After Rowan and August call it quits, Dawn Rose stays at Triple's party to enjoy the rest of her night. An unlucky bystander witnesses her attempt at coping.
No longer supervised by Rowan, with several drinks warming her skin and the lights so dim, Dawn's prone to risky decisions.
Triple shudders under her touch as she slides her hands across his stomach and onto his hips, pulling him closer as they devour each other, mouths hungry. Chairs and tables alike become collateral damage; Triple kisses her like there's no tomorrow, bumping them both into anything in their path. The remaining partygoers cheer as they stumble past, but Dawn can barely hear them, her head pounding and her thoughts melting into a swirl of nothing.
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[Video Description: An ad with piano music over it all, showing an elderly woman in her home, knitting, when two younger men walk by her window, which catches her attention. She stares out her window at them as they kiss each other while walking, the old lady staring in disbelief. Cut to the old woman approaching a residence with a broom in hand, staring up at the second floor window where a small rainbow Pride flag is hanging. The old woman stares up at it and mutters "Ridiculo", before getting up on a ladder with her broom to remove the flag. Focus on the flag fluttering to the ground as church bells chime. The scene then cuts to the couple from before, approaching their home with grocery bags in hand before one stops and stares at the second floor, stopping his partner who then drops the groceries as he too stares up. It's then revealed that the small pride flag had been replaced with a gigantic, hand-knit pride flag. It then cuts back to the old woman's home, where a tin of rainbow-colored yarn sits on her table. The hands of the old woman are holding and fondly touching an old black and white photo of two young smiling women, leaning against each other. Cut to the old woman's face as she stares out with a look of happy pride on her face. At the end of the video, the name "Idealista" appears on screen, followed by "buon pride" along with a rainbow. End VD.]
The old lady is not in her home. She is at work. She's meant to be what in Italian is called "la portinaia", aka a cross between a doorwoman and cleaner of a residential building. She's in her small "office" space, at the entrance of the building, from where she can survey the coming and goings of the inhabitants. It's a job that has mostly disappeared, but is culturally very clear to us as having the connotation of "potentially gossipy, one-million-percent judgmental woman who sees everything that goes on in the apartment complex, knows everyone and their secrets, and has Strong Opinions™️".
In this case, thankfully, the Strong Opinion™️ is that those two men are ridiculous with their teeny tiny flag for ants.
today's reason I fucking love the open source community: Ageless Linux, a brand new Debian-based operating system specifically designed to break the law by giving children access to computers that explicitly refuse to track their age.
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long hugs, melting into eachother w seven and arabella pls pls pls pls
thank you sm for sending 🥺🫶 i hope u enjoy! i quite literally never write sevenbella in this way so this was so fun to do! one day we will have them like this again. one day!!!! 😌🙏 in the meantime we have these 585 words LMFAO
arabella doesn't know what time it is, but she also doesn't care all that much. all she cares about currently is the way seven's holding her, his arms wrapped around her body so tight it should feel suffocating, but it doesn't. she's holding him just as tight, their entire bodies pressed together, still fitting together so perfectly, as if those three years apart didn't change them. at least, not when it comes to this.
they've been like this for a while, silently holding each other as they lie in bed, staring out the window of her hotel room, watching the rain pour down on the city outside.
she hasn't felt this peaceful in a long time. and the same can be said for seven, if the rise and fall of his chest is any indication. it's slow and steady, and she can hear the quiet thump of his heart as her head rests on his chest. she could stay like this forever. that didn't change either.
eventually, she looks up at him, half expecting him to be asleep, but she finds him already looking at her, staring at her as if he can't believe she's real. as if he can't believe this is actually happening. she smiles at him before she scoots up a little and presses her lips to his, giving him the softest kiss she's thinks she's ever given him. he responds with a sigh into her mouth, and one of his hands moves to cup her cheek.
when they pull away, he's smiling now too, and she wants nothing more than to take the look he's wearing right now and bottle it, only opening it up on hard days like when they're apart or when they don't get an opportunity to be alone like they are right now.
she untangles herself from him, only slightly so she can put her hands to the hair that's fallen in front of his bandana, adjusting the accessory so his hair is back behind it and contained once more. she presses a quick kiss to his forehead once she's done.
"thanks," he breathes, voice barely above a whisper.
"of course," she replies, wrapping her arms around his neck again. "i've missed fixing your hair."
"me too," he says, one of his hands coming up to push a lock of her hair behind her ear. his hand lingers there, ghosting over her cheek.
she leans into his touch, letting his hand cradle her face, his thumb starting to softly trace over the freckles on her cheek.
"i've missed these too," he says, giving her the softest smile he's given her since they've reconciled.
she's almost bashful, opting to look away from his lovestruck gaze to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist, where her initials lie. when she looks back up at him, he's still smiling at her. she doesn't ever want him to look at her any other way than how he is right now.
she presses another quick kiss to his lips before she goes back to how she was positioned, head resting on his chest with his arms wrapped tight around her.
she doesn't know where she ends and seven begins, which would be a terrifying prospect if it was anyone but him. since it is him though, it just feels like she's at home. right where she's supposed to be. she hasn't felt this way a long time, and she just wants to savor it for as long as she can.
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”how do i get people interested in my ocs” TAG THEM. BY NAME. HAVE AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER TAG I CAN LOOK THROUGH. PLEADE. SOURCE TAG AND THEN INDIVIDUAL CHARACTER TAG. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE CLICKED THROUGH THREE DIFFERENT VARIATIONS OF “#OC” ON SOMEONES BLOG TO GET THE FULL EXTENT OF THEIR ORIGINAL CHARACTER ART I REALLY WANT TO SEE. TOO MANY. THREE HUNDRED POSTS HIDDEN BECAUSE I WAS GOING THROUGH THE “ORIGINAL CHARACTER” TAG AND NOT THE “OCS” TAG ON THEIR BLOG. YOU MUST DO THIS FOR ME.
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chatgpt is a threat to the symbiotic relationship between fanfic writers and their betas. we are losing our traditions. eradicate the soulless machine and ask your friend who has a full time job and 3 kids to annotate your omegaverse fanfiction like any other responsible adult.
funniest part of reviving ocs i made as a kid is being like "yeah i always imagined them as a mature member of the group who really has their shit together" [checks their info] "what the fuck do you mean they were supposed to be fifteen years old"
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