#for my most favourite match

[pensat-i-fet]

Supermodel FC is back ❤️🤍

[sysig]

Can you please draw Edgar and Johnny stargazing or something like that

Day 8 - Stargazing

[seagull-scribbles]

Out of Touch Turts-day

[kyouka-supremacy]

DELACROIX SPOTTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ratatatastic]

culinary crimes against humanity, hand in unloveable hand we will put raw onions in our pasta, i think they'd be best friends if not because their teams dont know what to do with their pregame meal choices

[kodyzzz]

a recent encounter in the wild of a person i used to be friends in primary school, really made me think about how much has changed since then. because that friend is the same as i remember them, in the best meaning of that sentence, and im just. well💀

[novadreii]

For this next phase of my life I will be embodying Samantha Jones.

[sinnerista]

2, 7, 18 for the tennis ask game :) -from @rublobeloved's main <3

Hi darling thanks for the ask I’m enjoying this more than I anticipated (*evil laugh*)

2) honestly I just go for the energy a person gives off. In any context not just for tennis. And. Hear me out, I was first intrigued years ago by the fact that Italy had finally some highly competitive tennis players and A LOT of them even. But i used to prefer a fast and varied game than the hammering from the baseline which surprisingly (to me) is an italian thing???? But I saw this kid, on court, either loosing or winning, never changing his attitude, towards opponents, ampires, fans, interviews.. he had always looked so focused on his path, on perfecting every aspect of his game, controlling his mind and emotions.. I was like in awe! Like.. this man should write a book and teach us all how to stay in this world, for real.. like a guru…so humble, grounded, hard working, simple like the boy next door who doesn’t have a dish washer but is also a millionaire.. like.. we don’t have that many sports figure (male) in Italy like that. He’s the antihero in our country sports history.. and he’s so young. And I kinda look up to him for life advice??? Try to follow his example?? And I now respect the man as much as I love his game: in the last year I’ve learned more about the subtleties of tennis strategies and I now love the chess-like rallies from the baseline.. and jannik in the meantime had grown his arsenal and his tennis is unbelievable now, at its peak, and I am so so lucky to say I’ve seen it live, incredible matches, historic moments and yeah I’m digressing. He’s the best.

7) MA IL CIELOOO È SEEEMPREEE PIÙ BLUUUUU!!!!!

(trans: “and the sky is bluer and bluer”. Which is the title of the famous Italian song they played when we won the Davis cup. Blue being the official colour of the national Italian team. And I’m not crying it’s the wind from how fast jannik sent all his anties to hell -and nole too and with him the whole old generation)

18) I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that they don’t know at what time they are gonna play. Probably nothing can’t be done. And that they don’t really have that many holidays throughout the year. Like.. I dunno.. this one is really tough to answer but I’d probably make the clay and grass seasons a bit longer so that different players can have a chance to win more titles??? I just love clay season and the racket hitting the shoe gestures to get rid of the clay. Ohh oh I got it I got it. I’d force white outfits for the whole grass season too!Wimbledon old game masters knew what they were doing and they were probably thirsty fangirls. 😌

Sorry for the essay I got carried away. It is indeed therapeutic for the bored tennis fan’s soul.. I feel invigorated and can’t go to sleep now 😫

[malachitezmeyka]

What I miss most about going to school while we're stuck home due to the cold is my little daily game of finding where the younger kids dragged the octopuses off to

These are Methodius, Paphnutius, and Martha. Often the only things in our entire school building keeping me sane

[xivu-arath]

given how much I played this last week, I am... slightly hopeful I can at least try to be more timely for the next season

that also depends on if the activities will all be ~higher than your level~ or not

[prosekapolls]

Round 1 is over!

The match-ups for Round 2 are:

Part 1

Doctor=Funk Beat vs Ame to Petra

Devil's Manner vs Yobanashi Deceive

Teikoku Shoujo vs Aun no Beats

Part 2

Ghost City Tokyo vs PaⅢ.SENSATION vs drop pop candy

Alter Ego vs Odo

Round 2 Part 1 will be up tomorrow (March 28th) at 3 p.m. GMT!

[sysig]

Bad time of it, all things considered (Patreon)

[gingerbreadmonsters]

my toxic trait is having a google doc where i save my favourite line from everything i write so that i can look at it and feel clever

[sandymybeloved]

As a Doctor Who fan voting in polls between companions, the best thing you can do if you don't think rose should win is to not allow the poll to breach containment

[starchild--27]

I Can't Stand The Rain by SuperM - Exo version.

(i am biased towards exo ok this is no neutral statement)

[leyiorr]

you and satoru decide pretty quickly that you want your daughter’s ears pierced.

she’s a gorgeous baby; bright blue eyes and soft white hair just like her father. her nose and lips are your genetic touch, and satoru insists that it’s your features that make her look so adorable.

you’d asked your husband what he thought about getting her ears pierced so young, and obviously he thought it was a great idea - his two favourite girls should match earrings.

and so, once she’s old enough, the two of you bring her to a store to get her ears done.

satoru has her sat on his lap, entertaining her as you spoke with the piercer about the placing and colour of the earrings. he talks to her like he can understand her baby babble; no one understands his daughter better than he does.

eventually, the time comes, and the piercer lines up the piercing gun with your daughter’s ear after marking the spot with temporary ink. she’s giggling gleefully, trying to grab hold of the piercer’s hair.

satou’s anxiety is on high, he doesn’t want his daughter to flinch and cause an injury that no one wants. the peircer seems nice enough though, and her friendly smile coupled with your hand on his shoulder and his baby’s laughter settles his nerves marginally.

but he speaks too soon.

the minute the metal pierces her skin, your daughter instantly breaks into tears, twisting her small body toward her daddy as she lets out dramatic screeches of pain. satoru’s heart sinks immediately, large hands gently trying to soothe his daughter - her tiny ones fist his shirt like a lifeline.

she cries and cries like she’s dying, and satoru feels his soul bleed.

“daddy’s sorry, baby,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “it’ll go away soon. i wish i could help you, sweets.”

but she’s having none of it, crying harder when he tries to put her back into position. he feels his own eyes sting; his heart aches from being unable to take away his precious daughter’s pain.

his eyes snap up to your face, hoping you’ll have some insight on how to help her. you’re smiling fondly, softly pinching her cheeks in effort to distract her from the pain.

“don’t be dramatic,” you scold sweetly, dropping into a crouch to press sloppy kisses to her chubby cheeks.

she hiccups, letting her father’s shirt go in favour of trying to grab your nose instead. her cries turn into wet giggles within a few seconds and satoru feels relief fill his veins.

you look up at him with a raised eyebrow, “i mean you, mister.”

it takes him a full second to realize that there are tears rolling down his face, and he quickly wipes his eyes in embarrassment. he hears the piercer giggle; may the ground open up and swallow him whole.

“you’re such a baby,” you say, but your heart felt so full - your husband just cried at his daughter getting her ears pierced? you were never going to let him live that down.

satoru doesn’t say anything, obediently allowing you to tilt his head back to meet you in a kiss. through the salty taste of his tears and your fingers holding his throat he doesn’t even notice when the piercer approaches again, quietly lining up with the other dot.

she looks to you for consent, and you give a subtle nod as you continue to distract your husband with kisses. he breaks it in surprise when he feels your daughter flinch, though this time there’s no wails.

he looks down. her face is scrunched up in effort not to cry, cheeks puffed up as she looks up at her father proudly as if to say: look, daddy, i didn’t cry that time!

he feels his eyes fill up again. his head drops to rest on his daughter, kissing her all over her face and eliciting a series of giggles.

“that’s my girl,” he boasts proudly, grinning wide while bouncing her on his knee, “i knew you could do it!”

he hears you laugh from the counter, “you cried the most, satoru.”

he scoffs, picking the baby up and nuzzling his face against hers, “i don’t know how you didn’t! her cries broke my heart!”