#nonna my beloved

[paddooo]

“kids” for the ask game, if you want?

nonna my beloved despite having two kid fics on the go. neither say kids or kid lmao

BUT!!! i do have this bit from my noir detective jasico fic

No more getting yelled at for not having brand new tap shoes, no more getting dirty looks for wearing no name leotards. No more quiet remarks about him not belonging there. Although he got a lot of new remarks when people found out about his new job. It had bothered him at first, of course it had, he was the only one who actually had a steady job, so he was already below all the rich kids living off daddy's money.

#my me #ask game #nonna my beloved #jasico #nico di angelo #dancer nico my beloved

[heyimboredtalktome]

Freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ You’re under arrest for being so lovely. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!! 💜

⊂(´･◡･⊂ )∘˚˳°

uwuu ily nonna <333

#asks #nonna my beloved #💖💖

[soldier-poet-king]

Oh wait nvmd I figured out part of the insanity

#Franposting #some guy from church my age i grew up with is getting married rn #i never even Liked him we did NOT get along #but y'know church families all gotta knoe each other #idk why its bothering me other than my Mother randomly decided go go to the wedding mass with my nonna #like. ok. im on the couch in jorts watching cr but sure #i am too mentally ill and too queer for this rn #EMBROIDERY AND DND MY BELOVEDS

[thedeadthree]

1, 20, 28, 35, 41 and 50 for Chiara and Marc?

MARIIII i adore u sm ty ty for the ask about my two loves! between chiara/marc, marta/ricardo AND vika/goro they have been living in my mind rent free and haven’t released their grip since! i will never not yell about these two!!!! 🤍😌

oc asks relationships edition 🤍

(x.x)

1. what were their first impressions of one another?

marc thought she was an enigma! frustrating but also interesting and not to mention quite easy on the eyes. but WHY was she... traveling with him? at their first expedition into a ruin for a valuable relic she wanted, he refused to have her tag along. where they were going there was BOUND to be others who would be more than happy to kill her for what they were after! he can’t make money if his client is dead u know? but she insisted! and did phenomenal well! they were in and out with the artifact with relative ease :). someone bearing the name BORGIA as her maiden name, with such high esteem was the last person he expected to hit targets with her precision. Chiara’s first impression of marc wasn’t much. he was a merc! someone she needed to watch her back were anything to happen. he was definitely appealing to her, but to be honest she never would anticipated seeing him after the endeavor was over. let alone find herself as enamored by him as they continued working together.

20. what are they like when sharing a bed?

a moment in bed together is a raare moment for them them both when they’re not on endeavors into ruins, or taking on some of their rivals and power players of the criminal/merc underworld, or whatever harebrained errand khonshu had them run. its just a respite for them to be in the presence of the other close and he might absentmindedly play with her hair, she might hum a tune. they’re just sort of... enjoying the short rest that moment is while it lasts? they don’t get very many so!

28.  are they affectionate in public? is it too much?

for the first? few months? or so? they were very private about their relationship! her ex husbands nonna is still alive *SIGH* so chiara had to be strategic on how public she wanted things to be between them both. a huge fear was that marc would meet the ire of her and her families adversaries, so for a bit to protect him she asked that it just be her, marc himself, layla, steven, jake, and khonshu being the only people in the know! then she broke the news to her close friend (and college ex boyfriend who unbeknownst to her also harbored feelings so it was bittersweet for him!) dane, and then finally she announced that she was seeing someone to her immediate family. so they would stop hounding her about remarrying ajndia. i would say that they’re not like SUPER into public affection but they’re not opposed to holding hands, a kiss to her forehead from marc, subtle displays are usually their go-to!

35. what moment did they realise that they were in love?

so for chiara, for a few months after they began on working together on a particular op? it hit VERY close to home for her. the artifact in question was cosimo’s wedding ring that she found out his nonna stole from his body, sold it to a black market dealer and claimed chiara donated it. so as to further incriminate her on her *murdering* her grandson. the dealer was holed up in a private island on a heavily guarded estate in the aegean island archipelago. it was different than their usual op but there was nobody else she trusted to carry this out with her. when they recovered the ring, she explained to him why this meant so much to her. he probably said something along the lines of, “all that? for this? must’ve been special.” and it was! inklings of her feelings were coming it but it hit her when she told him about how her au pair made her a sleeper widow without her or her parents knowing, and she sh*t her husband. telling him how she didn’t remember the weapon in her hand, and how he? understood? he sympathized? it was when he pulled her in and she sobbed into him that maybe what he meant to her changed! for him, it honestly was that very first op they went on! it was when he realized she was more than she seemed, when she took down a merc ready to put him in the grave while he was in combat with another enemy of theirs. she put herself on the line! it meant more to him than he thought and that’s the moment he went, “oh.” sakjnans.

41. what green flags do they have for one another?

hers? would be his concern for her wellbeing, when he dropped himself down to be there alongside steven/save him in the sands, for being the only soul she can open up to and not dread them thinking negative of her or believing what has been said of her! for him, it’s that likewise, shes concerned for his! as well as the wellbeings of steven and jake! that she had his back through everything they’ve been through, that they’re something akin to soulmates is a green flag if he’s ever seen one!

50. is there anything that scares them about their friendship/relationship?

chiara 🤝 marta in this ask <- terrified of losing the one person that means the most to them! except unlike marta it’s a little different for her! marc is already aware that she was a sleeper widow and until yelena undid her conditioning with that red gas, could k*ll him at any given moment should anyone know the activation words, and that bc of her being a sleeper widow without her control killed cosimo... and though a fear of hers WAS that potentially she could do that to him, that went away after she was reconditioned! her biggest fear about her relationship and was ultimately why it took her so long to reciprocate the mutual feeling that she in turn had for him, was that now that she was reconditioned it didn’t spare him from others hunting him down. anyone who knew the truth was a THREAT to cosimo’s nonnas plan to bring down chiara and the last dregs of the borgia name. sure, he had khonshu. but her enemies are CALCULATING. what if he was caught off guard? what if there is a moment like during the series where marc DOESN’T have khonshu and the moon knight suit to defend him? her biggest fear in their relationship doesn't necessarily have anything to do with HIM per say, its others! she’s waited this long to call him hers, she doesn’t want to lose him now!

#🌹: mari #d-vx #kajnsdksa these are essays but I couldn’t not yell about themmmm! I love them sm! they’re my beloveds! #TY SO MUCH MARI DEARIEEE ur the sweetest! this was so cute to do! <3 #oc: chiara de laurentis #x: lonely is a man without love #x: chiara x marc #and mentions of! #x: my baby shot me down #x: chiara x cosimo #leg.asks #leg.ocs #leg.txt #they’re making me an emotional wreck! the fact it took YEARS? that there was always a sense of what if until they finally admitted #that they cared for each other? that they both have been through so much together and nothings changed how they’ve felt abt each other! #has me emotional! I love them sm! these are my babiesss! #also petition for all of us to personally FIGHT cosimo’s nonna at the next medici family reunion! shes the worst! #COSIMO YOU DESERVED BETTER MY DEAR I AM SO SORRY THE WORLD DID YOU SO DIRTY :’) #also ur all free to fight ME for making chiara suffer like this aksnsao :’) #I had so much fun writing these!!!! <3 ahhh I want to do more :’)

[orb0]

I am going to try and make panettone tomorrow. It's my favourite food In the whole world. I made candied orange peel and there is a biga fementing on my bench from a sourdough made from grape water and a little left over packet yeast. I will have sweet dreams of dough and cake-bread.

#panettone my beloved #just sharing a small joy #my nonna lied about how it got its name i think #i like it just being called big bread #bc yeah it is

[evadingreallife]

Neither panettone nor pandoro but a secret third thing (parrozzo)

#panettone #pandoro #parrozzo #natale #natale 2022 #christmas #italia #guys i did it #i solved it #lets all eat the winner of christmas bread-adjacent cakes #abruzzo #in this house we eat parrozzo on christmas #and santo stefano #e il 27 28 29 30 31 1 2 3 4 5 6 e a una certa finisce rip #specie se poi tutti i parenti vogliono portarsene via un pezzo grrrrr #anyways da nonna facciamo sempre quantità industriali per tutta la famiglia lol #ma è troppo buono #parrozzo my beloved

[smalleevee]

i might have been miserable in high school but i do think i would commit murder to experience living in Chicago during the 2011-2016 era of emo/pop punk again

#real friends and knuckle puck my beloved #homesafe my beloved #she's alive and bonfires my beloved #centennial lanes my beloved #nonna's pizza my beloved #yes i know my memory is heavily clouded by nostalgia #but god i miss it so much #a large part of it is that i just miss having friends and some sense of community #i have not been able to replicate anything close to what i had back then #and it is largely my own fault however i will still mourn it regardless #personal

[janeyseymour]

do you think we could get one where reader proposes?

Yes, yes you can. I was actually already in the process of writing this!

Fire in My Heart- pt 5 (Can be read on it's own!!)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

wc: ~4.1k

You don’t really know who to ask, but you want someone’s blessing to propose to Melissa. You can’t ask her mother… she isn’t around anymore. Her beloved Nonna isn’t around anymore. Her dad is alive, but as she so eloquently put it, “That motherfucker is dead to me.”

So you really don’t know who to ask.

“Yeah, Barb,” Melissa comes wandering in. “Yeah. Hey, I just got home, so I have to make sure Y/N is alright and start dinner, but we can definitely talk about this tomorrow morning? …Yeah, okay. Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow. Okay, bye.”

And then it hits you. You can ask Barbara for her blessing. The kindergarten teacher is like a sister to your girlfriend. That’s perfect.

The redhead saunters over to you, and while you’re pretty much fully healed from your injuries, Melissa still dotes on you like she did the first week. “Hey, babe,” she leans forward and kisses you softly. She pulls back, and you have a perfect view of her cleavage. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” you tell her. “I’m sick of desk duty though. I can’t wait to get back out into the field.”

“Until the doctor clears you, you ain’t heading back into another burning building,” she tells you sternly. “I ain’t riskin’ nothin’. Did you ice your ribs today at work?”

“No,” you roll your eyes. “I’m really doing okay, Mel.”

She clicks her tongue in a disapproving manner before walking into the kitchen. She returns a few seconds later with an ice pack. “Ice.”

“Mel,” you sigh.

“Ice,” she says again and holds out the ice pack even more aggressively. You snatch it out of her hands and press it to your rib cage, sucking in a breath as you hold it to your skin. She settles next to you before nudging you. She has you sit in between her legs and pulls you to her chest. She kisses your cheek as you relax against her. 

“How was your day, love?” you ask softly as you crane your neck to look at those striking green eyes.

“Those kids sure do keep me on my toes,” she chuckles lowly. “Aiden snuck his hamster into his backpack, and then he lost it in my classroom… I found the fucking rodent in my purse.”

“Good lord,” you laugh weakly. “I don’t know how you do it, some days.”

“I don’t know how I do it some days,” she retorts back.

You ice until the timer on her phone goes off, and she gently maneuvers around you to head into the kitchen.

“I just picked up some stuff to make chili, are you good with that?” she calls to you from the other room.

You smile. Chili is one of your favorite dishes of hers. “I’m good with that. Mind if I join you?”

“As long as you take it easy,” she tells you. “You’ll sit at the island and look pretty.”

“I can help chop up some vegetables,” you roll your eyes as you stand from your place on the couch and hobble into the next room.

“You’ll sit. You’re still injured,” she points the knife that she’s holding at you.

“My ribs are all but healed, and I don’t have to do anything with my ankle to chop vegetables,” you roll your eyes as you gesture to the boot your foot is still in. 

“I gotta take care of my girl,” she rolls her eyes as she starts to chop them while staring at you. You have no idea how she does that- not looking at the vegetables and still not clipping her knuckles with the knife.

You sigh as you pull out your phone and start scrolling through it. You shoot Randy a text.

I’m gonna be in late tomorrow, you tell him.

Oh?

I have some business I have to take care of. Hold down the fort for me?

How late are we talking?

I have to drop off Melissa’s lunch at the school and talk to a few people, but then I’ll be in for my dreaded desk duty.

I gotcha covered.

Thanks.

No problem, Chief.

You grin as you read that last text. Now you know you can grab the septa, a taxi, or an Uber down to Abbott to speak with Barbara. You know her prep is in the morning, so you’ll be able to track her down.

The next morning, you wake up with your girlfriend, chuckling as she makes her lunch. You know you’ll be able to distract her enough that she’ll forget her Tupperware on the counter and you’ll be able to make your way into the school without it seeming fishy. You do everything you can to seduce her, and with the way she’s looking at you, you know you’ve won her over.

“Baby, I’m fine,” you roll your eyes as she makes sure that you’re okay for the fifth time. “Can we just…?”

Finally, she relents. By the time the two of you are finished, she’s running late, and she dashes out the door, leaving her meal on the island. Perfect.

You know Barb has her prep earlier on in the day, so you can time taking Melissa’s lunch out with her schedule. You’ll arrive a bit earlier so you can drop off the redhead’s lunch and then make your way down to the kindergarten wing.

Your phone buzzes around the twenty minutes later. Melissa’s at school.

Forgot my lunch, and it’s all your fault.

I’m sorry? you text her back.

No you’re not, she replies. You chuckle. You really aren’t sorry. Not in the slightest. 

You attempt to take the bus, but it rattles your ribs too much, and you have to get off a stop after you got on. You can practically hear Melissa telling you that she told you so. So you stop into the coffee shop that the two of you frequent quite often, pick up her favorite, and call an Uber. 

As you make your way into the school, Ava sees you.

“Hey girl,” she looks you up and down. “Damn.”

“I’m just here to drop off Mel’s lunch and talk to Barb,” you tell her with a playful roll of the eyes. “I don’ need you flirtin’ with me or nothin’.”

“Girl, I ain’t flirting,” she tosses her hair over her shoulder. “I know when someone can kick my ass for hitting on their girl, and Schemmenti is one of those someones. G’head.”

You make your way down to the second grade wing and grin as you appear in the doorway.

“Miss Y/N!” one of the kids shouts and points over at you. Almost immediately, your girlfriend looks up and over in your direction. The kids all leap up to give you hugs.

“Ah,” the teacher tuts. “No huggin’ her. She’s still recovering from her injuries.”

“From the building jump?!” Jade asks with wide eyes.

“From the building jump… a true hero,” Melissa tells her kids with a sparkle in her eyes. She knows how much the kids idolize you and love you. When she finally returned to school, the next day, she came home with about a hundred cards from her kids for you.

“I was just doing my job,” you rolls your eyes playfully, although you do toss your hair playfully. “Anyway, I’m just here to drop off Miss Schemmenti’s lunch and a coffee. I have to run to work now.”

She takes the tupperware container and the to-go cup of coffee from your hands, gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek, and you’re on your way. You head down towards the kindergarten wing, and there is Mrs. Howard lining her kids up for gym.

“Oh, Y/N,” she smiles at you. “Here for Melissa?… Omari, stand in line quietly please.”

“Actually, I’m here to talk to you,” you tell her. “Mind if I come in?”

“Absolutely,” she says. “I just have to walk my class down to the gym, but then I’ll be back. Feel free to step inside.”

It’s only a few minutes before the kindergarten teacher returns and takes a seat at her desk. She gestures for you to sit in the rocking chair, which you do.

“What brings you around?” she asks.

“I have something I want to ask you,” you sigh softly.

“And that would be?”

You take a deep breath, rubbing nervously at your collarbone as you do. “It’s going to sound a bit silly considering you already are somewhat clued in from our first get together at the house… but… I don’t necessarily have anyone in Melissa’s family that can bless us getting engaged.”

The older woman hasn’t quite put it together yet, so she furrows her brows. “Okay?”

“Melissa’s mother has passed, so has her Nonna. And her father is still alive, but she hasn’t spoken to him since she was twenty-three. I could ask Kristen Marie, but I don’t know how close they are, even having reconciled now. You’re like a sister to Mel. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is… Barb, is it okay if I ask Mel-”

“Sweetheart,” Barbara cuts you off. “Are you asking me for my stamp of approval?”

You bite your lip and nod nervously.

Her eyes well with tears. “Honey, of course I approve. I’ve approved of you since the day we all gathered at your house.”

You break out into a grin. “Really?”

“Of course, dear,” she chuckles through her tears and stands to give you a hug. “And it means so much to me that you would ask me for my approval.”

“Well, you are the closest person to Mel,” you shrug as you return the gesture, patting her back gently.

“When are you planning on asking her?”

“I have a follow up appointment in two weeks to get cleared from the boot, and then I should be cleared by then to go back into the field,” you tell her. “Mel and I were planning on having a celebration with the boys at our house, and we’ve been talking about inviting the Abbott group over for that too.”

“We’ll all be there,” the teacher assures you. “Anything for our favorite firefighter.”

So, two weeks later, you and your girlfriend are sitting in the doctors office waiting for them to come in and give you the go ahead to continue life as normal.

“It seems like you actually took this healing process seriously,” the doctor quips. “Change of pace from your usual road to recovery.”

“She didn’t want to,” the redhead snorts. “I practically forced her to stay bedridden for the first month.”

“It was torture,” you groan and elbow Melissa.

“Well, maybe you should be thanking her, because you should be all good to head back into the field,” your doctor winks at you.

“Oh thank god,” you sigh with relief. “I’m so sick of desk duty.”

“Just no more jumping out of burning buildings,” the doctor tuts at you. “You hear?”

“Loud and clear, doc,” you grin as you mock salute your doctor.

He hands you the paperwork to turn in to your company so that you can fully document that you’ve been cleared, and the two of you walk out of the office hand in hand.

“Congrats, babe,” Melissa tells you as she kisses your cheek. “Celebratory breakfast? I still have three hours before I have to go to Abbott.”

“I told you you didn’t need to take a half day,” you roll your eyes, but you nod. Breakfast sounds amazing.

Over breakfast, the two of you discuss having everybody over for a barbecue, and by the end of your meal it’s planned. You send a text to your boys, letting them know that it was non-negotiable. She sends a text to her friends, telling them that she couldn’t care less if they showed or not, but the invite was there. 

Non-negotiable? Randy texts you separately.

Gonna propose, Tell no one or I’ll fire your ass, you reply back before deleting the texts. There’s no way you’re going to blow this surprise.

You then proceed to have the same conversation with Joe.

Of course, one of them spills the beans to the younger firefighters, but neither is willing to give up the other, and you know you don’t have it in your heart to fire them, so you just threaten the entire squad that if they ruin this for you, there will be hell to pay.

Much to Melissa’s chagrin, all of her crew replies to the group text stating that they will indeed be there. You get a text from Barbara later that she told that crew the invite was non-negotiable- but she didn’t tell them the real reason why. She claimed it’s because the two of you have always shown up for their dinner parties, and this was going to be no different.

So here you are, the two of you cleaning your house up and down. Melissa chuckles to herself as she remembers the nervous wreck she was when her friends came over to meet you for the first time- oh how the tables have turned.

“Amore, they’ve all been here before,” she rolls her eyes as she makes up her charcuterie board.

“Yes, but this is the first time everyone is going to be here and meet each other,” you counter. You shake your hands nervously. She has no idea why you’re this nervous. She has no idea that you currently have her ring in your pocket.

“It’ll be fine,” she tries to comfort you. “They’ll all get along just fine.”

A few hours later, everyone is trickling in. Most of your crew has shown up- Randy and Joe are manning the grills. Jake, Luke, and Zach are shoving as much of your girlfriend’s pasta into their mouths as they can, and the rest are sitting around your lawn and patio chatting with the elementary school teachers. While Melissa is playing perfect hostess, Barbara saunters her way up to you, trying not to look suspicious.

“You doin’ it?” she asks you quietly.

“Yeah,” you grin and look up at her, only to see your girlfriend coming up behind her. “Yeah! The wine is in the fridge, Barb! Do you want me to get you some?”

The kindergarten teacher raises a suspicious brow at you, but with a stern look from her, she nods. “Sure, dear. Thank you.” She hands you the wine glass, and as you pass by your girlfriend, you give her a gentle kiss to the cheek.

“Are you feeling less nervous, hun?” she asks you as she attaches herself to your arm.

“Just fine, babe,” you try to sound as calm as possible. “A little nervous Joe’s gonna catch something on fire… he’s got a habit of doing that while cooking.” Not a lie. It’s happened before, and you’re willing to bet money it’ll happen again. It just better not be here. He can’t ruin tonight for you.

“Well, lucky for us, we have a whole crew of firefighters, and the chief,” she hip checks you gently.

“I suppose you’re right,” you chuckle nervously, hoping she didn’t feel the ring box when she did that. You open the fridge and pour some wine for Barb before turning slightly. “Do you want a glass too?”

“I was thinking beer instead,” she gives a small shrug. “With the burgers and stuff.”

“I’ll grab that then once I get this wine to Barb.”

“I got it,” Melissa takes the glass out of your hand. “You go hang with your boys.” She turns in the direction of her colleague.

So you do. You hover in between both Randy and Joe, who are all grins as they know exactly what is going to happen at some point today. They don’t know when you’re going to do it, and quite frankly, neither do you. But it’s going to happen.

“Hun,” the redhead comes up behind you and snakes her arms around you. In one hand is a bottle of Yuengling for herself, and in the other hand is a can of Vizzy for you.

“Thanks,” you smile as you lean into her a bit. You take the drink and sip on it. She’s warm, and you can’t help but fiddle with one of her rings on her left hand. You subconsciously play with her ring finger- where the ring in your pocket will be later tonight.

Dinner is ready a bit later, and everybody is sitting around outside. You almost do it right then and there, while everyone is humming quietly as they enjoy the wide spread of food. But you stop when you see that Melissa is stuffing her face with food. She’s enjoying her dinner too much for it to be interrupted right now. You chuckle softly as you watch her practically wiggling with glee. She takes another sip of her beer before kissing your cheek gently.

“See? Everything is fine. Joe didn’t catch anything on fire, and the food is delicious,” she tells you as she rests her hand on your thigh. She squeezes it gently, trying to calm your nerves.

“You were right,” you grin back before taking a bite of you burger. “Shit. Joe really does know how to grill when he isn’t catching it on fire.”

“Oi,” the man you were talking about chimes in from across the table. “I’m a damn good cook. It’s how I got my Linda to marry me in the first place.”

“That’s how I got Y/N to go out on a third date with me,” Melissa chuckles. “I made dinner for our second date, and landed myself a hot firefighter.”

“Yeah,” you throw in. “But Mel didn’t catch her kitchen on fire while cookin’ us dinner.”

That gets a good chuckle from your audience.

The Abbott crew takes to cleaning up dinner and putting out the various desserts that people had brought while your gang starts putting together the fire pit.

“When are you gonna do it, Chief?” Zach asks as he practically bounces on his toes.

“I swear, you’re more excited about it than I am,” you chuckle.

“I want you guys to get engaged so Luke and I can be beer boys!”

“Hell yeah,” Luke jumps into the conversation. “Fuck flower girls when you could have beer boys!”

You roll your eyes. “Soon. Don’t blow it.”

You’re all sitting around outside, most eyes on you and Melissa as she tells some ridiculous story. You’re lounging in her lap, her leather jacket draped over you. She’s got a tight hold on you, making sure that you won’t fall off of her. 

“It was ridiculous,” she lets go to gesture, and you fall off of her lap and onto the ground. Thankfully, you’re not close enough to the open flame to catch on fire. You chuckle as you dust yourself off, and Melissa looks absolutely mortified that she practically threw you to the ground.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” she gasps, hands flying to her face.

“No, no,” you laugh as you continue to dust yourself off. “I had to get on the ground anyway, so you helped me get there.”

“What?” she furrows her brows.

You turn over and stay on one knee as you produce the ring box from your pocket. “Mel,” you start.

She slaps your arm in shock. “Shut up.” Her hands fly up to her mouth again. “Shut up! What are you doing?!”

“Mel, honey,” you open the box. “It’s you. It’s always been you. I’ve just been waiting for the right time, and now is as good a time as any- with us surrounded by the people that mean the most to us. Will you-”

You can’t finish your question because your girlfriend has tackled you to the ground in a hug.

“Will you-”

“Yes! Yes!” she shouts into your ear.

“Jesus, woman,” you joke as you continue to hold her close. “Will you let me finish asking my question?”

“Yes!” is all Melissa can get out before Barbara cuts in.

“Woman, let her ask!”

“Will you marry me?” you can finally ask the full question.

“Yes!” your girlfriend, no fiancee, yells again before crashing your lips together. There are cheers from all around as the two of you embrace on the ground.

You carefully sit up, the redhead still in your lap as you take the ring out of its box and slip it on her finger. She holds out her hand to get a look at it, and you know it’s the perfect one. It looks like it was made to be sitting on her finger.

The boys are all whooping and hollering that “Chief just got engaged!”, the Abbot clan is clapping and cheering right with them, but all you can see is Melissa.

Barbara walks over to her bag and pulls out two giant bottles of champagne. She knows exactly where you keep your champagne flutes, and she’s brought extra- and starts pouring out the sparkling beverage.

Janine and Gregory help pass them out, and then all eyes are on you, as you are apparently being put on the spot to make some sort of speech. 

You pull yourself and Melissa off the ground, looping an arm around her waist as you do.

You clear your throat. “I know this was a party to celebrate the fact that I was cleared from my injuries, and I’m able to go back into the field. And luckily for me,” you chuckle. “I had one of the best people by my side to help pick me up while I was down. I had my rock, my star, and the sunshine in my life through every icing time, through the physical therapy… through it all. And although I’ve always known it was Mel, this time has only helped solidify that I couldn’t imagine going through better or worse with anyone else… So, while there have been quite a few times that I’ve almost popped the question-”

“What?” the redhead looks at you with a strange look.

“Like… after you first met the guys, when we went to that nice dinner, when I was on morphine in the hospital… a lot of times during my recovery,” you laugh and kiss the side of her head. “And while there were quite a few times I always popped the question, I knew there were two things I wanted in this proposal: for everyone that we love to be here with us to celebrate the occasion, and… to have someone’s blessing to ask you to marry me.”

“What? You didn’t ask-” you shake your head quickly.

“I asked someone that I know means the world to Mel, and someone who is an extended part of our family,” you grin as you look Barb in the eye. You then turn to your fiancee. “I asked Barbara Howard.”

“And I of course said yes,” the kindergarten teacher says with a smile.

“So, thank you all for coming out to celebrate with us, even if most of you didn’t know it was happening,” you finish as you raise your glass in a toast.

“So that’s why Barb said it was non-negotiable that we were all here,” Mr. Johnson realizes loudly.

After the fire pit died out, your guests made their exits with warm congratulations, and you helped Melissa spiff up a bit, the two of you finally retire to bed. You lay down and allow her to curl into your side. She lays a gentle hand over your shoulder, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see the sparkling ring on her finger.

“I have one for you too, y’know,” Melissa whispers to you as she stretches to kiss your cheek. “It’s in my drawer at work… I asked Randy if I could propose.”

You sit up partially. “That bastard knew and didn’t say anything?”

She laughs. “I may or may not have threatened his car, his house, and his life.”

“Once an arsonist, always an arsonist,” you sigh as you settle back down. She curls back into your hold, her head resting gently on your shoulder.

“And now you get to marry into an arsonist family, future Mrs. Schemmenti,” she grins against you.

“Good God,” you whisper to yourself. You hadn’t even thought about the fact that you were marrying into a family that loves fire. How that slipped your mind, you’ll never know.

“You love me,” she mumbles, and you can tell she’s starting to drift off.

“You’re right,” you sigh softly as you kiss her temple. “I do love you.”

“And don’t you forget it,” she mutters.

#abbott elementary #abbott elementary fanfiction #abbott elementary fanfic #melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias - Lost in Sardinia Part 2/8

Summary - Ruben is on a getaway in Sardinia. There he meets a girl named Fiorella. She starts to wonder why Ruben won't tell her what exactly he is getting away from, or even what his real name is.

Enjoy!

"Fiorella please let me cut your hair. Why won't you let me cut your hair?"

"Nonna, I like my hair the way it is."

She had agreed to go to the party, agreed to wear a dress, but cutting her hair, that's where Fiorella drew the line.

"But it's too long and it smells like..." Nonna bent down to sniff her head. She grimaced. "Sophia!"

She called for back up.

"Yes?"

Fiorella's big sister Sophia poked her head through the bathroom door.

"Come smell Fiorella's hair."

"Nonna, please." Fiorella sighed.

Her sister entered the bathroom, bending down to smell her hair. She pulled back just as quickly as she had bent forward.  "Eww, why does it smell like that?"

"Like what?"

"Your head, it smells like...like fish."

"Told you!" Nonna exclaimed. "That's what happens when you run down to the docks everyday. You want to be like a fish, well now you smell like one."

"Nonna." Fiorella gasped.

Her sister threw her head back with laughter.

"It's the truth, no?"

"Fine, I'll wash it, but that'll be it."

Fiorella couldn't contain her excitement as she helped prepare for her sister Chiara's welcome home party. Chiara had been studying abroad and was finally returning for her grand wedding. It had been too long since the sisters had spent quality time together, and Fiorella was eager to catch up.

Amidst the joy, Fiorella felt a twinge of resentment towards her family. They had always expected her to find love and settle down like Chiara. It seemed that everywhere she turned, they would drop not-so-subtle hints, setting her up with potential suitors in the hopes of nudging her towards a relationship.

Nonna, in particular, took it upon herself to play matchmaker at the party. Eager to see her beloved granddaughter find happiness, she had arranged for several contenders to attend the celebration, all unknowingly vying for Fiorella's affection.

Fiorella's heart sank at the thought of going through another evening of pretending to be interested in strangers. She longed for a connection as deep and genuine as the one she saw between her sister and her soon-to-be husband, Enzo.

"You look..."

"Don't say it."

"Beautiful. You look beautiful Fiorella."

"Thanks Chiara. But your the one that looks amazing."

Her sister wore a pink dress that complemented her skin. Chiara always carried herself so elegantly. She was the only family member with straight hair and ocean colored eyes. "A gift sent from above." Nonna would call her.

To people who didn't know her family, Fiorella would explain that, Chiara was the smart one, Sophia the dumb one and Dino her favorite. Fiorella herself, didn't always feel like she belonged. Her family had so many relatives that it was easy to get lost in the crowd.

"So, how does it feel to be getting married soon?" Fiorella asked, as the two of them had a chance to catch up while refilling their plates at the buffet table.

"Pretty cool." Chiara shrugged, topping her plate up with more pasta.

"What are the odds of meeting a Sardinian man outside of Sardinia and then marrying that man?"

"Probably 7 billion to 1,5 million."

Fiorella chuckled. "Chiara, always the one to go against the odds."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Mom told me that you quit nursing school."

"I'm just taking a break."

"Whatever you say." Her sister teased.

"It's true. I just needed time away. Besides,  helping out with the farm has been...fun."

"Fun, really?"

"Sometimes."

Fiorella held out for as long as possible, before erupting in laughter. Her sister joined in, a hand to her stomach. Their spasms went on for a couple of minutes, attracting the attention of other guests.

"You know..." Chiara said, forcing herself to stop, wiping her nose.  "You can always come and live with me and Enzo."

"And third wheel on your honeymoon? I don't think so. Besides, I don't wanna move to the mainland, Sardinia is where it's at."

"Alright, alright." Her sister said, balancing her plate of food in on hand. "I just don't want you to get stuck here with mom and dad."

"Don't forget Nonna."

"And Nonna." She chuckled. "You should be exploring the world at your age. That's what I did before..." Her sister looked back to where Enzo sat, waiting for her at their table.

"Meeting the love of your life?" Fiorella said.

Her sister smiled. "Yes, before I met the love of my life. Even then I didn't stop exploring. There's more to see in the world than just the white coasts of Sardinia. If you ever feel the need to get away just..."

"Call you, I know." Fiorella nodded.

They were different that way, Fiorella and her sister. Fiorella didn't have such a strong need to search for life. She had learned that often times life had a strong need to search for her. All she had to do was to never fear the unknown, welcoming all experiences that life would throw at her.

"I mean it Fiorella, call me." Her sister pinched her cheek, bidding farwell before joining her fiance at their table.

As the party carried on, the atmosphere buzzed with celebration. Guests mingled, music filled the air, and laughter echoed throughout the grand estate. Fiorella, managed to avoid the rest of Nonna's suitors by dancing with Dino all night. She let him step on her feet as she led the way, swaying him across the dance floor.

Finally, the party drew to a close, the sun, low on the horizon, leaving a mistful warmth in the air. Fiorella sense the perfect opportunity to withdraw from her family, perhaps sneak off for a late night swim.

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She knew that he would be there, at the docks. Just like her, Ruben seemed to be an early riser and a late night sleeper. He sat on the deck of his boat. Just like when she had met him the first time. He sat looking out over the horizon, his silhouette drawn to the way the descending sun painted the sea red. He hadn't noticed Fiorella, pulling up on her bike. Not until she rushed towards the water, draping her dress over her head as she did.

Tossing it aside, she dove into the chilled water. Her dog Pluto was right at her heels, barking at the splashing water, before daring to make the leap himself.

"Buonasera." She smiled.

Fiorella resurfaced to the sight of Ruben's eyes on her. They were dark in the night, gleaming at her with slight curiosity.

"Buonasera." He said, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"A perfect evening for a swim, no?"

"You certainetly seem to be enjoying yourself."

"It's better down here than up there." She said, gathering water as she swam to hold herself up.

"You think so?" Ruben worked his jaw, a determination in his glare.

"You won't know for certain, unless you..."

He jumped in.

Before Fiorella couldn't finished her sentance Ruben stood, tugging his shirt over his shoulders and diving down from his boat, head first into the water.

She gasped as he resurfaced near her. Pluto growled at his unexpected presence.

"It's okay, Pluto, he won't hurt me."

"It's your guard dog?" Ruben asked, running a quick hand through his hair.

"No, he's just naturally protective. My dad uses him to herd sheep and so It's good that he is like that."

Ruben nodded.

Fiorella let her head go under once more, before swimming back to the docks. There she heaved herself up from the water. Ruben was already behind her when she stood. He was making aquaintance with Pluto, petting him.

"I have two dogs back home." He said.

Fiorella had a momentarily freeze, seeing Ruben up close with his shirt off, water dripping down his ridiculously lean body.

"And where is home?" She broke their eye contact, bending down to pick up her crumbled up dress. Her sisters would tease her for wearing  bikini's as lingerie, but Fiorella wanted the option of going for a swim whenever it pleased her.

"I have more than one place I call home." Ruben turned his head, as not to stare at Fiorella as she stepped into her dress. "But my dogs are in my home in Lisabon."

"Lisabon, Portugal. You are Portuguese?"  Although he was descent at English, she had spotted an accent from miles away.

"Are you surprised?"

"Not really. But I would have guessed Colombian by the way you pronounced Sardinia."

His brows flinched. "How would you have me pronounce it then?"

"Sardinia." She shrugged. Soft on the "D" and with a slight roll of her tongue.

"Sardinia." Ruben repeated.

"Better." She chuckled.

"It's my first time visiting." He said.

Fiorella smiled "Is that what you call it, you sitting in your boat all day?"

Ruben was brought back, temporally insulted.

"I went to your village yesterday." He said in defense. "I went by your uncles restaurant but you weren't there."

Had he been looking for her? Why?

"I was probably helping my family with the party we had tonight. My sister came home with her fiance. They are getting married this weekend."

"I see." Ruben nodded. "Do you have any suggestions on what I could do during my short stay here in Sardinia?"

She smiled at the way he was making an effort to pronounce the name correctly.

"I dunno, what are you into, food, beverages, a good place to have gelato....?"

"Do you know any good trails for hiking?"

Fiorella frowned. "You mean walking?"

"No, like hiking. A nice hike where you can see interesting things along the trail."

"Um...?" Was he a psychopath, she thought. Who would want go on a hike in Sardinia when the beach was right...

"I haven't done much but to go by boat. I thought it'd be good if I tried exploring the island for a change."

"I see." Fiorella thought of good routes to hike, having personally been on zero herself. "There is a waterfall up the mountain. " She said, rembering one of her ventures with her family as a child.

"Yeah? Is it far?"

"I dunno, aren't hikes suppose to be far?"

Ruben smirked. "I mean how long will it take me, all day or just a couple of hours?"

"I'd say if you went by yourself it will probably take all day. But if you went with a person who knows the area, you should be there and back in only a couple of hours."

"Great!" He exclaimed, an unknown excitement in his eyes.

"It is great." Fiorella agreed. "I used to go there with my family when I was younger. There is a lagoon near the waterfall, the water is colder than the sea but some people still dare to swim in it."

"Sounds perfect after a hike. Where should we meet and which time?"

"Pardon?"

She was beginning to wonder why Ruben was looking at her with such a beaming anticipation. Now she knew. "My apologies Ruben, but I think I've mislead you into thinking that I'm some kind of tour guide. I'm no fucking tour guide." Fiorella said.

"But you know the area, right?"

"So? Alot of people know the area." Fiorella felt insulted, used for her knowledge of Sardinia. That is, until Ruben said....

"How about we make a day of it, just you and me?"

"I..." She was speechless. A tourist like him had left her speechless.

He was flirting with her, surley by the way he was tilting his head, wearing that ridiculous grin on his face, he was flirting with her.

"In case I'm being misleading, this is me, asking you out." He smiled.

Fiorella frowned. "Why?"

He chuckled. "Not really the answer I was hoping for, but fine. I think that you're a very intelligent and beautiful woman and the two of us would probaly have a really good time hiking up the mountain together."

"We would?"

"Well, we won't know for certain unless we..."

"Fine." She gave in. Not because he was using her own words against her, but because her legs had began to tremble and it was best that she and Pluto returned to help clear the party. That and the fact that right there and then Fiorella might have found someone. Someone she could connect with.

#fanfiction #football imagine #man city #manchester city #ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #ruben dias x reader #footballer x reader #football angst

[eretzyisrael]

Travels and travails of an Ottoman family

Edna Anzarut-Turner’s distinguished family has lived in Turkey, the UK, Lebanon and Egypt. From there they fled to England at the time of the Suez crisis. Today she lives in Montreal, Canada. Her memoirs are testament to a turn-of-the-century bygone age of comfort and prosperity, before Jews were swept up in currents of change and forced to flee.

Ezra Anzarut, the author’s great-grandfather

Leon David went to live in Beirut where he assisted his father Ezra in the running of the family firm Jacob Anzarut and Son.  They were very close.

He was my beloved grandfather and I called him Nonno.

I remember my grandfather to be an erudite, extremely interesting, multi-lingual warm and very kind man with a keen sense of humour.

He was known to be an extremely honourable man, and was highly regarded by everyone. Leon, was considered a “young prince” in his youth.

My grandfather prospered greatly, and life was good. He had initially trained as a physician. That truly was his first love. He was, however, obliged to give it up in order to assist his father Ezra with the important family business in the Middle East. He always deeply regretted not having been allowed to practice medicine.

Ruins of the Anzarut synagogue at Aley in Lebanon (photo: Nagi Zeidan)

I was sent a photo of my nonno on a visit to Edie Sellinger, a nephew (on my grandmother’s side) who had settled in “Palestine”.

My grandfather had travelled there with his valet, who made sure he was dressed to the nines, with a boutonnière in his lapel.

The bottom of his trouser cuffs were elegantly turned up so he would not get them soiled. He is holding a silver handled walking cane in his hand, and of course an elegant hat on his head.  Edie (the nephew) is holding a rope tethered to a cow that my grandfather had bought him.

Rokhama (Edie’s wife) told me that when Edie decided to go to Palestine, he went to my grandparents, and asked them whether they would pay for his fare. They did, and gave him enough for a “First class” boat fare, as they did not know that there were other classes. Thanks to that, Edie and eight of his friends were all able to go by travelling “steerage”.

Edie, who was an agronomist, ordered strawberry seeds from the U.S., and he and his friends started a moshav in Kfar Azar. He tested the soil in that area, and found that it was perfect for growing strawberries. Kfar Azar is famous in Israel for its delectable strawberries.

Leon and Caroline’s story: My grandmother Caroline, whom I  called Nonna, was a Viennese lady whose family had emigrated to Turkey for business reasons.  Leon was in Constantinople on a business trip for the family firm of Jacob Anzarut and Son. He was invited to dinner by a family called Mizrahi.  They had two daughters who were friends of my grandmother.

According to my grandmother’s niece Lydia Erdal (whose 102nd birthday was celebrated on 30th November 2016)  my grandmother’s siblings strongly urged my grandmother to drop by and visit at the Mizrahi house.

My grandmother was a bubbly, very lively young lady, who had a tremendous sense of humour, and was very attractive. My grandfather was very handsome extremely well-travelled and refined. According to Lydia, my grandparents fell in love at first sight.   This was not at all what the Mizrahi family had in mind .

They were married in Constantinople.

Leon and Caroline being driven away from their wedding ceremony in ‘a satanic metal monster’ – the first car in Turkey

A second cousin of mine found a photograph depicting my grandparents as bride and groom in Constantinople. They were sitting in an open car. At the wheel was one of my grandmother’s cousins Sigmund Weinberg (who owned the first two cinemas in Istanbul, and the first photography shop (this was something quite revolutionary in those days.) Next to him was another of my grandmother’s cousins, Carl Carlman (who owned one of the first department stores in Constantinople on the Grande Rue de Pera).

The photograph was taken during the time of Sultan Abdel Hamid who refused to allow cars to be on the streets in Turkey unless they had a horse harnessed to it. It is therefore a very special photograph as it shows the first car in Turkey. My grandparents, Sigmund and Carl are surrounded by Turks wearing a fez and gawking at the satanic metal monster that moved without a horse.

My grandparents went to live in Beirut, where Caroline adapted to the Anzarut Sephardi ways to which she added her own very elegant Viennese touch.  They built a beautifully decorated large villa and were extremely happy there.

Leon Anzarut, the author’s grandfather

My nonno used to tell me about his travels all over the world. How he contracted yellow fever in Tahiti and the natives looked after him and cured him. He would show me a yellow spot on his cheek which was the only sign left of this deadly disease. He spoke at length of the Boer War and his trip to South Africa, and the wonderful time he and my nonna and their children spent in Aley in Lebanon.

Edna’s Viennese grandma Caroline (in the white dress), with two of her siblings

My nonna’s family came from Vienna, and left Austria to reside in Constantinople. She too had fascinating stories to tell me about her childhood. During the holiday period the whole family would cross the Bosphorus by boatand go to an island called the Tchiflik Polonais. The Ottoman government allowed Polish expats to settle on this island as they had pig farms, and enjoyed eating pork which was a forbidden food in Muslim Turkey.

There were horses and donkeys waiting on the island for my nonnaand her older brothers and sisters. They rode into the forest, stopped by a waterfall and crystal clear brook, and alit in order to enjoy their picnic meal.

My nonna remembered the musical sound of the waterfall and the chirping of the birds in the trees. One of her brothers or a friend would play the harmonica, and everyone would sing along with it.

They would then hike in the forest, and then climb astride their horse or donkey, and journey on till they reached the village and the inn where they would be staying. They would then call the innkeeper “Gertrude…Gertrude” and Gertrude would pop her head out of the upstairs window and excitedly call in German “How wonderful..they have arrived, they have arrived”. She would gallop down the stairs and welcome them in.

After a delicious and lively supper everyone went to bed. The mattresses were filled with straw and leaves, and my nonna. told me that whenever she moved there was a sound of “shhhhhhhh shhhhhhh” made by the straw filling.

Everyone was so tired after the bracing fresh air, and the wonderful supper that they would all sleep very soundly.

At home in Constantinople, there was a grand piano. The family loved music and my nonna played beautifully. The house was always filled with extended family and friends. They played parlour games like musical chairs, or charades, and then would burst into song when someone played the pieces in vogue on the piano.

World War I and departure from Beirut:  Just before World War One was declared, Caroline and Leon held a lavish ball in their villa in Beirut. All the British diplomatic corps and Ambassador were invited. Leon asked the British Ambassador whether it would be wise for the Anzaruts (being British) to stay on in Beirut as this was part of the Ottoman Empire, and the Turks would be siding with Germany. They were assured that they would be perfectly safe.

In the wee hours of the morning, there was savage banging on the door of the villa.   Armed Turkish guards stood outside. They arrested my grandfather Leon who was taken away and interned by the Turks.  War had just been declared.

My grandmother Caroline dressed hurriedly, calmed my dad and my uncle who were little boys, and rushed to the British Embassy. There were Turkish guards everywhere.

The Embassy was completely deserted. The Ambassador and every single member of the British diplomatic corps had fled the country directly after attending the Anzarut ball.

Caroline, who spoke fluent Turkish bribed some officials who then released Leon but warned that my grandparents had to leave Beirut forthwith else they would all be imprisoned.

My grandparents returned to their villa, packed some belongings and left.  They said goodbye to their staff, who were all weeping and asked the wealthy Lebanese owners of a neighbouring villa to please keep an eye on their property while they were away. No sooner had my grandparents left, than those same neighbours went in and plundered the place.

After the war ended my grandparents returned to Beirut for a visit, and to check on their property. The villa had been looted. Their neighbours informed them that the Turks had taken everything. Upon visiting these neighbours who refused at first to let them in, they discovered that was not the case.  The neighbours had helped themselves to everything.

Read Edna’s memoirs in full

How Ezra the Great fell the poor of Aley

#Jews of Lebanon #Jews of Turkey

[paddooo]

😂😂😂😂 yessss, that’s right my young argieprentice!!

(But he’s also the best in history, like objectively, he’s there with, if not better than, Maradona and Pelè)

alright step two: figure out how to speak spanish so i can say it in the right language!

#my me #nonna my beloved

[lorei-writes]

Appurved ~ Lumiere

Grandma & The Mansion Residents Gen Fic Lumiere's POV

My submission for -- experimental -- creation challenge hosted over on @flash-exchange discord server. <3 Inspired by a comment @the12thnightproject made under one of my @writing-wednesday entries... And the need for Grandma. (Who needs speed? Grandma is enough. The one and only Grandma. This time with zucchini).

It is yet another day in the mansion. A fairly ordinary day, save for one little fact: the Grandma has come, much to the distress of my dearly beloved eternally devoted slaves. I, however? I am very pleased, I must say. Grand Mama is well-versed in the ways of us feline kind, giving me milk and pets whenever I like. I don’t even have to ask, and ah, how thrilling it is when she calls me by my name. Lumiere.

It is yet another day in the mansion. A fairly ordinary day, save for one little fact: the Grandma has come, much to the distress of my dearly beloved eternally devoted slaves. I, however? I am very pleased, I must say. Grand Mama is well-versed in the ways of us feline kind, giving me milk and pets whenever I like. I don’t even have to ask, and ah, how thrilling it is when she calls me by my name. Lumiere.

She can appreciate my charm (unlike some others, which will remain unnamed), so it shall be of no surprise that it is her I adore. Ha, I am even as generous as to wrap my tail around her leg…

The kitchen fills to the brim with my worshippers. In fact, I believe that there are a few too many of them present now – in particular, those unfaithful, traitorous, dog-reeking rotten mutts could go and deliver their inferior affections to the foul tail-wagging, howling, barking…! It is beyond me to be calm at the times like this, however, for the sake of mother grandest, I must remain indifferent to their obvious slights. Hmpf.

“Sweetheart, please, give me the knife.” Grand Mama is much too kind to the writing mutt. I seat myself on the counter, and she rewards me with a scratch to my chin. Delightful. Those hands could heal.

“Yes, nanny, here you are.” Handle first. Purrfect. At least he knows this much.

“Now, I will need for Theo and Vinnie to peel the zucchini. Isaac, dearie, help them out. There’s plenty of it. Leo should have the slicer ready soon. Arthur, you will be peeling garlic. Leleon, you’re on the jar packing duty.”

“Yes, Gra-mere!” Good reply, horse-boy. Show your respect to mother grandest.

“You’ve grown to be such a sweet man…” Grand Mama coos, however, her focus is too sharp to allow for any distractions from her objective to purrsist. Meowgnificent. “Jean, you go with Wolf and pay for them. Do you need my purse?”

“No, madmo… Grand Mama.” It was close, prawn. If you did not seem to self-flagellate, I’d consider punishing you with my full meowght. “Le Comte has already done so.”

“Ah, this rascal, I have told him to save his money… Grandmas are for spoiling you children, after all.” So kind-hearted. I could purr. “Go bring them in then.”

I swish my tail and have my ears purrk up. As it should be, all my worshippers are obedient to the wishes of mother grandest. However, vigilance is advised – it is the duty of the cat to look out for threats big and small. I hop off the counter and onto the table, just as the door open for my slob of an owner.

“I have a prototype, nonna.” Oh, so that is this piece of trash? Meowvellous. All according to plan.

“Set it down and get right to work. We’re not leaving the kitchen until we’re done!”

***

Sun has fallen and then risen. On duty I have remained. My slob sleeps on the floor, but for once, he is not the only one. None of my worshippers still stand. Only mother grandest has endured the gruelling hours of zucchini torture. Undefeated. Unbreakable. Pawsitively radiant.

I walk up to her. She deserves my purraise. I slide my body over her legs as she fills the zucchini jars with brine.

“We’re nearly done, Lumiere… Do you think we should buy another cart of zucchini? The harvest went really well this year…”

Oh, mother grandest. Yes. Please. Teach my worshippers your enlightened ways.

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[afunfunkytime]

screeches it's Appearance Headcanons Time

because I am Feral

in the words of my beloved pie, "you can pry alabama having cystic acne from my cold dead hands"

arkansas is absolutely covered in freckles, they're all over his face, shoulders, arms, back, legs, everywhere. it's so cute.

texas with a star shaped beauty mark on his cheek<3

gives your louis a crooked nose that florida likes pressing lil kissies to because boys with crooked noses are just so <3<3<3

HOOKED NOSE NEVADA. GIVE HIM TO ME.

slit eyebrow nevada because yes he deserves it

giggling. tennessee with a beauty mark just above the corner of his lip. look at him. he deserves it. kentucky likes to give it many many many kisses. alongside the rest of tenns face.

makes your midwest chubby. except ohio and south dakota. they can be scrawny.

minnesota has THE most luxurious long beard ever. he makes vikings so proud. he braids his beard sometimes and looks incredible.

colorado with heterochromia when. one blue eye and one brown eye. one of his huskies has matching eyes<3

utah with a celestial nose where the tip points up at the sky and ilithiya finds it adorable your honour

utah with hazel eyes your honour

louis with super long super thick dark hair your honour. it's so fluffy. so thick. thicker than him, and he's hella thiccc. yeah bitch thiccc with three c's.

y'all can't tell me louis doesn't have luxurious eyelashes. look at him. he's so pretty.

bites you. makes your georgia a redhead. bites you again. gives him freckles all over his body. bites you again. makes him chunky, big thighs, love handles, potbelly, look at him he's so pretty. bites you even more. gives him stretch marks too because underrated adorable feature. bites you one last time. gives him broad shoulders. that was a trick, bites you for the real last time. hes got such pretty and long eyelashes, soups jealous of his eyelash game. i could talk about georgia all day. i probably will. I love him. also he's caked the fuck up.

hands you georgia with smile lines.

he looks so warm 🥹

snatches montana with constellation shaped freckles up and noms on him

lemme just say what we all know.

louis has massive titties.

anyway.

gently hands you two toned lips sippi. idk i saw a girl with this and she was gorgeous so. yes.

finally,

new jersey who is covered in symbolic flower tattoos. they represent the people in his life that he loves. like his nonna. he loves his nonna and the flower sleeve tattoo of all the flowers in her garden. nonna<3

scream for more juice my beloveds if you enjoy

#ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttsh #wttt #the table #pretty boys<3 #barely held myself back from making this post all about chunky boys #yall want a chunky boy post? #scream.

[dimension20npcofalltime]

Tournament Two: Round Two - Bracket Two [Dimension 20 NPC of All Time]

The Junkmother vs Nonna Wallace

Propaganda under the cut

The Junkmother - She/Her

Campaign: A Starstruck Odyssey

Who is she?

The Junkmother is an android scavenger beneath Uncle Bob's Fantanimalland. The Junkmother was either built as a joke or experiment, she escaped and killed her creators. She eventually made her way to the tunnels far beneath Uncle Bob's Fantanimalland.

Why is she the NPC of All Time?

"MY FUCKING BELOVED EVER"

She is a scavanger and a protector of discontinued androids, helping them not to be lost to time. She really is a wonderful character.

Submitted by: WON HER SUDDEN DEATH MINI-ROUND

Nonna Wallace - She/her

Campaign: The Seven

Who is she?

Nonna is Ostentatia Wallace's grandmother.

Why is she the NPC of all time?

She’s so swag, an influencer who loves her granddaughter!!

Submitted by: anonymous

#dimension 20 #dimension20npcofalltime #dimension 20 bracket #dimension 20 tournament #d20 #the seven #a starstruck odyssey #dimension 20 starstruck

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

So we heard you were looking for some cowboys, gals and pals around these here parts...

For consideration at @sims4thehoes Caliente Stud Farm:

(Look, she even bothered to floss for this...)

CHIARA TEDESCO 27 | she/her | 5'8" | toned, slender. Bisexual with a preference towards women and enbies. If you've ever been in a place where they offer ice cream for dessert and then told that they only have vanilla available? Well, that's her take on most men. (I mean, she'll still place her order and savour every last scoop but...) TRAITS Self Assured, Noncommital, Creative, Cheerful, Rancher Misc: Muser, Storm Chaser Sim, Great Storyteller, Werewolf Ally, Always Welcome SKILLS AND HOBBIES Knittin', Paintin', Gardenin', Cookin' (grazie Nonna) aaand she's workin' on everything else. HOUSEHOLD Rusty the domesticated fox hybrid and (newly) Neighsayer the rescue mare. ASPIRATION Lady of the Knits

Chiara's an easy going enough girl 'round town, just don't try and tie her down. A mutable chameleon tumbleweed who was raised by her globetrotting grandparents, she's a proverbial Jill of many trades and a master of none. That would require some level of commitment and well, inconsistency is the one constant in her life.

If it's anything that she'd leave out of the two suitcases that she's stuffed her whole life into, then it's not worth keeping. She's a great wingwoman and can draw almost anyone out of their shell, but very few have a deep insight into her person.

Ironic then, that the one thing she sticks at longer than the fluttering of a hummingbird's wings is a hobby that requires both time and attention - knitting. Her beloved grandmother ('Nonna') got her hooked and you'll regularly find her creations listed on Plopsy, decorating her latest rental and even occasionally be gifted one if she takes to you enough. That hanging plant holder might just turn out to be your most enduring memory of her...

Oh, and she's very at home within the occult communities...

S Tier allyship right there, methinks.

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE

• Totally dyed her armpit hair for San Myshuno Pride one year (for reference, she shaves her legs regularly as it's a sensory thing but thinks we should normalise five o'clock shadow - or more - for all) . • Keeps a stash of plasma packs and beef jerky on her person for her 'special' friends who may have sudden specific cravings. • Likes the idea of becoming a spellcaster, less so the study involved (committment blergh). • Other kids looked out for the tooth fairy. She secretly hoped to be beamed up to Sixam. • Can see herself being a single parent someday but not married. Never married. • Sings and plays guitar at an 'around the campfire' level and likely knows some tricks behind the bar. Hey, whatever odd jobs are needed to pay the rent. • Has always been good with animals, even if horse riding is still a Work in progress. If simoleons weren't a factor, she'd likely buy a big house for retired service dogs to live out their remaining years in comfort.

(No CC as unlike Chiara, I'm strictly vanilla, but feel free to tweak to your tastes and add some more smallish tattoos that she'd have picked up 'round the way. Otherwise she's fully outfitted. I have no clue how to save and post her as a link, but if you decide to extend an invite to the hoe-down, I'll upload to my gallery ^^)

#my sims #chestnut ridge #mama caliente came all the way over from pleasantview just to kick over her trash #best reference she's ever had in her opinion #hot cowgirl summer #caleb vatore #look ma i learned the keep reading tag finally

[dolce-tenebra-toscana]

La Squadra's favourite desserts while i wait for my own pie to finish cooking!

Risotto ✂️: " Gelo alle Mandorle " it's a fresh dessert from Sicily made with almonds, almond's milk, lemon's zest and cinnamon. Extremely sweet like all sicilian desserts but so refreshing during summer, our dear Capo likes to order it from his favourite cafe whenever he comes back to his beloved Palermo. One time he ordered one to enjoy as a post mission treat, but illuso as a joke took a bite to annoy him....never mess with Risotto's dessert...

Prosciutto 🍖: " Cartoccio Siciliano" or Macallè as tradition wants are delicious fried brioches with the same form as cannoli, filled with ricotta's cream and chocolate chips. Prosciutto is very fond of this desserts cause his beloved Nonna used to make it for him before breakfast, he sheds a little tear everytime he gets the chance to eat one, as the two of them were very close.

Formaggio 🧀: " Maritozzo alla panna " it's again a pan brioche filled with a super fresh cream, dusted with sugar. Now why formaggio loves this one you may ask? Cause this little piece of heavenly sweetness was always served to future brides before their wedding ( maritozzo is like the roman endorsement for " husband " ) and little cheese man, being always the youngest cousin/nephew got to eat as much as he wanted, plus being spoiled rotten by the women of his family during this occasions.

Illuso 🔎: " Bonèt " is a typical pudding from Piemonte, and is called like this cause the stamp where this dessert gets cooked looks like a little hat ( Bonèt is in fact another way to say hat in Piemonte's dialect ) the secret of this pudding is in the liquor used to make it: the Fernet. During his high school time, Illuso got into baking to woo the girls in his " Liceo " but after some time he actually liked to de-stress by putting his purple apron on and start whisking some eggs and sugar. The Bonèt was in fact his first perfect recipe to achieve.

Melone 🍈: " Cantucci e Vinsanto " Now, NOW THIS IS PERSONAL! As a proud " Cittina Toscana " i am very invested in the desserts of my region and you can't leave Tuscany without getting at least once the Cantucci ( biscuits made with a dough similar to bread but with almonds inside ) and soak them in some good old Vinsanto ( a liquor typical of tuscany ). Melone always ate them, he doesn't even remember when he started but home to him is this: putting on an old Pieraccioni's VHS, read the newspaper and enjoy Cantucci and Vinsanto, he is THAT tuscan and is not ashamed.

Ghiaccio 🧊: " Torta Putana " being a dessert from Veneto, of course it has alcool in it and the name is very crude ( it traslates to Wh*ore Cake ) but the results won't disappoint! Being made with a couple days old bread soaked in milk, raisins, lemon and orange's zest is perfect to end a meal with sweetness; the young Ghia at first hated it but the faces of the old ladies of his neighbourhood after he yelled the name ( followed by blasphemies of course ) was even sweeter than the cake itself...

Pesci 🐟: " Struffoli" Pesci is the sweet tooth of the team, and being born and raised in Napoli of course he was familiar with tons of these honey coated bits. Pesci is the son of a baker, and he was always fascinated by the ability of his father's hands that prepared over 10 kg of it during Christmas, one time he ate too many and had to spend the whole morning at the hospital with his mother

#jojo part 5 #la squadra #dolci ricordi #la mia torta è pronta yaay #italian dessert