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bluecollarmcandtf · 1 year

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Hypno-Drafted

NFL all-star Luke Novak wasn't happy that I drafted him. He swore he was going to reject the offer, so I pulled him aside and whispered in his ear. The quarterback's snarl stretched into a smile. He realized he couldn't wait to sign the contract. He belonged to me, now.

Luke wasn't the first player I hypnotized since buying this team. I brought all 53 of my players under control the second I could, suppressing their old habits, aspirations, and personalities to replace them with an attitude that better aligns with my vision for our team.

They don't speak. They don't joke around or slack off. They only shout "Yes, Coach!" and obey commands to push their bodies harder and harder each night. It's grueling, and they don't have any time outside of football, but the NFL has never seen a more god-like group of dedicated athletes.

My men are ruthless against their opponents, but they must be restrained when it comes penalties. Each player is programmed to know what happens if he messes up and gives the other team an advantage.

Luke Novak messed up tonight when he caused a false start. He let me down.

He knows he needs me to teach him a lesson.

Luke Novak marched over to me after the game, still clad in his sweaty match gear. His heavy steps echoed through the empty stadium as he stomped through the mud. His face was as emotionless as the day I first drafted him, but a raging boner strained against his tight uniform pants. His unblinking eyes were locked on me his owner.

"I am an embarrassment to you, sir," he stated monotonously with his deep voice, "Please, let me make up for the penalty."

"Go ahead," I encouraged, excited for what would happen next.

The quarterback slowly began peeling off his sweaty jersey and pads, stripping down to nothing but the damp underwear beneath his soaked uniform. The harsh stadium lights highlighted the pounds of muscle he'd gained under my control. His eyes vacantly stared into mine as he undressed, and the indifference on his face didn't flinch as his knees dropped to the squishy turf.

"Fuck some sense into me, sir," he begged without any emotion in his words.

His massive package was still rock hard as he stared at me; something I programmed into all of my athletes. All my football players got hard the second they saw the team's owner.

Pro-athlete Luke Novak swiftly turned on his knees and dropped to the ground, carelessly shoving his handsome face into the muddy ground as his bulky arms laid limply by his side. He raised his perfect muscle-butt in the air for the entire empty stadium to behold.

"I hope you learn your lesson, Luke," I moaned, pulling his underwear down and mounting him like a dog, "I don't care that we won. Next time, I expect a perfect game. You hear me?"

"Yes, sir!" a muffled reply came from somewhere between his smushed face and the grass.

I spent the next hour or so teaching my lesson to completion before hopping off him and telling him to hit the showers. The football pro didn't seem anymore upset or expressive than he had when he first marched over.

Luke Novak just stood, collecting his discarded clothing beneath a muscled arm. His face and chest was covered in grass and mud, but he didn't seem to notice or care. His dick still rose to full mast when he looked at me.

"Yes, sir," he answered and turned, marching back to the lockeroom like the obedient football boy he was.

He seemed to waddle a bit awkwardly as he walked, but his bare ass was perfect, even from 50 yards away. I'd never been a sports man, but this football team was easily the best investment of my life.

#gay hypnosis #gay mind control #hypno story #hypnotized #gay ai art #gay ai

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magics-neptunes-things · 8 months

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BabySister (2)

It been asked, it's here ladies and gentlemen!

I didn't realize that there is so much people asking for Leila's content but here it is!

You can find the requests here and here and here and here too

It's the part 2 of "Babysister*t that you can find here :) Please enjoy!

TW : Jealousy

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Despite the fact that your sister is aware of your relationship with Leila, you both decided not to make an official annoucement for now. Your friends are starting to be nicely made aware, but you’ve never been for the big announcements and you just talk about it to people who are interested in you and your personal life.

Shortly after the revelation, Jenni had to go back home. Two days later, it was Leila who had to return to Manchester and you are back alone in Barcelona. Even if you have friends and family here, their departures aren't easy. Especially Leila’s, of course. Seeing her go through airport security after one last long hug will probably break your heart every time.

Your week then went on, between work, a few drinks with your friends and the routine that settled back after the holidays. You regularly called Jenni during the week and every night you call Leila, but it’s clearly not enough compared to being able to see them every day while they’re in Barcelona.

"Is everything okay?" Leila asks you Friday night, having noticed your morale at half-mast.

"Yes" you answer simply by shrugging your shoulders.

Leila is preparing herself something to eat, you see her stop to look more closely at the screen of the phone. It's true that you are less local than usual, something that was obviously quickly noticed by Leila. She knows you well.

"I can tell when you’re lying, you know?"

You sigh softly, letting yourself go on your back on your bed. Of course she can.

"I’m fine. I miss you, that’s all"

"I miss you too, Cariño. What are you planning for your weekend?"

"Tomorrow we go out for a drink with my colleagues probably. And Sunday afternoon I watch my girlfriend play on TV"

"I like the second part, but the first? Will there be Aida?"

You roll your eyes when you hear her. You don’t understand why Leila reacts every time she hears that name, you already have had a few comments about her from your coffee with Jenni. All turned around a jealousy that absolutely doesn't deserve to exist.

"She wasn’t sure she could come" so you answer honestly.

"Perfect. Let her continue like this"

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The following weekend is a little more glorious, since you have the opportunity to fly to Manchester to see Leila play. With Manchester City at home, you can enjoy Leila’s apartment while she’s at training before joining her at the stadium to be on time for the game. You’re happy to see her start the game, just like Laia Aleixandri, your compatriot.

The match ends with a draw and you quickly notice the disappointed look of Leila. She likes to win when you come to see her, probably to add pride.

"You were perfect" you smile at her when she comes up to you after the game.

"We didn't win" Leila objects but you smile tenderly while shrugging her shoulders.

"Not everyone can be as perfect as you."

An amused smile appears on her face when hearing you and you know that her morale isn't as low as you might have feared.

"The girls want to go out tonight, you want us to go too?"

You willingly accept, freeing Leila so that she can go to take a shower and warm up a little. You have time to go home for a while before going out again and you enjoy having her only for you for a few hours. You can imagine that once in the evening, things will be a little less easy.

You spend a little more time than usual in the bathroom getting ready, wishing to impress Leila. Now that your sister knows about you two, you’re a little less afraid of getting caught by someone and ending up on social media. And you can say just by seeing Leila’s look when you come out that it’s successful.

"Do you like it?" you ask Leila, looking down at your outfit.

"You are to die for" Leila assures you, eyes wide open.

You can't hold a small smile and you gladly accept her hug even if her hands are a little wandering on your body.

"Be good, we have to go" you remind her by laying a kiss on her cheek.

Despite a grunt of protest, Leila finally lets you go and drags you to the bottom of her building. Both planning to drink, you preferred to use an Uber rather than taking risks on your way back home. Maybe one of Leila’s teammates can take you home if she doesn’t drink, but you’ll have plenty of time to check in later.

Most of Leila’s teammates are already at the bar when you get there, your hand in Leila’s. You greet them or you greet them again, even if you are easier to communicate with those who speak Spanish. Your English is great actually and that's a good thing.

The evening goes well and you have a good time, dancing or just chatting and talking with the girls. After a long time of dancing on the dance floor, you went back to sit with Leila and other girls.

"I’m going to the bathroom, I’m coming back" Leila whispers in your ear before getting up.

You nod, smiling as you feel her letting a kiss on your neck before shifting your attention to your glass, to see that it's empty. Given the heat, you don't hesitate long before getting up to go get another one.

You take the time to ask those around you if they want something and you refuse the proposal of Laia who asks you nicely if you want her to accompany you, despite the arms of her boyfriend passed possessively around her.

The crowd is dense and you have to go around the dance floor to reach the bar. But you finally get there, leaning on the corner of the bar waiting patiently for someone to come and serve you. There are a lot of people so it takes time, but you wait while looking at your phone. When you feel a hand on your shoulder you turn around smiling, expecting to see Leila. But it's actually a smiling blonde you’re facing, who you absolutely don’t know. The surprise must be read on your face since she apologizes almost immediately.

"Hi! Sorry, but I saw you’ve been waiting for your drink for a while. I’m not working today, but I work here, so I’m gonna put you in front of the others."

"Uh… thank you?" you mumble.

You look at her hand still positioned on your shoulder but you are quickly turned away from it when she shouts what you imagine to be the name of one of the bartenders. And indeed, in two seconds he's facing you to take your order.

"You’re not from here, are you? I can hear your accent"

There was a time when her hand got off your shoulder while taking the order, but she continues to smile cheerfully at you.

"I am Spanish" you answer simply with a slight smile.

"Oh so great. I’ve never been to Spain, but I’d love to."

You smile at her and don’t know what to answer at that. Unlike your sister, you’ve never been very comfortable interacting with other people. It's always much better for you when you are introduced into a group by someone you completely trust. The way Jenni quickly attracted people’s sympathy has always been something you admired about her.

Fortunately, however, you are saved by the bartender who comes in front of you with the glass you asked him for.

"I’m offering it to you" says the blonde, watching you grab your purse, putting her hand on yours. "Sorry about the question, but you’re a lesbian, right?"

"What?"

The surprise can be seen on your face again in front of the question she just asked you. Yes you are and no you never hid it, but you don't understand why this question was asked to you now.

"Don’t take this the wrong way" continues your smiling interlocutor "But I don’t know, it’s just something I can see. You’re like very gay, right?"

"She’s also very in a relationship" makes an icy voice behind you.

You turn around and see Leila and her black eyes. She really doesn't seem happy about the situation but tries to remain cordial. And now that you see her behavior, you finally understand that the girl was hitting on you.

"And I’ll pay for her drink thanks."

Her voice is calm when she grabs her bank card and her other arm slips around your waist to squeeze you against her. But you know perfectly well that inside her, her brain must be exploding.

"Lei" you whisper to try to get her attention.

Talking normally would have been enough, given the ambient noise, but you especially wanted to prevent the blonde from hearing you. You study Leila’s gaze at length when she puts it on you. You don’t have a lot of time together this weekend and you really don’t want to waste time arguing.

But before you have time to draw conclusions, her payment is accepted and she leads you to the table you left a few minutes ago. It's now almost empty, there is in truth only Laia and her boyfriend who discuss by looking tenderly the other in the eyes, probably forgetting the rest of the world. Moreover, Leila chose to sit opposite them.

"I told her not to leave you alone" Leila groans, glancing at Laia.

"I told her I didn’t need her to come" you explain, not wanting her to blame Laia.

"Well, she shouldn’t have listened to you" said the brunette, raising her voice.

"Leila, please"

You give her your best little sad puppy look by laying your hand on her knee. Leila is looking at you and it seems to work even better than you had hoped. She finally sighs softly and you take the opportunity to lean against her, kissing her elbow.

"That’s exactly why I don’t like it when you go out without me. It already happens when we are together, I prefer not imagine what happens when you're alone"

"Believe it or not, this kind of situation only happens when I’m with you. It never happens in Spain, I guess people are more used to the Latin charm there" you smile softly.

"Maybe it’s not a good idea that I suggest you come and live here then"

You freeze suddenly, your brain recording what she just said. You take off from her to observe her, falling face to face with her amused smile.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. My contract is coming to an end, and I don’t know where I’m gonna go next, but I don’t think you’re gonna have a hard time finding work around here for some months. And even if you don’t, you don’t have to spend a dime since I’ll be there. Now that Jenni knows, it makes things less complicated, no?"

You can’t help but smile softly as you imagine Jenni’s face when you will announce her that you're leaving Barcelona to join Leila in Manchester. You know your parents aren’t going to be against it, you’ve been living alone for a long time now. And anyway, you’re an adult and vaccinated.

"What do you think?" Leila asks after you’ve been quiet for a few seconds.

"I’d say yes, but you said it wasn’t a good idea" you joked mischievously.

But the joke doesn't seem to be Leila’s taste since, after pouting, she imprisons your lips with hers for a long and tender kiss.

"Come and live with me" Leila whispers against your lips after your kiss.

"I’d love to" you answer with a smile.

This will probably require a lot of adjustments, but you don't hesitate a single second. You know Leila won’t be against you going back to Barcelona whenever you feel the need. But the idea of waking up every day at his side is already filling you with happiness.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #leila ouahabi #leila ouahabi imagine #leila ouahabi x reader

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 6 months

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I've talked a lot about how I can't wait until the John Robins level of competitiveness and intensity gets featured on Taskmaster, but I'm not sure I've made it clear enough yet that I am also excited just to see the skillset. Quick and lateral thinking is probably one of the most significant fundamental skills that comes up across Taskmaster tasks, and he's really good at it, and when I say I think he'll win I don't mean just because he's my favourite, I mean he's my favourite because I love his comedy and will enjoy watching his playing style, and as a separate issue from that, I think he's going to win due to being better than everyone else at the tasks.

Just heard a Made-Up Game that I believe illustrates this. Relevant to know that it's a running discussion that Elis James is really really into football and John Robins prefers other sports, follow football only casually. Which has come up before in these games, the time when John Robins started a feature of reading out excerpts from his old diary (which are amazingly horrifying, that's a whole other post), got so upset about doing so that he immediately contracted a migraine, probably. In that he started complaining of a bad headache, made them stop to turn off all the lights in the studio, asked if it's normal to "feel like I'm not here", asked if anyone else saw that flashing light, to which the poor interm producer said "No" while sounding fairly afraid that the radio station was going to fall apart on his watch because this happened while the normal producer was on holiday, and Elis started sounding genuinely panicked that he'd have to broadcast by himself. And in the middle of this, they played a Made-Up Game that based on guessing things about football stadiums, which is Elis James' special source of interest and John's casual one at absolute best, and John still won the game 3-0. Incredible showing. I was so impressed. The cut to a track and came back and he was able to keep broadcasting. It was fine.

Anyway, a few episodes later they did another game that John won so easily that afterward, he offered to play another round but base this one on football players to significantly stack it in Elis' favour, and still took the round easily.

I mean, it definitely makes a difference that Elis James is very, very bad at quick thinking. Elis definitely makes John look quick. I somewhat recently listened to John's first few appearances on the Pappy's podcast, where he got into some back-and-forths with people who are not Elis James, and the difference was noticable, Elis definitely makes John look quick. But even on those Pappy's podcasts, John still sounded fairly quick (impressive, I think, considering that he was clearly very drunk in both of them), just not totally unchallenged as he is on home turf. Quick thinking and ability to accurately size up factors to make a good guess is such a transferable skill. Nick Mohammed has the wildly strong memory skills, and I'm hoping they'll give him a chance to show those off on Taskmaster, but I have to hope that because not every task requires it. While John Robins has skills that I don't have to hope come up in the season, because those are fundamental to almost every Taskmaster task.

So I would like to make it clear that I will not just be enjoying the comedic stylings of John Robins on Taskmaster, I will be backing him like he's my favourite sports team as I believe in his abilities, and will get upset if he doesn't win. Not just if he doesn't win the whole thing, I'll get upset every time he doesn't win a task. Everyone get ready for that. I'm nailing my colours to the mast on that right now. It's going to be an exciting ten weeks.

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kylo-wrecked · 9 months

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🥂{💋} It's minutes after some hour she can't really read on her watch because she's lost her glasses.... Again.

And when he saunters into his demesne something like the spirit of Morrison possessing a sleek sort of panther, all swagger that is only really exhaustion attempting to outrun itself ~he learned long ago how to fake it to the very last~ Beth is really glad he doesn't have... company. Instead of boots ten miles too high and a ransom of neon spandex, in place of black glossy vinyl that would be forced to make mountains out of molehills only with the right corsetry, she stands in oversized fuzzy flannel pyjama bottoms and a faded Red Hot Chili Peppers tee-shirt {Stadium Arcadium tour, sixteen years in the past}. She offers him up a little plate, on it toast that is still just that, melted butter and honey dripping down the sides. She thinks it's funny. "Happy New Year."

{ 🎁 You know you want: Music!Ben }

His swagger could be an anthem in faking it till making it or just how drunk he is. He smells like a bar. Tobacco, cedar wood, the bite of something medicinal. Every lacquered plaster wall in his moon desert pad rings with the sound of another all-new year, or that could be his ear. Would be gnarly if that was the ear.

Ben Solo haunts his own apartment, a slow-moving, glitzed-out ghost.

After stumbling into some chalky owl's burrow to drink from a tap, he stumbles into the sight of Beth Riley standing in his living room like a single mast of light, one leg tucked meekly behind the other. Wide-eyed in her flannels and band shirt, with a china doll smile and a china doll's way of presenting a plate, three-quarters turned.

Ben leans the square of an allover sequin embellished viscose shoulder into a surface he knows isn't solid at all. He moves his palm up and down the wall, closes his eyes. Shadows hide the marbles of broken blood vessels.

"Happy New Year."

Could be January first or January third. Special k was a time-bender that way. New year, new moment. He couldn't remember five hours ago—success. But he could still remember the shrill on I-15. The smell, not unlike toast at first.

It is funny.

The little plate is funny. Beth. Funny. Ben doesn't remember inviting her over, leaving her here, but he must have. He must have moved stupid quick and given her his door pin, or she wouldn't be here, in her little PJs, offering him a slab of honey butter toast on a doll-sized stoneware plate in her little hands.

He approaches gradually. There's music in his hesitance, too, though the shine is all shirt, not him. He's death in designer duds, looking for blood.

"Why are you so small?" He considers Beth with a smile in his eyes that has made other women threaten violence. He considers the toast. "Maybe I'm just too much. Just too big."

But he couldn't possibly have said that—it's not something he'd ever say.

Ben bites a crust off the treat; warm honey runs down his lip. He swallows and wipes at it with his hand but misses the bead in the corner of his mouth. Not like he doesn't know it's there.

Till the very last breath could be a toast.

He laughs at the shirt.

"Take that off," he slurs, bends to do away with it, and clumsily yanks it up Beth's stomach, revealing her sleek obliques and narrow belly button, the silver knobs of each piercing. Ben does smile when he spots those. (* He doesn't know if he wants to suck on them or if the desire is a memory. His mind is a tunnel, too.*)

As he and Beth struggle over the hem, the collar pulls a little, the faded iron-on tents and warps in their grappling. Beth's heels lift off the floor. She drops the plate, and it bounces on the space-grey carpeting and rolls and clatters on its face in the dark, but she won't let go of his hand.

They both know Ben could rip off the shirt as easily as he could toss Beth across the room. Still, even in their scuffle, a game is at play. If she won't let him, he won't do it.

Somewhere in that blue night scuffle, their mouths meet with the taste of honey and powdered metal.

@brooklynislandgirl

#brooklynislandgirl #m. au | music!verse ben: nowhere man #seasons greasons #queue de la k #tw: drug mention

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turbobyakuren · 11 months

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I love her design, do you have any details on the Flying Dutchman? I love ghost ships as a whole.

I have written a few things here, so i'll continue them on this ask!

Flying Dutchman is the leader of Team 2, the Oceans' Team, composed solely of Water MagiMonsters (save one but shshsh no one knows) and intervening across the seven seas.

In addition to her abilities to travel anywhere on the seas and to summon a ghost crew, Dutchie has the ability to reshape itself continuously. She can rearrange the outside and inside, create whatever rooms she needs, she can add as much equipment (masts, sails, cannons...) and make her deck feel like it's as large as seven football stadiums. The only limitation of this power is that all the elements are parts of 17th century boats.

Dutchie is a fearsome fighter on the seas, once she locked a target, it will be difficult to convince her to give up. If you manage to do so, there must be a very convincing reason. Dutchie is determined and cocky. Her ambition goes beyond her ideals.

Dutchie is a proud captain, loving each and every of her "crewmates" (that's how she calls her team) and sincerely caring about them, although she still has a lot to learn about what it's like to be a "human".

She is secretly deeply envious of her crew members for being humans, as her greatest wish is to become fully human herself. She doesn't fully get what being human is like yet, so she tries her best and so she will end up in a lot of comical situations where her behaviour is based exclusively on strange theoretical knowledge of humans.

Her greatest dream is to, one day, walk on the land and explore the Earth's continents.

#transfaust #asks #my ocs #magimonsters #flying dutchman

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enchanted1waters · 1 year

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Musically lustful.

Summary: Loser!Ellie is a sophomore in college, a die hard fan of the band. The reader is an oc rocker babe!! Ellie gets more than a backstage tour...

Pt 2 will be the one filled with smut 🙄💅

Warnings: sexual content in next chapter, loser!Ellie pussy drunk, good music, drugs, alcohol.

Enjoyyyy ☝️👀📸

Ellie's pov:

The Professor giving us the 'ok' to leave sent me scrambling to gather all of papers, stuffing them all into my book bag not caring one or two about whether or not they were bent to hell or not. All I cared about was-

*Ding*

Dinathepussydestroyer13

Are you ready, groupie?

Els_constellations

Since when is your user that!?

Dinathepussydestroyer13

I figured if I was gonna give my social to a hot band chick, it better be memorable. It's hilarious, admit it.

Els_constellations

Ha. Ha. So funny. I thought you and Jessie were back on?

Dinathepussydestroyer13

Yeah a week ago, thought you'd know us better than that Einstein.

Walking down the hallway, deep in my conversation; rushing to get out I accidentally bumped into a door frame. Sending me looking straight up to make sure no one saw that. After realizing I was clear, I cursed myself out and huffed. I continued swiping on the very cracked iphone 6. "Jesus Ellie get it together."

Els_constellations

lol, Anyways I just got out of class. You have the tickets?

Dinathepussydestroyer13

Yes Mom, now if I pick you up later and you aren't wearing the most obvious, "hey I'm gay and single" outfit. I'm shoving you into a push up bra of mine.

At the threat I gasped aloud, fastly tapping back.

Els_costellations

You wouldn't dare. >:(

Dinathepussydestroyer13

Oh but I would. >:)) NOW GET READY, ILL BE THERE IN AN HOUR.

It was Friday night, me and my best friend, Dina since preschool; WERE ABOUT TO SEE MY FAVORITE BAND. Fangs and all. I had first heard th when I was flipping through the radio in Joel's truck. When they came on, instead of Joel immediately swatting the dial he paused. Gruffed for a moment sure, but when our ears landed on each thrum of the bass chord, his fingers tapped the steering wheel, my heart soared. Sadly Joel wasn't able to go of course with his contracting job he'd been into recently, but since I showed Dina them about a couple years ago and made her ACTUALLY listen to it a couple months ago...she now just last Wednesday was rambling about getting a tattoo from one of their songs that read, "Everybody has a chapter they don't read aloud." Which I don't blame her for because it was this entire 5 genre clashed into one song, which caused a symphony of layering and then the entire instrumental went silent and then the lead singer, WHO IS ALSO THE BASSIT! sick right!?! She just sounded like she took it from the bottom of her lungs, bottled up for so long and threw it out into the world hoping someone strong enough would catch it- DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HER. She's only a year older than me. EVEN WHEN SHE TALKS ON TV SHE SOUNDS INTELLIGENT. Definitely one of the first people I ever mast- shit where was I. Jesus Ellie rambling to yourself again

Fuck. I gotta get ready, what to wear...sweats? Nope. Dina will absolutely murder me and bring the most tragic thing over here to push me into.

Shoving ten flannels and sweatshirts out of the way I found a white cut off tank top, old and grown out of, some holes here and there. The cut off exposing my arms and my v line down to my baggy-ish washed out jeans. Hanging lowly around my waist. I looked in the mirror. I thought I looked decent, by decent I mean completely in my head, swallowing and choking on my own salvia. About to crawl out of my own skin before Dina basically busted down my door to tell me how good I looked and for once in my life I actually listened.

Eventually we made it, we FUCKING made it. It was breathtaking, the concert stadium that is. Yet that might have a little to do with the blunt Dina and I shared to counteract the pile of anxiety eating away at me.

Scarlett's pov:

Waking up this morning to banging on my door after a hangover from last night- oh let me go ahead and inform you. My drummer Vick had the great idea to dare me to drink the rest of the beer pong cups, saying I wouldn't do it. And I know what you're thinking, "Scarlett why wouldn't you just say yeah exactly, I won't." Well that's because my family is a bunch of role models and if Im not used as the child to compare to as a bad example, Id be useless. So continuing on, I woke up to my guitarist, Trace banging on my door telling me we made it to Austin.

"YEAH I CAN HEAR YOU, ASSHOLE." I said rolling over, barely seeing through my hair in my eyes. "GOOD, NOW DO YOU HAVE A CIGARETTE?" She asked through the locked door. I groaned in response into my pillow. I then forced myself out of bed to the door, unlocking it as I made my way over to my nightstand pulling out a carton. Her following behind me. I sit down on the bed, pulling on pants. "Here, needy." I say throwing the rest of the pack at her after pulling one in-between my lips. She laughed as she pulled a lighter out.

"You excited? Gonna getcha a cowgirl?" She said nudging me after lighting my cigarette. I rolled my eyes, "if I'm lucky, I'll be the cowgirl and she'll be my ride for the night." She arches an eyebrow at me, "RIGHTTTT, because you're totally gonna take groupie in. You know how you are, you flirt and then you never bring a fan back. If you do it's not a fan, it's some chick from a gay bar."

I take one last quick puff off of my cig before replying, "OUUU fuck me for keeping one moral intact. I just...don't wanna take advantage of them. You know?" She starts to laugh, "I would say yes, but I'd be lying. I love me some emo cowboy groupies." She then presses a cowboy hat on my head she somehow managed to snuggle in here and runs off.

~later~

Spritzing a lingering fragrance onto my skin as a finishing touch, I looked into my mirror one last time to see :Hair fluffed and free, metal necklaces down my cleavage to my mid-waist, dark eye makeup with glitter highlighting my eyelid, light makeup if any on my actual face, freckles in full bloom across my t-zone. Lips plump, teeth whitened, Darkest green jacket caressing my curves as it flows to my knees, cropped silver and black lacey top that flowed into bell like flowy sleeves under my jacket, tits barely over flowing, matching skirt, and finally combat boot like heels. Rings, bracelets, piercings, all jewelry of any kind as well as tattoos could be found at least once on me. I looked good for a concert anyways.

Leaving my dressing room I was immediately offered shots and weed. Passing everything for now other than a single clear shot, I passed by Tracey, looking annoyed by Sebs room my other guitarist. "You okay?" I asked just to quickly be cut off by "OH FUCK- daddy RIGHTTTT THEREEE!" extremely fake pornographic sounds to leak from his room.

"I've knocked four times." She said before cocking her head to suggest giving it a go. I rolled my eyes as Moans continued leaking through the door. I started pounding on the door after knocking three times. Finally with ten minutes before show time, I kicked the door, "HEY BUMPY DICK, WICKED WITCH OF THE PORN STUDIOS CALLED, SHE WANTS HER NOSE BACK. " 30 seconds later a girl with terrible hair and clothes came RUNNING out. Leaving my pendejo of a guitarist at the door, "did you really have to ruin my hard by using child movie terms?"

I scoffed, "Did you really have to waste my time spending two hours trying to find a girls clit? Next time ask fucking Siri." I finish before hitting him in the back of the head. Trace left to inform him of the time crunch left before curtain.

Eventually my band was in position, 25,000 all in one stadium. The cheering coming to a silence as tradition once our green screen begins to project our new clip, (a clip is a video we make of the album genre we're about to play, which we change every show.) As soon as that's over, I strum the bass one time as I finally reveal myself from behind the enormous speaker. Smiling at the camera, I stick out my tongue as my entire band lays into the chords and drums.

Ellie's pov:

Dina had managed to push her way to the first three rows, dragging me along. When I tell you I was RESURRECTED BY THE SIGHT OF THE GODDESS OF A WOMAN. Suddenly the air was thinner, my boxers were tighter- shit I'm no better than a man.

Dina leaned over to me, "If that woman had a dick, id want to have her BABIES." She said causing my face to heat up and hers to scrunch in humour.

Minutes later, Dina had made it front row, screaming the lyrics. By this time I was in another plane of existence, the high chilling in my blood, my favorite band of all time in my fucking presence. It couldn't get better. Until it did.

Scarlett viper was beating the last chords out with her fist when she slung her bass, Tracey migalister sending a soul wretching GUTAIR solo through the air as Scarlett ran to the strip of stage near me. She looked down, at me? No. My weed had to have been laced. Fuck, did I die? Am I in heaven?

Yeah. Her siren like eyes bored into mine as she strutted, curving every step she took towards me, still singing the last lyrics as she stripped her green long jacket off. Maintaining eye contact and stripping would have me on the floor passed out, but the way her plump lips curled onto the words, "wanna savour every drop." Caused screams across the entire acre of land. Jealousy. Out of 25 thousand people, she was putting my set of eyes in a trance. It's definitely for effect right? That is until she laughed at Dina who was fanning me and pointing at me, which I didn't realize. Next second I knew Tracie the FUCKING legend had walked over, fingers like lightning looking for a tall structure on the chords. Bending down to us, Infront of Dina. She leaned back on her heels, back arched as she ripped the song into pornographic sounds from the gutair. Holding eye contact with Dina she picked Scarlett Viper's jacket up threw it to me, landing it on my face then taking her literal FAMOUS pic after licking it and handing it to Dina. THESE TWO ITEMS COULD GO FOR MILLIONS. yet all it did was make me wet.

Dina and I looked at each other and started to fan girl, screaming, grabbing each other. "IM NEVER WASHING MY FACE AGAIN." I screamed as I pulled the jacket off of my face. "IM NEVER TOUCHING ANOTHER MAN AGAIN WHILE THAT WOMAN IS ALIVE, OH MY FUCKING GOD. WHY DOESN'T SHE LICK MY PUSSY LIKE THAT." Half cringing, half laughing at Dina, I was interrupted by a strong set of hands touching both me and Dina.

Us both ready to swing and defend ourselves we're quickly let down when it was just a tall, muscular girl handing us weird necklace things. "These are backstage passes, the band sent them down to you two."

#ellie williams #dina tlou #glam rock

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"150 players from 25 national teams have signed the letter, which is also supported by the international players' organization Fifpro.

More or less the entire Swedish national team has signed the letter, which has not yet been made public. Djurgården's goalkeeper, national team veteran Hedvig Lindahl, is one of them."

The stars' demands: "There must be equal prize money"

With four months to go until the World Cup, the stars are raising their voices. In a letter to Fifa chairman Gianni Infantino, equal prize money is demanded, Australian ABC News reports .

- They must become equal, there must be a plan for that, says Swedish goalkeeper Hedvig Lindahl.

The open letter, delivered to Infantino in October - ahead of the men's World Cup in Qatar - calls for more equal prize money for the championships.

150 players from 25 national teams have signed the letter, which is also supported by the international players' organization Fifpro.

More or less the entire Swedish national team has signed the letter, which has not yet been made public. Djurgården's goalkeeper, national team veteran Hedvig Lindahl, is one of them.

- It is important that we women's players come together as a group and put our feet down and show unity across national borders. We want better conditions for playing football so that we can develop the dreams we have, says Lindahl.

"They need to be included"

Among other things, it is proposed that gender equality should be introduced as a point in Fifa's World Cup regulations, so that the ladies are offered the same conditions as the men. It is about travel to and from the championships, the size of the national team delegations and which stadiums and training facilities are provided, Australian ABC writes.

Some kind of collective agreement is also needed, the letter states.

- You can still be expected to show up and play for your country, but at the same time you don't even get good training clothes, you are forced to travel in the middle of the night and you may not get compensation when you don't go to your usual job and so on, says Hedvig Lindahl.

"Still quite positive about it"

In recent years, more and more battles have been fought for greater equality in women's football.

- I hope that Fifa wants to listen to it in the negotiations that are taking place with Fifpro. I still look at it quite positively, I hope that something good will come of this, says Lindahl.

#very curious to see who else has signed it #swewnt #swewnt article

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