“Is That So?”

Kinda low-key obsessed with the lewk

ahh!! this duo in visible brad ep >>>

I love you.

I love you too.

Dick Grayson? You mean Eldest Daughter Syndrome Incarnate?

Quokkabbit were so cute I couldn't help it

OK I'm half way through TBOSAS and since I knew about the the basic plot points beforehand. I can't stop thinking, do you think current or even middle-aged Snow ever thinks about Lucy? Or Sejanus? The first people he truly committed evil deeds too? I'm not even suggesting in a fond way and not through even Katniss and Peeta mirroring Lucy and Sejanus. Like in his lifetime, I've been dwelling on this for too long.

My contribution for ElippoWeek Day 4, Canon Compliant. It was supposed to be for Day 2, Photography or Art, but then I’ve got an idea for a fic for that day, so I decided it can be as well for today.

I’m not good with graphics, but I had this idea in my head and I decided it’d be cool and I think it came out pretty good, so I decided to post it. After all, the more content we have the better! Moreover, I’ve spend a lot of time doing it and I really wanted to share it.

+ bonus

🤣

“You’d probably be still chasing Jens like a horny lapdog”

i c o n i c

Currently crying

dinsdag 7:27

Yes officer it's them, these are the idiots who stole my heart

I was wondering if you were gonna still post the continuation of that Elippo fic ? No pressure / not trying to rush , just wanna make sure I don’t miss it if you’re still planning on posting it

I know! We had some minor delays on account of studying and life, but here go with the continuation of THIS ELIPPO FIC.

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Filippo feels…

Well Filippo doesn’t really know if he’s felt much of anything recently. 

The first week– when Elia left him alone in his apartment with a half-eaten, meticulously chosen meal and a half-empty bottle of wine– is kind of a blur. 

He and Elia had been apart for longer than a week when they were whatever. Granted, not much recently, but one week wasn’t such a stress. But then the next week hit and Filippo just felt weird. Like he’d see something in the park or hear a funny joke and his thumb would immediately flit to Elia’s contact icon to…

To what? Tell him? Let him know that he was thinking about him? To want to share bits of his day with him?

Whatever it was, he couldn’t do that anymore. Which was… whatever. It was fine– it was–it was Elia’s choice because he wanted more than Filippo was willing to give.

It was fine. 

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