The Only Winner And The Only One I'm Gonna Accept At Eurovision This Year

(I did not mean to do this but as soon as I drew the background, I knew they were outside. And @belledamsceno made that post about the lake...)

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A cool breeze swept off the lake, and Filippo shivered, more at Elia’s fingers scraping over his side as he dragged Filippo’s shirt up his stomach.

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when you invited me to the lake with the boys,” Filippo murmured, tilting his head to brush his lips against Elia’s, gazing down at the beautiful boy beneath him, cheeks flushed pink in the early morning sun, a hickey still visible on Elia’s neck from last night.

Filippo hadn’t expected to find himself outside as the sun rose over the lake, tree leaves dappling the ground as the breeze rustled through the branches. He would have preferred a soft, warm bed, but those appeared to be few and far between at Gio’s aunt’s cabin.

Elia smiled up at him, fingers curling around Filippo’s neck. “I wanted to get you alone before everyone else gets up.”

“If we had the bed…” Filippo said, but he knew it was pointless.

“I didn’t know Gio was going to bring Sofia,” Elia murmured, pressing soft kisses to Filippo’s neck, in just the right way that Filippo felt himself melting at the touch.

“But you did know Marti was going to bring Nico,” he replied, breathing in the scent of soap lingering on Elia’s skin. It didn’t really matter. Either way, he and Elia’s chances at getting the bed had been slim to none.

Truth be told, as much as Filippo would bring this up later, he didn’t really mind sleeping on the couch, being roused at God knew what time so Elia could drag him out to the shoreline, pushing Elia into the grass and greeting him with long, sweeping kisses while Elia laughed and his cheeks went red.

Ella’s eyes were closed as Filippo gazed down at him, a soft smile on his face like he was waiting for Filippo to kiss him, and Filippo didn’t deny him.

He should have hated it, Filippo thought as he leaned into Elia, chest to chest, their bodies warm despite the breeze, his hand curled in Elia’s hair. Elia’s lips were soft, following the slide of Filippo’s. He should have hated being outside this early in the morning, having to watch the boys play FIFA for hours, watching Martino gaze lovingly at Nico every time he said anything.

He should have found it all profoundly irritating, but he didn’t. He liked waking up to Elia in his face, tugging him up, barely enough time to throw on a tee shirt before stumbling out the door. He liked the way Elia leaned into him on the couch while Luca complained about Gio outscoring him, Elia’s hand warm on his thigh. He liked catching Elia sometimes, giving him that same look that Marti gave Nico, though Elia would never admit to it.

“What?” Elia asked when Filippo paused, smoothing back Elia‘s hair.

Shaking his head, Filippo smiled. “There’s a little inn in town. Maybe next time we come up here with the boys, you and I can get a room.”

Elia grinned, eyes lighting up. “How romantic.” He said it teasingly, but Filippo was fairly sure Elia’s cheeks went a little redder at the thought.

“I’m very romantic,” Filippo assured him, kissing Elia slowly, sliding his tongue inside his mouth, fingers tightening in Elia’s hair until Elia moaned and arched into him, fingers bunched in Filippo’s hem.

“Fuck,” Elia mumbled against Filippo’s lips, taking a breath before sighing contentedly, breaking apart for just a second, foreheads resting together as the leaves overhead rustled gently.

Filippo should have hated this, this romantic, making out in the dewy morning grass, gazing at Elia’s parted pink lips, heart-thudding kind of stuff. The kind of stuff he would never have thought possible with someone like Elia.

But he didn’t. He might even be content to lay with Elia outside in the chill morning breeze until the sun fully rose, until Elia’s skin was pink for a different reason other than Filippo laying on top of him.

“Do you think the guys are up?” Elia asked after a long minute, the only noises the rustle of the leaves, water lapping at the shore, and the distant twitter of a bird somewhere.

“Maybe,” he allowed, but he didn’t care about the guys. Not right now. Instead, he tilted Elia’s chin to his, catching Elia’s smile. “They’ll find us eventually.”

“Then we should stay right here,” Elia agreed, nodding against Filippo’s lips, and Filippo merely smiled, kissing Elia easily. They’d stay right there.

“aemond is evil hypocritical and insane in the book” what if completely and utterly abandoning the cause he dedicated his entire life towards the second an evil witch milf walked into the room was the realest thing anyone in that family has ever done

heyy, i love your fics ❤ could you write a continuation of the fic where nico tells the boys about his first kiss with nico, but this time it's elia talking to them about filippo, i need more elippo fics

Elippo party #4!

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“You don’t get to complain about me kissing Nico anymore,” Martino said from the chair, and Elia had to pull away from Filippo’s mouth to look at him.

“Since when do I do that?” he asked easily, receiving three equal pairs of raised eyebrows as Marti, Gio, and Luca looked at him.

“Since forever,” Martino reminded him, glancing pointedly at the way Elia was firmly ensconced in Filippo’s lap, Filippo’s arms around his waist.

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Suzanne Collins is one of the few contemporary writers who realizes the importance of names in her stories and the significance they bear. They add so many layers to the story, additional meanings that otherwise would not have existed.

The original trilogy:

Katniss: named after a plant of which you can eat the roots. Her father taught her where to find it and told her that “as long as you can find yourself, you’ll survive” (quote may be a little bit off, but it’s from one of the early chapters in THG). Additionally, the leaves are in the shape of an arrowhead, referencing her skills with the bow which her father also taught her how to use.

Peeta: literally bread lmao. But bread is one of the basic nutritions humans need, a little bit goes a long way to keep you alive. Peeta’s presence in Katniss’s life also kept her alive, literally and figuratively—the burned bread he threw her in the flashback and their complicated relationship.

Primrose: a plant with medicinal purposes, even more significant in light of her work as a medic in Mockingjay.

Gale: literally means “strong wind” and considering that in every encounter with Katniss he’s caused some reaction, he pulls her into directions she maybe initially doesn’t want to go in. Additionally, his name also represents his determination and steadfastness in his beliefs.

TBOSAS

Lucy Gray: named after William Wordsworth’s poem “Lucy Gray” which is about the titular character of the poem who got lost during a blizzard. She literally got lost in snow. Rachel Zegler sang this poem in two parts on the original soundtrack of the movie. When Snow asked who the girl in the song is, Lucy answers that she’s a mystery, just like her.

Snow: aside from the obvious snow references, I think his name is most significant in relation to Lucy and the poem. The only one who knows what caused her disappearance is Snow. He is the reason that Lucy is gone. But her traces in the snow are still visible. He will always remember her because the memory of Lucy has manifested itself in every part of his life.

Coriolanus: named after the Roman general (and also the titular character of Shakespeare’s play), Coriolanus wanted to attack Rome and become its ruler. He was scorned and celebrated by the people, only to be later exiled from the city by them. In TBOSAS, Coriolanus is the star pupil at the Capitol’s academy but sent into exile to the districts after he won the Games with Lucy through cheating.

Volumnia: Coriolanus mother who played a part in his ascent to power. In TBOSAS, she almost serves like a mentor to Coriolanus, teaching him how to think in terms of power.

There are so many other names that have historical (mostly Roman and Greek) connotations—Plutarch, Seneca, Cinna—but also regular names like Trinket and Beetee bear meanings that represent the character beautifully.

Names are important. For any lover of literature or (aspiring) writers, please look closely at them. They can shape your story into something unique.

Feel free to correct me if I’ve said something wrong. I know there are many names missing, but I can only add so many examples ✊🏻😔

That thing about fertility

A great many people who are befriended/follow Uhtred say Sihtric is favoured by Freya and Freyr

This stems from one Yule time in Cookham, when Sihtric was allowed to sacrifice the boar

It was his very first time

He got more blood on himself than on the sacrificial grounds

That brought around the joke that from now on Freya will favour him

He will have many children it is said

And nothing has ever been more true

His libido is off this world!

He can go for it anytime, anywhere

He is not quitting until you are with child

And even when you are, he will only leave off when you tell him

He is 100% horny!

And a himbo

You are most certainly with child 80% of the time

So many babies!

And Sihtric loves all of them

He is such a proud and loving father, holy fek!

He definitely does his best to be involved as he can be

Considering Uhtred still likes him by his side in battle

He also all but insists on being with you during your labour

Uhtred usually allows that

And how elated he is when he gets to hold another newborn babe in his arms

And he finds you so pretty when you are with child

He will not waste a single moment to make you feel confident

Be it with a baby bump, just post partum or with a baby on your boob

Sihtric will always tell you how amazing he thinks you are

And often also how much you turn him on

Because fuck you do!

Especially in your second trimester

There is barely any leaving your bed

Because holy shit you drive Sihtric wild every hour of the day

It's become a bit of a running gag for Uhtred to ask you if you are pregnant every time he sees you

Be it with a bundle of joy new in your arms or with a belly full to bursting

And you always answer 'Knowing my husband, I might be'

Though Sihtric will absolutely give you time to recover as much as you need after birth or when one baby is particularily difficult

And then there is the adopted kids

First it is just Cynlaef

But Aethelstan seems to yearn for a true family as well

So you say he can go ahead and call you Mother and Sihtric Father, if he wants

The young royal bastard had already been living under your roof since Uhtred had taken him in on Edward's request

You and Sihtric simply have the most stable family/homelife

Sihtric and you are absolutely loving parents to your boys

They are both raised, like the children of your blood, with the old gods

Though Finan and Osferth make sure Aethelstan gets a christian education as well

Cynlaef and Aethelstan are both very good big brothers

They are very helpful with the younger children

Especially Aethelstan is soooo good with the young ones

Oh the happiness

BIG FAMILY, HAPPY FAMILY

“You’re not alone”

Request: Can you write an Elippo fic where Elia is in Filippo’s room and he doesn’t know the song (last clip) and Filippo was like HOW DARE YOU NOT KNOW RAP FUTURISTICO and so he start playing it out loud and sing it to Elia doing dumb moves and at “tranne te” part screaming at his face and then kiss him like the Patatine e Marmellata clip?

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