#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 )

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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 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!

[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.

[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

[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... and that's worrying because these days celebrities are constantly using their followers and fans for votes and even support in the form of mass pressure for judgments. These are terrible times.

🇧🇷 No solstício de inverno em ACOSFAS, Varian foi oara 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... e isso é preocupante, porque nos dias de hoje os famosos estão constantemente usando seus seguidores e fãs para votos e até mesmo apoio em forma de pressão em massa para julgamentos. estamos em uma época terrível.

[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.

[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."

[purplepainterbouquet]

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.

[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.

[curiositasmundi]

Oggi ci troviamo in una situazione molto pericolosa. La guerra non è solo un campo di battaglia per le armi, ma anche per l’informazione. Julian è stato messo in prigione per aver pubblicato notizie vere su una guerra impopolare, come era quella in Iraq, dove le forze di occupazione americane controllavano totalmente la narrazione dei fatti”.

Con queste poche parole al Fatto Quotidiano, Stella Moris, la moglie del fondatore di WikiLeaks, centrava l’essenza del caso Assange e WikiLeaks, mentre la guerra in Ucraina era appena all’inizio. Oggi che da Gaza a Kiev, la guerra brucia migliaia di vite innocenti e per Julian Assange è l’ultima chiamata, le parole di Stella rimangono la sintesi perfetta del caso. Sì, perché l’unica ragione per cui Assange non ha più conosciuto la libertà e rischia di perderla per sempre, forse nel giro di pochi giorni o di pochi mesi, è che lui e WikiLeaks hanno esposto le atrocità e le manipolazioni della macchina della guerra su larga scala come mai nessuna organizzazione giornalistica, aprendo uno squarcio profondo in quel “Potere Segreto”, che è il complesso militare-industriale degli Stati Uniti e dei loro alleati. Ma non solo: WikiLeaks non ha rivelato soltanto i crimini del mondo occidentale. Ha esposto anche i massacri dei talebani, la ferocia di al Qaeda e le complicità di tanti Paesi non occidentali nella War on Terror. Per Assange è stata la fine.

Dal 2010 a oggi: dall’arresto all’ultima udienza Inumato da vivo dal 2010, all’età di 39 anni, quando lui e WikiLeaks iniziarono a pubblicare i 700 mila documenti segreti del governo americano. Questa mattina, il giornalista australiano comparirà davanti alla High Court di Londra, per quella che può essere l’ultima udienza sul suolo inglese. Se la High Court confermerà l’estradizione negli Stati Uniti, dove rischia 175 anni di prigione, ad Assange rimarrà solo una possibilità: appellarsi alla Corte europea dei diritti dell’uomo, ma il rischio che possa venire estradato prima che la Corte emetta misure protettive è reale.

I file segreti sulla verità delle guerre americane Le rivelazioni di WikiLeaks, per cui il suo fondatore rischia di passare la vita in prigione, sono tra gli scoop più grandi nella storia del giornalismo. I 91.910 Afghan War Logs e i 391.832 Iraq War Logs, report segreti sulla guerra in Afghanistan e in Iraq rispettivamente, hanno permesso di bucare la nebbia della guerra proprio mentre questa era in corso e non dopo trenta o quaranta anni dopo, quando ormai quei conflitti non interessavano più a nessuno, a parte gli storici di professione, perché troppo lontani nel tempo. Grazie a quei file segreti, abbiamo potuto confrontare quello che la macchina della propaganda ci raccontava su quelle due guerre e quello che accadeva sul campo, secondo il racconto dei soldati americani che li combattevano.

Afghanistan: conflitto perso in partenza Abbiamo così scoperto, per esempio, che già nel 2010 la guerra in Afghanistan era un conflitto senza speranza: dopo dieci anni, le truppe americane e della coalizione Isaf, di cui faceva parte anche il nostro paese, avevano ottenuto così poco che nel distretto di Herat, controllato dagli italiani, le forze di polizia afghane da noi addestrate avevano problemi così seri che molti di loro si univano ai talebani, perché non venivano pagati e non si capiva dove andavano a finire i loro salari. La situazione appariva così compromessa che alcuni arrotondavano con i sequestri di persona. Mentre la propaganda ci raccontava le magnifiche sorti progressive del conflitto afghano, i 91.910 documenti fotografano un fallimento che, undici anni dopo, nell’agosto del 2021, ci avrebbe portato al ritiro. Gli Afghan War Logs ci hanno permesso di scoprire unità segrete mai emerse prima, come la Task Force 373, un’unità di élite che prendeva ordini direttamente dal Pentagono. La brutalità dei raid portati avanti nel cuore della notte da queste forze speciali, aveva prodotto stragi tra forze afghane alleate, bambini e donne, creando un forte risentimento contro gli americani e contro le truppe alleate da parte della popolazione locale. A oggi gli Afghan War Logs rimangono l’unica fonte pubblica per ricostruire attacchi, morti civili ed esecuzioni stragiudiziali tra il 2004 e il 2009, a causa della segretezza di quelle operazioni. E sono una delle pochissime fonti che permettono di ricostruire i civili uccisi prima del 2007, su cui neppure la missione delle Nazioni Unite in Afghanistan, l’Unama, che compila queste statistiche, possiede dei dati affidabili.

Iraq; i morti mai contati e il carcere di Guantanamo Quanto agli Iraq War Logs, hanno permesso di rivelare, tra le altre cose, 15 mila vittime mai conteggiate prima nella guerra in Iraq. Possono sembrare statistiche, puri numeri, in conflitti come quello in Iraq, che ha registrato circa 600 mila civili uccisi e 9,2 milioni di rifugiati e sfollati – ovvero il 37 per cento della popolazione prima dell’invasione americana dell’Iraq – ma quei 15 mila civili mai conteggiati prima erano padri, madri, fratelli. È un diritto umano sapere che fine ha fatto una persona cara. E l’unica giustizia che quegli innocenti hanno avuto, è la verità fatta emergere da WikiLeaks. I documenti segreti sul carcere di Guantanamo Bay hanno permesso di conoscere 765 su 780 detenuti del lager, facendo emergere per la prima volta le ragioni per cui gli Stati Uniti li avevano trasferiti nel campo di detenzione, tra informatori comprati e torture da Inquisizione.

I cablo tra gli Usa e altri Paesi (Italia compresa) Ma le rivelazioni più cruciali sono sicuramente quelle che emergono dai 251.287 cablo: le migliaia di corrispondenze diplomatiche inviate da 260 ambasciate e consolati americani in 180 Paesi, che hanno fatto affiorare scandali, abusi, pressioni, come quelle sulla politica italiana per garantire l’impunità agli agenti della Cia (Central Intelligence Agency) responsabili per il rapimento e la tortura di Abu Omar o i sospetti dell’Amministrazione di George W. Bush che l’Italia pagasse mazzette ai talebani per evitare attacchi ai suoi soldati in Afghanistan. È per questo lavoro giornalistico, e solo per questo, che gli Stati Uniti vogliono seppellire per sempre Julian Assange in una prigione.

[viajandopelomar]

What if Nesta listened to Helion's flirting when he was going to put the shield on the mask? Being logical here he would probably offer something on her because he wouldn't be STUPID to see the night court hunting for treasure and do nothing about it 🙂. And Nesta wants to get out of the night... And she certainly hated that tension at the IC while Helion flirted with her, because she knew that if it were anyone else they would get involved, but they can't do that to a high lord... So one of two things, either they really care about her and unbridled sex was seen as something that hurt her, or sex is only bad when it doesn't bring benefits to him. So what if she invested in that thought and realized that was why they put her in a house with a male who wants her? Let Helion make a fucking proposal because Nesta deserves it 🙌🏻

“Ah but the night court won't accept it” but if they refuse just threaten that the other high lords will find out about the treasure hunt 😈. They'll calm down in no time

🇧🇷 E se Nesta desse ouvidos ao flerte de Helion quando ele fosse colocar o escudo na máscara? Sendo lógicos aqui ele provavelmente ofertaria algo sobre ela porque ele não seria BURRO de ver a corte noturna caçando o tesouro e não fazer nada a respeito 🙂. E Nesta quer sair da noite… E ela com certeza detestou aquela tensão do IC enquanto o Helion jogava flerte pra ela, porque ela sabia que se fosse qualquer outra pessoa eles se meteriam, mas eles não podem fazer isso sobre um alto senhor… Então das duas uma, ou realmente se preocupam com ela e o sexo desenfreado era visto como algo que a machucava, ou o sexo só é ruim quando não traz benefícios para ele. Então e se ela investisse nesse pensamento e percebesse que foi por isso que colocaram ela numa casa com um macho que quer ela? Que Helion faça uma proposta do caralho porque Nesta merece 🙌🏻

“Ah mas a corte noturna não vai aceitar” mas se eles negarem é só ameaçar que os outros altos senhores vão ficar sabendo da caça aos tesouros 😈. Vão amansar rapidinho

[mezzopieno-news]

L’INDIA CANCELLA L’ULTIMA ESECUZIONE: PENA DI MORTE VICINA AD ESSERE ABOLITA

L’Alta Corte dello Stato dell’Odisha, in India, ha commutato la condanna a morte di Nabin Dehury in ergastolo, cancellando di fatto l’esecuzione capitale prevista per l’uomo con impiccagione.

Dehury riconosciuto colpevole di triplice omicidio commesso nel villaggio di Lapada il 21 ottobre 2020, è stato condannato alla pena capitale in primo grado il 9 agosto 2023 per estrema brutalità, rientrante nella categoria dei casi per cui la legge indiana prevede la punizione più estrema. I giudici dell’Alta Corte hanno tuttavia dichiarato: “Sebbene l’opinione pubblica si aspetti la condanna a morte dell’appellante, bisogna ricordare che tale opinione non è una circostanza oggettiva relativa al crimine, né al criminale, quindi questa Corte deve esercitare moderazione e svolgere un ruolo di bilanciamento… Siamo dell’opinione che la pena di morte sarebbe sproporzionata, ingiustificata e che l’ergastolo sia la condanna più appropriata”. L’uomo, oggi 51enne, proviene da un ambiente rurale ed economicamente povero, dopo aver perso la proprietà di famiglia, ha ucciso le tre vittime appartenenti ad una stessa famiglia, con la complicità del figlio, anch’egli condannato all’ergastolo.

In India la pena di morte è prevista dalla legge ma è sempre meno applicata ed è contemplata solo in rari casi; dal 2004 sono state eseguite in tutto otto pene capitali nel Paese. L’ultima esecuzione risale al 2020, sebbene l’India abbia votato nel 2007 contro la moratoria per la pena di morte proposta dalle Nazioni Unite. Fino ad oggi, 127 Paesi del mondo hanno aderito alla moratoria sulla pena di morte universale.

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[mostly-magical-polls]

Hello! I have an idea for a poll for you! Well, two actually!

Best dark-skinned magical girl competition

To shed some light on the representation in the genre! Possible contestants include:

- Anthy Himemiya [Revolutionary Girl Utena]

- Sailor Pluto [Sailor Moon]

- Glenda [Petite Princess Yucie]

- Electric Rose [The Electric Rose]

- Elegant Frost [The Electric Rose]

- Sonic Arrow [The Electric Rose]

- Shadow Haze [The Electric Rose]

- Chaos Aria [The Electric Rose]

- Astra Reign [The Electric Rose]

- Mina Kisaragi [Getsumento Heiki Mina]

- Cure Soleil [Star Twinkle Pretty Cure]

- Cure Sunset [Happiness Charge Pretty Cure]

- Cure Wave [Happiness Charge Pretty Cure]

- Alchemical Aether [Sleepless Domain]

- Alchemical Earth [Sleepless Domain]

- Alchemical Water [Sleepless Domain]

- Gemini [Zodiac Starforce]

- Libra [Zodiac Starforce]

- Pieberry [WitchSpring R]

- Luna [WitchSpring R]

- (So far) Unnamed Black Witch [Wicked Spot]

- Star Guardian: Guardian of the Stars [I Don’t Want To Be A Magical Girl]

- Diamond Heart [Magical Warrior Diamond Heart]

- Amethyst Heart [Magical Warrior Diamond Heart]

- Norah Tanner [Agents of the Realm]

- Adele Silveira [Agents of the Realm]

- Paige Fierro [Agents of the Realm]

- Jordan Liu [Agents of the Realm]

- Galactic Purple [magnifiqueNOIR]

- Cosmic Green [magnifiqueNOIR]

- Radical Rainbow [magnifiqueNOIR]

- Prism Pink [magnifiqueNOIR]

- Arcturus, Guardian of Heaven [Shattered Starlight]

- Trini Cortes [The Blue Codex]

- Princess Love Pon [Princess Love Pon]

- Sparkle Cadet [Craig of the Creek]

- Sahara [Wheels & Roses]

- Hina Singh [Star Realm Rogues!]

- Kanna Fujiyama [Magical Rion-chan]

- Flora [Winx Club]

- Aisha [Winx Club]

- Uri [Angel’s Friends]

- Talia [Lolirock]

- Izira [Lolirock]

- Vera [SpectraSpell]

- Caramel [Revenge of the Candy Snatchers]

- Karta Kloss [Diamond Dive]

- Dame Daffodil [Dame Daffodil]

- Saffron Wave [Saffron Wave]

- Hecate [Saffron Wave]

- Adaeze [Adorned by Chi]

- Red magical girl who’s name I couldn’t find online [Cloudy Wondrous]

- Violet Amaryllis [Calia Nova]

- Amara [AMARA]

- Long haired pink one who’s name I couldn’t find [Maho Shonen]

- Guardian Radiance [Radiant Light Guardian]

- Eclair [Sea Witch in Training]

- Nyra Dupre [Muted]

- Battle Princess Peony [Goodbye, Battle Princess Peony]

- Magical Maiden Mimi [24/7 Magical Maiden Mimi]

- Neoma Cruz [High Spirits Neoma]

- Rene Garcia [Dusk & Dawn]

- Jazmine [Magical Girl Institute]

- Noori [Renata: Goddess for Hire]

etc!

My other idea is..

Best show within a show magical girl competition

Possible contestants include..

- Pururin [Welcome to the NHK]

- Meruru [Oreimo]

- Magical Girl Lovely Hurt [Hacka Doll the animation]

etc!

for the first one i dont feel like its my place as a white person to hold a tournament like that and the second im not sure how many entries we could really milk outta it u kno