#High cort

[painted-bees]

if the Hi-Note trio did visual arts instead of music, what would their styles be? what kinds of mediums would they favor?

Raf would be some high artist with the big expensive gallery shows at the guggenheim, curator mother from big $$$ family, selling to ultra rich buyers lmao Some kind of high-concept abstract body of work, in various mediums...

Margie would be a grafitti artist with a love for anime and comic books, producing compositions inspired by the music she listens to. She'd want to do her murals legally, but more often than not, her canvases are obtained via trasspassing, and her works considered vandalism. No matter how gorgeous and lovingly painted.

Tess would enjoy it all, but specifically she would enjoy facilitating a marriage between Raf and Margie's body of work into a truely remarkable, endless collaboration that could be enjoyed by any who wish to enjoy it; unpurchasable, never to be hidden away in the darkness of a private collection.

[madebysimblr]

[laughter]

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[little toddler laughs joining in]

Summer: Oh! Hi there! Hi sweetheart! Where's your parents?

Juliana: You pretty!!

Summer: Oh that's so nice of you, so are you!

Juliana: [giggles]

Summer: Do you need help finding your parents?

Anita: Oh joy.

Graham: Damn, forgot she still lived in the area. Summer her mom's right there.

Summer: Hmm? Oh! Of course. Hi, Gemma.

Gemma: [panting] J-Juli! You d-don't run away from M-mommy!

Juliana: Sorry, Mama.

Gemma: [sighs] Please don't do it again, ok??

Juliana: Oki.

Gemma: [catching breath] Uh. Hi Summer. Would you mind picking her up and handing her to me? I don't want to slip on the ice.

Summer: Sure, no worries.

Gemma: Thank you… Oh, hi Graham! Oh are you two dating again? I always thought you were such a sweet couple!

Graham: Uh. No. And I've just remembered I've got somewhere to be. Good to see you Summer. Later.

Summer: Yeah nice to see you!

Gemma: I'm so sorry!

Summer: Oh it's no big deal. This is Grey, my boyfriend. Grey, this is Gemma! Friend from high school! And this is Juliana right?? She's gotten so big, time really flies huh?

Gemma: Yes. Nice to meet you, Grey.

Grey: [nods] She's precious.

Summer: She really is! Well, we won't keep you. We need to catch a flight anyway.

Grey: So… You want some of those. Right?

Summer: Some yes.

Grey: Wanna try to make one when we get home?

[Gemma sighs wistfully]

Juliana: Mama! Hungree!!

Gemma: Yes sweetie, lets go home….

[qursidae]

Kyoko's counterpart; Joana 🥋 She's a famous Brazilian MMA fighter about to retire and will be Kyoko's trainer

I made her so handsome I swoon every time I look at her 😩

[Carrd 🃏]

[letterboxd-loggd]

Heathers (1989) Michael Lehmann

September 5th 2024

[beadickel]

Minha estranha história com Pretty Little Liars

Oiê! Tudo bem com vocês? Nesse momento, tô sentada na sacada aqui do apartamento onde moro com a minha mãe. Não sei até quando vou continuar aqui, já que o apê está a venda, mas por que não escrever esse post na sacada? Hehe, enfim, vamos ao que interessa: minha estranha história com PLL!

Conheci a série de TV, Pretty Little Liars, lá em 2015 ou 2016, mais ou menos. Nesse tempo, praticamente todas as meninas da outra turma do colégio (com quem eu interagia mais) eram fãs e adoravam conversar sobre. Todo o mistério envolvendo A e o desaparecimento de Alison me interessavam, até, porém nunca fiz muita questão de ir atrás. Em 2017, porém, isso mudou. Assisti a primeira temporada pela Netflix, e simplesmente amei! Comecei a 2°, mas... nunca terminei.

Realmente não sei o que rolou, se enjoei ou algo assim, mas simplesmente não assisti mais.

O tempo passou, e agora vamos para 2021. Eu não tinha o Amazon Prime ainda, então só teria acesso ao frete grátis em compras acima de 100 reais. Assim, passei um tempo selecionando livros que tinh interesse e que somassem esses 100 reais, já que recentemente eu tinha conseguido juntar essa quantia.

Em meio às minhas pesquisas, achei Maldosas, o primeiro volume de Pretty Little Liars. A primeira coisa que me chamou a atenção foi a doll na capa, que é lindíssima, hehehe. Eu não sabia que PLL era originalmente um livro, então me interessei em saber da história mais aprofundada.

Enfim, os livros chegaram (entre Maldosas estava A Garota das Laranjas 💚, Corte de Espinhos e Rosas e o primeiro volume da trilogia do verão da mesma autora de para todos os garotos que já amei - não lembro o nome). Naquela época, eu estava num momento beeeeeem fragilizado, foi a segunda vez dentro de praticamente um ano que uma pessoa que eu amava muito veio a falecer, então ao mesmo tempo que eu não queria fazer nada, queria me distrair com leituras que me levassem a outro mundo.

Enfim, li Maldosas e.... eu detestei. Juro, fiquei tão decepcionada.... lembro que até fiz uma resenha no skoob, falando como achei o livro com um aspecto de "prólogo infinito", porque a impressão que tive era que nada acontecia. É claro que eu ainda tinha em mente o que lembrava da produção audiovisual, então passava a maior parte do tempo comparando as coisas (principalmente o fato de que na série as coisas "andavam", diferente do livro...). Fiquei bem decepcionada.

O tempo passou, e então fomos para metade de 2022, mais ou menos. Eu e minha mãe tínhamos assinado o Prime, então conseguimos o acesso ao frete grátis e aos filmes e séries, o que era super animador. Então, num belo dia, estava eu plenamente passeando pela Amazon quando encontrei o 2° volume de PLL, Impecáveis, por 9 REAIS. Eu fiquei tipo MEU DEUS?? E então comprei 👍

Vou admitir que sou assim.... não consigo abandonar séries de livros. Isso acontece com Fallen (o que daria outro post quilométrico), que primeiramente odiei e depois se tornou uma das minhas séries favoritas! Eu te amo, Tormenta (2° volume), eu te amo.

Enfim, comecei a ler Impecáveis.... e eu não parei mais. Simplesmente me apaixonei demais, não conseguia largar o livro! Não lembro muito de tudo que aconteceu na história, mas foi uma experiência muito legal.

E então, fui atrás das outras duas continuações, Perfeitas e Inacreditáveis, fechando, assim a primeira "parte" dos livros de Pretty Little Liars. E como o 2° volume, acabei me apaixonando pelo 3° e 4° também!

Acho que muito do meu interesse nas continuações era porque eu realmente não lembrava mais dos acontecimentos da série, e também porque não assisti aos episódios referentes aos livros que li.

Uma coisa que não gosto é a demora e lentidão para algumas coisas acontecerem, mas fora isso, amo essa série de livros 💗

É claro que eu já tentei ir atrás de Perversas, o 5° livro, porém fiquei me fresqueando tanto pra comprar na Amazon (estava por 15 reais!) que quando finalmente fui atrás, já estava 35! Fiquei de cara, e muito chateada.

Mas aí, chegou a aventura no sebo, sábado passado, com a Rafa e a Nat. Lá, encontrei vários livros legais, incluindo as continuações de PLL!!! Pelo menos as próximas 4, que fecham a segunda parte da série literária. Assim, comprei Perversas e Destruidoras, cada um por literalmente 10 reais.

Estou lendo Perversas (depois de terminar Puxa que Bruxa e abandonar pela 56° vez a biografia do meu mano Santos Dumont), e estou amando demais. Juro, gente, eu to AMANDO tanto essa série!!! Acho que a última vez que gostei tanto de ler uma série foi lá no final de 2020 e início de 2021, que li Minha Vida Fora de Série inteira pela primeira vez (do 1° ao 4°, praticamente um atrás do outro).

Enfim, gente, é isso. Se você leu tudo e chegou até aqui, meus sinceros parabéns. Nunca acho que alguém vá ler por completo todos os textões aleatórios que posto aqui, mas sabe, gosto tanto de escrever no Tumblr hehehe.

E é isso, meus caros. Até a próxima com mais posts de livros, minhas histórias, desenhos ou bonecas, hehehe!

[onceuponbook]

se não quer ajudar, atrapalhe!

esse é meu gatinho super carente pedindo atenção

[p0orbaby]

Could you do a blurb for alexia and reader and their daughters first bday? so fluffy it rottens my teeth

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You’re standing in the kitchen, staring at the cake. It’s a two-tier monstrosity with pink icing and miniature elephants, because apparently, your daughter loves elephants. This is an assumption since she’s only one and her favourite activity seems to be slamming her tiny fists against the table and screaming at the Peppa Pig theme song. You glance over at Alexia, who’s meticulously arranging balloons into some sort of Pinterest-inspired arch. It’s tragic, really, because the balloons are deflating faster than her patience.

“You know she won’t remember any of this, right?” you say, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching her struggle with a particularly rebellious balloon.

Alexia doesn’t look up. “It’s not for her,” she mutters, teeth gritted, “it’s for us. And the photos. For the grandparents. You know”

You do know. The grandparents, who’ll scrutinise every detail, subtly implying that the cake should’ve been homemade and the balloons should’ve been organic or something. You glance at the clock. Two hours until the guests arrive. Two hours until you’re knee-deep in small talk with people you barely tolerate, discussing the milestones of babies that are all the same. They roll over, they laugh, they scream, and then they eat something they shouldn’t.

Speaking of, the baby—your baby—is currently sitting in her high chair, aggressively smearing mashed banana across her face like it’s avant-garde war paint. You sigh. At least she’s quiet for once. There’s a moment of eerie calm, like you’re in the eye of a storm. It won’t last. You sip your coffee, which is lukewarm and bitter, and stare at the pile of gifts in the corner of the room.

“Why do people insist on wrapping things for a one-year-old?” you ask, more to yourself than Alexia. “She’s going to eat the paper. And cry. In that order”

Alexia finally gives up on the balloon arch. “You’re right,” she says, walking over and inspecting the cake like it might explode. “But they want to feel like they contributed something. Everyone’s desperate to be relevant in a baby’s life”

You nod, because that’s exactly it. The party isn’t for the baby, or for you, or even Alexia. It’s for all these people who want to feel like they’ve done something. Like attending a one-year-old’s birthday party is some kind of moral achievement. A gold star for being a functional human.

The doorbell rings, far too early for guests, which means it’s probably your neighbour, Carol, who always shows up with unsolicited advice on baby care, as though she invented parenting. You open the door, and sure enough, it’s Carol, holding a gift bag that screams I bought this on sale at El Corte Inglés.

“Thought I’d come early to help,” she says, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. Her eyes scan the room, resting on the cake. “Oh, you didn’t make it yourself?”

“Bought it,” you say, deadpan. “From the shop. With money”

Carol doesn’t laugh, doesn’t even blink. “Ah, well, the important thing is she’ll enjoy it. At this age, it’s all about the memories”

You glance at your daughter, now vigorously attempting to fling the banana off her high chair.

“She won’t remember this,” you say, but Carol’s already unpacking her baby advice, Alexia’s gone back to fighting with the balloons, and you’re suddenly wondering why you didn’t just fake an illness and cancel the entire thing.

“Happy birthday,” you mutter, to no one in particular.

[communitypoolswimlessons]

Thank you your highness we all say in unison as, once again, the Tall Claims Cort gives us the best hermitcraft episodes of the season

[shelbgrey]

Okay, hello! I love your work so much and wanted to make a request (if they're open let me know if I've been too rude to you dear) for "being Isabella Swan's big/little sister and being Jasper Cullen's mate." BECAUSE, at first he tried to repress that feeling by acting weird around her, and she hated the way he wrinkled his nose every time he saw her. Another thing, she grew up in Forka with Charlie... That's it, I'm sorry if I threw this too hard in your lap 😔. Kisses 💗

Being Bella's big sister and dating Jasper Hale headcanons

Paring: Jasper Hale X Swan!Reader

A/n: thank you for the request and don't feel bad for requesting, I always love writing for Twilight.

Main master list Emmett cullen story

So first off, I think thst you being Bella's older sister and living with Charlie kinda changes the story a bit. First off there's something special about you, but you living with humans all your life none notices.

You were about two when your parents devorced so when it came to living situations you stayed with your father.

You met the Cullens before Bella even showed up. Like everyone else at Forks High to took notice to the family. You weren't upsets with figuring out their background like everyone else though.

Your first day meeting Jasper was his first day in your history class. The only empty seat left was next to you.

He hesitated as he sat down next you. When he did he tensed up and turned his nose away. You glared at him wanting to know what his problem was. When the bell rang he was out in a flash.

The next few days he didn't show up. When he did he remained silent but didn't turn his nose like you stunk.

Instead of turning his nose away he would silently look at you then turn away before he would get cought. This went on through out the class. You would look at him then look away before he noticed.

The first words you actually exchange words till you had to work on a history project together.

“your name is y/n Swan right?” he asked. You nodded immediately falling for his southern accent. “yeah, and your Jasper”

He smiled slightly. “sorry for being so rued last week” you shrugged. “not a big deal, we all have bad days”

You guys continued to talk and he quickly got comfortable talking to you. He started to fall for everything about you. He knew you were his mate but he started finding small and big details about you that made him enternally thankful it was you.

Jasper took another aproch than his dear brother when it came to relationships. He 'corted' you by becoming friends with you first, you actually became best friends. As your relationship grew you became close to his siblings too, especially rose.

Your first date was the movies and suprisenly you guys just sat there for two hours laughing at the gore in the horror movie you picked.

After your first date he confessed to being a vampire and to his reilef you didn't freak out. He was so scared that you would leave him but he didn't want to lie to you.

“I understand if your scared... But I didn't want to start our relationship with a lie”

I immediately wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight. “I don't care, I still want to be with you”

You started officially dating about a month before Bella showed up.

You don't get along with Bella or your mother, so let's just say you weren't thrilled when you found out she was moving to forks.

During the time she started to settle in at home with you and Charlie you spent more time with Jasper and his family. You told Jasper that you two never got along and the hate and neglect your mother caused you.

The first time Bella saw Jasper is when he was picking you up for school. She kept pushing on who he was but you bairly awnsered. “he's my boyfriend, bella”

Dispite Bella and Edward dealing with their problems you and Jasper have a very strong relationship.

You two may not have much in common but that doesn't mean you two don't show interest in each other's Passions.

Your a movie nerd so he'll happily watch any movie with you. He's a history buff and he's was around for most of it so if he wants to talk about something you'll always there to listen.

Speaking of history, it didn't take long for him to open up about him training new borns and Maria using him.

He's very gentle with you at first, he would hate himself if he ever hurt you, but later on in the relationship he's more confident and isn't afraid to touch you as much.

Speaking of which, his kisses are always full of passion and love. His favorite place to kiss you is on your forehead beacuse of how much taller he is than you.

He's always holding your hand. He always needs to be touching you and needs to be close to you. Emmett teases him for being Clingy but it's mostly just an anxiety thing, especially if he's around Humans he needs to ground himself by holding your hand or his arms around you.

If your wondering, Charlie loves him. At first he thought Jasper was weird(much like Edward) but he appreciated how kind and and well mannered he was. He knew he could trust Jasper with you.

Through your relationship with Jasper you had also gained a best friend through Rosalie and Emmett.

Rosalie loved you immediately and took you under her wing. Alice is a loyal friend but your not thst close.

Carlisle and Esme are like your second parents and they love you like your part of the family.

During the events of New Moon Jasper refused to break your heart. He knew that was Edward's plan with Bella, but he's not Edward. Yes they did move but you two stayed in contact. He would call you every day and you'll see each other on weekends.

He came to your graduation during the time the whole family moved then proposed to you a few months later.

Your wedding was unfortunately put on hold due to the who new-born army. It didn't bother you, you understood under the circumstances but Jasper was furious with not only Bella but Edward too. It wasn't their fault, he knew that, but then again Bella made it all about her and ignored the fact the vampires were after you too.

During the battle you were hurt causing Jasper to turn you. He didn't want to and he blamed himself for fighting instead of protecting you.

You loved being a vampire and never once blamed him. And it's a good thing he had experience with New-borns beacuse he was with you every step of the way during your transition.

You had your wedding about four months before Edward and Bella's. You went to Memphis for your honeymoon and stayed out till it was time to go home for the other wedding.

Oh I forgot to mention, Bree survived and since you were now an adult you and Jasper adopted her as your own. Your amazing parents and you three make an adorable family.

Later on in life and when everything was peaceful, no one dying or fighting, you two adpot two twins. They were both infants and needed loving parents.

Jasper is very loving husband and even if being a vampire is hard sometimes you wouldn't change your life for anything.

[an6elic-d3vil]

ur a fucking abuser sympathizer. this fandom has no place for trash like you. i hope you fucking die you tamtard🤮 honestly thinking that tampon is a good person after everything he put Feyre threw shows me how dumb you are😂 after everything he wouldnt even let Feyre be high lady! but Rhys gave it to her like that. didnt even let teach her to read n write and he abused her! but your so blinded by that fucking fiddle. he never tried to help her with nightmares! he destroyed his own cort and he deserves what he got

It's late so I'm going to sleep but bitch rest assured I WILL be back for you tomorrow.

[chaotic-toasters]

Gone (2)

So both parts of this have been out on Wattpad, I just felt like waiting a bit to post this one so you all could suffer 😈

Cortnee Vine x Reader

Arsenal Women x Reader

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"Cort? Are you in there?" Charlotte joked, waving her hand in front of Cortnee's face. "You left for sec."

"Yeah, sorry, what were you sayin', babes?"

"You ready for the match tomorrow?"

The winger racked her brain. "Against..."

"Arsenal! How have you forgotten? We've literally never played them before."

"Oh, right," Cortnee shook her head.  "It slipped my mind."

"You're so forgetful sometimes," Charlotte smiled fondly. "Aren't you excited to see Y/N?"

Y/N. Just hearing your name sent pangs of guilt through Cortnee's empty heart.

"Yeah, of course," she lied. "I'm always excited to see her."

The duo sat in silence, both occupied by their own thoughts.

"Hey, Char?" Cortnee said suddenly. "Could you ever imagine a life without me?"

Charlotte was quiet for a moment. "No. I need you. Why?"

"Just asking."

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"Hi, girls," you forced a smile onto your face as you slipped into the changing room. "We ready to face Sydney?"

"Yup," Katie patted you on the back uncharacteristically softly as you sat down at your cubby. "Ye' ready?"

"Mhm," you pulled your shirt over your head, missing the way Kim and Steph shared a look. "I'm excited."

Katie snorted, ignoring the way that the rest of your teammates glared at her. "Coulda fooled me."

"I am excited."

Stina silently intervened, pulling the door open and ushering Jonas inside to do his pre-match talk. "Quiet down, girls."

Jonas raised his eyebrows at the thin layer of awkwardness in the room. "Everybody alright?"

"Yes. Go ahead, Jonas."

"Okay, so..."

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"Y/N," Kim grabbed your arm just before you left the changing room. "Wait a minute."

"What is it, Kimmy?" you asked, eyes darting to the side where Steph was standing with her arms crossed.

The Scot sat on the bench, gesturing for you to do the same. "Ye' trust me, don't ye'?"

You nodded instantly. "Yes."

"I hope ye' understand that Steph informed me of yer' current... situation with Cortnee Vine," the captain stated apologetically. "Regardless of how ye' feel about that, ye' need to let me or Jonas know if ye' can't play today."

"Steph!" you hissed, standing up quickly. "I told you all of that because I trusted you! I don't want this getting out."

The defender's gaze never wavered. "Do you think we'd let something like this get out? I was your captain. Kim is your captain. We care about you as both a player and a person. If you can't play in today's game because the emotions are too high, then don't play. You're more important than football."

You clenched your jaw, reluctantly backing down and returning your gaze to Kim. "I'll tell you if I need to come off. Can I go now?"

"Yeah. Go ahead."

As soon as you were out the door, Kim sighed. "She's not gonna tell me shit."

"No, she won't," Steph agreed. "We'll just have to keep an eye on her. I'll let Lia and Stina know."

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Cortnee's eyes flicked to the left, pursing her lips as you slipped into the line of Gunners next to her.

It was as if you knew she was watching you, automatically diverting your gaze to look anywhere but at her.

She decided to just try talking to you. "Y/N—"

"Not now, Viney," Kyra whispered, reaching over to pat the winger on the shoulder. "Later."

Cortnee turned away, deciding to just sulk in silence. The two of you hadn't spoken since the incident, and it was killing her inside. She missed you. A lot.

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"Ow, fuck," you groaned, stretching out your leg as the whistle blew. "Fuck, that hurt."

Mackenzie Hawkesby extended her hand, offering you an apologetic smile as she pulled you to your feet. "Sorry, mate."

"S'alright," you answered gruffly. "Let's get back to it."

"Y/N—" Cortnee stopped short as you swiftly turned around. "Y/N, can we talk after this?"

You shook your head, jogging into position as Katie prepared to take the free kick. You didn't need any distractions.

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"WHY YE' TAKIN' THE PISS?!" Katie's booming shout was the first thing you heard after going down for the tenth time in fifteen minutes. "WHAT ARE YE' TRYIN' TO DO? KILL HER?"

Charlotte Mclean only shook her head, backing up slightly. "It was an accident."

"Katie," Kim's stern voice filled your ears next. "Leave it be. We don't need ye' gettin' a yellow."

You rolled over, clutching your ankle with a whimper as blood flowed quickly and freely down the side of your face.

"Y/N," Steph pressed a hand to the wound on your head, other hand resting on your back as you went limp from exhaustion (and maybe blood loss). "Y/N, don't move. The medics are coming."

"You'll get yer' arse over here if ye' know what's good for ye'," Katie growled, pulling against Lia and Kim. "Thinkin' ye' can just hurt Y/N like that? Think again."

Your eyes subconsciously drifted over to where she stood, taking in the way Cortnee was frozen in fear as she stared at the big screen.

It was replaying the moment in which Charlotte had timed her tackle wrong, hitting you square in the ankle and causing you to fly forwards and into the goalpost.

It spurred Cortnee into action, the winger darting over and shoving her own girlfriend out of anger. "What the hell, Charlotte?! Look at what you did! Look at Y/N! You fucking hurt her!"

Charlotte looked aghast. "It was an accident! And why the hell are you taking her side? I'm your girlfriend! Not her!"

"I wish she was!" Cortnee snapped before slapping a hand over her mouth.

You suddenly sat up, injuries forgotten as blood dripped down the side of your face. "Really?"

"LAY BACK DOWN!" Kim and Steph yelled, both pairs of hands shoving you onto your back.

"Y/N, where are we?" an Arsenal medic you didn't remember arriving asked you.

Cortnee took that as an opportunity to get away, apologizing to her manager before taking off into the tunnel.

"At the Emirates," you responded immediately, maneuvering yourself so that no blood would stian your jersey. "I don't have a concussion, mate."

"Well—"

Lotte peered over his shoulder. "She looks fine to me."

"Lotte, no," Kim protested. "Ye' had stitches all down the middle of yer' forehead and said ye' were fine. Ye' don't get a say in this."

"I do!" you objected, closing your left eye just before the crimson droplets could get into it. "It's my decision because I'minjured and I am me. And I say that I'm fine! I just need a bandage and then I'm good to go."

"Why is it bleedin' so much?" Kim sucked in a breath as more medics ran onto the field with a stretcher. "That's way too much blood just for a collision with a goalpost."

One of the medics shook their head as you shoved everybody off you and stood. "I don't—"

Their voice was cut off by the sudden ringing in your ears, hitting you at the same time the dizziness did. You keeled over, someone quickly catching you before you hit the ground.

In a panic, Steph tapped your clean cheek in an attempt to get you to respond. Unfortunately, you were already passed out, concussion symptoms making a delayed appearance but hitting you full force nonetheless.

Had you been conscious, you would have heard the cries of both the crowd and your teammates as you fell. You would have noticed the look of worry on Katie's usually smug face. You would have seen Kim's uncharacteristically terrified face. Seen Kyra hiding her face in Caitlin's shoulder. Seen Jonas sprinting onto the pitch with paramedics in tow.

Another thing that you weren't aware of was the paramedics telling your teammates that it wasn't a concussion. They weren't sure what yet, but it was something much worse.

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The waiting room was eerily silent, each and every player lost in their own thoughts as they waited for updates on your condition.

The game had been called off, both Kim and the Sydney FC captain wanting to follow you to the hospital.

Everyone had arrived at roughly the same time, storming into A&E and demanding to know what was going on.

A doctor had quickly informed them that you were suffering from an epidural hematoma and rushed to surgery.

No one had spoken since then, afraid that if another word was uttered it wouldn't end well.

It was simply a waiting game, the only sound being the ticking off the analog clock on the wall.

Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes into hours. Some of the players fell asleep, while other forced their eyes open in hopes that you'd be out of surgery soon. It didn't work, and most drifted off with their worries still at the forefront of their thoughts.

It wasn't until early the next morning when a doctor would finally enter the room, clipboard in hand. "Family of Y/N—"

Everyone snapped awake, Kim shooting to her feet at her words. "Yes, that's us. What's going on?"

"Y/N Y/L/N was fortunate enough to not incur any permanent brain damage or go into a coma," the doctor assured with a smile. "She'll make a full recovery."

Cortnee breathed a sigh of relief from the corner of the room, wiping away a few stray tears as all of the other girls cheered quietly.

"Thank you, doctor," Kim's relief was evident. "Can we see her?"

"One at a time. She's very disoriented right now and it wouldn't be good to overwhelm her."

All eyes turned to Cortnee who only shook her head. "Doc just said not to overwhelm her. I don't think it would be a good idea right now."

"I'll go then," Steph declared, standing up. "Kim, you should go next. I think you need it more than her."

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"Hey, kiddo," Steph's voice was gentle as she sat on the chair next to the bed. She reached over to grab your hand. "How are you feeling, love?"

"Hey, Stephy," your eyes were shut, voice hoarse. "My head kinda hurts."

She smiled, just happy that you were alright. "I figured. You scared us, you know."

"'M sorry," you murmured, tugging Steph's hand closer. "Is anybody else here, or just you?"

She scoffed lightly. "Kid, everyone is here. Jonas is here, Kim is here, Katie is here... the whole team is here. So are the Sydney girls."

"Is Cortnee here?"

Steph faltered. "Y‐yeah. She doesn't want to come in, though. Doesn't think it's a good time."

"Okay," you mumbled, unsure of whether to be disappointed or relieved. "Did we win?"

"We called off the game," the defender said. "We were too worried."

"Oh."

"I'm gonna head out, kid. Kim's next. I think she needs to see you more than you need to see her."

You chuckled. "True."

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"Hey, Cort?" Charlotte's voice was hesitant. "I—"

She stopped short as her and Cortnee locked eyes. A sort of mutual understanding passed between them. No more words were spoken, but they seemed to come to an agreement. It hadn't been clear to either of them before, but now it made sense. They loved each other, but they hadn't been in love for quite some time.

They had thought that they were soulmates, and they weren't completely wrong, but they weren't completely right either. They were platonic soulmates. They cared deeply for each other, but they weren't meant to be together.

Maybe this wasn't what Cortnee had expected, but she wasn't complaining. All that was left was for her to convince you to give her a chance. If she succeeded, she was golden.

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"Kimmy?" you questioned.

"Yeah, kiddo?" the skipper's voice was less shaky now.

"Can— can you call Cortnee in? I want to see her."

Kim was silent. "Are ye' sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay, kiddo," the Scot patted your uninjured leg. "But if it gets too much, then I want you to tell her to leave. You can't be overwhelmed right now, and this isn't a great idea, but I trust you."

True to her word, she left, the door shutting behind her before it swung open a minute later to reveal the redhead who had been on your mind since you'd woken up. "Hey, Cort."

"Hey, Y/N," the winger hesitantly sat down at your beside, offering her hand which you took without a second thought. "I— I was worried about you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I— I missed you," she admitted. "Listen, what I said yesterday on that pitch— I meant it. Char and I— well, we kind of... we, um... we broke up."

The dull ache in your head paused, brain disconnecting at Cortnee's words. "Huh?"

"We ended it on good terms," Cortnee swallowed, forcing herself to keep going despite the cowardly urge to shut the fuck up and sprint out of the room. "She understood that—that I love you. You were my best friend, Y/N. I cared for you, but I didn't realize that the love I had for you wasn't platonic. I didn't realize that the love I had for Char wasn't romantic. It was the opposite."

Her confession was everything you'd ever wanted (other than having an almost fatal brain injury in the process), but now that it was happening, you could barely form the words to respond. "I—I love you too."

"Are you sure?"

You snorted. "What, do you want me to say, 'SIKE!' I WAS JUST KIDDING!'?

"No, no, no," she shook her head quickly. "I just want to make sure it's not the epidural hemahema whatever it's called talking."

You snickered.

"What? I'm not a doctor!"

"I'm sure, Cort," you smiled at her, reaching up to pat her cheek. "I love you. Always have, always will."

"That's sweet." She smiled back at you.

You waited. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"You gonna kiss me now or you just gonna stare at me?"

"Oh," Cortnee blushed. "Can I kiss you?"

"Are you deaf? I just said yes."

"Oh," she said again. "Oh."

You rolled your eyes, grabbing her by the front of her jersey and pulling her into a kiss. "You're an idiot sometimes, you know that?"

She grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, but now I'm your idiot."

"Yeah, you are. Put that on your Twitter bio, will ya?"

"Of course, love. Now get some rest."

"Love you."

"Love you too, Y/N."

"Oh, and one more thing," you said, grabbing her by the wrist just before she turned around. "FIFA declined my request to switch national teams."

Her grin became impossibly wider. "Really?"

"Yeah. Some dumb legal shit."

She squeezed your hand happily. "I love dumb legal shit."

"Me too, Cort. Me too."

[painted-bees]

Hey what made you decide to create and write about the cortes blorbos? I agree with everyone saying they feel very real and alive and I wished I could meet them in real life.

The Hi-Note trio exists because mental illness won lmao Thank you for loving them ; v; <3

[madebysimblr]

Sorella: [breathy] Not that I'm complaining, but don't you have a flight to catch?

Alex: I've got time. Why? Got someone else coming by later?

Sorella: [laughs] There's no one else. Thought you might have changed your plans. Stay another night, maybe.

Alex: [sighs heavily] If I could I would.

Sorella: I know. Can't blame me for trying?

Alex: Not even a little.

Sorella: Do I even dare ask when I can see you again?

Alex: Soon. I know you hate that answer. But I promise that the next time I'll be here longer. A week at least.

Sorella: A week sounds good… Still got time before you have to leave?

Alex: A bit, but probably not for that.

Sorella: Just would have to be quick.

Alex: Mmm… I'll run to make the gate.

Envy: Oo-la-la! Should I turn on a fan? I see it's getting hot in here!

Sorella sighs defeatedly

[viajandopelomar]

🇧🇷 o texto em pt br estará lá em baixo

Rereading some passages from acotar, I just found out that there are half-fae in Velaris. Rhsyand found some after he took over and brought them in, providing shelter (my headcanon is that they are probably the less fortunate people, from those buildings on Nesta's block. No way they are high fae, and now that I know there are people there with human blood, it's so... "wow, it all makes sense"). He also says that he couldn't just give shelter to everyone because Velaris is hidden, he couldn't announce it, and people wouldn't go to the night court just because the high lord called them, would they? The night has always been despicable.

I also found out that YES, THERE ARE HUMANS WITH MAGIC IN THE WORLD OF PRYTHIAN. RARE, BUT THERE ARE! THOSE WITH DISTANT FAIRY BLOOD!! The rare worldbuilding we have in Acotar... And it's all wasted because it's just stuff that's mentioned... Where were these humans with the power to resist in the war (the recent one)?

Information taken directly from chapter 20 of ACOWAR.

We also have libraries rich in knowledge being burned with all the books because they didn't want the humans (slaves) to evacuate, but I don't know where these libraries were. I imagine Rhysand is talking about the territories closest to human lands, maybe even those kingdoms on the continent... It's such shallow information that it leaves more room for questioning than anything else 🤡. I went looking for information and found more scoop. Splendid, Sarah Gmails.

I put several random tags so that more people can see it.

🇧🇷 Relendo alguns trechos de acotar, acabei de descobrir que há semifeericos em Velaris. Rhsyand encontrou alguns depois que assumiu e os trouxe para dentro, fornecendo abrigo (headcanon é que eles provavelmente são as pessoas menos afortunadas, daqueles prédios no quarteirão de Nesta. De jeito nenhum eles são fae altos, e agora que eu sei que há pessoas lá com sangue humano, é tão... "uau, tudo faz sentido"). Ele também diz que não poderia simplesmente dar abrigo a todos porque Velaris está escondido, ele não poderia anunciar, e as pessoas não iriam para a corte noturna só porque o alto senhor as chamou, iriam? A noite sempre foi desprezível.

Eu também descobri que SIM, HÁ HUMANOS COM MAGIA NO MUNDO DE PRYTHIAN. RAROS, MAS HÁ! AQUELES COM SANGUE DE FADA DISTANTE!! A rara construção de mundo que temos em Acotar... E é tudo desperdiçado porque é só coisa que é mencionada... Onde estavam esses humanos com o poder de resistir na guerra (a recente)?

Informações retiradas diretamente do capítulo 20 de ACOWAR.

Também temos bibliotecas ricas em conhecimento sendo queimadas com todos os livros porque eles não queriam que os humanos (escravos) evacuassem, mas não sei onde essas bibliotecas estavam. Imagino que Rhysand esteja falando sobre os territórios mais próximos das terras humanas, talvez até mesmo aqueles reinos no continente... É uma informação tão superficial que deixa mais espaço para questionamentos do que qualquer outra coisa 🤡. Fui procurar informações e encontrei mais furos. Esplêndido, Sarah Gmails.

Colocando várias tags pra que mais pessoas vejam, bom dia.

[cheddar-baby]

i really hope whenever i find some fetish blog or adjacent type thing that people don't assume im making fun of the person. I truly get so inspired and full of pure unbridled joy finding people who have such laser focused and high effort dedication to one specific thing, sexual or not. They are putting out literal high art performance pieces in their homes and its genuinely inspiring to see. What some of these people do for fun in their free time is up there in my mind with huge artists like matthew barney, cindy sherman, alex da corte (not implying they make fetish work but its adjacent aesthetically). I don't believe that art being tied to sexuality or sexual pleasure lessens it or makes it not worth appreciating on its own merits. Some people get hung up on that but if you can look past someone having a hard on while filming you'll find a lot of really beautiful gems in the world.

[alpaca-clouds]

What are Minstrels, Jesters and Bards?

Keeping it up with me rambling about the middle ages and fantasy, let me talk about one of the things that seems to confuse a lot of people - especially because most fantasy media just kinda mixes this one up. The difference between Minstrels, Jesters and Bard. Given that all the words are so often used interchangably. But, indeed, there is a big difference, if we look at it from a historical perspective.

The very, very basic differentiation is like this:

A Bard was a Celtic song writer and storyteller

A Minstrel was a medieval travelling singer, poet, acrobat and storyteller

A Jester was a medieval singer, poet, acrobat and storyteller working at a cort. In the late medieval time they were more acrobats and people telling jokes though.

Also there is Troubadoures, who were mostly singers and storytellers at the courts.

Let me talk a bit about the different groups in detail, though.

Bards

Bard as a word comes specifically from the Gaelic word for "poet", which basically tells us most about them. as with so many things concerning the celts, the early history of them is not very well known. We do know, though, that they played a certain role within the Gaelic and Welsh societies both in keeping the oral history of the societies alive, as well as celebrating chiefs and warriors with their songs. Other than other aspects of Celtic societies, the bards did remain for a long while into the medieval period, though how the societies treated them did vary a lot by region.

While in some areas due to their connection to the Celtic (and hence indigenous) religion and culture, they were seen as "second class poets" in some areas - especially in Ireland - with the true poets being connected to the church.

Never the less: Whatever we still know about the Celtic mythology of the British isles is all only known thanks to bards. Because bards kept those oral traditions alive at times till the late and post-medieval period, allowing them to be written down.

Mistrels

Minstrels developed a lot in what their role was. In the early medieval period they were often still bound to courts of kings and lords, where they would perform a wide variety of things. Songs, poems, theatre, acrobatics and dance being most among them. But in the high medieval period it became more and more common that the courts would employ jesters and troubardores, who were more specialized. With those a lot of minstrels became travellers. They would travel the lands and always remain in cities and villages for a while, collect stories, perform their arts and then move on. As such they helped to spread stories throughout the lands - though people could not always be sure whether the stories they told and sang were true or not.

Minstrels often had close networks among each other, though. Exchanging stories and songs they had written and collected. As such they often had a very wide repatoir that they could share with the people.

It should be noted that while there were people like this throughout the entire medieval world, minstrels as we would call them were most common in Medieval France and England, with some also being around in Germany (that is the Holy Roman Empire). Travelling singers and songwriters in the rest of Europe had a bit of a different background, often being closer to the celtic bards.

And yes, minstrels are very much the closest thing here to what bards in DnD are displayed as.

Jesters

Among those noted here, jesters are probably the one occupation people have the best idea of, given that they are fairly big in even modern popculture - even outside of fantasy. I mean, in your standard deck of cards the "Joker" usually is portrayed as a jester.

Jesters were fairly interesting. While they also would at times do poetry and songs, they often were more acrobats, joksters and magicians, who most of the time were bound to the court of a lord, duke or king. In these positions they did however often serve a very important role, as they were allowed to hold a mirror to whoever they served and give them the truth. Basically: They were allowed most of the time to criticize even kings. (Which does not mean that they always got away with it - but usually they got away with way more than most people.) As such a common idea of a jester was, that they were supposed to be wise and also act as a sort of advisor to whomever they served.

Interestingly enough there is a lot of historical evidence that often enough this specific roll was filled by disabled and disfigured people, who could not work in other rolls. Which in hindsight is interesting especially because it gave some disabled people a very important role within the society.

Troubadours

Finally we have the troubadours, who were most of all singers and poets working at the courts. Their art was seen as more "high class" than the work of the normal minstrels. They often would entertain nobility during their feasts and on festivals and celebrations. While they were not the same as jesters, they often were however allowed to parody and do satire of the lords, with that also reflecting on their actions.

So, yeah. There is a difference between these words. While there definitely were bards that served as troubadours, and troubadours who ended up becoming minstrels... It was a bit of a difference between those roles.

The fact that the bards were so tied to celtic cultures is especially a fact that so often gets overlooked.

So, there you have it. xD Maybe some food for thoughts for my dear fellow bard players.