#champios

[bubu44f1]

I bring a video of Max a little drunk where he is simply beautiful!!! Sue me I have a certain degree of madness when it comes to Max

In the original video he is simply singing Queen

We are the champions, my friendsAnd we'll keep on fighting till the endWe are the championsWe are the championsNo time for losers'Cause we are the champions of the World

[digimontamerrichie-tcg]

[rmbaloncesto]

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[volleytimes-com]

Champions League: Trento destroy Berlin to take last ticket for semifinals!

🏆| Champions League: Trento destroy Berlin to take last ticket for semifinals! February 29, 2024 | Semifinals Second Leg: • Trentino Itas (ITA) - Berlin Recycling Volleys (GER) 3-0 (25:19, 25:20, 25:22) Read more here 👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼

More to follow ____________________ 🏆| 2023/24 CEV CHAMPIONS LEAGUE | Quarterfinals FIRST LEG Wednesday February 21, 2024 • 18.00 (Local Time) | Halkbank Ankara (TUR) – Cucine Lube Civitanova (ITA) 1-3 (21:25, 21:25, 27:25, 22:25) 📍TVF Ziraat Bankkart Volleyball Hall Ankara / A • 19.30 (Local Time) | Berlin Recycling Volleys (GER) – Trentino Itas (ITA) 0-3 (18:25, 17:25,…

[merenguehastalamuerte]

Análisis | Real Madrid - Napoli | Líder Bellingham

[criskelgamers]

¡Semifinal de la CHAMPIONS LEAGUE! Parte 4

[affyboss6]

(via Fantasy Football Champion Classic T-Shirt by Affyboss6)

[theotherbackgrounder]

Headcanon and Theories Day 5: Cerise Hood

Aka. My favorite mess.

While raised to be the next Red Riding Hood, Cerise’s true destiny is the Big Bad Wolf.

Because of her secret, Cerise didn’t have real friends she could bond with that she could call close.

Had an imaginary friend when she was a kid. Whatever happened to her?

Cerise witnessed both Raven and Ginger being bullied, but was too scared to say anything. She felt like if she spoke up it would lead to others learning her secret and that she would be targeted next for the bullying. So she said nothing. It still haunts her that she never tried to help.

Cerise has regrets from her childhood about her father, that she was never able to do the things that other girls got to do with their daddies. She always wanted to do the doughnuts for dad or the daughter-father dance

She sleeps run like a dog.

4 time champio in Storybrooke fair Hotdog eating contest. Wears disguises at the fair so her friends doesn’t find out.

Red Riding Hood has baby photos where Cerise acts more like a puppy than human baby. She had her own chew toy and everything. Edit: Apparently I read about this in Unfairest of them All.

[dustisus]

Imagine you are Erik Klose. You get an exchange student who is obviously not doing alright, but you and your family show him that there is nothing wrong with him. Over the year he comes out of his shell and you are so in love with the vibrant person who has been hiding in there all year so you tell him you love him and he tells you he loves you too.

He goes back home but he returns (for you) when there is nothing left for him there, and your family is so ready to embrace him as one of their own. You catch him and your grandma in the kitchen, and she's teaching him the family recipe for Spätzle and he's teaching her the ingredients' names in Spanish. When the winter comes he is always the first one to volunteer to shovel snow with your father. When warmer temperatures come you wake up to his voice streaming in from the window where he always has breakfast with your mother. Your family loves him, so when he decides to move away again to take care of his own family (we are your family, too, you tell him, and he just smiles) they cry just as much as you do. The night before he has to wake up early to catch his plane you ask him to marry you, in the future, when it's legal, and he says yes. Still you wake up from his alarm early in the morning and his kiss goodbye.

At first you speak on the phone every day but then a job takes you across the country and takes all your time, and when his first job doesn't make him enough money for a three-bedroom house, he gets another one, and then another, until you have to schedule calls days in advance and most days you just text. But he tells you again and again that those boys need him, and from the sound of it, they do need someone to love them. And who will love them like your fiancé will love them? You have never met a person so capable of love, of engagement, in your life.

The call comes one early morning and he says that one of the twins has been arrested, that he has gotten into a fight, that it was to defend him, and doesn't mention until several minutes into the frantic call that it was him that he was defending. He says he has a smarting rib but is okay but what will happen to his cousin? I don't care, you don't say.

Finally the twins turn 18 and you start a countdown until they graduate in the spring, but come March he calls you and says they have all been offered full-ride scholarships, on the term that they all play Exy. The coach says he needs to keep an eye on Andrew, and maybe that would be for the best? he asks, and then when can start a life together I'd have a degree, and... and... By the time the call ends, he's convinced, and you could never step on his dreams.

Over the first year he calls you and tells you about his asshole teammates, and of how he answers on Andrew's beck and call to make sure things run somewhat smoothly within the team. You hear him pause slightly before choosing his words, consciously choosing the most innocent ones for his twins and the most incriminating ones for himself.

In the summer he comes home to you, but the summer is too short.

The next year, his texts dwindle and on your calls he sniffles but says he's not crying. He calls and says he did something bad and whatever comes to him it's his fault, but won't elaborate. This sounds like what he was saying when he first met you, so you comfort him and says it isn't. It's just been difficult, he says, when a teammate's died. You want to tell him it's so simple here, so simple to you, but you don't. It's not what he needs to hear.

The next few months are a shitshow that you only hear about from his calls and texts, and then eventually some news articles that reach you from the other side of the world. It worries you to know that he is distantly involved with some of the people that are not mentioned by name in the articles, but that you recognize from his stories. Once again, you tell yourself that he knows how to manage it, has always been able to manage it.

The chaos culminates at the championship finals and you are there to see it all go down. He turns his head to you, shouts your name as you spot the opposite player come close to killing your fiancé's friend. He lives, but the opposite player doesn't, and there are no loud celebrations for you to take part in. That night you and your fiancé celebrate quietly, on your own. You have not seen him in almost a year, and it's as if some of the vibrancy has run out of him. His eyes lack a glint, his hair a shine.

You stay a week and you meet the twins in person for the first time. Andrew is more subdued now than in past stories, Aaron feistier. You don't care much for them, but they are important to Nicky, so you make an effort. Neither will talk to you.

It only takes two days until Aaron catches you cuddling on the sofa in the dorm and you overhear an ew. It bewilders you but Nicky is falling asleep so you just continue running your fingers through his hair. The next day all of the Foxes have gathered for a film night, and Nicky has talked about how excited he is for you to meet them and introduces you to them with a joke and a flourish. They tell him to shut up, and Nicky laughs it off as a joke. Maybe you just did not get it. The rest of the night they try to pull you into also harping on Nicky, and get bored when you just say that you love him.

A week into your visit, Andrew pulls a knife on Nicky, and all the moments you have shared with him, all the ones you have planned, flash before your eyes. Nicky doesn't even seem scared, and the Foxes around them watch you curiously instead of the crime before them. Before you know what you're doing you have grabbed Andrew to pull him off, pull him away, but you're quickly overpowered.

Nicky cries as he patches you up. You understand he had not wanted you to see that, and you don't know what to say. You pull up the edge of his shirt to find small scars patterning the bottom of his abdoment, and for the first time you see them as what they are and not as a result of the game. You ask how often this happens, and he says only when I deserve it. He says it and you watch yourself transported, sitting in Berlin with a boy who said I deserved it, and once again you tell him he has never deserved this. You tell him he needs to leave, to please go back home with you, that they are not his family, but he says he can't. You have not seen him so grey in years.

He sees you off at the airport when you leave. Once again you plead for him to come with you, and once again he says he can't. You know you can't force it, can only say that you'll wait as long as it takes.

[sins-of-warriors]

He could feel her efforts to make him release his seed, laud moans came out of him the moment Yoko trashed her body against his hard cock, he was trying to hold his climax as much as he could to enjoy the look of her body bouncing and her face stuck on that expresión of lust but little by little as his manhood sank deeper he pass his limits, taking a firm grip into her waist the barbarian began to go faster and roughly smaking his cock up until a warm feeling began to flood her his cum spilling right into her womb expanding it to fit this new load that filled beyond her expectations.

A Big Fan (Closed RP w/ @sins-of-warriors

Linda approached the private quarters of the popular gladiator, happy to have finally gotten past. She was married, but her private life had been dead for years. She wore what was basically a dancer's outfit, still looking great despite nearing 40. She was still a beauty, and she squeezed her tit, moaning slightly. She was definitely ready for this, and she knocked on his door, waiting.

[retroillustrates]

The Eternal Championesses

I've made half of a FB group mad with this art. It's so funny.

[the-patrex]

Oh wait.... wait.... huh the Doctor representing Dea- Deaths Champio- anyway...

[jey-chan]

So what if... ash has a mostly shitty house situation, and both Oak and Celleby decided to make a grup chat with some xhampeons and the kid.

It would be funny bc:

Oak: hey lance? Could you make a new grupchat for legal topics and shush? A time treveler freiend an I are going to make this one in a child suport chat.

Please be good. Ash os only 9 and need more confidence and good adults on his life.

*oak aded ash s ketchum sto the chat*

Leon: oh new meat!

Lance: da-

Diantha: hello dear.

Cintya: BABY!

Obviusly Oak should had warned them of all the posible heart atacks this kid would make the champios had

[blackjackkent]

All right, no more putting it off. Time for Mizora's visit.

Somewhat amusingly, the scene starts out with Wyll and Rakha just sort of standing awkwardly near each other and Wyll has the goofiest smile on his face which is not really apropos to the situation, but it's still kind of cute to think that maybe he just looks like that sometimes when he looks at her, even in bad situations:

(Rakha, of course, is completely distracted from the cute smile and looks preoccupied as hell, which is apropos.)

Whatever Wyll might have in mind to say at this moment, however, is interrupted by the sudden opening of a hell-portal, for the second time, in the middle of their camp:

Mizora does not waste time in greetings, but lifts a hand flaring with hellfire in her palm.

"Sorores surge. Testis esto pacti mei!" she cries.

More portals burst open around the camp, disgorging forth a handful of other devils - women in silk dresses with wide, leathery wings and bright, glowing eyes.

"Come, sisters!" Mizora cries. "Be my testament! Notum sit in Baator!"

Around the camp, echoes of the words roll back from the mouths of the assembled devils. Mizora smiles in satisfaction.

"Holy hells," Wyll whispers unsteadily.

Every muscle in Rakha's body is drawn tight, every sense on alert. She feels acutely aware of the number of strangers in the camp at present, their malicious intent, and Mizora at their head. The beast in her head growls like a beaten dog backed into a corner; it wants to rip and rend and tear at these interlopers into their territory, and at Mizora most of all, who has called that frightened and weary look into Wyll's face.

But she holds herself back with every ounce of control she possesses, because to attack Mizora would be to doom Wyll. The pact is not yet broken. When it is... when Wyll is finally free... she and Mizora will have a final reckoning, and it will not go well for the devil. But until then... she waits, and watches Wyll out of the corner of her eye, ready to act as he sees fit.

"Just what are you up to?" she asks, very carefully, as if afraid to jar herself loose from her own control.

"I come to bargain," Mizora says with a casual smirk. "The Hells demand witness."

"Enough, Mizora," Wyll snaps. "Where is my father? How do I save him?"

Mizora's smirk deepens, utterly untroubled by Wyll's anger. "How else?" she purrs. "We bargain. Sisters...?"

She gestures with one hand, and the summoned devils begin to intone a chant in Infernal. In her other hand, Rakha watches the Weave give a shuddering jerk as if ripped apart by gripping hands, and from within the wound in the fabric comes forth an enormous piece of parchment inscribed with glowing letters.

She can see the magic dancing on its surface, over every word. It doesn't take much effort for her to guess what this is, even before Mizora explains it.

"Your contract, Wyll," the cambion says, mocking laughter in each word. "Signed in blood, forged in fire, bound in bone - but not unbreakable."

Then break it! Rakha wants to scream, to demand, to rip Wyll away from Mizora's control for good. She can already guess where this conversation is heading, and the dark certainty of it makes her tremble with rage.

But she says nothing. She waits. She waits... and the hammer falls.

"But no contract is ended without sacrifice, Wyll. The cost must be paid."

Fire bursts up around her, around all the devils in the camp, sending weird flickering shadows across the scene, lighting Mizora's face ominously from below. She raises her hands and her voice booms out across them, raising the hair on the back of Rakha's neck.

"WYLL RAVENGARD!" she booms. "A choice is before you! Option one - I show you the way to your father. I guarantee him no harm except that from you and your allies. And you pledge your soul to me and the archdevil Zariel in a pact eternal. Option two - I break your pact, and you are freed from your duty. Your father dies by his enemy's hand, and Baldur's Gate loses its greatest champion."

She smiles; her eyes glow like burning coals in the hellfire light. "Name your sacrifice!"

"Bloody Zariel!" Rakha hears Karlach shout from beyond the fire. "I won't let her take Wyll!"

"SILENCE, KARLACH!" Mizora barks.

Wyll's shoulders have hunched up as if defending him from a physical blow. "Mizora, you arsehole--" he growls.

"CHOOSE!" she snaps, and laughs.

Rakha's blood runs cold. I knew it, she thinks bitterly.

Kill her... growls the beast. Take the choice away and punish her for giving it. Rip out her guts and see what a devil looks like from the inside...

But she can't. She can't... because that would destroy Wyll... and yet the choice is impossible.

(A/N: I'm still salty as hell that you can't let Wyll make this choice on his own. It's the only companion decision that you can't leave to the companion themselves. I think, however, we can safely guess what his choice would be, if the option were given.)

Well, not impossible. Were it Rakha's choice alone, she would break the pact without hesitation. Wyll needs to be free. What did Ravengard do for him besides turn him out into the cold when Wyll needed him most? Wyll has trusted and loved Rakha in spite of the monster inside of her, but Ravengard did not have the strength to do the same. He does not deserve Rakha's pity, and Wyll deserves far better than either of them.

Besides... she is all too familiar with being trapped in the service of a power inside her head that she doesn't control. Hers is baked into her very blood and flesh, but Wyll, at least, has the possibility of freeing himself from his.

"The half-life of a mind-addled slave is worse than death," Astarion said, when she told him of Bhaal's taint in her blood. And she knows he was right.

The trouble is, of course, that Wyll will not see it this way. She knows all too well that he sees his father as a hero, a man to be emulated in all things. He will want to sacrifice everything to save his father, even if his father would not do the same for him.

It isn't fair! she thinks, petulant, angry, as if her rage could somehow change the truth of the situation.

There is one final thought, though, that seals things for her beyond anything else. You pledge your soul to me, Mizora said, and to the Archdevil Zariel in a pact eternal. That could mean anything - but there is the possibility that it means that once Ravengard is free, Mizora will take Wyll to the Hells. And he would be gone from her, and she would never see him again, and she would be alone with her own father's voice keening for blood in her head.

And she is not sure, without Wyll, if she can resist it.

"Break the pact, Wyll," she mutters. Shame floods her, knowing that it is selfish fear as much as love or hope that drives the words. "You deserve your freedom."

Wyll flinches, his expression twisting with agonizing pain. "You damned wretch," he snarls-- and perhaps he means Mizora, but perhaps he means Rakha, too, and the possibility stabs deep into her heart. But the words are spoken, and they can't be taken back.

His shoulders slump and his eyes close. "Do it," he mutters. "Break the pact."

Mizora tips her head to the side, visibly surprised, but her brutal smile doesn't shift. "Fiat ita," she intones, echoed by the devils surrounding them.

The Weave swirls around them in a burst of ripping, tearing energy, sloughing around Wyll's body, snapping the bonds tying him to Mizora by his hands, his eyes, his hips. The glowing contract flares up in a burst of fire, burning away into nothingness and leaving behind a singed mark in the magical fabric.

One by one, the witness devils disappear back through the portals that brought them, until only Mizora stands before them, still wreathed in the fading fire.

"Didn't think you had it in you," she says brightly, dusting her hands off with a conversational attitude, deliberately ignoring the anguish on Wyll's face as he sinks to his knees. "Seems my boy's all grown up."

She steps forward, close enough to give him a smart tap on the shoulder. "And don't go fussing about your father," she says coolly. "You made your choice; you knew the terms."

Drawing herself up to her full height, she meets Rakha's eyes and smirks. She's certainly fully aware of the fury in the half-orc's eyes - but it doesn't concern her any more than Wyll's agony does. "You know what..." she says, with mock-thoughtfulness, tapping a fingertip against her jaw. "I think I'll stick around." She snickers. "Not for the greater good, you understand... just for the entertainment."

-----

The flames fade. Mizora turns and walks away, her wings folding around her as she moves to a position at the edge of camp, casually settling herself against a tree. She catches a baleful glance from Aylin as she passes the aasimar, and grins, waggling her fingers in a playful wave.

Rakha sags, weary and angry, her eyes narrowed. She waits for Wyll to say something, anything... but he doesn't speak. He just sits on his knees in the dirt for a long, long time, then climbs to his feet and slowly trudges away towards his tent.

[mariacallous]

Tributes have been paid to Helen Darbishire, a human rights activist and founder of Access Info, an organisation that campaigns for the right of access to information, after she died on Friday.

“It is with deep sadness and heavy hearts that Access Info shares the passing of our Executive Director and founder, Helen Darbishire, on Friday 18th October,” Access Info announced.

Alberto Alemanno, professor of European Union Law at the College of Europe, described Darbishire as “an activist whose impact will remain unmatched by most political leaders”.

“Helen Darbishire has been one of the staunchest, most charismatic, and most effective civil society leaders in Europe, whose actions have been instrumental in making the EU more transparent and accountable to the benefit of the many, not the few,” Alemanno wrote on X.

As well as founding and leading Access Info, Darbishire worked with the United Nations Convention against Corruption and the Open Government Partnership.

She was also one of the lecturers at the Balkan Investigative Reporting Network’s annual journalism Summer School for Investigative Journalism for several years in the early 2010s.

“Helen was a champion for freedom of information, brave and persistent activist who won numerous battles for us all in the fight for transparency. She leaves a legacy that many can only dream of,” said Ana Petruseva, BIRN’s country director for North Macedonia.

Darbishire established Access Info in Madrid in 2006, establishing it as an organisation dedicated to promoting the right of access to information and open government.

She had previously worked with freedom of expression campaign group Article 19 and the Open Society Institute, and as a consultant with international organisations including UNESCO, the Council of Europe, the OSCE and the World Bank.

She wrote and lectured widely on freedom of expression, access to information, human rights and democratisation.