#Prest

[alcoholicwitharatproblem]

Priest addressing a circle of other priests: So femboys amiright

[theseekeroftruth]

The words of Love

[ab-eb-shruti]

[idontknowwfc]

My gays I’m gonna need football to come back soon cause in its absence I’ve become obsessed with a will-they/won’t-they, up and down, possible doomed wlw situationship on the Italian version of big brother. They are so soft but yet are always talking about it being only physical attraction and being friends. And is seemingly unable to probably communicate but then act like the most affectionate gays.

I can’t figure out what is gonna happen next. It’s a reality show so I don’t trust it. It’s probably gonna end badly because they have their issues

Gonna end up a beautiful friendship or something more?

I speak zero words of Italian btw.

Whenever there’s a clip of anyone speaking they could be discussing murder or a cooking recipe I’d never know.

Send help please… and a translator😂

[ghostpajamas]

transient

[mapileonsworld]

i know this isn’t woso related but look at these two

(idk any Italian but their love is perfect)

[forsapphics]

❤️

[geniousbh]

enzo puto canalha vogrincic

[goodobservationshirley]

Friends Don't Look At Friends That Way (@iibelonghere back at it again with the best sad edits)

[poder--popular]

in a Niche Brazilian Communist Moment, i really recommend watching luis carlos prestes' interviews on youtube from the 80s. wish i could add subtitles to most of them in english. really cool seeing a lifelong latin american, brazilian socialist revolutionary tell all his experiences

[ju-berry]

Suffering listening to Laura Pausini, how I got involved in an Italian reality show

[theseekeroftruth]

The forest around them fell silent, absorbing the sounds of their voices, as if the sky and earth were holding their breath, listening to what was about to happen. Claire stood before Jamie, feeling the cold seep into her fingers, but he, as always, was the first to embrace her hands with his, wrapping her in his warm palms as if to block the fear and despair that had taken hold of her heart. He looked at her as though he was trying to memorize every line, every feature of her face, to carry her image with him into eternity.

"Ye must go, Sassenach," he said softly, his voice holding such strength that the mountains themselves might tremble. "Feumaidh tu falbh, a’ bhana-choigreach. You must return to yer own time. Here, there's naught left for ye but darkness and war."

Claire looked at him, struggling with despair, with the force that seemed to draw her back to the stones. She did not want to leave him; she could not bear the thought of abandoning him to face a battle that would erase his presence from this world.

"I can't leave you, Jamie," she whispered, her voice shaking. "You are my life, my love, my light. I want to stay with you, even if it means the end."

He touched her cheek, running his warm hand over her face as if trying to wipe away her tears and at the same time remember the feel of her skin. Sadness flashed in his eyes, deep as the very ocean that would separate them. But Jamie would not allow himself to show weakness, understanding that his strength was her only anchor now.

"Ye must live for both of us, Claire," he said, his voice quiet but as firm as granite. "Fiù ged a tha sin a’ ciallachadh gum feum thu falbh. I need to ken that ye’ll be safe, that ye’ll live, breathe, despite all that lies ahead for me here. Air ar son fhèin, airson ar pàiste."

Her soul resisted. She tried to hold back, but tears rolled down her cheeks anyway. Claire reached for him as if lost in a desert, yearning for the last drop of water. But he continued to warm her hands, his fingers like an anchor, holding her in the moment, keeping her steady.

"I'll wait for you," she whispered, almost soundlessly, like a prayer sent to him and to fate. "In every moment, in every life. We will meet again. Come back to me, soldier."

Jamie released her hands but then embraced her shoulders one last time, pulling her close, as though his embrace could tear through the very fabric of time and space, saving them both from the inevitable. Then, slowly, carefully, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a final kiss, full of despair, love, and forgiveness that would not die, even in the face of death.

"I will find ye, Sassenach," he said, letting her go, his voice steady and strong as the mountains surrounding them. "Ann an saoghal sam bith, ann an àm sam bith. Bidh mi gad shireadh gus an ruig mi ort a-rithist. Gus am faigh sinn a chèile."

[hmmmm2476]

Have these two invaded anyone else’s timeline on Twitter?

[idontknowwfc]

Well it’s been a journey… but I think it may be over now

[elaadaniq]

Forza Zeudi ❤️‍🩹