#I Am UCI

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What's better than radioapple?

Double radioapple XD

[tristesza]

Chinese portraits : Remco Evenepoel & Wout van Aert

Pre-race ritual ?

Wout : Pin my bibs, clean my shoes and my glasses

Remco : Eat and listen to music

Your dream meal after the TT ?

Wout : I saw my road teammates on sunday evening, they’ve eaten good burgers. They told me it was good quality there, so I think burger from the hotel restaurant.

Remco : We didn't have burgers and fries last time, I think it will be this time. Or a good pizza

A song during the warm-up before TT ?

Wout : I always listen to musics from Tomorrowlands, for motivation and energy.

Remco : A little hard though… Hard style and hard techno. There are some artists, like D-Sturb.

The time trial in a kilt or with bagpipe in the earpieces ?

Remco : Neither !

Wout : With a kilt ! I think the picture is funnier.

Your favorite rider during Worlds ? (Excluding belgians)

Remco : He cannot be belgian ? Yeah… Mathieu van der Poel

Wout : Christophe Laporte

Oppenheimer or Barbie ?

Wout : Oppenheimer

Remco : I haven't seen either of them. My wife saw barbie with her little sister, so it will be Oppenheimer.

The first thing you will do when you return to Belgium ?

Remco : Go to sleep quickly, because the day after I have my flight for the training camp.

Wout : Go to the chip chop to eat tasty belgian fries

Biggest celebrity in your phone contacts ?

Wout : My wife !

Remco : Eden Hazard or Thibaut Courtois

Wout’s streak : natural or dyeing ?

Remco : I think it’s natural

Wout : Yeah, I was born like this. It’s a natural thing

[wosoamazing]

Mummy or Leah

Summary: Based on this request.

Warnings: Mention of death (Rs parents, Cancer) - like in last Paragraph thats it, mention of Arsenal's Injuries last year....

Summary: It's only short, but I hope you like it :) - currently I am working on the McFoord Teen!Reader Fic and the next story in the McFoord Baby Series.

Today you were going to your first England camp since your Mum got an ouchie knee that meant she couldn't play for a long time, Beth and Viv had also hurt their knees, and Laura, something about an ACL. Lia, your Mummy’s friend had moved in to help originally but then she got hurt too. You had only recently been adopted by your Mummy when she got hurt, it scared you, you didn't want her to die too.

“You excited bub?” Your Mum said as she got you out of your car seat, you didn't say anything immediately seeing Lucy.

“Ucy!” you screamed as you ran to her, she scooped you up and threw you into the air.

“I think you’ve got your answer,” Alessia giggled.

“Nice to see you again, little one, where is your Mum?” She asked, picking you up, you pointed to where your Mum was standing with her Arsenal teammates, she started to walk over to them.

“Wessi” you said as you made grabby hands for her.

“That didn't take long,” Lucy said as she handed you over to Alessia.

“Oh Lessi is currently the favourite, isn't she monkey,” Alessia asked you as she tickled you, causing you to giggle.

“Wove Wessi, we go pway? Tooney, Mary?” Alessia looked over to Leah, who nodded.

“Sure monkey, let's go find them, I just need to go take my stuff up to my room,”

“We’ve got it Less, don’t worry,” “Thanks Le.”

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“Weah,” you said as you reached up and tugged on her shorts, she hadn't noticed you walk in with Mary, you and Mary had run away from Alessia, so she was still outside, “What did you just say bub?” “Weah”

“Who’s that?” you pointed to her, “is that my name?” you nodded, she should know this shouldn't she, “but I’m Mummy, I’m your-” 

“Leah,” Alessia said loudly as she walked into the common room.

“Weah” you repeated after Alessia.

“Oh, I see the problem, do you think you need to call me Leah because everyone else does bubs?” you eagerly nodded your head, “oh, well yes, everyone else does call me Leah bubba, but that's only because I’m not their Mummy, you see I’m you Mum. Aren't I?” you eagerly nodded your head, “Well then, you get to call me Mummy.”

“O-tay” you replied before a big yawn escaped your mouth.

“Nap time?” you shook your head, “I think so bubba, why don’t you see if Beth will let you lie with her and you can nap,” you nodded slowly and your Mum put you down and you toddled over to where Beth was laying on a bean bag, she almost seemed sad.

“Bef, I nap wif you?” “Sure monkey,” she picked you up and you curled up on her torso, your head resting on her chest. 

“Wove oo,” you said to her, causing her heart to melt, a few tears started to well in her eyes, she tried to push them down as she drew circles on your back but when you drifted off to sleep and Leah went over to her, they left her eyes. Leah didn't say anything but wrapped her arms around her as best she could without disturbing you. A year ago today was the day a few of the Arsenal girls had met you, they were visiting kids in the hospital and saw you just walking about, as soon as Leah met you and found out your Dad had just died and that you had no one to care for you, as you Mum had died earlier from cancer, she knew she was going to adopt you. Your adoption was made official after you had been living with Leah for just over a month.

April 19 2022 marked the best and worst day of Leah’s life, it was the day you became hers officially but it was also the day her whole world came crashing down.

[samkerrworshipper]

Please could you do an imagine with Lucy bronze where the reader is also on the England team and gets injured during a game and Lucy is basically just being really cute and fluffy as well as a little protective 🥰

AHHH

I loved this request sm so here you go!

i feel like this could be followed up with a part 2 to expand on the reader and lucy’s relationship so lmk if you want to see that! also please feel free to keep sending in requests god knows i need inspo rn lol

A shoulder to cry on

Lucy Bronze x Reader

fluff, lil bit of angst, injury, graphic injury, pain, hurt/comfort, 3200 words

blurb: when lucy’s girlfriend goes down in a match how does she deal with it and how does lucy look react

I was too busy watching the ball flying towards goal to see the body flying at me. Too busy focusing on the Australian goalkeeper to acknowledge the knees slowly sliding under my own feet. Too busy focusing on getting my team a goal to give us a chance to stop myself from being floored by the Australian whirlwind, Ellie Carpenter. I went head first into the turf, my body flopping down onto the grass with my head dug into the dirt. My ears were ringing and I was a groaning mess. My whole body hurt and I couldn’t even muster the energy to turn over to access the damage that had been inflicted. All I could feel was gut wrenching pain, from my feet all the way to my hip.

When I was finally turned over I was met with the sight of Ellie and Steph Catley, two Australians that I didn’t want to see right now. I was a screaming, shaking, crying mess. Both women were very clearly taken aback by my emotion. The stadium was a ruckus, and as my teary eyes flashed up I saw my goal being replayed on the big screen, a goal. At least that was something, I’d done something to help us claw our way back. We were 100 days off from the World Cup start though, 100 days. Judging by the amount of pain I was in though that was nowhere near enough time.

As a professional athlete there is always the background fear that you are going to get injured. An overwhelming worry constantly in the back of your head that maybe this time it is going to be your last, maybe the next time you step on the field it might be the last time in a while. As you become a professional, as you start playing for your nation you learn to silence that part of your brain, you can’t afford to live in fear that you are going to get hurt. But watching teammates, friends, people you love get hurt, reinstalls that part of your brain, makes you wonder if maybe you are next, maybe next time it’ll be your turn. That fear though, it’s nothing in comparison to actually getting hurt, nothing in comparison to realising maybe this time it actually is your last.

That was all I could think about as the two Australian women tried to talk to me, tried to communicate with me. The first one of my teammates to rush over was Leah, who shoved both Australians away before crouching down beside me.

“Hey y/n, take a deep breath, the medics are about to get here, you don’t need to worry.”

Leah’s words were like a breath of fresh air, a break from the constant ringing in my ears.

“L-ucy, need Lucy.”

Leah nodded at me, smiling down at my face and nodding. Her hand made it’s way down to my face and wiped away the tears that were falling.

“She’s on her way angel, just stay patient for me, she’s making her way over, just take those deep breaths.”

“Hurts, hurts so fucking bad.”

Leah nodded at me, I watched her eyes creep down my body to my legs and that was how I knew it was bad, because not even Leah could avoid looking.

“I know, I know angel, I am so sorry that I can’t do anything about that. Just keep taking those deep breaths for me.”

I couldn’t help but continue to sob as I waited for someone, anyone to give me some kind of relief. All I could feel was pain and it was clear in Leah’s mannerisms that she didn’t really know how to help me, how was she supposed to help me?

“Y/n, listen to me, take a deep breath, I know you are in pain, the medics are getting here as fast as they can so you just need to take some deep breaths.”

It didn’t help that we were positioned on the opposite side of the field that the medics would be on and it was also a problem that if the umpire hadn’t blown her whistle they wouldn’t be allowed on.

“How bad is it?”

The words left my mouth in between sobs and breaths. Leah clearly didn’t know what to say, she clearly didn’t want to worry me any more but Leah wasn’t a good liar and she had a shit poker face.

“Don’t worry about that, keep your eyes on me. It’s just me and you, kiddo.”

Leah had taken me under her wing long ago, she treated me like her little sister.

I watched her eyes flash up in a panic and before I knew it she was jumping off of her feet and rushing off in the direction behind my head. I couldn’t help but turn my head to watch where she was going. I was still a little bit spaced out so it took me a few seconds to spot her out but once I did I found her rushing towards Ellie, who was sitting a few metres behind me. I couldn’t figure out why she was rushing over until I spotted Lucy approaching, running towards her, a look of absolute anger on her face. Leah was trying to get to her before Lucy inevitably got to Ellie. I watched it unfold as Lucy just made it to Ellie before Leah did, yanking her up by under her armpits.

I didn’t get to see much more, my head was pulled back to being flat on the turf by Millie and Sam Kerr, my ex-teammates from Chelsea.

“Hey y/n/n, the medics are just about to get here, it’s going to be alright.”

Millie’s tone of voice was similar to that of Leah’s, calm, patient, the voice of a captain.

“I need Lucy.”

Lucy was my other half. The love of my life, my everything. I wanted her, I wanted her to be there to hold my hand and to tell me that everything was going to be fine, even if it wasn’t.

“I know, Leah’s sorting her out, she’ll be here in a minute.”

Lucy was insanely protective over me, to a concerning degree. In the past year I’d made the decision to move to Barca, to be with her and it had been great but something I’d learnt from playing alongside her regularly was that she was a little bit too protective over the people she loved. A defender did so much as foul me on the pitch and she did everything in her power to seek some sort of revenge whether it was in the form of physically hurting them or doing anything in her power to get to them.

“I need her Mil, please.”

Millie nodded at me and then looked at Sam, I was in fucking shambles.

“I’ll go get her okay, feel better kid.”

Sam patted me gently on the shoulder before leaving just me and Millie. I was still lying on the pitch, fighting back more tears as I looked up into the sky and just prayed for this to all be over, for the pain to subside and for everything to just dissipate.

The medics were the next people to make it over to us, accompanied by Sarina and our trainer. The game had obviously been stopped for me so they seemed to be in a rush to get me off, with my goal we had a shot at winning now.

“Hi Ms y/l/n, how are you feeling?”

“In pain.”

My answer was flat and the medic let out an empty laugh at my reply.

“Okay, on a scale of 1-10 where would you put yourself at?”

“A 6.”

Sarina snorted at my reply, she knew that I had a high threshold for pain, I’d met her originally when I was playing as a rookie for Chelsea, she’d been the Netherlands coach at time and the coach for a professional team in the Netherlands which she’d tried to recruit me for but I’d turned her down. I’d never have guessed a few years later she would be coaching me on a National level.

“That means its a nine.”

I glared at Sarina, she knew me a little bit too well.

“Okay, this is a penthrox whistle, it should administer immediate pain relief, enough that we should be able to get you on the stretcher and off the pitch.”

I looked at Millie, then at Sarina, then at the Medic, immediately shaking my head.

“I’m walking off.”

All of their faces told me that I was missing something.

“I can’t allow you to do that.”

In all of the chaos, all of the emergence, I hadn’t had the opportunity to even look at the source of my pain.

Before I could say anything more Lucy was crouching down beside my head and I couldn’t have been more grateful to see her. Her hand slid into mine and just her face, her smile, it was enough to make me feel like I wasn’t fighting a fucking battle.

“Luce, can you please tell them to let me walk off the pitch, just let me have that.”

I was fighting back tears and I could tell that Lucy was fighting an internal battle. Her eyes flashed down to my legs and then back to my face and just the split second gasp was enough to tell me that it was bad, really bad. Her hand fell to my face and that was how I knew it was not good and that was when I started sobbing again.

“How bad is it? Stop beating around the bush just tell me.”

All of the people above me looked between each other before the medic spoke,

“Your knee is dislocated, you’ve got some deep lacerations and stud marks in your shins and a piece of your tibia is sticking out of one of them. You are bleeding a lot, we need to get you off the field and to hospital, take the green whistle and we’ll get you off the field as soon as possible.”

Those words hurt, a lot, more than the injury itself. I nodded to the medic, I wasn’t walking off the field with that list of injuries, I was surprised I was still conscious with that comprise of injuries.

“Baby, just take the pain meds, you're in enough pain.”

Lucy’s voice, her convincing was probably the only thing that made me nod my head and let them pass me the inhaler. I got straight to inhaling it, and within the first ten or so inhalation I felt the pain relief start to kick in. It was good, it made me feel almost ten times better. Lucy was there the whole time, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as they medic attended to my legs and Sarina wrapped a blanket around my shivering upper half.

It was about five minutes before I was floating on a pain free drug induced cloud. When that happened they started to transfer me to the stretcher, with the help of Sarina, Lucy, Millie, Leah and the two medics. It was a touchy process, they were very clearly trying to keep the movement of my leg limited. The actual movement of getting me onto the stretcher had me screaming, pain relief or not it hurt insanely and I knew at that moment that my World Cup dreams were pretty much over. I cried the whole way to the ambulance. Lucy and my teammates had to desert me once I made it over to the sideline so they could finish off the game, eventually, along the way I passed out from the mixture of drugs and blood loss, something I was grateful for.

When I started to stir I had a headache but I felt warm. It took me a few seconds before I cracked my eyes, it was dark outside, my room was dark. But not so dark that I couldn’t make out everything around me, the lights from the hallway and machines giving me a steady source of light. The first thing that I saw was that a big percentage of the Lionesses were piled into the room, Georgia, Leah and Keira and piled onto a pull out sofa, Rachel, Millie and Mary sharing the spare cot beside me and a few of the other girls scattered in seats across the room. It was cute, looking at all of my teammates who were clearly gassed from the game but still here. Sarina and Lucy were slumped in the seats immediately to my side. Just as I let my eyes float over to Lucy her own blueish eyes tiredly connecting with my own. A tight lipped smile made its way to her mouth as she acknowledged me.

“Hey baby.”

Her voice was hushed, it was clear she was trying her hardest not to awaken any of our teammates. As she blinked away the sleep she slipped her glasses over her face, locking her eyes properly with me once the frames were slipped over her eyes. Her voice was enough to put more tears in my eyes, I was pretty sure I’d cried enough tears for about six people.

She stood up quietly, letting her hand fall to my face, gently rubbing a circle against my cheek. It was enough to have my lip trembling and my eyes darting across the room. Before I knew it I was a pleading staggering mess.

“Why me? Why now?”

Lucy’s facial expression just broke into a frown and I could feel her worrying from a few centimetres away from me. Before she said anything she pressed her lips to my forehead. I sobbed into her, not really worried about waking up any of our companions.

“I know sweetheart, I know, it’s okay, I’m going to be here for you every step of the way.”

My breaths came out in hiccups and the hospital gown I was in clung to my body with the sweat that I was producing from working myself up.

“How bad is it, did we win?”

My words came out in pieces, it sounded like my Spanish, which was very rough and not very consistent.

“No, but don’t worry about that. They relocated your knee, you had to have surgery on your leg but it’s just a metal plate and some stitches for the lacerations from Carpenter’s boot.”

I honestly felt bad for the Australian defender, she’d had it bad enough with the press for the last while, let alone getting someone else’s blood all over their cleats.

“So my world cup dream is over.”

Lucy let the words hang in the air for a few seconds, it solidified the words in the room.

“Hey, not necessarily. The doctor said that the surgery went really well, that the fracture was pretty minor and that he expects a speedy recovery. You could be back running in 4-6 weeks.”

Even Lucy didn’t sound that optimistic, it was clear she was trying her hardest but she was struggling.

“My fitness will be shot, 4-6 weeks off the pitch pre world cup practically guarantees my spot gone, even if I’m running, in what world would Sarina take the chance of putting me on the pitch.”

Lucy’s brow furrowed, it was hard to catch in the dim light but I managed to with my eyes adjusting to the darkness.

“I won’t have anyone putting my girl down, especially not you. You will be fine. I can’t promise you that you will make it back on the pitch, you will make it to Australia, if it’s the right fit. Maybe it won’t be, maybe that’s fate and I know that’s shit to accept, shit to get the short straw and I am so sorry that you are in that position. If I could switch with you I would. I would do anything for you and you know that, I’ll be here for you everyday, I will give up anything to make this easier for you, I can promise you that. I can promise that I’m here to be whatever you need. You need a shoulder to cry on? I’ve got two. You need someone to listen? I’ve got two working ears and great advice if you want it. You need someone to just be here for you? I will sit with you for as long as you need.”

Lucy’s words hit home for me. She had always been willing to do anything for me, she’d walk to the ends of the earth to do anything for me, she’d made that clear from when we’d first met. I’d been apprehensive from the beginning but she’d fought and fought until I’d given into her and when I had I’d fallen head over heels in love with the woman.

I moved myself over in the bed and patted down next to the space I’d left open beside me. Luc seemed apprehensive to begin with, her eyes darting between my leg and my eyes.

“Please, I just want my girlfriend to hug me, can I have that?”

Lucy bit her lip, she was clearly a little bit nervous about the idea but her slumped shoulders and tired eyes were enough to tell me that she was tired and just as needy as I was. Neither of us slept well without the other, on the rare occasion that we were separated we both struggled with the loss of contact.

“I’m not sure y/n/n, I don’t want to hurt your leg.”

She was so cute when she was nervous, her voice a nervous murmur. I put her worry to rest fairly quickly though, the pain meds were running through my veins and I was equally as tired.

“Luce, my bad leg is on the other side, I just need some contact, I need to feel loved and comfortable and this hospital bed is making that hard, so please, just hug your girlfriend.”

Lucy sighed and nodded at me, she couldn’t deny me, ever, I had her wrapped around my little finger.

“Alright, how about I slide behind you and you can rest against me?”

It took a little bit of push and shove and some wincing and pain on my side but eventually we got Lucy situated behind me, up against the pillows. I was resting comfortably against her chest and stomach, my head resting in her neck. It was everything I’d needed to make me feel a little bit better and once we’d both gotten settled I smiled up at her gratefully. She pressed her lips to my forehead, I swore that I could feel the compassion behind it but maybe that was the morphine speaking.

“I love you.”

She’d smiled down in that goofy way that she did when I gave her a compliment. Lucy was a goofball, it was one of the things that I loved about her. She was always laughing and making people around her laugh, she was just full of good energy and it made me a better person.

“I love you too, my love, always, get some rest. It’s all going to be okay.”

[helenofsimblr]

Dream: Agent Tynas plays many games, I wonder how he knows so much? At this point, I wonder if he might know me as well though I have yet to have the pleasure of meeting him in your real world. His nightmares are intriguing to say the least.

Vince: Who the fuck are you? Why are you here at my crime scene?

Tynas: Operative Tynas Smith, District Intelligence. You must be Detective Morris, I’ve heard so much about you.

Vince: Yeah that’s right, Jimmy, why is this suit in here?

Jimmy: He’s got all the paperwork and the credentials sir.

Tynas: That’s right, this crime is now a matter of District Security. I hope you understand that. 

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Vince: What the fuck does a murdered poof have to do with District Security? 

Tynas: That’s complicated, and I’m not at liberty to discuss that. 

****

Vince: Oh here we go, the old Juris-my-diction crap. Look pal, if you and the other suits want to come crawling up in here ruining my investigation you gotta give something more than “I’m not at liberty” and all that shit.

Tynas: Detective, I am not part of the UCI (United Commission of Inquisitors), I am with the Agency. District Intelligence… I am as far beyond the UCI in terms of authority, as you are beyond a normal citizen. When I say this is a crucial matter of District security, believe me, that is the facts. You are going to hand this matter over to me, and my office and I will take it from here.

Vince: Look, you can be the Supreme Chancellor’s butt wiper for all I care. What matters is that you have the proper paperwork for pushing me off my case. I need to know why I’m getting pushed outta this, and why this guy’s so fucking important to you? This is a homicide! This is my job, UCI and DI have nothing to do with homicide cases.

Tynas: I realise that, and I am sorry to “swoop in” as it were and throw you off the case, but that’s it. We’ve been monitoring him for some time and the paperwork was filed some weeks ago to take over in the event of Mr Weiss death, but for what it's worth I can give some small details. 

Vince: I’m listening.

****

Tynas: Hard as it may be to believe, but Mr Weiss there was a plant by The Citizen’s Republic of Neosovetia. He was involved in some schemes which were a threat to security, including blackmail, extortion, drugs, and other subversive activities. His job at San My Style was the perfect cover for him to rub elbows with the elite and learn things. He was a degenerate… Detective, nobody shall miss him. 

Vince: You expect me to believe that? Well, the degenerate part, I believe. Who iced him?

Tynas: The killer is unknown presently, we suspect it was one of his old colleagues. Now, if you’ll kindly gather your officers, Detective and vacate, my team and I will take it from here.

Vince: Now I don’t care what…

Tynas: Detective Morris!! My patience is not inexhaustible. I am very tired, and I have a job to do, I have the paperwork, and I have made myself abundantly fucking clear, get the fuck out of here, and drop this case, or myself and my colleagues, will be all over you like dogs on a rotten steak!! 

[oneminutefiftysixseconds]

i can't watch today's race live but let it be known i am manifesting a puck pieterse u23 world champion win in the shitty system the uci use for women's world champs (having the u23 race ‘within’ the elite race rather than separate -- so there's fewer opportunities for u23 riders to make their national teams -- the first rider under the age of 23 to cross the line becomes u23 world champ)

[glitterrosesnzz]

do you know how good the idea of A/lastor's shadow outing the fact that A/lastor has to sneeze would be??? really fucking good, thats how good.

ALSO THE IDEA OF THEM LIKE??? COVERING UP EACH OTHER'S ALLERGIES TOO??? Allergy Alliance. thats so nuts. L/ucifer burns something A/lastor is allergic to and a few days later A/lastor makes something that's about to set L/ucifer off just drop down through a shadow portal and away from him.

(at the same time, while they're doing all this... i feel like they're somehow turning it into a competition??? I have no idea how, but I can definitely see L/ucifer smirking at A/lastor after burning up the allergen being all like "ha, this is my win". i almost feel like they'd expose each other to allergens and stuff just to then save the other from it???? this would backfire on them so horribly).

oh my god wait though a sneezing while hiding scenario with L/ucifer would be so fucking good??

for one, i hc that he is absolutely horrible at holding back. so unless he gets help on that front he'd have to resort to stifling, which he's so-so at, and-

well. his powers acting up (fireworks, fire in general, wings-) would be highly inconvenient, especially if he's in an enclosed space, doubly so if he's hiding with someone else.

[luke-hughes43]

i have to know more about jack and eden! i feel like she told him about her quitting hockey first and he shut her down. i need to know how it went down

yes!

so even tho she committed to uci at 14, jack always held out hope that she’d decommit and try to play both in college. quinn and luke knew before she told them that she was giving up hockey after high school and were ok with it.

at about 16 eden sits down with jack and explicitly tells him that she's gonna stop playing after high school. this is before she meets cutter. and there's a little insight on the relationship between ellen and eden too. here's how that goes:

eden's pov

so I'm telling jack about giving up hockey today. Quinn and Luke figured out when I committed to uci for soccer that I was giving up hockey but jack's been holding out hope for me. jack knocks on my door, "come in."

"hey eden. what's up?"

*remind me that we need a nickname for her for her brothers and then cutter.*

"can we talk jacky?"

"always. what's going on?" he says as he sits on my bed. I take a deep breath and say, "I'm hanging up my skates after high school. I'm not decommitting from uci."

"what?"

"I'm giving up hockey after high school jack. I'm gonna follow mom and play soccer in college."

"why? you're so good on the ice, better than the 3 of us. you could go so many places with hockey and your just gonna throw that all away."

"I'm not throwing anything away jack. I'm the top female soccer recruit in the whole country for my age, I can go more places with soccer than I can with hockey and you know that. why can't you just be supportive of me? I'm supportive of you all the fucking time jack, I supported you through your injury this season, through your time at the program, even back in Toronto. all I'm asking is that you support me for once."

"I'm not gonna support you wasting your talent."

"I'm not wasting anything, i'd be wasting my talent if I stayed with hockey. I'm a better soccer player than I am hockey player but you wouldn't know because you've never come to watch me play. I'm the only 16 year old to ever make the under 20 women's national team in the history of the team. I'm finally doing something for myself instead for you, Quinn, and Luke so you don't get to be mad at me for not playing hockey after high school. and I'm still playing right now so why does it matter jack."

"I just don't understand why you won't even consider doing both in college. I know you got offers to do both and they are a lot closer to home than california."

"it was never about being close or far from home jack. this was about me and what I wanted to do with MY future. I love hockey, I always will because it's in my blood, but I don't love it like you, Quinn and Luke do. I think of soccer the way that you guys think of hockey and that's why I'm pursuing it. I just want the support of my big brothers in doing this, why can't you just support me?"

"I'm not gonna support you throwing away your future and talent."

"well good thing it's not your future to worry about then. I'm doing it jack, and there's nothing you can do to change my mind."

"well don't come crying to me when your plan doesn't work out."

"don't worry, I won't." I snap back at him and storm out of the room. I find mom in the kitchen and I start crying in her arms. she says, "oh honey what's wrong?"

"jack. he hates me for quitting hockey. he says I'm wasting my talent by not playing after high school. is he right mom?"

she pulls me in for a hug and holds me tightly and says calmly, "no he's not. if you don't wanna play after high school then you don't have to. your father and I aren't mad at your for choosing soccer. I'm so proud of you for sticking with your heart and following what you love and not what your brothers are doing. I'll talk to jack."

"don't. I don't want him to be supportive if he's being forced into it. I want him to be supportive because he wants to, not because he has to. I'd rather no support than fake support. I just need to know he isn't right."

she sighs and says firmly, "he's not right honey. I promise, he's not right. if you wanted to play both, I'd support you 100% but you don't want that and he's just gonna have to accept that. do you know how excited I was the day I found out your were a girl? I was so happy, especially after having 3 boys. I was glad I got the opportunity to try to pass on my love of soccer again and it stuck. and you got the love of hockey too. it might be a different kind of love but you still love it."

I nod, "yea. I just enjoy watching the boys succeed at it rather than doing it myself. I'm not ready to give it up yet but I know that I don't wanna play after high school."

"and that's ok. your dad and I will support whatever decision you make. and I'll be damn sure to be at as many of your college games as I can make." she says rubbing my back soothingly.

I smile, "thanks mom."

"of course honey. now go get cleaned up for dinner and tell the boys to as well." she says and let's go of our hug.

[solomonhwang24]

Today, I woke up around 8 o'clock to get ready by 9:30 to drive back to campus. I was at home, then went to go pick up my older sister that is in the apartments by UCI. I got dropped off right at Kerckhoff because I really wanted to see my friends that I have not been able to see for a couple of days. Also, I got the chance to get food with Jocelyn which was sick, and we decided to get panda express. I unfortuantely spilled my crab Rangoons the moment I got them, and I was really sad. I went to LS7A lecture for the first time in a while and I was able to eat from the food truck with Andrew. We walked over to Kerckhoff to see Chris' fire fit. I just came back to my room to see my roommate locking in and writing his resume, so I felt the need to lock in myself. I am happy to be back on campus and to see my friends.

[gogogogolev]

Stephen will be competing at the 50th Skate Canada International in Halifax, Nova Scotia this week. The short program is on Saturday, October 26 starting at 2:55 PM ADT, and the free skate is on Sunday, October 27 starting at noon. There is no gala. Parts of the competition will be broadcast on TV on CBC. Livestreams of the on air broadcast are here.

Stephen returns to international competition after 51 weeks away. In the past 5 years Stephen has been out of competition for about 36 months due to injury or illness. You can argue that some of that is part of the off season but even if we shave off a few months it is still a huge amount of time to not be competing. He has been through a lot with his growth and it may be that he also has a chronic back issue. The big goal this season has to be to remain in good health as much as possible.

In case you have missed it there have been several changes in his life. He has left Team Raf, moved back to Toronto from Irvine, and transferred universities from UCI to U of T. He even seems to have gotten a new car. We haven't really heard from him but he seems to be doing alright. I know we have been begging him to come back for years but he needs to be comfortable with what he has decided to do with his life even beyond this sport. Maybe we will get to hear his thoughts about all this in the near future.

This season did not start with a Challenger Series event but going off his last event we know that Stephen has increased the technical difficulty of his programs. Now he just needs to deliver that content without popping jumps. If he was taking some time to just adapt to all the new things going on then it makes sense to keep away from competition. He also minimized time away from school this way. He has two GP events so he can warm up with SCI. Stephen will be the only Canadian skater at NHK Trophy so the focus will be on him fully but that is much preferable to the previous situation regarding that event. We will only get to see Stephen briefly this year before the wait for Nationals starts.

This season also features Scott Moir's least favourite event but with only one spot at Worlds for Canadian men I am not sure how assignments will get split. Hopefully we will at least get to see Stephen skate in the second half of the season this time around.

Links SCI24 website ISU event page ISU results page Announcement Coloured time schedule Livestreams - CBC SP, Radio-Canada SP (FR), CBC FS, Radio-Canada FS (FR)

Good luck Stephen!

[coochiequeens]

Under the new rules, the men’s division will be replaced by an “open category” – which will now also include transgender men, transgender women and non-binary individuals. Meanwhile the “female category” for any form of competition from elite to grassroots will be preserved for those with a birth sex of female.“ So everyone can compete and if men don’t like that then they are proving that they don’t care about biological women.

British Cycling has become the latest governing body to bar transgender women from competing in the female category to “safeguard the fairness” of the sport. The decision, which ends the transgender cyclist Emily Bridges’s dreams of competing for Britain in the female category, followed a nine-month consultation and a review of the latest science.

Under the new rules, the men’s division will be replaced by an “open category” – which will now also include transgender men, transgender women and non-binary individuals. Meanwhile the “female category” for any form of competition from elite to grassroots will be preserved for those with a birth sex of female.

The new policy, which broadly follows that of UK Athletics and Swim England, will also apply to all British Cycling-sanctioned competitive events involving times, ranking, points or prizes, as well as selection decisions for the Great Britain cycling team.

The news is likely to be widely welcomed by the country’s top female riders, many of whom threatened to boycott last year’s British National Omnium Championships until Bridges was declared ineligible by cycling’s world governing body, the UCI, from competing in the female category as she was still registered as a male cyclist at the time.

That boycott threat arose due to many believing that 22-year-old Bridges, who was on the Great Britain academy programme as a male rider until being dropped in 2020, retained an unfair advantage after transitioning.

Their viewpoint is now shared by British Cycling. In a statement explaining its change in policy, it cited research studies indicating that even with the suppression of testosterone, transgender women who transition post-puberty retain a performance advantage.

However it also pledged that trans and non-binary people would still continue to be able to participate in a broad range of activities under its new policy – including club and coach-led activities, community programmes, and non-competitive events such as sportives.

British Cycling’s CEO, Jon Dutton, said: “I am confident that we have developed policies that both safeguard the fairness of cyclesport competition, whilst ensuring all riders have opportunities to participate.”

The governing body also apologised to transgender athletes for taking so long to come up with a new policy after suspending its previous one last year, leaving riders including Bridges in limbo. “We recognise the impact the suspension of our policy has had on trans and non-binary people, and we are sorry for the uncertainty and upset that many have felt during this period,” it added.

“Our aim in creating our policies has always been to advance and promote equality, diversity and inclusion, while at the same time prioritising fairness of competition. This aim has not changed.”

British Cycling’s new policy has been announced a few weeks after the most recent flare-up in the sport’s contentious transgender debate when the American Austin Killips became the first transgender athlete to win a UCI women’s stage race.

Killips’s victory in New Mexico led the UCI to admit it had heard the “concerns” of female athletes about unfair competition in the sport, and would be reconsidering its transgender policy. Those critical of the UCI included the three-time Olympian Inga Thompson who accused it of “killing off women’s cycling”.

The UCI is expected to announce any changes to its policy in August. As things stand, however, transgender women are still eligible to compete in UCI international events provided they lower their testosterone to 2.5 nmol/l for 24 months.

It means that when it comes to UCI-organised events staged in Britain, such as the Track Nations Cup or the Women’s Tour, the current UCI transgender policy on eligibility will take precedence.

[calandrinon]

ok it is time for some good old-fashioned verb conjugation, I could be sleeping right now but no, I have to practice verb forms from conjugation group V (probably)

example sentence from which I am extrapolating wildly and hopefully somewhat correctly (please tell me if not, it is the only way i will learn)

eu simpuiesc pentru Ileana Cosânzeana pe main. I simp (I am simping) for Ileana Cosânzeana on main

infinitiv: (a) simpui

A simpui nu este o infracțiune. To simp is not a crime

participiu: simpuit

Am simpuit pentru Ileana Cosânzeana. I simped for Ileana, I have simped for her

gerunziu: simpuind

Simpuind pentru Ileana Cosânzeana, Făt-Frumos a ucis de balaur. Simping for Ileana Cosânzeana, Făt-Frumos was slain by the balaur.

imperativ: simpuiește! / simpuiți!

Vă rog, simpuiți pentru Ileana Cosânzeana. Please simp for Ileana, all of you! i mean you really should, she is wonderful 🤩

imperfect

Simpuiam pentru Ileana Cosânzeana când eram mic. I used to simp for Ileana Cosânzeana when I was little

perfect simplu

Tocmai simpuii pentru balaur. I was just simping for the balaur (right then)

various futures

voi simpui / o să simpuiesc / am să simpuiesc. I will simp

aveam să simpuiesc. (looking at it from the past) I was going to simp (and by this point I have done so)

voi fi simpuit. I will have simped (by some future point)

subjunctiv

trebuie să simpuiesc. I must simp (I have no choice but to simp)

trebuie să fi simpuit. I must have simped (it was necessary that I simped)

conditional-optativ dragul meu

aș simpui. I would simp

aș vreau să simpuiesc. I would like to simp

aș fi simpuit. I would have simped

prezumtiv dragul meu celălalt

oi simpui. I might simp

oi fi simpuind. I might be simping

oi fi simpuit. I might have simped

in conclusion, let's all simpuim pentru Ileana Cosânzeana

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[abraxax-heart]

My best friend's fiance died in my ER as I was there and had to stay on the periphery because my colleagues didn't trust my judgement as a doctor at the moment (they were right of course). I was told to go check on my other patients. So while he was dying in the shock room for a heart disease we didn't know he had, I was in the room next over checking on my mostly stable patients that came for a tummy ache. We were both 28. No one told me he died until the next day. He died two hours in and nobody let me know until the end of my shift the next morning at 6 am, because they didn't want to disturb my work flow, they kept telling me he was stable and in the UCI, he never even made it out of the shock room. Then, when I cried, I was told to get over it and not expect pity. Needless to say, I left my residency as an emergency doctor one month later. The bullying only got worse and my mental health was reaching an all time low. I still practice medicine, and will apply for a residency in genetics, but I don't think I can go back to the ER with a happy mind like before. I loved it, but, I can't.

being at work while your personal life is falling apart has to be among the top 3 worst human experiences. You’re at your absolute lowest and someone wants to circle back on an email…… unreal

[helenofsimblr]

(narration provided by @sparkiekong 's wonderful narrator; Dream.)

(Kierston Sterling on loan from @tabbyrhsims4simblr )

Dream chuckles, “In other parts of the world, a young agent with many questions deems it necessary to ask a singular question about a mistaken date. Surely it was by accident, you’re thinking. Alas… dear reader… well… Let us witness the incident in all of its interesting twists and turns.” 

****

Kierston: Hey boss, need a word.

Tynas: What can I do for you Kierston?

Kierston: Well, stop me if I am wrong, but you submitted a form earlier today for a death to be made a matter of District Security, and assigned it to yourself personally.

Tynas: That is correct. So what do you require the word about?

Kierston: You made a mistake on the date. Because that’s not for a few days.

Tynas: I didn’t make a mistake. The date is accurate. 

****

Kierston: So this Mr Weiss is going to die in a few days, you know about it, and you’re going to allow it to happen? What the fuck? Seriously you can’t just…

Tynas: You are still thinking like a cop. You are no longer a cop, Operative Sterling. You are a member of the Agency of the United Districts. And sometimes, we have to allow things to happen for reasons which at the time are not immediately apparent. But, in fact, necessary. Mr Weiss’ sacrifice will ensure the safety of the United Districts. 

Kierston: I wasn’t a cop, I was part of the UCI. 

Tynas: Yes, an Inquisitor, but, be that as it may…. I do not want you to make contact with Mr Weiss or do anything to disrupt the coming events, do I make myself clear, Operative? I would tell you more, but right now, I am not at liberty to divulge further. And that is the end of the matter for now. 

Dream smiles, leaning back in his massive throne, “I wonder what would happen if the Inquisitor did more questioning? What would she ask I wonder? Moreover, I wonder if she would even ask the right question. Poor “Tynas”, a man who knows too much and divulges too little.” 

[memoamp2425]

Rakesh Nemmani (he/him) UCSD '22

Major/Minor: Human Biology/Psychology

Career Goal: MD

Introduction: Hey, I am Rakesh, a second year at UCI School of Medicine. I hope to become a surgeon after four years (choosing between OB/gyn and general surgery), and look forward to staying at Orange County. I was a UCSD MEMO member for most of my undergraduate years, and was even an Outreach intern. I eventually became a Board of Directors member (Spon Director) during my gap year and went on the 14G mission trip. During my free time, I play some tennis and sometimes play chess as well. I have also started getting into hikes and the occasional Fortnite LOL. Anyways, I look forward to meeting you and am happy to help you as you like!

Involvements/Extracurricullars: - Research in 3 different labs during undergrad, with eventual publication - Outreach intern for MEMO and Spon Director for MEMO BOD - Helped plan 14G and attended the trip - IFT EMT for 6 months

What kind of advice would you be giving?: Enjoy undergrad while you can. Med, PA, nursing and other healthcare apps might seem daunting but your early 20s will never come back, so enjoy that time while you can. Give appropriate time for it as well.

Best piece of advice you have received: "Everything happens for a reason." These words have helped me get through many rejections and setbacks and I hope they will help you do the same.

Preferred method(s) of communication: phone number