#but groups will celebrate their own things

[sirenmoontarot]

A letter from your Future Self 📜🪽

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌?

𝑀𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓅 ~ 𝒫𝓈𝓎𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒸 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ~ 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

Group 1

Okay guys for this group i am sensing your future self wants you to understand the importance of the unseen right now in your life, the unseen powers, the etheric guidance you receive, clairvoyant, intuitive hits. The power of the unseen forces in your life.Your future self is telling you that the apparent dead ends in your current road have an important and necessary purpose, they are meant to be. You have a vision, and its important you become more conscious about it, about your sense of purpose, some of you felt it since very young, and if not, try to know yourself more, to de depth to understand what drives you. All that is happening now, is leading you to your vision, and to your purpose here, and much more you cant yet see, this is the biggest theme here, being led to where you really cant see, all the detours, road ends, side paths... all is subtly and succesfully leading you to where you need to be. Some of you guys have important father issues, you have to acknowledge these issues and start healing them. You have to become your own parent, a nurturing one, and use the masculine energies to hold and support your vision. The masculine energy inside of us is very important, it also help us protect ourselves, defend what is important for us, sutain us and our projects, responsibility, etc. You need nurutirng, again, this is very important for you. The nurturing side of the archetypal father energy. You lack and need a strong healed masculine energy. Nurture, balance and heal the masculine in yourself, it will help you to find a suitable partner with healed masculine energies. you must allow changes to come to your life. you msut trust in the power of syncronity, in order to fruition your goals. For some of you guys, you are really encouraged on just focusing and working on your present time, your gudes are like, winking at you and just giving you the present moment certainty because its the only way you could make things work right now, everything else is blurred so you focus on what youhave to focus till the fog disappears! And a very different and exciting landscape will be in front of your eyes. Work on celebration, celebration of this present moment, gratitude, engage more with the people around you, finx excuses to gather or celebrate a party.

Thank you for reading dear group number 1 🤍 Lots of blessings 🦋see you in next PAC readings 🪽⭐️

𝑀𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓅 ~ 𝒫𝓈𝓎𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒸 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ~ 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

Group 2

Okay guys, in this group, damn the messages are getting are so deep T.T. Your future self is calling for you to literally melt into oneness, in order to release, find divine acceptance, forgive, and then, let it go, let it fade into the light, let it destroy itself even. This is also a message of, closing the doors of past traumas, finding closure, in order to finally end them, to end the ways they influence your life right now, because they are not benefitting you. I keep hearing ‘’destroy’’. Maybe some of you have to give yourselves the liberating power of saying ‘’not again’’, of getting mad, of feeling the rage that initiates the fire to let all that that needs to be destroyed, burn. Rage initiates change. Sometime it is good and it is called sacred rage for a reason. Maybe some of you have supressed anger for a long time and, specially your true feelings for so long, trying ti behave, trying to react and behave in the proper way. For some of you this is a huge rock, tied to your foot that doesnt let you advance. How could you dance trhoguh life with such thing attached to your foot. It is time you claim your sovereignity, your power, it is time to do so and only you can do it. You are not meant to carry these stuff that holds you, you are meant to decide, choose for your life and embrace all your power, some of you are scared of that. Now for this group you are also encouraged to heal the mother energies, the mother wound, and integrate this aspect, healthily in your subconscious. Mohtering yourself, your inner child, the aspect of the mother energies that is capable of supporting you, holding you, loving you unconditionally while you are transiting this time is the one you need. You need not to feel alone and unsupported by yourself.

Your future self is telling you to call in the Queen archetype, the queen energies, the worthy, the one that knows her value, her deservingess, her power, she is sovereign, she chooses her own life, she knows what she wants, she has no doubts, she doesnt believe in ‘’no’’, i feel some of you in this group, restrict or have restricted yourselves a lot and your future self is telling you noooo dont do that. Embody this powerful archetype and believe all you want you can have and you will have because that is how the Queen believes so, eveyrthing is possible for her. Having a safe space is important but do not constrain yourself, do not put too many limits on yourself, for example you might be a bit shy, and you think it is okay etc, but at some point you will have to grow and for some situations you will have to need not to be so shy, it is just an example, it is not wrong to be shy, but the thing is that, for some of you, your path requires you to grow certain aspects for certain situations that you are not comfortable with.

Thank you for reading dear group number 2 🤍 Lots of blessings 🦋see you in next PAC readings 👑🍰

𝑀𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓅 ~ 𝒫𝓈𝓎𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒸 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ~ 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

Group 3

Your future self is telling you is to stray from the enrgies of self judgment, be midnful how you use this archetype within you, if its limiting you. You are very wise, you have a lot of discernment, a lot of knowledge of the truth, but you need to stop the internal judge. And i am getting lush mountain vibes, you have to connect with your inner queen energy, again this archetype is coming up in this reading, like in the group two but in this case, this archetype might be less alien to you. You are called to own your sovereignity, self worth and the belief in your power and ability. You are called to do so, and to also find your own personal temple, some of the people on this group have gone trhough insane big internal changes, for you the time is for rest and restoration now. Your future self is telling you that you have worked so hard and that you need this period now. Your future self wants you to engage in more recreational, enjoyful non productive activities, stop working so hard for a while you deserve this rest and restoration. And very importantly, Love. Ahh love is essential, I feel the energies are telling you guys, that you are born warriors, you fight for your causes, it is in your core, however you are being called to, embrace the heart energies, connect to your dreams, connect to love. Not everything has to be a fight… put the warrior energies at rest. You have to understand what youre going trhough, face your shadow, your darkness. And love is a big theme here in the sense of, a positive influence that will come in your lives, you need to work on your relations, add more love into your life, allow love into your life.The big changes you went trhough or are going trhough are revolving your deepest roots. A need to reassess your fights, endeavours, a need to become more serious and awake about what is important to you, and to connect to your heart more and give it more space and presence in your life with healthy, meaninful positive relationships, let yourself love.

Thank you for reading dear group number 3🤍 Lots of blessings 🦋see you in next PAC readings 💘☁️

𝑀𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓅 ~ 𝒫𝓈𝓎𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒸 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ~ 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

Alla 𓇬 @sirenmoontarot

[leahsgirl]

casual | alessia russo x female reader

was it casual when it turned into more than a one time thing?

this has been in my drafts since july and i’ve only just got round to finishing it. if youse have any requests let me know!

_

you’re trying (and failing) to listen to leah’s tactical breakdowns in the locker room when alessia scurries in, late again. that was her thing these days, along with avoiding you like the plague while at training.

no matter what you did to try and interact with the blonde she’d always have an excuse to get out of the situation. you tried to not let it get to you, but when you go from not speaking to her laying in your bed every week - it’s bound to have its effect.

you look at the striker whose now sat on the opposite end of the room next to lotte and you scoff, annoyed at how a single night two months ago can cause such a rift between you both.

you was at a club, a local one you and your teammates regularly visited when there was something to celebrate - the occasion this time being arsenal winning the conti-cup.

katie and kyra had gone up to the bar to get some drinks while you and the rest of the group found somewhere to sit.

you remember wedging yourself next to beth at the end of the booth, leaning back against the leather as you listened in on the girls conversations. it wasn’t long before the irish and aussie duo came back with a handful of drinks and everyone raised their glasses “to arsenal, and stina for the winning goal!”

the alcohol kept coming and the music was only getting louder, you were sipping at your cocktail that you didn’t bother finding out what it consisted of when there was a dip in the seat. you looked to your side to see alessia, her hair was messy and her cheeks were a dark shade of pink - something that always happened when she got a little tipsy.

“come dance me with meee.” she leant forward so her face was practically inches from yours. you just laughed, “mccabe not a good dancing partner?”

alessia shook her head “i’m third wheeling her and caitlin.” she pointed to the pair on the dance floor who seemed to be in their own world.

you sighed “lead the way russo.” you wasn’t the biggest fan of dancing but you weren’t particularly bad at it either. either way, seeing alessia’s smile when you agree is always worth it.

the dance floor was packed and it was hard to move without accidentally catching someone’s arm or torso. alessia moved with ease next to you, singing along to the music. “show me your moves y/n” she leant in and spoke down your ear. her breath was hot and was enough to send your stomach flipping.

the pair of you danced to the beat, lessi’s arms wrapping around your waist. it wasn’t unusual for youse to be touchy-feely like this - it was a normal occurrence in your relationship, hence why you don’t take much notice when she moves her hands lower, stopping at the small of your back.

“i need some air.” the blonde pointed to the door and grabbed your arm, leading you through the sea of people and out into the cold london weather.

“you okay less?” you ask concerned to the girl who is now leaning against the brick wall. she nods her head and it’s silent for a moment.

you’re about to say something when she speaks up first. “your ex girlfriend,” she says, her voice low. “i never liked her y’know.”

you raise an eyebrow, clearly amused and a little caught off guard. “i know you didn’t,” you reply softly, a smirk playing at your lips. “you weren’t exactly discreet about it.”

alessia looks at you then, her gaze more intense than usual “i’m better than her.” she says suddenly and you’re now confused.

before you can even respond, her hand reaches out and gently cups the back of your neck, she pulls you in and suddenly her lips are on yours.

you’re momentarily stunned, because what the fuck. alessia is kissing you, your best friend, your straight best friend for that matter. it’s enough to make your head spin.

almost instinctively you kiss back, your hand finding her waist as she kisses with more urgency. she’s the one to pull back and you take the opportunity to catch your breath. “your place?” she whispers so only you can hear, aware more people have come outside for a cigarette.

the rational part of you is screaming no, not to give in to her, it’s only going to bite you in the ass. but there’s also that one voice, the one that reminds you that you’ve been hopelessly crushing on the striker since being on the england youth team, the one that tells you she must want you too if she’s asking such thing.

you’re too intoxicated to listen to your moral conscience and so you nod your head and soon enough your in the back of a taxi going back to your apartment.

and that’s how the cycle started. she’d come knocking at your door, most of the times the scent of liquor clinging to her, you’d go to the bedroom and discard clothes, she’d whisper sweet nothings into your ear and kiss down your body like you’re fragile, as if each touch may break you, but much enough tenderness to make you ache for more.

then by morning she’d be gone.

no explanation, no trace that she was physically there a few hours before. almost like she couldn’t wait to get out.

it’s even worse when your at home aimlessly scrolling through your socials and you see clips of her being posted with her holding a drink in hand while sitting on a random guy’s lap whispering down his ear, or when she’s getting too close for comfort with a stranger in the dance floor. you’d always end up throwing your phone down next to you out of frustration, willing at the knots that formed in your stomach to just go away.

it wasn’t until around the fourth time you tried to talk to her about it but it didn’t work. she’d have an excuse or say ‘can we talk about it later?’ when in fact ‘later’ never came.

you’d be lying if you said you wasn’t hurting from the whole thing, alessia was your closest friend, clinging to each other like you was fused at the hip and now you hardly get a nod off the girl.

leah concluded her speech and you got up off the bench, starting to make your way to the pitch for warm up drills.

you’re split into two groups and you’re running with the ball. everything feels normal until you catch a glimpse of blonde hair charging towards you, and before you can react alessia slides in hard. her boot colliding with your leg instead of the ball and pain shoots through your ankle, sending you sprawling on the ground.

“what the hell, less?!” you snap, taking laia’s hand to help you up, the anger bubbling to the surface.

for a moment you catch a slip in emotion from her, a slight furrow in her eyebrow before she’s back to hardly giving you the time of day “it was a clean tackle” she shrugged and ran back to her original position.

“russo, what was that about?!” jonas called from his position on the sideline not looking too pleased. alessia held her hands up in defence “went in too early my mistake.”

the swede shook his head, “be more careful, we don’t want more injuries.”

“what’s goin’ on with you two?” katie asked, appearing out of no where. you waved your hand in dismissal “god knows.”

the older woman looked between you both and hummed, not looking convinced. you can’t even blame her.

it wasn’t until everyone was getting into their retrospective cars about to head home that you was able to take your opportunity.

“alessia.” you hold up your hand for her to wait “can we talk?”

seeing that she didn’t really have any escape route other than to run you over (you’re glad she hadn’t gone that crazy yet) she sighed and leant an arm over her car door as she waited for you to get closer. “what’s up?”

“what’s up?” you mocked in disbelief. “what’s up is that you kiss me, come back to mine for sex” her eyes widened as you ranted, nervously turning her head in all directions to make sure no one was listening. “-make it into more than a one time thing, then ignore me like i don’t exist as well as nearly taking out my ankle.” you point to your foot where there is evident bruising and a small scrape. “it’s confusing.” you confess.

“it was a drunken mistake, i don’t get what’s confusing.”

you’re contemplating if she’s being for real right now because there’s no way she’s believing the words coming out her own mouth. “drunken mistake to the point it’s happened over ten times now?” you scoff at her comment. “listen alessia, i can’t keep doing this. it’s messing with my head, while it may be a drunken mistake to you each time, it actually means something to me and it’s clearly impacting us at work as well.” you feel a crack in the back of your throat and you’re annoyed at yourself for getting this emotional right now. “just figure out what you want before we both get hurt.”

you didn’t bother saying bye, you just turned back around and got into your own vehicle hoping she’d actually listen to you and take your advice.

_

it had been two weeks. well, two weeks and four days to be exact since yours and alessia’s carpark talk, and there had been absolutely no effort off the blonde to communicate with you. you stopped sort of hoping after a week, seeing how she was still giving you the cold shoulder.

one thing that did change though; she no longer rocked up to your place for a late night booty call.

you was at home, letting the warm water cascade over your body and giving you a temporary moment of relaxation. you was just so annoyed with yourself, if you never gave into her a couple of months ago all of this could of been avoided.

tilting your head back, you lathered the shampoo into your hair working through the knots and tangles. it’s fine you told yourself, if alessia’s decided she doesn’t want anything to do with you - you should move on too.

you hear a knock, only a quiet one but enough to kind of freak you out. this is why you hated showering when living alone - always a crippling fear someone’s out to murder you while you’re butt-naked.

maybe it’s just you hearing things, the insane heat and steam in the bathroom making you a little lightheaded. either way, you reasoned with yourself you should probably check it out and wrapped a towel around your body.

there was another knock so you know you’re not going crazy this time as you make it to the hallway. after a few twist and turns of your keys you opened the door ajar slightly.

“alessia?” the blonde was stood on the opposite side of the door sporting mismatched sweats, sunglasses and her hair that looked like its not been brushed in days.

“can i come in?” she sounded weak and your shoulders slumped involuntarily.

you opened the door just enough so she could squeeze in then closed it behind her. you saw how her eyes trailed down your body, a tiny smirk emerging. “nice outfit.”

for a second you forgot you was only in a towel and felt the blood rush up to your cheeks. “i was in the middle of showering.” you subconsciously crossed your arms across your chest. “what is it you want alessia? why are you here?”

the striker shifted her focus to her hands, fiddling with the rings and walked ahead of you so she was standing between your bedroom and living room.

“i’ve been thinking about what you said.” she turned around so she was facing you and moved the sunglasses so they was resting on her head instead. wait, had she been crying? “i’m sorry for being so awful to you.”

you let her continue, “i just- i’ve got all these feelings, feeling about you. and it’s scary y/n. i don’t know what to do with them, like i thought i was straight a few months back!” she said incredulously.

“and now?” you asked gently. you could see this was working her up.

“i don’t know.” she ran her hands through her hair. “i just like you and it terrifies me because i’ve already hurt you enough and most likely ruined our friendship.”

you placed your hand on her arm for comfort “you’ve not ruined our friendship less.” consoling the girl who now had tears welling.

“y/n i’ve been a dick to you.” she deadpanned and you couldn’t exactly disagree because she had been pretty rude.

“at least i know why now though. you’re confused i get it.”

alessia still couldn’t meet your gaze “i care about you, y/n. so much. but i don’t think i can keep pretending im ready for something i don’t understand. i thought maybe i could figure it out, but i don’t think im there yet.”

you stood there in silence for a moment, the reality of the situation sinking in. she wasn’t going to stay. she wasn’t going to fight for whatever it was youse had going on. and no matter how much you wanted her to, she wasn’t going to.

“okay.” you finally said, “if that’s what you believe.”

alessia let out a shaky breath, looking up at you “i’m sorry.”

without another word, alessia stepped forward, her hands gently cupping your face as she kissed you. her lips lingered on yours, soft and hesitant, like she didn’t want to let go but knew she had to.

you kissed her back, your hands resting lightly on her waist, feeling the weight of everything unsaid between you. when she finally pulled away, her forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily.

“i’m sorry,” alessia whispered, her voice trembling. “i wish i could be what you need right now.”

you closed your eyes, ignoring the aching your chest was doing right now as you whispered back, "me too."

she pulled away completely then, taking a step back, her hands falling to her sides. for a brief moment, she hesitated, looking at you one last time before turning and walking toward the door.

as the door closed softly behind her, you stood there, feeling the sting of her absence, knowing that waiting for her wasn’t something you could do—not anymore.

the kiss had been a goodbye, even if neither of you had the heart to say the words out loud.

[bruhnze]

PLAYING FOR KEEPS

CHAPTER 6 – It’s just more convenient

Summary: Ona Batlle has had a crush on Lucy Bronze for a little while now… how will it go when she joins Barça? A 10 chapter series.

Warnings: Slow burn, angst, fluff, smut. All the things, but I give this as a complete warning for the whole series. Not every chapter involves all the warnings :).

masterlist

November 11, 2023: vs. Villarreal CF (6-0, away) November 14, 2023: vs. SL Benfica (5-0, home) November 19, 2023: vs. Real Madrid (5-0, home) November 22, 2023: vs. Eintracht Frankfurt (3-1, away)

November 2023 – Spain

The weeks had gone by in a blur of amazing games and moments together. Both Ona and Lucy had asked for the other if they wanted to do ‘something simple’ a few times, the phrase had become their code for wanting to sleep together. And every time, it was perfect.

Well, almost perfect, Ona thought. Because no matter how close they felt, no matter how comfortable and intimate the moments were, it always ended the same way: one of them would go home.

She didn’t know why they did it, and she definitely didn’t like it. But every time they spent the night together, if Lucy was at her place, she’d eventually say, “Alright, I guess I’ll go home,” leaving Ona feeling a quiet disappointment. And when Ona was at Lucy’s, she’d find herself asking, “Shall I go home?” as if seeking permission, and Lucy would always agree, sometimes even just solely with a casual nod. It didn’t make sense, and Ona wondered if Lucy really didn’t want to spend the night, but neither of them brought it up.

Professionally, though, everything had gone perfectly. They’d crushed Villarreal 6-0, followed with a dominant 5-0 against SL Benfica at home, and now today, November 19th, they had absolutely destroyed Real Madrid in El Clásico, 5-0, in front of a roaring home crowd.

It was a really busy and tight schedule, but with these results it was the kind of run every footballer dreamed of. The team was on a winning streak and that made everyone very happy. It also seemed as if everyone was even more motivated in training and Ona couldn’t have been prouder of the team.

After the match, the team celebrated, but only briefly. There was no time for a big party. Tomorrow, they were flying out to Germany for their Champions League match against Eintracht Frankfurt on the 22nd.

After the brief celebratory meal, Ona and Lucy returned home together. They dropped the dogs off with Lucy’s dogsitter. Ona had had a problem because she was originally going to let her brother babysit the dog, but he had some plans where a dog wasn’t able to fit in. So Ona had discussed it with Lucy, who had called her own dogsitter. The woman had been more than happy to watch over Coco as well, especially since Lucy had told her that Coco and Narla were practically best friends.

With the dogs settled, they headed to Lucy’s place. It had started out as a casual idea, just to stop for a quick drink to unwind. But as they sat together, talking and laughing, Ona realized something important.

“Shit…” Ona blinked, glancing around. “I haven’t packed my stuff yet.”

Lucy’s eyes widened in surprise before breaking into a laugh. “Oh my god, I haven’t thought about packing either.”

‘’I should go pack then.’’ Ona said laughing, but also a little sad, she didn’t want to go yet.

Lucy giggled, ‘’imagine we’d just stepped on the bus tomorrow with no luggage, I bet we wouldn’t have found out until the airport check-in.’’ She stood up, ‘’maybe we can help eachother, first we’ll do mine then yours, and then we can.’’ She wiggled her eyebrows, ‘’celebrate the El Clásico win a little more.’’ She looked at Ona, ‘’if you are not too tired ofcourse.’’

Ona smiled, ‘’yeah, let’s pack together.’’ This was perfect, she had been dying for a peek in Lucy’s closet anyways, and this meant spending more time together.

They went to Lucy’s bedroom and started packing, holding the list, that was send in the group chat earlier, open to see if she had everything. Even though Ona didn’t know where Lucy’s stuff was, they worked like an oiled machine. They made her the folder/packer and Lucy searched all the stuff that she read out loud.

..

‘’Okay next?’’

Ona looked at the list, ‘’uhm, we have everything of the list..’’

‘’Perfect.’’

Ona looked at the suitcase, ‘’you have half the suitcase left.’’

‘’Yeah,’’ Lucy shrugged, ‘’I always only pack the list, I usually have space left.’’

‘’Don’t you want to bring own clothes or something?’’

‘’Yeah I have packed one set, and I already know from experience there’s a small chance of even wearing that one set.’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’we’ll be in Barça gear the whole trip.’’

‘’Mhm,’’ Ona agreed, ‘’true.’’

‘’Uh,’’ Lucy started, scratching her neck, ‘’maybe, if you want..’’ she looked at Ona, ‘’like, because we are roomies, you know.’’

Ona raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Lucy cleared her throat. “If you want… you could use the other half of my suitcase. Since we’re sharing a room, you know.´´

Ona’s heart swelled at the offer, but she played it cool. “Yeah… that would be..,” she said, trying to sound casual even though all she wanted to do was kiss Lucy. She couldn´t find the words.

‘’Convenient.’’ Lucy offered.

‘’Uh, yes.’’ Ona pretended that that was exactly what she had meant, it was just more convenient, right? There where no other reasons for this.

…

They walked out of the room at the same time, their bodies almost fitting through the doorway—almost. The suitcase, however, wedged them in place, leaving them awkwardly close, faces inches apart as they stood there, neither making the first move to adjust.

Lucy chuckled softly, and Ona joined in, though neither of them stepped back. For some reason, neither of them wanted to move. Ona could feel Lucy’s breath, and for a moment, she swore she caught Lucy staring at her lips. Or was she just imagining it?

“Uh…” Lucy’s voice broke the silence, her tone hesitant. “I’ve been thinking about something, but I don’t really know how to say it.”

Ona frowned, her heart rate spiking, though she tried to stay cool on the outside. “You can say it, don’t worry,” she replied lightly, but inside, every alarm bell was ringing. What was Lucy going to say? Was this about them being too close? Or something good, like staying over at each other’s place? They had just agreed to share a suitcase, after all, so it couldn’t be bad… right?

Lucy leaned in, their noses almost touching now, and Ona felt her breath hitch. “Sometimes…” Lucy started, her voice a soft murmur, “I feel like I want to kiss you. Like, outside of the... you know, when we do our benefits thing.”

Ona’s mind went blank for a second. She feels it too?! Her heart raced as she tried to stay calm, but her thoughts were a chaotic mess. She replied, maybe a little too casually, “Oh, yeah, we can add that to our benefits...” She leaned in, brushing Lucy’s lips with her own. “You’re a good kisser anyway, so it’s not a punishment or anything.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Ona mentally cringed. Not a punishment? She was dying for these moments, craving Lucy’s kisses like they were her only weakness. In truth, she worshipped every second Lucy’s lips touched hers. Ugh, why did she say that?

Lucy’s chuckle brought Ona back, her breath warm against Ona’s mouth. “Okay then,” Lucy teased, her voice low. “I guess if it’s not a punishment…” She closed the already tiny gap between them, their lips meeting in a kiss that was soft but filled with the quiet intensity that had been simmering between them all night.

Ona’s mind spun. What a day. The perfect football match, sharing a suitcase with Lucy, and now this. Kissing Lucy in a way that wasn’t just about their ‘arrangement.’ It felt... real.

When Lucy finally pulled back, she smiled softly. “By the way,” she added, her voice almost playful. “You’re a pretty good kisser too.”

Ona grinned, her heart doing a little flip. “Thanks,” she replied, wanting to lean back in for another kiss, but Lucy moved away just a fraction.

“You’re such a good kisser that sometimes, when I look at your lips, I just…” Lucy trailed off, shaking her head slightly.

Ona blinked in surprise. Was Lucy… blushing? Lucy Bronze, blushing? “You just what?” Ona prompted, her curiosity piqued.

Lucy laughed softly, almost embarrassed. “I don’t know… I just remember us kissing and then I want to kiss you again.”

Ona couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. Hearing that was more than a compliment. It was everything. Knowing she had this effect on Lucy made her feel a strange kind of confidence, a warmth that spread through her. “Me too,” she confessed, not just because it was true, but because she wanted Lucy to feel good about opening up to her.

Lucy’s eyes widened in surprise, and she smiled. “You think about kissing me sometimes too?”

Ona chuckled, enjoying the way Lucy seemed genuinely taken aback. Maybe she had been more discreet than she thought after all. “Mhm, sometimes,” she teased, before adding with a soft smile, “but sometimes a hug or a cuddle too.”

Lucy’s smile softened, a playful light dancing in her eyes. “Yeah, like we do on away games.”

“Exactly,” Ona said, feeling the warmth between them settle into something comfortable and familiar.

Finally, Lucy stepped back, making room for Ona to step through the doorway. “Well, let’s pack your stuff before it gets super late.”

Ona nodded with a small smile, though a part of her felt sad that this little confession moment was over. She had wanted them to talk more, to settle the whole sleeping-over thing once and for all. But she wasn’t going to push it, not tonight.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” she agreed, though her mind was still buzzing from the kiss and the revelation that Lucy had been thinking about her in the same way.

…

Once they arrived at Ona’s apartment, the energy between them felt quieter, softer than it had been earlier. The high from their El Clásico win still lingered in the background, but now it was paired with the gentle weight of the conversation they’d just had at Lucy’s place. As they stepped inside, Lucy tossed her backpack onto the couch while Ona placed the suitcase on her bed, the space around them settling into a comfortable quiet.

“Alright,” Lucy said, shrugging off her Barça coat and draping it over a chair. “Let’s get your stuff packed.”

Ona smiled to herself, she was happy with Lucy’s presence. Every time they were this close, her heart seemed to race, but tonight felt a little different. The air between them felt lighter, more open, like something unspoken had shifted after their earlier kiss.

They moved naturally through the motions of packing, with Ona gathering her things and handing them to Lucy, who folded and placed them into the suitcase. The ease of their movements felt like second nature, as if they’d done this a hundred times before. Their hands brushed occasionally, each touch sending a quiet spark of warmth up Ona’s arm. She couldn’t help but feel how effortless it all was; the way they moved around each other, shared tasks, shared moments. It felt right.

..

“Done?” Ona asked, handing Lucy the last item.

Lucy gave a quick glance at the packing list and then flashed a soft smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “Yup, seems like we’re all set.”

For a moment, Ona simply watched her, taking in the way Lucy smiled, her lips curling gently, her eyes sparkling with that post-match glow, her hair still a little damp from the shower a couple hours earlier. She felt a surge of affection, her crush was getting worse and worse.

“Oh, wait—your toiletries,” Lucy said suddenly, breaking the silence. “We skipped that earlier.”

Ona blinked, pulling herself back into focus. “Right, toiletries and some things for the backpack.’’ She chuckled, ‘’thanks, I could’ve easily forgotten those.”

They moved to the bathroom to gather her remaining essentials. Ona opened the cabinet, reaching for her things when she turned to ask Lucy if she needed toothpaste. They used the same brand, and since Lucy had packed hers, it seemed like a simple enough question.

When she turned she realized how close Lucy was standing. Too close. Well, not that she minded.

Her breath hitched. Lucy’s face was just a breath away from Ona’s. The air between them thickened, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Then Lucy’s eyes flickered down, her gaze settling on Ona’s lips.

The way Lucy’s eyes where fixed on her made Ona giddy. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Lucy’s in a kiss that was soft and deliberate.

It wasn’t rushed, and it wasn’t just part of their ‘arrangement’. This felt different. It felt real.

Lucy breathed through her nose, desperately keeping her lips on Ona’s, her hands finding Ona’s hips as she pressed her against the cool porcelain of the sink. Ona let the items she was holding clatter into the washbasin as she brought her hands to Lucy’s neck, feeling the warmth of her skin under her fingers. The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling as Lucy lifted Ona slightly, her body pinned gently against the sink.

Ona wrapped her legs around Lucy’s waist, the heat between them building with every passing second. Her heart swelled, a slow warmth spreading through her entire body. Kissing Lucy like this, without the pretense of their ‘benefits’ or the careful boundaries they had set, felt... freeing.

Lucy pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her forehead resting lightly against Ona’s. They staid silent for a moment.

Ona hoped Lucy had felt this too. Had felt the connection.

Lucy smiled carefully, her lips still close enough to brush against Ona’s as she spoke. “Maybe we should finish packing…” she murmured, though there was no urgency in her voice, her voice sounded almost apologetic.

Ona smiled, giving Lucy’s lips a final peck before unwrapping her legs from Lucy’s waist. “Yeah, I guess we should,” she said softly, though part of her wanted to stay in this moment just a little longer.

..

They finished packing quickly after that, placing the last of Ona’s toiletries and travel essentials into the backpack. The clock ticked forward, the late hour reminding them both of the early morning flight they had ahead. The adrenaline from the day was slowly wearing off, replaced by a creeping sense of exhaustion.

As they stood back and looked at their packed bags, standing ready in the hallway, Lucy turned to Ona with an apologetic smile. “By the way, I know I said we’d… you know, continue celebrating,” she said, her eyes tracing Ona’s face. “But I’m a bit tired, so maybe…” Her thumb brushed lightly across Ona’s jaw, sending a shiver down her spine. “Maybe a raincheck?”

Ona’s heart fluttered at the tenderness in Lucy’s voice. She bit her lip, her mind spinning. She still wanted more. She wanted more time, more closeness. But she understood the exhaustion, as she felt it too. “Mhm, of course,” Ona agreed softly. “I’m a bit tired too.”

But then, almost as if the words were forming without her permission, Ona spoke again, her heart pounding with nervous excitement. “But if we’re talking about convenience…”

Lucy’s eyes lifted, curiosity dancing in them.

“You could maybe stay here,” Ona offered, her voice calm though her heart was pounding in her chest. “Narla’s with the sitter anyway… and it’d be easier in the morning.”

Lucy’s expression softened, a gentle smile forming on her lips. “Yeah… that would be.. convenient,” she said, her voice quiet and warm, like the offer meant more to her than just convenience.

Ona’s chest tightened, a rush of quiet happiness flooding her. This was more than she had expected, more than she had dared to hope for. “Alright,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Then it’s settled.”

..

After finishing packing the suitcase and the backpack and setting them, ready to go, in the hallway. They headed back to the bathroom.

Ona reached into the cabinet, pulling out a fresh toothbrush head for her electric toothbrush. “Here,” she said with a shy smile, passing the toothbrush attachment to Lucy. ‘’So you can brush your tooth in a second.’’

Lucy looked at it, then smiled warmly. “Aw, cute. My own toothbrush at your place.” she said quietly.

Ona couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. She felt a little silly, but the small act of offering Lucy the toothbrush head felt oddly intimate, like it was one more step toward something more between them.

They brushed their teeth one after the other, the soft hum of the electric toothbrushes the only sound in the quiet apartment. Ona glanced at Lucy in the mirror, when it was her turn, watching Lucy brushing her teeth in her bathroom like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Eventually Ona walked back to her bed, feeling the familiar pull of tiredness wash over her.

After a moment Lucy slipped under the covers beside her, and without a word, they found each other’s arms, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. The warmth of Lucy’s body against hers made Ona feel safe, secure, and for the first time, she didn’t feel that lingering anxiety that came with the end of the night.

Lucy placed a soft kiss on Ona’s forehead, her arms wrapping around her as they settled into the blankets. “Goodnight,” she whispered, her breath warm against Ona’s skin.

Ona pressed a kiss to Lucy’s shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing. “Goodnight,” she whispered back, her voice soft and content.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Ona felt the weight of the day melt away. For the first time in a while, she wasn’t worried about what came next or if Lucy would leave in the middle of the night. She wasn’t thinking about the unspoken rules of their relationship or the blurry lines they’d created.

All she could think about was how perfect this moment felt, falling asleep listening to Lucy’s heartbeat beneath her.

..

20th November

Ona stirred from sleep as she felt the warmth of Lucy pulling away from behind her. Her body instinctively reacted, her hand tightening on her forearm to hold Lucy close, even as her eyelids were barely open.

She squinted at the alarm clock on the nightstand, trying to make out the time. “We still have more than half an hour before the alarm,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

Lucy paused, her lips brushing softly against the back of Ona’s neck. “I’m sorry for waking you,” she whispered, her voice tender. “I just need to go to the bathroom for a second, but I’ll be right back.”

Ona hummed in response, already missing the warmth of Lucy’s body as she reluctantly let her go. She heard Lucy pad softly out of the room, the faint creak of the bathroom door fading into the quiet of the early morning.

She curled into the sheets, the grogginess clinging to her as she blinked slowly. She didn’t mind waking up early like this, not with Lucy there, sharing her space, her bed. It felt like a quiet kind of magic, one she wanted to savor.

A few moments later, Lucy returned, slipping back under the covers, her body finding its way back to Ona’s like they were two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. Lucy’s hand snaked around Ona’s waist again, pulling her close, and she buried her face into the curve of Ona’s shoulder.

“Hmm… half an hour left, huh?” Lucy’s voice was low and playful, and Ona could feel the smile in her words as she kissed the nape of her neck, trailing soft kisses down her shoulder.

Still a bit sleepy, Ona’s lips curled into a soft smile. “Did you sleep well?” she asked, her voice quiet, still a little dreamy.

Lucy’s breath was warm against her skin as she whispered, “Mhmmm, I slept really well. I’ve got all my energy back.”

Ona’s heart gave a little flutter, her sleepiness beginning to fade as Lucy’s kisses became more deliberate. The soft brush of Lucy’s lips against her neck sent a warm ripple through her body, and she shifted slightly.

Before Ona knew it, Lucy had pulled her onto her back, hovering over her, her hands sliding gently up Ona’s sides as their lips met in a kiss that was…perfect. Ona responded instantly, her fingers tangling in Lucy’s hair as the morning fog lifted from her mind. The feeling of Lucy’s weight against her, the warmth of her touch; it set her pulse racing.

Lucy’s lips moved from Ona’s mouth to her jawline, trailing down to her collarbone as she murmured, “Half an hour is plenty of time…” Her voice was low, teasing, filled with that unmistakable spark that made Ona’s head spin.

Ona let out a quiet laugh, though it was cut short by a sharp intake of breath as Lucy’s tongue darted out against her neck. Any lingering sleepiness disappeared as their bodies pressed closer together, the heat between them rising quickly.

Ona’s hands roamed Lucy’s back, pulling her closer, feeling every inch of her.

Lucy’s lips found hers again, more insistent this time, and Ona responded eagerly, her body arching slightly into Lucy’s. Their breaths became quicker, their movements more urgent as they got lost in the heat of the moment, bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.

The morning stretched out before them, the minutes ticking by in a blur of soft gasps, lingering touches, and whispered words.

..

They had made it in time for the bus, barely. Ona couldn’t help but feel a little flustered as she watched Lucy casually carry ‘their’ suitcase and ‘their’ backpack, effortlessly slung over her shoulder.

“You really don’t have to carry everything,” Ona rolled her eyes, though she didn’t exactly mind the view. ‘’You can give me the backpack.’’

Lucy shot her a grin. “You drove us here. Consider this my thanks.”

Ona rolled her eyes again, but there was something about Lucy’s easygoing smile that always caught her off guard.

The bus ride to the airport was filled with chatter, the team still buzzing from the win and looking forward to the trip. Lucy sat beside Mariona, and Ona found herself sitting nearby. She had took place the row behind them, on the other side of the path, sneaking the occasional glance at Lucy when she wasn’t paying attention.

Once they arrived at the airport, the team trickled toward a small café by their gate.

Ona and Lucy lined up for drinks. Mariona joined them, sliding in beside Lucy as the three scanned the menu standing besides the stand.

It was their turn and a young man smiled at them, ‘’what can I get you guys?’’

“An iced coffee for me,” Ona said.

“Matcha for me, please” Lucy added.

“Café con leche,” Mariona stated. “It’s too early for any of that fancy stuff you two order.”

The barista laughed and nodded for them to stand in the other line, to wait until the drinks would be ready. Ona went up to the other employee to pay, she payed for the three drinks.

‘’Ay thanks Ona.’’ Mariona said, sliding her arm around the younger player, ‘’where did we deserve that? Why are you in such a good mood this morning?’’

Ona blushed, she caught Lucy’s eyes for a second before looking back at Mariona. ‘’What, nothing.’’ She chuckled nervously, ‘’I just wanted to pay.’’

Only when Mariona let Ona go again, Lucy smiled, seemingly pulled back out of her train of thoughts, ‘’well, I think it’s nice, thank you Ona.’’ She said innocently.

‘’See, Mario.’’ Ona scrunched her nose at Mariona, ‘’some people just say thanks.’’

The three of them chuckled.

They exchanged a few lighthearted jokes while waiting for their drinks, and once they had them in hand, the conversation turned back to the flight. Unlike their usual trips, this wasn’t a private Barça plane, so there were no assigned seats.

Ona turned to Mariona. “Hey, do we know the seating situation? Are we just, like, sitting where ever we like?”

Mariona shrugged. “No assigned seats, so yeah, we can just pick wherever.”

Ona paused, glancing between Mariona and Lucy. “So… should we sit together then?” she asked, looking at Lucy, hoping to keep it casual.

Lucy, who had been mid-sip of her matcha, almost choked. “Uh… I mean, I usually sit with Mariona,” she said awkwardly, her eyes darting to Mariona.

Mariona grinned. “You two can sit together this time. I’m perfectly fine on my own.” She gave Lucy a knowing look, one that clearly said she knew everything that was going on.

Lucy’s frowned at Mariona, ‘’what?’’ she glanced back at Ona. “I mean… yeah, I guess we could sit together… if you want?”

Ona felt a strange flutter in her chest but shrugged it off, pretending like it wasn’t a big deal. “Yeah, sure. I meant, like, it makes sense since you’ve got the backpack. With both our stuff.”

Mariona chuckled to herself, clearly enjoying the subtle tension between the two. But Ona and Lucy both didn’t seem to notice how obvious they were.

Lucy shot her a glare before turning back to Ona. “Ah ofcourse, I hadn’t thought about it.”

By the time they boarded the plane, Mariona had already waved them off, finding her own seat with an amused grin. Those two sharing a bag? She wasn’t going to be saying anything, but she sure had her thoughts about it.

Lucy and Ona found two seats toward the middle of the plane, settling in with their drinks and bags.

As they got comfortable, Lucy reached into the backpack, pulling out her iPad. “I downloaded a movie for the flight,” she said.

Ona smiled. “What movie?”

“Here this one,” Lucy replied, she turned her screen towards Ona.

Ona put her hand over Lucy’s to steady the iPad so she could read the title and summary.

‘’And?’’ Lucy asked, ‘’Want to watch?’’

‘’Sure,’’ Ona said, lifting the divider between them both.

Lucy pulled out the table infront of them and prompted up the iPad. She dug through the bag and eventually held her hand out towards Ona, offering one of her AirPods. “Here.”

“Thanks,” Ona said, taking the AirPod and placing it in her ear.

As the movie started, they both leaned back, and Ona felt Lucy’s arm lightly brush against hers. It was a small, innocent touch, but it sent a jolt through her that she tried to ignore. They were just watching a movie, nothing more. And most of all, they were in a plane with the whole team and a group of staff, not the place to get comfy against Lucy.

The thoughts echoed in Ona’s mind, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the screen. Beside her, Lucy seemed equally focused, though every now and then their eyes would meet, followed by quick, nervous smiles, like neither of them wanted to acknowledge the subtle tension between them.

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[bunnihearted]

im sorryyyyy i dont wanna be a mean bitch but genuinely i feel like im the one of only ppl who are actually alone bc i keep seeing all of these ppl complain abt how alone they are then they post a bunch of pics with their friend groups and they go on trips and celebrate their birthdays with friends and im like 😦?????????? im ngl i lowkey feel betrayed bc like yes sure we can relate on "feeling lonely" but ig at the end of they day im so sorry im not saying this to gatekeep loneliness or whatever but like u just cannot relate to what it feels like to not only feel lonely but also be alone and not even have people who want to spend moments with u. and feel and be like on your birthday you're alone. on your insta you're alone. irl u dont have ppl who even want to make plans with u. i know i know that everyone's loneliness is valid and you can still have partners and friends and feel lonely and that is valid i really do think so. idk i just feel so fkn alienated from everyone, including people who say theyre lonely - bc they still have ppl to talk to and ppl to be with and ppl who wants to be with them and consider them their friend lol.... i dont have anyone to take pics with or have groupchats with or go to concerts with or go for walks with and i dont have anyone to message abt stupid things or blah lahblahblah it doesnt even matter atp

[oni-odyssey]

Still Free

Kay and Yu from the game Haven

[thehecklingmouse]

remembering kavehs hangout. remembering that he was gonna decline tighnaris invite and. has he done that before. am I reading into it too much or is it implied that hes declined them before.

[kyorru]

sighhhhhhh

[coffeeworldsasaki]

I know this is asking much since it's Italy but now that there's evidence of stalking, revenge porn and horrifying actions in general towards his ex can that guy I've hated for the past 10 years because he's a buffoon that thinks himself soooo smart because he doesn't like a single song made after the 90' disappear forever please

[13eyond13]

Sometimes I still think about how sweet it was when that anon checked on me last year when I was posting overly dark jokes. Thank you whoever you were, that was kind

[dandyshucks]

Guz would be giving me a great big hug, the kind where you pick someone up and twirl them around, for having such a successful socializing outing today :]

[dragonji]

its time for yet another brain game of am i like fully neurotic or was this genuinely not a cool situation . prize is jack shite and yet im playing anyways👍

[heavenlydevil-95]

x

[football-in-tuxedos]

What's distressing, but also important to understand, about JK Rowling hitting the "Denying trans people were targeted in the Holocaust" point is that it's kind of the last stop before she just goes full alt-right weirdo.

Joanne is denying the Holocaust (if a group was targeted, denying they were targeted is Holocaust denial) and that's going to lead to pushback from historians and experts. But Joanne is too deep in to believe what anyone who disagrees with her says, so she's just going to dismiss what those historians and experts tell her. And once she's disbelieving them about that one thing, well it's just a tiny step to start disbelieving them about other things.

This isn't by accident either, transphobic circles are swarming with far right agitators, ready to use hatred of trans people as an in to recruit people into their causes. They have handbooks for this sort of thing and they are, unfortunately, good at it. I suspect Joanne will be spouting coded versions of Great Replacement stuff by the end of the summer.

This is not a plea to try and pull Joanne out. She's too deep in, and even if she wasn't, she's already demonstrated an inability to examine her own prejudices, an unwillingness to hear criticism and a weakness to flattery. She is perfect recruitment bait for people who know what they're doing, and my impression is she's surrounded herself with people like that.

No, this is to understand two things: First is to use her as an example, to understand how a well meaning liberal can chase their own prejudices down a very dark rabbit hole. We are none of us immune to propaganda and even if we can't change what's happened to her, we can at least use it to protect ourselves.

And second is to understand that one of the main reasons you can't pull Joanne out of the transphobic pipeline is cause she is the pipeline now. She is the transphobic banner bearer now, she is funneling money and attention to these groups, she is their most famous celebrity and she is helping recruit people. Being able to show people how far she's gone, how deep into the right wing rabbit hole she's going, is important to help other people who still think she just "Had some concerns" know where her path leads.

[celestial-kestrel]

It's that time of year again where Mari Lwyd starts to be talked about and shared around and an INCREDIBLY misleading post gets shared a lot. As someone who grew up with Mari Lwyd I wanted to clear some things up.

Also hello, if you are unaware who Mari Lwyd is. This is about the Welsh tradition of the horse skull who visits houses during the Christmas to New Years period in Wales asking for alcohol.

First off and probably the most important one:

Mari Lwyd is not a cryptid!

I can not emphasise this enough. She. Is. Not. A. Cryptid. There is no story or mystery about a ghost or zombie horse roaming the Welsh valleys. She's not even supposed to be a ghost or a zombie. It's just a horse skull on a stick with a guy under a sheet. She's a hobbyhorse and a folk character used to tell Welsh stories and keep songs alive. When people spread the misinformation that she's a cryptid, it's the equivalent of saying Kermit the Frog is a cryptid.

She is actually only one character in a wider cast of characters who go door to door or, in more modern times, pub to pub. The cast of characters can change town to town and village to village but there are some common ones I see time and time again. The Leader, the Merryman, The Jester and The Lady are just some I see regularly. Punch and Judy used to be more popular a few years ago but I haven't seen them in a while as their tradition has mostly fallen out of popularity. In most cases, almost the whole cast will be played by men. Even the characters are considered and referred to as female. Though this again depends and varies by which group is partaking in the Mari Lwyd tradition.

This point also goes onto my second point,

Mari Lwyd does not rap.

I think this comes from a very common misunderstanding of what rap is vs spoken word. Rap is a very specific style of music originating from the African American communities of the USA and has it's own structure and motifs unique to it. It's a lot more complex than people give it credit for as a style of music and just flippantly assign anything similar to it as being rap. If someone is talking fast or reciting poetry, it is not rap. Or anything that is an exchange of words between two people is not a rap battle. Mari Lwyd does not do rap, actually something that gets left out of these posts is the fact Mari Lwyd does not even speak. It's actually the Leader, who does all the speaking and song based banter between the house/pub owner for entry. Mari Lwyd just clicks her mouth, bites people and bobs her head around.

I think Mari Lwyd is a really beautiful and unique part of Welsh culture. She's not actually as wildly celebrated as a lot of the posts make her out to be. Actually, I think most Welsh people themselves learn about Mari Lwyd through the internet as well. Her popularity is increasing thanks to the drive of local groups wanting to keep the traditions alive and a renewed desire to document Welsh traditions before they're gone. Which is why it's such a shame that she's turned into something she's not to earn horror points on the internet. I think this is why it bothers me so much to see the misunderstandings of the culture and the folk tradition. Mari Lwyd's origin is very hot debated as well as how long it's been going on for. But I think it's thanks to a lot of traditions like this that the Welsh language and our stories weren't lost forever. Welsh culture is recovering as is the language. But it's still in a very fragile place. I think it's why it's important to document and correct information when it's spread.

Anyway, if you want to see the tradition in action, here's a lovely video from the Cwmafan RFC going to one of the pubs for charity. It includes the song exchange with the pub owner for entry and the whole pub singing and joining in once Mari Lwyd and the rest are inside.

As well with another video from St Fagan's showcasing the more traditional and door to door form with the larger cast.

[prickly-paprikash]

Kendrick doesn't just hate Drake as a person. He hates the very idea of Drake.

Hip-Hop is rooted in revolution. In defiance. These are the songs of an oppressed group of people, and decades upon decades people have hated it. Accused of being meaningless and invalid. Media outlets took steps to belittle hip-hop and make sure it isn't recognized as an art form and as a means to fight back.

2Pac spoke of wealth disparity and inequality. Tupac was literally a member of a communist organization when he was younger and never stopped speaking against capitalism.

Lauryn Hill spoke of the struggles a woman faces. Not just women, but black women. Salt-N-Peppa. Queen Latifah. MISSY FUCKING ELLIOT.

N.W.A made sure people knew about police brutality and violence against the Black community.

And now, in this day and age, we're also experiencing an explosion of Queer Hip-Hop. Lil Nas X is at the forefront of this. Lil Uzi Vert came out as non-binary and uses they/them pronouns, even when they knew that a lot of their fans would never use it or even respect them for it. Auntie Diaries, a song about a young man who grew up in a transphobic environment and bought into those beliefs, but could never fully do it because his Uncle loved him so much and taught him a lot of life lessons, and that wisdom translated to him accepting his cousin as a woman as well.

Drake is none of that.

He's the perfect representation of what people think hip-hop is. Flexing. Posturing. Objectifying women. A fucker so insecure he bought 2Pac's ring just to feel like he's part of the black community. Rejected by Rihanna publicly. Tried to groom Millie Bobby Brown. Kissed and inappropriately touched an underage girl during his concert. His songs have inspired so many young boys to treat girls like shit. His belief that the amount of rings and chains and cars he has is the true meaning of success.

Additional Edit: This is my fault. If this post gains more views, then it would be remiss of me not to add to this. It was my fault to begin with, not stating this beforehand because while I did know, I got lost in celebrating Hip-Hop in a place that doesn't usually do so, and rightfully so.

2Pac did fight for wealth equality and better social living for the black community. He also has a long, long history of battery, domestic abuse, and sexual harassment against women. Specifically against women of color. He made a song to celebrate his own mother, but outright refused to give the same show of respect to other women in his life. His hypocritical nature was brushed off in later decades, just the way I did now.

N.W.A is the same. Sexual assault charges, violence—they spoke of Police reform, but refuses to give the same treatment back towards the women in their lives.

50 cent refuses to backtrack on any of his misogynistic lyrics.

Modern rappers of today, such as the dead XXXtentacion. 6ix9ine. Kodak Black.

I do love Hip-Hop. I love rap. And the music itself has always been anti-authoritarian at its core, because those are its roots. And I was happy that circles that did not normally know of it or enjoy it were getting into it, even for one thing like this rap feud.

Lil Nas X, Little Simz, Childish Gambino, Missy Elliot, Queen Latifah, Lauryn Hill—rappers who have at the very least consistently tried to put their money where their mouth is. Who have tried to act in accordance to what they rap and write and sing for.

@shehungthemoon @ohsugarsims finnthehumanmp3 were the ones who rightfully clarified in the comments. I know an apology won't correct my hypocrisy or my stupidity. I should have added all of this before making this post, but I wanted so badly to celebrate a genre of music but failed to do my due diligence in showing a better, holistic view of it. If anyone felt triggered, offended, troubled, frustrated or any other intense negative emotions surrounding this, please do block me. I'm sorry.

[woovalin]

i’m in such disbelief right now and beyond disgusted.

i really hope y’all are choosing your morals over kpop; because we do not know these men at all. i will never side with or defend a predator and a criminal, even with little to no proof. even if there is the smallest chance he may be innocent, i will always believe the victim first.

some of you, as fans of the boys for years and him in general, i know you must be feeling disappointed and betrayed. you’re not dumb for previously supporting him, as we couldn’t have possibly known. but now is the time for a reality check and it’s time to wake up and take a step back. this just goes to show that we know absolutely nothing about them.

for sm to just outright put out a statement on their own before any rumors even surfaced and immediately kick him out? this has to be insanely serious and i’m terrified of what he could’ve done. the crazy thing is with everything currently happening in korea with the telegram situation, and korean women constantly being in danger in general because of the men there, i’m not at all surprised that celebrities are being exposed. sm has protected criminals before, and held onto lucas when his scandal came out as well as other artists who have been exposed for similar crimes. i can’t even imagine the severity of the current situation. we’ve seen what happened with the burning sun, and these men are not immune to being misogynistic, vile human beings.

members have already unfollowed him and deleted posts with him in them; his best friend of 17yrs has unfollowed him. the company taking the initiative and him getting kicked out of the group in less than a second before anything even came out, no denying the claims or even trying to defend him. that should be enough to tell you and understand how serious this actually is. i am beyond disgusted with him and this whole situation.

i sincerely hope the victim is doing okay and praying for them to heal and get the justice they deserve. and remember that your love for these celebrities should always be conditional, because we do not know them. it’s their job to put on a show and show you their public persona, but behind closed doors? we don’t know what they’re actually like. we put them on a pedestal and yet we don’t know what they’re really capable of. they are still men after all. i hope the police are taking this seriously. there needs to be consequences and these women need to be protected.

let this be a lesson to all of us. they don’t know us, and we don’t know them, not really, not at all.

ALWAYS choose morals over these strangers you idolize. and as women, we should be standing with the victims.

maybe not all men, but enough of them. and maybe not all men, but somehow always a man. and going forward, i will continue to support nct as a whole with the remaining members. however, keeping the situation in mind, i will be supporting from afar for a little while. if the situation escalates and other members are investigated and new information comes to light about the rest of them either knowing or possibly being involved, it would be best to step away for good. i will do my best to stay updated. but i do hope the rest of the members are doing okay, and hopefully no other members were involved; but this, just shows that they can always surprise us. you never think it’ll be your fave, until it is.

let’s hope this causes a domino effect and more of these people are exposed and charged for the crimes they’re committing.

sending love to anyone who has ever experienced sexual violence or has been targeted and been in a similar situation. it is not your fault and it never was!

love you all and my dms are always open if you need to vent. <3

❗️EDIT: also i wanna add that we need to not praise the rest of the members or any other celebrity for simply unfollowing him on social media. that is the least of anyone’s worries.

we don’t know if they were aware, we don’t know if they knew and were protecting him or turning a blind eye. it could be them trying to save themselves and clear their guilty conscience. maybe they didn’t know and are just as shocked as we are, we don’t know that either.

we blindly trust these people and believe they have good intentions but look at where that can lead to. fans being upset is valid, yes; but remember people with money and power will do whatever it takes to sweep things under the rug and make it go away in order to save face and keep their image and reputation.

follow-up post here.