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[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

zeddison headcanons because i want them both and i need them back neow

they're both queer (not really a niche headcanon but i'm putting it)

it took zed many months to get over the dog imitation habit

(ignoring the queer headcanon for a sec) addison is the biggest ally to ever ally. like one of those obnoxious allies but it works for her

^full on rainbow cake and celebration when literally anyone comes out, but she'll also be lowkey if requested

they are "me? obsessed with you? yes, yes i am" personified (about each other, ofc)

addison was zed's anchor when it came time to learn how to control his zombie state (similar to kipo and her anchor from kataow)

addison knows enough of the zombie language to have conversations but struggles with pronunciation (i'm slightly projecting with this one i fear)

they're literally always holding hands or linking their arms/pinkies (literally canon)

addison lets zoey dress her up and do her hair, especially after she got her true alien hair

^zed has a whole album of pictures of addison after zoey's makeovers (simply just because he loves them both so much, literally only like 3 were taken for funny reasons)

zed has dyscalculia but thought that it was just a zombie brain issue for the longest time (yes, he's canonically top of his class. yes, i'm giving him dyscalculia. both can be true)

^once he figured out what he had, he had to be practically begged by addison and his friends to ask for accommodations

addison is insanely touch-starved but presents herself like she's not (i definitely feel like dale and missy weren't the most physically affectionate parents, and i assume that angie (her most touchy relative) died when addison was young)

addison is closer to eliza and bonzo than zed is to bree (this is pretty much supported by a handful of scenes in the movies but whatever)

^don't get it confused, zed and bree are still very friendly to each other, as she is addison's best friend and bonzo's girlfriend

addison's baked dessert of choice is muffins, especially fruit muffins

^zed hates the sensation of cooked fruit (we're projecting again) but he eats them anyway to make addison happy

^once addison finds out he doesn't like cooked fruit, she then feels really bad for giving him so many muffins to taste-test and recruits zoey and bonzo instead

zed is greek (at least on his dad's side, due to the "-polis")

zed ends up pursuing a career that does not require more years of school due to his gifted-kid burnout (we all know he has it) being so bad

^addison most likely pursued something in the hospitality industry, became a politician like her mom (but like an actually good one), or became a defense lawyer

^i also feel like addison's the breadwinner of their relationship (not that that matters in the slightest just a thought)

[focus120tt]

vintage shorts from East Germany

[phantomdoofer]

Some "teenage Peppino"-era headcanons for my AU:

*Two of the characters mentioned in "Bulldozer" and "Rispetto per I Morti", Julio and Lenny, were Peppino's oldest friends, and they all played football together through high school.

*Peppino's football position was left offensive guard, while Lenny was right OG. Julio was the quarterback. They worked well enough together their team ended up winning at least one regional championship.

*While Peppino's nickname was "Bulldozer," Lenny's was "Bruiser." Peppino was faster and stronger, while Lenny was more solid and hard to move (and significantly bigger than Peppino). Together they were known as The Bouncers.

[swaggypsyduck]

football as memes pt.15 (club edition):

pt.14 ,

mostly based off of transfer season

[childishfirmino]

vampire lookin ass (who I love dearly)

[d1sc0-1nfern0]

- having a rough day

- decides to open up my ao3 dashboard, not expecting anything.

- sees a new comment in my inbox

- reads it

- it's a nice compliment of my writing and small discussion of the topic of the fic.

- is super honored and grateful for the amazing compliment, feels a little better.

- Replies and starts searching for a fic to read.

- The brain worms: Write the second part. Write it right now.

-....opens google docs.

[herrera2k]

“Please, stop Crying” pt.2

Late at night when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you

And I wish on a star, that somewhere you are thinking of me too

Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight, til tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight

And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be, than here in my room, dreaming about you and me

—————

It’d been about 3 months after Ronaldo had left Funchal. I found myself falling into a slight depression, as I had expected, yet I still found a way to work for my family. I refused to even speak to other men, almost as a defense mechanism, a part of me believed Ronaldo would come back for me. However, the thoughts like that were futile. I knew now that because of his current and sudden status change, it was likely that he was with many other women. As I had once told him before how I planned to see him on the tv, I did. There was no television at my home, but one day when grocery shopping, I noticed him playing on the screen in the shop. My heart dropped upon seeing him, a soft fluttering and yearning feeling sunk into the pit of my stomach. It was a bittersweet sight. The image of him smiling on the pitch after scoring a point, I could see how proud he was, he looked more beautiful than ever. The image reminded me of the last time I saw him, how his tan skin and brown eyes reflected the setting sun. The sweat gliding down his toned abdomen at games brought me back to how the ocean’s water highlighted his body. I had soon learned the schedule from the manager of that shop, and often went to the grocery store when I knew he was to play. I knew I shouldn’t have watched all of those games, I remember how I begged him to forget about me, yet here I was, secretly obsessing over the sight with of him on a blurry screen. My favorite thing to watch was his interviews, how he struggled with his English, his shy demeanor, when I could see his face up close. I admired his beauty, his crooked teeth, his acne, and his messy hair. I began to consider what would happen if I took Cristiano up on his offer. Images of a beautiful family, with Cristiano by my side, and a ring on my finger, flashed through my head. The thought caused my face and throat to heat up and become tense, as I felt a sudden burning behind my eyes. I probably looked so stupid, there I was at a grocery store, tears nearly streaming down my face, my nose swelling, and my lips swollen. All because of something on a screen. Pathetic.

—Cristiano’s Pov—

As I laid in my large bed, the silk sheets caressing my legs and bare chest as a wrapped myself in a chrysalis of blankets. My bed was empty, and it didn’t take rocket science to find the source of my anxiousness. It was y/n. I recalled the feeling of sleeping beside her. We were around 14, she had gotten in a fight with her parents, for they pestered her to drop out of school and help the family early. She refused, and her family berated and criticized her actions. As they treated her with total indifference as a form of a guilt trip, she found that home was not an ideal place to be at the time. This prompted her to walk to my house, knock on my door, and request to see me. Upon hearing her voice from my room, I darted towards the door to greet her, yet I was only met with red eyes and furrowed brows. I led her to my room as I attempted to console her, even though I didn’t fully understand what was going on. She crawled into my bed and embraced me before sobbing into my shoulder and explaining what happened, sort of like the what happened the day I left her. I knew that she was dejected, but the feeling of her arms tightly wrapped around my body was so tender and heartwarming. I kissed her tear-stained cheeks, and stroked her hair as she continued to mumble about her parents, after some time she fell asleep in my arms, and I swear I watched her sleep for half an hour.

As I laid in my empty bed, I knew that wrapping myself in blankets would be futile, I could never simulate the feeling of her arms embracing me. Tears slid down my face horizontally, for I was laying down, and I bit my lip to hide the whimpers and sobs. I wondered if she still thought about me, had she found someone else? The thoughts only made me feel worse, so I began to count, I needed to get my mind off her. When I awoke that morning, at training, my friend, Jõao, could tell something was off. After a few hours of a grueling practice, he pulled me aside and began:

“Ronaldo, whats up? Is there something on your mind? You seemed tense at practice” he then began to play with his hair before looking down, then back at me with furrowed and concerned eyebrows. I looked away, for I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know if he’d understand. I looked at him and began to play with a rubber band on my wrist before explaining. I told him everything.

“There’s this girl, we grew up together in Funchal. She was my best friend, and my first love. She was everything to me, she’s probably the reason I’m here right now. She encouraged me to be the best I could be, I’m a better man because of her. I left her behind 3 months ago, and I just feel incomplete, it’s the longest time I’ve gone without seeing her, and I feel this yearning ache in my heart when I lie in bed alone at night with her body absent from my side.” I confided. “Everyday I miss her more and more. It’s impossible for me to move on, I know that nobody could love me the way she did, but I fear she has already found someone who could love her the way I did. I left her behind Jõao.” My eyes grew wet and began to burn, I then my calloused hands over my mouths to hide the sounds of my weeping.

I felt Jõao’s hand Pat my back, and his eyes scanning me as I sat hunched over with my head in my hands. “Don’t speak in the past tense. Considering the way you talk about this girl, she probably still loves you.” He consoled. “You’re a great guy, and it’s only taken me 3 months to notice that. I’m sure she feels the same way.”

He then paused, pursed his lips, and looked away before saying: “I see how she makes you feel, you’ve told me how her absence makes your heart ache. I believe the feeling is mutual, and you’ve told me you can’t move on, so it’s likely she can’t either. You both know you love each other, and tell me, how would you react if she were suddenly here right now?”

“It would only bring me more tears, of both sadness and joy.” I answered, “I would embrace her as right as possible, for fear of having to see her go again. That is what I would do if I saw her again.”

“And I’m sure she would say the same for you! Cristiano, please, tell me what she said to you before you departed.” My teammate asked as his neck bent down to look me in the eyes. My mind wandered back to that day on the beach, I remember how she pleaded for me to go, how she consoled me whilst I sobbed into her shoulders.

“I will love you no matter what you do, but I hope you know, that as I’ve grown up with you, I’ve seen how you feel about this sport. You pit in hours every week, and it will have all been for nothing if you stay. You need to leave me behind.”

Those 3 sentences seemed to be engraved into my mind. She was afraid to let me go, as was I, but she valued my future more than her happiness. She was willing to watch me leave if it meant I was to have a better life.

Jõao interrupted my thoughts, “Sounds like she loved you, and she still does. You need to see her, both of you still need eachother, and both of you know it. You’re the one with millions of dollars at your expense, you can afford to fly over there, you’re the one who has to make a move, take the initiative.”

I considered his words, for he was right. I changed my posture so that my elbow was against my knee, with my chin in my hand. “You’re right, Jõao. I need to see her. I’ll think about it more tonight.” Jõao’s raised his neck and softened his gaze before smiling and patting his hand against my back. “See you later, Ronny.” He put an emphasis on the odd nickname, and laughed before walking away. I smiled and looked at the ground, got up, and walked back towards the pitch to get my mind off of the situation, for now.

—Y/n’s POV—

I rarely find time to myself it seems, yet when I get the chance to, I seem to always chose to spend it with someone else. As my little brother and sister sat in the sand and tumbled around, a sense of storge filled my heart. I loved my little siblings, I had practically raised them, but I didn’t blame my parents for being slightly unfit, I knew they were struggling themselves. I had also always loved the idea of children, raising two of my own. Cristiano and I had often talked about children, yet we both knew it was far too early to consider such things. When I would see him play with my siblings, making sandcastles and teaching them football tricks, my heart was warmed. I replaced the image with children of our own, with features similar to his. We would converse about how when we were older we would find a nice home, and raise a lovely family. We had even planned out names, Naomi if we had a girl, and Cristiano Jr. for a boy.

Thinking about it only made my heart hurt more, I watched my siblings splash around in the water. I figured the best way to distract myself was to join them. I peeled off my dress and slipped off my sandals before charging towards the salty water. My little brother, Carlos, saw me run into the ocean, and raised his arms high to let me know he wanted me to pick him up. I grabbed him and carried him in a bridal style like fashion before spinning around, the sound of his high pitched laughter uplifting me. I was then called by another high pitched voice, my little sister.

“Bambi! Look over there.” She shouted whilst pointing towards the right. Alarmed, I looked over to see a silhouette in the setting orange sun. The figure was familiar, broad shoulders with a toned figure, and soft brown hair upon the man’s head. It took me a few seconds to process the sight, and I was only pulled from my thoughts upon feeling my little brother leap out of my arms and into the water. He ran towards the man alongside my little sister. The two had their arms outstretched, and I heard their childish voices exclaim his name.

“Cristiano!” they sang, my short siblings ran to a different one of his legs before grasping on as if they were tree branches. He looked down and smiled a toothy grin and laughed before greeting them and awkwardly walked towards me with the two children on his legs. I stood there, overcome by a mix of fervent emotions. I was flustered, overjoyed, astonished, and my heart felt as if it was burning. As embarrassing as it sounds, I could feel hot tears well up in my eyes as I watched Cristiano trudge towards me.

“Y/n!” He called with a smile, revealing a set of braces. I was finally broken from my trance, and I gradually sped towards him. My little siblings shook off Cristiano’s legs in order to give me room to greet him. Once his legs were free, he approached me too, and once we met, he grabbed my waist and lifted me slightly of the ground. I placed my hands around his neck and felt his warm skin against my palms. He looked into my eyes, before grinning and tucking a piece of hair behind my ears. I looked at his lips, then grasped his face pulled him towards me. Our lips connected, however, the familiar feeling didn’t send shivers down my spine, but electric shocks towards my pounding chest. I felt my cheeks heat up as he stroked them with his thumbs after placing me back on the ground. My siblings made kissing noises to mock us, and what I would usually tell them off for, I completely ignored. I looked towards the two, and said:

“Carlos, Emilia! Go back to Ama and Papa’s house, tell them I’ll be back later.” I would prefer them not see or have to deal with the long emotional conservation we were to have. The two small figures scampered off into the distance, giggling and conversing as they did. Once they were out of earshot, my gaze shifted from them to the man beside me. There was a strange few seconds of silence before he simply said:

“Hi.” He grinned at me and grabbed my waist.

“Hi.” I muttered before biting my lip and scanning him up and down. We paused, then laughed, then paused again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss on his collarbone, and he then took my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. “Do you wanna go for a walk?” He asked as he cocked his eyebrow. I simply nodded and pulled on the shoes and the dress I had slipped off earlier. As we began to stroll down the sandy beach of Funchal, my mind raced whilst I considered what I was to say.

“One of my teammates in Lisbon told me that the first time you give your heart to someone is the most memorable.” Cristiano suddenly stated, my grip on his hand tightened, and I looked into his brown eyes as they reflected the golden sun.

“What are you trying to say?” I questioned,

He then continued, “I don’t think I would have ever been able to forget you. I remember you advised that I did, but looking back, I think it would have been impossible.” His words sounded like those of a poet’s. What he said was so real, as if he read my mind.

“I don’t think I could’ve forgotten you either, Cristiano.” I mumbled, “I think it’s probably because we grew up together, and I just couldn’t imagine a life without you.” I didn’t know how to describe it, but his love sort of gave me euphoria. It was the first time I had cared for someone in a romantic yet friendly sense. I recall how I would get butterflies when I would wake up beside him, his hair disheveled, and his eyebrows softened. It’s as if I couldn’t truly live without him. I mean, we had nearly planned out our entire lives together.

Cristiano looked down at me, and smiled. That same sense of euphoria that I had just mentioned softly hit me, I felt like a piece of me that was missing was back again. I sounded pathetic, but I couldn’t deny it, I was undeniably in love with him.

“I love you, you know that, Y/n?” He rhetorically asked, I’ve often struggled putting my thoughts into words, especially thoughts so passionate as these, so I simply said: “I know.” Before wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. His hands found my hair and played with curls, “Good.” He replied.

—Time skip (6 years)—

As I sit on the couch, I watch my husband do push-ups on the soft carpet whilst our daughter, Naomi, sits on his back. My daughter is hysterical with laughter as her father slowly raises her up and down on his back as if he were a horse. After a few more pushups, Cristiano plops down on the ground and let’s out a few heavy breaths before rolling onto his back. This only made our child laugh even more, and she tugged on my legs, pulling me off the couch with surprisingly a lot of strength. As Naomi falls on her butt and claps, my eyes widen and I look at Cristiano. He too is now laughing. “She got that strength from you.”

“She sure did.” He replied, picking her up from the floor and beginning to play with her hair. The image brought me back to the thought of my siblings, and that day on the beach of Funchal. We now had left Portugal, and lived in England, my family still remained in Portugal however, yet we made sure they lived in a nice home. I watched my husband braid our daughters hair and leaned onto the couch with a smile. I believe it would be impossible to be happier than this.

Now I'm dreaming with you tonight, till tomorrow and for all of my life.

And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be, than here in my room, dreaming with you endlessly.

Im sorry folks, I feel like this was goofy, I’m sorry about that 😬

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[landinrris]

i need you to do more social media fics! you’re so good at including a nice mix of mediums and keeping the storyline going

also love the fic

I'm glad you enjoyed! It's the first time I've tried to do something as legit as this chapter, so I'm glad it worked. Eternal thanks and kudos to people who post the social media html tutorials to ao3.

In terms of upcoming projects, I feel like the most likely place to do it again soon would be in a part 1/prequel to On Our Terms that would take place prior to them being/coming out. The other couple immediate in-progress things might not work as well.

[cyarsk52-20]

let me know when y’all ready to start stoning Da Baby for his involvement in Tory’s harassment again Megan. he willfully still antagonizes her to this day which is weird and obsessive.

[the-physicality]

i really do love the phoenix mercuries

[phantomdoofer]

Masterpost with all three.

[blubffsd]

draw your own conclusions

[jennieieu]

𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼, carnaval

twitter . "materlist"

Era véspera de Carnaval e sua cidade não poderia estar mais animada. Os enfeites chamativos e brilhantes por todo lugar que olhava, vendas de espetinhos e salgados lucrando muito mais nessa época do ano. E como uma boa brasileira você já estava aproveitando, o bar do seu João na esquina de sua casa, uma cervejinha e pastel era tudo oque você precisava.

Você podia sentir toda a energia e essência carnavalesca das harmoniosas sambistas no palco, o pagode alto e vivaz nas caixas de som. Você tinha acabado de sair de seu trabalhado de meio período, e essa era a diversão que você precisava. Não queria pensar nas contas para pagar no final do mês, seu chefe abusado se aproveitando de sua bondade, ou a faxina que sua casa estava precisando. Você só queria aproveitar sua juventude.

Você dá um gole na cerveja gelada observando o movimento dos clientes no comércio. Você estava acostumada a vir todo os finais de semana, e nunca esteve tão cheio quanto hoje. Mesmo se sentindo solitária, optou por vir sozinha, não querendo ouvir os problemas maternos e matrimoniais de suas amigas, já estava cansada disso.

S/N acaricia o cabelo, estava oleoso mas não ligava, não teve tempo para o lavar, cansada demais para tudo isso. Ela nunca se agradeceu tanto pelos feriados que o Carnaval iria proporcionar, ela com toda certeza iria fazer bom uso delas. Nem lembrava da última vez que cuidou de si mesma.

Sentindo a luz do Sol arder em seu braço você olha para fora do estabelecimento, olhando a praia cheia de turistas e patriotas aproveitando a brisa beira-mar. Você murmúra reclamações para si mesma, invejando eles sabendo que passaria a tarde fazendo faxina.

─ O que uma princesa como essa está fazendo aqui sozinha? ─ Um sotaque carioca pôde ser escutado por cima da música barulhenta.

─ Apenas aproveitando. ─ Não era todo dia que mesmo desarrumada era cantada, você se vira para o seu adorador.

Você não era uma pessoa que conhecia ou acompanhava futebol, assistindo apenas os jogos da seleção brasileira nas copas. Preferia um vôlei de praia sob o Sol escaldante, o barulho do mar no ar. Mas você com certeza conhecia os populares jogadores, encantada com tanta beleza e talento.

Você podia sentir seu estômago embrulhar e seus olhos arregalarem. Ninguém menos que um dos melhores jogadores do mundo estava a sua frente, Romário. Imediatamente você percebe que sua expressão deve se parecer com aquelas fans fanáticas, já que o sorriso convencido no rosto do homem a sua frente entrega isso.

Ele se senta na cadeira de madeira, separado apenas pela mesa de plástico amarela. Você respira fundo e se recompõe, querendo se estapear por não ter escolhido uma roupa melhor.

─ Algum motivo especial para comemorar? ─ Ele bebe da garrafa de cerveja que estava o tempo todo em sua mão. Ele parecia confiante, postura relaxada, sorriso malandro e malicioso no rosto, com toda certeza não era sua primeira vez dando em cima de uma moça.

─ Finalmente férias! ─ Sua voz se exalta, animada demais só de pensar nisso. O rapaz sorri com a maneira desajeitado da mulher.

─ É um lugar muito bom esse aqui. ─ Ele olha ao redor do buteco, fazendo com que você faça o mesmo. Com certeza não se parecia nada com os lugares luxuosos que ele já esteve, mas você se lembra que ele veio de um lugar humilde. A tintura descascando, os fios desencapados e o chão sujo fazia com que o lugar parecesse ao mesmo tempo acolhedor e miserável.

─ Uhum. ─ Você balança a cabeça em concordância, bebendo outro gole da cerveja não mais gelada.

─ Quer ir conhecer o hotel que estou hospedado? Ele parece melhor do que aqui. ─ Em seus olhos brilham luxúria e contemplamento.

Sem pensar duas vezes você sorri com a proposta, mordendo o lábio e aceitando a proposta. Finalmente ia sair da seca, que se foda a faxina de tarde!

_

A fic foi postada originalmente no wattpad, na minha conta. Espero que gostem🎀

Não revisado!

[xstarbae]

evan it’s ok my friend but BRO ALSO!!! i stg if we are still tied at end of reg i’m gonna 💩💩💩