#a bagel. NO. two bagels memes
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dark urge is fun so far because you will have an incredibly normal, even charming scene going on and your character is just
#her pleasant smile is a facade for the tumbleweeds within#i picked dark urge specifically for the#a bagel. NO. two bagels memes#baldurs gate 3
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I was reminded of this meme yesterday and I can't believe nobody in the Hellraiser community did it for Elliott Spencer. I'm so disappointed in y'all.
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I just saw this post: https://www.tumblr.com/miraculoustakes/756746857158475776/sometimes-i-wonder-what-would-happen-if-you?source=share
and it made me think.
what about an au where instead of Adrien being a Senti-monster it was just a part of his brain, that didn't work right when he was born.
could maybe make it a Senti-twins au by making Felix be the Senti-monster voice in Adrien's head. Like sort of Jeckel and Hyde vibes (I know nothing about Jeckel and Hyde so pls correct me if I'm wrong)
but I just think it would be interesting?
#miraculous ladybug#mlb#adrien agreste#mlb adrien#also like that one meme#“what would you like sir”#Felix: “the souls of the innocent”#Adrien: “a bagel”#Felix: “Nooooo”#Adrien: “Two bagels”#au name could be like#sentiminds au#i think thats what ill call it for now :D#might change it later though
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Art vs. Artist 2023 💕
#its all dc art wowee#it's been two whole years since I've been able to do this meme because of severe burnout#im so happy to be back#thanks to everyone who left so many nice things in my notes this year 💕#art vs artist#art vs artist 2023#bagel art
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(If she ever gets patrons who tend to make frequent 'appearances' on the news, how often does she recognize them, and how awkward are those interactions? Does she ever report them to the GCPD or feel tempted to do so?)
send me questions you have about my character!
You'd think a waitress in a demanding job would at least have a somewhat decent memory when it comes to recognizing faces but honestly? Khare has a horrible memory and isn't likely to start remembering faces unless they are REALLY distinct (or have visited enough times for their appearance to register in her brain). Seeing the Joker himself strolling in and ordering up some pancakes is the most you can expect for her to acknowledge there's a serious fucking situation on hand but after that? Forget it, she's not likely to make the connection.
However, this is Gotham so chances are that at least somebody's going to rock up at the diner in their costume. Khare may be so preoccupied about getting their order right that... you know, it's going to take a minute or two to catch on that something's not right about their appearance, but she can't quite put a finger on it. Alexa, play the Jeopardy! Think Music! It's probably more awkward for the patron visiting that everything is so calm - The waitress isn't screaming bloody murder or jamming the silent call button beneath the counter to alarm the police that trouble is there, she's just smiling and doing her best to remember their order, just as they want it but on the off chance she does recognize somebody... she really, really doesn't want to call the GCPD and cause a scene, because really, nothing's happened.... yet, and the thought of police taking her statement and asking awkward questions is a far more frightening prospect than the Mad Hatter asking for a pot of tea, because... you know, she's an illegal immigrant at this point, and if she calls the police, who's to say she's not joining them in jail after her shift ends? Having a bad memory makes life difficult but in Khare's case, it might have saved more than a few potentially dangerous situations from blowing up as a hungry rogue gets a tasty meal without any screaming or overhearing any hushed calls begging the GCPD to arrive, because even criminals need to eat and boy, do most people feel a lot better after getting a proper meal inside them!
#red-hemlock#memes ;; send me questions about my character#🌈 || headcanons#Thank you for sending this I appreciated it a lot!#This one made me chuckle because Khare's memory is absolutely shot#Recognizing faces is getting harder but she can remember what people ordered before if that makes any sense?#She has a lot of trouble remembering names too so for a long time she thought of Harvey Dent as 'Bagel Guy'#Even though she's probably watched a few of his court cases on the news#Didn't fucking register that the youngest District Attorny in Gotham comes to PAULI'S DINER of all places to get some yummy bagels#She just remembers two bagels#And in a way it was wholesome because Khare treated him like a normal customer instead of fawning over him for a bigger tip#But yeah she's not likely to call the GCPD until bullets start flying lol#She'd really rather not get arrested herself for being in the country illegally and then having people discover her little health issue :(
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my dark urge: i’ve never been in the ocean before :) this submarine thing could be fun :))
gortash: YOU HAVE BETRAYED ME FOR THE LAST TIME
dark urge: 😦
#had no idea where i was going#some dwarf just let me down there for a free ride#playing a dark urge as the two bagels meme is fun he is just trying to have some whimsy
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Why does my brain have no chill when I have ideas for making things. Like wait until we finish current projects. We don’t even have the materials to work on it rn. But no. Gotta think about it all the time. Gotta yearn to make it.
#love that my brain is scratching at the bars of its cage like if it doesn’t get black yarn right now it’s going to start taking hostages#u know that meme that’s like ‘a bagel’ ‘the souls of the dammed’ ‘two bagels’ ‘NOOOOOOO’ that’s what I’m dealing with rn#no more starting things until we finish something. unless it’s the project I use to teach my gf 💙#cam speaks
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tbh i think the best part of living and interacting mostly with fellow gen Z'ers at school is that we can just effortlessly communicate and makes jokes through vine references. no worries about having to explain to our gen x parents what's being said. pure and simple understanding.
#my mom's pretty fluent in internet/meme culture and she STILL doesn't get vine#anyway some fun times from this semester#my roommate as she pours water into a pitcher: two shots of vodka#friend (jokingly) to one of her boyfriend's future roommates: are you trying to steal my man?#other friend w/o looking up from his phone: and they were roommates#friend: do you need anything from the store?#roommate: the souls of the innocent#me: a bagel
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I think we don’t give Camilla Hect enough badass credit for making the vengeful eldritch soul of the earth do physical therapy and DBT exercises. she’s like the meme of Eddie Brock asking for two bagels when Venom says they want to eat the souls of the innocent. and then she snuggled with her at night.
#you may think this makes camilla Super Normal but in fact it means she’s the weirdest of them all#the locked tomb#camilla hect#nona the ninth#nona the ninth spoilers
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Ashkenormativity
Ashkenormativity is the assumption that the default Jew is the Ashkenazi one. It is a term coined by Sephardi and Mizrahi Jews to explain our alienation from the rest of the Jewish community, from my lived experience specifically from the Diaspora Jewish community.
I'm half-Ashkenazi, but that half is pretty secular. When it comes to major Jewish holidays, I've always done them with my maternal grandparents, who, despite being secularized, still respect their cantor roots to the point of not wanting to skip on a holiday or even shorten the Seder(until one hilariously bad one). So the only minhag I've known was the Sephardi one.
In Israel, this was a non-issue.
The most I heard about differences is how Sephardim and Mizrahim emphasize table manners because unlike Ashkenazim, they actually eat on the table.
When I left Israel and moved to a place hundreds of kilometers away from the nearest Jewish community, I finally realized how much I need our community. So like everyone on lockdown, I sought it online, where Jewish cultures is bagels and casual use of Yiddish, two things completely foreign to me. I mean we have bagels in Israel, but they're not the meme they are among US Jews. They're nowhere near as popular as a pita. So when I had to look up what "davening", "shul" and "shanda" meant, I first got the sense I don't actually belong.
But the people using those terms as a day to day weren't the ones who actively made me feel unwelcome. In fact, those were more likely to acknowledge my confusion and explain. The ones who alienated me are the antizionist Jews from the Anglosphere, who ignore and revise non-Ashkenazi history and even history of Ashkenazim outside the Global North, who blame modern Hebrew for the decline of Yiddish which they frame as the traditional Jewish language, ignoring how that pushes down communities that traditionally spoke Ladino, Juddeo-Arabic, Amharic and more, and overall infantilize and dismiss families like mine who built a good life for ourselves in Israel and rose to the position to actively combat Ashkenazi hegemony, and remove the agency of my former classmates who take a stand against it, all in favor of superimposing the race politics of the Anglosphere onto Israel.
So the Columbia university definition of singling out "white Jews" is quite inaccurate. Under ashkenormativity, an Ashkenazi JoC would find themselves better represented than the white-presenting members of my Sephardi(or raised according to that half) family. It's another reductivist attempt to superimpose European guilt onto Jews by erasing half of us. Specifically, the half that lives in Israel.
Goyim, ashkenormativity doesn't belong to you. Stop using it as a shield to be antisemitic. Stop using it as anything regarding inter-community issues, it's our term to use within our community.
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bayern munich frauen x reader
1/6, 2/6, 3/6, 4/6, 5/6, 6/6
summary: fate brought them to you
you've been in munich for two weeks now, and life has been surprisingly calm.
after the chaos of packing, traveling, and settling into your new apartment, you've finally found a routine. the apartment is cozy, mid century themed and tucked away in a quiet nice bavarian neighborhood with everything you need nearby.
maple, your tabby cat, has settled in just as well as you, spending most of her days lounging in the patches of sunlight that filter through your windows. sometimes she lays on your balcony when it is warm outside.
remote work has kept you busy, but it’s not the same as the constant stream of activities back home. you've spent most of your free time exploring the neighborhood, finding comfort in the little things—like the coffee shop at the corner of your street.
the barista already knows your order: iced mocha coffee with strawberry cold foam to have with a plain bagel with butter. it’s become a morning ritual, something you look forward to each day.
despite the quiet life you're living, you’re still in touch with the girls from the group chat. they’ve kept you in the loop, sending memes, talking about football, and, most importantly, making you feel like you’ve got friends here in munich.
you’ve especially bonded with sydney, who’s given you tons of recommendations on places to eat and visit. you haven’t met any of them in person yet, though.
the thought of it makes you a little nervous. would they be as friendly in real life as they are in the chat? would they recognize you?
this morning is no different from any other. you wake up, stretch, and check your phone. a few messages have already popped up in the group chat.
georgia: guten morgen guys! practice soon ugh, i’m so tired from the sprints last night. i need caffeine
sydney: always need caffeine.
sydney: hey y/n
you: hi good morning!
sydney: try the new place i told you about yet, y/n?
you: not yet! i was planning to check it out this weekend.
tuva: y/n, if you don’t check it out soon, we’re gonna have to drag you there!!
you laugh to yourself as you get out of bed. maple stirs from her spot on the windowsill, stretching her little legs before hopping down to rub against your leg.
"hey, maple," you say softly, giving her a gentle scratch behind the ears before heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
within thirty minutes, you're dressed and heading out the door, your mind already on that iced mocha. the walk to the coffee shop is short, and you smile at the familiar sight of the cozy little café as you approach.
it’s not too crowded this morning, just a few people scattered around with their laptops and books at the wooden glossed tables.
you step up to the counter, already knowing your order by heart. as you wait for the barista to finish up with a few other customers, the bell above the door rings, signaling someone’s entrance.
you glance over out of habit, not thinking much of it—until you see a familiar face.
georgia stanway. from the group chat.
you freeze for a second, your brain trying to catch up with what you’re seeing. she’s dressed casually, a grey hoodie pulled over her head with matching joggers, but there’s no mistaking her.
she’s one of the girls from the bayern munich chat, and she’s just walked into your coffee shop. you’re not sure what to do—does she even care enough to want to talk to you in person? you’ve never spoken to any of them face-to-face, aside from a few private messages with sydney about food spots.
you’re still debating what to do when georgia looks up and catches your eye.
for a moment, you're sure she doesn’t recognize you, but then her face breaks into a smile.
"y/n?" she asks, her voice tinged with surprise.
you nod, unable to stop the grin that spreads across your face.
"yeah, hey!"
before you know it, georgia’s quickly walking over to you, pulling you into a quick hug.
"oh my days, i didn’t think i’d run into you here!" she laughs, stepping back.
"i’ve been waiting to meet you. what are you doing at this café?"
you chuckle nervously, still a little stunned.
"i live just down the street. this is my usual spot."
georgia’s eyes widen.
"no way! i live right down the street too. this is my favorite café."
"seriously?" you laugh.
"i’ve been coming here almost every day since i moved."
"well, i guess we’re neighbors now," georgia says, still grinning.
"small world, huh?"
you nod, feeling the nervousness melt away. georgia’s warmth and friendliness are exactly how she was in the group chat, and you’re already starting to feel comfortable.
"what are you getting?" georgia asks, stepping up to the counter with you.
"an iced mocha and a plain bagel with butter," you reply.
georgia raises her eyebrows, impressed.
"fancy. i’m just going for a regular iced coffee today. practice from last night has drained me."
the two of you place your orders and find a table near the window, settling in for what turns into an easy conversation.
you talk about the neighborhood, about your favorite spots so far, and about how surreal it is to finally meet each other in person.
"i can’t believe we live so close," georgia says at one point, shaking her head.
"i knew you were in munich, but i didn’t think we’d run into each other like this. we were all planning to invite you to the games in order to get the chance to see you!"
"oh my– and me neither," you admit, smiling as you sip your iced mocha.
"but this is nice. makes the city feel a little less big, you know?"
georgia nods, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"so, what have you been up to? besides chilling at this café."
you shrug.
"mostly work. i’ve been working remotely, so i spend a lot of time here or at home with maple."
"maple?"
"my cat," you explain with a laugh.
"she’s a tabby. super lazy."
"cute. i’m more of a dog person, but cats are cool!" georgia says, leaning back in her chair.
"speaking of lazy, i have to head to practice soon, but we need to hang out again sometime. we all think it’s nice having a non-football friend."
you smile at that.
"yeah, i’d like that."
before you leave, georgia pulls out her phone.
"we need to send a pic to the group chat. everyone’s gonna freak out that we met in person!"
you laugh as she leans in for a quick selfie.
"okay, ready?" she says, holding the phone up. you smile, and she snaps the photo. within seconds, it’s posted in the group chat.
georgia: *one photo attachment*
georgia: look who i ran into!!
the chat blows up immediately.
sydney: NO WAY.
klara: LUCKY???!!!!!
tuva: i’m dying omg
lena: jealous af rn
sarah: this is too cute. i can’t
you laugh as the messages roll in, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. you hadn’t expected to feel this connected to them, but here you are, genuinely happy that you’ve met georgia.
"i knew they’d freak out," georgia says with a grin, pocketing her phone.
"anyway, i gotta head to practice, but let’s hang out soon, yeah?"
"for sure," you reply, standing up as well.
"i’m heading to the gym anyway."
"perfect timing," georgia says, pulling you into another quick hug.
"see you later, neighbor."
"see you," you say, waving as she heads out the door.
as you walk back home, you feel a strange sense of contentment. you hadn’t expected to make friends so quickly in munich, but here you are, part of a group of girls who seem genuinely happy to have you around—even if the way you met was unconventional.
later that afternoon, after you’ve finished your workout and settled back in at home, you check your phone again. more messages have piled up in the group chat, and you scroll through them with a smile.
tuva: y/n, you should come to our game this weekend. we’re playing frankfurt at home
sydney: YES. you have to come. it’s gonna be epic.
lea: you don’t really have a choice y/n
you blink, surprised by the invitation. you hadn’t even thought about going to one of their games, but now that they’re asking, you find yourself grinning.
you: lea i’d love to anyways! count me in.
the excitement in the chat is immediate.
kathi: yessss! it’s gonna be so fun.
sydney: we’ll hook you up with tickets and the seating stuff. don’t worry about a thing!
lena: you can sit with kathi and i! we can’t play because of our acl injuries
y/n: ouu
y/n: ouu to the seating, not you and kathi being injured
klara: don’t lie y/n
kathi: ??
lena: ?????
klara: i’m kidding!
y/n: LMAO
ana g: see you soon y/n!
the day of the bayern munich vs. frankfurt game arrive a few days later. you’re feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. this is your first time attending a professional football match, and it’s not just any match—it’s your new friends’ match.
these girls, whom you’ve gotten to know through a mistaken group chat, are now part of your life, and you’re here to support them. its out-of-body to you.
you stand outside the stadium, ticket on your phone, which sydney had sent to you earlier in the week. as you walk in, you can’t help but take in the electric atmosphere. fans are streaming in from every direction, wearing red and white scarves, chanting and singing in excitement.
the energy is contagious.
after buying a pretty bayern-themed scarf from the merch stand, you wrap it around your neck for good measure. it feels like the perfect way to show support for your new friends, even though you’ve only known them for about a month.
they’ve been so welcoming, and you can’t help but feel grateful for how things have turned out.
you glance at your phone, double-checking the seating section sydney had mentioned in her text. the ticket leads you to the family and friends section, which surprises you.
you didn’t expect to be sitting somewhere so special for the team. then again, you didn’t expect to be here at all a month ago.
when you reach your row, you notice that the seats directly beside you are still empty, but that’s okay. you sit down, adjusting your scarf and the brown bomber jacket you’d chosen for the game. the late evening breeze is cool, but the jacket keeps you warm as you watch the girls warm up on the pitch below.
as you look out at the field, you spot all of the familiar faces from the group chat—they’re already practicing. you can’t help but smile, knowing you’ve gotten to know these players beyond just their professional personas.
the same moment– you see two figures walking together along the bottom of the family and friends section, heading in your direction:
lena and kathi.
you try not to stare, pretending you’re just casually looking around as they get closer to the section where you're seated.
it’s impossible not to notice when they head directly toward you. your heart skips a beat, unsure of what to expect.
"y/n!!!?" kathi grins, stopping beside you.
"hii its nice to finally meet you!"
"oh, hey!!!" you stand up, a bit flustered but smiling.
"it’s so good to finally meet you guys in person."
kathi pulls you into a hug, and lena smiles as she steps closer, giving you a quick hug as well.
"we were wondering when we’d run into you," lena says, her voice warm and teasing.
"same here," you laugh nervously.
"i wasn’t sure i’d see any of you outside the chat."
"well, now you’re stuck with us," kathi jokes, sitting down on your left, while lena settles in on your right.
"this seat taken?"
"nope, all yours," you reply, staying cool despite the fact that you’re suddenly sitting between two bayern stars.
"so, you come here often?" lena asks, nudging you lightly as she adjusts her scarf.
you grin.
"this is my first time at a soc- sorry, football match, actually."
kathi raises an eyebrow.
"wait, you’ve never been to a football game?"
"not really," you admit, feeling a little sheepish.
"i know how the game works, but i’ve just never watched it. i played basketball growing up in the states."
"basketball? that’s cool," kathi says, her eyes lighting up with interest.
"i could never get the hang of basketball. too many rules."
"too many rules?" lena laughs, shaking her head.
"you’re a footballer, and you think basketball has too many rules?"
"okay, fair," kathi grins, giving lena a playful nudge from around your shoulder.
"but come on, football’s just easier to follow."
"yeah, yeah, whatever," lena says with a grin.
then, turning back to you, she asks, "so. .y/n tell me– do you have any other friends in munich? or maybe… a boyfriend?"
you laugh, not expecting the question.
"oh, no. definitely no boyfriend."
lena raises an eyebrow, intrigued.
"really?"
"yeah," you nod, still smiling.
"i don’t swing that way."
kathi lets out a quiet snicker, and lena shoots her a quick look—one of interest.
kathi just rolls her eyes playfully, clearly aware that lena is trying to flirt.
you, of course, are oblivious and continue chatting as if nothing is unusual.
"good to know," lena says, her tone lighter, almost teasing.
before the conversation can continue, kathi jumps in, steering it away from lena’s not-so-subtle flirting.
"so, any hobbies? other than being in random group chats with footballers?"
"actually, yeah," you say, smiling at the memory of your last project. "i do ceramics."
"no way," kathi says, clearly impressed.
"that’s awesome. i’ve always wanted to try something like that."
"you should! there’s a ceramics studio in downtown munich. i’m going to a class next week if you guys want to come with me on wednesday."
"i’m in," kathi says instantly, grinning.
"i’d love to, but i’ve got a thing with adidas that day," lena says, frowning slightly.
"but next time for sure."
"no worries," you say, understanding.
"it sounds like you guys are always busy with something."
"pretty much," kathi sighs, leaning back in her seat.
"but hey, at least we get days like today to relax."
you glance over at lena and kathi, both of them sitting out of this gme due to their ACL injuries.
"how are you guys doing with the injuries, by the way?"
"we’re getting there," kathi says with a small smile.
"it sucks, but we’re doing okay."
"yeah," lena adds.
"it’s tough watching from the sidelines, but we’re handling it."
just then, a loud cheer erupts from the crowd as the game kicks off. you turn your attention to the field, watching as bayern and frankfurt begin to battle it out.
about thirty minutes into the game, georgia breaks through frankfurt’s defense and scores a stunning goal. the crowd screams, and you, kathi, and lena all clap enthusiastically.
"that’s our girl," kathi grins, clapping as she watches georgia celebrate with her teammates.
you lean over slightly, grinning as you point towards georgia.
"so how does someone kick a ball that far? seriously, that was impressive."
lena smirks and leans in a little closer to you, her eyes playful.
"how do you shoot a three-pointer?"
you laugh.
"practice, lots of practice. you’ve just got to get the right angle, arm strength, and—"
"so basically, the same thing as kicking a ball from outside the penalty box?" lena teases.
"i guess you could say that," you reply with a grin, enjoying the playful banter.
the three of you settle into the game, chatting in between plays and cheering for bayern.
as you talk, you can’t help but notice people around you taking pictures. kathi and lena are well-known, and while you’re not used to the attention, it’s clear that people are curious about who you are.
who’s the girl sitting with two injured bayern players? whispers and glances are cast in your direction from photographers and fans, but you try not to pay it any mind.
by halftime, the score is still 1-0 in favor of bayern, and lena and kathi stand up to stretch.
"we’re going to the lounge," kathi says, glancing down at you.
"you coming?"
you hesitate, unsure if you’re even allowed.
"i thought that was just for family and players?"
lena laughs. "you’re on the list. we put you down as one of our guests. you’re our friend."
"seriously?" you feel a smile spread across your face, touched by the gesture.
"that’s amazing. i had no idea."
"come on, let’s go," kathi says, waving you along.
"you’ve got to see it."
you follow them to the lounge, which is a lot fancier than you expected. plush couches, tables lined with snacks, and a relaxed atmosphere for family and friends of the team to hang out during halftime.
"you know– it’s so nice to have a friend who’s not a footballer," lena speaks.
"i’m glad you guys like my presence," you admit, still in awe of how quickly everything’s changed since that random group chat.
“oh, i definitely do.” lena smirks.
kathi roles her eyes at lena while smiling.
"it feels like you’re one of us now." kathi says, nudging you.
after the break, the three of you head back out to your seats just in time to see bayern score another goal. this time, it’s klara who fires a screamer from way outside the penalty box, sending the ball soaring into the back of the net. the crowd erupts, and you clap along with lena and kathi.
lena glances over at you with a playful smile.
"i’ve got to say, y/n," she starts, her voice light but with that familiar teasing edge,
"you’re really pulling off that look. the brown bomber jacket, the bavarian scarf—you're fitting in with the bayern fans already."
you laugh, tugging at the scarf and feeling a little flustered by the compliment.
"oh, thanks. i wasn’t sure if i could pull off the whole ‘bayern fan’ look, but here we are."
"oh, you’re pulling it off," lena says, her eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than you expect. there’s something in her tone—something that makes your heart skip a beat—but you shrug it off, thinking she’s just being friendly.
kathi, sitting on your other side, shoots lena a knowing look.
"careful, lena. you’re laying it on pretty thick," she says, grinning as she leans forward to catch your eye.
"she’s just messing with you, y/n."
you chuckle, completely oblivious to the flirtatious undercurrent.
"well, it’s working. i feel like a proper football fan now."
"you look like one too," lena adds, her smile widening as she casually adjusts the scarf around your neck. her fingers brush lightly against your skin, and for a brief second, there’s a flicker of something more in the way she’s looking at you.
again, you chalk it up to her just being playful. after all, you’ve only known these girls for a month—there’s no way lena’s flirting, right?
"okay, okay," you laugh, trying to shake off the slight awkwardness you feel.
"i get it, i look the part. but you two are the real stars here."
"oh please," kathi says, rolling her eyes.
"we’re benched, remember? lena and i are just here for moral support. you’re the real star for coming to your first game and surviving sitting with us."
you smile, feeling comfortable with them even though you’re completely out of your element.
"honestly, i’ve had so much fun already. i didn’t realize how intense football could be."
"you haven’t seen anything yet," lena says, nudging your arm.
"this is just a regular league game. wait until you see the champions league.”
"yeah, lena’s right. the energy in those games is something else," kathi adds, leaning back in her seat and stretching.
you nod, already imagining the bigger games. "i can’t wait to see more."
"and now that you’re here in munich," lena says, leaning a little closer,
"we’ll have to make sure you come to more games. maybe we’ll even get you onto the pitch someday."
"me? on the pitch? you guys would concede twenty goals before the second half." you laugh, shaking your head.
"i’m just here to watch. you guys are the pros."
"oh, i don’t know," lena says, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"you’ve got the look down, you’ve got the enthusiasm. all you need now is a little practice."
"practice?" you raise an eyebrow, amused.
"i don’t think i’d last five minutes on the field."
kathi grins, leaning in from the other side.
"i think you’d surprise yourself. plus, you play basketball, right? you’ve got the coordination."
"it’s not the same thing," you say, laughing.
"i’ve never even kicked a ball before."
"we’ll fix that," lena says confidently, her hand brushing against your arm again.
"next time we’re at the training grounds after our injury rehab, you should come. we’ll show you how it’s done."
kathi watches the exchange, clearly picking up on lena’s flirty tone, but you remain completely oblivious.
you just smile, nodding along as if they’re simply making friendly suggestions.
"yeah, i’m sure i’ll be a natural," you joke, but lena’s gaze lingers on you for a beat longer, and kathi gives her a subtle nudge.
by the time the final whistle blows after the game, bayern has secured a solid 3-0 victory, and the atmosphere in the stadium is electric. you clap and cheer along with the rest of the fans, feeling proud of your friends on the field.
"let’s go down and meet everyone," lena says, standing up and stretching.
"wait, meet everyone?" you ask, your eyes wide.
"yeah, come on," kathi says, grinning as she grabs your hand and pulls you toward the field.
"we’re taking you down to meet the whole team."
you can hardly believe this is happening. as the three of you make your way onto the pitch, your heart races. you’ve seen these girls on instagram or in the group chat, but now you’re about to meet them in person.
as soon as they spot you, georgia, sydney, tuva, and the rest of the team come running over, laughing and cheering.
“y/n!!” sam kerr squeals as she jogs over.
"it’s the wrong number girl!" tuva jokes, pulling you into a hug.
"i was starting to think you were a figment of my imagination." the norwegian continued.
“no no, i am real!” you laugh as she patted your shoulder.
"y/n!!!!"
you look over to see sydney sprinting to you from the benches.
she nearly tackles you as her strong body pushes yours into a hug. shes happy just as you were. you’ve talked to her more individually than the rest of the girls throughout the month, so you are most familar with syd.
sydney pulls back from the hug but keeps her hands on your shoulders.
"finally! it’s so good to meet you in person."
you smile, feeling the warmth of her welcome.
"yeah, it feels surreal, honestly."
"how’s munich treating you so far?" she asks, genuinely interested, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"it’s been great," you reply, nodding.
"i’m still getting used to everything, but it’s such a beautiful city like you’ve said. i’ve just been trying new places, you know?"
"that’s awesome," sydney says, giving you an approving nod.
"i’m glad you’re settling in. you’re gonna love it here once you get into the groove. georgia mentioned you live near her?"
"yeah, just a few streets down, actually."
"perfect!" sydney says, her smile widening.
"do you have a ride home? i can give you a ride home if you want. i’m heading that way anyway."
you blink, surprised by the offer, but then you nod, grateful.
"i was just going to take the bus home but that’d be great syd, thank you so much."
"no problem," she says, waving off your thanks.
"plus, tomorrow, you should join us for lunch. by us i mean me and sam. we are going to get pizza if you’re interested!?”
"that’s awesome, i’d love to" you say, clapping her hands together once as sydney pulls you in for a last hug– just happy to see you after speaking for a full month.
you laugh, feeling a sense of ease settle in. sydney’s kindness wasn’t surprising since she has always been kind and humorous in her messages.
a hand touches your shoulders and you see lena’s bestfriend– lea. the woman’s blonde hair and blue eyes complimented each other and you couldn’t help but smile.
"lea!!!" you laugh, hugging her.
"it’s so good to meet you," lea says, smiling warmly against your shoulder.
"its nice seeing you in person rather than in pictures on my phone." lea continued.
you blush, overwhelmed by how kind they all are. it feels like you’ve known these girls for years, not just weeks.
as the hugs and introductions continue, you can’t help but feel like you’ve found your friends here in munich.
pernille and magda walk over, and you freeze slightly. of course you’ve talked to them in the groupchat but you’ve recently discovered that they’re one of the most iconic couples in women’s football.
"so, you’re the famous y/n," pernille says with a grin, her arm coming to wrap around your shoulders.
"uh, yeah, i guess that’s me," you say, feeling your cheeks heat up.
"you’re adorable," magda says, giving you a once-over before flashing you a smile.
"thanks," you mumble, feeling your face grow even hotter. these girls are all so effortlessly cool, and you’re still trying to wrap your head around the fact that they’ve accepted you into their world.
after chatting with the team for a while, discussing the game and making jokes, you realize just how lucky you are to have stumbled into this friendship.
sure, it started with a wrong number, but now, standing on the pitch surrounded by these incredible women, you feel like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
as the night winds down, sydney meets you after changing and showering in the locker rooms. she grins as the both of you walk to her car, georgia already waiting.
sydney agreed to take the both of you home. since you and georgia are neighbors and sydney lives a couple of minutes away.
"so, what do you think y/n? are you a football fan now?"
"definitely," you laugh, glancing around at the team. "i can’t believe you guys play that amazing sport."
“It's exhausting sometimes though.” georgia says from the passenger seat as you settle in the middle seat in sydney’s car.
“i feel you. i mean i’m not a professional footballer, but i did play basketball for many years.” you say.
“that's not shocking, you look athletic.” sydney says as georgia nods her head.
“thank you! i can’t believe the one and only sydney lohmann is complimenting me.” you joke and georgia laughs.
"believe it," sydney says, reaching over her drivers seat to pat your left knee.
"we’re not letting you go anytime soon."
part three here
#woso fanfics#bayern frauen#gerwnt#lena oberdorf#woso community#woso x reader#sydney lohmann#sydney lohmann x reader#georgia stanway#pernille harder#magdalena eriksson#lea schüller#lea schuller x reader#sarah zadrazil#ana maria guzman#glodis viggosdottir
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Different DOAI AUs As Memes!
Sitcom AU:
Alex: What are you doing in my house?
Clyde: I want a sandwich
Folie À Deux:
Alex: The voices! THE FUCKING VOICES!
Winfrey: They need some milk…
Brainwashed/Caretaker AU:
Mortimer: So, what would you like to eat?
Lankmann: The souls of the innocent…
Alex: A bagel
Lankmann: NO!!
Alex: Two bagels
The Williams Foundation:
CorruptedDoodles: Your new secret foundation is GREEN.
Alex: Wha-?
Troupe Of Eldritch Horrors:
Clyde: So Winfrey messaged me asking me if I wanted to hang out, but I responded with “No, I’m sorry I literally look like a clown right now and they saidd “Oh come on it cannot be that bad.” And I was like no…*starts cracking up* No you don’t-
Twins AU:
Alex (talking about Spector): And we are roommates.
Clyde: Oh my god, they are roommates.
Creators:
Sitcom AU: @purplechaosguardian
Folie À Deux: @cardboardclownery
Caretaker: @corrupteddoodles
The Williams Foundation: @corrupteddoodles
TOEH: @troupe-of-eldritch-horrors
Twins: Me!
Reblog with different interpretations of the memes if u wanna!
#dreams of an insomniac#doai pastra#doai alex williams#doai lankmann#doai winfrey#doai clyde#doai twins au#doai sitcom au#doai mortimer#williams foundation#troupe of eldritch horrors au#caretaker au#brainwashed au#folie à deux#doai memes
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tori being possessed by the shinigami is that meme of the guy being possessed by a demon
someone: what do you want to eat
tori: a space bagel
shinigami: THE SOULS OF THE LIVING
tori: ....two space bagels
#she cannot be force whammied. the shinigami has made her too strong#the force is strong with this bitch#toriverse
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God I'm sorry but you've put such a mental image in my head. Just SL!macaque being lost in a storm of his emotions and shadows, only for two little baby monkeys to pop out who immediately imprint on him. Next thing he knows he's got one on his back and another in a baby carrier while he's buying them McDonald's happy meals
Mac having them on his back, two little demons in a meme he'd ask for bagels
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We haven't interacted here yet but 👍 for twcfaces? Just for fun. :)
Send 👍 for a random headcanon I have about our muses
One time during Khare's shift, she was working alone at the front when Harvey came in. She had absolutely no idea who he was since she hadn't been in Gotham very long and treated him just like she would anybody else, taking his order and making sure it was to his liking. It never twigged later on when reading the paper or watching the news, the only thing she remembers about the incident was that he was just a nice customer who wanted two bagels.
#halekulan-i#twcfaces#memes ;; random headcanon of our muses#ASDFGHJKL I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY#I tried to keep it ambiguous since I'm not sure how out and about Harvey would be after the Two-Face incident#Timelines and all#But even then she probably wouldn't think twice if he did come in afterwards#Most important thing is his order not who he is or what he looks like#That two bagels meme you reblogged was the ONLY thing I could think of in this situation 😭#Khare: He was very polite and was a pleasure to serve
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Nostalgia For The Life We’ll Never Have
I see the perfect park bench and think, that’s where we would’ve spent Sunday mornings. Coffee and bagels. And us. Just us. I see a family on vacation, and a photo album appears in my mind, fully stocked with pictures of roller coasters and beaches, and that same pizza place we (would’ve) stopped at on our way to the grandparents’ house for Christmas. I hear a song and knew we would’ve made it ours. I save relationship memes, just in case. I imagine we sit on the park bench crying, discussing divorce in our forties, and two years later, the bench is removed by the city, but somehow we made it. Now I’m sad over the lost bench we’ll never have. I adjust my attitude in this daydream. I come back to reality changed. Softer, kinder. More daring and willing. This life we’ll never have moves inside of me. Like a memory. I already miss it. It’s never happened, and never will, and it’s already the prequel for whatever will come next. I’m at my job, closing the dining room, and polishing coffee mugs. I’m reminiscing on all the Sunday morning’s we never or would’ve and somehow did spend together. I’m at your gravestone, telling you to hold on. It won’t be long now. Promising you I haven’t forgotten the good old days, and the little bench we loved together. Nothing breaks my heart as much as this life we’ll never have.
#poetry#poem#writing#love#spilled ink#poets on tumblr#spilled poetry#spilled thoughts#spilled words#poet#prose#original poem#love story#lovecore#relationships#nostalgia#dark academia aesthetic#dark academia#poets corner#story
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