#int. marco

[shilohsharma]

"You're a saint," Shiloh concludes sincerely as the water landed in front of her, taking it in hand and chugging nearly half the contents as if she'd just crawled across the desert.

"It is so. I've never been a good flirter. I get too analytical -- a girl once told me she felt like she was speaking to a junior high guidance counselor -- which never strikes anyone as particularly sexy."

She takes another long drink and gasps.

"Oh -- I didn't think anyone could me more out of the loop than me on slang. Rizz means 'charisma' apparently. Like, people of our generation would call it swag but they definitely don't say 'swag' anymore."

@marcogalvarez

"Coming right up," Marco said with a chuckle as he went ahead and got her a glass of water. Once he did he set it down in front of her, with a soft friendly grin on his face. "Is that so?" he asked folding his arms.

"Rizz?" he questioned upon hearing the word, looking at her with a curious look. "Um, I'm don't think I'm quite that cultured to know what rizz means or if it's in use actually."

[pulchraes]

a closed starter for @lockedgardens for magdalena & marco.

she's sat with her legs crisscrossed and she sighed as she wiped beneath her eyes. when the front door opened and closed, she sat up better and sniffled. her boyfriend appeared in the doorway and she gave him a tearful smile, "...dad called," she murmured. she wiped at her cheeks and straightened up her back a little more before running her fingers through her hair. "i wish he would just cut me off, i swear to god. there's no reason for him to be in my life anymore."

maggie sighed and she ran her hands over her face before holding her arms out for her boyfriend and making grabby hands at him. "i hate him with a passion, i swear to god," she rasped and shook her head. "my mom at least stayed out of my life - he keeps crashing everything to the ground with the sound of his voice. and i heard little kids in the background, too. he was at home with his family."

[moonshynecybin]

bez:

[hollyparkcr]

closed starter for @mcrcosantos location: alvaro's / paradise point resort

Weekly trips to the resort always had Holly feeling out of place. Everyone there looked so prim and proper, with hotel staff dressed in suits while tourists traipsed around the restaurant in cocktail dresses and button-down shirts. Holly, on the other hand, wore a pair of denim overalls, wandering in fresh from the market with a cart full of produce for the restaurant's weekly specials.

"Not sure I'll ever get over how swanky this place is. Or how much these crates weigh. Phew." Wiping a bead of sweat from her freckly cheek, Holly turned to Marco with a satisfied grin. "Now, let's get down to business. Did you really think I was going to walk in here and not bring up the kiss? I can already tell you Mari's pissed."

[rowonlgc]

MARCO POLO › @lgcwenjun

  a list of things rowon currently does not have:

a basket, apparently buying more than three items is not the norm.

cell service, which wouldn’t be a huge problem if not for the next point.

lai wenjun, shopping buddy.

  they’ve been tasked to buy the ’non-produce’ ingredients for dinner – chicken, chili paste, and a few cans of this and that. it’s supposed to be a fun trip to the grocery store, a quick grab and go, but now – “wenjun?” okay. so. maybe maybe maybe it’s on him for suggesting that they split up, but in his humble defense, he didn’t know the layout of the store was going to be this confusing.

  rowon pokes his head above an aisle. “wenjun?” he calls out again, this time a little louder. still nothing. he readjusts the ingredients in his arms ( the store should really invest in baskets ) and continues pacing the small store. “wenjun!”

[marti-garcia]

↦ closed starter  / @marcosxcosta ↦ location: pinewood social

"I need you to know," the woman said between bites of her french fry, "that I set up my Google Home to provide me with an animal of the day notice. So every single day, it tells me about a new animal, complete with animal sounds. I'm pretty sure my entire day was ruined when I learned what anteaters sound like. However, I now know that their tongues are covered in spines, which is equally as terrifying but slightly more fun to drop into random Tinder conversations."

[s1lentlamb]

you can't go out in this weather. / for jean, cadet days!

 a clap of thunder seems to agree with bertholdt's statement , jean can't help glaring at the fogged up window as he returns to their table . it was a mistake to hide in the cafeteria and wait for the rain to stop , because the longer he looked at it the clearer it became that he could call it a rainstorm . another lightning hits the sky , between the angry clouds .

 jean rests his chin above his palm , lets long fingers drum against his cheek near his eye . one leg over the other , an air of uncertainty roams around his head , wondering if he could , in fact , run across the gap between the cafeteria and the camp . but there was a little bit of forest path in between , and the last thing he wanted was the trees , or an unwanted guest . . . could the titans walk inside their camp ? could they tear through the guards ? ❛ . . . man i hate rainy weather . ❜ comes a quiet mumble , shifting upper half slightly to catch a glimpse of the raging thunder outside . the wind was singing loudly through the windows and the door , it was weird that he found bertholdt right where he was supposed to enjoy the solitude — JEAN ISN'T USED TO CROWDED PLACES . not that he didn't like it but he grew up in a household that had three bedrooms and one of them was for the guests , he wasn't keen about sharing his bed nor bedroom with anyone . ❛ guess we gotta give up waiting for it to calm down and sleep here . ❜ another comment , balancing bertholdt's silence . he's a quiet boy , the exact opposite of eren yeager that left a lovely bruise on his jaw the night before this . jean gets up , grabs his own overcoat to drape it over his legs . on the other hand , kirstein himself liked talking , and felt incredibly uncomfortable when all he could hear was the lightning and rain . ❛ . . . you got siblings ? ❜

       ──   you can't. ; accepting

[pulchraes]

a closed starter for @lockedgardens for magdalena & marco.

"you're staring again..." magdalena snorted and she smiled, placing her jaw in her hand. she wrinkled up her nose and took a deep breath. "do i have something on my face?" she loved this man and couldn't believe she didn't have the guts to say so. he had people throwing themselves at him and she needed to swoop him up soon.

[enzoadeluca]

"Woah, are you alright?" Turning to assess the damage, Enzo's smile faded the very second his eyes landed upon the perpetrator. It wasn't that Marco had done anything to him personally, but there was certainly something that just didn't sit right. There were too many memories of high school that Marco had been present for—too many moments where he'd watched from the sidelines as others tore him to shreds.

"No worries. It happens. But yeah, I’m starting to feel like I should’ve stayed home," the man said, his tone guarded but polite enough. Enzo had never been able to shake the feeling that Marco, as much as he might’ve wanted to help, had been powerless, unwilling, or maybe just too caught up in his own thing to really stand up for him when it mattered. It was a quiet resentment he carried around, even if he had never been outright cruel.

"Anyway," Enzo said, his tone shifting as he tried to brush away the awkwardness with a forced smile. "Uh, here's hoping you spill one less beer in the New Year." He gestured, raising his glass with an awkward chuckle. Enzo was desperate for a way to escape the conversation without it feeling like a dismissal. It wasn’t that he was angry, it was just... weird. Too much water had passed under the bridge.

starter for: @enzoadeluca location: in the middle of the ballroom

The Briar Ridge New Year’s Eve bash was in full swing, all shimmering lights and deafening music. Marco was weaving through the crowded ballroom, clutching his half-empty beer and scanning the room for anyone he actually wanted to talk to. It felt incredibly isolating to be in such an awkward space with Cali right now. He truly didn't know what to do with himself at town gatherings like this without her.

He sidestepped a girl balancing a tower of champagne flutes, turned to squeeze past a couple taking up too much space, and—

Wham.

The collision wasn’t catastrophic, but it was enough to slosh the rest of Marco’s beer over his hand and send him stumbling back a step. “¡Carajo!" he swore under his breath, briefly closing his eyes in exasperation before turning to apologize to whoever he had bumped into.

Enzo.

Of all people.

The name landed in Marco’s brain like a stone, heavy with the weight of old memories. He hadn’t seen Enzo in years, not since high school. Back then, Marco had been caught between being friends with Enzo’s stepbrothers—loud, careless, and unfair—and trying, in his clumsy way, to stick up for Enzo. Not that it had done much good.

"Hey man, sorry about that." he offered, wondering if Enzo would believe him when he said, "It's becoming a bit of a mad house in here."

[quinloki]

Marco, Marco, Marco

Based off this

Written off the cuff, so forgive me.

cw: fingering, three Marcos - idk what they're aged int the art, but I assume 19, 25-30?, and 45

You're on the bed, legs open. The eldest Marco is behind you, hands over your chest, holding you and teasing your nipples idly. Gently. It's persistent, but it almost relaxes you more than winds you up. How he does it is a mystery.

Middle Marco is between your knees, with the youngest Marco in front of him. He has his hands over his younger self's hands.

"I'm going to guide your hands, like this, and if you touch her," he places the younger's hands on the inside of your thighs, sliding them slowly up to your hips. "… this way… feel that little shudder? Yeah, and then this," he guides the other's thumbs up, pressing and stroking your labia.

"And then," he guides the younger one's thumbs to spread your lips, and leans down with him, blowing cool air onto your wet shivering folds. The chill and the attention, three sets of eyes on you no less, pulls a muffled, but noticeable moan from you.

"- Oh, we all heard that." The eldest says, his voice warm against your back.

The youngest pouts. "You can be louder than that, you know."

"Certainly," The middle one assures him. "Put your thumb here, yeah, just like that, and move it in circles." The soft gasp tumbles from your lips but he keeps the younger focused. "Take those two fingers and push right in. Don't worry, our pretty bird is dripping."

They help you keep your legs open as the 19 year old version of your long time love's fingers are guided into your pussy. They'll play at "teaching" him for hours if left to it, exploring every inch of you, inside and out, bringing you to the edge a few times before granting you sweet relief.

Who knew how long the devil fruit ability would last? Who expected it to effect Marco this way?

Seas protect you, all you had to do was moan one name, sweat upon your lips, and three eager mouths would devour you.

Need more multi-Marcos? Check out @zoros-sheath's Kinktober that has it =3

[girlactionfigure]

🇮🇱QATAR, IRAN THREATS, SYRIAN REBELS? - Real time from Israel  

SRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

✡️ Shavua tov, wishing all good, safe, peaceful week - success for our soldiers, return of our hostages.

▪️AFTERMATH OF AMSTERDAM POGROM.. all Israelis found.  Foreign Minister Sa’ar visited with PM of Netherlands.  Israeli govt. departments warned Netherlands authorities in advance of warnings and plans on social media - and were ignored.  But continued reports of harassment and threats.  

.. A Maccabi fan to Ch. 14: They were waiting for us, terrorists on every street corner and simply tore apart every Israeli that came their way. We were beaten, humiliated, stabbed, run over. They literally drove on sidewalks in order to run over Jews. Until the Fanatics organization came out to protect the beaten, no one helped us, the police ignored everything that was happening.

.. Foreign Minister Sa’ar: When people shouted in the streets of Amsterdam, Paris and London - "The intifada is global", what did they think it meant? Europe must wake up! 

.. Mayor of Amsterdam: We decided to conduct an independent investigation into the events of the night in Amsterdam.

▪️QATAR.. stops mediating between Israel and Hamas and, according to unverified reports, even expels the leader(s) of Hamas from its territory.

.. Hamas issued a denial through several affiliated media outlets and asserted that claims of Qatar requesting senior Hamas officials to leave the country are false.

.. Qatar neither confirms nor denies.

.. Republican Senator Marco Rubio sent a letter with his colleagues to US Sec State Blinken and US Attorney General Garland, calling for a change in policy towards Qatar and for the freezing of financial assets belonging to senior Hamas leaders, including Khaled Mashal and other officials residing in Qatar.

▪️INT. CRIMINAL COURT.. A formal investigation has been opened against the prosecutor of the Hague Court Karim Khan into allegations of sexual misconduct.  Khan recommend arrest warrants for PM Netanyahu and DM Gallant.

🔹IRAN THREATENS MEDITERRANEAN SEA TRAFFIC? Commander of the Iranian Revolutionary Guards, Hossein Salami: ’98% of Israel's economy depends on the sea. If the ports of the Zionist entity are destroyed and the Mediterranean becomes unsafe, that alone could bring down Israel.’

🔹IRAN TARGETED TRUMP?  ABC News: Three indictments will be filed against suspects accused of conspiring to assassinate President Trump and Iranian-opposition figures. The three have connections to the Iranian regime.

.. Iranian Foreign Ministry: We deny the claims that Iran had any role in the attempted assassination of American officials. This is a repulsive and baseless conspiracy by Zionist elements.

⭕ROCKET HIT from HEZBOLLAH in Kfar Yasif (Israeli Arab town east of Acre).  Significant damage to a home, 2 lightly injured.

⭕DAMAGE TO TRAIN LINE.. due to damage to the railway electricity infrastructure in the Zichron Ya'akov area, changes will be made today to train traffic on the coastal line between Tel Aviv and Haifa.

⭕HEZBOLLAH SHOT DOWN.. Hezbollah in an official announcement: we shot down an Israeli Hermes 450 UAV in the skies over Deir Sarian in southern Lebanon.  After that, an Israeli fighter jet attacked the crash site.

♦️LEBANON - over Shabbat the IDF continued airstrikes across Lebanon, more attacks on Dahieh area, Beirut, Tyre, Sidon, and Baalbek.  Buildings leveled.

♦️JUDEA-SAMARIA - over Shabbat counter-terror ops in Tubas and Kalandia, with a siege of a building in Tubas - major firefight.

♦️ISRAEL HELPS SYRIAN REBELS?  Syrian opposition sources reported Israeli jets attacked Saraqib, on positions in front of Syrian rebels timed with a rebel artillery attack.

[adashoflavendermelancholy]

Pen Pals

If anyone asks, it’s Aces fault. He was the one that told Yamato about superstitions. Ace didn’t mean to put the idea into Yamato’s head. In fact, he hadn’t even known Yamato had never heard about superstitions before. It was just something he said one day on a whim. When Yamato was moving into his new apartment. A mirror broke and Ace jumped a little.

“Ah, man, that sucks. Better do some good deeds soon.” Ace said, smiling at him.

Yamato didn’t know what that meant. Waiting for Ace to explain himself was easy enough. Just stare at him until he did so. Add a little, “What do you mean?”

“You know, Seven years’ bad luck,” Ace said, realizing that Yamato still wasn’t getting it. He didn’t know that the other wouldn’t know this. It was a common superstition on his home island. Explaining it to him, Yamato loved them. He didn’t know that little things would change the outcome of everything.

From that day on, Yamato looked into all kinds of superstitions and kept up with them. Not wanting to make things hard on their loved ones. He even went out of his way to do good deeds to get rid of the seven year bad luck.

There were some superstitions that Yamato loved more than others. The step on a crack and break your mother’s back was mean. With how the sidewalks in his neighborhood were, there was no way he could avoid cracks. If his mother was alive, she would be in the hospital for multiple cracks in her back.

There was the time that Yamato was almost late for school. Thanks to the black cat that crossed his path. He had to go all the way around just to make it to school. Barely making it before the teacher arrived. He had taken a seat while panting.

“First place goes to Yamato, who raced me here.” Professor Marco said with a smirk on his lips. It wasn’t fair that the man ran with him, but wasn’t out of breath at all. “Why were you running late, anyway?” Professor Marco asked, looking at him. When Yamato answered with a black cat crossed his path, the classroom broke down. Yamato would get a few pokes and laughter from the other classmates. It wasn’t bad, having people that liked you around.

Weeks passed since that time. Professor Marco never let it go. Drawing a little black cat on the corner of all his papers. Not that he was all that sad about the cute cats in the corners of his papers.

There was the time with Luffy, when Yamato would be dragged around on different adventures. Seeing things he never saw before, or even thought about. From the highest place int he city to see everything. To the best hidden restaurants that hard hardly anyone there. Yamato couldn’t help but remembering that curiosity killed the cat, only remembering the second half once they were seeing something new. That satisfaction brought it back. “Your brothers like a cat,” Yamato told Ace once. The Other laughed at him so hard he almost passed out.

“Yeah, he kinda is.” Ace said, when he could breathe again. Yamato loved being around these brothers. They were always doing something that reminded him of what could be out there. No matter how small and unimportant it seemed, there was adventure around every corner. If you just took time to look.

Yamato’s phone rang. He was making dinner. It was going to be ramen again. The ring tone telling him who it was before he even picked it up. “Yamato, you’re late for dinner.” His father said. Probably at some five-star restaurant. It’s that time of year again. When his father forced him to have dinner with him. The anniversary of his mother’s death. She made his father promise to feed him a good dinner like she would have.

Yamato ignored the man as he placed two bowls on the table. “I’m not late. I’m eating with mom.” Yamato said, back. Looking at the photo frame on the table. There, his mother smiled back at him. She was wearing a school uniform and holding graduation flowers. Her face relaxed, looking off beyond the camera. It’s the same school that Yamato is now in. They had thrown out the uniform a few years ago.

“We are to eat together.”

“I am. With my mother.” Yamato rolled his eyes. Just how often was he going to have to tell him to get bent?

There was a sigh on the other end. “Your mother wanted us to eat together as a family.”

“Yeah, well.” Yamato said, thinking back to his favorite superstition. Step out of line and break your father’s spine. Smirking into the phone, he asked, “How do you’re back feel?”

His father didn’t know what got into Yamato to sack out in such a way. He had never done so before. Maybe going to his school was a bad choice. It wasn’t too late to cancel the funding and pull him out.

A knock on the door, stop Yamato from pushing further. It wasn’t all that loud, and sounded delicate against the door. It couldn’t be his father, or so he thought.

“Let’s eat.” The man hardly fit into Yamato’s apartment. Something that Yamato did on purpose. He wanted to growl at the man in front of him. What more could the man want?

Eating in silence. Even though Yamato could swear that his father glared at the bowl in front of him. Once he finished the meal, they sat there for a moment. “I’m still hungry.”

“Then go get something else,” Yamato muttered, not able to bring himself in being too mean. Not with his mother’s smiling face looking at him. She just wanted her two boys together. Nothing more than that.

“Next year we are eating out.”

“Whatever,” Yamato agreed. It would be better than having him back in his apartment. His apartment that he would have to move from. Not wanting his father to have ever been in his safe place.

[beanghostprincess]

Buggy thinks she hasn't gotten attacked bc people are scared of her.

Buggy hasn't gotten attacked bc people are scared of her protection squad. They have monthly meetings, printed t-shirts, and Buggy Shrines.

Bonus points, since in this concept she and Shanks never had that huge fight and split, since she had the support and love she craved, she never just settles. She continues to train. Most, if not all, in her crew can use Haki to a certain extent bc she made Damn Sure They Would Be Safe. She collects the disillusioned, the abandoned, the hurt and strange and odd, and she makes them into a family.

She works smarter, not harder, portraying as a pretty face and loud mouth, but she's sharp. She's so intelligent it's overwhelming. She's still a dumbass bc That's A Key Character Trait, but she's got High Int, Low Wis.

Only those who join the Inner Circle Of Simpage know the truth - in an all out brawl, Buggy would never win. Brawls aren't her forté. If they ever fight Buggy on her field...?

Shanks will swoon, twirling his hair, kicking his feet, "Oh, she'd annihilate me~"

Marco puffs up, pales, shudders, and says, "no, I won't fight her-yoi. I choose life."

Mihawk thinks fighting is foreplay and jumps at the chance.

Crocodile laughed the first time, decided to 'see what the fuss was about', and then never spoke of the results. Buggy treated his wounds and apologized.

Bonus: Luffy just grins and says "Mama Bug is STRONG. I could kick her ass but she's got everyone else."

She may not be a big buff cheeto puff, may not be a tank, but she is by no means helpless.

Despite what her enemies may think... :)

I love it when we talk about Buggy finally using all of her potential and being smarter than everybody else and kicking ass. She's the best. I think she's very strategic and knows exactly when to back down and when to attack. She manipulates her rivals and plays with them in curious, fun ways so she can win. And, well, of course if it's not in her field she's fucked. But if she has the upper hand? Run. I love how all of her lovers are either turned on by this or extremely scared or both. That? That is true love. They love their queen. But they all protect her anyway. And also, Luffy admiring her like that makes me melt 😭 He's just there supporting her dream from a distance and telling people she's really fun (and then people fight her and they uh, die. So much fun).

[darkmaga-returns]

On April 16, secretary of State Marco Rubio announced the closure of the State Department’s Counter Foreign Information Manipulation and Interference Office (R-FIMI), formerly known as the Global Engagement Center (GEC).  The closure marks a significant step in the dismantling of state-run censorship and aligns with President Trump’s 2024 campaign promise to combat government overreach in regulating speech.

Established in 2011 as the Center for Strategic Counterterrorism Communications (CSCC) under Executive Order 13584, the agency's initial mission was to counter terrorist propaganda.  In 2016, it was rebranded as the Global Engagement Center (GEC) via Executive Order 13721, broadening its focus to include foreign propaganda and disinformation from state and non-state actors.

Cyber-expert and former State Department official Mike Benz, who worked for the State Department, interviewed Rubio to gain deeper insight into what the GEC’s closure means for free speech and foreign relations.  Benz has been a key figure in exposing what he calls “the whole-of-society censorship framework.”  Benz describes the framework as an architecture comprising VPNs, end-to-end encrypted chats, and other internet communication tools.

Benz argues that this framework, originally intended to promote the free exchange of information, quickly evolved into a system for suppressing dissent and censoring information not sanctioned by the state or its partners.  The closure ends approximately $65 million in funding and the elimination of 50 full-time staff positions, according to Benz.

[rossiifumi]

hello this is my blog intro (ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

my names r max/matt/maddox. i’ve had a lot of different blogs during the past 3 years so you mightve seen my art before! i am 14 so if you don’t want to int w/ minors dni!

i post RPF!!!!! DNI if you don’t like that

i post shitposts, writing, and art from both my phone and my drawing tablet — on my tablet i use firealpaca

autistic ; my hyperfixs r motorsports (motogp, f1) and yellowjackets , that’s most of what i will post but theres going to be occasional oc and hermitcraft stuff,, maybe some occasional music posts or playlists/songs linked with certain art posts!!!

i go by it/its mostly. she / he is fine too, idm, any terms

feel free to ask for art, fics, drabbles etc. my dms are also open if anyone wants to chat about anything or be friends. i’ll hand out my discord if you ask ^-^

my main pairings n pilots i support under the cut! also a bit more info

for one i am a vale superfan. not a huge fan of marc as a rider (so sorry) but so help me god i will rpf him!

all my favs are retired, valentino rossi, nicky hayden, jorge lorenzo

on the current grid, i basically rep half the grid atp!! gresini (but mostly individual riders) pecco bagnaia, marco bezzecchi, álex márquez, fermín aldegeur, luca marini, celestino vietti

i also went to cota 2025. just wanna brag :3

for f1, i rep aston martin / merc / haas (can’t pick..)

i love fernando alonso, lance stroll, max verstappen, isack hadjar, esteban ocon, george russell, and kimi antonelli

super big retired driver fan as well. i <3 kimi raikkonen, sebastian vettel, mark webber, mika hakkinen

i will mostly post rosquez, bezzetti, gax. i am very easily swayed to make random things for other people so again!!!! feel free to ask for literally anything cuz idm!!!!! i like challenging myself to create things i don’t normally kehehe

most things i post will likely be spaced out and asks may take a while to be answered, i have to spend a lot of time fussing over my academics and i have a lot of hobbies outside of art (≧∇≦)b

[doctorwhoandthemidjourney]

Int. Marco's yurt.

'Marco Polo' animation concept.