#andiaberto

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      “  SCUSAMI. ”   he just got here ,  he’s not about to be slandered like this.

[wasdiamond-a]

i may be a clown but at least i don’t look like a fucking pear. @andiaberto​

[devilofthecresentisle]

It had been probably half a century since Martha had made a trip to Italy.....and she’d never been to this particular city before that she could recall. It was nice...a little odd but nice. 

She pushed her mane of black and white curls away from her face as she walked down to the beach, resting her hands on the back of her neck.

Martha was kind of off in her own little world until she spotted the young boy, who she vaguely recognized from seeing bickering with an older local boy earlier in the day. She hadn’t stuck around so she wasn’t sure what it was about but whoever the older one was looked like some of the men she used to know, and who she couldn’t stand.

“Hey kid, saw you and some pompous looking kid in town bickering earlier. Is he always that awful? Or did I just arrive on a bad day?” She called out to him as she approached. @andiaberto​

[sunshells]

@andiaberto​ said:  “I’m  letting  you  pat  my  head  for  your  benefit,  not  mine.”

            𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  &  𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐘  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .

    “    Yeah, yeah -- get over here with your grumpiness. ”    Alberto wasn’t entirely wrong though, Gabriele enjoyed the feeling of the other’s hair brushing through his fingers!     They were just so soft!    Not to mention he loved the shape,    it seems like Alberto attempted to style a pompadour on himself  ..   but he honestly just looked like a funny looking eggplant.

    He let out an amused chuckle before wrapping his arm around the smaller boy’s shoulder and immediately started ruffling his hair!

[soleiltm]

i am changing the locks as we speak, i will be pushing you into the pool again. that is a threat.

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@andiaberto​ gets a lil ercole bc fuck tumblr

          the  little  boy  wasn’t  dressed  for  the  beach.    yes  ,    he  wore  shorts  ,    but  his  fancy  shoes  and  turtleneck  were  signifiers  that  he  wasn’t  supposed  to  BE  HERE  right  now.    he  didn’t  even  look  like  he  knew  where  he  was.    ercole  knew  this  was  portorosso  ,    but  it  looked  different  ,    and  he  couldn’t  find  his  grandma  !    he  wanted  to  cry  ――  but  he  didn’t  want  to  get  in  trouble  for  it.      big    boys    don’t    cry.

                  ercole  dragged  himself  through  the  blazing  sand  ,    approaching  the  on  -  duty  life  guard  with  little  caution  and  tugged  at  whatever  he  could  reach  to  get  attention.    once  the  tall  stranger  looked  down  at  him  ,    he  immedietly  shrunk  into  the  pink  sweater  he  held  in  his  hands      (    his  only  comfort  ―  the  only  thing  that  made  him  feel  not  so  lost.    )          ❝    uhmm    .    .    can  you  help  me  ?    ❞

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" i don't think YOU have room to talk about TASTE, queer. "

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@andiaberto​ said  :   "   soooo...   how   did   your   'date'   go?   was   HE   nice?   blonde?   kinda   rounded?   curly   hair?   you   can   tell   me!   I'm   just   dying   to   know,   erc!   "

         ❝      oh   ,         SHUT      UP      about   it   !      ❞         despite   the   BLUSH   he   would   refuse   to   acknowledge   PAINTING   his   cheeks   ,      arms   FLAIL   in   the   air   ,      EXASPERATED.         ❝      SHE   was   very   nice.      THAT’S   ALL   i'm   telling   you   !      nosy   brat.      ❞         a      ‘   tch   ’      as   he   turns   away.