#Adriana Leon
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wosobronze · 2 months ago
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i find this so funny idk why 🤣 she’s smiling (probably even giggling) like nothing happened
😭😭😭😭😭
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alotofpockets · 5 months ago
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Woso Number 23 Appreciation
Request a player | @totaly-obsessed
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soffecoeur · 5 months ago
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PWHL Montreal x CANWNT, June 1st 2024
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pwhl-mybeloved · 5 months ago
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setsailforthestars · 1 year ago
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Solidarity to the Canadian women’s soccer team who may be losing right now but are playing under immense pressure from the ongoing compensation negotiations with Canadian Soccer Association in their fight for equal pay and representation as compared to our (lower ranked and less successful) men’s team. To the point where players were forced to choose between prize money allocations for this current tournament going to their own pay, or straight to funding training camps.
Devastating to watch this game knowing that it will only fuel the flames against their cause. Already seeing tweets (from men) about the women’s team not deserving the equity they are fighting for due to this performance. May I remind those people that the men’s team also did not advance from group stage, and in fact lost all three games. Also, the men’s team received far more promotion and support from Canada Soccer for their 2022 World Cup appearance than the women’s team did for their 2020 gold medal Olympics performance.
Women’s soccer is huge, just look at the sold out stadiums in Australia right now. The CANWNT have an impressive legacy. They deserve to be compensated and promoted equally, regardless of result in this tournament.
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wordsbyrian · 2 years ago
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Worried for Nothing - Adriana Leon x Reader
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Summary: R is worried about scars, your girlfriend Dri is both sympathetic in making you feel comfortable but cocky about the fact that you have nothing to worry about
A/N: I wrote this, but honestly don't know how I feel about it
When you left your house today, this is not the situation you thought you would find yourself in.
You thought that you’d head to work, finish working on a client’s leg sleeve, maybe take a walk-in or two, and then go home.
A simple day by all accounts but you like it when your days are simple; it makes your life effortless when you have multiple simple days in a row.
Unfortunately, with the turn of events you are currently facing, your day just became anything but simple. 
It all started when Evie, the receptionist at the tattoo shop you work in, comes in to tell you that your girlfriend is in the lobby.
“Can you ask her to come back later,” you say, not looking up from the piece you're working on.
“She said, it's really important and that you forgot something when you left this morning,” Evie says, coming back after a moment, “She also said that she can’t give it to me so you need to go talk to her.”
Finally looking up, you see the somewhat aggravated look on her face.
Sighing deeply, you turn off your tattoo machine and give your client instructions to get up and stretch while you're gone.
Making your way into the lobby, you aren’t even remotely surprised to see your girlfriend holding up two short-sleeved shirts, one a Manchester United jersey and the other a plain black tee.
“Seriously Adriana?”
“Yes, seriously,” she says, looking at what you have on. “It’s 35 degrees (Celsius) outside, you’re not about to sit in the sun in that black hoodie.”
“You know I can’t come to the game if I don’t finish the tattoo you’re stopping me from working on?”
“She’s only got about 45 minutes left,” you hear Evie shout from somewhere in the back.
“Shut up Evie,” you shout back before returning your attention to Adriana, “Can’t we do this some other time?”
Adriana just sighs deeply and pulls you into a corner of the lobby.
“I know that you hate having your arms out because you don’t want people to stare at your scars but wear the shirt underneath your hoodie and promise me you’ll be smart if you start to overheat.”
“Dri.”
“No Y/N/N, I’m serious, don’t do something silly like have a heatstroke because you’re nervous,” she says, leaning into you. “Just remember to actually put on the shirt because I know you aren’t wearing one right now.”
One of her hands creeps up the inside of your hoodie, coming to rest in the space between your hips and ribs.
“You can't just try to seduce me into doing what you want me to,” you begin, stopping when she moves her hand a little higher, “Ok, maybe you can. I’ll put on the shirt; just stop trying to get me naked in my place of work.”
Placing a quick kiss on your lips, she pulls her hand away and says, “Thank you, I’ll see you after the game. Remember some of the team is coming to ours afterward.”
She presses the black shirt into your hands and leaves.
When the door shuts behind her and you begin to walk back to your station, you hear Evie’s voice call out from behind the counter.
“Whipped.”
“Fuck off, Evie.”
Later that day, after you’ve finished work, you find yourself sitting in the stands at Leigh with Toone’s boyfriend waiting for the final whistle to blow and end United’s dominant performance against Liverpool. 6-0.
When it does end, you make quick work of gathering your belongings and saying goodbye to Joe and the others you know in the stands while simultaneously sending Dri a text that you’re on your way home to finish off the massive list she left for you.
And it truly was a massive list but luckily, you managed to get some of it done in the time between when you left work and when you had to leave for the game.
This is how you manage to get so relaxed in your art room, locked away drawing a new piece with music blasting, that you actually forget that you have people coming over.
This forgetfulness unfortunately means that you walk out to the living room wearing shorts and a tank top. Stuff no one outside of your family and Dri, who's your family in every way except legally, have seen you in a long time.
“Dri,” you call making your way to the living room, “Have you seen the extra bulbs for my lightbox.” You cut yourself off when you see her standing there with Millie, Ona, and Zelem, immediately crossing your arms over your chest as a way to self-soothe. “Uh, hey.”
“They should be in the hallway closet but,” Adriana answers, “I’m not going to let you hide away drawing, so can you go start the grill please.”
“I can do that if you tell me where the vegan patties are. Those need to go on first.”
“They should be behind the sausages in the fridge,” she says as you begin to slowly back away.
Heading into the kitchen you find the aforementioned patties exactly where she said they would be and you even manage to sneak back to your art room to grab your headphone before heading into the yard.
As you man the grill, you're vaguely aware of the arrivals of more United players and whoever they’ve chosen to bring with them.
Eventually, you’re joined at the grill by Galton and Joe who help you bring the food over to where everyone’s gathered.
For the first bit of the meal, you’re more than content to sit and watch how everyone interacts with one another, it’s easy to see how they scored six goals today.
After some time passes and everyone has eaten their fill, the conversation takes a turn.
“Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room,” Millie asks.
“We’re outside,” you say plainly.
“Not my point,” the defender says rolling her eyes, “I just want to know when Dri was going to tell us that Y/N is built like a brick shithouse under all these oversized hoodies and flannel shirts.”
“Forget that,” Galton interjects, “When were you gonna tell us that she is covered in tattoos?”
You and Adriana share a look and a laugh before speaking simultaneously, “Probably never.”
That gets a smattering of boos in response but it just makes you laugh harder.
“Sorry,” Dri says trying to stop the grin from spreading on her face, “I just want to know when that would've come up in conversation. This is the first time most of you have met Y/N for more than five minutes.”
“That’s just because she rarely comes to the games and when she does she refuses to hang out after,” Ella says with a pout.
“Start playing games on Mondays and Tuesdays and I’ll stop having to go back to work afterward.”
“What do you do that you work nights on the weekend,” Zelem asks.
Galton cuts across again before you have a chance to answer.
“What do you do that allows you to be covered in that many tattoos,” she asks,  “Or do you have to cover them up every day before going in?”
“I”m a tattoo artist, so I only cover them up in public.”
Those seem to be the magic words because suddenly you find yourself drawn into a conversation with Leah, Ona, and surprisingly Joe, which ends up with the four of you inside your art room.
Once you get in there, you’re hit by the sudden realization that you have a huge and very graphic painting in progress.
A painting depicting the car crash that gave you your scars.
Luckily, none of the others seem to take any interest in it and instead immediately focus on the multiple smaller pieces you have scattered around the room.
Ella’s boyfriend seems to take a special interest in the ones that show off characters from your favorite shows, while Ona and Leah spend a lot of time looking at the ones with a ton of crazy shapes.
Hours later when the night is ending and everyone has left your house, you’re confronted by a smirking Adriana as you close the door behind the last person.
“What did I tell you,” she says.
“Are we really doing this right now? I’m tired.”
“We are,” she says, “because you were worried for no reason. No one noticed and Bunney even came back here trying to convince Ella that he needs a room for his nerd stuff like you do.”
“It’s not nerd stuff.”
“Baby, this is actually the part where you admit that I’m always right.”
Rolling your eyes, you lean to kiss her.
“Yes, dear.” A peck. “You were right, dear.” Another. “Like always, dear.” A third.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
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tomorowisjustamystery · 4 months ago
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lessirussolvr · 1 year ago
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footygirl114 · 4 months ago
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I quite enjoy the confidence Leon has going into these Olympics
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wosobot · 2 years ago
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i am BUZZING abt this
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glimmerofawesome · 1 year ago
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awfcrusso · 1 year ago
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And on todays episode of Kieran knows fuck all we have adriana Leon in goal and van domselaar on the bench!!!!
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onabatlle-2 · 2 years ago
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focused, via muwfc on twitter, 12/1/23
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rashfordxbruno · 1 year ago
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Good luck to our World Cup Reds.
First up: Vilde Boe Risa and her Norway side taking on co-hosts New Zealand! 🇳🇴
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tooneysunited · 2 years ago
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after signing for us in july 2022, 8 months later adriana leon is off to the nwsl having played 81 wsl minutes for united.
a marc skinner masterclass.
any player is gonna think twice before joining us and on top of that we'll probably lose our best player and our striker this summer. amazing 👍🏻
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femftbllvr · 2 years ago
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