italia merdionale

a really big problem

presumably with me considering we butted heads ONCE several months (like, almost a YEAR) back whenever she posted about how northern and southern italian separatism is justified by how racist northern italians are and lega nord blah blah, or some shit, and i responded and she vagued about me then too and probably told all her friends

but hey if you’re an aph romano roleplayer she probably hates you too!

^also don’t these sound really manipulative and gross or is it just me?

i deleted the post we had about our first argument because you asked and i didn’t mind because i’m not petty but clearly the peace was not mutual so this is staying up no matter how many times you message me.

some more stuff that’s a doozy (cap below for the link-phobic):

some more shit

(mostly just posting this for the “ACCURATE AKA MINE” part but lol)

give me a pairing, give me an au setting, and i will write a 3 sentence fic based on it

Antonio has worn the same shirt for three days, which would annoy Lovino more if it wasn’t a gift from him and not cheap, but it was cheap, a burgundy button down that shouldn’t have ever seen the light of a consignment sale, and it was a gift from him because Antonio wears nothing but solid color tees and Lovino was getting fairly sick of them, and Antonio’s face had lit up like Christmas lights when Lovino had shoved the shopping bag toward him (not that Lovino had looked him in the eyes at all while Antonio clutched the shirt to his chest with one hand and wrapped the other around Lovino’s waist while cooing about how lucky he was to have such a thoughtful boyf– “Don’t call me that so loudly!”).

But people are starting to notice, the worst of which being Gilbert, who elbows Antonio at lunch and chides him about his ‘boyfriend’ shirt to which Antonio replies in the most nonchalant matter, “Well, Lovino did buy it for me, so it is my boyfriend shirt,” and he winds up with an empty juice box to the face courtesy of Lovino.