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On another note: I need a reaction gif of Andrea Pazzi in s1 ep6. That look he has during Cosimo’s speech is just the perfect summary of today. Or like every day once you started working in healthcare. 

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A quick apology for the few days of silence, but I might not be able to write until the weekend. Work has been exhausting and on top of that I got not so great health-news in my immediate family, so my mind is all over the place. I am still lurking a lot in case someone wants to plot or just chat in general.

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@virtuouslongings

         “Madonna de’Medici”, a knot in her stomach, a nervous smile on her lips as Novella approaches the other woman. They have met only twice before, at Bianca’s wedding and on Novella’s own joyous day, and both times Clarice has been nothing but sweet. Yet the Venetian cannot help but worry. Florence is so different than her own home, the streets and people so unfamiliar. Though her heart is filled with that strange feeling of longing for the past and a place far away, her future shines brighter than ever before. “If I could steal a minute of your time?”, and Novella still needs to thank a certain woman for as much. 

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MEDICI: THE MAGNIFICENT // A Better Path AU

After Francesco’s wife announces that she is with a child, de Pazzi rethinks the biased attitude of his uncle to Novella and severs all relations with former benefactor and caregiver. Francesco and Novella head to Venice and find a shelter at the Foscari’s. The couple lives in harmony, bringing up their sons Vieri and Firenze and daughters Viola, Fiorenza and Florentia.

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I will forever be angry about the fact I did not get to see Ella and Francesco become parents. 

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                          I should be writing my about page or making more icons, but hey ho let’s do some things while I am watching season 1 of Medici? Give this post a ♥ for me to jump into your IM for plotting purposes. 

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( Simonetta ):

                     Fingers remain tangled in the fabrics of her skirt, quick to lift the hem from the floor before she hurries inside. Truly, wearing these many layers in the midst of summer was dreadful– but one always had to remain presentable.   ❝ My apologies for dropping in unannounced like this, madonna, but I had hoped to find you here. I bring a letter from my husband– for yours. ❞

                     “A letter?”, confusion and curiosity chase each other, but Novella is quick to send them both away again. Surely Francesco would dislike if she showed too much interest in such manners. And she wishes to please, not only her husband but the people of Florence. “There is no reason for your apologies though, I am longing for company. Will you stay here for a refreshment?” A small twitch of her hand and a servant in waiting falls into motion.

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@venusdefirenze

                          “Signora Vespucci”, a warm smile spreads over Novella’s lips, one arm stretches out to usher the other inside. It is too warm and too dusty to stay on the streets of Florence. Oh, how she misses the waters of home on such occasions. “It is indeed a pleasant surprise to see you today. Please, come inside”

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LINKIN PARK MEME.  Rest in peace, Chester Bennington. Your talent and wonderful personality gave so many people so much hope during their darkest of times, and you will be forever missed.

PAPERCUT.

Why does it feel like night today?

Why am I so uptight today?

Paranoia is all I got left.

I know what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head.

It’s like I’m paranoid lookin’ over my back.

It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head.

It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within.

Your paranoia’s probably worse.

I don’t know what set me off first.

ONE STEP CLOSER.

I cannot take this anymore.

I find bliss in ignorance.

I’m about to break.

I need a little room to breathe.

I’m one step closer to the edge.

I wish I could find a way to disappear.

Shut up when I’m talking to you.

POINTS OF AUTHORITY.

Forfeit the game.

You can’t run the race.

You just won’t last.

You love the way I look at you.

My pride is broken.

You like to think you’re never wrong.

You live with what you’ve learned.

You have to act like you’re someone.

You want someone to hurt like you.

CRAWLING.

These wounds they will not heal.

There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface.

This lack of self-control I fear is never-ending.

My walls are closing in.

I’ve felt this way before.

IN THE END.

It doesn’t even matter how hard you try.

Time is a valuable thing.

I wasted it all just to watch you go.

I kept everything inside.

Even though I tried, it all fell apart.

I tried so hard and got so far.

In the end? It doesn’t even matter.

I had to fall to lose it all.

You’re acting like I was part of your property.

You fought with me.

Things aren’t the way they were before.

You wouldn’t even recognise me anymore.

I’ve put my trust in you.

MY DECEMBER.

I just wish I didn’t feel.

I take back all the things I said.

I’d give it all away just to have somewhere to go.

I’d give it all away just to have someone to come home to.

This is all I need.

BREAKING THE HABIT.

Memories consume like an opening wound.

You all assume I’m safe here.

I don’t want to be the one.

I’m the one confused.

I don’t know what’s worth fighting for.

I don’t know why I instigate and say what I don’t mean.

I don’t know how I got this way.

I know it’s not alright.

I had no options left.

I’m the one at fault.

I’ll never fight again.

This is how it ends.

NUMB.

I’m tired of being what you want me to be.

I don’t know what you’re expecting of me.

I’m under the pressure of walking in your shoes.

Every step that I take is another mistake to you.

I’ve become so numb.

I can’t feel you there.

All I want is to be more like me and be less like you.

Can’t you see that you’re smothering me?

Everything that you thought I would be has fallen apart right in front of you.

I may end up failing.

You were just like me with someone disappointed in you.

LEAVE OUT ALL THE REST.

I dreamed I was missing.

You were so scared.

No one would listen because no one else cared.

What am I leaving when I’m done here?

Forget the wrong that I’ve done.

Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed.

Don’t resent me.

Keep me in your memory.

Don’t be afraid.

I’ve taken my beating.

I’m strong on the surface.

I’ve never been perfect.

I’ve never been perfect, but neither have you.

Save me from myself.

SHADOW OF THE DAY.

Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple.

Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.

The sun will set for you.

Your friends all plead for you to stay.

Sometimes beginnings aren’t so simple.

WHAT I’VE DONE.

There’s no need.

I’ve drawn regret from the truth.

Let mercy come and wash away what I’ve done.

Let go of what I’ve done.

I’m forgiving what I’ve done.

FAINT.

I said goodbye.

All I could think was I need a way to dig through the damage.

I see you takin’ advantage.

I found another reason to do this.

I wanna find a way to rattle you.

I’m not done.

There’s nothing left.

Darkness turned to light.

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                          I should be writing my about page or making more icons, but hey ho let’s do some things while I am watching season 1 of Medici? Give this post a ♥ for me to jump into your IM for plotting purposes. 

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No greater grief than to remember days Of joy, when misery is at hand. 

— DANTE ALIGHIERI, THE DIVINE COMEDY

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Gerry held onto the fabric until the girl took it from his hands. It was such a mundane task and yet, he did not mind it. These were real people. People with lives, making a living. He respected them. “Ah? Rebellious?” he laughed lightly. “I believe our mothers would share similar opinions then, maybe they’d be friends,” he joked, lingering back slightly. He didn’t want to overstep. “Yes, yes. That reckless feeling. I do like the rush of pissing my mother off.” He gave her an almost childish grin. “Nothing, Miss. It was my pleasure to help.”

Elya smiled, not many women were able to call her mother a friend. After her sister went missing... Things had changed within her family and there was not much time her mother dared to spend with others. “I doubt my mother is able to let anyone close enough for a true friendship to bloom” A sentiment all the woman of this family seemed to share. Her smile faded into something sadder before Elya quickly shook her head. 

“Then you are truly a lot kinder than I first thought”, she admitted, “It does not happen often that people are willing to sacrifice precious time for naught. Especially now that winter is upon us.”

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Despite her anger and her heart racing, the girl bowed her head. Respect. Be polite. It was how she had been raised. Be a lady. Be elegant. Be poised. Become a man’s wife. She sighed to herself, though she covered her thoughts with a smile as she looked back up. “You are too kind. I believe someone is calling me though,” she said, saying what he wanted to hear before politely excusing herself from the lord. She moved, leaning against a wall across the ball room. 

Oh, this was terrible. All she had been asked was to deliver a note, a message from the old woman that lifted in their neighbourhood to the castle’s cook. And now Elya had lost her way in these endless winding hallways and staircases of Camelot. She was sure any moment would see her discovered and dragged into the dungeon by some guard or knight. Surely she was far from any place open to people like her. And as if matters weren’t bad enough she stumbled right into a feast! “Excuse me”, Elya kept her voice low as she approached a woman leaning to the wall nearby to the door through which she had just entered, “I do not intend to be rude or... overstepping, my lady, but I might be in need of some help”