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Dominik Szoboszlai during Southampton vs Liverpool FC, 24 November 2024
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The author's poorly disguised fetish
The author's proudly displayed fetish
The author's fetish you're pretty sure they don't realise they have
The author's fetish which they're firmly convinced everyone has and is just pretending otherwise
The author's non-sexual special interest which just sounds like a fetish because of their habitually unfortunate phrasing
The fetish the author is making a well-meaning effort to cater to in spite of clearly not understanding it themselves
The author's fetish that never quite makes it into the text because they keep getting sidetracked by the requisite worldbuilding
The author's utterly pedestrian sexual preference which the text treats like a bizarre fetish because they've got shit to work through
The author's seemingly innocuous recurring trope they're going to have a personal revelation about ten years down the road
The author's fetish you missed on a first reading because it's so far out of pocket, it never occurred to you that you could sexualise that
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trends are temporary, emo swag is forever
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🥺 I'm so happy you liked this wifey
No More Plus One.

player: antoine griezmann words: 2.1k+ type: fluff request: Anto - fluff - up to 1000 words - Anto inviting her to the team's Christmas party "as a friend" bc he didn't have the balls to ask her to be his date but planning on telling her how he feels about her that night (word count whatever you think works best)
A/N: I love how I've gone over every one of these word approx in the form. whoops.

No matter where she is in the room, she can feel his eyes upon her.
It wasn’t a given, but more times than not if anything came up which required a plus one and Antoine hadn’t wanted to bring one of his teammates or family, Antoine would invite her and she would invite him to events which were appropriate and wouldn’t lead to him being interrogated all evening or have the risk of photos being taken while he’s trying to enjoy himself.
Because of this, she’s already incredibly friendly with the majority of his teammates and he also knew that he would trust any of the men in this room with her without feeling as though he needs to step in and rescue her from them in some way. There’s never been a reason for him to feel jealous as he watches her with other men, the way she holds onto them as she laughs or even towards his closest friends such as Koke or Rodrigo as they take her into their arms for any particular reason. He knows the look upon their face as they stare at her and he understands the way they’re drawn to her. She doesn’t simply slot into their life, she fits in as though she was the missing piece.
And yet tonight there’s something simmering under the surface as he watches while she sits in deep conversation with José. he doesn’t want to put a label on it as the ugly green demon but it’s the closest emotion that he can directly pin this feeling on. The one that claws at his chest and makes every swallow feel as though it’s only feeding the lump that’s growing in his throat. Every little touch or some lingering look, no matter how innocent, is driving him crazy and has him reaching for his alcohol free drink because in order for him to do what he needs to do, he needs a clear head.
He’s half listening to Rodrigo when Marcos approaches looking suave in his half suit, the suit jacket is probably hung over the back of his chair and the tie is no doubt scrunched up in a mess on the table. Just his presence alone has Antoine picking at his nails as a distraction.
“Still single?” straight to the point. Antoine grits his teeth and shoots him a look.
Rodri looks between the two men back and forth trying to figure out what is going on before he glances back towards her. “Why would you not…” he trails off as he continues to stare at her, the cogs turning for all to see. “Oh Griezmann,” he chuckles and scratches his cheek. “Oh Antoine.”
“Shut up,” he hisses and finishes his drink with a scowl. Rodri gives him a look that Antoine cannot work out.
“Are you planning to tell her?” Marcos looks at Antoine when Rodrigo asks quietly, ensuring no-one else around them is privy.
“I was considering speaking with her tonight.” he replies, lifting his thumb to his mouth and tears at the frayed edge he had created earlier.
“What’s stopping you?” Marcos asks, tucking a hand into his pocket and swaying ever so slightly as he stares at his teammate, eyes fixed on the Frenchman.
“She has common sense and says no. Not everyone wants to be with their best friend.” he reasons, voicing the doubts he’s had for the last few weeks as he’s debated doing this. Just saying it out loud makes his stomach turn. “Friendship is crucial to some and I could walk away without her at all.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever known you without her being in your life.” Rodrigo says.
“And I don’t want to think of her not being. I don’t know what to do for the best. Doing this could really fuck everything up.”
“Or it could also be one of the best things you ever do.” Marcos counters.
Standing between the two of them, with his heart pounding fast and hard against his ribs, he stares off at her as she continues her conversation with Julián completely oblivious to the thoughts that are whirling in his mind.
“Fuck it, I’m just going to be on edge otherwise.” he says and gives them a small nod before stepping out of their triangle and towards her.
He catches snippets of conversations as he passes everyone, and each step feels heavier than the last as he’s now within hearing distance and the moment her eyes lock with his, he knows he can’t back down now. Her smile broadens, and she physically turns her body towards him while nodding and saying something in response to Julián.
“Gracing us with your presence again?” She quips with a slight smirk.
“I thought it was about time, you’ve no doubt talked poor Juli’s ear off by now.”
“I honestly didn’t mind,” Julián holds his hands up and looks between them with a nervous laugh.
“He doesn’t deny it.” He teases some more, knowing full well that it was Julián who was leading the conversation.
“Leave him alone,” she shakes her head, mouths an apology to the younger player and leads Antoine away. “I can’t take you anywhere.” She hooks her arm through his, hand resting on his forearm, fingertips laying casually near his wrist and he tries to ignore the urge to slip his hand into hers.
“It’s a good thing that I brought you here then.” Despite the closeness of them, she still manages to pull her elbow out enough to jab him with it.
“Thank you for bringing me though. It’s nice to see everyone in a…non-work but work environment I guess.” she says as they stand at the side of the room, close enough to still look to be part of it all, but far enough away to not be disturbed.
“Of course, it’s what we do. Though I do think it’s about time they just put your name down instead of just “plus extra guest.” I think it’s obvious who will be joining me.”
“Yeah, until you get a girlfriend.” she says, lips curving to try a smile but there’s no happiness in it and judging by the strain in it, it’s seconds away from being a grimace. “But I’ll make do for now, right?” She tries to make her voice bright but her expression doesn’t replicate it.
“What’s with the face?” he tries to ask it casually, as though he hadn’t been hoping his wording would evoke a reaction like this one. There was no jealousy that he could see, but she definitely didn’t appear happy about even the thought of him dating.
“There’s no face.” she replies and tries to force her expression into a better one but it’s too late.
His brows furrow but he keeps his gaze on her. “There was a face. Does the idea of me having a girlfriend bother you?” When she says nothing, he watches the way she swallows and looks anywhere but at him. “We both know you’re the only one who will tolerate me anyway. History has shown that.” He adds the last part quietly, but it’s true nonetheless.
“Your teammates tolerate you.”
“I didn’t mean teammates and you know that.”
“There’s female staff. A certain social media manager loves you.”
“None that I want to date though.” he tries to give her a small smile when she finally looks back at him but he’s not sure his cryptic messages are being deciphered properly. “Well.” he clears his throat and looks out across the room. “That’s not exactly true. There’s someone here that I like. I just haven’t grown the balls to tell them.” He gives a nervous chuckle and looks at her.
“Do you want me to be your wingman Anto? Is that why I’m here? Sweeten the deal for you and sing your praises?” She tries to keep humour in her voice but it’s pained.
He inhales deeply, to the point where he feels like his chest may explode from the volume of oxygen he’s just taken. There’s no good way to explain his feelings. Not in a way that doesn’t seem false or because she’s pushed him to this conclusion. “Out of interest, what would you say?”
“You’re an asshole.” she says and he grins. “I would say…” she pauses to consider her words, his gaze on her never faltering. “That you’re a good man. You’re funny..looking that is, not humorous. Kind. Fiercely loyal. You give good hugs. You can’t cook very well but it’s a good thing you have a chef who does it for you.” she chews the inside of her cheek as she thinks about what she wants to say next. “You care about the people around you. You’ll do anything to make them smile and happy. You prefer spending time with people rather than spending money on them but that’s not to say you’re cheap. You get regular baths, you’ve had your shots, and you’re house trained.” she tries her best at a joke which thankfully lands and makes him laugh loud enough to draw attention from others nearby. “I think you’d make a good boyfriend Antoine.”
“Just good? I’m wounded.”
“I haven’t dated you,” she smiles, “so I can’t give an opinion but I can give a glowing review as a friend. Like a good wingman.” she adds.
“I guess I’ll have to wait a little longer then to get a glowing review as more than just a friend then.” he says finally and watches as her expression changes, her eyes widen and her lips part. She glances around, almost looking to see if this is a joke that she is not part of but certainly the butt of.
“You don’t mean that,” she says, her mouth going dry. She can feel her heart pounding in her throat which only seems to worsen when she realises there’s no amusement on his face. “Anto.” she has no idea where she’s going with the start of the sentence and yet it stresses so much.
“I can’t help it.”
“You can’t just say something like that if you don’t mean it.”
“I do though.” he says it quietly as nerves begin to eat at him. He clenches his jaw and she sees the muscle in his cheek twitch because of it. “I’ve been trying to squash the feeling because i didn’t think you felt the same and I’ve tried to ignore it and not bring up a conversation about it but I was looking at you tonight and there have been so many moments where I’ve just wanted to kiss you or just hold you in a way I can’t as a friend. And I realise you might not feel the same way and I’m risking everything by saying this but I just don’t want to keep lying to myself.” Antoine barely gives himself a moment to pause in case he won’t start again but it’s all out there now and he’s already hoping the floor would simply open up.
“For how long?” she asks in a voice no more than a whisper.
“Months. I haven’t wanted to ruin anything though.”
“Why now?”
“Because all I want for Christmas is you,” he says, forcing a cheesy grin onto his face as he delivers a joke to soften the tension.
She turns away from the room, her back now facing where his teammates keep looking over to see how the conversation may be going, and looks at the man who has been her best friend for too long. “I’ve really wanted to kiss you too.”
“As a friend or…”
“Shut up and come here.” She rolls her eyes as she reaches forward and fills her hands with his shirt before pulling him towards her. Her eyes lock with his and all goofiness from moments ago has now gone. She only breaks eye contact to look at his lips as she lifts herself to brush her nose against his ever so slightly.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he shakes his head. “I’ve just put myself on the line there. No kisses until I hear you say it back.”
“I would love to be down as your girlfriend and not just a plus o-” she doesn’t have time to finish her sentence, his lips are already brushing against hers and even though she’s closing her eyes, she can feel the way he’s smiling against her lips. “Stop smiling.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.” he says it firmly and kisses her a little harder, holding her by the bottom of her back and cupping his hand at her head as he deepens the kiss to not allow her a moment to utter another word. Instead, Rodri can be heard shouting “FINALLY” above the music and the cheering mirrors her thoughts.
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i love how defensive the last part is, the greenland shark wrote that
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kinda want to lick him from ballsack to bicep but I'm sure I'm being really cool about it
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me, unloading a fitted sheet from the dryer: *squinting* what's that you've got in your mouth
fitted sheet: nothing :)))))))
me, prying open its twisted jaws: na-ah!!! give it to me RIGHT now!!
fitted sheet: *resentfully spits out a wad of 3 very damp dishtowels, a pillowcase, and a pathetically sodden washcloth*
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you ever have situations that make you want to take people by the shoulders and go "you are not 15 any longer. this behavior is no longer quirky and cute. it is exhausting for you and everyone else to act like a teenager you haven't been in a decade or longer. knock it the fuck off"
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how to find literally any post on a blog in seconds (on desktop)
there are so many posts about ~tumblr is so broken, you can’t find any post on your own blog, it’s impossible, bluhrblub~
I am here to tell you otherwise! it is in fact INCREDIBLY easy to find a post on a blog if you’re on desktop/browser and you know what you’re doing:
url.tumblr.com/tagged/croissant will bring up EVERY post on the blog tagged with the specific and exact phrase #croissant. every single post, every single time. in chronological order starting with the most recent post. note: it will not find #croissants or that time you made the typo #croidnssants. for a tag with multiple words, it’s just /tagged/my-croissant and it will show you everything with the exact phrase #my croissant
url.tumblr.com/tagged/croissant/chrono will bring up EVERY post on the blog tagged with the exact phrase #croissant, but it will show them in reverse order with the oldest first
url.tumblr.com/search/croissant isn’t as perfect at finding everything, but it’s generally loads better than the search on mobile. it will find a good array of posts that have the word croissant in them somewhere. could be in the body of the post (op captioned it “look at my croissant”) or in the tags (#man I want a croissant). it won’t necessarily find EVERYTHING like /tagged/ does, but I find it’s still more reliable than search on mobile. you can sometimes even find posts by a specific user by searching their url. also, unlike whatever random assortment tumblr mobile pulls up, it will still show them in a more logically chronological order
url.tumblr.com/day/2020/11/05 will show you every post on the blog from november 5th, 2020, in case you’re taking a break from croissants to look for destiel election memes
url.tumblr.com/archive/ is search paradise. easily go to a particular month and see all posts as thumbnails! search by post type! search by tags but as thumbnails now
url.tumblr.com/archive/filter-by/audio will show you every audio post on your blog (you can also filter by other post types). sometimes a little imperfect if you’re looking for a video when the op embedded the video in a text post instead of posting as a video post, etc
url.tumblr.com/archive/tagged/croissant will show you EVERY post on the blog tagged with the specific and exact phrase #croissant, but it will show you them in the archive thumbnail view divided by months. very useful if you’re looking for a specific picture of a croissant that was reblogged 6 months ago and want to be able to scan for it quickly
url.tumblr.com/archive/filter-by/audio/tagged/croissant will show you every audio post tagged with the specific phrase #croissant (you can also filter by photo or text instead, because I don’t know why you have audio posts tagged croissant)
the tag system on desktop tumblr is GENUINELY amazing for searching within a specific blog!
caveat: this assumes a person HAS a desktop theme (or “custom theme”) enabled. a “custom theme” is url.tumblr.com, as opposed to tumblr.com/url. I’ve heard you have to opt-into the former now, when it used to be the default, so not everyone HAS a custom theme where you can use all those neat url tricks.
if the person doesn’t have a “custom theme” enabled, you’re beholden to the search bar. still, I’ve found the search bar on tumblr.com/url is WAY more reliable than search on mobile. for starters, it tends to bring posts up in a sensible order, instead of dredging up random posts from 2013 before anything else
if you’re on mobile, I’m sorry. godspeed and good luck finding anything. (my one tip is that if you’re able to click ON a tag rather than go through the search bar, you’ll have better luck. if your mutual has recently reblogged a post tagged #croissant, you can click #croissant and it’ll bring up everything tagged #croissant just like /tagged/croissant. but if there’s no readily available tag to click on, you have to rely on the mobile search bar and its weird bizarre whims)
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