#Cross Bay

[royaltea000]

I love Bai Long Ma he truly don’t gaf

[horse-breed-a-day]

Horse breed of the day: Cleveland Bay

Height: 16-17 hh

Common coat colors: Predominantly bay

Place of origin: England

[justdavina]

Stunning Asian Transgender Woman!

[7cfc00]

home is where the heart is (and yours is gone)

[ratatatastic]

cats attending a yacht party as if they werent at booze garden at 1am the same day is so incredibly-

also matthew MATTHEW THAT SHIRT. THAT SHIRTTTTT. WHAT IS THAT.

6.29.24 (x)

[dstriple]

I recreated Life is Strange in ACNH - But this time I've included the Dream Address!!! 👍

DA-7125-6003-7296

[chaotic-toasters]

Keep in Touch

If you cried, please let me know. I cried while writing this and now I feel like a wimp

Jen Beattie x Teen!Reader Arsenal WFC x Teen!Reader --------------------

You awoke to the creaking of your bedroom door, followed by the dipping of your bed.

"Hey, kiddo," your mam's voice soft, fingers carding through your hair. "Time to wake up. We've got a big day ahead of us."

You cracked your eyes open, blinking rapidly at the light streaming through your window. "Five more minutes?"

She smiled fondly. "Sorry, kiddo. We've got to finish packing, and then we're gonna meet the girls at Colney one last time before they send us off at the airport."

A few months ago, you and your mam had received almost identical offers from the newest team in the NWSL, Bay FC. Your mam had jumped at the promise of something new, but you'd hesitated.

Arsenal was all you'd ever known. You'd grown up in the academy, winning tournaments left and right before signing your first professional contract for the gunners at fifteen years old.

You had memories of Katie chasing you through the Emirates, practicing pens with Kim, and doing media with Leah. If you left, you wouldn't get to make any more of those memories that were so near and dear to your heart.

It was a difficult decision to make, one that your mam assured you was totally up to you. Any of the girls would take you in in a heartbeat if you wanted to stay.

You hated change, and you hated the position Bay FC's offer put you in. Whether you stayed or left, your life wouldn't be the same.

Stay, and be an ocean away from your mam.

Leave, and abandon everything you'd ever known since you were a wee child.

Stay or leave.

Your mam or your found family.

Pain or pain.

Stay.

Leave.

Stay.

Leave.

Realistically, as much as you dwelled on the decision, the choice was made the second you opened your email.

You could never leave your mam. Your mam who never forced you to do anything you didn't want to. Your mam who always made time for you. Your mam who would stay home from matches or training when you were sick. Your mam who always supported you and loved you.

So, you accepted. You accepted the offer to leave the WSL behind, comforted only by the knowledge that your mam would be right next to you the whole time.

It had hurt to accept the California team's offer, a metaphorical knife to the gut, but your teammates had reminded you that you were still in the early stages of your career and could come back later on. That had brought you some sense of relief, knowing that they would gladly welcome you back if you wanted to return.

But now, on the final day of your life in London, it all came crashing down, and you suddenly did not want to leave.

"O-kayyy," you mumbled, rolling off the bed. "When do we leave? To Colney?"

Your mam extended her hand, pulling you up. "In an hour. Get the rest of your stuff, and we'll have breakfast on the way."

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"He—oof!" You grunted as someone tackled you into a hug, taking you both to the floor.

"I'm gonna miss you, kiddo," Leah's voice wavered. "So, so much."

You squeezed her tightly. "I'll miss you too, Lee. Who'll make fun of your five year-old diet now?"

Katie joined you on the floor, stealing you from Leah's embrace to pull you into her own. "I will, kid. Don't ye' worry."

Leah wiped away a stray tear. "You remember this, Y/N. Once a gunner, always a gunner. You hear me? You'll always have a place hear at Arsenal."

You smiled sadly as yet another one of your teammates stole you for a hug. "Thanks, Lee. I'm gonna miss you all so, so much."

"She was proper crabbit this mornin'," your mam said with a sad smile of her own. "She cried, yelled at me, cried again, then walked into the door frame because she couldn't see through her tears."

"Maaaam!" You turned red as your teammates laughed. "That didn't happen!"

Kim ruffled your hair. "It's okay, sweetheart. You did that exact thing with a goalpost when you were younger."

You tried unsuccessfully to hold in your laughter. "Kimmy!"

Your mam grinned. "Nothin' I'd rather be doing during my last day as a gunner than making fun of Y/N with you all."

Unfortunately for you, that was all that you and your teammates did for the remainder of your time together. Make fun of you. Oh, to be the baby of the gunners.

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"I don't want you to leave," Kyra murmured, gripping your shoulders desperately as your flight was called. "You're like... my little sister."

You softened at the uncharacteristically wholesome confession, hugging the Aussie who you'd grown so close to tightly. "Keep in touch, Ky. We'll be sure to visit."

"You promise?" you'd never heard Kyra so vulnerable, not even when Australia had lost to England in the Semifinals and been knocked out of the World Cup.

"I promise. I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N."

It was Kim who scooped you up into a hug last, the Scotswoman practically having watched you grown up since your birth. Your second parent in the absence of your father.

"We'll miss you here, kiddo," she whispered in your ear as you tried to hold back tears. It was almost comical, the short Midfielder having to stand on her tippi toes to do so, barely able to reach you even as you leaned down to hear her. "You'd better call or I'm boardin' the nearest fly to San Francisco and takin' you back home."

You patted her on the back before pulling away, averting your eyes before you started bawling. "I will, Kimmy. I will."

As you and your mam boarded the plane, you shoved your fist into your mout to choke back a sob.

Sitting in your seat, the tearful goodbyes of your teammates echoed in your head. They hadn't wanted you to go, and you hadn't entirely wanted go either, torn between two sides, but you'd known this was the right decision. You'd stay with your mam, broadening your horizons and giving yourself more experience.

Staring out the window, you took in the landscape. The English landscape that you'd known your whole life, left behind as you started a new adventure in the United States.

As the plane took off, Leah's voice echoed in your head.

Once a gunner, always a gunner.

[snapdragoned]

I already have several dorms in Windflower Tech, but I felt the inexorable itch for another massive unnecessary build, so say hello to The Quad! It's a large mixed-use dorm lot with student accommodation, a dining hall, a student center/library, and a gym.

I wanted something all-in-one like The L, but that looked more like real university buildings versus an expensive apartment. It's a fake cul-de-sac with room for eight dormies, and it was a labor of love, let me tell you. And yes, I'm going to torture you with pictures of every inch of it.

[horsesarecreatures]

Portugese Sport Horse Mare

[craigslisthorses]

this is a "Friesian" for sale.

[callilemon]

True Blue

Say hello. It's you.

[stargirlsfc]

Alessia Russo during today's training session at London Colney

📸: David Price/Arsenal FC via Getty Images

[scaryscarecrows]

Jason thinks he must’ve said some things, when he was…when…after they found him. That’s the only explanation for the hovering. It’s just unnecessary. He is fine, he’s…well, he doesn’t actually think he’s had worse this time, but he is fine. Tired, and sore, and rattled, but he’ll live.

This means nothing, apparently.

Most of the time it’s just one or two, which, whatever. Jones has him on something that makes him very sleepy, so it doesn’t matter. And admittedly, he has attempted, maybe once or twice, to go against medical advice. That thing could still have been out there, he needed to be dealing with that.

(The less he thinks about it in terms of Joker and Bruce, the better off he is, and he didn’t need to deal with it, did he, because it fucking…never mind.)

Anyways, he has had what all involved parties agree is a babysitter since he woke up, and probably before that. Mostly it’s been Drouot, but sometimes it’s been one of the others. Clyde more than, say, Ages or Dylan, but there’s always been someone here when he’s awake. It’s somewhere between creepy, annoying, and touching.

Lately, now that he’s been awake more, it’s been more people. And any semblance of professionalism has been thrown out. Like now. Everyone is here, which is actually fine, because this is a productive meeting, but personal space is apparently for other people, because he’s got Dylan and Rogers on his damn bed and everyone else either leaning over him to see Rogers’ laptop, grab cups off the medical cart that’s been turned into a drink cart, or basically be annoying. He’s not sure if he likes this or not, but any complaints he’s made thus far have been ignored. He tried to pull rank a grand total of once, but Drouot told him bluntly that, “You’re incapacitated, which means I’m in charge, and I say it’s fine.”

This is not what he meant by incapacitated. He knows Drouot knows this. But there’s not much he can do about it, either.

(And, well, this is how he’s been allowed to obtain any information on anything, ever, because Jones ordered that he ‘keep his punk ass in bed or else’, and nobody had been willing to protest on his behalf.)

“Okay, okay, what have we got in the sewers?”

“The drone I sent down there got chomped by something,” Rogers says glumly. Jason grimaces.

“Don’t send anyone down there,” he says. “If there’s no more drones, just watch the exits.”

“Oh, Christ,” Drouot groans. “It’s not that thing from the blimp, is it?”

“It is.”

“Oh, come on–”

“Blimp?” Clyde zeroes in on them. “What do you mean, blimp? You said to ignore it.”

Ah.

“It wasn’t a problem then.”

“It was a little bit.”

“No it wasn’t, shut up.”

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

I Had This Feeling as I Was Falling

While the before had been pretty damn good, the after was arguably better.

Sweat long cooled on his skin, Rayla’s even breathing tickling his shoulder with one of his arms draped around her, chin on the curve of her horns… Callum truly couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

Rayla cracked an eye open and poked his hip. “What are you staring at?” she asked lazily, tucking further into his side.

“You,” he answered casually, honestly, because he could do that now. He did, appreciating everything about this girl he loved more than anything. Not only the… assets usually hidden under her clothes, but the way her heart beat firmly against him, how warm and soft she was despite her rough edges. How she presented herself to him, burns and scars and flaws and all. But they were evidence that she’d fought through hell and high water to get back to him, to protect him, and it only served to make Callum’s heart race faster. “You’re beautiful.” He nuzzled at her neck, grinning as she giggled and held his face there to extract another kiss he happily gave. “And I love you.”

Rayla raised an eyebrow and dramatically did spirit-fingers over the bruising marks on her neck. “Really?” she said with mock-surprise. “I never would’ve guessed!”

Callum grinned and leaned over to press his lips to one in a not-really-apology. Her smile was the sun and she’d been making the best sounds as he’d left them, only stopping him to drag him further down, so what was there to apologize for?

“I’m glad I came back,” she said softly, lacing their fingers together and nudging his face to hers.

He gazed at her through half-lidded eyes, gently nipping her bottom lip as she happily whimpered into his mouth.

“Me, too,” he agreed, hand skimming down her side to clutch her closer. Nevermind that they were both completely bare, the cuddles were hands-down the best.

These kisses were lazy, sloppy, nothing like the frenzied ones from earlier as clothing hastily fell to the floor. It didn’t stop Callum from holding Rayla flush against him, still not nearly close enough, circling an arm around her as she gripped at his chin, her slick, hot mouth parting against his. He rolled to lie a bit over her, bodies pressed close tight. They didn’t break apart until she was gasping for breath and detaching herself from him.

Rayla’s eyes sparkled as she playfully shoved him off of her, arms looping together and the chandelier sparkling above.

Callum sighed, reveling in the silence and Rayla next to him and dreading getting up for the flight to the Moon Nexus tomorrow. They probably had time for more… activities, but both their eyes were drooping, bodies sweat-soaked, and the hammock probably in dire need of being changed or washed.

“Ray?” he asked, tracing from her jawline to her collarbone, resting his head there eventually. If they were going to be connected, open and honest, he at least owed her making his curiosity known. “Can I ask you something?”

Her fingers dug through his hair to scratch his scalp, humming against him contentedly. “Anything.”

Callum picked his head up and propped it up on his hand to look at her. “Um, why did you come back? You don’t have to tell me, obviously, but it’s… bugged me.” He forced himself to go quiet, to stop filling the silence and leave it open for her if or when she was ready.

Rayla glanced away from him, gently taking his hand from her waist and moving it to lie between them, clasping it tightly. “I don’t know if it’s an answer you want. I mean, it probably is, but… it’s ugly. I don’t like that part of me.”

“Well, I like every part of you,” Callum said as gently as possible, stroking his thumb over her markings. “You’re here now, and that means it’ll all be okay. We can get through anything.”

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[ouch-that-hurt]

Instagram requests, where I’m more active @hawwkeyfanboy

1. Side braids Moritz Sieder

2. AU where players who are/were on the njd retain demonic traits, which appear when they’re emotional (demon njd au with Ryan graves)

3. Sergei & Andrei goalie fight

4. Slaf and Arber animal crossing AU

[track2hack]

09.02.2025

Managed to have a decent 15-20 minute ride at pony club this morning before my ankle called it quits, probably some of the nicest canter transitions Ed’s done! Had an absolute hoot watching the other adults go over the new cross country jumps (that’s my 58yo mother jumping her first solid 65!!), I’m still baffled how mum ended up with the eventer and not me 🤣🤷‍♀️🤩🙌

Hay all cut and baled today too, got roughly 275 bales off about 3/4s of the paddock! All put away in the sheds too, started about 3pm and just finished now so pretty damn good to get it all done today! 💪

NO criticism/const.crit pls, my mama is working very closely with our pony club coaches 🙏