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joao felix getting w neymars ex is the weirdest link up ever?? bro i’d never expect joao to b w sm1 that neymar got with in 2014.. as long as he’s happy!! gabriella lenzi, you better not be the new magui
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Daily Doodles- Day 112- 05/08/24
Did two doodles yesterday! Again, my OCs Tamika and Chelsea from my yet-to-be-written story 'Reluctant Jamette'.
The tag for this is #agdoodles
Daily Doodles- Day 111- 04/08/24
Chelsea from my yet-to-be-written story 'Reluctant Jamette' I still haven't settles on a final, final design for her, but I know that I want her to have a Trinidadian's 2000s sense of style.
The tag for this is #agdoodles
Daily Doodles- Day 110- 03/08/24
Drew my OCs Tamika and Chelsea from my yet-to-be-written story called 'Reluctant Jamette'
Text in the bubbles, 'standard' English translation:
Chelsea: ' Don't listen to them, girl. They don't know the good person behind her.
Tamika: They're kind of right though.
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Short exposition: Tamika mysteriously gains super powers that forcefully transform her. She has to fight invading spiritual forces called jumbies before she can transform back.
Her alter ego looks like a demon and the civilians vilify her, eventually dubbing her 'Jamette' (a derogatory word that means whore) as they think she comes straight from hell and the devil (I mean... 👀)
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In the picture, Tamika and Chelsea walk past a poster of Jamette that's been vandalized with the word 'demon' in bright red ink. Chelsea, knowing that Tamika is Jamette, tries to reassure her friend that she's not demonic, but Tamika for some reason (👀👀👀) agrees with what everyone else is saying.
I'm looking forward to working on this one! I'm thinking of making a little comic zine to start!
The tag for this is #agdoodles
So high school | Jessie Fleming x reader
Summary; The story of how you and Jessie were brought together one fateful night in college and didn't leave each others side ever again.
Words; 2050
Pairing; Jessie Fleming x UCLA reader
A/N; Mother Taylor has inspired me and a tiktok that paired a footballer with an academic girl and I had thoughts. Then I was wondering who to do it with and THEN… UCLA J FLEM. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do because I’m in a Jessie mood rn. Btw this has been sitting in my drafts for literally like 2 months and I haven't had the inspiration to finish it until today. Enjoy loves xx
Jessie was more than kind of uncomfortable right now. She was tired after a full day of classes and an early morning training session, wanting to flop into bed after her long day and sleep away most of the weekend. But here she was, nursing a cup of coke in the corner of a frat house and wishing she had declined the invitation to come out with half of the soccer team.
“You good?” Teagan had made her way over, leaning against the wall and looking down at the midfielder who was seemingly lost in thought.
“Yeah, fine.” Jessie nodded her head, hiding the fact she desperately didn’t wanna be here anymore.
“Why don’t you try and go talk to someone? I’m sure there are plenty of pretty girls catching your eye right now.” Teagan nudged her shoulder with a smirk, downing her drink before walking away again. Jessie sighed before taking another sip of her coke and walking to another section of the house where more people congregated.
Her eyes filtered through the room, trying to take the goalkeeper's advice but giving up after noticing every pretty girl making their way over to someone else. Eventually her feet mindlessly walked her over to the back door, the glow of the pool under the moonlight catching her eye first before she spotted you.
Your friends had practically dragged you from your dorm, insisting you had to come and party with them, but where were they? Probably inside making out with frat guys and forgetting you actually came with them. That’s how you had found yourself sitting on a deck chair outside, avoiding the loud music and heavily intoxicated 20 year olds celebrating the start of their senior year, after your friends ditched you early on.
It didn’t bother you, them leaving you alone that is. And you could have gone home but you wanted to stay and make sure your friends made it home safely.
Jessie only saw the side of your face from how you were positioned on the chair but immediately found herself drawn to you. People may have called her crazy for falling with just one look, but when you know, you know.
You didn’t hear the sliding door open, too busy looking up at the moon and wondering what else you could be doing right now if you stayed in bed. It wasn’t until you heard the chair beside you creek that you finally noticed her, snapping your head at the noise and becoming encapsulated by her big brown eyes and freckles immediately.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” She apologised, her eyes somehow getting bigger and more beautiful.
“I-it’s okay.” You let out a breath. “Just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be out here.” You shared a soft giggle and she finally smiled.
“Yeah, not really my scene.” Jessie shrugged and began sitting back in the chair, copying her movements and turning your head to face her.
“Me either.” You smiled before reaching out a hand to her. “Y/N.”
“Jessie.” She connected your hands, ignoring the tingling she felt in her fingers while you pushed down the butterflies fluttering around your stomach.
You two spent the rest of the night talking before she offered to walk you back to your dorm, after finding out your friends had already left with guys and you were left alone. Well, not so alone now.
The next few weeks would find you and Jessie with each other as much as possible, save for your individual classes, and you were happier than ever. You weren’t dating, no but it began to feel like it, especially when you ran down the bleachers after she won her next match, Jessie catching you as you jumped into her arms with pride.
After almost two months since meeting you finally had your first kiss. It wasn’t super romantic but exactly how you would have wanted it to go. You and Jessie were hanging out in her dorm, you studying for an upcoming exam and her pretending to catch up on classwork but really spent the whole time staring at you.
“Jessie.” You were focused on the millions of highlighted poems and texts that sounded you on the floor but could feel her eyes burning in the back of your head. “I can feel you staring.”
“What?” Jessie acted dumb, biting her lip to hold back a smile as she watched you turn your head, raising an eyebrow.
“You know that if you don’t get this work done you’re not playing this weekend. And I already cleared my schedule to watch you soooo.” You sat up fully, leaning back on your arms to look up at her on her bed.
“Can we not just take a small break? We’ve been at this for hours!” She whined, tilting her head at you, a fake pout accompanied by some puppy dogs eyes.
“It’s literally been 45 minutes.” You deadpanned as you got up and jumped up to sit next to her.
“45 minutes too long.” She huffed and you stifled a laugh as you looked at her.
“What would you rather us do then?” You asked while shaking your head at her, letting out that laugh but stopping when her silence was noted. You looked up to find her staring, no, gazing into your eyes, a look on her face she had many times but this was the first time you noted it. She looked lovestruck.
Your mouth opened to speak again but you were cut off when she was suddenly moving forward, one hand reaching up to hold your cheek and the other moving down to hold your waist. Before you could process anything, her lips were on yours and it was as if you had been transported into another world.
After that kiss your relationship didn’t seem to change that much, still spending almost all of your time together, though this time spending it a little closer and with a lot more kissing. Something about your relationship felt so young and naive, like you were back in high school making out at parties and never spending more than a couple hours apart from one another.
You now went to all her training sessions, sitting in the bleachers finishing homework while she prepared for their next match. Jessie loved you just being there but was getting a little annoyed that you weren’t fully paying attention as she ran rings around her teammates in an effort to impress you. She knew the perfect way to get your nose out of your books.
“HEY BABE!” Jessie shouted up to you across the pitch. The sheer volume and urgency of her voice caught your attention instantly, looking up to find her waving her arm comically in your direction.
“What?” You laughed alongside her teammates who were standing on the pitch waiting for something to happen.
“WATCH THIS!” She yelled again before running back to her starting position, eyeing up the cones and dummies she meticulously laid out and the ball that laid in wait for her. You bit back a smile at her excited nature, waiting for her to begin whatever trick she was about to show off.
She began dribbling the ball skillfully through the first few cones that were placed closely together. Yourself and her remaining teammates watched her feet intensely, quite impressed with how precisely she was keeping the ball in and under her feet. She made it through her round of cones and looked up towards you in the stands, making sure you were in fact watching her and whether or not you were impressed. But what she failed to notice was how close she had positioned the steel dummies that were part of her second skill test.
Everyone saw it happen before she did, running straight into the dummy, too distracted by you to realise she was running into it. You heard the ding from halfway up the bleachers and within seconds you were racing down to her on the pitch, trying to keep your laughter at bay so you could seriously check on her.
“Jessie, are you okay?” You knelt down to where Jessie was now sitting up, legs splayed across the grass and a hand to her temple, soothing where she hit her head.
“Don’t laugh. I was just trying to impress you.” Jessie finally spoke, avoiding your eyes and producing a pout, meanwhile her freckled cheeks were getting redder than they already were.
“Oh baby I know. It was very impressive till… you know.” You directed her eyes back to you with a soft smile, biting your lip again to hold back your laugh.
That night Jessie continued to pout, even when you were giving her all your attention, laying between your legs as you held an ice pack to her temple and babying her all night long even though you didn’t put the dummy there, she did.
After graduation you moved with Jessie to England for her contract with Chelsea, you managed to land a position at the University of London, teaching in the English department, a great start to your life together in a new country.
Jessie proposed to you in January of 2022 after three and a half years of dating, keeping it private and personal by dropping down on one knee as you were getting into bed one cold night.
Clad in flannelette pyjamas and fluffy socks, just having got out of the shower, you walked back into the bedroom expecting Jessie to be curled up in bed and waiting for you. But as you turned the corner she was bent down on one knee and holding a ring in her shaking hands. Jessie had prepared a whole speech about how much she loves you and wants to spend the rest of her life with you but in true Jessie fashion she got nervous and the only words that came out were. “Marry me? Please?”
You both took the next year to plan the wedding for Spring 2023 before the world cup, wanting to make sure you knew what you wanted and to enjoy being engaged before being married.
The big day finally arrived and you hadn’t seen Jessie in more than 24 hours, both of your bridesmaid groups separating you from one another for practically the first time in almost 5 years.
It was a beautiful ceremony filled with all for your close family and friends to celebrate your love and unite your families. You cried, Jessie cried, everyone cried. The reception though was one massive party. Everyone danced, everyone drank and most of all you got to have fun with your wife like you did back in college.
At the end of the night, after the party ended and everyone went home, you and Jessie were sipping champagne on your hotel room floor, giggling with one another in the silent room while wearing matching pyjamas.
“I love you.” Jessie said as she stared, no gazed, in your direction. “You’re so pretty, will you marry me?” Her words were slightly slurred as her tipsy frame swayed back and forth every so slightly.
“Too late, already did.” You laughed as you brought your left hand up to her face, showing off both of your shining rings. “Look.” You brought her hand up too, showing her own ring clad fingers to her, shock adorning her freckled face.
“We’re married already?!” Jessie shrieked and you knew it was time for bed.
“Yes, now come on. Time for bed my love.” You placed a kiss on her lips before putting your flutes down and pulling Jessie up with you from the floor. You dragged her over to the large bed, crawling alongside each other to then assume your regular positioning. Jessie waited for you to get comfortable against the pillows before laying herself across your chest, her pillow.
“Baby?” Jessie spoke after a few minutes, tilting her head to look up at you.
“Hmmm?” You respond as you begin to stroke her hair gently.
“Tell me about the first time you saw me.” Jessie asked before setting back down against your chest. You let out a small breath, a smile donning your face as she asked you.
“Well, I was sitting at a party next to the pool…”
THE END
repeat after me. A person that doesn’t care about you CAN and WILL put you in danger for their own selfish goals. Even when it’s not intentional. If a person doesn’t care about you, their actions and thoughts are not gonna be “I’m gonna walk away to keep this person I love from getting hurt”. NO. They are impulsive with their thinking especially when it comes towards you because they don’t think about you at all. You are the second thought. No matter how much love you pour into that relationship weather it’s a friendship or romantic. Pick up on people like this because you will not gain you will only hurt until it goes too far. This was just an example of it going to far.
Chelsea is a prime example of what happens when a girl loves to much. There’s a limit to how much you can give and she obviously crossed that line. It’s not her fault by any means but I wish she wasn’t obsessed with this man who couldn’t even say I love you none the less put her in danger because of his inability to let go. Stay safe out there guys cause ts is real, and it’s dangerous when you’ll do anything for someone. If you didn’t like the ending at least take stuff from it because mike white is very intentional with his characters and not making them too fiction and animated because these are very real and disturbing scenarios that can happen.
THE SCREAM I JUST LET OUT AT NONI SCORING. 4/6 OF HIS GOALS THIS SEASON AGAINST WOLVES, THATS MY FUCKING LEGEND
MARC HAT TRICK BEFORE HALF TIME LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO. I LOVE MY TEAM, I LOVE THIS CLUB, LIGHT THE COUNTRY FUCKING BLUEEEEE 💙💙💙
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ah, i love chelsea. wonderland in alice has so much lore in it i could talk about it for hours…
♤~♡~♧~♢
“up” is down
thgir si “tfel”
Real fans clubbing together
At the weekend we learned a lot about what #ClubTogether is. It's fans standing up against the status quo. Fans realising that, to make a difference, we can work together and get the things we want.
In the case of Jack Cox and everyone connected with Bath City FC, it was getting exposure and getting people to #PackThePark to #SaveBathCity.
Jack invited us to City, a club in danger of folding unless they sell the home they have played at since 1932.
@ball_street you guys should come to Bath City on Saturday and experience rival teams #ClubTogether to help a non league club.
January 28, 2013
At Bath, we met fans that are willing to step forward and make a difference; fans that are tune with what football should be.
Jack, a Bristol City fan, started a Facebook page to get fellow Robins to #PackThePark at Bath. Joining Jack were fans from clubs across the country - from the Bristol clubs to Luton, Swindon, Plymouth, Tranmere and Chelsea.
What we love about Jack is that he didn’t just stand by and watch. He didn’t want to accept that a local club should be allowed to die and be ignored by a media focussed on catering to a mass market. He has tried to connect with people and do something about it.
We started using #ClubTogether because we believe fans of all clubs can change things by working as one. We have a vision where the league a club is playing in doesn’t determine the quality of insight and coverage that it gets and if we club together we can change things.
But as Jack has shown, #ClubTogether is much bigger than that - use it to tell us what's important to you and your club.
If you want to get involved, then get in touch via twitter @ball_street, www.facebook.com/BALLSTREET or drop an email to clubtogether@ballstreet.co.uk.
There was not a lot in this world Charmion couldn't have if she so pleased. With her parents and social status she was primed for spoils, clothes, jewels, suitors. The world was practically hers for the taking. But none of that mattered if she couldn't have the one thing she truly desired. The one thing she wasn't free to obtain, who she could only ever have in the privacy of this room and could never show off to the world just how much she adored her. She was not cross at Hazelle, she was furious at the world. Though ever the ambitious mind, she was already making plans to try and bend the world to her will. To be able to have her cake and eat it too.
Which is why her lovers words catch her off guard. It is an option she has only ever dreamt of but never spoken aloud, one she has not let herself. It came with too much risk, there was too much to lose. Wide blues catch the others with a deep sadness, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "My love...you know I want nothing more...." Sucking in a sharp breath, Charmion sits up, cupping her other hand over Hazelle's. "Do not despair. I have a plan, you see. I am to be betrothed to Lord Harwood and he has pull in the Kings court. I shall get him to convince the King to abolish such places and let you come live with us. Harwood shall be away on business a lot and I will need a lady to keep me company." It is a compromise she isn't sure the other will want to hear so she attempts to deliver it with a soft smile, reaching to caress her love's cheek.
open to: women or fem presenting plot: based on this idea, set before Hazelle gets turned into a vampire bc I need a dark sapphic plot thnx - hmu to plot more if you’d like! connection: childhood friend & lover/sweetheart.
“Are you cross with me?” Hazelle asked in a soft and concerned tone, leaning against the bedpost of the others bed before she huffed a breath and plopped down on the soft mattress next to her friend, taking hold of their hands in her own, thumbs brushing against their soft skin soothingly. “You must know I do not wish to leave you, it is my family’s doing, this trip is their last effort to fix me…” Hazelle explained, her pretty brow creasing as she dipped her head a little in order to catch the other’s gaze, her own apologetic and sincere. Hazelle didn’t want it to be this way, no one had meant as much to her as this beautiful person next to her and she was certain no one else would ever come close to meaning half as much.
Her family had tormented her ceaselessly throughout her entire life, doing horrible things to cleanse Hazelle of her demons but none of it had worked and Hazelle was convinced it was because nothing was wrong with her and it was them that were wrong. All the doctors and specialists, all the priests and nuns. They were all wrong and Hazelle could exist in this world with the person she loved the most. The person who sat beside her. Hazelle’s heart picked up in pace and seemed to thunder loudly in her ears, cheeks flush she offered a small smile with a look that almost resembled a puppy. “Why don’t you and I run away? Hmm?” She meant it more than she let on but the words were said in an attempt to lighten the mood.
barca is absolutely cooking chelsea right now...
have a listen guys! good analyses.
Actual commentary from Man City v Chelsea "can you smell toast burning?"