#Giorgio V

[personal-reporter]

I WINDSOR. Da Giorgio V a Carlo III

I WINDSOR. Da Giorgio V a Carlo III

Che futuro attende i Windsor dopo la più longeva monarca del Regno Unito, la più grande del Novecento? Quali sono le nuove sfide a cui oggi è chiamata la Royal Family, tra passaggi generazionali e Brexit, postpandemia e guerra in Ucraina? (more…)

[timmurleyart]

Dressed in technology. 🤖🤖🟦🟥⬛️🟩🟨🎵

[daegorth]

Awww😍 Messi and Chiellini holding hands...

Chiellini is still so fucking nice. Old man balling in LA.

Nvm lmao Giorgio just fouled him🤣🤣🤣🤣

[jankwritten]

Creechurs…..

[knittinganddrinkingtea]

Giorgio Armani Spring 2020

Model: Valeriia V

[katesqecko]

❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜ (giorgio/val)

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Giorgio Ricci was not a patient man. When he wanted something, he got it without hesitation. Even when it came to the two of them, he tended to get his way as long as she got hers as well. They worked well together that way.

Hearing the slight whine to his words could have caused her to laugh at any other moment, but she knew it wasn’t any better for her right now. They both wanted so many things in this moment and it seemed they had to wait.

“My love,” she began, speaking softly as hands reached up to rest them on his chest as she met his gaze. “Your mother and my mother are both down the hall.” Her head shook, knowing exactly the things he wanted and how they matched what she wanted.

The holidays brought everyone together, including her mother who lived on the other side of the country and his mother who lived in another country. It was good to finally have them both meet before their wedding and it was great to have everyone over, but that did mean less time for the two of them.

“I will give you one thing.” The silk robe she had been wearing was slipped from her shoulders. It fell to the floor, revealing that she had been wearing nothing underneath and she heard the groan from him. “The rest can wait until they go to spend the day with Carla, Kane and Silver. Think you can wait that long, baby?”

[katesqeckoa]

📞 (giorgio/val)

send me 📞 and a ship and i’ll tell you…

your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone - [x]

your muse’s name in mine’s phone - hubby 💞

your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone - 'love me like you do' by ellie goulding

how often our muses text - plenty throughout the day whenever either gets a break from work, though that doesn't happen often

what our muses normally text about - currently, it's a lot of wedding planning through texts. val thinks of something and sends him a quick text during a break during work as a reminder for them to talk about it later

our muses’ last few texts -

[ text - hubby 💞 ] i know we've got a lot to plan for the wedding, but we need to talk about the holidays this year as well. [ text - hubby 💞 ] we'll have your mom and my mom coming to visit, obviously, but how many others are coming for dinners? [ text - hubby 💞 ] i can currently think of at least nine others and i know i'm forgetting people, so we should talk about that tonight.

[rei-the-head-shaker]

Good morning to you all, amazing souls! 🌞🖤

[dj-deaf]

Cycle V - Blood From a Stone (Metropolis OST 1984) FHD 24bit/48kHz PCM 2  DTS-HD MA 6

[vulnerasti-cor-meum]

one day I’m going to wear prada. just see if I don’t

[mensfactory]

1953 Siata 208S Spider

Siata is an acronym for Società Italiana Auto Trasformazione Accessori, the Turin-based firm founded in 1926 by Giorgio Ambrosini, and which ceased production in 1970. 

Much like Abarth, Siata developed its business by manufacturing performance parts for Fiat, gaining greater exposure after World War II as motorsport came back to the fore in Europe and the Americas. As 750 cc-powered race cars grew in displacement, Siata-modified vehicles gained prominence and the attention of stateside racers like Briggs Cunningham and Ernie McAfee. The latter was a Los Angeles–based importer who drove one of the first Siata-enhanced examples in the 1953 Carrera Panamericana race.

Fiat, meanwhile, had developed a 2.0-liter V-8 engine for its luxury sports car, the Otto Vu. While only 49 examples of that model were constructed, there remained additional Fiat V-8 engines that were acquired by Siata to power its new 208S Spider, unveiled in 1952. Only 33 examples were bodied by Carrozzeria Rocca Motta, of Turin, from 1953 to 1955. The car was not only powerful for its day, but supremely beautiful.

Designed by Giovanni Michelotti, these perfectly proportioned roadsters defined the iconic look of the era’s rugged sports cars. Equally stunning was the 208 CS, a coupe version of which only 18 were made, 11 bodied by Balbo and seven by Stabilimenti Farina. Topped with twin Weber carburetors and tuned by Siata, Fiat’s 2.0-liter OHV alloy V-8 engine develops more than 125 hp at 6,000 rpm, which is good enough to give the car a top speed of nearly 125 mph.

[aheathen-conceivably]

🎶'Cause he held in his arms, and he taught me to be strong 🎶

Although Zelda and Giorgio’s efforts on the farm were growing less dire, there were still days when some of them had to go without meals. Rather than leave Violette there with empty cupboards and exhausted adults on days when she wasn’t at the schoolhouse, Antoine would bring her to Abraham’s ranch with him. 

It comforted him having her so near, seeing her run unencumbered on the sand without any of the worries that plagued his or Zelda’s mind. She seemed happy and comfortable there, but sometimes it terrified him that she was growing older and there was nothing he could do to stop it. It seemed like only months ago that she’d been born, not over seven years before. Soon enough she’d be a young woman, and the thought alone was enough to make him panic. He wanted nothing more than to freeze time at exactly this moment, before anything could hurt her or take her away.

He was happy that she had William, who was such a kind and soft spoken boy that was always happy to play whatever games Violette suggested.  But even his presence reminded Antoine that one day there would be a boy he couldn’t protect his baby girl from, one who would break her heart and make her cry, just the way he had done when he was young. 

He only hoped that he would be there when it happened, to help her pick up the pieces and stay as strong as he knew she was now. Every day he could see his mother and sister not only in the color of her eyes, but in her temperament too. She was strong willed and stubborn, but she allowed herself moments of such fancy and wonder, that he couldn’t help but see Zelda in her too. Each and every one of them triggered a fire in his soul, a pure rush to safeguard them against the rest of the world, that all of them combined in his only child was enough to make his heart burst.

He told himself at least he had her there with him now, that if he could focus on exactly the girl she was now and give her everything she could possibly want, he would show her the type of man and life she deserved; because above anything, he knew that she deserved the world.

He wanted to give her the best sides of himself, the moments in his day that made him feel happiest and uplifted him from the drudgery of the world. So of course, he took her to meet Silver. He had been worried that the horse would respond to Violette the way she did with everyone else, but she seemed to immediately sense that the child was Antoine’s, and thus an extension of the trust she already had for him. With amazing softness, she lowered her head toward Violette, and the child’s usual harsh bravado softened in turn, transforming into a gentle, hushed amazement as she looked into the horse’s eyes. “Poppa, I love her!”

He could feel the pride welling in his chest, threatening to burst into tears, when she looked back at him with excited eyes, “Can we take her home, Poppa? Please? Please!”

“I’m afraid she lives here, Princess. But I’ll get you your very own pony one day. I promise.” Her face transformed even more, brightening with excitement as she continued to pet Silver. The horse seemed so content, that Violette brought her face against her nose. Antoine panicked, bringing his hand forward to stop her, but the horse stayed calm, looking back at Antoine as though to tell him to calm down for once.

With her face still close to Silver’s Violette turned her eyes up at her father, “Can we at least ride her then? Pretty please?”

Antoine had asked himself that very question every day since Abraham had offered. But he didn’t want to tell his baby girl he was afraid, or that the stories of the men she had kicked into the sand were more gruesome than any Western he had ever read. So instead he simply said, “Maybe one day….”

Even a child could hear the wistfulness in his voice, but then Abraham’s curses from outside punctuated the moment. Antoine knew that meant one of the horses was refusing his commands, so he gently moved Violette’s hand away from the horse and opened the stall gate. “You go and play with Will now, alright? We’ll visit her again tomorrow.”

She looked up at him with her big olive eyes, trying to stop him as his boots headed for the door of the barn. She needn’t say a word to besiege him to stay; but he mustered even more strength than needed against the most stubborn of horses to drop down on one knee and kiss her goodbye, promising that he would come and find her at the end of the day just as he always did.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Cizeta Moroder V16T Prototype, 1988. First presented at the Los Angeles Auto show, the product of a joint venture between some ex-Lamborghini employees, composer Giorgio Moroder (pictured with the car) and Marcello Gandini. The engine is based on the Lamborghini Urraco's 90° DOHC flat-plane V8 and comprised 2 banks of cylinders arranged in a V configuration with 2 cylinder heads per bank. The resulting engine has 64 valves, 8 overhead camshafts and produced 540hp. Production in Italy started in 1991 and moved to California in 1995 but in total only 13 cars were made

[bbbirdart]

Giovanni di Giorgio da Epsilon is a Masked Fool that took part of the Aetherium Wars Tournament. /(^v^)/ Hah~Giovanni is such an amazing and eye-catching NPC even after the event he remains still in my mind and heart!!! NPCs need love too<3 🪙🎭🐷

[p-redux]

I've got a wicked hangover, but here I am hahaha...because now we have CONFIRMATION that it WAS Alice Panikian who was with Sam Heughan at yesterday's Giorgio Armani Tennis Classic in London! Check it out. 👇

So, yesterday, I posted this. 👇

Well, today, I woke up to DMs from the Team CONFIRMING it was Bulgarian/Canadian journalist, TV host, model, and beauty pageant titleholder, Alice Panikian, who was Sam's date. 👇 Here is what they each wore, and here's a screenshot of them leaving the tennis match together. Matchy matchy. 🤗

Thank God Alice wore yellow, hahaha, it made her very easy to spot.

I also got this DM 👇(posted with permission) letting me know you can see Sam and Alice in the livestream video.

Here's the link to the video from the Giorgio Armani Tennis Classic YouTube account. 👇

Here are screenshots I took from the video. They're blurry, but again, thank God she wore yellow.

Sam sitting down at their seats, he had already taken his black jacket off. 👇

He puts on his sunglasses. 👇

Alice arrives. Hi, yellow outfit 👋 💛 👇

Sam lifts his arm up high and puts it around her shoulders. You can see it clearly in the video. 👇

Sam leans in close to say something to Alice. 👇

Alice rests her head on his shoulder. ❤️👇

So, there you have it, folks. He recently followed her on Instagram and she's liked a few of his recent posts, so this is definitely a new romance. Seems like Sam is broadening his horizons and going the brunette route. I can no longer say his type is young, petite, sporty blondes. Alice is definitely a brunette, very tall at 6'1 and age appropriately 39 years old, hahaha.

As we've seen lately, Sam has been dating around, I'm assuming he's still meeting women on the exclusive celeb dating app, Raya. He's living his best life and I'm here for it!

I won't do my usual couple name coining yet...let's see if we see them together again. Then it may be what? Not Samalice since that has the word "malice" in it. Eek. How about Samikian? Or Samali? Or Alisam? I'll wait a bit...Happy Sunday, peeps!

[ceoofdabicorpsensfw]

Age is just a dumb number..isn’t it?

|DBF Miguel x reader

*MINORS DNI*

[inspo by a song..Dangerous hands by Austin Giorgio]

|dbf!Miguel P in V unprotected, sneaking behind your dad’s back, age gap!|

Ever since your dad introduced you to his best friend since high-school, Miguel O’Hara..you’ve dug yourself into a deep hole, where you’ve been sneaking around with him, even if your dad’s in the next room..

“Qué estás haciendo aquí..”

Miguel spoke softly, his shirt has been discarded once he got home..before he found you climbing in his window.

“To see you…dad was asleep when I left, don’t worry Miguel I’ll be home before then.” You chuckled before propping yourself on the windowsill, the short shorts you’ve bought to show Miguel.

“Hijo de un…fine come in.” He spoke gruffly as he rubbed his chin, he stepped back to let you in, your hips shifted over the window so easily, he sat down on his bed and watched you, taking off your shoes as you made your way over to him, hips meeting his as he wrapped his strong muscular arms around your small frame.

“Mi Vida..we can’t keep doing this..” he mumbled softly; kissing you gently before rubbing small circles on your hips, humming softly before you sighed softly and nodded.

“I know..but…he’ll kill me..and you Miggy…” you whispered as the slim of your arms wrapped around his neck, before breathing in his scent, you never got tired of it. Your hips shifted slightly, gently brushing over the tip of his cock, he let out a soft growl before pulling you closer.

“Mmm..Princesa, me haces quererte tan jodidamente mal..” huffing out before grinding your hips against him, pulling a soft moan out of you.

Next thing you knew you found yourself against his bed.

Back arching..

Legs shaking..

Begging for release…

You were at his mercy.

Miguel thrusted into your pretty little pussy wildly, grunting and moaning on top of you like a wild animal. He leaned down and kissed you quickly, his hips snapping against yours, letting you a loud high pitched moan, the bed squeaking underneath you.

“Estoy tan cerca.. tan jodidamente creca babé..” he moaned against your lips, you nodded rapidly as you arched the dip of your back, writhing under him as you let out a sharp moan, trying to gasp for air. “M-Miguel..fuck!” You moaned out, nails digging into his flesh, he groaned softly and thrusted harder and faster.

You rolled your eyes to the back of your pretty little head, mouth open and breathing ragged, almost lost in the pleasure. He insisted on putting pressure against your puffy clit, tears started to streak the mascara you had on. “Miguel! I-I-“ was your last words before freezing, squelching sounds along with breathy groans were heard, once you came down for your orgasm, he didn’t stop.

But his thrusts began softer as his hips started to stutter. “Querida, te voy a bombear tan llena de mis hijos..” he growled agains the crook of your neck, he then slowed down letting out a light gasp as he shot his cum into you, you squeezed around him, milking every last drop.

Once both of you were spent he gently rubbed your sore hips and drove you back home, telling your father you had a friend that abandoned you at a party.

Not knowing his best friend fucked the ever loving life out of his daughter..