- ̗̀walking disaster ̖́-

missmaggie: seriously! you’re here and its a beautiful day and you want to stay inside. i don’t get it.  missmaggie: i won’t be there long missmaggie: ill just be there to drag you out into the sun!

{ — ♡ ; 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩. > 

@thevillasinfo​

𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖: let’s talk about how pretty this natural light is rn! 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖: reason #537 why i love coming here every summer. 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖: i look cute af, even tho i’m gross and sweaty from a work out.

missmaggie: omg its 2pm! missmaggie: the day is too perfect to be wasted in bed missmaggie: sunlight, fresh air and the ocean is what you need  missmaggie: i’m coming to get you!

Tomislav had a stomach of steel - he was always eating, all the time. And there was so much to try at the Villas. He hadn’t been here long enough to try everything, and was slowly making his way through all the restaurants, determined to find the best food. Tonight’s appetizer was calamari - his absolute favorite, and the testament to whether or not the food here was going to be good. Good calamari and a Black Russian, but he did wish that there was someone seated across from him. Taste testing could get lonely sometimes, and Tomislav was a social creature. So when he spotted someone browsing the bar for an empty seat, not finding a spot in the very crowded restaurant - it was a weekend and he overheard the hosts talking about a long wait. He sat up a little straight and waved the person down, not too far from the bar in the hopes that they heard him.  “You can sit here if you want to,” he said, leaning forward and pushing the chair out, making sure his sleeve was rolled up enough not to dip into the marinara on the table. “It is just me here!” @thevillasinfo​

lately cosmo’s life has felt like a constant cycle of eat, sleep, drink, repeat. the past few days have been a total blur and he’s made one of his weekly vows to never drink again, which will probably last no longer than twenty four hours, if he knows himself (and he does). he’s got food and only food on his mind when he finds himself wandering out of his villa in search of sustenance. as a shock to nobody, he hasn’t really planned his evening very well and so when he gets turned away from the only place that’s not completely lined out the door he’s beginning to lose all hope. room service is his best friend recently, and maybe it’s destiny that they’ll be reunited again tonight. he’s turning to leave when a voice catches his attention and he follows the source to spot the young man waving him down. with a quick glance over his shoulder to ensure it is, in fact, himself being spoken to, cosmo weaves through the busy restaurant to slip into the empty seat opposite the other. “thanks, man,” he sighs, gratefully, shrugging out of his jacket and making himself comfortable. “i seriously owe you one. is it always this crazy in here?” 

new snap from missmaggie

missmaggie: so today’s weather is so perfect missmaggie: the sun is shining  missmaggie: the water is crystal clear  missmaggie: i’m going to the beach  missmaggie: what are you doing?

@thevillasinfo​

( twenty-five , cismale , he/him )  ✉ ― hey babes, have you met COSMO ROTHCHILD. they’re vacationing here, a few villas down from where you’re staying. you might hear YOUNG AND MENACE BY FALLOUT BOY playing from their villa, it’s their favourite song. yes, they hear that they look like TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET alot, actually - it’s really uncanny. their friends back home in LONDON, ENGLAND say that if they were on a tv show, their trope would be THE LONELY RICH KID , how funny is that? ✎ aqua , 27 , she/her , est.