closed starter | lorenzo | @xallmywolvesx | night & dine.

Denver was drastically different from LA, and while it was a slight adjustment, Antonia couldn’t deny that it felt good to be somewhere new. The last few years had been filled with fake friends and still trying to please her parents. There was none of that pressure here. She walked into the restaurant, fully prepared to sit at a booth alone when she spotted an unexpected familiar face she hadn’t seen since her college days in New York. “Lorenzo ?! ” It came out louder and far more excitable than intended, but it was someone she knew ! Someone she’d at a time considered a genuine friend, and despite it having been years since they last saw one another, she couldn’t help but to find a little comfort in that. Antonia was by him in an instant, smile bright. “You’re in Denver.” It was more of a statement than a question.

Got me moving like a zombIEEEE

Valentino didn't show up to the 2015 FIM MotoGP Awards

☼ every rosquez podium » aragon 2016 [26/34]

1. Marc Marquez (Repsol Honda) 2. Jorge Lorenzo (Yamaha Factory) 3. Valentino Rossi (Yamaha Factory)

tbh nothing bamboozles me more about hetalia then the fact that Romano hates France, when irl they're like

"Only Paris is worthy of Rome; only Rome is worthy of Paris"

like bro, they should be bsf AT LEAST in modern day.

Do the 'Slytherin Boys' girlies know Mattheo Riddle and Lorenzo Berkshire aren't canon?

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bite was an understatement—milena serrano had claws. she had built herself up from nothing to a resolute and unfaltering woman; no sleazy man who had one too many drinks was going to play her for a fool. she stepped aside in tall heels to allow the stranger to intervene, glossed lips twisted into a judging smile. handsome. great ass. was that an accent she detected? milena gazed through her thick lashes, siren eyes focused and unrelenting, drinking in the details as though it trickled from a freshwater stream. "i could say the same for yourself. i hope you know that i'm not going to fall to my knees just because you got rid of the creep-a-thon. i can hold my own just fine. he was persistent, but not impossible." there wasn't much a mouthful of vodka to the eye couldn't fix. her manicured hand was lowered daintily into the palm of the stranger to shake. "milena serrano. not many men get my name for nothing, but i suppose i owe you some slack for using your big scary man privilege. honestly, this bar is full of creeps. i'm still trying to decide whether you're one of them."

⸺ * | closed starter for ⎯⎯ @rennisaturate ⸺ * | continued from here.

lorenzo wasn't able to recall being so attached in his previous relationships, he skated through it by doing the bare minimum, showing up to make a mess of things, using his absence to repair the damage and returning to start the cycle again. things felt similar with samantha except there was a strong desire to try - to break the cycle and start with a clean slate. it was like all his mother's warnings had finally come to reality, and lorenzo had truly met his match in samantha. any inkling of her pulling away would have him reaching for her with both hands, desperate and strong in their hold to keep her at his side. "i'm sure we'll keep ourselves busy for a lot longer than a few minutes, liebchen" his words come with a wolfish grin. when they were apart it was only if lorenzo couldn't help it, outside of work commitments and other endeavours, he would become her second shadow if he could. a level of attachment that even surprised those who had known him long enough to witness all those who had come before samantha. "maybe that's what's making it so hard..." he mused after taking a few beats to consider her words. "...we can trial it? and check in with each other after two weeks, and then i'll come and see you?" his suggestion was provisional since there was a high chance he'd cave much sooner than that and charter the first plane to go see her. "mhmm, a small token for you to think of what's waiting for you when you get home" his voice was a lazy mumble, as his eyes slid shut and pleasure skated through his body right down to his lower abdomen. the trail her mouth left on its way to his ear sent another wave of warmth through him. his hands rest on her hips, fingertips digging in hard enough to keep her there. "you can watch it on the nights when you're alone, think of me...know that i'll be thinking of you"

"  i'm  not  sure  you  understand  the  concept  of  being  fugitives  ,  but  it  surely  shouldn't  involve  making  friends  at  the  bar  " / @cursedcupids

It is BULLSHIT that there is no content regarding my bois chet and lorenzo here on tumblr. Can't a guy ask for more artwork (even texposts will do) about his favourite character of all time without having to see him and his brother being shipped (trust me, I really don't want that chocolate biscuit).

I want more art of my man chet

I want it

Because I am his number 1 fan (he told me himself)

I will not be stopped in creating more art for him (in fact I have 1 current project and 1 planned project involving him)

Please someone draw him, or write like, x reader headcannons I am insane and I can't just rely on my own mind and art at this point I am to busy

IKKI NIKO VS NOEL NOA ARE YOU KIDDING ME

coolest 15 year old ever let's go baby!!!!!!!!

 ♡       𓂃     closed   starter   to   @cursedcupids

‘  this  is  why  you  need  to  stay  back  when  i  tell  you  to  stay  back  ,  this  cut  is  superficial  but  it  could  be  way  worse  ‘

🩸 ───── oh one might never have expected this connection but he certainly wasn't complaining about it either. he was seated on the arm of the chair as his head leaned back before he heard bonnie coming into the room and his head tilted. "you realize, you don't have to pack the whole place for this trip, see the world it's much better the less you pack." he pointed out and it wask ind of true honestly.

@denydefeat ♥ for a starter from lorenzo 'enzo' st for bonnie bennett

assuming that he has to be of one of the clans available in Bloodlines, Fledgling Lorenzo would be a Tremere and he'd very much do the same run as my fledgling Amber, killing everything and everyone, just a bulldozer through the narrative, trying to get everything done as fast as possible

Strauss and Nines would be the only bitches in town he'd have an ounce of respect for and he wouldn't be bound by the Giovanni clan upbringing/traditions like he is in canon, so he'd very much skip being polite to anyone

I think he would side with the Anarchs, not because he really likes them better but because he hates the other factions more

stella: this entire day is so fucking jarring and sad and weird stella: btw everyone’s low-key but high-key blaming ur family which obviously makes this a lot easier :)

stella stares at malia’s contact photo for a few seconds then locks her phone with a sigh. apart from the gnawing grief in her stomach for the uncle who was, in some weird way, a good friend to her, seeing her normally unshakeable family so... shaken has her feeling uneasy and irritable. she found a quiet side entrance and took a quick smoke break about thirty minutes ago, so it’s really no surprise that her brothers find her eventually. “leave. this is my safe space.” she says, even as she offers her vape to leo in the same breath.

“can i borrow your phone ??” stella shakes her head immediately, hand curled around the device protectively, but he’s already whining. “i was in the middle of a live and mom took it off me.” his sister lets out a long stream of menthol smoke. “why would you live-stream your uncle’s funeral ??” lorenzo practically stomps his foot before accepting defeat, throwing himself down beside her. “have yous talked to ric’s kids yet ?? they’re, like, really fucking weird.” // @gvngsigns​

@blumhouses wanted a starter 3/3 based: too late now by w.et l.eg muse: lorenzo manzoni, 29, he/him, mafia member (and serial killer)

"down we go while holding hands — if i fuck this up, i'm taking you down with me"