Bridge of Sighs

romantic mythology

the bridge of sighs - ponte dei sospiri

. . it appears that this bridge does not deserve its grim reputation: which is mostly the brainchild of the poet byron, whose imagination ran away with him.
Venice took little part in the reactionary zeal of the counter-reformation, which earned her the constant displeasure of the vatican

source: flaneurissimo


Deadpool x Reader

Warnings: It’s fucking Deadpool. 

Summary: Your girl Nega hooks you up with Wade Wilson. 

Originally posted by my-daily-space

The bar was dingy as fuck.

Fuck it was downright biowaste, but it was the place your date picked. And now you were questioning the whole damn thing.

Cursing Nega under your breath for setting you up with her ‘friend’, you hustled into the bar and looked down at your phone. Quickly you texted the number of Wade Wilson, the man you had been talking to on and off for the last week and a half.

“I’m here.”

A second later, your cell buzzed. “Holy shit you’re way hotter in person. Fuck me.”

Another buzz. “Full disclosure, I have a boner.”

Another buzz. “Also my penis is big.”

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