“You’re Not Alone”

April diaries Pt.2 : acrylic and oil pastel

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The girls get it, get it, and girls don’t, don’t.

DICKKORY DATE AT THE BOWLING ALLEY!??

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another one cause I’m proud of my improved editing skills

started from the bottom now we’re here

“You text too much,” Filippo murmured, head tilting back for Elia’s mouth on his neck, working his way down, Elia’s hand sliding under the collar of his shirt.

The corner they’d chosen was dark, a table shoved in a back of the bar for this specific purpose as glasses clinked around them and people laughed at things Filippo couldn’t hear.

“Since when?” Elia asked, not sounding too concerned. His fingers slid over Filippo’s chest and if Filippo had seen any other couple doing this, he might have rolled his eyes. That was the thing about Elia, though. He didn’t mind shit like this when it was Elia.

“Since Eleonora is getting suspicious.”

“You text more than I do,” Elia argued, mouthing among Filippo’s jaw. “You sent seven texts in a row the other day.”

“I was trying to pick a shirt and you were absolutely no help at all.”

It was Elia’s fault anyway, that he was sending so many texts, keeping him ‘glued to the phone’ as Eleonora had said. Filippo had left Eleonora at the flat after Elia’s text had popped up on his screen, her suspicious gaze following him out the door, her parting, “If I didn’t know you, I might think you were in love,” echoing in his head all the way down the stairs. He knew his sister and she wasn’t stupid–she’d figure it out eventually. He wouldn’t be able to brush her off forever, especially not to meet up with Elia at a gay bar and makeout in the corner.

Elia pulled back to look at him, his eyes dark and warm as he smiled at Filippo, his hand that wasn’t down Filippo’s shirt pushing through the short hairs at the back of his neck.

“I told you you look good in everything.”

It was a bald-faced lie and Filippo rolled his eyes. “Even the mesh shirt?”

“Especially the mesh shirt,” Elia replied, pulling Filippo’s mouth to his for a long, lingering kiss that almost made Filippo groan, hands grasping Elia’s waist.

It just wasn’t fair what Elia could get him to do, without even asking. Elia has simply appeared one day, tumbled into Filippo’s life and stayed there. And now he had Eleonora asking about boys and saying shit about being in love.

An unexpected thrill ran through Filippo’s stomach when Elia pulled back, his mouth curved into a smile, something warmer and softer between them as they sat too close in the back booth. He’d told Eleonora that there were plenty of guys, but the truth was, there was just one, and he was leaning into Filippo right now, as though all he wanted to do was kiss him.

It had been like this for weeks, Filippo giving in to Elia’s easy charm, them meeting up in secret places they knew their friends wouldn’t be, late-night phone conversations about everything and nothing at the same time. He hated to think that Eleonora was right, but maybe, maybe it was love.

Filippo shook that thought from his head as Elia pressed a kiss to his chin, hand sliding to Filippo’s neck. It was way too soon to be thinking about things like love, especially with Elia, no matter how cute he was, how much Filippo liked being around him. That was crazy.

But maybe there was something else they could think about.

“Elia,” he said after a minute, laying a hand against his throat, gentle, holding him back from pressing more kisses to his jaw. “How about we go to my place?”

Elia’s eyebrows went up as his gaze moved from Filippo’s mouth to his eyes. “Isn’t Eleonora home?”

Filippo shrugged, as though he didn’t know what he was implying, as though they hadn’t spent the last few weeks diligently avoiding arousing suspicion with their family and friends.

“So?” he asked, and Elia stared at him for a moment, big eyes rounded before a smile spread over his face.

“So,” he said finally, shrugging, pulling Filippo’s mouth to his, slow and warm, tugging on his lip piercing. “Let’s go.”

Grinning, Filippo didn’t get up, instead pulling Elia closer, kissing him easily. They’d go in a minute.

so like while everyone is ignoring robbe he’s out here soft pranking his best friend by replacing part of the oreo icing with toothpaste and then watching him eat it

Cassie: How can you be interested in a drug dealer?

Lexi: Beats being crazy over an abusive sociopath and sleeping with him behind your friends back.

Cassie:

Lexi:

Cassie:

Lexi:

Fez: .....Yo you got a beautiful home Mrs. Howard and this dinner is great.

little things I noticed in The Last Kingdom that make me smile;

Sihtric and Finan have matching hair beads (they go along the top of the ear)

in the episode 4x8 (around 34:41) Sihtric keeps Osferth standing when he starts to pass out cause Finan got him so drunk. He pats him and tells him to stay awake, and then proceeds to watch him quite closely for the rest of the episode

after the slave ship, Uhtred never makes Finan row again, even during emergencies

Finan is always takes care of Uhtred (feeds him and gives him his cloak when he's sick, checks over his injuries after Edward has him tortured, hugs him and helps him mourn after losing *insert a list of characters Uhtred has lost over the span of the show*

Sihtric treats aethalstan like a little brother. when they were being hunted down, and we're corned by eardwulf, presumably about to die, he hands him a dagger but makes the stereotypical bug brother "I want it back" comment. he pretends to be grouchy with him but protects his life and childhood with his own.

furthermore, when running from eardwulf Sihtric and Finan both hold his hand while they run.

finan treats aethalstan like the child/children he lost (we know prior to the slave ship he was married with children, but we don't know much)

osferth is used to having no one when he first joins the group so he tends to drift away, anticipating being rejected, so the others physically draw him in and show him rather then tell him they love him. particularly finan.

Sihtric always looks to finan when nervous or unsure. they click their weapons before battle so Sihtric knows he has someone to fight for, to live for, to go back to.

it was finan that helped him find his faith, even if Sihtric was a pagan and Finan was a Christian.

Sihtric started having some sort of trauma response to being tied up and Osferth immediately started trying to calm him down despite having to armed men with orders to watch them die or slit their throats if it took to long, standing 5 feet away from them.

Sihtric, Finan, and Osferth are considered "Uhtreds pretty boys"

pyrlig became a priest in attempt to retire, then met Uhtred, and he was forced to throw retirement out the window and hasn't known peace since

the boys loves Hild like a big sister/mom

Uhtred has been shown to form deep connections with his horses

no matter how much osferth grew, he remained the groups baby, and they loved him to peices.

Currently crying

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