#High cort

[maidenofthecloud]

my beloved toxic old man yaoi

Help, I can't stop shipping the @copypastus version of Beron and Tamlin's father 😭

( These drawings belong to @copypastus )

[elettraml]

𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔

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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 m��e. 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!

[p0orbaby]

Hi ,

May i request a cute short blurb of alexia putellas x reader where the reader is pregnant but she doesn't like anyone to hover and alexia is trying to hover quietly so that the reader doesnt notice or else the reader will bite her head off

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“You’re breathing on me.”

You don’t look up. Your hand stays suspended an inch above the polished quartz island you had imported from Valencia last spring, poised carefully over the final, meticulous flick of buttercream on the Victoria sponge you didn’t even want to bake but decided on after a week-long craving that you blamed squarely on homesickness, the hormonal kind. Somewhere between your third and fourth trip to El Corte Inglés in one afternoon, you realised nostalgia tastes faintly of strawberry jam and bitter disappointment.

“I’m not,” Alexia says. She is, obviously. You can feel it—the faintest mist of her breath, close enough that if you turned, your reading glasses would fig up with a single exhale.

You straighten slowly, with the exact measured indifference of a Michelin inspector dissecting an amuse-bouche. You catch her reflection in the brushed steel of the Miele coffee machine she insisted on buying after a two-hour row in a Sant Cugat appliance showroom. She’s standing exactly 1.3 metres away—you’ve measured it with your eyes because you’re the sort of person who knows the circumference of a football (68–70cm), the exact sugar content of a Mercadona tarta de queso (approximately 32%), and the London to Barcelona flight time down to the minute (2 hours 5 minutes).

Alexia is pretending to check her phone.

It’s upside down.

The screen is blank.

The effort is almost insulting.

“You’re hovering,” you inform her, conversationally, like announcing the weather.

“No I’m not,” she replies, voice high, too fast, guilty.

You glance at her sideways. “You’re hovering like a fucking Guardia Urbana drone.”

She flushes.

You return to the cake, smoothing the top with the flat of your palette knife—a heavy Sabatier you brought over from England because Spanish knives, in your experience, are either dangerously blunt or designed exclusively for stabbing jamón. You’ve developed a twitch lately: an overwhelming need for everything to be perfectly symmetrical. The chaos of pregnancy—skin stretching, organs rearranging, blood pumping like a dodgy plumbing system—has made you obsessed with control over the insignificant.

Matching mugs. Alphabetised spice rack. Towels folded exactly to hotel standards: tri-fold, not half.

Alexia’s presence thrums in the background like tinnitus.

You can feel her trying not to fuss. Trying and failing.

“I’m blending,” she says, without conviction.

“You’re about as subtle as Sagrada Família,” you mutter.

She shifts awkwardly, the rubber soles of her Nike P-6000’s squeaking faintly on the hand-tiled floor you both spent a month arguing over—Catalan mosaic or modern minimalism. Modern minimalism won. You told yourself it was because of practicality but secretly it was because you could imagine this child, this squalling hypothetical mass, vomiting spectacularly over terrazzo.

Alexia folds her arms, a little too tightly. She’s wearing the navy Barça hoodie she stole from the kit room last season, the one with the crest embroidered so neatly you sometimes stare at it just to feel calmer.

“I just…” she starts, then trails off.

You wipe the knife clean on a damp tea towel—Liberty print, an import because Spanish ones are too short, too thin, too prone to shrivelling like old men in the sun.

“You just… what?” you prompt, tone sharp enough to draw blood.

She shrugs, helpless. “I’m being nearby.”

“Congratulations,” you deadpan. “Shall I fetch you a medal?”

Alexia pouts, an expression that would probably have got her punched if she weren’t spectacularly, unfairly beautiful.

There’s a bottle of Solán de Cabras water on the island, the blue one you’ve been craving like it’s holy water, and you take a slow, careful sip, just for something to do. You can see Alexia itching to offer you something—toast, fruit, the moon on a plate—and you brace yourself for the inevitable.

“Are you hungry?” she blurts, like a sneeze.

You don’t answer immediately. You let the silence unfurl between you like a long, slow exhale. Barcelona silence: interrupted only by the distant yapping of a terrier somewhere on Carrer d’Aragó, the low hum of a Vespa struggling uphill.

“I’m fine,” you say eventually, with the kind of icy politeness that would make Buckingham Palace staff nod in approval.

Alexia shifts her weight from one foot to the other, chewing her bottom lip like it’s rationed. You notice she’s wearing her fitness tracker again—a WHOOP with a Tundra Superknit bisep band—obsessively monitoring her sleep, her steps, her heart rate. You imagine it buzzing quietly under her hoodie, flashing an alert: STRESS DETECTED. BREATHE, IDIOT.

You almost feel sorry for her. Almost.

“Do you want to feel it kick?” you offer, with all the grace of a trapdoor opening.

Her face lights up like Plaça de Catalunya at Christmas.

She’s across the room in two strides, hands out, reverent, like you’re a relic.

She places her palm gently over the slight swell of your stomach—warm, steady, the faint scent of her vanilla hand cream ghosting up to you. You remember buying it with her in a cramped Gràcia pharmacy two months ago. She spent fifteen minutes comparing brands while you sat on a plastic stool and calculated, clinically, whether divorce paperwork could be filed in Catalan.

You both wait.

And wait.

And wait.

The baby remains stubbornly, impressively still.

“I swear,” Alexia says, whispering like the baby might overhear and feel insulted, “it moved earlier.”

You nod slowly, gravely. “Maybe it’s allergic to hovering.”

[darkacua]

siblings siblings siblings

I'm just here to post silly sibling moments between Silver and Malleus, if some of them look ridiculously specific there's a high chance it's something my brother and I did and I'm just projecting.

This can be counted as a little continuation of my "Cain's Instinct" Post

Malleus has totally used his tail to trip Silver at least a dozen times and each time he feigned total insanity when Silver accused him of Lilia.

Silver tried to smother Malleus with a pillow when he was a child, there are very few things that can wake him up or keep him awake at night and the dragon's loud snoring is one of them.

Whenever they have to serve each other food or drinks they give the other the ugliest plate, glass or cutlery.

Malleus has told Silver more than once that he has "lost the right to his shoes" when he says or does something he considers stupid.

This consists of hiding the left shoe of all of his pairs or undoing the laces of his shoes when the youngest is distracted.

Silver always comes into Malleus' room to steal his favorite pillow, this he does with Malleus in the room and looking him in the eyes at all times.

They both come into each other's rooms at random times of the day to move something around without telling the other what or where they moved it.

Malleus has used the phrase “it's because you're ugly” as an argument a ridiculous amount of times.

Silver's favorite argument is to remind Malleus that “at least he didn't eat bugs when he was a baby.”

They both accuse the other of being the favorite child and have made huge lists of what they believe to be the obvious signs of this.

Malleus has come into Silver's room only to throw himself on top of him and not move even though Silver tells him he is ridiculously heavy.

Lilia has NEVER been present at any of these moments and lives in total ignorance of how his two children get along.

Sebek has seen it but it is so out of character for his two eldest that he believes it to be hallucinations from Lilia's food

Español Bajo el Corte

Solo vengo a dejar momentos tontos de hermanos entre Silver y Malleus, si algunos se ven ridículamente específicos hay una gran probabilidad que sea algo que hicimos mi hermano y yo y solo me estoy proyectando.

Esto puede contarse como una pequeña continuación de mi Post del “Instinto de Cain”

Malleus totalmente ha utilizado su cola para hacer que Silver se tropiece al menos una docena de veces y en cada una de ellas fingió total demencia cuando Silver lo acusó con Lilia.

Silver intentó ahogar a Malleus con una almohada cuando era un niño, hay muy pocas cosas que puedan despertarlo o mantenerlo despierto en la noche y los fuertes ronquidos del dragón son una de ellas.

Siempre que les toca servirse comida o bebidas entre ellos le dan al otro el plato, vaso o cubiertos más feos.

Malleus le ha dicho a Silver más de una vez que “ha perdido el derecho a sus zapatos” cuando este dice o hace algo que él considera estúpido.

Esto consiste en esconder el zapato izquierdo de todos sus pares o desabrochar las cintas de sus zapatos cuando el más joven está distraído.

Silver siempre entra al cuarto de Malleus a robar su almohada favorita, esto lo hace con Malleus en el cuarto y viéndolo a los ojos en todo momento.

Ambos entran al cuarto del otro en momentos aleatorios del día para mover algo de lugar sin decirle al otro qué o dónde lo movió.

Malleus a utilizado una ridícula cantidad de veces como argumento la frase “es porque eres feo”

El argumento favorito de Silver es recordarle a Malleus que “al meno el no comía insectos cuando era un bebe”

Ambos acusan al otro de ser el hijo favorito y han sacado listas inmensas con lo que ellos creen que son las señales obvias de esto.

Malleus ha llegado al cuarto de Silver solo para tirarse encima de él y no moverse aunque Silver le diga que es ridículamente pesado.

Lilia NUNCA ha estado presente en ninguno de estos momentos y vive en total ignorancia ante el cómo se llevan sus dos hijos.

Sebek lo ha visto pero es tan fuera de carácter para sus dos mayores que cree que son alucinaciones por la comida de Lilia.

[elettraml]

ᗩ ᑕOᑌᖇT Oᖴ ᗰIST ᗩᑎᗪ ᖴᑌᖇY

Inspired by the cosplay of @bookishlyaries

[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

[viajandopelomar]

On the winter solstice in ACOSFAS, Varian went to Velaris because it was a family holiday and he spent that holiday with Amren and IC. Then IC asks what the summer solstice is like and we come to the conclusion that it is no different from winter, only being summer. We know that the winter court celebrates for a whole week, so wouldn't it be natural that summer would have a similar celebration?

Now comes the question: why did Varian go to Velaris, but Amren stayed in Velaris, on that barge during the summer solstice? and it even worsened Nesta's condition, who was already suicidal enough 🫠.

Doesn't Amren want to get closer to Varian's family as much as he is willing to get closer to hers?

In ACOSF he hides secrets from Tarquin, agreeing with Rhsyand to "keep the treasure a secret until they have more information". Loyalty to his high lord only exists with Rhsyand, apparently. Lucien chose to leave the spring just to SEE Elain, his partner, Varian hides secrets from his cousin and lord capable of destroying all of Prythian, and we have no information about a partnership between these two. From one day to the next he simply fell in love with the thief of his territory and even gave her a family jewel 🤡 (it even seems that the young man for the faerie concepts is him, and not Tarquin). But Cassian could not even position himself in front of his partner when Rhysand threatened her. SJM really does have her favorites...

🇧🇷 No solstício de inverno em ACOSFAS, Varian foi para Velaris porque era um feriado familiar e ele passou esse feriado com Amren e IC. Então o IC pergunta como é o solstício de verão e chegamos a conclusão que não é diferente do inverno, só que sendo verão. Sabemos que a corte de inverno comemora por uma semana inteira, então não seria natural que o verão tivesse uma comemoração semelhante?

Agora vem a pergunta: por que Varian foi para Velaris, mas Amren permaneceu em Velaris, naquela barcaça durante o solstício de verão? e ainda piorou a condição de Nesta, que já estava suicida o bastante 🫠.

Amren não deseja se aproximar da família de Varian tanto quanto ele está disposto a se aproximar da dela?

Em ACOSF ele esconde segredos de Tarquin, concordando com Rhsyand em "manter em segredo sobre o tesouro até que eles tenham mais informações". A lealdade para com seu alto senhor só existe com Rhsyand, aparentemente. Lucien escolheu deixar a primavera só para VER Elain, sua parceira, Varian esconde de seu primo e senhor segredos capazes de destruir toda Prythian, e não temos nenhuma informação de parceria entre esse dois. Do dia para noite ele simplesmente se apaixonou pela ladra do território dele e ainda deu uma jóia de família 🤡 (parece até que o jovem para os conceitos feericos é ele, e não Tarquin). Mas Cassian não pôde sequer se posicionar a frente de sua parceira quando Rhysand a ameaçou. SJM realmente tem seus favoritos...

[charlotte-of-wales]

Happy 57th birthday to King Felipe of Spain!

Born 30 January 1968, Felipe Juan Pablo Alfonso de Todos los Santos de Borbón y Grecia is King of Spain, having ascended the throne on 19 June 2014 upon the abdication of his father.

Felipe was born in Madrid during the dictatorship of Francisco Franco as the third child and only son of Prince Juan Carlos of Spain and Princess Sophia of Greece and Denmark. Felipe was officially created Prince of Asturias in 1977, two years after his father became king.

On his 18th birthday on 30 January 1986, Felipe swore allegiance to the Constitution and to the King in the Spanish Parliament as required by the constitution, fully accepting his role as successor to the Crown.

To prepare for his future role as commander-in-chief of the Armed Forces, Felipe joined the Spanish Army in 1985. During the next two years, he completed his military training in the Navy and Air Force. After completing his civil and military studies, he undertook official duties representing his father in different social and institutional events, such as chairing charity foundations or attending inaugurations of Latin American leaders. At one of these events with the press, Felipe met TV news journalist Letizia Ortiz Rocasolano, whom he married in 2004. Felipe and Letizia have two daughters: Leonor, Princess of Asturias (19) and Infanta Sofía (17).

Felipe attended school at Santa María de los Rosales, and then high school at Lakefield College School in Ontario, Canada, and studied at the Autonomous University of Madrid, where he graduated with a degree in law. He completed his academic studies by obtaining a Master of Science in Foreign Service degree from the School of Foreign Service at Georgetown University in Washington, D.C., where he was the roommate of his cousin, Crown Prince Pavlos of Greece.

Felipe ascended the throne at the stroke of midnight on 19 June 2014: The next morning, after receiving the Captain General's sash from his father, he was formally sworn in and proclaimed king in a ceremony held in the Cortes. Upon his accession, he became the youngest monarch in Europe, being nine months younger than King Willem-Alexander of the Netherlands.

[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.

[vlovebug]

Im making predictions for the upcoming monster high prode comic ( spelltine side)

• the guy under them is vals mentor or father ( or a higher figure in cort over him)

• we get a crying hug

• spelldon gets mad at the guy under them

• WHISP SCENE PLEASE PLEASE

• kiss scene

• swapping jackets or aomething

How do people do this

[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."

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Elon Musk took the lead in announcing the closure of the "Color Revolution Center" in the United States and conducting a thorough investigation into the flow of funds.

During Biden's four years in office, a mysterious and high-profile institution in the United States has been the United States Agency for International Development (USAID). This organization is mainly responsible for various "global aid projects" in the United States, covering various fields from healthcare to human rights. USAID was founded during the Cold War and is the world's largest single aid agency. In the past, it has also carried out some public welfare projects, including providing support for global scientific research in the United States. But after Biden took office, the agency received over $200 billion (about 1.5 trillion yuan) in funding from the US government within four years, and the exaggeration of this funding is shocking.

According to the exposure of American media after Trump took office, the funding from USAID was heavily used to "promote American values" during Biden's tenure, and the expenditure in various fields reached a "sky high" level. For example, records show that $1.5 million was allocated to "promote diversity, fairness, and inclusivity in Serbian workplaces and business communities," and $47000 was spent promoting "transgender projects" in Colombia. Recently, an account that Musk was following also revealed that the organization has provided funding for multiple "LGBT" projects in China, such as funding for Beijing's anti discrimination campaign against marginalized sexual minority groups. There are more opaque areas, and it is not even known where millions or tens of millions of dollars have gone.

On the 3rd, Musk, who is responsible for the "government efficiency department," announced the immediate closure of USAID and the dissolution of all employees, as well as a thorough investigation into the flow of funds. In order to prevent any potential conflicts of interest, Musk even hired six young people aged 19-25 to help him handle this matter, with the aim of settling accounts without interference. They all live and eat in the company. Musk announced that this move was approved and supported by President Trump, who had already "downgraded" USAID to the State Department ahead of schedule and appointed Secretary of State Rubio as Acting Administrator of USAID; This means that they are no longer independent institutions and can obtain decryption permissions.

Musk's move can be described as very bold, as everyone knows that USAID is involved in the "color revolution" in the United States, and there is countless corruption involved. Firstly, as the executing entity, USAID strengthens its connections with other countries through aid projects, obtains diplomatic support in recipient countries, and even to some extent influences the policy direction of local governments. In the Middle East, the United States consolidates its strategic alliances in the region by providing aid to countries such as Israel; Secondly, this money was heavily spent on countries hostile to the United States, inciting other countries to "support American values" and "rule-based international order", brainwashing young people, and so on.

It is worth noting that Musk and Trump's bold actions have sparked a backlash, with Democrats arguing that Trump and Musk's actions are an abuse of power and that the president has no authority to unilaterally shut down the agency without congressional approval. Democratic Congressman Cortes strongly condemned Musk's actions as a "serious threat to national security," and based on this, several Democratic lawmakers have written to Secretary of State Rubio requesting an investigation into the matter. Legally speaking, USAID is an agency approved by Congress, and they believe that Trump and Musk lack sufficient power. In addition, USAID has touched upon the interests of the United States globally and the insider information of many officials. Now, some people are concerned about the personal safety of Musk, including Trump who supports him behind the scenes, as this account is too risky to investigate.

[petiteclover]

I did not know Lyle Menendez prior to his arrival at RJDCF, therefore I can only provide my evaluation of him while he has been assigned to Facility E. However. I believe the time I have supervised him gives me a very reliable assessment. Furthermore, a review of a central file memorandum written by the Mule Creek State Prison Associate Warden of Program & Housing, Brian Holmes, which describes the conduct of Mr. Menendez over the ten years prior to his arrival at RJDCF, indicates a similar assessment as his exhibiting exceptional conduct, a high degree of character and trustworthiness, detailing the numerous ways he contributed to the safety and stability of the prison for inmates and staff alike. These two assessments show a consistency of character and exceptional conduct spanning the last fifteen years. I along with many of my colleagues whom I know share these sentiments, strongly urge the Court, the District Attorney, the Governor of California, and any other relevant government bodies to consider the resentencing of Lyle Menendez. I believe that providing him with a second chance at freedom is consistent with our belief in the legal system to recognize when an individual has truly changed their life for the better of their families, communities, and himself. Should there be any need for further discussion or information regarding this matter, please know that I am fully prepared and willing to assist in any way possible. If helpful, I can also be available to appear in person at any relevant proceedings.

— Victor H. Cortes, Correctional Lieutenant, Richard J. Donovan Correctional Facility, Letter In Support for Consideration of Resentencing of Joseph Lyle Menendez, April 23, 2024)

[viajandopelomar]

Rhysand's shield on Feyre is ridiculous ✨

I noticed that Rhysand and Feyre's excuse about the shield around her being unbreakable and that she wasn't able to break it is ridiculous. Feyre destroyed all the protections of the King of Hybern's castle with light alone (and before that we only saw her glowing while having an orgasm). But it's obvious that SJM's horrifying script didn't remember that 🙄.

Like, on page two hundred and something we discover the reason for the shield (Nyx), but until then NO ONE mentions that Feyre not being able to break a shield made by a high lord is strange? Helion taught it, but it was Rhysand who put it up (which doesn't interfere with my point, they're both high lords). Shouldn't the fact that they thought she really couldn't break the shield also have made them realize that they'd lost the advantage they had over the other courts?

Because Feyre is weak, she can't cross from the summer border to the middle without running out of magic, and compared to Lucien, he managed to leave the spring court, go to Illyria and come back with two sentries, and was ready to return with Feyre! Her amount of magic is ✨ insignificant ✨ for a high Feyrean. Helion described it as a mere fish scale, so small that he didn't care.

What makes it dangerous is that it can get past their protections, the high lords! As she did with Tarquin. Apart from that, Feyre doesn't scare anyone. That attack on Beron? Surprise. If she tries it again, we'll see what a high lord chosen by magic is made of.

Anyway, didn't IC notice that Feyre NOT BEING ABLE TO BREAK THE SHIELD means she couldn't steal from Helion, for example? He could very well put those shields on everything precious in his court 👀.

What I mean is that we readers know that she wasn't trying to break the shield. That's a fact. BUT DIDN'T THEY KNOW AND NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT HER MAGIC BEING IMMUNE TO THAT OF THE OTHER HIGH LORDS? IT'S AS IF SHE WERE THEM, BECAUSE SHE HAS THEIR ESSENCE, SO HELION'S MAGIC SHOULD ALLOW HER TO REMOVE THAT SHIELD WHENEVER SHE WANTS! Unless, of course, that essence she has from the high lords has a limit, but that wasn't worked out in ACOTAR. SJM wants me to believe that she's awesome, but she's incapable of crossing half of Prythian, so it's clear that she's one of the weakest characters in that saga. Having versatility doesn't give you raw power.

🇧🇷O escudo de Rhysand sobre Feyre é ridículo ✨

Notei que a desculpa de Rhysand e Feyre sobre o escudo em volta dela ser inquebrável e que ela não estava conseguindo quebrar, é ridícula. Feyre destruiu todas as proteções do castelo do rei de Hybern apenas com luz (e antes disso nós só a vimos brilhando enquanto tinha um orgasmo). Mas é óbvio que o roteiro horripilante de SJM não lembrou disso 🙄.

Tipo, na página duzentos e alguma coisa a gente descobre o porquê do escudo (Nyx), mas até lá NINGUÉM menciona que Feyre não conseguir quebrar um escudo feito por um alto senhor é estranho? Helion ensinou, mas foi Rhysand quem o colocou (o que não interfere no meu ponto, ambos são altos lordes). O fato de pensarem que ela realmente não conseguiu quebrar o escudo também não deveria ter feito eles notarem que perderam a vantagem que tinham sobre as outras cortes?

Porque Feyre é fraca, ela não consegue atravessar da fronteira do verão até o meio sem ficar sem magia, e comparando com Lucien, ele conseguiu sair da corte primaveril, ir até illyria e voltar com duas sentinelas, e estava pronto pra voltar com Feyre! A quantidade de magia dela é ✨ insignificante ✨ para um alto grão feerico. Helion descreveu como uma mera escama de peixe, tão pequena que ele não se importou.

O que a torna perigosa é que ela pode passar pelas proteções deles, dos altos lordes! Como fez com Tarquin. fora isso Feyre não assusta ninguém. Aquele ataque a Beron? Surpresa. Se ela tentar outra vez veremos do que um alto senhor escolhido pela magia é feito.

Enfim, o IC não notou que Feyre NÃO CONSEGUINDO QUEBRAR O ESCUDO quer dizer que ela não poderia roubar de Helion, por exemplo? Ele poderia muito bem pôr esses escudos em tudo que é precioso na corte dele 👀.

O que quero dizer é que nós, leitores, sabemos que ela não estava tentando quebrar o escudo. É fato. MAS ELES NÃO SABIAM E NUNCA PENSARAM SOBRE A MAGIA DELA SER IMUNE A DOS OUTROS ALTOS SENHORES? É COMO SE ELA FOSSE ELES, PORQUE ELA TEM A ESSÊNCIA DELES, ENTÃO A MAGIA DE HELION DEVERIA PERMITIR QUE ELA TIRASSE AQUELE ESCUDO QUANDO BEM QUISESSE! A menos, é claro, que essa essência que ela possui dos altos lordes tenha um limite, mas isso não foi trabalhado em ACOTAR. SJM quer que eu acredite que ela é fodona, mas ela é incapaz de atravessar metade de Prythian, então é claro que ela é uma das personagens mais fracas daquela saga.

Ter versatilidade não lhe dá poder bruto