's not difficult to find the actual evidence of ancestry.

And just.. there are lots of ways those family stories get started. It was a practice during the confederacy to claim cherokee ancestry to show one's family had 'deep roots in the south' that they were there before the cherokee were removed. Many people pretended to be cherokee and applied for the Guion-Miller payout just to try to steal money meant for cherokees - 2/3rds of the applicants were denied for having 0 proof of actual cherokee ancestry. [We even see lawyers advertising signing up for the Miller roll just to try to get free money.] And the myth even started in some families in the cherokee land lotteries, where the land stolen from us was raffled off, including the house and everything that was left behind when the cherokees were removed. We have seen people whose families just take these things stolen from the cherokee family and adopt them into their own family story, saying that they were cherokee themselves.

If you had some family story about being cherokee and you wanna have proof one way or the other, check out this Facebook group run by expert cherokee genealogists that do research for free. Just please read the rules fully and respect the researchers. They run thousands of people's ancestries a year and their average is only around 0.7% of lines they run actually end up having true cherokee ancestry.

#and ive heard even dumber origins of the cherokee family myth #such as an ancestor having a silly sounding name so the descendents just go 'oh she mustve been an indian!!!' #i was one of the few people who had my ancestry done on the facebook and had genuine cherokee ancestry #[though i had found it before it was just really validating to get it double checked and i started finding cousins (:] #like. i was told once when i was a kid by my grandma that my dad had cherokee ancestry and i didnt believe her. its wild that so many peopl #will make it a Fixture of their identity [or even just smth they bring up ever] with Zero proof #at least for cherokees from what ive seen its usually considered really disrespectful to claim to have cherokee ancestry without #actually having the documentation [like ancestors on the rolls] #and no a dna test doesnt count. nor does 'my dad is Clearly not white!' or 'high cheekbones' or old family photos or anything #i had this discussion with someone recently whose dad had been calling himself 3/4 native but didnt know exactly what nation ???? hello? #and its like... sorry but ur dad is like. italian lol. #[and blood quantum is bullshit anyway im tired of the 'im 1/16 cherokee' comments its dumb #cherokee nation does not have a blood quantum requirement. its pointless bringing it up in the discussion of who is or isnt cherokee] #also mandatory disclaimer that im reconnecting. i didnt grow up connected to the culture of even knowing my ancestry #this is all from my looking into this stuff over the past year or so. i cant claim to be an authority over anything regarding this #this is p much all my repeating things ive heard said by people who know a lot more than i do haha #man. and this isnt even starting to get into the fake tribe stuff. the only legit cherokee groups are the 3 federally recognized bands #cherokee nation of oklahoma. united keetoowah band. and the eastern band of cherokee indians. #any others that are state recognized or not at all arent acknowledged as legitimate by any of the legit cherokee groups #anyway. my final message goodb.ye #cherokee #tsalagi

[comic-sans-chan]

cursed modern human garashir au where ds9 is an old ruined resort that was built by some evil rich motherfuckers years ago and was recently seized back by the native people whose land and economy it had destroyed. it's since been converted into an affordable apartment complex sort of situation (just... with a pool, bar, restaraunts, spa and tennis court built into it lol) and is run by sisko and kira. since it is rundown, odo gets hired back on to keep kids from further vandalizing it and o'brien's team gets hired on from the nonprofit organization sisko works for to fix the place up best he can. dukat is the old overseer of the property who drops by sometimes to remind them he and his hospitality business still exist, and my, what a fine job they’ve done renovating the place! it’s actually nice again. sure would be a shame if someone bought the property out from under them (lmao jk kardasi hospitality and starfleet are friends! no hard feelings. they should collaborate on some future projects, actually).

garak's a sad bitch who just lost his amazing morally dubious nepotism career at obsidian corp. (which absorbed kardasi hospitality) and moved into the complex just for the comfortingly familiar architecture. even tho he's not on the payroll for his (secret) dad's evil exploitative company anymore he's still vital to its continued efficiency and is an absolute sucker who still does unpaid shady work for them from time to time. so no one in the complex likes him, but also he's a very pleasant and fastidious queer man who pays his rent on time and has completely taken over the laundry room, to the benefit of everyone, because all the machines actually work now, it's always tidy, and there's a variety of forever-stocked detergents and soaps available, plus an iron?? there was not an iron before garak moved in. which is how it eventually becomes public knowledge that garak has an online tailoring and fashion design business, and he's actually pretty good at restoring clothes that get fucked by the washing machine or eaten by rats, soooo. yeah. they let him stick around.

meanwhile julian's a hot doctor who works at the local hospital and is absolutely buried in student debt that he refuses to let his moderately-wealthy family help him with because they're awful people who had him on illegal drugs without his knowledge since he was a little kid. they were afraid he had something wrong with him, apparently. he was too far behind in his class or w/e. they couldn't handle having a kid with special needs, so they pumped him full of dangerous experimental stimulants. only reason he found out is because he snuck off somewhere to start transitioning and had some tests done that revealed all the crazy shit in his system. he's insanely lucky he didn't end up in the hospital with seizures or fall into a coma or worse. not to mention his parents still dead-name him left and right over a decade later. it's a whole mess and a huge secret, because he technically has a history with illegal drug abuse, and it's a partially ongoing history because going cold turkey off drugs he's been on since he was six is Not A Good Idea, so??? fuck his life, actually. he lives in the apartment just down the hall from garak's. 

garak hates the country his dad's company expanded into and would like nothing better than to move back home, but it's not really logistically possible. especially since everyone there hates him cuz his (secret) dad's company is a mega-corporation that's completely taken over everything p much and is a complete monopoly nightmare, and he did... kinda... work there for decades. no one would hire him if he went back. it would be an extreme conflict of interest, since everyone wants to stay on tain's good side, including garak. but starfleet is interested in him, so he does some begrudging contract work for them sometimes, but he really has no desire to join them. he just wants to resume his old career and reclaim his assets.

julian's hospital is owned by starfleet, tho. his scholarship into medical school was also from starfleet, in fact--they're the only reason he was able to (sort of) afford becoming a doctor at all. so he's a big fan, even tho they are pretty hardcore anti-drugs in a way that's made him have to forge medical records and risk serious legal charges and prison time. julian comes across as a squeaky clean medical professional and an adorable idiot, but he's intimately familiar with back-alley dealings. which is kind of how he ends up helping garak with his drug addiction, and keeps said addiction off the record.

but basically, how it begins is julian likes to support the local restaurants in the complex and garak finds him there and thinks he's gorgeous, and it proceeds as expected. they fuck nasty and become codependent. ten years later, julian lives in a modest house with garak in his home country and garak irons all his old university hoodies.

#julian's addicted to trashy romance novels with mysterious ceo love interests with fancy high rise apartments and private jets #if they have an accent Even Better and garak has a thick one #so when he meets garak he's immediately drooling #but he later finds out garak was never especially wealthy he was the bastard son of the housekeeper in his (secret) dad's mansion #and as an adult he was Not paid well so he lived pretty much like a normal person #he does not drive an italian sports car it's just a kia #but garak Was on his way to taking over his dad's company and becoming filthy rich and he Is familiar with that lifestyle #so he plays it up to impress julian in the beginning of their relationship #saving up to take him to fancy hotels and restaurants in exotic locations for business purposes and doing weird sex stuff #this eventually peters out into them just loving each other for who and what they really are #but julian can't deny finding garak particularly irresistible when he's in a suit and talking about the stock market #garashir #my posts

[aroaceleovaldez]

honestly, boldest move the fandom could go for is collectively deciding to characterize Nico as the type to like, never use pet names in ship stuff. itd be kinda funny.

#pjo #riordanverse #nico di angelo #hear me out: we've had enough of the fandom woobifying nico or being weird about over-emphasizing him being Italian #together we can make a difference by acknowledging that Nico is not hot. he's not uwu boyfriend. #and the idea of nico ships being the dichotomy of that one tumblr post - ''hey babe. love of my life. sweetheart. darling.'' ''hi [name].'' #is really amusing #also nico feels like the type to refer to people by last names or titles frequently #like as a formality #so inherently him referring to people just by their given name implies he's on a more casual basis with them

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Italian Grand Prix - Jenson Button

#more gifs yaaaaa even tho i didnt even rly like this race overly tbh #also just miss having one of my main boys on the top step so this was made to cope #i think once in a fic i read jense's smile described as 'wolfish' and my god if that wasnt the most accurate description ever #like the way his grin curls to the one side specifically.....eeeeeeeeee so wolfish #im always astonished at just how badly colored the pressers are....theyre so desaturated and icky..... #like seriously ill be watching them like 'uhhh wait do i really find this guy attractive...?' and then i recolor and im like OH YEAH I DO #its just super unflattering and drab I HATE IT!! but its the only thing i actually enjoy coloring bcs everything else is just frustrating #jenson button #jb22 #we do a little bit of f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #2009 italian gp

[endofbeginings]

Thinking about mamma rossella and ferrari drivers over the years.... cheek to cheek, forehead to forehead HAND IN HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#the heat and humidity are really getting to me I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THESE FUCKING CAVALLINI ROSSI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #anyway the love the red horses have for their people and viceversa makes me cry every single time #i should be studying but im reading the messages seb has written to mamma rossella thru the years and i feel insane #the fernando pic absolutely kills me u KNOW that man must be a menace doing la sobremesa and she would eat it up every time #i spent too much time looking at the trip advisors pics now i want a proper pasta dish so bad.... #like the ones my italian grandma would make..... pleek i onyl have chickpeas in the pantry this is a disgrace #i have too many driver tags this is getting out of hand #fernando alonso #seb #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #felipe massa #ferrari #rubens barichello #own post #f1

[discocandles]

Anytime I think about Steve, Eddie, Chrissy or Robin as famous musicians, I have to hold myself back from adding a shit ton of Lady Gaga references.

Like in the 2010s Lady Gaga appeared for an mtv music award show as this rugged, unkept greaser type character she made up named jo calderone. He's kinda known as "Lady Gaga's boyfriend that is also lady Gaga in drag". Steve Harrington, teen popstar trying to get away from his overbearing label would show up to the red carpet in drag as Amanda Miller, the girlfriend his label chose for him. She is dressed how they have their other popstar darling, Chrissy Cunningham dress. Amanda Miller later shows up in one of his music videos after he leaves the label. Both appearances of Amanda Miller cause mass bi panic online.

Speaking of fellow teen popstar Chrissy Cunningham, she starts openly thanking God and the Gays for the successes in her career. The label hates it, but they deal or else she's not gonna thank God either, causing problems with her religious fanbase(the impact of only letting her make ultra clean love songs for years). Also the idea of Chrissy disrespecting the interviewers who disrespect her is so healing. Think about it. Like yeah she ate that guy's script, and she'd do it again if he asks about her diet.

For rockstar eddie? So in Lady Gaga's song government hooker there's a spoken bit(not the jfk line the "back up and turn around" one). Those lines are spoken by Gaga's bodyguard Pete, who has a very thick Dutch accent after Lady gaga suddenly brought the idea that he be the "pervy robot voice" up during production.

Like Eddie would so do this, as I think creating songs gives him a lot of almost maniacal energy. Also for this one, the bodyguard is Italian Steve, but he's Jeff's bodyguard who Eddie's been constantly flirting with. That's perfectly fine by Eddie's actual bodyguard, who needs "a damn second to fucking breathe, you hyperactive bastard".

Indie rock vocalist Robin Buckley would have an album where she sings in like four different languages outside of English like lady Gaga did in born this way. And also sing in other languages fairly often. It's most often in French(like lady Gaga does), but every time Robin starts singing in a language that isn't English, the fans will scramble to figure out what tongue she's singing/speaking in now and what is she saying? What does google translate say she's saying?

There's paparazzi photos of vocalist Robin standing next to Jeff from Corroded Coffin but she's chatting in Italian with... his body guard? Apparently they met as teenagers on a trip abroad and became best friends then pen pals after. But we guess it evens out as robin's makeup artist/one woman glam team was best friends with Eddie in high school? And she won the prom queen tiara that CC wears in their iconic album cover. I dunno, just something that's been haunting my brain.

#yeah that last paragraph has nothing to do with lady Gaga it's just the au idea. #if anyones asking who of them wears the meat dress pls know it'd be Chrissy. #Eddie would volunteer to jump off the top of a football stadium to start a set but no one even proposed that as an idea. #Robin would also play an infinite amount of instruments at the drop of a hat but gaga is only really seen w/ pianos so it didn't fit as wel #do I think in a modern au jo calderone would be Steve's bi awakening? hell yes I do. rewatchs the yoü and I mv just for the cornfield shots #steddie #buckingham #popstar steve harrington #popstar chrissy cunningham #rockstar eddie munson #singer robin buckley #polyglot robin buckley #bodyguard steve harrington #italian steve harrington #makeup artist chrissy cunningham #i dunno what Robin and Eddie would be in the teen pop stars Steve and Chrissy au but I do know #I can't have more than 2 of them as popular musicians in the same au #I also don't know how I'd involve the party in there either. but eh I kinda like the other one more. #lady gaga #stranger things #chrissy cunningham #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #st

[leclercskiesahead]

not a single f1 driver in that one 100 most handsome men annual ranking...that's how you know the methodology is wrong

#come on where are charles carlos lewis #pleasantly surprised to see berrettini there in 100. but messi over berrettini? really? #hello dex. #also there was a guy who looked like josh hutcherson but was not josh hutcherson?? #also. no way messi is the most handsome footballer pls. he's the only one on the list #btw as a football fan. 99% of footballers are ugly. #also as an ethnic east asian. is the ranking skewed to us or what. and yet all doctored looks. #but yeah go dylan wang I guess. one day I will finish watching meteor garden. today is not that day #oh damiano in 25th tho yay Italians I guess

[analogwriting]

Star-Crossed

Chapter 5: Cuore

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 3.2k a/n: mio tesorino = my little treasure, ciao papi = hello, dad. again, i just used google translate for these lmfao it's supposed to be italian cause i said fuck it let's just go whole hog on this mafia idea.

On your way to the cafeteria, you ended up being called away on another business ordeal. You knew you couldn’t just leave Rosinante to fend for himself, not when you told him you’d be back. You spotted Shachi at the corner of your eye. Perfect!

“Shachi!” He jumped, looking over at you with wide eyes. He scittered over to you. “Y-Yes?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you watched his behavior. “Shachi, you’re not in trouble.” All of the tension left his body and he visibly deflated. 

“Oh, thank heavens.” 

You narrowed your eyes, folding your arms across your chest. “Why? Should you be in trouble?”

His eyes widened once more and he shook his head quickly. “N-No, doctor, I- uh-”

“I’m joking. I just need you to go and grab Rosinante some food from the cafeteria. He’s in my office. He lost a lot of blood during his fall earlier, so see to it that he’s good to go, alright?” You smiled at him with a nod.

“What happened?”

“You can ask him. I have to go. Thanks!” You smiled at him again and took off towards your next task.

--

The next day you were in your office with Marco, planning out how the day was going to go for the newbies. There were certain areas you wanted them to work on, so you had to specifically plan out their schedules. You were going to do the planning yesterday, but you had a bit of a setback with a certain clumsy man. Threw your entire afternoon out of whack.

“I think Law could practice bedside manners a little more. Sometimes he’s a little too blunt.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. It wasn’t his lack of trying, he just wasn’t one to sugarcoat things. Which could be a good thing, but sometimes people didn’t take to it well. 

Marco nodded, chuckling. “I’ll have him stick with me. I’ll watch over him today. We’ll get him to interact a little more with people. He’s going to absolutely hate it though.” He snorted. “He’s gonna think you’re holding something against him.” 

You frowned. “Well, that’s not the case,” you mumbled, folding your arms, but shaking your head. “No matter, it’s something he needs to work on. He’ll be fine.” You moved on, looking at your list.

“And Bepo could…use the opposite.” You let out a long sigh. “He’s doing great with the kids, but he needs to put his foot down just a little bit more. They are definitely using his niceness to their advantage.” 

“What if we put Law with the kids and had Bepo work with all the grumpy patients?”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “I think that might put them both into a culture shock that I don’t want to deal with.” The both of you burst into laughter as the images popped into your mind. “But it wouldn’t hurt to try it out.” 

“True. Maybe for, like, an hour.”

Before you could get any further, you were called to the front desk. You sighed, grumbling. “I swear if it’s another stupid thing I’m going to absolutely lose my marbles,” you said, setting your clipboard down. Marco stood up from his perched spot on your desk. A position he took so often that there was a slight indent on your desk from him. You’ve had the same desk for years, so it’s had plenty of time to warp.

“Well, I’ll get everyone started on their new positions, you go check out whatever is going on up front.”

You nodded, smiling at Marco. “Thanks, you’re the best.”

“I know. What would you do without me?”

“Die, probably.”

“More than likely.”

As you headed towards the front desk, you saw a very amused looking Law standing at the end of the hallway. He saw you, nodding in greeting before dipping out. What was that all about? What was he doing out here? Wasn’t he supposed to be-

“Y/n!” As you turned the corner, your thought process was cut off as someone said your name. Your eyes landed on the tall man that just keeps coming into your life. You opened your mouth to say his name when you remembered that Law always called him ‘Corazon’ not Rosinante. So, technically, you wouldn’t know that name. You’ve never officially treated him, after all.

“Corazon.” It was weird on your tongue, but you rolled with it. You saw his cheeks turn a little pink. “You know my name?” he asked.

“I work with your son. Of course I know your name.” 

You folded your arms, studying him for a moment. You tilted your head to the side as you took the man in. He seemed nervous and his hands were behind his back, which automatically put you on edge because of past experiences, but at the same time you felt he wouldn’t do something like that. He squirmed under your gaze.

“What’s going on? Are you the one who called for me? You look nervous.” You raised your eyebrows. “How are you feeling?” You walked over to him, examining him closer. You took his arm gently looking at the stitching before looking up and taking his head in your hands gently to pull him close so you could examine the small cut on his face to see how it was healing.

“I-I’m fine!” He pulled away as he squeaked, stepping back a little.

You blinked in surprise, looking at him. “Then what…?”

“I-I wanted to formally apologize for yesterday. And also thank you for being so nice. And Law mentioned you really liked coffee so…”

He held out a bag of your favorite brand and something clicked in the back of your brain. Law wouldn’t have known your favorite brand. Motherfucking Marco. They had to be working together. What the hell was going on? No, no. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Just a simple gesture of thanks. That’s all. Corazon probably asked Law who asked Marco. You’ll let it slide this time.

“Take this as my token of gratitude. I-If you want,” he said, mumbling the last part. As he spoke, his face grew more and more red. The receptionists were watching you like they were watching a live soap opera. They were hanging on to every action and word with bated breath.

Your own eyes were wide though as the gears turned in your head. You felt your face slowly start heating up as your own brain began to short circuit. 

“Uh, y/n?”

“I think you broke them.” One receptionist chimed.

“Yeah, they’re not too good with tokens of gratitude or compliments. Humble as they come, that one. Give them a minute to restart.”

Corazon looked at them, nodding before looking back to you as concern spread across his face.

Just like that - you were back online.

“Oh, thank you.” You resumed as if you hadn’t just stood there rebooting for the last minute and a half. Corazon seemed to jump a little as you just…came back to life suddenly. “You really didn’t have to do it and I can’t really-”

“I will give it to you off the clock if I have to. Say it’s a present from one friend to another. Then it doesn’t have to be a weird ethic thing.” 

You looked at him as he seemed to read your mind. Your eyes narrowed slightly. Usually it was Marco the one doing that; and that made sense. It was weird when it was someone else. Someone you’d only met a few times. 

“Doctor, you better take it!” You looked over at the receptionists with a droll expression before sighing. “Okay, okay.”

You looked at Corazon, taking the bag of coffee and smiling at him. You bowed your head slightly. “Thanks.”

“No, no. I’m the one thanking you, remember?”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes with a small smile and a wave of dismissal. You let out a silent sigh, feeling your brain going back to normal.

A chime came from your watch and you groaned. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’d love to stay and chat, but I have a stupid meeting.” You looked at Corazon and smiled at him. “Thanks again and I’m sure I’ll see you around. Fate and all,” you teased. You winked at him and turned on your heel, speeding off.

Corazon just watched as you left, his face turning a bright red. 

“Oooh, boy. You are smitten.” The receptionist chimed with a large smile. 

“And I think the sentiments returned. I think that’s the longest they’ve ever taken to reboot.” The other mused. The two burst into laughter.

Corazon quickly turned and hightailed it out of there, working very hard not to break anything on his way out; all while his face was on fire…figuratively.

--

About a week went by where you didn’t see Corazon, not that he had a reason to come to the hospital and you weren’t exactly going out. You were working more as it was beginning to grow cold outside, so cold and flu season was upon you. The hospital was busier and you had to step in to help ease the load of your doctors and nurses. You weren’t the type of boss who just watched your people struggle, you always lent a helping hand, wanting to make things easier for your employees.

However, you were surprised to see him in the front area talking to Law. He happened to see you, face brightening as he waved at you. Law glanced over his shoulder at you - a glint of something in his eye. He was definitely up to something. 

“Y/n!” You offered a small wave. “Corazon. What are you doing here?”

“Well, Law texted me saying that he had forgotten something, so I came to bring it to him!”

You looked at Law, eyes narrowing slightly. He looked at you with an innocent expression. “Well, that’s unlike you. I hope you’re not catching a cold,” you said to him, looking him dead in the eye - almost challenging him. He looked at you right back, accepting whatever challenge you had in store for him.

This shithead. He was like a mini-Marco in the making.

“I’m feeling just fine, doctor. A simple mix up is all.”

“Mhm.” You looked at him for a moment longer before turning to Corazon. “Well, it’s nice seeing you. Keep an eye on Law at home. Just to make sure the poor thing isn’t sick.” You looked back at the younger man. “And I’ll keep an eye on him here.”

Corazon was completely oblivious to whatever silent war you and Law were currently having. “Oh, okay. I suppose it is that time of year. And he does have a habit of overworking himself. I’ll make sure he’s getting plenty of rest.”

You looked at Corazon once more, smiling and nodding. “You’re a good father, I’m sure you’ll look out for him.” The words escaped from your mouth before you could stop them, a softness to your voice that you didn’t have often.

You froze for a moment, watching as Corazon turned a bright read and your own mind short circuiting. A large shit eating grin spread across Law’s face as if he had won the lottery. 

“I have to go. Stay safe.” You turned on your heel, hightailing it out of there. Fuck. 

--

After that embarrassing blunder, you noticed Corazon at the hospital a couple times a week. Law always seemed to be ‘forgetting’ something or the man was bringing him lunch of some kind, as per Law’s request. Or he was bringing something for one of the other three boys. And Marco seemed to always happen to bring you in that way when he showed up too. They were all working together. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if the receptionists were in on it.

They were all as little matchmakers and you were going to fight all of them if you weren’t so damn busy. Everything was honestly getting to you. Between the stress of long hours, you pushing yourself, these stupid, pointless meetings that wasted your time. Honestly, Corazon’s little visits did give you some reprieve, it was like a breath of fresh air. He was a breath of fresh air. Fuck.

You ended up snapping in one of your board meetings with the other doctors from other hospitals. They were talking about something trivial, boasting like usual and you just…snapped.

“For the love of god, is there anything fucking important for today’s meeting? Unlike the rest of you, I have a hospital to run. I don’t fucking have time to fluff your egos.” 

You glared into your camera with a twitch in your eye as everyone entered a stunned silence. “I’m so fucking tired of these meetings. I’m not going to attend anymore. If you have something important for me, fucking email it.” Then you slammed your laptop shut, letting out a loud, exasperated sigh.

“I was honestly wondering when you’d do that.”

You looked up, seeing Marco leaning against the doorframe with two cups of coffee. “I suppose it was a long time coming,” you mumbled with a sigh, taking the mug as it was offered. 

“You put up with it longer than I would have. They’re also probably going to call me later and ask me what’s got your underwear in a bunch and if I can talk you down.” Marco laughed, shaking his head. They had done it a few times. You had been curt with them before, cold. Every time, they called Marco to ‘get you in line’ basically. Every time the both of you just laughed about it. It was stupid. They were stupid.

“I suppose that freed up a lot of time though. That’s…a lot of meetings less a week.” They had all just been calling for the most stupid shit and most of it on the fly. “I swear, none of them actually work.”

“And that’s why their hospitals aren’t the top,” your best friend mused, making you snort. He wasn’t wrong.

You stood up with a stretch and a sigh. “Alright. What’s on the agenda now, then?” you mumbled, taking a swig of your drink. Marco shook his head. “You need a moment to cool down so we’re going to go and do a lap.”

You just stared at him. “Marco. It’s literally cold and flu season, we don’t have ti-”

“We have time. I have it covered. Everyone knows you need a break. Let’s go.” He began to usher you out of your office. “But we have-”

“No. We’re taking a lap and then you can worry, okay?”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. He was right. You couldn’t operate like this; well, you could, but you shouldn’t. You wouldn’t let anyone else do this. Marco is doing what you would do. He always looked after you like that, just as you did with him. Though, he was better at taking it easy than you were. You were always stretching yourself thin for the sake of making sure no one else did it.

Finally, you gave in, walking by his side and listening to him prattle on about whatever was going on in the hospital currently. You knew of what was happening on the medical side, but you were never up to date on gossip like he was. He was a social butterfly that knew everything that was going on in that realm of things. He always kept you up to date. You personally didn’t care what your employees did or who they associated with and how as long as they did their jobs. And they all did, so you saw no issues.

“Y/n!” You looked up, coming back to the real world as you heard a voice say your name, and it wasn’t Marco. A wave of calm washed over you just like every other time you’ve been seeing him lately.

It was only then that you realized you were in the front area. Marco had led you right to Corazon. You gave him a look, making him put up his hands in surrender before looking at the giant man before you. “Corazon.” You offered a tired smile.

“Are you okay? You look exhausted.” The man frowned, looking at you. “You need to be taking care of yourself too, you know. Weren’t you just telling me to make sure Law didn’t overwork himself?” You looked up at him, feeling your cheeks heat up.

You were used to Marco’s fretting but when it was someone else it always made you flustered. Were you that obvious to read? “Just a shitty meeting is all,” you mumbled, which wasn’t exactly wrong.

“Oh.” He frowned, seemingly not believing you. Which he also wouldn’t be wrong.

“Why are you here?” you asked. “Did Law forget something again? Should we get his head checked?”

“I’m…actually here for you this time.”

You blinked, looking at him as your brain was not computing. “Me?” You tilted your head to the side. “Is it about Law? I mean, you shouldn’t worry. He’s doing just great an-”

“Not that.”

You stopped, looking at him incredulously. If not for Law, then for what? Was he also interested in working here since he was always here? “Is it about one of the other boys then? They’re doing just fine too. T-”

“Also no.”

“Then wh-”

“Well, let me talk and I might be able to tell you.” He chuckled in a way that made your chest hurt and your face went hot.

“O-Okay,” you squeaked out, your brain coming to a full stop as you had no idea what was going on. You were about to go into full reboot again.

“Well, I wanted to ask you-”

“Mio tesorino!” Your eyes went wide as a new voice rang through the front area. A voice you knew well. Not one you hated, but one you didn’t want to hear right now at this moment considering who was standing in front of you.

Corazon saw your face. “Y/n? Are you okay? Who-” He turned around, seeing the owner of the voice. You felt the man stiffen next to you. His entire demeanor changed in an instant. It resembled the one that he had on the night that you met him. He stepped in front of you, almost as if defending you. It made sense given the circumstance. Of course Corazon would recognize the man before him. He was well known both above and below. 

“My, who do we have here?” the voice almost taunted. For fuck’s sake, he was enjoying this far too much. What the hell was he doing here unannounced? He never did this! You told him not to do this. You needed to stop this before he got out of hand.

You felt Corazon step forward but you grabbed his shirt, pulling him back and walking around him. You felt his eyes on you. 

Your eyes fell to the man who was currently walking in with two other men next to him. They were all wearing wild print button ups with slacks and loafers. You sighed, knowing this was going to kick you in the ass later. “Ciao, papi.”

#i was about to make mc hawaiian again like in the first one i did but i was like nah i need to not do the same thign #but my brain just blanked and i decided fuck it #lets just go full italian for mc #really go for cliche #spanish mafia against the italian mafia lmao #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #rosinante corazon #rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante x reader #corazon #corazon x reader #am fics #sc #y'all asked for cora to find out mc's identity ;)

[fritzes]

tbh italian tennis has the same problem as american tennis in that their support of players is completely fair-weather

#obviously I’ve gone on many unhinged rants about the treatment of american tennis players #but the more I think about it the italians get the same shit #matteo berrettini has basically been disowned because of his injury #everyone has written off lorenzo musetti because of a slump #and don’t even get me started on jannik until he started having great results everyone was like “oh he isn’t REALLY italian” #and now everyone is like “ohhh jannik we never doubted you for a second! you’re the best!” #and no one ever talks about like jasmine paolini or martina trevisan despite them being ranked just as high as most of the guys #if not higher #ughhhh

[canisalbus]

I just recently started following you so i don't have the full lore of your murderous gay religiously traumatized doggos, BUT, from my understanding, they are Italian and i don't know what part of Italy they are from, yet i can't help headcanoning Vasco as Tuscan, while Machete is probably from some part of Veneto. And as an Italian who has heard Tuscans and Veneto dialet, well it's an hilarious mental image.

Vasco is indeed Tuscan, Florentine to be specific. He comes from a wealthy and influential noble family that has lived in Florence for centuries. He's proud of his roots, and it's usually easy for strangers to tell where he's from. He's a resonably successful politician and has worked as an ambassador and representative of Florence on numerous occasions.

Machete is originally Sicilian (ironically about as far from Veneto as possible), although he was taken to mainland at young age and has lived in several places since then, before ending up in Rome. The way I see it, he exhibits very little local color, his demeanor and (even though Italian hadn't become a standardized language yet) way of speaking are formal, neutral and scarcely give away any hints about his personal history, at least in the 16th century canon.

#I tend to take the easy way out with the various Italian dialects/languages and temper their effect on how the dog world works #even though to my understanding in reality they differ drastically from each other even today and they aren't always mutually intelligible #especially when you compare northern and southern ones #I know at least Sicilian is so different from modern day Italian it's considered a separate language entirely #it isn't the only one but I'm not a linguist and not even Italian so I'm not really qualified to be explaining any of this to you #main point is that my dogs are well traveled educated and adaptable so I'd like to believe that they manage #otherwise making this whole scenario work would become very complicated #language barriers aplenty #Machete is a fast learner with a natural knack for languages so he absorbs/decodes new ones easily #and I can see him acting as an interpreter if necessary #which is a valuable trait for someone working as the secretary of state I'd imagine #a lot of people he ends up dealing with speak at least passable Latin so at a pinch they might perhaps try switching to that? #Vasco might have a Tuscan flavor but Machete is more of a blank slate (at least in public and at work) #answered #fallenoftheromaempire #feel free to correct me if I've gotten something wrong I'm not an expert and this stuff is complicated for an outsider

[lopposting]

even more jiwon choi lore

*zones out during podcast*

#hes too busy cookin his public domain souls empire #polluting lies of p tag #again #rlly cool episode where the devs talk about souls games!! (y) not that much LOP stuff but they did talk about italy #basically they DID want to take more inspiration from italy and italian culture!! but it didnt really fit with the dieselpunk aesthetic #THEY WERE EVEN CONSIDERING THE AMERICAN WILD WEST AT ONE POINT #(lets just say italian culture was too beautiful for it) and they ended up basing it more on like french culture #guys i have been going through a bunch of lop stuff #and this is my favourite man on the planet right now #you could not fake that snap back to reality moment #lop bts #lies of p #lop devs #lop italy #jiwon choi lore

[hella1975]

all hate to tiktok for taking 'having a space to more openly and actively talk about different cultures' to mean 'cultures are NOT to be shared and we must be vigilantly defensive of our cultures for fear of appropriation, a word that can be applied to any multicultural interaction'. like of course cultural appropriation is a very real problem but ive seen with the access to global multicultural conversation that tiktok provides it's made people TERRIFIED to even interact with cultures other than their own for fear of 'doing it wrong'. like at some point you have to acknowledge that in the real world of the great outdoors, the majority of people are eager to SHARE their cultures. yes there are ignorant questions and biases but also... how do you think those things get unlearnt? i dont understand how deciding that multiculturalism is an elephant in the room instead of a normal thing that should just be talked about and lived with is supposed to benefit anyone? and kids on tiktok are CONVINCED that it's a time bomb of a conversation to have and therefore must be avoided at all costs but like. people generally LOVE their home and their culture and are PROUD of it and want to share it. how have we made it so that showing genuine interest and a desire to understand something so integral to a person's identity is now feared and borderline demonised?

#thinking about this a lot lately. thinking about how fun it was comparing cultural differences in america #thinking of how when i was homesick one thing i found a great comfort in was talking about my home #and how it differed and i really loved and appreciated it when people would ask me about england #in a way that they genuinely just wanted to learn about it and not to take the piss #thinking about how the kitchen at work has chefs from all over europe. we have an irish chef and a spanish chef and an italian chef #and one of the kps is from eastern europe (i havent actually been able to find out where yet) etc and the way they banter with each other #like usually chefs are Problematic bc their humour is VERY abrasive and usually offensive #but this is one instance where it's actually to their benefit bc they're so unafraid to ADDRESS THE FACT THEY HAVE DIFFERENT CULTURES #i feel like the tiktok gen are so petrified of even acknowledging other cultures let alone discussing them #that it's actually sending the conversation backwards. like how does hoarding your culture and pretending it's not there benefit anyone #LET ALONE YOU AND THE CULTURE IN QUESTION. idk it just baffles me a bit that something that started as people on tiktok #genuinely spreading information and talking about the BAD side of this where people DO culturally appropriate or invade spaces that arent #theirs has now become 'for fear of speaking bad about it we will not speak about it at all'. and they'll crucify you if you do. like what #even at uni my best mate is indian and she's too scared to join the sikh society on her own so i regularly go to the events with her #and im typically one of the handful (or the only) white non-sikh there and i get SO welcomed each time #like there's such a genuine excitement to share the culture with someone who is effectively a blank slate #and like yeah ill ask 'dumb' questions or i'll have different experiences (tried a samosa for the first time at one of these events #and the moment that info got out i had like five STRANGERS trying to give me different samosas to try and it was genuinely such #a laugh bc yes they were TEASING me bc 'how have you never had one' but they were also really eager to share MORE as a result) #ugh idk what im saying. i just think it's a shame to watch this happen in real time on the internet #when if people would just go outside and actually TALK to people from other cultures they'd realise 9 times out of 10 the interactions #are actually really really nice for BOTH parties. and actually refusing to talk about this stuff is long-term pretty fucking detrimental #and it also goes the other way!!! like imagine if i - citizen of colonisation motherland herself - didn't interact with other cultures #and didnt ask questions or hear their opinions on whatever shared history we have from THEIR POINT OF VIEW #imagine the kind of shit id be internalising bc i only hung out with other white british people. it wouldnt matter if i was doing it #to be woke or 'respect their culture'. it would still be fucking ignorant. like half my interactions with other cultures #see me as the butt of the joke bc of this like aforementioned irish chef at work VOCALLY slates the english all the time #but it's done in an environment where we're FRIENDS and it's poking fun at each other while still addressing a very serious history. like?? #idk if any of this is worded in a way that makes sense but yeah. i have thoughts #cant believe i got inspired to make an actually serious post bc of the CHEFS AT WORK. embarrassing. no one let them see this

[itsamenickname]

I don’t know if this has been done or not, but one Bowuigi headcanon I’ve thought about and love is the idea of Bowser asking Luigi to teach him some Italian words/phrases because he wants to know Luigi better and just absolutely loves to see Luigi get so excited about teaching him stuff.

Plus, whenever he and Mario have one of their ridiculous, yet really funny, arguments, it’s always fun for Bowser to see the red plumber’s reaction when he learns that Bowser not only actually understood what he said but also made a relevant snarky comeback.

#luigi #bowser #luigi nintendo #bowser nintendo #bowser x luigi #bowuigi #mario #mario nintendo #mario bros #super mario bros #headcanon #mario headcanons #mario fanfic idea #Not sure if this has been done already but I’m sure as hell contributing to this idea #So picture Mario and Bowser arguing over Grambi-knows-what while they’re on their way to save Luigi in TBTBWTK #Or imagine them arguing in any scenario really #Anyway after they’re done arguing Mario mutters something in Italian under his breath #Probably something like “I swear to the Stars above you are going to be the death of me one of these days” #And then right after Mario saids this Bowser saids this particular line with no hesitation: #“And when that day comes I’ll be sure to celebrate that momentous occasion with my kingdom” #And Mario just stares at Bowser with a flabbergast expression because he didn’t expect him to understand him much less have a good comeback #Bonus points if Bowser responds back to Mario in Italian #TBTBWTK miscellaneous stuff

[hetafice]

hi hi !! loveee your blog so far, it’s v nice to see more hetalia writers popping up again. if you’re interested in tackling this request, i’d like to see your take on how a yandere romano would deal with feelings of jealousy in regards to his darling getting a little too close than what his insecure brain’s comfortable with to his brother veneziano? 🫶💕

tysm! these are still yandere hcs, but i actually ended up also doing a small character study. i’ve been wanting to do those more recently so if you’re interested send in a request! bonus points if it’s not a super popular character. + this came out a lot longer than intended, so enjoy.

This is something Lovino would not be able to handle.

He has spent centuries trying to navigate the minefield that is the relationship with his brother--with varying degrees of success. One thing that has remained constant, however, is the fact that people overwhelmingly prefer his younger brother.

Romano has seemingly tried everything. Careful imitation, acting the complete opposite, sabotaging from the shadows, acting as right-hand man, you name it. Nothing has seemed to stick.

Even now, he’s invisible. Reduced to the lesser half a whole. Forever shackled to his brother, effectively prevented from exercising his own agency.

It’s never fun to be stuck in someone's shadow, but for the person whose shadow you're stuck in to be so unflinchingly blasé about it? For one to be as stuck as long as Lovino has? Being forcefully denied your own personhood like that often breeds contempt. Hatred like that can simmer under the surface for decades, even centuries before bubbling over and being noticed by others. Holding hatred like that for so long as he has? It’s almost enough to drive someone mad.

But when he gets you and has something of his own for once he relaxes a bit. There’s no need to be on edge, to constantly put on airs, because he has someone in his corner. Someone who has taken the time to know him on a deep, personal level. Someone, who despite his faults, is willing to love him, and in turn trusts him enough to love them back. That alone is enough to satiate him, to quiet his restless mind, and dull the sharp blade of self-hatred that’s been lingering within him for so long.

So when he discovers you calmly conversing with the man who has unknowingly tormented him for so long, he almost does not know what to do with himself.

It’s almost as if he’s on autopilot, mindlessly drifting over to where the two of you stand, immediately trying to assess the situation.

 In your eyes, the conversation with Veneziano was just much overdue. It was impolite to not introduce yourself to someone so close to your partner. Lovino would never say so, but sometimes the refusal to introduce you to his loved ones felt intentional. Whenever you would press the issue, he would hastily arrange a meeting to calm you down. It worked a few times; you got to meet a few of his friends, and even his pseudo-guardian/older brother/ mentor (you never were quite sure of the nature of their relationship), but you never got the chance to meet Veneziano. Occasions where you two were set to meet would mysteriously get canceled due to unforeseen circumstances. You also noticed that he would always get strangely cagey at the mention of his younger brother. 

At first, he would try to covertly sow discord between the two of you, in hopes that you would have a falling-out. In his mind, if he could manufacture situations to make you see his brother’s shortcomings, you wouldn’t want to be around him.

When he discovers, to his horror, that you have grown closer to his brother despite the careful machinations, he would spiral.

To you and Veneziano, your friendship is as right as rain, completely unforced, and a natural progression. After knowing each other peripherally for so long, making friends with you just makes sense.

But to Romano, this is yet another event point, in a seemingly infinite pattern of behavior. Time and time again, Romano finds something of his own, takes a liking to it, starts to cherish it, but only until Veneziano comes along and tries to take it. He always manages, because he is always successful in everything that he does. Afterwards, Romano is then left with nothing but more hatred to swallow and another large bruise on his ego. He can’t let it happen again, not this time, not after cultivating a relationship so pure, not like this, not-

He devises to stop it. Whatever it is between the two of you. Immediately.

Lovino, who has always been romantic, will up the ante. You suddenly find yourself whisked away on trips abroad more often than you are sat at home. How could you find the time to catch up with his brother when you have a date that night, another trip to pack for? To you, it seems as though you have entered a second honeymoon phase in your relationship. Unbeknownst to you, he’s tirelessly working to separate you. He shall get Veneziano away before he tries to take what is rightfully his for the umpteenth time.

Before your increased contact with Veneziano, your relationship was, by all accounts, normal.

You met Lovino by happenstance, and your romance blossomed at a pace that felt comfortable and right. He was nothing but loving and attentive, if a bit temperamental at times. But after you meet his brother, you notice a palpable shift in his attitude. He snaps at people more and always seems to be in deep thought. But he’s kinder in some ways as well. He’s now always concerned about your safety and likes to know where you’re going beforehand, not after the fact like you used to do. He figured out that you love the gifts he gets you, so you now receive way more of them. He’s more appreciative of everything you do as well. So much so that one day, after a particularly elaborate meal, he suggests you quit your job to take care of the home. To his delight, you eventually agree, but any joy is quickly stamped out when he hears you happily explaining your new living arrangement to his brother.

He can’t stand it really, as his mind sails through countless scenarios, unearthing trauma he thought had been resolved (or safely buried) since the early Renaissance. He doesn't know why his mind takes him in this direction, but then again he doesn't know a lot of things. He doesn't know why efforts to separate the two of you don't work, or why nothing he does ever seems to work. Why is it that he is never enough? Why, after so many attempts and failures, did Grandfather never really seem to grow fond of him? 

After yet another night of being forced to confront these long-dormant worries, he decides enough is enough. If you cannot take the hints he has so kindly given you, then he will separate the two of you by force.

Long gone are your days of exploring the city alone. No more impromptu cafe trips, walks around the park, or unsupervised trips to the post office. You are expected to stay at home, and at home you stay.

“Amore mio, it’s too dangerous out there,” he says. “There’s nothing nearby worth seeing, and you know how I feel about you driving.”

And you believe him because why wouldn’t you? He cares for you more than anyone! More than your coworkers, your friends who stopped visiting, or even your family who mysteriously don’t care enough to call anymore…

And just like that, you have been delegated to remain in the domicile. Showering him and only him with your seemingly infinite divine grace for as long as time permits it.

It’s so simple that he regrets not doing it sooner.

As for his ingrate brother, he will do anything to ensure he does not go sniffing anywhere he need not be. 

It takes nothing to ruin Veneziano’s reputation. To oust him as an incompetent womanizer. Someone whose words of concern should never be taken seriously.

To Lovino, it is well worth it. He’ll put an end to the madness, he must. Even if it means making you unhappy, or betraying his own blood, or dirtying his hands with sin, or being at the receiving end of your icy gaze for the rest of eternity.

But you aren’t unhappy, are you now? You’re over the moon, and why wouldn’t you be? You are given everything you need and more. Besides, Lovino doesn't like it when you frown.

“Look happy now. You have no reason not to,” he always says.

#hetalia x reader #yandere hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hws romano #hws italy #if you caught any of the references to dante's inferno i love you #but if you caught any of the references to purgatorio...ik what you are... #i’ll be so honest with you #romano is soooooo interesting to me #like he has lived a life marred by such deep trauma #which is to be expected bc of what he is (an eldritch abomination) #but on top of that he grew up fundementally unloved #or at least not as coddled or well-regarded as his peers #and that's done such a number on his psyche you can even see it in canon #he is so full of spite #you can't tell me that he doesn't actively root against feli #i want to watch him snap and really beat his brothers ass i'll be so honest with u #also yeah one might argue referencing an italian poet in a post abt the italy brothers is corny but idc SUE ME #if you like posts like this pls let me know! #requests are open don’t be afraid to send smth in