#arsenal headers

[faelayouts]

hi bff! Can you make Gracie abrams Taylor x Real Madrid or arsenal header please??

(For the header could you make it one full photo not the usual 3 pictures if yk what I mean :) )

[koobrina]

girls icons + gabriel martinelli headers

like or rebelog if u used.

twitter @ hvrtzmount

[museszm]

Currently in mourning, bay fc count ur days

[lanarchive]

[royboyfanpage]

Could you please possibly explain the meaning in your header image? What makes it kinky😭❔I didn't understand it even when I read the comic 😔

Hi anon, good question and not something I was expecting to talk about at 9am 😂

The kinkiness comes from the idea that the one thing Roy wanted most in the world was to be dressed up like Ollie. At least in that panel, which is Roy making a joke about the actual events that happened, it's I guess meant to be "dressing up like your mentor? Kinky". And I mean, if you read the actual origin of the Haze suit, you can kinda understand the "kinky" a bit more.

Obviously Roy calling it a kink was a joke. The actual reason for Roy's "greatest desire" was, at least from my reading, Roy's jealousy surrounding Connor being given the role of Ollie's successor without any second thought

Which is something he expands on in the Arsenal mini, too.

So yeah, it's not a kink in the sense of "dressing up like his dead dad gets Roy off", but you can kinda understand why Roy would joke about it being a kink.

[comiconsnow]

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[rana030]

[greywindsports]

Rafaelle goal- MCI vs ARS- February 11, 2023

[alexbkrieger13]

What happened to preseason Juve Ngl I was expecting a challenge today 😂😂😂😂

We remembered how to finish our chances

[235uranium]

sighs. I'm in deep again

[faelayouts]

can you make leah williamson icons x martin odegaard hesder please ❤️

:D

[reijndeers]

KAI HAVERTZ MASTERCLASS??

[ur-mag]

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[debushit]

i need f1 back so i can have a mental breakdown about something other than myself

[jcamilov06]

that's not fair, he used his "excuse me, I'm a world cup champion" card 😶

[woso-dreamzzz]

Loss

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You lose

You wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

You wanted to take all your gloves and throw them into the fire and just watch them burn.

What use is a keeper that can't stop goals anyway?

Three goals went passed you today. Four if you count the one that was ruled offside.

Three balls shot passed you in the semifinal of the FA Cup. Arsenal would not be going to the final.

Faith had been put on you to carry the team through but you had fallen at the first hurdle.

A shot fired at you from point blank range in the first five minutes.

It skimmed your gloves and buried itself into your net.

The second came from a corner. A header that went just past your outstretched fingertips.

The third was during the second half. A cross into your box and a shot that zoomed past your body.

The fourth goal, the one called offside, had been whipped in just in front of you after you came out of your goal to collect.

It was a shocking performance from you and you fell face forward onto your bed to scream into your pillow.

Your phone keeps ringing and you know who it is.

You ignore it, turning your head so you can stare at your bedside table.

You watch your phone ring over and over again. The screen lights up and then goes dark again. It repeats again and again but all you can do is stare.

You don't want to think about the match. You want to crawl under your sheets and just die.

You've got to go out to get groceries tomorrow. You don't know how you're going to show your face in public.

Your performance was so embarrassing.

Your coach shouldn't have thought that putting an eighteen year old as keeper was a good idea. His faith in your ability was unfounded and you wonder briefly if it's too late to go back to school for something other than football.

You didn't think you needed a backup option. Football was everything to you. Football was your whole life.

You don't know what you're going to do without football.

Your phone rings again and you flip it over so you can't see the screen anymore.

Rocky looks back at you from his spot on your bedside table.

"Don't," You say to him," Don't look at me like that."

His blank googly eyes stare back at you.

"Stop it."

He keeps staring.

Your hand closes around him and your arm rears back in anger.

Rocky collides with your bedroom wall, clattering to the floor.

You scream into your pillow, forcing yourself not to cry.

You know everyone is going to be talking about your bad performance today. You knew you single-handedly sunk Arsenal's dream of the FA Cup this year.

Your phone rings again and again and you wish you had turned off your sound.

You never realised how annoying your ringtone was. If you remember when you wake up tomorrow, you'll have to change it.

The stupid jingle runs through your ears like how those goals run through your mind.

"I don't want to talk," You say when you finally gain the courage to answer your phone after watching it ring for at least an hour.

"Princesse-"

"No," You cut her off firmly," I don't want to talk. Stop calling me."

"No," Momma says," I watched the match-"

"I don't want to talk!" You insist," Why can't you leave me alone?!"

"Princ-"

"Stop it!" You say, tears running down your cheeks," Just stop!"

"It's not the end of the world." That's Morsa now.

"You weren't there! You don't know!"

"You think I haven't lost matches?" Comes Morsa's dry voice," I know all about losing, princesse. It's one match out of countless others. You'll get them next year."

"I don't want to get them next year!" You spit back," I wanted to get them this year!

"And that didn't work out," Momma says to you gently," And that's okay."

A sob rips through your throat. "Momma, I played so badly."

"You're still young," Momma says," You're never going to have a perfect game all season. It was unfortunate that it was today but it is what it is. You'll spend the weekend sulking about it but you'll improve yourself. You'll get better next time."

You crouch on your bedroom floor, picking up Rocky and wiping off the dirt from him.

One of his googly eyes has fallen off so you stick it back on.

"It's not just your fault," Morsa says," You're in a team sport, princesse. The blame never falls on one person's shoulders. You're still young. You've proven yourself to your team. One bad match doesn't ruin everything. You'll improve."

You wipe away your tears, clenching your fist around Rocky. "Really?"

"Of course. You're going to be great one day but you need to stumble a bit first. Learn from your mistakes and you'll get them next time."

You sniffle. "Thanks."

"Good girl," Momma says," Now, I want you to order food tonight, alright? You had a hard day. Treat yourself."

"I will."

"We love you."

"Love you too."

You look down at the rock in your hand and wince. "Sorry I threw you, Rocky. It won't happen again."