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cowboybuckleys · 1 year ago
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sapphicsukeve · 1 year ago
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Eastenders 14/09
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toobelieverperson · 7 months ago
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doyelikehaggis · 2 years ago
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19 and I saw Whitney/Chelsea in your ship list soo 👀 (please and thank you RJ)
My favourite co-mums and wives <3
Chelsea sighs when she lays eyes on Whitney, still seated at the kitchen table in front of the laptop, exactly as she was twenty minutes ago when she went upstairs for a quick shower. Sliding up behind her chair, she lays her hands on her shoulders.
'We're going to miss our reservation if we don't leave soon,' she reminds her.
Whitney mumbles something vague and incoherent, her attention fixed on the screen. She taps a few buttons as she chews her fingernail. A fleck of her navy blue polish chips off and lands on the table unnoticed.
Deciding to try a different tactic, Chelsea lowers her lips to hover by her ear, softly saying, 'You know, you're missing out on how hot I look right now. I'm even wearing that dress you really like.'
Pressing closer, she wraps her arm around her shoulders and trails her lips along her soft lobe. Whitney shivers beneath her, her spine straightening.
'And not much else,' Chelsea murmurs teasingly. She punctuates the implication, lightly kissing her neck until it rewards her with a deep sigh that stretches out into a groan.
'Right, I'm ready,' Whitney says, finally turning her attention away from the laptop and angling her body towards her. Her eyes drift over her and she smiles. 'You look amazing, Chels.'
'I know,' Chelsea says, grinning. She then leans down and kisses her properly. 'But thanks, babe. Now, are you actually ready to go or do you want another five minutes to finish stressing about this job interview.'
Whitney's face lights up and her eyes go all wide like a puppy that just heard every dog's absolute favourite word. 'Just five minutes then we'll leave, I promise!'
Rolling her eyes, Chelsea presses a kiss to her forehead and tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear. 'Okay, but you're buying dessert.'
(Fictional kiss prompts <3)
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jackbatchelor3 · 2 years ago
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If that Peggy photo could talk.
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vivianbernadetteaurora · 4 months ago
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2006 2009 was good 👍,especially in soap land ,and fact Kara and Joe were a thing, 🧚🏼🧚🏽‍♂️👠🧚🏼‍♀️💕🌸and original Chelsea was serving, she looks like a young Rihanna, honestly and the clothes and everything I’m watching that here and now because but then I was living, being a young teenage girl, but now I have appreciation for these episodes, I’m writing about them, but I love these outfits they are my time , and I always feel for any age person that holds a special place in your heart ♥️ .
Like we had the perfect EastEnders teenage cast then an early 20s also, Carly wicks, Chelsea. Fox , Dawn Swan,  Mickey Miller, Julie and Gus, Stacey and Ruby, Darren and squiggle . Dino Wicks, yes the young one before all the horrible stuff he did . original Martin Fowler.
Fact, one of my favourite selections on TikTok, are the nostalgia ones, Seeing how they used to use a digital carate cameras how we use them and we upload a whole night out for a whole roll of pictures from the digital camera. We actually had to do that shit yes and I miss it ha ha or making your own album making your,, greatest hits 'Ruining your parents computers with lime wire or frost wire, and then drawing on them the CDs and adding your own little twist, it was really fun or back to the days when we made the a tape player. Recording the Sunday night charts and cutting out the DJ it was always a challenge.
I’ve only just found out you can find these all on Getty images as well. I’ll be uploading them., because all this white party stuff, I remember when it was happening, this is why people say Sean Carter, more smarter, than Sean Combs is clearly messy with his partying and the things that he did, of them are celebrities maybe I don’t know domestic violence is really hard, when you’re with that person and you’ve been with them for many years and you keep going back a lot of people don’t understand that, I’m talking about Cassie here. I feel really bad but she’s done well and she’s away from it all which is really good, let’s keep safe.
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chaotic-toasters · 8 months ago
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Invisible
TW: Bad-ish mental health
Chelsea!Reader
Ex-UNC!Reader
I don't think this makes any sense but whtvs
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Transfer to Chelsea, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Well, you said that they were wrong.
You signed for Chelsea under the promise of playing time and friendship, only to be immediately benched and left to wander the halls of Cobham by yourself.
In hindsight, it was a stupid decision to join the Blues. The winning WSL side had no need for you on their already stacked roster, and in no way were you going to be able to compete with the likes of Zecira Musovic and Hannah Hampton.
You'd once been told that only truly deserving and talented people could reach the professional level of a sport, but you were seriously doubting it. You weren't a quitter, but you were genuinely wondering if you should wait for your 23rd birthday next year to announce your retirement or if you should just announce it now. You were still young, and you weren't about to waste any more of your life waiting for your footballing career to blossom.
It was funny, you thought, how the same cycle just kept repeating. When you played in your home state of Chicago for the Red Stars, you'd sat on the bench and watched Alyssa Naeher, your captain and USWNT starting keeper, guard the net, but you'd at least been happy, being good friends with most of your teammates. Then, during your time at Manchester United, Marc Skinner had promised you that you'd play in games against easier opponents. You never did, always internally scolding yourself for believing that he would want to play you. Now, at Chelsea, you were all alone, not a familiar face or start in sight. The only time you'd been in the net during games was in college, where you'd been head of the DoD for UNC. That time was long gone, though.
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"Y/N!" you almost missed Emma calling your name, too busy wondering if anyone would notice if you napped on the bench during the match. It was against Arsenal, but you were practically invisible to your teammates and the media alike.
"Yes?" you glanced up from the ground, only half-paying attention.
"Zecira isn't here and Hannah can't play on with that calf. You're going in."
"Okay." You didn't move, your manager's words not registering in your brain.
She stared at you. "Aren't you gonna go get your gloves?"
"Oh, right." You took off towards the changing room, grabbing your gloves, waterbottle, and blinding-white sweat towel that you'd had for the past three years.
When you went back outside, Emma patted you on the shoulder, offering you a word of advice and reminding you that the score was nil-nil.
It was embarrassingly quiet when you jogged into goal, the only cheers being a few quiet Chelsea fans in a sea of blue. You just shook your head to yourself, bouncing on the balls of your feet as play started up again. No distractions.
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A breakaway in the 51st minute had you barking orders at your backline, but none of your defenders were fast enough to catch up. Stina Blackstenius was sprinting at you full-force as you came out of your goal, and though her body shifted to the left and she passed the ball between her feet, you noticed how her eyes momentarily flicked upwards. Your hand instinctively shot up, smacking the ball away like a cat would a toy on a string, and as it flew over the crossbar, the entire stadium was silent other than the soft pitter-patter of rain on the roof.
The roar of the crowd rang out seconds later, and the Arsenal players eyed you with a newfound wariness as Steph Catley ran to take the corner kick.
"Hey," someone whispered, nudging you. "That was sick. I knew you still had it in you."
You glanced up and smiled. "Thanks, Foxy."
She ran back, sharing a few words with your other former UNC teammates, Alessia and Lotte, the three of them giving you small smiles as the whistle blew.
You came out of the net again as the ball came flying into the box, jumping up over Blackstenius again and swatting it away once more. The cheers from the Chelsea fans was deafening, drowning out whatever Emma was yelling to you from the sidelines.
Chelsea forwards and Arsenal defenders chased after the ball into the Arsenal half, leaving you, your defenders, and Arsenal forwards in your half. "Hey," Alessia called, giving you a little wave from the edge of your box. "Nice saves."
You waved back. "Thanks."
"You haven't changed a bit from Uni," she commented, jogging away. "Reflexes sharp as ever."
"You haven't changed either," you grinned. "Clumsy as ever."
Her head whipped back around indignantly. "Hey!"
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It was strange being a part of your teammates' conversations. It was as if you'd been invisible before the match, and each save slowly made you appear before their eyes. They'd met you with smiles and claps on the back after the game, all too happy to secure a tie in the wake of losing their first two keepers. You could care less about your current teammates, though. The ones who really mattered were your old ones.
"We totally would have won if Chelsea didn't have you," Emily scoffed jokingly, giving you a light push. "You saved their asses."
You pushed her back with a shit-eating grin, lowering your voice. "I'll be saving your asses instead soon enough."
Lotte spit out her water onto Alessia, who shrieked in disgust. "Really?!"You snickered. "Yeah. Don't tell anyone, though."
Alessia pinched her jersey in her fingers, airing it out. "Have you thought about this? The Chelsea fans aren't going to like that at all. Trust me, I know."
"I don't care," you shrugged. "I'll be happy at Arsenal, and I know I'll get playing time."
"Well, we can't wait to see you at Colney," Lotte grinned. "Arsenal red will look great on you."
You grinned back. "I know it will."
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thexfilesnet · 2 years ago
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mulder & scully & “miracle man” (1.18)   [ requested by anonymous ] 
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meganfoxrocksmyworld · 10 months ago
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The Queen has spoken!
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katiemccabeswife · 10 months ago
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i am loving our back line at the minute x
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katelynnwrites · 3 months ago
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emily fox, arsenal vs chelsea, barclays wsl 24/25, 12/10/24
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cowboybuckleys · 2 years ago
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sapphicsukeve · 1 year ago
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THAT DOOF DOOF!
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toobelieverperson · 7 months ago
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pernillecfcw · 5 months ago
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Jorja has done her acl , Niamh had shoulder surgery yesterday and Sophie done her acl too we are being hit left , right and centre with injuries ❤️‍🩹
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jackbatchelor3 · 2 years ago
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👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🙈🙅‍♂️
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