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haikyou · 5 months
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Che sia tennis
O parole e musica
Amo l’aurora.
Esercizio di sfizi,
Indizi di inizio.
Non ci si crede,
Si rinasce ogni volta
E non c’è fine.
WakaBaoTzeBao, 16 febbraio 2024 - 6.37, Kontowood.
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https://www.modaonlinemagazalari.com/moda-markas/sfizio/
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seriemorder · 6 months
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torn because idgaf about doctor who anymore but ncuti interests me mmmmmmmmmmmmh
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buscandoelparaiso · 6 months
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SIGNOR GALLO????????????
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omarfor-orchestra · 6 months
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Ciò non toglie che è una scelta di merda però almeno
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deathshallbenomore · 2 years
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con i suoi libri bellissimi e i suoi prezzi allucinanti iperborea ha devastato le mie finanze*
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outfitsinspiration · 13 days
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Who: Rita Montezuma (ritamontezuma)
What: Sfizio Studio Lace Patch Skirt (297.00€) When: Instagram - May 18, 2024
Worn with: Lewis & Millu vest, Sfizio Studio shirt, Adidas sneakers, Mango bag
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girasoliasonagli · 25 days
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The evolution of same-sex sexual behaviour in mammals | Nature Communications
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gastronominho · 2 years
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Vinícola paranaense lança segunda edição de vinho premiado
O vinho Sfizio Lote 13, que marcou a história da Vinícola Legado, chega ao mercado novamente em edição limitada
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Date Night | Damiano David
Pairing : Damiano David x Reader
Prompt : A post I saw a while ago where someone was talking about a speakeasy they had been to that also doubled as a tattoo parlour and I couldn't stop thinking about it...
Warnings: Poor Italian translations, bad tattooing process and aftercare, not proof-read
Word Count: 2527
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“Are you ready to go Amore?” He asks, walking back into your shared bedroom and standing behind you as you looked in the mirror, slipping your earrings in. “Though I don’t really know why I’m asking, considering I have absolutely no Idea where you’re taking me,” He says with a soft laugh as he places his hands on your hips, pulling you into him.
“I promise you’ll love it,” You assure him as you lean back, resting your head on his chest.
“I’m sure I will,” He says as he starts to kiss your neck. The warm Rome air was flowing through the apartment, all the windows and doors open creating a nice breeze. This was your happy place, here with him. “Mmh…let's get going,” He teases, pulling away from you.
“You just don’t like surprises do you?” You ask him as you put your sandals on, buckling them at your ankle.
“You know I don’t” He says with a grin as He spritzes himself with his cologne. 
You left the apartment hand-in-hand as you walked towards the metro station, it was only a few stops away so you were quickly off again. You double checked the distance when you got out and it was only a five minute walk. You passed the Circo Massimo and you reminisced about when Damiano played there a few years ago. You had only been dating around a year when He begged you to come, guaranteeing you it would be the best night of your life and He had definitely not been lying. 
You had heard the band practising before, even having sat in on some recording sessions…but there was something different about seeing them perform, seeing Him perform. Damiano was almost a different person. He was raw, unapologetic and very fucking hot. Not that He wasn’t anyway but somehow it had been taken to a whole new level.
“It should be just here…” You say looking down at the map on your phone.
“Are you sure Amore? I think your map might be wrong…” He says looking around. You spot what you’re looking for. A dark wooden door with a golden ‘T’ and matching knocker.
“Follow me,” You say with a wide smile on your face as you pull Damiano with you. You knock on the door three times followed by saying the word ‘Sfizio’. A moment passes before you hear it unlocking and the door swinging open. 
“Benvenuti Signore e Signora,” The Doorman says, nodding in your direction as you walk past him. 
“Welcome to temptazione,” You say quietly to Damiano as you both take a moment to soak in the atmosphere. There’s a light haze of cigarette smoke and the smell of expensive cologne filling the air as you’re silently led to a booth in the corner.. 
“Wow…where did you find this place?” He asks, both of you sliding into the dark green leather lined booth.
“Friend of a friend is one of the owners…it opened up a few weeks ago and as soon as I heard about it I knew I had to bring you,” You say, not wanting to give up the biggest secret yet.
The lady who had sat you left a menu card and a small piece of paper. ‘you’ll be seen at 11’ 
“What's that?” He asks as you look at the paper.
“The second surprise of the night…but it looks like you’ll have to wait,” You tease him
“You just can’t help yourself can you?” He asks and you just shake your head. You had just over an hour to kill until it was your turn so Damiano offers to grab the first round of drinks. By half past you were two drinks in, Damiano’s arm wrapped around your shoulders as you alternated between slowly kissing and quietly talking. The next half an hour seemed to go pretty quickly and soon enough you were being escorted down a dark hallway, your boyfriends fingers laced into yours as you followed,
“Leo will be your artist tonight, godere,” She says before leaving you. You turn to Damiano and you can see all the pieces starting to click into place.
“Is this what I think it is?” He asks and you nod, a smile spreading across your face. You had gotten a few tattoos in the past, nowhere near as many as He had and you had been saying for years that you wanted to get them done together some day. “-and you want to?” He asks and you nod again. When he sees your reaction you're pulled into his chest, lips colliding with his. “You’re perfect” He whispers before you're interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway.
“11 O’Clock?” A guy asks as he comes into the room.
“Yes,” You answer and He pulls back a curtain revealing a large leather chair and a tattoo station.
“Do you know what you want?” He asks and you look over at Damiano. 
“I was wondering if we chose for each other,” You suggest, and Damiano’s wide smile was a good enough answer.
“Do you want to leave it as a surprise?” Leo asks, opening a drawer and pulling out a black silk blindfold. You were definitely not a stranger to a silk blindfold. “ I can wrap it up for you so you can wait until you get home to see it? Quite a few of our couples do,” He offers and you both like the sound of that.
You were always slightly nervous before a new tattoo and Damiano knew that. “Let me go first, Amore,” He says, kissing your forehead. “Where do you want it?” He asks.
“Where have you got space is probably a better question,” You reply with a smile and He starts to unbutton his shirt. He shrugs it off and hangs it up on the hook behind the door. As he looks at himself in the mirror trying to see where you could put it you can’t help but admire him. A soft smile rested upon your lips as you let your eyes roam over his body.
“Up here Amore,” He says, directing your gaze back up his chest. “Either the top of my ribcage or just above my waistband?” He suggests, pointing out the two areas.
“I think here should be perfect,” You say, brushing your hand over the top of his ribcage. Damiano heads over to the chair and lays down. 
“Do you know what you’d like Signora?” Leo asks.
“I do, can I have a pen and paper…wouldn’t want to give anything away,” You say smiling up at your boyfriend. He quickly hands them to you and you draw out your design. “If you can do it as close to that as you can, that would be amazing,” You say and he nods. Leo hands you the silk blindfold before leaving the room to make a template of your design.
You moved towards Damiano, walking around the chair so you were looking down at him. He sits his head up slightly so you could tie the blindfold around his eyes.
“Oh how the tables have turned,” You say quietly, moving to sit on the edge of the seat. You slowly run your hand over his chest, paying special attention where his new tattoo will be. You lean down to press your lips to the base of his neck, slowly kissing your way up towards his jawline.
“Per favore…Amore,” He says but you’re interrupted again. Leo pays no mind to the position he found you in as he showed you the template.
“It's perfect,” You say with a smile, getting up and moving to sit in the chair on the other side. Damiano turns onto his side so Leo can reach his ribcage. The tattoo takes about five minutes, maybe not even that. He moisturises the area and covers it up so it’s hidden from prying eyes.
“That means it’s your turn, Amore,” Damiano says, pulling the blindfold from his face and smiling at you.
“I guess it is…how do you want me Signore David?” You ask with a grin as He stands up and walks you over towards the mirror. 
“May I?” He asks and you nod, before taking the back zip of your dress in between his fingers and pulling it down slightly. The dress hung around your waist, revealing the laced bra you wore underneath it. He moved his hand onto your stomach, dragging one of his fingers along the area where your skin disappeared under the lace. “What about here?” He asks.
“I like it,” You say with a smile and He seems pleased with his decision. You look down and see Damiano pulling the black silk out of his pocket. 
“Your turn,” He says as he ties it around your eyes. You feel his fingers lace into yours as he leads you over towards the chair, you carefully sit down, making sure your dress doesn't fall any further.
“Signore? Your design?” Leo asks Dami, who asks to speak to him away from me. Leo leaves the room and I can feel Damiano coming back over to me.
“Leo’s just gone to make the template…he’ll be back in a moment,” He says quietly, only a few inches from my ear. “I think it’s going to look beautiful Amore,” He says, tracing the area again with his finger…then something else…you can feel his breath on your stomach so it must be his tongue. 
“Dami…” You moan softly but he stops…drying the area so nobody would know. 
“Later, I promise,” He says, gently squeezing your thigh as He sits up…Leo having come back into the room.
“Signora…do you mind taking off your bra…I think the fabric might get in the way,” He asks and you sit up, a guy's hands, who you know for a fact are Damiano’s wrap around you, unhooking the bra and moving it away. Your nipples peak at the sudden cold air, then an alcohol wipe to disinfect the area is gently brushed over the area before the design is transferred onto your skin.
“Just stay nice and still for us Amore,” Damiano says, relieving you of any worry or concern you had. 
“Signore…would you like to do it?” Leo asks and there's a moment of silence.
“That's not up to me…Amore?” He asks and you quickly agree.
“Yes, of course,” You say, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the thought of Damiano tattooing something that would be on your body forever. You could still hear the music from the bar as they concentrated, the only other sound being that of the tattoo gun. You didn’t find it particularly painful and before you knew it, it was done. Damiano followed the same routine that Leo did with the aftercare before wrapping it up.
“You did so good,” Damiano says as He kisses your forehead. The silk blindfold is untied, left to drop into your lap.
“I’ll leave you two to get dressed…the charge has been added to your bill. It was a pleasure working with you Signore e Signora,” Leo says with a smile before quickly leaving the room. You loosen your bra slightly so it doesn’t affect the dressing before you pull your dress back up, over your shoulders. Damiano had already buttoned up his shirt by the time his hands reached for the zipper again, gently tugging it up.
“That was amazing Amore, thank you so much,” He says, kissing your shoulder blade.
“Thank you for tattooing me,” You say with a slight laugh. Damiano would later tell you that Leo had been following him on social media so had seen that He had tattooed before, so the whole ‘would you like to’ was a farce.
It was nearing midnight by the time you got back to the bar, both of you deciding to finish your drinks before heading home. Damiano’s jacket was draped over your shoulders as the cool air settled in on your journey home. The metro was quiet and the streets near your apartment were even quieter.
You had decided that you would both wait a week till revealing your new tattoos, wanting to give them time to heal before seeing them for the first time.
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The next week flew by, Damiano back in the studio, You were back in the office. It was a pretty unremarkable week that was all counting down towards the day you would finally see your tattoo. Damiano had ordered your favourite food for delivery, you had eaten whilst watching a movie you both wanted to see, a very nice bottle of red wine had been cracked open but both of you knew what the other was waiting for.
“I think it’s time,” You say to him as the film finishes.
“I think so too,” He says, getting up from the couch and taking you by the hand. He led you into your bedroom and towards the mirror. He pulled your shirt off of you whilst you unbuttoned his. Dropping both onto the floor in a crumpled heap. You watched as He moved to his bedside table, pulling out a very familiar black silk blindfold. “I’m going to clean it up before you see it, ok?” He asks, tying the silk around your head for the second time. He takes your bra off and can feel him peeling away the adhesive dressing. He headed into the bathroom and grabbed a damp towel, gently brushing it over the tattoo making sure it was clean and healing properly.
He positioned you in front of the mirror.
“Ready,” He asks and you nod, he removes the blindfold and you look down at your left breast. The dark black inked words cupping it. ‘Il Ballo Della Vita’ Curved around, identical to his, but this time in his handwriting, done by his hand.
“I…I love it,” You say, slightly lost for words. “It’s perfect Dami,” You say, unable to take your eyes off of it. You finally managed to tear your eyes away from it to turn around, pulling him down into a long and drawn out kiss. “Thank you,” You whisper with a wide smile on your face.
The silk is wrapped around his eyes now, damp towel gently wiping at the tattoo before letting him see. You were very impressed at how much it looked like your handwriting…Leo had done a very good job. You untied the blindfold, throwing it behind you and onto the bed as Damiano’s eyes travelled down his own body, locking onto the written words. ‘Sarò ciò che respiri’ Your favourite line from the song He wrote about you.
“You are what I breathe…” You say quietly, now it was his turn to be unable to tear his eyes away. It was very rare that Damiano was speechless…his whole job was putting his emotions into words…but this had stumped him.
“I…” He tries to say but to no luck. You smile to yourself…you definitely won. “It's perfect…you’re perfect…fuck, I love you so much Amore,” He says pulling you into his arms. “How about we put that blindfold to another use?” He asks quietly against the shell of your ear.
finite
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io-pentesilea · 1 month
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La verità... è che non me ne frega più di niente.
Delle bugie e dei tradimenti di falsi amici o parenti.
Dell'amore e degli uomini.
Di essere stata relegata al lavoro, visto che non sono una leccaculo, al ruolo di... guardarobiera? Receptionist?
Non me ne frega niente dei viaggi a cui dovrò rinunciare - anche quello del sogno - o di dovermi negare qualsiasi sfizio.
Non me ne frega niente dei vestiti, delle scarpe, delle mostre e dei cinema.
Delle cene fuori o delle feste.
L'unica cosa di cui mi importa, ora, è la mia casa.
E non me ne frega niente dei sacrifici che faccio e dovrò fare.
Se solo l'universo per una volta, una cazzo di volta, guardasse nella mia direzione...
Perché niente ha più importanza se non la mia casa.
Barbara
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sognopassionale · 4 months
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vorrei scopare con qualcuno che non ho vergogna di vedere, non mi interessa l'amore, so che non è destino, voglio togliermi questo sfizio/bisogno
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idettaglihere · 10 months
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presa da un momento di pazzia/follia/esaurimento oggi ho provato questo completo (nel supermercato dove devo prendere il cazzo di frigorifero) e ho deciso di comprarlo, ora devo solo vendere un rene e un pezzo di fegato ma tutto ok mi sono tolta uno sfizio enorme o forse ho solo dato sfogo alla mia frustrazione tramite lo shopping
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der-papero · 5 months
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Giorno 8 inizio il mio nuovo lavoro, confermando quella che pensavo fosse una coincidenza, eppure alla fine si dimostra un mio pattern preciso, ovvero che non riesco a stare più di 5 anni in un posto lavorativamente parlando, che sia una intera azienda o anche solo un reparto.
In questo caso ne sono passati 6, ma ho fatto molta fatica a resistere l'ultimo anno, anzi, l'idea di scappare mi era proprio venuta un anno fa, ma in Germania i tempi sono tutti più lenti, per quando ho messo in moto il meccanismo un anno è bello che passato, anche perché restando nella stessa azienda comunque il processo è quello che è.
Incredibile come questa cosa sia palese nel mio CV, ma nessuno si sia mai preso lo sfizio di chiedermi perché, eppure dovrebbe essere un elemento pro o contro una assunzione, sapere che dopo 5 anni massimo ti ci mando. E' da oggi che rivedo sempre lo stesso VHS, con colleghi che mi scrivono "ci mancherai/sei davvero in gamba/come faremo senza di te/blah blah blah", che kivemuort se davvero pensaste queste cose me le direste più spesso (c'è chi lo fa, e non aspetta l'ultimo giorno dopo la mia comunicazione).
Chissà quale difetto si nasconde dietro questo mio nomadismo lavorativo, ma adesso figurati se mi metto a dare centinaia di euro ad uno per farmi spiegare perché non mi si incolla il culo alla sedia, tanto mica lo vivo come un problema.
Che poi, diciamoci la verità, durerà tipo una settimana, il tempo che il primo tedesco dirà al primo incontro "Italiener? Mafia und Berlusconi ahahahaha", che lo mando subito affanculo inimicandomi tutto il nuovo reparto e facendomi venire la voglia di andare altrove.
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focacciato · 9 months
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Io comunque non riesco nemmeno a descrivere il benessere con cui sto affrontando questo nuovo piano alimentare e la tranquillità con la quale vado a visita sapendo che davanti a me c'è qualcuno che non parla di kg da perdere, di ciccia, di limitazioni. Non ha mai parlato di sacrificio, di obblighi. Ha sempre definito questo percorso un gioco. Un gioco in cui imparo a conoscere il mio corpo, a mangiare sano e a concedermi senza sensi di colpa quello sfizio che magari desideravo da giorni. Mi sento capito e coccolato da una persona che ama il proprio lavoro e che ha davvero a cuore i propri pazienti.
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a-pathica · 4 days
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la ragazza che assiste senza qualifiche di base il signor Natale mi ha fatto una sparata che, qualche anno fa, le avrei tirato una testata in bocca.
lavora, mensilmente è remunerata ma alla richiesta della signora Caterina di assicurarla si è rifiutata.
perché? perché significherebbe perdere visite mediche gratuite, pacco alimentare, sussidi dal comune.
convive e il fidanzato che ha anche acquistato il locale dove lavora e questo le toglie ogni sfizio: bici elettrica, cane di razza. e su questo nulla in contrario.
poi se ne esce: “non tutti abbiamo la fortuna di nascere con case di proprietà”
la mia risposta è stata: “con due buste paghe regolari per quante agevolazioni ci sono sui mutui under36 la casa di proprietà puoi permettertela anche tu”
cala il sipario.
bella l’italia, dove il più pulito alla rogna; dove chi è nel torto cerca di far sentire in colpa te che sei nel giusto, dove la gara è a come fottere la gente per non essere fottuto, dove si ragiona per “io” e non per “noi” come se non fossimo un paese ma tante singole unità.
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