#fantasy football game for money

[twopoppies]

You're not embarrassed being an old woman and being in tumblr? I would rather die that my grannies have an actual account on tumblr for celebrities rho

Why would I be embarrassed for having interests I enjoy? My guess is that you’re really, really young. And that maybe you don’t actually have solid relationships with adults who have lives outside of parenting or work. But I hope for you that when you’re my age you have hobbies that bring you happiness. And that by that point you realize that trying to shame someone for being an adult only makes you look too immature to be in adult spaces, which Tumblr is.

When I was 20, I loved music, making art, writing and reading good stories, fashion, talking about popular culture, making friends, going to concerts… You’d be surprised how little changes when you’re my age. I just have way more money and time to enjoy those things now. I’m only 55. I’m not dead. I’m also not a “granny”, but even if I was, I’d probably still like all of those things.

Ageism isn’t cute, love. And I sure don’t ever see people telling men they shouldn’t go to football games or have their little “fantasy football leagues” or wear their favorite player’s merch. For every comment you guys like to say is misogynistic (but isn’t), this is one that really reeks of it.

[11wicketsbangladesh]

Top 4 Teams In T20 League - Add Them In Your New Fantasy App Bangladesh.

Like fantasy cricket, fantasy football Bangladesh too gained immense popularity among football lovers. Playing football on the new fantasy app Bangladesh can earn you the Bangladeshi taka (money). The football fever has subsided a bit because of the ongoing T20 cricket league season.

Gujrat has taken the T20 league by storm. They are at the helm with 18 points and qualified for the playoffs straightaway.

Hardik Pandya led the pre-season favorite team and won their maiden trophy last season after defeating Rajasthan. The team is looking terrific and poised this time around to repeat history.  

What are the other teams? How are they faring about the inclusions in the playoffs? Gujarat seems formidable throughout the 2023 league season topping the chart after convincingly beating Hyderabad by 34 runs.  

Seven teams are in contention for a berth in the three playoffs in 2023. Eight league matches are upcoming. Delhi and Hyderabad are out of the tournament.

Top 4 teams as on May 17

Gujarat with 18 points from 13 games with a run rate of +0.835

Chennai with 15 points from 13 games with a run rate of +0.381

Lucknow with 15 points from 13 games with a run rate of +0.304

Mumbai with 14 points from 13 games with a run rate of -0.128

Chennai must win on May 20 in the last match against Delhi.

Chennai is looking good with 15 points and a run rate of +0.381. However, the match with Delhi is a must-win for Dhoni and his brigade to secure a berth in the three playoffs and the top 4 in the chart. Chennai may face some difficulty if Gujarat finishes with more points on the table. Then they need Mumbai to lose a game to feature in the top two.

Mumbai must win on May 21 against Hyderabad.

Mumbai is in for a contest to seal its position in the top two in the T20 tournament 2023. The other teams in contention are Lucknow, Punjab, and Bangalore.

Mumbai has stunned by turning the table to sit in the 3rd position with 14 points on the table from 12 matches. The net run rate at -0.117 is a bit of a worry. Winning their last two games can place them in the top two.

In contrast, losing one may cause difficulty for the Rohit Sharma-led team. In that case, they would want two teams among Chennai, Punjab, Bangalore, and Lucknow to lose at least one match.

If a tie, Mumbai’s negative run rate will see them eliminated. On top of it, losing against Lucknow on May 16 set an enormous blow for their aspirations to finish in the top 3, and they slipped into the 4th position.

Lucknow must win against Kolkata on May 20

Lucknow is doing great by defeating Mumbai on May 16, securing a tie with Chennai with 15 points each. The net run rate put them behind the Dhoni-led side. Affected by the absence of their regular captain, KL Rahul, their win in the next game can see them through.

If they lose the next game and stay with 15 points, Gujarat, Mumbai, and Chennai can go past the points. Lucknow knows that to qualify, at least two of Mumbai, Chennai, Bangalore, and Punjab lose at least one game each. The chances of elimination of Lucknow are grim, though.

[19burstraat]

unbelievably specific modern things the crows would love. too bad they live in a late-1800s fantasy world

Kaz: screenshotting nfts, those web weaving posts about dog metaphors, leaving people on read, stealing from the self checkout in supermarkets, emo phases, wearing headphones but not actually listening to anything so they're just there just as a conversation deterrent, winding up scam callers, escape rooms, pretending to know nothing about pop culture in order to annoy people, playing solitaire online, Knowing A Guy for everything

Inej: social media sleuthing, posting goodreads quotes, strictly come dancing, snoopy, easily accessible climbing shoes, mr darcy, shouting at the screen when someone's judged incorrectly on a competition show, getting unbelievably competitive about wii sports/duolingo scoreboards/goodreads goals/animal crossing islands/air hockey, texting..... With loads of elipses... Like your parents.... and dropping unprompted wisdom in them.....

Jesper: neon clothes, the 💯 emoji, making everyone as miis on tomodachi life but being so bad at it that kaz and nina's miis end up getting married, lisa frank art, scamming people on depop, cheap jewellery that makes you go green, complaining about how cottagecore videos don't correctly represent the Rural Farm Life, shitty 2000s club bangers, the kitsch movement, giving your car a name, hoiking your novelty socks really high so everyone can see them, shitty christmas films, first person shooters

Wylan: speedpaint videos, joe hisaishi, being judgemental about other people's spotify wrappeds, djungelskog, that gif of the japanese mascot costume running through a bunch of explosions, watching weird low-budget adaptations of shakespeare plays with kaz, those arcade crane games, piercing your own ears with a needle and a lighter then being somehow surprised when it gets infected

Matthias: making an instagram account in-character for your dog, posting low-quality graphics of inspirational or biblical quotes on facebook (yk the ones w the landscape or sunset behind them), taking frowning selfies from below like your granddad does, viking media of any sort, buying dozens of identical t-shirts from big tesco, mixing up celebrities all the time, perpetually caving and giving the scouts/guides/youth groups/football clubs/carollers/etc money for their fundraisers

Nina: making bait posts online in the style of 'why can't we just print more money', period dramas, wearing huge mother of the bride style hats to weddings, saving recipes/crafts/art ideas on tiktok and then never actually doing them, pink gin, tiktok edits of fit celebs/characters, 3 hour video essays abt pop culture, saying 'break up with him' in response to every relationship woe, buying cheerful tat from flying tiger

[transform4u]

I have this huge crush on this straight guy on my campus and he just invited me to hang out!! I'm so excited to spend time with him, he said he wanted to "snap" me but I have no idea what that means! It doesn't matter, I have such a huge crush on him, I'd do anything he asks just to be closer with him!

As you step over the threshold of the frat house, a wave of pungent odors hits you—stale beer, damp gym socks, and an overpowering cloud of Axe body spray. Your nose flares in response, the smell so intense that it almost feels like it’s rewiring your brain. There's a sudden, sharp snaaaaaaaaapppp in your head, like a mental jolt, and your memories start to dissolve. The boy you had a crush on, the Channing Tatum poster on your wall—these memories blur and fade away, replaced by a torrent of new sensations.

Your mind is hazy as you inhale deeply, your senses overwhelmed by the distinct essence of frat life. The memories that take their place are a montage of keg stands, raucous parties, and the roar of college football games. A strange pressure begins to build in your chest, radiating outward. You can feel your body transforming, your pecs swelling into thick, pillow-like mounds. Your abs, once soft and undefined, solidify into a set of firm, sculpted muscles. Ballooning biceps and triceps inflate beneath your skin, while your quads and bubble butt expand, shaping your physique into that of a stereotypical frat bro.

A dull ache lingers in your head, a reminder of the cognitive changes happening within you. As your more nuanced, empathetic thoughts begin to dissolve, so do your skills in writing and math. The once-clear, intellectual part of your mind feels foggy and distant. A thick, dumb chuckle bubbles up from your throat, your laugh coming out as a guffaw that’s tinged with a thick southern drawl as thick stench radiates from your body, you let out an obnoxiously loud farrrrrrrpppphhhhttt.

You find yourself sinking onto a ratty couch, surrounded by the clutter and chaos of frat life. Your bro, with a grin as wide as his shoulders hands you a cold can of beer. You take it in your hands, feeling the chill through the metal, your grip now a part of your newly muscular frame. You stare blankly at him, your expression slack but content, and your mind is a whirlwind of simple pleasures and throbbing bass from the party tunes. Your chuckle deepens into a full-bore laugh, and you accept your new reality with a sense of easygoing acceptance. Your bro calls out cheerfully, "Yo Zack, come check what the boys and I got for you, bro" Curious, you follow his gaze to see your bros holding court with a shy-looking freshman girl. She's dressed skimpier than most of the party girls, with a barely-there crop top revealing her midriff and a scandalously short pleated skirt. Her clothes look expensive and well-tailored, hinting at money beyond the means of most frat rats.

Your bro chuckles and slaps your back. "See? She's just waitin' for a strapping jock like yourself to sweep her off her feet," he says, egging you on. You feel an undeniable twitch in your boxers, your cock stiffening as your bros taunts you. Those sick, perverted images in your head of dumb faggots making out start melting away, replaced by an overwhelming lust for red-blooded American women. Gals like this sorority chick, with no IQ, just tits and tight pussies. Suddenly, every dirty fantasy, every vile urge, feels justified. Every nasty gay thought you were having about your bro gets purged from your drunk brain. Homosexuality is the furthest thing from your horny mind these days. All you care about is getting your cock wet with the hottest college chicks you can find, preferably ones who are only too eager to please an upperclassman like you. You want to see that little skank bounced on your lap while frat brothers cheer you on as you pound her into submission.

But then he looks over at you knowingly and smirks, clearly enjoying the look on your face. You should be outraged at his scheming, but instead a rush of blood goes to your groin. The slutty little number in front of you looks even more delectable up close. Those big tits in that tiny top beg for attention. That tight little skirt hugs her hips just right.

Your frat bro grins devilishly. "I'll leave the two of you alone and let you get acquainted properly. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He winks salaciously before sauntering off with his entourage. Your jaw clenches as you watch him walk away, feeling both irritated and aroused by his actions. But the anger doesn't last long before desire overtakes it.

She looks up at you innocently, blue eyes sparkling with mischief behind her thick glasses frames. "Hello Zack," she says demurely, standing awkwardly next to the armchair you're occupying. "I'm Amy."

"Amy" you repeat, reaching out to gently take her hand in yours. Her skin is soft and feverishly warm. "It's a pleasure to meet you…"

You take Amy by the hand and lead her over to the couch across from you. She plops down and crosses her legs primly, arms folded over her chest to emphasize her budding breasts. You can't help staring at them, imagining squeezing and kneading those ripe young mounds.

You can practically smell her arousal from here as she squirms in discomfort beneath your penetrating gaze and crude innuendo-laced comments. The look in her eyes says 'Please stop talking', but the tent in your jeans says 'Fuck yes I will keep talking'.

To make matters worse, the other frat boys seem to have taken your lead now too. A few stand up to make room near the bar while others hover around to listen in for any juicy details of Amy's sexual misadventures with you. Some even have the balls to openly leer at her chest and ass. You lick your lips as a cruel smirk spreads across your face. These losers have no idea what they're missing out on.

[eternalsa2z]

Savant

It just didn't make any sense. My friend Kiki was SUCH an airhead. She could barely choose which panties she wanted to wear in the morning; often she was so indecisive she never put any on. Her focus was short and easily distracted by anything shiny, which was tough because she loved wearing jewelry. I swear she'd forget her hair if they weren't long blonde extensions attached to her silly little head.

All that was adorable...but also reeeeeeally annoying. Because besides looking amazing all the time, Kiki was incredible at one thing: fantasy football. I considered myself a football fanatic but every year her picks put my team to shame. Of course I was happy for her and proud. But there's only so many times you can hear, "OMG I won?!?!? No waaaaayyyyy! Yay!" from a giggly bimbo before you start to question the meaning of life and why you bother trying so hard at fantasy games.

I've accepted that she's a savant. But I tried to learn from her...and got even more frustrated. She doesn't watch the games! I tried once with her and she spent the entire time twirling her hair or getting distracted from the screen by looking down at her huge boobies. She also doesn't even really know the teams. There's 'the orange kitty kats!' and 'the Tenny-see Titties!' and the 'the 69ers!'. I'd swear she was messing with me if she didn't look and act so honestly sweet and innocent all the time.

There's also no rhyme or reason to her thinking. For a draft strategy Kiki might pick a player 'cuz he's dating a totes cute celebrity!'. Sometimes she likes the team's uniform colors or mascot. Or even just because his name makes her giggle. It's all vibes with her and I can do nothing I can do but smile and shake my head.

Eventually we struck a deal. She would teach me which players to pick and how to think. I'd use that in other leagues to make money. Soon I was rolling in prize money and spending it all on her turning her into a bigger bimbo. Because she earned it and somehow it's making her better at these games. Besides, if I've learned anything from these lessons, a bimbo like Kiki is the best fantasy trophy anyone could ever hope to celebrate with.

[itsthestutterforme]

My Sleepy Girl (Rafe Cameron Drabble)

Summary: Rafe rushes you to the hospital after you fainted in his arms.

Prompt credit @eddysocs : “Stop that broody look and come over here.”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, protective Rafe

**

“I mean really? The luck that I have right? Every single team that I’ve bet on fucking lost. Three fifty down the drain-“

Rafe was in the middle of venting to you about how he lost money betting fantasy football- yet again- when he notices your head bobbing whenever the car shakes when it hits a pothole.

He keeps an eye on the road but occasionally glancing at you and shaking his head.

Throwing the car in park, he tapped your shoulder and you jolted awake, hitting him in the chest.

“Relax, Bruce Lee. Jesus,” “Sorry,” you said through a yawn. “You didn’t have to come if you were tired baby,”

“It’s fine, Rafey. I just wanted to spend some time with you.” You told him, giving him a tired smile.“

“My sleepy girl,” he coos pecking your lips softly before opening his door.

You slid out of his BMW and shut the door, tugging Rafe’s North Face jacket closer to your frame at the cold chill.

Rafe holds his hand out for you and you place your hand into his. He presses a soft kiss to your knuckles before leading you inside.

He peered over his shoulder at you when he feels you pull away from his grip.

“I’ll head to the bathroom to freshen up,” you explain. “You want me to wait outside the door?”

“It’s okay, Rafe. I’ll come find you.” You reassure but he wasn’t budging.

Rafe watched you push through the crowd and decided to go with you anyway.

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he let his girl walk to the bathroom alone in a crowded restaurant full of drunk dudes?

You felt a hand on your waist and immediately knew it was Rafe from the signet ring.

He stood in front of you protectively, occasionally nudging some guys that were in his way until he reached the bathrooms.

“I said I was okay, Rafe.” You said when he opened the door to the bathroom for you.

“I know you did, baby. I’ll be right out here, alright?” You nodded, locking the door after you closed it.

Thankfully it was a one stall so you could have a moment to yourself.

You haven’t been feeling yourself lately. Sure it could have something to do with your period coming up or the birth control pills you’ve been taking. But it feels like something else.

You’ve been feeling more tired more frequently and get lightheaded when you stood up too quick.

You secretly hoped that Rafe hasn’t noticed because he can be such a helicopter boyfriend when he thinks you’ve been hurt.

Bending low into the sink you let the cold water run over your hands a bit before throwing some on your face.

Bringing the cold water on your face a few times, you turned off the sink and dried your face with a paper towel.

You felt rejuvenated but a yawn still escaped your lips. You applied some lip stick after you washed your hands, giving yourself a once over in the mirror before leaving.

Rafe’s eyes met yours when you open the door. He was leaning against the door, crossing his arms as he waited for you.

“You sure you’re alright, baby?” He takes your head into his hands, gently scratching your scalp to calm you.

“Mm, you know I fall asleep when you do that.” You tell him, melting into his warm hands with a pleased smile.

He chuckles at the sight of his hands squishing your cheeks.

“M’okay, Rafe. Let’s go find the boys.” You took his hand and let him pull you through the crowd until you met Topper and Kelce.

“Y/N, you made it!” Topper’s face lit up when he brings you in for a hug.

Kelce lifted his fist and you gave him a first bump. “Good to see ya as always,” he greeted.

You and Rafe sat down and the boys immediately started talking about how the game was going.

Meanwhile you flagged down the waitress to order a drink and some boneless wings.

By the time the third quarter hit, you were back asleep. Kelce cocks his head to you sleeping, resting your head on the palm of your hand.

“Is she okay?” “I dunno man. She’s been.. tired lately. I think she needs to make a doctor’s appointment,” Rafe explains.

“Baby,” he states, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

Your eyes peeled open. “Oh, sorry. I think I’ll head home. You can stay here, I’ll call an Uber,” you stand from chair and your head felt like it was floating off your body.

“I don’t..” you trail off. Your knees buckled sending you to the floor.

“Whoa, whoa,” Rafe’s catches you, holding your chin in his hand as he called your name.

“Y/N, baby. Look at me.” He tells you. When you tried to speak, he noticed your words starting to slur.

“I’m taking her to the hospital,” he takes out a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and set it on the table in to pay for your food.

Throwing you over his shoulder, he walks to his car and buckled you in the front seat.

**

There you laid asleep in the hospital bed with the constant beep from the heart monitor. Thankfully, you didn’t need an oxygen tank.

The doctors ruled out brain damage, which they were worried about when Rafe mentioned your speech slurring.

After hours of tests and blood work, the doctor ordered the nurses to give you an IV with the necessary nutrients that you were lacking.

With just an hour on being on a drip, you were feeling much better.

Rafe paces in the room, biting on his thumb anxiously. He stops pacing when he heard the door click open.

“Hey doc,” you greet. “So we figured out what was wrong. Y/N, do you have history of anemia in your family?” He starts.

“Uh y-yes, my grandmother has it and so does my mom. I just.. haven’t been the best at taking pills.” You said with a grimace, feeling Rafe’s burning stare on the side of your face.

“Mm, I see. Well your blood tests came back and we can determine that you are teetering between mild anemia and severe anemia. And you also have a potassium deficiency.”

“That’s not fatal is it?” Rafe asks, crossing the room until he was next to you.

“If it goes untreated for a long period of time, yes. But thankfully, she’s nowhere near fatal ranges,”

You glanced over at Rafe who looked like he was going to kill someone. His expression caused the doctor to take a step back.

“No need to worry about him, doc. He’s just protective.“ you reassured, wanting him to continue speaking.

“Good news is that you can be discharged within the hour. I suggest swinging by the nearest GNC to find iron and potassium supplements along with monthly blood tests to make sure you’re headed in the right direction.” He finalizes, giving you a nod before leaving.

The room went silent until Rafe scoffs. “Here we go,”

“Because you haven’t been the best at taking pills, you passed out. Are you serious, Y/N?” He held a hand out for emphasis.

“Look, I know it’s a stupid move alright? I just don’t like taking pills. Especially big ones. It makes me feel like I’m going to choke or something.”

“But you don’t have a gag reflex,” he said and you gave him a flat look.

“I know you’re struggling to keep a straight face after that,” you said after a long pause.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he says with a soft chuckle. “Leave it to Rafe to make sexual innuendos,”

“Please, you know you love this mouth.”

“I do. Now stop that broody look and come over here.” He slumps his shoulders and approached your open arms.

Resting his head on your shoulder with a low grumble. He wrapped his arms around you cautiously.

“I’m just worried about you,” “I know, baby.” “I’ll make sure you take your pills every day. You hear me?”

“Okay,” you said in defeat. “Hey, none of that. You need to get better.” He reprimands as he pulls away from your shoulder.

Sighing when he sees your pout, he adds, “Fine I’ll order us some take out from the Cheesecake Factory after we go to GNC. Deal?”

“Deal,” he leans down to give you a quick peck.

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 3)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (3)

Masterlist (other parts here)

Jordan had a big smile on her face when she saw YFN. She pulled over at the front of her hotel and put the window down.

“Allo mate, need a lift?”

“I don’t have any money, sorry.”

Jordan opened her mouth in an amused and fake offended ‘O’. “You’re takin’ the mick.”

YFN laughed and slid into the passenger seat. “Do you charge by the hour or…?”

Jordan laughed loudly and slapped her arm. “Too expensive for you, mate.”

She began driving. YFN loved seeing this side of Jordan. The side that seemed much more natural, and much more of the Jordan that Lucy was describing last night.

“Wherrrrrre are we going?”

“I was thinking coffee and then shopping? Also, I’m assuming you don’t have any football gear to wear to the game tomorrow?”

“Hm, you are correct there.”

“Oh, Lucy is going to love seeing you in a Bronze jersey.”

YFN blushed and looked over, surprised.

“What? She loves seeing people in her jersey. Plus, you don’t know anybody else on the team, do you?”

“That’s a negative, and what number is she?”

“2.”

“Oh, my favourite. Okay, let’s get a Bronze jersey. Should we get the home or away kit?”

Jordan laughed. “Wow, look at you! Someone’s been doing their research!”

YFN grinned. “I love blue but the internet says something about it being a bad luck kit…?”

“Oh poppycock. Blue would be perfect with your eyes.”

YFN laughed. “Oh, and I also want an Australian flag.”

Although they only planned on a few hours, the two spent all day together. The atmosphere was great, they both bantered like they’d known each other for years. They wandered around town with iced drinks, stopped for breakfast, then lunch, and Jordan even taught her how to kick a soccer ball on an empty pitch, as well as teaching her some rules. YFN did try to incorporate some tackles to which Jordan gave her red cards for. They collected some free merchandise for the game from people in the club who Jordan knew and managed to find an Australian flag also. The day was fantastic, and of course they ended it on the beach with some fish and chips, Jordan making YFN try it with curry sauce. It confused the hell out of her, but she admitted it was decent.

The next day Jordan picked up YFN again early and they went for lunch. They had decided the day before that they wanted to catch up earlier before they headed to the game. At lunch, Jordan asked YFN about her job and what she did. She was a writer and loved to write fantasy. She’d been working for a newspaper before she left and had a very popular daily column with a lot of fans, but she left because she lost her passion for it. And so, she decided to travel to gain inspiration and get back into writing fantasy with the hope of publishing and travelling the world. Jordan was wowed by this and admitted to wishing she had the creativity for it. About five minutes later though, it seemed she had completely forgotten the conversation though, and had to ask again. YFN laughed, this had happened a few times with her the day before and so she lovingly gave Jordan the nickname ‘Dory’.

The seats for the game were in the perfect spot, just adjacent to where the team benches were. The two were dressed up, laughing at their awkwardness as they made their way down to their seats with arms of popcorn, hotdogs, and drinks. They reached their seats and were greeted by a loud man and his adorable family. YFN didn’t need a degree to figure out who it was. Jordan introduced him as Jorge Bronze, Lucy’s big brother, and his family. He gave Jordan a hug and kiss, and she picked up the kids and gave them kisses also. Jorge dragged YFN into a strong hug they took their seats next to them. It felt like a huge family affair and made YFNs heart swell with happiness. Her family life was not so joyful, and so this was a happy change. A few other friends came over to say hi to Jordan and she introduced them to YFN. They were friends, other football players, or partners of friends.

Shortly before the game, the teams ran out onto the field to warm up. The crowd seemed to yell extra loudly as Lucy came out onto the field, Jorge was the loudest of all. One kid in his arm and a drink in the other, he yelled at the top of his lungs “LUCYLUCY. LUCYLUCY.” Many people were yelling it like a chant, and Jorge recorded it for his social media. YFN couldn’t keep her eyes off of Lucy. She oozed confidence. Her dark hair was up in a messy bun, and she looked a bit different without her glasses, but a good different. YFN bit her lip, thinking her football gear was a welcome sight. She couldn’t help but see the muscles through her clothes, particularly the thigh muscles when she walked. Lucy jogged around without a care, chewing gum and laughing with her teammates. At one point in time, she even sat on a football and just watched as the others warmed up.

“Hey Dory, what’s she doing?” YFN asked Jordan.

Jordan leaned into YFN to yell over the crowd. “Who? Lucy? Oh, her knee is really bad. Like really, really bad. She’s had a lot of surgeries and she’s always in pain. She just tries to keep off it before and after games really.”

As if Lucy had heard them, she looked up and caught sight of her group. Her eyes wandered along her family who were crazily waving until she reached Jordan and YFN. She grinned when she saw YFN wearing her jersey with that little dimpled smile on her face. It suited her, she thought. Being in the crowd with her family and friends, wearing a Bronze jersey, and holding an Australian flag with pride. She and Jordan had painted the flag on their cheeks also, fully supporting their friend. Lucy wanted nothing more than to walk over and talk to them, but she knew she was supposed to be warming up. She settled for a big childish wave and re-joined her team.

Ten minutes later they left the field, Lucy waving at her section and grinning from ear to ear as she left. Soon enough after, the crowd roared as the teams entered the stadium, holding hands with their mascots. Lucy was last in line, swinging arms with her little mascot. They stood for the national anthems and after a quick team photo, the game was underway. YFN couldn’t tell if she was just biased, but it was pretty obvious to her that Lucy was the most intelligent on the field. When she didn’t see an opening she liked, she passed the ball back to the defender next to her who Jordan said was “Millie Bright – acting Captain.” She pushed up the field hard during the first half of the game, and very nearly scoring on several occasions.

“Wow, Lucy is ON FIRE today! LUCYLUCY!” Jorge shouted. “THAT’S MY SISTER!”

“I haven’t seen her play this good is a while!” Jordan shouted in YFN’s ear.

A long shot came towards the goal and Lucy was sprinting from nowhere, her speed was incredible. She leapt, heading the ball and the goalkeeper tipped it. The ball hit the crossbar and bounced back into play. One of Lucy’s teammates were in the perfect position for the rebound and struck the ball, side-netting it. The crowd groaned loudly.

“COME ON LESS!” Jordan yelled encouragingly.

“COME ON RUSSO! WHY IS LUCY OUR BEST STRIKER!” A yell came from behind them in the crowd.

YFN was confused. Jordan saw her confusion. “Lucy is a defender, not a striker. Not even a midfielder. She shouldn’t be the most dangerous striker for us today but she’s just playing so well. The other girls aren’t doing well enough to be honest.”

That made sense to her. Lucy was compensating for her team. All of her discussions with Jordan the day before about Lucy being overly competitive and not liking to lose were becoming more obvious. YFN loved it and joined in on the shouting for England’s number 2.

The whistle blew to signal half time and the scores were still 0-0. During the break the pair took Lucy’s niece and nephew up to the bathroom and brought back more snacks for the Bronze family. They settled back down when YFN noticed that Jordan was tense and uncomfortably shifting.

“What’s the matter?” YFN asked.

Jordan leant over to talk in her ear, not loud enough that anyone else would hear it. “My ex is here. A few rows behind us. She waved at me.”

YFN pulled back with wide, worried eyes. “Oh Jordan, are you okay?”

“I don’t know. We’re still friends and I think she’s a lovely person, but I just feel so uncomfortable right now. She going to want to try and speak to me after this.”

“And you don’t want to?”

“She going to try and speak to me like everything’s normal when it’s not. I don’t think I have the capacity.”

YFN put her arm around Jordan and pulled her close. “You need to tell her that you need space. Because right now, even though you’re replying the bare minimum to her, it’s still coming across like you’re okay to casually chat to her when you know you need your space to heal.”

“You’re right.” She groaned. “I just don’t want to come across nasty at all. She’s such a good person.”

“Protect yourself first. Heal a bit. And only then can you try to have normal conversations with her, hm?”

The teams came back out then, and the second half began. Jordan’s mood picked up as she was lost again in the screaming, but unlike YFN, she was yelling their names.

Lucy played even better the second half, giving so many chances to her teammates to score. She went down, hard at one point, literally tumbling over like a gymnast and the crowd seemed to think this was normal.

“NEVER A GOOD GAME UNLESS LUCY IS FLYING!”

“LUCIA!”

“LUCYLUCY!”

“BRONZEYYYYY!”

She got back up and jogged back over to her spot a bit stiffly. YFN was in awe of her resilience. Eventually the 90 minutes were up and they were given +2 minutes. Just when all seemed like it was about to be over, Lucy scored. And it was beautiful. Just like last time she came sprinting from absolutely nowhere however this time she volleyed the ball into the net, hard. So hard the net must have broken. The stadium erupted, they all leapt to their feet screaming at the top of their lungs. Jordan and YFN grabbed each other, jumping up and down. Popcorn flew all around. Lucy was bombarded by her teammates leaping onto her. Looking up at the big screen, YFN could better see the massive grin spread across her face. Of course she scored.

“GOAL FOR ENGLAND NUMBER 2, LUCY BRONZE!”

The stadium erupted again.

Play resumed for the last 20 seconds, and the whistle ended the match to a stadium still cheering for Lucy.

Jorge was again filming on his phone, kid in one arm and phone in the other. “AW TOO BAD SO SAD.” He cackled as he filmed the other team. YFN laughed at the absurdity of it. She looked around at the packed stadium. It was all insane.

“AND YOUR PLAYER OF THE MATCH IS… LUCY BRONZE!”

Lucy received even more yelling and applauses. She shook hands with both teams and then was dragged into an interview on the pitch while her teammates signed autographs and gave out some of their match worn gear to the crowd. When Lucy finished the interview, she immediately hobbled over to her section and jumped up to lean over the barriers. Jorge and her family got to her first and pulled her into big hugs and kisses. They took some selfies and then Lucy moved over to grab Jordan into an all-encompassing hug.

“I’m so proud of you.” Jordan cried, tears welling. Lucy grinned and pulled back, looking at YFN and opening her arms cheekily. YFN laughed and wrapped her arms around her in a tight, warm hug. Of course, Lucy’s hugs were amazing.

“I’m sorry, I probably don’t smell the best right now.”

“You smell like success to me.” YFN kept holding tight for as long as Lucy was, though Lucy was doing the same. They both gave up eventually so as to not give any wrong impressions to photographers or the crowd around them.

“Nice jersey. Would you like me to sign it?”

“Depends, how much would it be worth?”

Lucy rolled her eyes and took a sharpie from her brother. She shifted YFN’s hair back gently to sign her jersey over her collarbone. She couldn’t help but notice YFNs perfume. The same perfume that was on her hoody when she had given it back a few days before. A shiver went up her spine as she tried to focus on writing neatly.

“Mine too please!” Jordan quipped. Lucy signed her jersey also.

“Oh, and this please!” YFN held up her Australian flag. Lucy grinned, rolling her eyes again and signed her flag. YFN couldn’t help but stare at her, the big grin taking over her face, her hair curling at the sides where she’d been sweating, and those big green eyes. They locked eyes for a moment but both broke contact almost immediately as it affected them both so intensely. No way would they be able to keep it normal in front of so many people. They felt each other shiver and saw each other smile. Nobody seemed to notice.

“I hear there’s a dinner party tonight!” Jorge almost yelled.

“Ohhhh yeah. Family and friends. I told them you’d all be there. You’re all coming, right?” She looked at Jordan a little worried, presumably because her ex would be there.

Jordan looked at YFN. “Stuff it. Yeah, we’ll be there.”

[rodricksfilipinagf]

Imagine: Marrying Jamie (Jamie Tartt x Reader)

Your wedding was very lavish as expected of a footballer and his wife

You had an expensive designer dress

For your wedding vow to him you did a poem that you wrote yourself 

His was more simple but heartfelt and meaningful 

His dad was NOT invited but his mom and Simon were

His whole team was there, and so were a bunch of kids from one of your jobs 

Jamie and his team surprised you with a dance number 

Not to be outdone, you sang a mashup. Maybe there was a rap

You and Jamie go to a tropical island that’s exclusive but so, so pretty

You have sex all the time, and everywhere 

You also spend a lot of time on the beach, and when you’re not in the water you’re reading 

By night you perform karaoke and then go clubbing with him

After your honeymoon you instantly quit your day job 

Jamie and your friend Keeley are SHOCKED because you are so good at it and seemed so happy 

But really you only did it because you didn’t want to starve and it was the best opinion for someone with no connections or wealth of your own

Keeley insists you could have been a CEO just like her, and though it’s tempting there are other things you would rather do now that money is not an issue

You decide to write full time. Anything and everything. Books. Movies. Plays. Stand up comedy. 

You visit Jamie’s talent agency with him and ask if you need a separate agent for each thing you can do

You utilize your newfound social media presence as a way to get speaking gigs about being autistic

You are more likely to get a literary agent because you are Jamie Tartt’s girlfriend with a shit ton of Instagram followers

You are able to make short films with the money you now have and enter then into film festivals and put them on YouTube

You miss kids. Like really miss them. 

But school curriculums are too general for what you want to cover, and repetitive, and you don’t want to chance a troublemaker in your class

You think it’s unfair that specialized stuff only starts in college 

And you love being around preteens 

So you start a nonprofit in which you teach 9-12 year olds creative writing

And they don’t have to pay bc tbh you don’t think their parents would pay for it

The kids love it, they’re not afraid to mess up and be goofy and laugh

Perfection isn’t the goal, just having a good time 

At first you feel a little guilty about spending Jamie’s money to buy a whole new designer wardrobe

But then he reminds you how marriage works and how what’s his is yours and you feel less bad 

But you try your best to use your speaking gig money or book advance money for stuff like that

You know he would happily fund your creative pursuits though

You’re very happy in your decision not to work a traditional job because now you can spend more time on what makes you happy

Now to the romantic stuff

Jamie is a great husband 

So thoughtful and caring

He offers to do chores when you’re too exhausted

Is very supportive of everything you want to accomplish

Plans very romantic dates for both of you

Doesn’t pressure you into having kids

You have sex all the time now that you live together

Loves having you at his games but understands if something else comes up

Keeps buying you expensive bags and jewelry

You two get a puppy together that likes to sleep in your bed with you

Always makes sure to give you detailed compliments every day

Is very understanding of you not wanting to physically carry and birth a child 

Posts about you all the time 

Brags to his teammates about how beautiful and sexy you are

Every time he comes across someone who might help you out with your dreams he brings you up

Leaves you alone for hours so you can read without being distracted by how hot he is 

You guys try out each others’ sex fantasies 

You two go on vacation together whenever there’s a long weekend or football season is over 

He hates whoever you do

He loves that you’re obsessed with him

You guys take care of each other whenever you’re sick

He watches all your favorite stuff with you but refuses to shut up while watching 

You have to bribe him not to talk while going to West End shows 

He likes it when you cook him dinner after a long day of football practice

He likes making you breakfast in bed 

He likes giving you scalp massages and playing with your hair 

Basically he treats you like a princess and married life with him is a dream come true 

[anon-sect]

PART ONE

Collab with @jkob85

Mike was in a pickle. He had placed bets on his fantasy football score card that didn't go well. To make matters worse, he had bet a substantial amount of money on his score card. It was so much that it would take some time to pay it all in full. He saw his phone ring. The caller ID read the name of the guy he lost to. He decided not to answer the phone, especially since he couldn't pay the man his money. Unfortunately, this particular mam was not known to be the nicest of guys. He had a reputation of being known as a total jerk, but if he ignored him, maybe he might forget about the bet.

After a full couple of days of ignoring his calls, Mike had a visitor at his apartment door. He opened it, to see Drake standing there. "I had to show up in person since you don't answer phone calls or texts." He said to Mike as he pushed his way into Mike's apartment.

"I don't have the money to pay off the bet, Drake." Mike followed behind him into his own apartment. He knew that Drake was a jerk, but to force his own way into his place was a bit much. "I will let you know when I have it. So you can leave now." He demanded. He watched as Drake went to sit on his couch and put his feet on his table like he owned the place.

"I don't really care for excuses. I just want my money, okay. And now, not years from now." Drake folded his arms while looking at Mike. He was here just for that, and nothing else. "Like I said, you get it when I have it. Otherwise, get out of my place." Drake saw Mike demand. Mike then thought of a solution that could benefit him and Mike. "Okay, I will waive you bet and leave on one condition." He told him.

Mike was curious about what this new condition could be. If he could get out of paying the bet and get the jerk out of his apartment, he had to know what it was. "What are your terms then?" He asked. Mike saw a sadistic grin on Drake's face. "Place a bet on this coming weekend game. The collateral you put down on the bet is yourself instead of money since you can't pay off the previous bet. If the team you pick wins, you are off the hook and owe me nothing. But if that team loses, I own you. Your choice, or pay me my current bet you owe." He didn't like the other option as much as he didn't like the first one. But he also knew how crazy Drake could get when you owe him. He nodded to the new option. Since both knew who were playing this coming weekend, he picked a team for the win. Seeing that Drake was satisfied, he saw him go back to his front door. "I will collect next time if you lose again." Drake told him and walked out. Mike really hoped the team he chose would win.

The weekend came, and Mike watched the game closely. The team he chose had a great lead in the first quarter but lost the leading score in the second quarter. The first half of the game ended with them down by a couple of points. For the last two quarters, it was a close game that ended in a tie, resulting in going into overtime. But Mike hung his head in disappointment when the opposing team scored the next point to win the game. He had lost another bet to Drake. His phone had a text alert. It was from Drake, and it said that he was coming to collect later on today. The only positive was that it wasn't a money bet.

It was several hours later, Mike saw Drake at his apartment door. He was almost tempted not to open it, but that might make Drake bust down the door. He let him in to his apartment. He noticed that he was holding a strange device.

"You want the good news or the bad news?" Drake asked a confused looking Mike as he saw him noticed the TF device in his hands.

Mike didn't know what kind of game Drake was playing at the moment, but he did wanted to know what exactly was going on. "Good news first then." He replied to a smirk on Drake's face. "You don't have to pay me a single penny on the previous bet." He got a reply back as the strange device in Drake's hand was now pointing at him. A beam of light shined on his body from it. "Bad news is that you are mine to do with as I please for as long as I want." Drake told him. He saw him remove his shoes to see his bare feet. He wondered why he wasn't wearing any socks.

Suddenly, Mike felt strange. His apartment seems to become larger. Even Drake was getting taller than he already was. "I came to collect you. You will be going home with me, just not in the traditional way. I came here with no socks, but I am sure leaving with a special pair of socks. You." He heard him laugh as whatever was happening to him continued. He then realized that he was shrinking. His skin was starting to change, and it became almost cotton like. Drake's device was turning him into a pair of socks. Before he knew it, he had fallen to the floor as he lost all motor control over his entire body. He was on the floor facing upwards as his whole world view was giant size. His vision became blurry and then no sight afterwards. He found himself limp and blind on the floor, fearing what would happen next. He could hear Drake's maniacal laugh above him.

Drake watch as a normal human being was now a pair of socks on the floor for his size 13 feet. He picked them up to examine them. They were super soft and look supportive. He put them on his feet and they actually felt good. He put his shoes back on and walked out the door. Before he left, he made sure to put the lock the door since the previous owner would not be returning any time soon.

Mike may have been blind, but he could tell what was happening via his other senses. He felt Drake's feet enter his body, which he realized was split in two pieces. The slightly strong foot odor from his feet was foul. He could taste Drake's feet, and it wasn't something he would have wanted to do. He felt the pressure of Drake stepping on him. The part that really made him beg for mercy was when he was shoved into Drake's shoes. It smelled worse than his feet. He was trapped and surrounded by foul stench. As the walking continued, he faintly heard a door close. He quickly realized it was his apartment door, and Drake was leaving it. He didn't know exactly where he was headed next, but he was trapped around the feet of Drake for who knows how long.

Drake rather enjoyed the power trip he was feeling. He had never worn a guy on his feet before. It really felt like normal socks with just a little more comfort to them. Since he had some errands to run before heading back home, he decided he would break in his new pair of socks. The thought also crossed his mind that Mike could be useful in other ways than as a pair of socks as he drove to his next place he had to be. Till he got home, he would just think of his socks as just socks and not a person being forced to comfort his feet, even though the latter thought did put a smirk on his face.

Mike's mind was going crazy. He couldn't get used to the odor. One part of the odor was inside his sock bodies, and the other part was outside his sock bodies. No matter what, he was surrounded by it and trapped inside it. The constant walking on him also didn't help. He was being treated like a common object by Drake. He felt so embarrassed even though no one but Drake knew about the pair of living socks on his feet. It was just the sense of powerlessness that drove him crazy. He couldn't move any of the body, not even squirm. He was completely at the mercy of Drake with no one to come rescue him.

A few hours later, Drake finally got home. His feet felt so good the entire time he wore Mike. Once in his bedroom, he decided that he would mark Mike as his property in a special way. He got undressed and was just in his underwear. He pulled them down and got on the bed. He grabbed one of the socks, and placed it over his dick. He thought about the entire time if doing his errands and how he was using another guy as his socks. He thought about how Mike was trapped in his shoes totally against his will, surrounded by his foot odor. He got so hard, it didn't take long for him to ejaculate inside the unwilling sock. He jerked his seed into it, hoping Mike could taste it. He enjoyed it so much that he did the same thing to the other sock in the pair.

Mike thought that Drake couldn't torment him any worse till he was forced to taste his cum, not just once, but twice. He was really marking him as his property. He felt disgust for the guy, but it was powerless to do anything to stop him. He decided that if the opportunity to escape or over power should arise, he would do so. He may be trapped as a pair of socks, but his mind would not subcome to be submissive.

[livwritesstuff]

So I’ve made a few references to Steve being an Excel guy as an adult (because someone had to be in charge of Steve and Eddie’s money and it certainly wasn’t going to be Eddie).

He’s got the classic spreadsheets – monthly budget, college savings projections, income tracking because he and Eddie both work jobs with variable incomes (Steve is a counselor and Eddie is an author), the whole nine yards.

Steve also has some “extracurricular” spreadsheets. I’ve talked about how Steve has a spreadsheet tracking the combinations of Mario Kart racers/vehicles he tries out (there’s a ranking system involved, it’s very complex). He’s got one for his fantasy football league, obviously, and he and Moe put money on their March Madness brackets so there’s a spreadsheet for that too.

Eddie’s personal favorite is the one comparing monthly expenses by kid, which isn’t exactly a necessary metric per se, but from it stems a game Steve and Eddie secretly play: who is the most expensive Harrington daughter?

The winner tends to rotate throughout the year, but Hazel is usually their least expensive child in the long run. She does ballet, which isn’t too bad when she’s little but then she graduates to pointe shoes, and Steve had no idea that not only do pointe shoes set you back $100 minimum, they also wear out ridiculously fast, and, as he’s been told many times, you can’t wear the dead ones.

Moe usually takes that top spot in the winter – elite basketball teams aren’t cheap by any stretch of the imagination, and then in high school she gets into snowboarding, which is somehow even more expensive. She’s also consistently the reason they hit their health insurance deductible every year. 

Robbie is their overall most expensive kid by a mile. She drove up their car insurance by getting into an accident a month after she got her driver's license, had braces for five years, and the prescription on her glasses has changed every eighteen months since she was seven. She’s notorious for breaking her phone, so she racks up quite a tab in that regard too (the one year they got a protection plan was also the one year she had no phone-related incidents, so they didn’t even bother renewing it – they just make her suffer with a cracked screen for a few months before they finally drag her to the mall to get it fixed). There’s also the year Eddie bought her an electric violin which was, naturally, not cheap (Eddie argues it shouldn’t count because he was the brains behind that operation).

[majaloveschris]

Today has been hell. I have decided to kind of answer a lot of asks in one post.

Why would the co-stars be there if not because of the wedding?

There could be several other reasons for this.

RDJ is shooting in Boston, so Renner is a big football fan (we all saw them in a football match with Evans), and Hemsworth could be there because of the Tom Brady thing too. It is a big deal in the states, and maybe Chris will have an after party, or this was a really great opportunity to reunite and to get some attention since neither of them are allowed to promote their stuff.

But Hemsworth doesn't even like football.

And how do you know that? Has he ever said that? And even if this were the case, maybe he just wanted to hang out with his friends, and this was a great opportunity to get together. Maybe Hemsworth started liking football after spending a lot of time in America. Maybe he had some work to do there. Nobody has ever said that he only flew from Australia to the States because of the whole Tom Brady thing. It's not like it would be too far-fetched to say that he flew in because of his friends. He is rich, so he has no problem spending money on a plane ticket. Or on a private plane. Hemsworth was also part of the AGBO fantasy football team, just like all the Avengers. Could be another reason for them being there.

That's Hemsworth's wife, not his mom.

That's not his wife. This is his wife.

And if you take a look at that woman who was there with them in the restaurant, you can see that the hair color immediately doesn't match. But by just taking a look at this picture, you can see that the woman with them looks nothing like Elsa.

Hemsworth and Renner told those girls that they were there because of Chris's wedding.

I find this really unbelievable. Do we really think that they would spill the tea on random people? There is no way they don't know about the backlash their relationship has been getting, and if they are getting married, they clearly want to keep it secret, so there is no way his friends would spill anything, especially to random strangers.

Chris's friend posted a picture on Instagram of him and his friend in a car wearing something fancy.

He posted that picture when it was like 9 a.m. in Boston, so as one of my friends said, they might've gone to church.

There are also a few people that are missing who I think would be there, like Mackie, who is in New Orleans for a football game, and Alba's cousin, who is in Peru with her family. I don't think either of them would miss their wedding.

I've said it once and twice, and I'll say it once again: the only reason all of these are suspicious is because of that one girl, that random online person, saying that the wedding will take place this weekend. I'd also like to add those people who love to stir up shite online and spread misinformation because they love creating drama.

It's also really interesting that this is happening once again after something unrelated to Alba happened to Evans.

Maybe I'm wrong; maybe they are getting married. I don't know, but nobody else does. There is just as much evidence of them getting married as there is of them not: zero.

This is only my opinion.

[shuttershocky]

Out of all the curses of modern gaming, it's season passes / battlepasses that saddens me the most, because what I am fairly sure is its origin is really close to my heart.

One of the most notable things about Dota 2 is that (even now) it's the only MOBA (games like League of Legends, Heroes of Newerth, etc) on the market where every single one of its playable characters was immediately free for the player, no money or grind required, unthinkable for a free to play game. That means a player completely new to the game was actually on even footing access-wise to players with thousands of hours: everyone had access to the same cast, there were no upgrades you could get to amplify your favorites before a match (unlike the rune system League had back then, though I hear that's gone now), nothing. You were theoretically on even footing with everyone at all times, your only difference being your experience.

In its early years, Dota 2 didn't even have lootboxes for its cosmetic microtransactions yet (even when its sister game Team Fortress 2 did, and it does now). You browsed through the online store and paid 2.5 dollars to give your favorite character a cowboy hat.

All in all, there was very little way the game was actually making any money. The only reason it was even designed that way is because the original DotA was a Warcraft 3 mod faithfully updated for years with the free labor of community modders. When the lead was hired by Valve to make Dota 2, they insisted complete parity between the two versions: they would have the same updates, no gameplay can be locked behind monetization, Dota 2 should be able to run on crappy computers, etc.

Now Dota 2 has an annual tournament called The International, famous for holding the single largest prizepool in the history of Esports (back then, 1 million dollars), with the money contributed by Valve. However, they knew pumping millions of dollars into the tournament every year on a game that was not monetizing its playerbase was a great way to go bankrupt eventually, even if at the time Dota 2 was acting as a gateway for many people in third world countries (where DotA remained supremely popular) to get into Steam.

So for the third International in 2013, Valve had an idea that would plague live service games for the rest of time.

They called it The International Compendium, a way for the community to support the pro scene. You paid 20 dollars (or was it 30? I no longer remember) to get a whole set of missions to unlock exclusive cosmetics, you could make predictions for how the tournament would go and if you were right your compendium levelled up even further, you could play Fantasy Dota the way people do Fantasy Football (I still have no idea how that works) and collect cards of your favorite players then watch as their performance in the tournament gave you points, and 25% of all sales went straight to The International 3's prizepool.

People loved it. Dota 2 didn't charge you for anything but hats that could also be gained by random drops from playing anyway, so the playerbase at the time saw it as a fair deal, and besides, 25% of it went back to "fostering the community".

They sold like gangbusters. The tournament's final prizepool was $2,874,380, with 1.6 million of that being contributed by Valve.This meant that the 25% sales added by the community totaled $1,274,380, so if you multiplied by 4 to get the money the TI3 Compendium made, you had almost 5.1 million dollars, for what was the earliest battlepass in PC gaming.

So of course, everyone else followed suit.

10 years later and everyone's doing a battlepass, even games that aren't free to play. It's format of a virtual passport that levels up as you complete its task with rewards for every level gained is one of the most psychologically effective player engagement systems, keeping players hooked on a game by constantly giving them a checklist to work on. World of Warcraft perfected the skinner box design for grinding to keep players hooked, but Valve introduced an idea that could be used by any game, in any genre, of any size.

And it fucking sucks dude. This was originally designed for a game that charged you nothing. No grind, no unlocks, no free rotation because everyone is free, no daily mission checklist to keep you hooked because it was supremely confident you were playing for the love of the gameplay (and even now 10 years later where Dota 2 has caught up with the rest of the world in providing dailies, I still ignore them because I only play for the love of the game), it felt fair.

It wasn't attempting to seize all my time, it wasn't disruptive to normal gameplay, it was on a game that charged nothing, you could ignore it completely if you didn't care for the pro scene, back then the idea felt reasonable.

And now for most online games that don't feature some kind of battlepass system, I see complaints that the game does not give them a reason to play. Players NEED this checklist now, because there are other games they can play that give in-game rewards by accomplishing their checklists. You cannot make a game whose ONLY engagement system is an enjoyable core loop anymore, you will simply be buried if you don't keep up.

I always knew something like gacha was coming and it was going to be a thing that affected the industry. When I was still studying around 2012 and attended all these talks from the local game industry, the ideas always centered around monetization, and designing games to hook whales into spending, discussion around designing a core loop was how to make a player spend money in order to stay inside that core loop they were engaged in rather than creating a core loop that would impress a game designer. Mobile games back then were beginning to truly emerge as the new goldmine that the AAA industry ignored until even Call of Duty was threatened by the sheer profits made from the casual space. Even if nobody mentioned gachapon/trading cards /whatever, it was obvious the future of game design was towards monetizing addiction.

Battlepasses though, that one hurts. I really didn't see it taking over live service games the way it did. I remember seeing it crop up in other games and going "Why are they making their own compendium, they don't have a tournament to base it around?"

oof

[11wicketsbangladesh]

Avoiding the Mistakes in Fantasy Premier League Bangladesh

The fantasy Premier League Bangladesh is a thrilling game that attracts several players. However, it's not uncommon for even seasoned FPL players to make costly mistakes. Here are some of the biggest faux pas to avoid in the fantasy football Bangladesh arena:

 Neglecting fixture schedules: Fixtures play a crucial role in the success of a player's FPL team. Players should regularly check the schedule to see if their players have difficult fixtures ahead. This will help them make informed decisions when it comes to transferring players in and out of their team.

 Overvaluing reputation: It's natural to want to pick players who have a proven track record in the Premier League. However, players should not blindly select players based on their reputation. They should also consider other factors such as form, fixtures, and injury status before making a transfer.

 Not monitoring injuries: Injuries can be a significant setback in the FPL. Players should keep an eye on the injury status of their players to ensure they don't lose valuable points due to a player's absence.

 Ignoring form: A player's form can be a reliable indicator of their future performance. Players should regularly check the form of their players and make transfers if necessary.

 Not using captain and vice-captain wisely - The captain and vice-captain are two of the most important choices a player makes in the FPL. Players should choose their captain and vice-captain carefully, taking into account factors such as form, fixtures, and injury status.

 Not being flexible with transfers - Players should be flexible with their transfers and not be afraid to make changes when necessary. FPL is a game that requires constant adaptation and evolution.

 Ignoring defensive options - Defense is an often-overlooked aspect of the FPL. However, defensive players can be valuable contributors to a player's overall score. Players should consider their defensive options carefully and make sure they have a balanced team.

 Not keeping up with the news - FPL is a game that is constantly evolving, and new information can quickly change the dynamics of the game. Players should keep up with the latest news and updates to stay ahead of the competition.

 Not setting a clear strategy - FPL requires a clear and well-defined strategy. Players should have a plan in place for selecting their team, making transfers, and maximizing their points. Without a clear strategy, players are likely to make mistakes and miss out on valuable points.

 Not making use of the bench: The FPL bench can be a valuable tool for players. They should make use of the bench to bring in players with favorable fixtures, or to transfer out players who may have picked up an injury or are facing difficult fixtures. This will help them maximize the points they can earn each game week.

In conclusion, the Fantasy Premier League Bangladesh is a complex and dynamic game that requires careful consideration and strategy to succeed. By avoiding the biggest mistakes mentioned in this article, FPL players can increase their chances of success in the fantasy football Bangladesh arena. These mistakes include neglecting fixture schedules, overvaluing reputation, not monitoring injuries, ignoring form, and not making use of the bench. By keeping these pitfalls in mind, players can make informed decisions and maximize their points, leading to a successful and enjoyable FPL experience.

[p-redux]

Just a question, a serious one, for you or anyone else here. Sorry, this is a long post.

If you are totally okay with whoever S wants to date and you are just happy for him, then why do you allow people on your blog to trash these women? I know a couple of the women he's supposed to have dated have done some things to and/or said some things about Sam that were bad. But most of them still follow him (if they did before) and most of them have said nothing bad about him. Why not defend them? We don't know for sure which of them he dated casually, more seriously, or at all. It's mostly conjecture. Why are the women always attacked?

If we all do really love Sam and his work AND support whatever type of love life he chooses, then why do we look for every bad trait about the women associated with him? I do think a couple of them maybe wanted him for his money or fame, but all of them didn't do that. Sam is a grown-ass man, and while I do think he is a nice and sweet people pleaser, I don't think he is gullible enough to only go out with women who want to use him or who are trashy. It's terrible for women to attack other women when the only reason they do it is based on conjecture.

I know many here won't agree with me, but when I look at Katie , Abbie, and Mackenzie I don't see fake, plastic , bougie women. There are others we have seen him with who also don't look that way. Why would we assume he's attracted to those types? Just because he looks at or follows women who might fit that type, doesn't mean that's the type of woman he really wants a relationship with. The women I see on IG often just remind me of what has always appeared in men's' magazines, it's just easier now to post your own photos. Much of that is fantasy and men are really visual.

Personally, I just don't believe he has dated every woman associated with him in the last 10 years. I just don't. I also don't believe he has dated someone if we have no actual proof. Being around someone, friends with someone, hanging out with someone, having a meal with someone doesn't always mean dating them. Everyone jumps to conclusions EVERY SINGLE TIME he is rumored to be connected to a woman. I have even read where Sam said there are numerous scenarios about who he has dated or is dating and many of them aren't true.

Sure, it's fun to speculate. But when it moves to attacking these women, that's too far. We don't know Sam or any of these women personally- at least most of us don't. We only know what they may share on SM. I find it appalling the ugly, hateful things I have seen written about Karina Elle and Monika Clarke in the last year or so, for example. Unless someone here has more proof than I have seen - real proof- we don't know IF or how long he actually dated either of them. We don't know if he dated one, but not the other. We don't know if he dated them both at the same time. Only Sam and the women know for sure. Without irrefutable proof, we don't know what happened between them. Someone dropping an anon that he was at a football game with his hands on KE's ass, or that he was spotted in Brooklyn with a tall, beautiful brunette shopping but with NO photos just isn't proof. I'm sorry, but if you can hang around a location long enough to KNOW it's Sam and KNOW the identity of the woman, you can get a photo. I know many say they didn't take a photo because they didn't want to invade their privacy. Well if that's true, then why post about it on a fan blog???? I would guess that any fan who may have seen him with a date and asked for a photo with him- who genuinely likes and respects Sam-- probably knows who he was with and has chosen not to post it anywhere out of respect for Sam and the woman.

I fan over him too. Sometimes I love the speculation too. But these women are real human beings and we need to remember that. And if we love and respect Sam, we need to respect his own choices. He doesn't need my permission to date or care about any woman. But if I respect him, I shouldn't trash a woman he chooses to spend time with.

Anon, you've mistaken me for some other blogs. This is PURV, one of my number one rules for my blog is that I don't allow any hate toward Sam or Cait OR Tony OR any woman Sam dates. I delete hate comments other people may have left on my posts, and I warn the person that if they do it again, I'll block them. Sometimes, people will reblog a post and leave a hate comment, but there's nothing I can do there because I can't delete a reblog. But the person will automatically get blocked.

So, please pay better attention or realize you're mistaking me for other blogs, I don't tolerate hate for the women Sam dates at all. If anything, out of respect for him. If he picks a woman to date, then he must find qualities in her he likes, and that's good enough for me. Whatever and whoever makes him happy, I'm happy for him. Simple as that.

As for your specific comment about not knowing whether Karina or Monika dated Sam. Um, the sighting at the football game was not an Anon. It was an identifiable real person who was at the game and saw them together and their interactions. A source I directly talked to. She has no horse in this race, no reason to lie. I got the info from her directly and I know her full identity. So, there is NO doubt her sighting was real. As for Monika, there are PICS of Sam and Monika KISSING at a restaurant in New York. And I also DMed with the photographer who TOOK the pics. He confirmed neither Sam or Monika's people called him. He's a photographer active in New York and gets around a lot. The pics are real and the kiss was real.

So, while you're right that there are some women associated with Sam where it's only speculation with no proof...the two you mentioned there IS proof. And plenty of others as well. Simply search my blog or do a Google Search. There's more proof for Karina and Monika than the two instances I mentioned. And he didn't date them at the same time.

And to reiterate: I, Purv, DO NOT allow any hate on my blog toward ANY woman Sam dates. And certainly no hate for Cait's husband, Tony. Apparently that wasn't clear to you. I hope it is now. Sorry to be pissy, but it's annoying seeing this first thing in the morning, when I've literally made it my blog's work to NOT hate on any of Sam or Cait's significant others. I'm one of the few blogs who sets this boundary.

Have a nice day, Anon, but please, if you're going to take the time to write such a long Ask, do your research first before accusing someone of something FALSE. Thank you.

Happy Monday, everyone! 🙄🙃

[dameronscopilot]

heyy! I was thinking about a headcanon where Benny is just a terrible poker player and Santiago just loves to gamble (he's even worse than Benny). they lose a lot of money in the casino and then Frankie appears, clearly able to play cards and wins back for them, while even winning. maybe you would like to write something like this? and sorry for my english, i'm not very good at it

I'm sorry this took forever! Hope you don't mind I turned this into a little drabble instead (with a Benny pairing, because of course).

Dealer's Choice

Benjamin "Benny" Miller x f!reader

Summary: Another night at the casino means another night of watching Benny and Santiago fail miserably at poker.

Word Count: 1.2k

Content: Gambling, fluff, Triple Frontier men and their antics, established Benny x reader

As the bartender slides you a drink, you turn around, bracing your elbows on the counter behind you. 

“Has he quit yet?” you ask the man beside you, lifting the shot glass to your lips.

Laughter rumbles in Will’s chest as he scoffs and takes a sip from his own drink, casting his gaze to where his brother is seated at a poker table across the room. “Nope.”

“He’s never going to give up on that Ferrari, huh?” You sigh dramatically, shaking your head and placing the glass down on the bar top with a few bills underneath of it before striding over in the direction of your boyfriend.

Once you’re out of earshot, Will shakes his head and smirks as he looks down at the remaining liquid in his cup and mutters to himself, “Benny’s got his eyes set on a more delicate goal now,” thinking back to when he recently caught his brother thirty three tabs deep browsing jewelry store websites for rings. 

You rest your chin on Benny’s shoulder as you come up behind him at the table, your eyes focusing on the deft movements of the dealer’s hands as she lays out cards. Benny groans loudly when the last card is revealed, leaning backward and combing a frustrated hand through his hair. 

Noticing that the pile of chips sitting in front of him is considerably smaller than the last time you walked by, you grimace. You reach out, curling a piece of his hair around your finger, and then lean in to place a kiss on his cheek, which Benny then intercepts by turning his head and pressing his warm lips to yours. 

“My good luck charm,” he grins, kissing you again on the nose for good measure and winking before turning his attention back to the table. 

Unfortunately for Benny, all the luck in the world likely still wouldn’t make him a better poker player. The man just can’t maintain a neutral expression to save his life, especially not when there’s a stack of cards in his hands. You hardly know how to even play the game, and you’ve still managed to learn each and every one of Benny’s tells just by loitering around the tables while he loses chips left and right. 

“Think I need one of those good luck kisses, too,” Santiago pipes up from beside Benny, looking over at you with a wry smile.

Benny scoffs, and you swat at the brim of Santi’s hat. 

“I’m sure Frankie’s around here somewhere,” you retort sweetly, and Santi levels you with an unimpressed look.

For all the skills that Benny lacks in poker, Santiago is ten times worse. Honestly, you’d probably have more luck at that table than him.

But pitiful losing streak be damned, Santiago just loves to gamble. In every sense of the word. Be it at the casino, the boys’ fantasy football league, or just flat out ridiculous bets made over backyard beers on warm summer evenings, Santi has a habit of investing an asinine amount of money into a hobby that certainly doesn’t love him back. 

His baffling enthusiasm toward inevitably losing money time and time again draws Benny in like a moth to a flame—and thus you’re subjected to watching this disaster unfold. 

“Alright Pope, I think I’m out. This shit’s getting depressing,” Benny laments, standing up from the table and shooting one last forlorn glance at the large pile of chips stacked in front of another player. 

Santi scoffs, “Come on, Ben. The risk is what makes it fun! I’m feeling good about this hand.”

Famous last words.

Ten minutes later, Santiago sulks his way over to where you’re sitting with Benny and Will. 

Realizing that the last member of your party is missing, he asks, “You guys seen Frankie?”

“Haven’t seen him since we got here,” Benny replies. 

A knowing look crosses Will’s features, and he turns to look in the direction of the poker tables. You all follow his gaze and notice a familiar dark blue cap amongst the crowd, seated several tables away from where Benny and Santi had just suffered their miserable losses. 

“Has he been playing this whole time?” Santi asks. 

Will nods. “He sat down right after you guys did.”

Benny frowns. “I didn’t think Fish even knew how to play poker.”

Santi grouses, “There’s no way he does. That’s probably why he didn’t want to play at our table.”

The two exchange glances, and when Santi jerks his head in the direction of Frankie, they both slink off toward the table. They return five minutes later, slaw-jacked. 

“He’s fucking—“

“Since when—“

You interrupt their muttering. “What’s up?”

Santi scratches his chin. “He’s been winning all night.”

Benny slumps back down in his chair, and you pat him on the back reassuringly. “Maybe he’ll teach you how to play.”

Will snorts, and Benny glares at him. 

After another fifteen minutes, Frankie makes his way over to the table, slapping down a thick wad of bills. 

Santi shoots him an incredulous look. “Since when are you a pro poker player?”

Frankie scratches the back of his head and shrugs. “I dunno. I play online a lot.”

Benny balks, “You mean to tell me I could have been practicing at home?”

You groan, “Francisco, don't get him started.”

Frankie winks and then gestures at Santi and Benny. “Anyway, I used the money that I won from both of your dumb asses over that stupid bet you forced me into last weekend."

Laughter bubbles up in your chest as you remember when Santi and Benny both drunkenly slapped an obscene amount of money on the table at the arcade after Frankie made an offhanded remark under his breath that he could probably beat both of them at Skee-Ball

“And you like….quadrupled it,” Santi says slowly. 

Frankie grins. “Hey, if you play your cards right, maybe I’ll take you guys out for dinner. You can even get dessert, Pope.”

As the boys continue to shoot the shit, you wander off. Santiago eventually finds you seated at a slot machine, where you’re currently making minuscule bets to get the most out of the meager $10 you put in. 

“Big spender,” Santi teases, leaning against the side of the machine, the glow from the screen lighting up his face. 

You stick out your tongue. “I don’t even like gambling. I have better ways to spend my disposable income, Santiago.”

“Gotta pay up if you want to win, though. Small bets like that won’t get you anywhere.”

“It’s true,” Benny’s breath tickles your ear as he comes up beside you, snaking an arm around your waist. “I swear they program these things to make you automatically lose if you’re putting in anything less than a hundred bucks.”

“I just like watching the little fruits on the screen dance around,” you protest, pressing a button to make yet another tiny bet. 

Your breath hitches when the last spinner comes to a stop, revealing a matching set. Suddenly, a cacophony of noise explodes from the machine as the words “WINNER” dance across the screen in big, neon letters. 

“You just won…” Benny trails off. 

“....a thousand dollars,” Santi finishes dumbly. 

From somewhere behind you, you can hear the wheezing sound of Frankie’s laughter as Benny lifts you up into his arms and spins you around, kissing you hard.

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» BENNY MILLER MASTERLIST

[possessionisamyth]

uh oh! carlos/leon brain rot once more!

Thinking of these two healing each others old hurts with a blend of Carlos having his childhood robbed from him whereas Leon only had the standard "it sucks being a kid" aches. After Carlos reclaims parts of himself in his young adulthood, Leon is there coming to terms that his life is no longer his own when they meet each other, and they just click.

So suddenly it's Leon asking why Carlos has never been to a concert before taking him to some Rock Fest that Carlos kind of hates half the music to, but he has fun because some of the songs are good or he recognizes them from the adults in his old life playing them in their free time. And Leon's smile is contagious and they flirt badly with women, but only Leon gets a drink thrown in his face early in the day before they're leaving when the crowds are dispersing late at night.

It's Carlos asking why Leon never does seasonal events, and Leon not having the chance to explain his schedule until Carlos finds some special event specifically when Leon has time off that they can do together. Like maybe some carnival just so happened to be around at the perfect time. A shift happens when they're flirting less with other women but focusing more on each other and judging what the acrobats are doing. While Leon says he's pulled stunts like that at work, Carlos doesn't believe him, and they rib each other until they part ways again.

It's going to basketball games together, and competing with each other in fantasy football leagues. It's Carlos saying they should work together on a car for a car show, only for them both to lose the raffle on the vintage car everyone wanted, and them telling each other it probably wasn't worth the upkeep money anyway.

It's them going to the clothes store together because Carlos needs to stop wearing socks until there are holes in them, and Leon needs more shirts for the same reason but old habits die hard. It's ending up taking classes together like for cooking because too much free time and too much fast food wears on the body at a certain point. It's Leon encouraging Carlos to enter a little design contest and not realizing the contest was for children until it's too late, and the prize is being handed to Carlos while Leon is taking a million embarrassing photos. It's Leon saying he's never been river rafting for fun, and Carlos doing things with him that he might originally associate as bad work time only to find the fun in them with Carlos. It's a third party saying "wow, you sure spend a lot of time with him" before Carlos has to sit with it, and Leon tries and fails to shrug it off.

So they meet again for another plan they've made together, one of their usual ones, and Carlos just sort of gently bumps Leon's hand with his own. But! But! Leon has a 30 second crisis run internally before grabbing Carlos' hand, and they stare at each other, and Carlos is softly laughing and Leon lets himself smile with relief and it's so simple and easy and they're so HAJFUIEKANFHJDJDJ FOAMING AT THE MOUTH ABOUT THEM