Hi I'm Tomano/Tomato and I'm just your average liberal 20-year old Political Science majoring college student. This is a post-whatever-I-feel-like blog so it'll be a bit of a mixed bag but I mainly reblog a lot of Hetalia and Homestuck with a variety of other stuff for added flavor. This blog is occasionally NSFW so be forewarned.
that is the expression he adopts most of the time, yes, especially after gramps makes him exercise, and sends guys to check and make sure he’s not at the smoothie stand, in order for the rest of him to look like that. he protests that he fucks so much that’s how he burns his calories, but old man romolo is a bastard, and he also signs the paychecks, so what can romano do.
he definitely does not wear that coat, though. no way.
not after that trippy ‘modern art students’ flick, old man what were you smoking when you wrote that
I am a terrible person and love the porn!AU way too goddamn much.
On Saturdays Antonio packs himself a picnic lunch in a brown paper bag, kisses his mom on the cheek for good luck, hops on his bike, and pedals over to the next town with his Tauros trotting along behind him. He chains his bike up outside of Rome’s Gym and then puts his Tauros back in his Poke Ball, because it turns out that letting his Tauros charge through the Gym’s glass doors is a really awful idea, and Rome is so intimidating when he’s waving his hands over Antonio’s head and bellowing that Antonio’s still surprised he didn’t wet himself, and Rome has two of the cutest little grandbabies who like to get underfoot helping out at Grandpa’s Gym. So Antonio slips his Tauros safely into his pocket, gives himself a quick pep talk, and goes inside.
When Antonio comes out again, every Saturday, with no shiny new badge to admire, he sits on the bench out in front of the Gym and eats his sack lunch.
He’s peeling his orange when Lovi comes out of the doors too, Feli toddling in tow. Lovi stops in front of Antonio and crosses his arms. “Wow,” he says, drawling and patronizing and superior and all of five-and-a-half, “you really suck.”
“Oh,” says Antonio. His mother scolds him whenever he says the word ‘suck,’ and he’s twice as old as Lovi. “Well, I’ll just keep trying, I guess!”
Lovi pushes Feli’s diaper-padded butt until he can scramble onto the bench and then climbs up himself. Feli sucks on his thumb and kicks his feet against the wood. “Look here, loser,” Lovi says, and Antonio does, and he also offers Lovi a section of his orange.
Lovi shoves half of it into his mouth at once, juice squeezing out of the corners of his mouth and dribbling down his chin. The other half quickly follows. “Since I’m so generous, I’m gonna give you something.”
“Okay,” Antonio says. Judging by the narrowed eyes Lovi is giving him, that’s not quite enough. “Thanks, Lovi,” he tries again. Lovi rolls his eyes, but he’s impatient enough to dig into his pocket and then shove his fist into Spain’s hand.
“Here! I’m giving you this honorary Gym Badge so that you can stop coming here all the time, because you really really suck and you’re never going to win. So now you have something to show off, stupid. Loser.”
Lovi pulls his hand back and crosses his arms again and sticks his nose up in the air, maybe like he’s trying to see up at Antonio’s face to watch his reaction. Antonio stares at the palm of his hand. He’s holding what he’s pretty sure is somebody’s spare button, all covered up in crinkled green construction paper and hardened, translucent paste. It’s the color scheme that makes Antonio eventually realize it’s supposed to be a copy of the Gym Badge pinned to Rome’s lapel.
It’s the most adorable thing Antonio has ever held in his hand.
“Lovi, you made this for me? Thank you so much!”
Lovi scrunches his mouth up and takes a deep breath through his nose that makes his chest puff out. Then he scoffs, “Stupidhead, you’re not supposed to be happy about it. I had to give you this because you’re so bad that it’s pathetic. You’re supposed to be ashamed.”
Antonio pinches the badge between his thumb and forefinger and holds it up to admire it better. “Wow, with this good-luck charm from Lovi I know I’ll win next time for sure! I’m so happy! I’ll treasure it!”
“D-damn you, it’s not!” Lovi’s face flushes and he rams his head into Antonio’s ribs before hopping off the bench and pulling Feli down after him. He grabs Feli’s hand so that he can storm back into the Gym without his little brother getting left behind. “Just go home already and don’t come back!”