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SkamIT fic | Nicotino | Elippo

SkamFR fic | Elu

Skam NL fic | Dutch!Even (nlAU) | LuKes

Druck fic

WTFock fic | Sobbe

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Lucy Gray should be proud to know she haunted that evil man every damn day of his fucking miserable life

it’s been a while since we talked. 

Maybe you could write a fic where marti, nico, Eva and ele realized filo check out Elia

It’s when the boy’s figure has full disappeared along with his friend around a corner that Filippo plops his chin on his palm and shows off his most winning smile.

“You know, I’m beginning to think that maybe Elia and Sivia won’t be a good match after all.”

Eva looks up from her phone, “What? Why?”

Nico, on the other side of the table, cocks a single eyebrow up and all at once, his gaze flicks to the space Elia had occupied and disappeared from. There’s a thump from under the table, and Marti jerks in place, throwing a wild look to his boyfriend. Filippo blinks at Nico’s serene expression.

Whatever. Nico always was an odd one.

Filippo shrugs and turns his attention back to Eva, “Seems wrong to torment the kid with a girl he doesn’t even like.”

And it seemed right to keep the kid uninvolved with anyone until Filippo could properly formulate a plan to introduce himself.

Eva sets her phone flat on the table. “So it has nothing to do with the fact you’re into him?”

“Into him? Me?”

“Oh so you wouldn’t fuck Elia?” Ele chimes in with all the smugness that only a baby sister watching her brother squirm could muster.

Marti holds up a hand, “Wait. Wait what?”

“Filippo is into Elia and is now trying to sabotage my plan.” Eva points at Filippo, “Elia is straight.”

An easy, carefree counter, “So was Marti until he met Nico.”

Marti’s outraged, “Excuse me?”

“Well that’s not true. Haven’t you met Giovanni Garau?”

Nico’s eyebrows raise further, “Wait, what?”

Filippo bows his head a this clusterfuck of a conversation, “Fuck me. Nevermind, set him up with the blonde harpy all you want.” Filippo slides his phone out of his back pocket and checks the time, “I’ll get to him first. Martinico, my boys, where are you guys playing with Elia and the small boy? I think I’ll join in for a bit.”

April Diaries Pt.3: Stray Kids

Based of sketches I saw on Pinterest.

@vdsweek 8/12:

The last person Jens expects to see at the first party back at Uni is his one-night stand from the boy’s summer trip to Amsterdam. It seems like fate has smiled down on him, if only the guy would acknowledge him. Jens has a plan for that.

So I've been watching Henry Danger and how come people don't talk about how funny and chaotic these guys are?!

In the end "Snow lands on top" a rant

I just finished the book, and people are right, you actively find yourself rooting for Snow, for a split second you completely forget who he is, who he is to become. You want him to be a good person, the moment I knew his humanity was faltering was when he killed Mayfair and Billy Taupe. He excused it as protecting Sejanus and Lucy Gray, but at the root of it, Coriolanus Snow is a product of Capitol brainwashing and taught to dehumanize the people of the districts.

He's so complex and fucked up and sociopathic and Olivia's song is a perfect encapsulation of Lucy Gray, AND Sejanus Plinth haunting him for the rest of his life. Snow can pretend and poison and erase the memory of them but people with unfinished business tend to come back to finish it.

I had refused to read the last chapter holding it off, cause I already saw the mental change in Snow's character, I was invested but I knew my heart will be broken. Because we only ever knew her through Snow's lens; Lucy Gray Baird's fate forever a mystery, just like her life.

Thank you for reading this mini rant, I'll probably rant again after a while.

I am not a child of the lord and neither am I gods strongest soldier. He is sinful. This should be illegal, Harry you lucky bastard.

Snap buttons, HE KNEW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN AND STILL WENT FOR THE SHIRT AND WENT FOR THE BARRICADE FOR KMM. UNHINGED. FERAL. CRIMINAL.

Eleonora sighed at the mess on the counter, the espresso machine that hadn’t been cleaned in days. When Eleonora had children of her own, they would certainly learn how to clean up after themselves. Not that Filippo was her child, but it certainly felt that way sometimes.

Setting about cleaning up, Eleonora dumped the dishes in the sink, wiping down the countertop and grimacing at the coffee stains on the tile.

“Oh.” A surprised voice behind her made Eleonora pause, glancing at the doorway to find an awkward-looking Elia wearing only a pair of boxer shorts and a shirt Eleonora knew was one of Filippo’s. “I didn’t think you’d be up.”

Shoving away her surprise at finding Elia in her apartment at nine in the morning, Eleonora shook her head.

“It’s after nine,” she said instead, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter as Elia lingered in the doorway.

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