#football au meme

[philtstone]

for ask meme—d’artagnan/constance, “ringing”?

He should've seen it coming. Athos claimed solemnly once that everything about Constance Bonacieux can be fairly deduced, given the correct attention to detail -- which D'Artagnan does not always possess, was the unspoken implication. D'Artagnan didn't appreciate the lack of faith in his intelligence at the time (he is freshly sixteen and absolutely wiser for it) but just now he is reevaluating.

No, he decides firmly. It's not that he's stupid. There's just something about her proximity that always causes the gears in his brain to halt, and a faint ringing to start in his ears. It's her fruity lotion, maybe ("Teen Now said it's what Britney Spears wears") or the light way her hand rests against his arm as she rises up on tiptoe to make her request with bitten-mouth excitement, quietly against his ear:

"I want you to teach me to play."

"What?" he stammers out, two beats too late and with a rapid set of blinks that does nothing to clarify the situation for him. The kitchen of she and Anne's girls' dorm (he is absolutely not supposed to be in here, but he's sure Aramis and Porthos will make his excuses to Headmaster Treville if he's caught) is bathed in soft spring sunlight and Constance herself is practically glowing with the impish joy that's crept onto her face.

"Football," she says breathlessly. "I don't care that there isn't a girls' team. I just want to learn. I was thinking midfield, like you play, but I'll be happy to learn goalkeeping too."

It's her hair, he decides. It's spilling in long thick curls down her arms and framing her face and practically copper in the sunlight. Or maybe that sincere excitement, how bright and determined she is, or how the rumpled pleats of her uniform skirt do nothing to hide the grass stains on her knees from helping them drag Athos to first period after a full night of ex-girlfriend woes.

The field is closed off to students when it isn't practice hours. He'll have to nick a ball. And shoes ...

Her boyfriend's never approved of the large Beckham poster in her bedroom, D'Artagnan remembers. Personally, he thinks it's brilliant. So,

"Of course," he hears himself say, as if there was ever any other option in the first place. "Whatever you want, Constance."

He has a sneaking suspicion he won't regret it.

[l0verf0rever]

When the story you're writing is close to being done and you forgot to save

[arsenalgbt]

oooo i’m so up rn bestie… if you’re doing the mini fic!!! deckai with 7 or 16 please?? 😙

Deckai

7: things you said while we were driving

They have been buzzing about the road trip ever since the beginning of the semester, with all coming from different European countries (”For the record, lads, I think Brexit sucks,” Declan said before neither Kai or Jurrien can tease him about it)—

they really want to experience the popular meme of 'in America, if you're driving for three hours, you will still be in Texas', except they're not in Texas and Jurrien is not with them yet, because he has to stay hospitalised for one more week after getting some food poisoning.

“What?” Declan asks, eyes darting quickly from the road to grin at Kai, who was caught staring. They just took off from their first service areas, where they refilled the atrocity that is American's energy drinks and more popcorns.

Kai grins back. “Sorry, it's just that you're the most animated person I've ever known.”

“Yeah? Is that a bad thing?” Declan asks again, easily, so unlike the stereotypically serious and polite Brits. So humbling in a sense for Kai, who, at the age of 19, is hit by reality that he hasn't met a substantial number of people.

“Not at all. It's… interesting.”

Declan laughs, loud, like he's taken aback by the choice of word.

“You know, in England,” he says, blue, blue eyes twinkling, “when you say 'interesting' about someone, it can either mean you actually find that person interesting or the opposite.”

“Oh.” Kai blinks. He definitely didn't mean the opposite. “I didn't—”

“I knew you didn't,” Declan says in a voice that always turns extra softer when he wants Kai to know that he doesn't take any offence from Kai's warped way to communicate in English. “You wouldn't do that to me.”

The radio DJ is filling in the silence, asking his listeners about what are they going to have for dinner.

“Steak,” Kai answers, “for dinner.”

“Couldn't agree more.” Declan nods. “How do you like your steak, then?”

“Well-done.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Kai swings one long arm to swat at whatever of Declan's upper body he can reach, only Declan grabs his hand when it gets near his forearm, and they faux fighting for a second before Declan opens his palm and entwines their fingers.

Kai is supposed to be in love with Jurrien. Declan knows better. Neither is willing to let go first.

[factual-fantasy]

I've been trying to think of what to draw for my AU.. but there's soooo many things I could draw that I just couldn't decide <XDD So I ended up settling for some good ol memes with no color. This way I can start experimenting with the other humans personalities even if their ref sheets aren't completed! <XD

One character I didn't talk about in my last post was Dr. Football! I have intentions to make him a butler or assistant of some kind to Caine/the circus goers. Kind'a like Bubble! When I found that meme I thought it was perfect for him XDD

Original memes I used below the cut! :)

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Omg they're ~~(wanted in at least 5 countries)~~ so silly I need the cheese ask with the other skellies pls

The main boys are here!

Horrorswap Sans - He scolds you for playing with food and starts eating the cheese anyway because he doesn't want to ruin it. But still, stop it!

Horrorswap Papyrus - He dramatically falls on the floor like a dying sea star, the cheese on his face. You killed him, congratulations.

Horrorfell Sans - He throws the cheese against the wall, hisses angrily, and then goes on all four to growl at the enemy. That's only when he realizes it's just cheese that he turns to you and starts to yell at you, asking if you think it's funny. Well. Yes, it is actually.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Are you proud of yourself? Throwing cheese at people who can't even walk to defend themselves. Shame on you. Shame on your cow. And shame on your face because as soon as you lower your guard, Chief slams the cheese back at you.

Outertale Sans - He dodges, mocking your terrible aim, knocks himself out against the ceiling, falls on the floor, and the cheese falls back on his face. Loser.

Outertale Papyrus - What are you? Five? He scolds you for showing a bad example to the children he's babysitting. Now go in timeout to think about what you just did. You regret nothing though.

Dancetale Sans - He ducks, does a back somersault, and shoots the cheese in the air like a pro footballer. The cheese somehow ends back in your face instead of his. Not fair.

Dancetale Papyrus - He screams, slaps the cheese on the floor, slips on the cheese, and falls on his back in an even louder scream. He then gives you an angry stare. You decide to retreat.

Dancefell Sans - He stays still :( He probably deserved this. He's a loser after all. He sits sadly on the floor with his cheese on his face and he stays there. What a drama queen, you swear.

Dancefell Papyrus - You thought it would be fun to do it while he's streaming. You didn't expect the Internet to turn this into a meme though. Poor Tango has his cheese face on every screen of the world for two whole months. He's mad at you lol.

Farmtale Sans - Uh oh. If there's something you don't want to insult, it's Sam's cows. And you just threw his baby's cheese at his face! How dare you! He starts a 10-minute speech about how hard it is to make cheese and how you're ruining his work with your pranks. You can stop chuckling honestly.

Farmtale Papyrus - He gives you a confused look, mildly panicked. Did he do something wrong? Are you angry at him? Why? He doesn't understand what's going on and he's not sure if he should laugh with you or hide or something.

Mafiatale Sans - He gives you an unamused stare, the cheese in his hand. You think you're really funny, uh? You're not going to laugh so much when he will mess with the water temperature while you're taking your shower tonight. But he will though.

Mafiatale Papyrus - Creeper keeps his natural poker face, not really caring about the cheese. He quickly discards it and returns to whatever he is doing. You're pretty sure you saw the shadow of a smile on his face but it's hard to tell, really. He's too good at being expressionless.

Mafiafell Sans - He tries to warn you, but you do it anyway. Suddenly, the leashes of the twenty dogs you were holding pulls forward, making you literally fly. The dogs all jump on Fang so they can have the cheese on his face. As for you, you're biting the dust... Quite literally.

Mafiafell Papyrus - Torpedo does the dramatic turnaround and asks silently who threw cheese behind his head. Because you have a survival instinct, you immediately points at Fang, who is sleeping peacefully at his desk. You feel bad when Torpedo starts to yell at his brother, flipping the desk over with everything on it. You decide it's maybe best to retreat because Fang is staring through your soul and you have a feeling you will pay for that.

Ink - He accidentally put his brush in the way, which opened a portal on an Undertale cheese AU where all characters are cheese. Ink is very excited and insists you two should go to try to eat Sans. You're not sure about this.

Error - He moved at the same time and now the cheese is in his eye socket. Error is rolling on the floor, screaming and glitching in agony, trying to get this thing out of there. Let's just say you better run fast and far away from him.

Disbelief Papyrus - He ducks instinctively. The cheese ends in Asgore's beard, who was just standing behind. You have a fun afternoon planned now, trying to save Asgore's beard without shaving it because the cheese is stuck in there. Delta is lecturing you while you're working.

Killer Sans - He hates cheese. He has the biggest gagging ever, throws the cheese away and runs to clean his face. He can't stand the smell, he swears he's going to grow himself a stomach to puke. You just found a mass destruction weapon randomly. Cool.

Dustale Sans - His brain completely stops working and he starts to stare at the emptiness. There's nothing in these eyes anymore. He stays there, frozen, and refuses to move before you get rid of the cheese.

[osaka-lilac]

Asking you to kindly elaborate on the strollonso football au:

hello raapija my beloved, i would love to elaborate <3

for those out of the loop, refer to my tags on this post!

warning: i am an american with a incredibly basic understanding of footy ("soccer"). there is a reason the actual talk of any gameplay is basic and limited

fernando is this new guy to Lawrence Stroll's footy team right. (because in every universe, lawrence has to own a Team.) i can imagine he's some draft pick from spain for a new striker or something like that. possibly some trade, maybe a mid-season exchange (they do that in american football but idk if they do that in footy) those who know specifics of positions in footy please let me know your thoughts on what position fernando would play

lance: couldn't give two shits about footy. he's seen maybe once in a blue moon on the sidelines tagging along, and he's known for being visibly bored or on his phone during matches. (he has the Pout Blast 3000 for this.)

the reputation he receives from fans is much like the perceived impressions he gets irl: some spoiled kid who shouldn't be there. he's more into hockey than any match his dad's team could ever play.

now when fernando shows up its like a fucking slap to the face. like. "holy fuck i didn't think they could be this hot" type beat.

for the first time, lance shows up to a team practice with his father, not just a match. but he's really not there for the team: he is enamored by fernando. his speed. he's a sly yet devilishly handsome fucker with this wicked grin when he knows he's tricked his opponent yet again, and lance is obsessed.

not only does he start going to way more matches. he also starts showing visible interest and gets invested. and he gets loud. the mumbles online about his "spoiled reputation" turn to joy. he becomes a meme of the team for a few weeks after a clip of him getting frustrated after a poorly-called card is given to fernando ends up going viral.

and maybe this entire time, fernando has been watching this young boy from afar. he totally believes he can't be with his literal manager's young son and jeopardize his spot on the team and a shot at glory. and maybe he believes that lance initially isn't interested. but maybe when he sees lance become more invested in the team, he figures he might have a chance. he just can't figure out why lance has become so invested in what was, quite frankly, a very short amount of time.

so maybe fernando's on the side for a while in a practice. lance is there, but he seems distant. not in the game. not really watching the drills by the other players with much enthusiasm. and fernando's a smart man. and he puts some pieces together in his brain. and makes a move.

he comes up to lance and asks to talk with him once practice is done. when all the other players are gone. in the locker room. of course lance agrees

flash forward a bit. n lance is like. hanging out by the exit outside of the locker room. he counts all the players. and when there's only one left. he goes inside. finds fernando sitting on one of the benches, still in his kit.

they get to talking. what lance does outside of being at games, (i can imagine him being a student but i don't have the will to kin assign him a major right now), what his favorite hockey team is (habs. of course) and of course, the loaded question:

"lancito, what's gotten you so interested in the team now?"

of course, lance doesn't really respond to this, kinda dances around the question. he gets flustered. he doesn't want to be found out. what if he sees right through him, what if he already knows, what if he tells his dad??

fernando leans in slightly, and slides his hand over lance's hip. he cups his chin softly, and slowly turns lance's head to look at fernando straight on.

"be honest, niñito."

and when has lance ever been anything but honest.

[1-800reki]

❝random atsushi n. headcanons!❞

summary: Atsushi and his random antics <33

pairings: atsushi x female reader | atsushi x girl

a/n: atsushi is so cutie!

• Alright, first off, Atsushi's hair is a common attribute and makes him stand out. So OF COURSE he asks you to brush it and keep it nice. Usually he wouldn't let people touch his hair like that, but you're the only exception.

• He probably dates people shorter than him but if you're taller than him, your relationship is like Felix and Calhoun 😭

"Look at my amazing gorgeous coolest partner ever!!" He says as he kisses your cheek.

• If you and him were in a modern au, all his social media bios would be matching with yours, or the 'taken by (your initial)'

• If he had a love language it would either be quality time or acts of service.

• He's the type of lover to intertwine your pinkies together instead of hand holding.

• He would get flustered pretty quickly from even a light touch of PDA.

• He's most definitely the small spoon when cuddling even if you're shorter than him. Especially when he's stressed.

• He would love getting head pats!

• He would take any chance to compliment you, whether it be about looks, your hobbies or your personality.

• If you were having a bad day he would just know instantly. He would get all of your favorite things and stay with you till you feel better.

• Before you start your period, Atsushi buys your favorite items in bulk, so when you do start, you're shocked he remembered.

"'tushi.. you remembered!"

"I guess I just took note.." He says, scratching the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile.

• He can comfort you real good. Like he sees one tear fall from your eye? He's already hugging you and brought tissues and your favorite snacks. As much affection as he gives you, you surely return it. One day, he cried silently from an argument with you. You walked to his room to him under blankets, sniffling. He cries harder when you feels your touch, feeling guilty for his actions. You gently kiss his head and shush his cries, reassuring that everything is alright.

• His photo album is 90% of you, 10% of memes, and 1% of important screenshots (passwords, emails, shit like that)

• Atsushi DEFINITELY reposts those relationship videos or couple imagines.

• when he's with his friends, he rambles about you nonstop.

Random: "did you guys see the new football game-"

Atsushi: "MY GIRLFRIEND JUST POSTED!!"

Random: "uhm.. anyways-"

• His favorite spots to kiss you is your cheek and nose. He believes that every kiss with him should be special, and he doesn't find the need to be a perv when it comes to kissing.

• DON'T MAKE MEAN JOKES WITH HIM- he'll cry and probably ignore you. >:(

• In his sleep, he probably sleeptalks, and it's either about you or something about missing his parents.. I don't know.

• he's never afraid to admit that he's thinking about you or missing you.

• Expect your room to become his room. After letting him in, he's totally invaded it (in a good way!)

• He listens to Laufey and Tyler the Creator but might indulge in your music taste from time to time >:)

• His favorite way to unwind from a work day would be cuddling with you. His favorite position to cuddle would be intertwining. He just loves the feeling of your body intertwined with his.

• If he texts you he definitely uses the kaomoji's mostly :3, ╰(▔∀▔)╯, and (＾▽＾).

• If you can cook, he loves loves LOVES your cooking. He especially loves the Ochazuke (green tea over rice) you make for him. He'll eat it up like it's a 5 star meal !!

• Don't ever underestimate Atsushi's love. He will literally go to hell and back for u, do not play 😭😭

a/n: I'm trying to get my friend to start bsd and she doesn't fw it 😕 what the freak

[struck-by-the-rain]

karate man senior wrapped

aka every single post from when I turned my blog into an ask blog for this old ass man on april fools day. featuring the director's (my) commentary

thank you to everyone who played along and interacted :)

for context i hc that his ex-wife is rly into football, and ive come up w a design for her. it was fun having an excuse to draw her again even if the asks abt her were slightly unhinged /affectionate

this will be funny if i ever publicly share my silly little rhythm heaven au/storyline on here

does he know....

he interacted with dj blue! :)

the boomer memes were one of my favourite parts of this

i actually tried to decode these to see if they were saying anything but they didn't 💀💀💀 it's not like senior would know either way....

I was worried that I made joe's mum look like jj rocker. anyway I didn't expect that he would end up getting happily remarried to q maou but I think they could fix each other

if im gonna be honest this was just an excuse to be self indulgent and draw all of my silly hcs again, including joe/yuka/samurai besties

potentially ai-generated apology (I don't know if she would be this kind in character)

watch out gramps.... (also your son is making a break for it!)

and last but not least.... he made it out of the basement :') I hope he has a nice time!

[philtstone]

Anne/Gilbert, 13

#13 - You say my name for the first time and I fall in love in an empty bar

two days ago i accidentally stumbled upon an ancient half-written opening scene to an anne of green gables psych au in the depths of my wip folder, and it struck me that whatever this concept was, the world deserved to see it. so i decided to pummel it into a coherent prompt fill and here we are. the prompt is ... interpretive, but i think it works. if it isn't clear, anne is shawn, diana is gus, and gilbert is juliette. i don't actually know if there's a lassiter in this universe; suggestions are, of course, welcome

for @foolgobi65, because as one might expect, the title of the google doc read, "for maya"

Anne’s day ends with her spitting out a large gulp of no-brand hallucinogenic instant coffee onto the potted azalea in their lobby. 

Well. That is not wholly accurate. One could argue that Anne’s day ends with the gasping splutter that follows, and the wide-eyed stare she bestows upon her sheepish colleague slash long-time childhood friend slash former sworn enemy, slash --

Well. That, too, leaves some points unaddressed. 

The most accurate account capitulates that Anne’s day -- an all-around uneventful, if emotionally complicated affair -- ends with the soft, butterfly-wing laugh shared by two friends who have acknowledged the known truth of a secret badly kept and ultimately harmless in practice.

But that’s where Anne’s day ends; it begins quite monotonously, with a tip-off about Mrs. Blewitt’s peevish cat having gone missing (it had run away and good riddance, Anne insists, a conclusion she comes to without any collection of evidence nor erstwhile psychic episode), and the spilled bowl of coco puffs that heralds the complicated emotions of the day’s middle.

And so, without further ado, the middle:

Gilbert is starfished on the floor, t-shirt clad back against cheap laminate. 

Gilbert has been starfished on the floor (t-shirt clad back against cheap laminate) all afternoon. Anne does not know if this is his natural mourning position or something unique to this particular lamentation. Either option is pitiable on principle, and saddening in the more subjective sense; he is a dear friend, and this a sticky situation. 

But the fact of the matter is that his limbs are simply too long to be starfishing in the Lady C’s Psychic Detective Agency lobby. Specifically, they don’t actually have a lobby, as the entire space is just one dinky office and a houseplant.

“Oh, Gilbert,” says Diana, placatingly, as she’s said at least twelve times in varying tones of commiseration in the last hour.

“I’m a fool,” Gilbert tells the ceiling. Anne can acquiesce that the ceiling is a very good listener; she and that ceiling have had many a despondent heart-to-heart in the past year alone. “A prized idiot, Anne.” 

Anne scowls. 

She does so enjoy being right -- it has to be said -- but that doesn’t mean she would pull an I told you so after someone’s job has been lost. Jobs are livelihoods. Livelihoods mean being able to do things like actually afford groceries, or own a car that does not make horrible rattling noises every time one turns on the left-hand blinker. 

She got the “I told you so” off her chest hours ago. 

“You’re not an idiot,” says Anne, more snappishly than she intends it. “You’re a good person, Gilbert Blythe. That is not an idiot.”

“I am,” insists Gilbert. “This was a terrible idea. Zero out of ten, would not do again. Why didn’t I go into medicine? Remember Ms. Stacey from the seventh grade? She said I should go into medicine.”

At this, Diana throws Anne an aggrieved look from under the well-groomed fringe of her glossy dark hair. 

Diana -- when she isn’t saying “Oh, Gilbert” in commiserating tones -- is making coffee in the corner in what must be a noble attempt at offering a comforting hot drink during a time of trouble. Only, she’s using the last of their instant coffee mix, which Anne employs more in DIY home facial remedies (a desperate bid to reduce her stubbornly-enduring freckles) than she does in coffee. It generally tastes like putrified cardboard and has odd kernels of glittery orange stuff in it that Anne once insisted almost did give her an out of body hallucinogenic psychic experience.

Marilla had said “Fiddlesticks” and attributed that to sleep deprivation and a too-large cup of artificially caffeinated joe, but that is beside the point.

The point is: Anne’s not sure if the coffee is their best course of action, comfort-wise, and of course reminiscing about seventh grade is not going to get them anywhere good. Seventh grade involved terrible hair dye jobs, the distasteful entity that was Josie Pye, and that one time (read: the entirety of seventh grade) where Gilbert tugged Anne’s braid in a misguided attempt to get her attention and Anne vowed to hate him forever. 

Obviously, Anne did not keep good on that vow, else Gilbert would not be starfishing on the floor of her slightly-fraudulent psychic detective agency office, in the throes of misery. 

Anne sighs. She tries to telepathically communicate to Diana that it is indeed a go on the well-meaning offering of mediocre bean juice and taps her foot. 

“Here, Gilbert,” says Diana, kneeling down and offering the chipped mug to the general vicinity of Gilbert’s prone chin. Gilbert looks at her desolately, and then down his nose -- it’s a very fine nose, Anne thinks unhelpfully -- at the steaming cup. He goes a little cross-eyed.

“Oh,” says Gilbert. “Thanks, Diana.”

But he doesn’t make any move to get up. Anne taps her foot more insistently and crosses her plaid-clad arms, frowning.

“Drink the coffee,” says Anne, in a tone she hopes brooks no argument. Diana told her only yesterday that she’d quite excelled in recent weeks at achieving it. The wisdom of its application had been another matter entirely, tangled in an unfortunate case involving a missing Jersey cow and a classical opera singer’s heirloom willow-pattern serving platter -- but that was neither here nor there, and Diana’s faithful encouragement was greatly appreciated.

A Jersey cow in Toronto, Anne thinks now, huffing. Of all the things --

Gilbert has not taken his coffee. 

“Gilbert,” says Anne.

Perhaps the stuff’ll be so strong that Gilbert will be knocked right out cold, thus reprieving him of his woes for a short while. Or maybe it’ll give him that hallucinogenic experience Anne had, and, subsequently, he will realize that Anne herself is not the real thing, and merely an expert fake, and their carefully-built, much-cherished friendship will be over forever.

Fiddlesticks, says Marilla’s sensible voice in Anne’s head. 

Focus, Anne, thinks Anne.

“Gilbert,” Anne says again, in less theatrical tones, “you did absolutely nothing wrong. You are free of the corrupt institution of manufactured public justice now, and good riddance to that.”

This is the second time today Anne has said “and good riddance to that”. Gilbert says nothing, and continues frowning at the ceiling. 

“You pursued justice,” continues Anne -- and is it really her fault the theatrics are creeping back in? -- “and for that were dishonourably suspended. You followed protocol and reported disingenuous practices that were hurting an innocent family. That’s more than enough to ensure your relative moral standing in an ethically complex situation. So, really, who is the dishonourable party here? The --”

“The Toronto police department,” offers Diana helpfully.

“The Toronto police department!” finishes Anne. 

“Yes,” says Diana.

“Yes,” repeats Anne, then flounders, realizing her point has already been made. “And – well – good riddance to them!”

There is a beat; Gilbert turns his face, rather muppet-like, across the floor, to look at her with marginally-less miserable eyes; the top of his curly dark head flops against the floor. They stare at each other awkwardly for a long moment.

“Well?” Anne says, finally. “Drink that poisonous coffee and up and at ‘em.”

Finally, Gilbert sighs, and pushes himself up onto his elbows. This is good. One brown-fingered hand grasps the death liquid in a sort of fumbled grapple for balance and prevented spillage. He says,

“Thank you, Diana -- Anne. I -- I know.”

“Well, good,” says Anne.

“I’m just -- I’d be perfectly happy figuring out a new life, on principle, but this case -- I can’t just leave it.”

“Well that’s a given. Obviously, you’ll figure it out. Bring those clowns to justice.” 

This is Anne speaking.

“Right,” says Gilbert. There is a furrow remaining between his frustratingly nice brows. “But Anne -- I don’t have any resources anymore. I got fired, remember? I had to turn in my badge and gun and even my car.”

“We have a car,” Diana says helpfully. Anne nods, not quite realizing the end goal her bosom friend and psychic detective partner is building up to here; she is more caught on the fact that Gil’s department issued vehicle was a sleek Volvo, and Diana’s car is her mother’s ancient fire engine red Toyota and outside of ongoing engine troubles also smells eternally of the family kimchi recipe. “We have food in our fridge, too –” (that kimchi) “and we have pens, and pencils, and lots of paper, and a printer – Anne’s got a taser, even –”

“Diana,” Anne hisses, instinct overriding any higher brain function that would catch on to Diana’s burgeoning Point.

“You know that’s illegal, right?” says Gil, unhelpfully,

“What I’m trying to say,” says Diana, “is sure, you have resources, Gilbert Blythe. You’ve got us, haven’t you? Actually, well, I’ve had a really great idea. You could just work here!”

It is here that the heroines of this daytime drama begin their journey towards the spluttering end-of-day outlined at the beginning, because at this cheerful declaration Anne turns, and blinks rapidly at her colleague. Gilbert, in turn, blinks at Anne.

“You’ll be an official part of Lady C’s Psychic Detective Agency!” continues Diana, all dimpled smiles, and even claps her hands together – so enthusiastically that the puffy cold shoulder sleeves of her powder blue top bounce. “I think that solves all of our problems, don’t you, Anne?” 

The late afternoon sun shining through the half-covered office window is making Diana’s Wednesday work-day highlight pop quite extraordinarily; perhaps this is what distracts Anne enough that she does not take her by the well-manicured hand and say, with awkward comedic timing, a word? like people do in humorous television shows. Rather, realizing that there really is nothing else she can say: 

“Oh, erm, sure.” 

Only then, somewhat immediately, does the reality of the statement barrel into her like that damnable Jersey cow. 

“Diana,” Anne hisses, a second time.

“Oh, don’t be a sourpuss, Anne,” Diana says breezily. “I think Gil’ll get on just fine here. And anyway, Marilla gave us, like, four days’ worth of leftovers to keep in the fridge. We need a man to help us eat through it.”

Amidst all of this, Gilbert’s expression has been slowly evolving from an understandable bewilderment to a perhaps more expected bemusement. By the time Anne has gathered enough of her wits to a), ignore him, and b), say, “No one says sourpuss anymore, Diana,” (because she is feeling acutely uncharitable in that exact moment), Gilbert has properly pulled himself up into a sitting position, rested his elbows loosely upon his knees, and said,

“That sounds fine to me.”

Anne whirls around to face him. She has lost words. How could Diana do this to her? This great betrayal of her deepest trust? Absolutely, Gilbert cannot work with them. Gilbert, who she has finally made peace with. Gilbert, who is one of her most valued friends. Gilbert, who trusts Anne, but does not at all know her process. Gilbert does not know the minutiae of her talents. Gilbert does not know that she is, in fact, lying through her teeth to the law, for money and also the greater good of the Greater Toronto Area. Well, perhaps it’s more like bending some truths – but Gilbert is an innocent in this equation, is the point! Of course, he is innocent in a manner that makes him utterly guilty and culpable in every respect, as Anne never hesitates to blame him for her many personal ills – but the fact of the matter is that she, Anne, will not be able to keep her fraudulent clairvoyant claims safe if Gilbert is living in her detective office.

“It’s not like I need a place to crash or anything,” Gilbert says, as though reading Anne’s very unhelpful and resoundingly mute train of thought. “But what I’d give to beat the bastards who did this at their own game.”

… Oh. The case. Which they have still not solved.

Anne, with herculean effort, unsticks her voice.

“No,” she says. “Absolutely not. This is a terrible idea, Gilbert Blythe. I won’t have it.” 

Gilbert eyes her very carefully, like she is a puzzle he cannot quite crack. Diana, on the other hand – who has been collecting her coffeemaking supplies with efficiency – whirls around on her way to the kitchenette and offers Anne a terribly pointed, knowing look. 

“I think it’ll be good for all of us, actually.”

“No,” Anne says. Really, she almost clasps her hands together in prayer. “No, no no no no, Di-ana –”

But Diana is gone, and Anne finds herself suddenly mute again: Gilbert has abandoned his laminate lamentations and stood to his full height.

He’s right in front of her and everything, too. She is struck by an awful earth-shattering vision of the same unfairly broad, football player’s chest now directly in her eyeline walking away from her, broken and defeated by the soul-destroying betrayal that will follow his inevitable realization that Anne is a lying liar who lied. 

“C’mon, Anne,” Gil says, as he steps forward to follow Diana out. His whole person is too close, his voice too chummy, just by her ear but oh so casual, and then, in the most infuriatingly possible way he could say it – “what’s the worst that could happen?”

And he leaves her standing in the empty Lady C’s lobby, wishing that she really did have psychic abilities after all. 

Maybe then, she could have seen this total disaster of a development coming.

[gabessquishytum]

So I think I will turn that 70s music AU into it's own thing, but never fear! I will not leave anyone Goth Dreamless.

So two ideas about Goth Dream. The first one is that he's the local weirdo dad to Orpheus, a bright and friendly student. He's always wearing black on black with nail polish and hair so weird it'd put Robert Smith to shame. But he's known for being one of the kinder, more caring parents. He hand makes special treats for Orpheus's youth league football team. He organizes expansive birthday parties for his son's whole class and don't even get started on their Halloween party. He has the biggest house on the block and turns it into a veritable Halloween amusement park with giant skeletons and an elaborate haunted house. Doesn't help that he has real taxidermied bats hanging from his ceiling. All in all, while he's weird, he's a good father.

Robyn goes to the same school on scholarship and Hob works multiple jobs to keep Robyn in this posh private school. Him and Orpheus became fast friends when Orpheus invited him over while they waited for Hob to get off his second job. Unfortunately they forgot to mention that to Robyn's dad. Which led to Hob frantically calling his son, then showing up to Dream's house furious that Robyn forgot to mention his little excursion to a stranger's house. Fortunately Dream, in his black silk pyjama pants and well-worn and holey Bauhaus shirt, sufficiently charmed Hob enough to invite the two over for dinner. Then when the boys tired themselves out running around the property and fell asleep in Orpheus's room, Hob got to tire himself out on Dream's prick.

The second idea I had when browsing some memes and saw a Goth Girl Simp starter pack which is totally Hob. Not that he simps over Goth guys and gals specifically, just that he has a crush.

Dream is everything he isn't. He's tall, thin, and so fair it's almost like he's a fairy. He's effortlessly cool and mysterious, never deigning to speak more than a few words with most people. He's a regular at Hob's pub but doesn't do more than drink merlot alone in a corner booth. Occasionally he brings a date, but he's seen those relationships come and go. The last girl, Thessaly, got so mad at his lack of attention that she splashed her drink in his face and stormed out. Hob comped her drinks and Dream left shortly after paying for his wine.

Joanna laughs at the whole situation. In her experience, lots of people want a goth partner, but the magic fades when they take off their make-up and walk around and their pillows are stained with black hair dye. Hob is not deterred! He wants that stranger carnally. But how is he going to relate to him? The hardest album he has in his whole flat is a copy of Diva classics covered by some punk band. He didn't spend much time with the punks or metalheads in school and couldn't tell a Christan Death song from Sisters of Mercy. Jo laughs at him the entire way through as she helps him spike his hair and paint his nails.

Then comes show time. Dream comes in every day around 7:30-8. He comes around dressed to the Gothic nines with two glasses of red wine. He had Jo put some Stone Roses on the jukebox. He casually sits in the booth and tells him drinks are free if he cares to give a little of his time. Dream bursts out laughing. That horrid, donkey bray of a laugh deflates Hob's ego terribly. He gets up to leave, but Dream grabs his hand. He's never had someone try so hard to cater to his fashion sense. It's not needed as Dream had a crush on Hob, and well, a full night full of fucking wine drinking wasn't on anyone's to do list before tonight, but Hob can't complain!

🎸

I dearly, dearly love the idea of Hob simping for goth Dream in literally any scenario. It just brings me so much joy. Like, the image of Hob laying on the bed watching as Dream goes through the process of making himself up: litres of white foundation, powder, yards of black eyeliner in complex patterns, shining black lipstick, dozens of items of carefully selected silver jewellery, half a can of hairspray. Hob is obsessed with the entire process. And of course Dream is a lucky bastard who doesn't need to dye his hair, but can you imagine the day he finds his first greys? He's locking himself in the bathroom patching up every single spot of hair that isn't absolutely pitch black. Hob diligently helps and doesn't even complain about the fact that they'll never get the stains off the sink. He assures Dream that no, he won't have to shave it all off like Andrew Eldritch. It's fine, no one will even see which bits are dyed.

And Hob is just as much as a simp on the days where Dream’s hair is sticking out at all angles completely unstyled, and he's still in his pyjamas at 2pm. Hob still takes his job as Goth Boyfriend Appreciator very seriously, thanks very much. Arguably Dream is at his MOST goth when he's wearing Hob’s tracksuit down to the local tesco and having a silent battle with someone's grandmother over the last Danish pastry.

Also!! Goth dad Dream has captured my heart because!!!! Goth baby/child Orpheus!!!! In his little black outfits and spikey hair listening to Siouxsie and the banshees on Dream’s ancient ipod!!!! I am weak for it. And of course he's besties with Robyn, who has inherited his dad's love of Clannad and Fairport Convention. A match made in musical heaven, bless them <3

[bennett-ametyst]

For the meme, I present:

The self indulgent tf armada AU where everyone lives in Rome, the Daje AU (part 1)

(Translations under the cut)

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Optimus Prime (25 yo)

-Follows the literature course in Sapienza (the BIGgest uni in Rome)

-Popular among this peers for his "Boy Next Door" charm, his idealism, and the lecture notes which offers for free (most of the time students sell their notes), and his good looks

-"Education is the right of all sentient beings"

-Politically engaged, organize protests and events for the faculty

-Despite this, he is extremely shy

-Has a backpack with an embarassing amount of pockets and useful things

-He did judo, but stopped at blue belt

-He's a tutor to high school students for classical subjects

-Few know this, but he attended the ITIS in Tor Sapienza (a zone in east Rome, unrelated to the university) with Megatron, when they often fought (people in ITIS fight a lot)

-Now he moved to Tufello (a chill zone in north Rome)

Red Alert (24 yo)

-He follows and does medicine at Policlinico (famed hospital and also were Sapienza's medicine courses are)

-Childhood friend of Optimus and Jetfire

-No one ever saw him sleep (medicine students have the most insane schedules, even if the degree course lasts 7 years)

-He doesn't accept less than 27/30 (exam votes)

-Miraculously on time with the exams schedule

-"Imagine how cool it must be living near Uni" (he took an apartment, dormitories aren't really a thing here)

-Since he lives near, they always assign him night shifts

-Consuming inhuman amounts of coffee has made him nearly immune to caffeine, so he purposely invented a more powerful distillate to stay awake

-Sometimes he tells about his special internship at Tivoli's hospital, he remembers it like a Vietnam flashback

-Always pissed off 24/7, but under all of that he cares a lot about his friends

-During the exam period, he smokes like a chimney ("I'll stop when I get that degree")

Jetfire (24 yo) (I think I'm in love with this drawing)

-He follows the philosophy course in Sapienza (literature's same faculty, the name is literally called "literature and philosophy")

-Optimus' best friend since forever

-He lives in Tufello since he was born

-Part of the Young Communist Front and the Congregation of Stoners at Uni

-Once he starts talking about the fight against capitalism, no one can stop him

-He always has a few grams of weed hidden somewere, (where the police will never find it)

-Every situation is a good situation to start stadium choirs (stadium choirs don't always have to do with football)

-On campus he dresses colorfully, but he has a battle outfit specific for protests (he's the one who brings fumogens)

-He's always seen on the Pratone (big ass lawn at the campus were students rest) smoking weed or playing SOAD on his acoustic guitar, nobody knows if he actually goes to class.

-Was an AS Roma die-hard fan before the Captain Totti left, now he pretends he doesn't care about the team (holding back tears)

-He attended the Liceo Artistico at Ripetta (art high school in the center), he wanted to do the painter, however the fact that in Italy this work sector it is not taken seriously or protected at all in which you can't do what you want or studied for a living or else you'll end up under a bridge, the other option it's taking orders from a company to make deceptive graphics, was enough to radicalize him.

-He had an accident with his scooter, breaking both his left leg and the muretto* of his house (for some obscure reason the scooter remained intact and I cant find an english word for *low walls we use with fences)

Smokescreen (26 yo)

-He follows engineering in Roma 3 (another big university in Rome but they forgot to change from the default name)

-Always doing internships at construction sites, "It's to gain experience" he says

-He lives in Rione Testaccio, here he spends Saturday evenings in the movida with his friends or the other workers

-"What are those idiots doing? The next rains will destroy everything" (looking at workers trying to fix something the wrong way)

-He did the professional high school, probably the only one in class that was committed to learning

-Gymbro with a almost infinite set of skills as mason, mechanic, and nutritionist

-"How much do you bench press?"

-Despite his rough appearance, he's a cinnamon roll ready for everything for his friends, expressing it in small jobs in his field, personalized training plans and telling them they should have a healthier lifestyle over every single problem they have (especially Red Alert and Jetfire)

-When Jetfire crashed with his scooter, he fixed his muretto, in exchange Jet would quit smoking for at least 6 months (he didn't succeed)

-His daily routine: 5:30 wake up; 6:00 breakfast with an apple and cappuccino; 6:30 jogging around Mount Testaccio; 7:07 bus up to the construction site; 7:45 coffee with the other workers; 8:00 to 12:00 internship work; 12:15 square pizza for lunch from Pinuccio; 13:00-16:00 course lessons at San Paolo; 18:30 gym; 20:00 dinner with 200g of pasta and rotisserie chicken; 21:00 herbal tea and then sleep.

-Bonus: he doesn't have a car, he always prefers public transport, it's "less stressful" (if course, he lives in the center)

[bichietozier-s]

🕷️Catch You On The Web!!🕸️

An Itafushi spiderman socmed au ❤️

In which Yuuji Itadori, newly a sophomore in college who still has not a clue what he wants to do with his life, gets bitten by a radioactive spider and gains new abilities, stats and powers. He's coasting on his raw athletic ability, a full-ride scholarship handed to him despite his less-than-perfect grades, when he realizes he's got way more ahead of him than he'd ever imagined. Including, but not limited to, a newfound crush that also throws him for a loop.

you are reading:

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 3

notes:

Relatively short part today 🙂‍↕️ but MEGUMI NEXT PART TRUSTTT - also, all texts are from yuuji's pov !!

It’s been two weeks since Yuuji was bitten by that god forsaken spider, and while the bite itself had simmered down and was no longer irritated, everything else about his body was becoming stranger and stranger. 

He’d noticed a bunch of little things that seemed to add up pretty quickly with how significant they affected his daily life. The sticky hands, being number ONE on that list. Seemingly the hardest thing to write off as a coincidence and something that was just… odd, it also wasn’t just something he could ignore when it happened, because then his hand was uncontrollably stuck to something, and he couldn’t UN stick it. The number of times that he’d been late to class over it this past week was becoming a nuisance because now, Nanami was stepping in to ask Yuuji if everything was going alright outside of class.

How was he supposed to tell him, yeah, everything’s just dandy! My hand just glues itself temporarily to random things at random points in the day, but I’m figuring it out!

He’d be sent to the nearest psychiatric ward. Or maybe, Shoko would pick apart his brain, which might just be worse.

Among the other things he’d begun to notice were things like an increase in his strength, which suddenly seemed to become inhuman. Yuta dropped his pencil when they were hanging out the other day in he and Toge’s dorm room, and Yuuji nearly threw his desk across the room when he lifted the corner so Yuta could retrieve it. 

“Holy shit, Yuuji, that definitely wasn’t necessary,” Yuta laughed awkwardly in shock at the desk which now sat on its side. All Yuuji could do was stand and stare at it, dumbfounded.

“I literally only meant to lift the corner, I’m being so serious right now,” his flat voice really showing that he didn’t even know what to make of the situation.

Yuuji also noticed his reaction times (mostly becoming apparent at his football practices) were increasing too. Something he wouldn’t normally even see coming because it was when his eyes were closed, or when his back was turned, he’d have taken care of before he even realized what he was doing. Like his body was reacting before he was.

The last thing was his oddly fast healing time. Bruises would only last a day or two, depending on the severity of the injury, and past that there’d be no evidence that there ever was an injury in the first place. This one especially was a bad thing for Yuuji of all people to deal with because that just meant he could be as reckless as he wanted and not face many consequences, if any at all. He was already a klutz and an airhead most of the time, so now he was just a ticking time bomb for stupid decisions. 

Since all of this started around the same time that Yuuji received the spider bite, he’s a tiny bit suspicious that the two are related, but he can’t reasonably put the two things together in a way that feasibly makes sense in his mind. Why would a spider bite give him weird superhuman powers???

author's note:

tehehe writing this is soooo much fun for me i rlly hope everyone feels enough in character :o and as a reminder if youd like to be added to the taglist pls dont be afraid to ask! :3c i do nawt bite 🫶🏻

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[daiseukiis]

╰ ⋆ 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ଓ.° ╮

PLAYING.... SONG ONE OF THE LOVE SONG PLAYLIST : 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘

001 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐀𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 ❛ 𝐌𝐀𝐄 ❜ has recently transferred to japan university from california ; given a dance scholarship to help their struggling dance team make it to nationals. this year she is appointed as captain with that exact goal. everything is all fine until she meets a certain german striker from her university's football team.

FEAT. michael kaiser x oc

CONTENTS. smau! dancer!oc, college au, crack, squint to find that fluff maybe and angst. REFERENCES FROM MULTIPLE SPORTS SERIES. suggestive theme, 18+ behaviour, explicit and mature topics ( not too often but warnings will be posted )

A/N. despite it x oc it’s basically also x fem!reader. the love song playlist smau series happens in the same universe, names are given for each love story so it doesn't get confusing. FOLLOW MY TIKTOK FOR THE MEMES. if you would like to join the tag list please fill out THIS FORM

MAE'S FANCLUB | RICH BBGS

𓄹 ⌗ 001. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀no bitches? 𓄹 ⌗ 002. ⠀⠀⠀⠀the dance team is ass 𓄹 ⌗ 003. ⠀⠀⠀⠀i'm busy oliver 𓄹 ⌗ 004. ⠀⠀⠀⠀🗣 B O O 🗣 𓄹 ⌗ 005. ⠀⠀⠀⠀take the l bitch 𓄹 ⌗ 006. ⠀⠀⠀⠀i'll go 𓄹 ⌗ 007. ⠀⠀⠀⠀we ain’t the akinator 𓄹 ⌗ 008. ⠀⠀⠀⠀violence isn’t cute comin’ from you

𓄹 ⌗ 009. ⠀⠀⠀⠀DATE ???? 𓄹 ⌗ 010. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀MORNING MAE 🥰 𓄹 ⌗ 011. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀do i know you 𓄹 ⌗ 012. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀it's her hobby 𓄹 ⌗ 013. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀should we kiss? 𓄹 ⌗ 014. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀BEWARE 𓄹 ⌗ 015. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀one and only 𓄹 ⌗ 016. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀shitty taste in men 𓄹 ⌗ 017. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀kens to earth 𓄹 ⌗ 018. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀the moon looks beautiful tonight 𓄹 ⌗ 019. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀be scared 𓄹 ⌗ 020. ⠀⠀⠀⠀rip maedays 😔💔

𓄹 ⌗ 021. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀did kaiser just kiss you 𓄹 ⌗ 022. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pass 𓄹 ⌗ 023. ⠀⠀⠀⠀how civil are we talking 𓄹 ⌗ 024. ⠀⠀⠀⠀suck ass michael kaiser 𓄹 ⌗ 025. ⠀⠀⠀⠀moment of weakness 𓄹 ⌗ 026. ⠀⠀⠀⠀is this rejection 𓄹 ⌗ 027. ⠀⠀⠀⠀WTAF IS THAT 😭 𓄹 ⌗ 028. ⠀⠀⠀⠀are you wearing my hoodie 𓄹 ⌗029. ⠀⠀⠀⠀cry your heart

𓄹 ⌗ova 001. ⠀⠀⠀⠀retail therapy 𓄹 ⌗ova 002. ⠀⠀⠀⠀passenger princess

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[abubblingcandle]

🌪️

From this ask meme and is much appreciated (along with any others people may send)

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags. - Star Player in Twisted Game

Alternate Universe - Wish Fullfillment AU, Christmas Carol Style, Regret, Emotional Journey, Self Worth Issues

Here's a little snippet:

“I just, I … I fucking wish I’d never come back to Richmond.” The statement echoed around the corridor. Jamie couldn’t really believe he had just said it but deep down in his heart he felt it. “Come on mate you don’t mean that,” Isaac sighed. “I do,” Jamie spat. He did. Yes that was the furthest extreme of his feeling but it had been weeks now since he had enjoyed football. He had lost his love for the game upon his return to Manchester but in Richmond for the second time he rediscovered why he played. It was fun again and he got to run around and have fun with his friends and be paid an absurd amount of money to do it and show off and be loved. Since Zava had come that had all gone away. No one cared that he was or wasn’t there, no one cared that Jamie hadn’t properly smiled in at least a week now, no one cared that Jamie wasn’t scoring goals, no one cared that he life was being drained out of him. Jamie wasn’t happy anymore. You don’t miss something until it’s gone and fuck he missed his life pre-Zava.

[hee-blee-art]

the knights in crop tops, as requested by @lightningfilledsaber (modern au cause I thought it'd be fun) :)

[ID: four greyscale drawings featuring five knight characters all dressed in crop tops.

1. sir konstantine, a tall buff guy with light skin, long medium coloured hair, a short beard, and lots of scars stands tugging on a tight small crop top. an arrow points to him labelled "one of sebastian's shirts." out of frame, someone asks, "how's it fit?" and konstantine replies "uh... wee bit small."

2. sir goodwill, a slightly fat man with light medium skin, curly dark hair, and a goatee, and sir drustan, a thin pale man with straight shoulder length dark hair and a scruffy beard with a patch of white, stand next to each other in meme shirts. goodwill had his arm around drustan.

3. sir henrik, a thin man with medium skin, shaggy dark hair, a moustache, and pronounced cheekbones, stretches and yawns, making his short crop top ride up to show his belly and chest.

4. sir raon, a fat man with light skin and a dark undercut, lounges propped up on his elbows in a football / soccer uniform with a crop top and goalie gloves, sweaty and flushed. end ID]

[lunaandco]

the reporters series; part six, the trail

pairings: gavi x ofc; ferran torres x ofc

social media au

summary: gavi and blanca are a little careless. Martina and Ferran set the scene.

series masterlist // masterlist

@ ferrantorres posted to his story:

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@ serramartini posted:

liked by ferrantorres, blankita and 56.272 more

serramartini: <3

user1: is it me or does she look like the girl in ferran's stories?

>user2: she's just blonde and skinny lmao. could be anyone

>>user1: yeah but im pretty sure the leather jacket is the same and he is in her likes

blankita: guapaa!

user3: she's a little bit ugly

user4: gold digger

>user5: she's a trust fund baby. Ferran is tge gold digger lmao

user6: well now we know why she's doing all that football gimmick. to get herself a man

>user7: we don't even know if it's her?

lauraserra01: you're on a date???

>serramartini: I literally told you I had a boyfriend?

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private chat between serramartini and blankita

blankita: holy fuck i didn't expect it to blow up so much

serramartini: I mean... people like the whole reporter x athlete thing

blankita: are you okay tho? some of them were pretty nasty

serramartini: yeah, it's not anything my mother hasn't said lol

blankita: do you think it could hurt your career? there are already some saying you slept your way into this

serramartini: i don't know. sara carabonero had a good career even with the casillas thing right? an pilar rubio with sergio ramos?

blankita: god i hope so. see you when i get home? text me if you need anything

serramartini: sure, thanx

serramartini: [deleted] hope this sint scaring you out of your thing with gavi

@ football4girls posted:

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football4girls: some memes for the start of the week

user8: not funny. yall are using ferran for clout

>user9: bruh? how are they doing that? if martina is dating him, then what? he's not showing in all of their posts or anything

user10: I thought yall had more integrity that that

>user8: right?

>>user11: why are you putting blanca in the same box tho. she's single

>>>user10: there are some suspicious likes from gavi tho

user8: 🤑🤑🤑

user12: the memes are funny. pity the state of the comment section

>user13: right? this was supposed to be a safe space for girls, now girls are attacking the admins

>>user12: and all over a dude. so sad

@ blankita posted:

liked by pablogavi, serramartini and 12.277 more

user13: wowowow

user14: so pretty

serramartini: the hair >>

user15: are we sure she's not with gavi too?

>user16: they never been seen together? stop with the conspiracy

>>user17: yeah but he likes all her posts

>>>user16: I like all her posts and I'm not dating her (I wish)

user18: honestly he could do better

>user19: probably only with him to promote her stuff

>>user20: and its not even good stuff football4girls is pathetic

>>>user21: yall are so gone for a dude yall started to sound like incels, do you hear yourselves.

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private chat between pablogavi and blankita

blankita: hey

pablogavi: hi 🥰

blankita: can I ask you something?

pablogavi: sure!

blankita: can you stop liking my posts? it's getting out of hand, and paired with the martina and ferran thing I'm getting scared

pablogavi: oh ok.

pablogavi: do you think it might be worse if I stop, though?

blankita: I don't know. I think I'm going crazy

pablogavi: can I come over?

blankita: please do

pablogavi: be there in 30.

blankita: 🥰🥰