or se

calling Shiro space dad is Coran erasure so jot that down 

Chissà come ci si sente ad essere talmente belle da attirare lo sguardo dei passanti, il sabato mattina, con i capelli legati e senza trucco.
Chissà come ci si sente ad essere pieni di amici, di quelli veri però, quelli alla quale dici “sto male” e che si presentano a casa tua un quarto d'ora dopo.
Chissà come ci si sente ad essere sempre la prima scelta, mai messi in disparte, mai inutili.
Chissà come ci si sente ad avere fiducia in sé stessi.
Chissà come ci si sente ad essere amati, ma amati sul serio, di quegli amori che vengono scritti sui muri o tra le pagine di un libro. Quegli amori che ti mettono a soqquadro lo stomaco, e che non ti fanno battere solo il cuore, ma tutta la gabbia toracica.
Già, chissà.


—  TheGirlOfMilkshake

The Dead Romans Society presents…

“Or se’ tu quel Virgilio…”

Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between…I am happy to announce I have finally started a project I had delayed for too long: the reboot of my first long comic. It has a title, “Or se’ tu quel Virgilio…” (Dante, Inferno, 1.79, “Are you now that Vergil…), it has a renewed script, it will be completely redrawn. I will be publishing its pages more or less regularly like I did the first time. In the meantime, I will nonetheless post short comic strips as usual and I will work on the “Remedia amoris” script (my next long comic, a story about Catullus, Ovid, broken hearts to mend, and way too many elegy references). Thanks for reading!

Study Session - Steve Randle Imagine

A/N: This is prompt #3 from this prompt list! Hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 207

Warnings: Innuendo mention, sex implications

Pairing: Steve Randle x Reader

“Alright, Y/N, for every question you get wrong, you’ll take off an article of clothing and give it to me,” Steve smirks and picks up a list of English words.

“Okay…” I bite my lip, “What happens if all my clothes come off?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you? Now, what does ensconced mean?”

“Settled in comfortably!”

“It’s technically just ‘settled in’, but you can keep your clothes this time. How about opiate?”

My mind suddenly goes blank and I struggle to remember the definition. “Is… Is it 'skipping about’?”

With a chuckle, Steve shakes his head. “Hand over your shirt, baby.” He holds out his hand and smirks when I pull off my shirt and hand it to him.

“Next word? And my eyes are up here,” I giggle.

“Alright, alright. Vivacious.”


“I really wish you weren’t so smart,” Steve chuckles.

“Maybe we can take a study break,” I wink. “Really get our juices flowing.”

Setting down the list of vocabulary, Steve licks his lips. “I think that’s a good idea. We want to stay active so that our study session is better.”

“Exactly.” I push aside my notes and kiss Steve, finally enjoying studying.