#he is the future of Football

[kentolove]

Mbappe you will always be a winner in my books

[hubba1892]

What Jürgen Klopp thinks his job is not about

[arlesposting]

making little designs for the probes (+ hubble :3) at the moment but since art takes time and i need to deal with my impatience to share all my stuff immediately after it's done y'all can have another little dialogue shitpost for fun :D

inspired by...

[elloras]

Ted Lasso: All Apologies

[pernillecfcw]

He saw into the future 🥶🥶

[whitehartlane]

HEUNGMIN SON, HE'S ONE OF OUR OWN. ↳ "Please give a lot of love to Tottenham Hotspur."

Ange on Sonny / Sonny signs for Tottenham in 2015 / Sonny signs an extension / Sonny signs another extension through till 2025 / Maisie Peters, 'Place We Were Made' / GQ Korea, 10 Things Son Heungmin Can't Live Without / Nora Sakavic, 'The King's Men' / Sonny joining Spurs in 2015 / Sonny being appointed club captain in 2023 / Stray Kids, 'You Can STAY' / Sonny squashing rumours about him going to the Saudi league / Sonny talking about being captain / Sonny on extending his contract / Tottenham 3-1 Chelsea, 24 Nov 2018 / Sonny's Instagram post after becoming captain / Sonny leading the lads out to the away end at Brentford Community Stadium to clap them and huddle in front of them before kickoff / @moonlitsgarden, 'waiting room' / Tottenham on Sonny's contract extension

[theclassymike]

Josh Hutcherson attending the LA Football Club.

[sunshineandlyrics]

*Original story is with The Sun, 11 May 2024. That's all the info so far so you don't have to give them clicks.

🙄 Let's use Louis' name and life for clicks. I don't see Louis willingly participate and hopes he stays well away from this reality nonsense.

[vampireofsorrow]

the voyagers !

[nani-nonny]

(A)PAF: Father-Daughter moment between F!Leo and his tot

Umm… minor spoilers if you haven’t seen my past (A)PAF posts (honestly it doesn’t spoil the main story/plot) but I couldn’t help myself :D I was in a mood (/pos)

Check out the sibling snippet between the tot and Casey it for more family fluff :)

Leonardo yawns as he exits his train car, nonchalantly searching for little Lou. She wasn’t in bed when he woke up, and there were no signs that she was hiding anywhere in their room. So, before he panics, he decides to search the lair in hopes of finding her.

“Lou? Where are you?” He calls out to the lair, hoping to catch even a chirp of excitement or the tiniest, muffled giggle.

“She’s over here!” Mikey calls out from the direction of the stairs.

“What is she doing upstairs?” He asks as he takes the stairs two by two, skipping the final steps to the top and jumping up. He rounds the corner and finds Mikey laying on the ground in front of an open sketchbook and a packet of crayons. In front of Mikey is Lou, lying on her stomach and her tiny fist gripping a crayon. Her entire arm moves quickly, scratching the tip of her crayon on her paper like she was recording the most important information.

Leonardo steps over and stops to crouch next to Lou and watch as she scribbles a thick layer of green crayon. He taps her shell once and asks, “What are you drawing, Lou-Boo?”

Lou suddenly pounces for a blue crayon, nearly hissing at Leonardo’s hand that got too close to it, then returns to her coloring.

Leonardo raises a brow and looks at Mikey for answers, but the box turtle is barely keeping it together, trying to stop from laughing out loud. It makes the elder slider roll his eyes and opt for lying down on the floor and grabbing a piece of scrap paper and a black crayon.

The slider draws the lines for a game of Tic Tac Toe before pushing it to Mikey as he asks, “Are you drawing yourself, Louie?”

Lou growls low, a petite sound that is nowhere near threatening, but enough to show she wasn’t pleased with Leonardo’s question.

The slider nods and mumbles to himself, “Okay, it’s not Lou.” He takes the paper back from Mikey after a small orange X is drawn in the middle square. He hums aloud and draws an O in the upper left corner then asks, “Is it Leo?”

A sharp hiss from Lou.

Leonardo stifles his laughter and passes the paper back to Mikey. “Come on, Leo’s not that bad. He didn’t mean to trick you.”

The little turtle huffs and pouts as she continues to scribble on her page, crinkling the corner as she glares at her artwork.

Leonardo smiles, a fond curl of the corners of his mouth and pure adoration dripping from his eyes unbeknownst to him. He reaches over to pat her head and tap her diamond stripe before handing her a new blue crayon. “Is it Papa?”

The corner of her mouth twitches for a brief second before her pout returns and she leans in closer to her paper, nearly pressing her beak into it. A soft churr rumbles from her chest but she doesn’t deny it.

Leonardo sets the blue crayon beside her paper and she pounces on it before shuffling back in place.

Mikey pushes the Tic Tac Toe paper back but before Leonardo can even attempt to reach for it, Lou pounces for the paper and shoves it into her mouth.

“Lou!” Mikey and Leonardo exclaim and lunge for the little turtle.

Lou shuffles backward before turning and making a run for the stairs.

Mikey and Leonardo scramble to their feet, slipping on crayons and loose papers. Leonardo braces Mikey’s head as he lunges for the stairs, yelling after his daughter, “Lou! Spit that out!”

Leonardo stumbles down a few steps, accidentally sliding down a few more before he finally rolls to the bottom. At the bottom he sees Lou running toward the kitchen, a mischievous grin on her face as she chews faster and faster.

“Lou Hamato!” Leonardo calls out and nabs a broken piece of the stairs’ handrail—more like breaks off a piece that is rusting away. With a flip of the broken metal, it transforms into his familiar blue katana and opens a portal before disintegrating the temporary form. He jumps through to find Lou trying to hide in a half-empty box and jumps to snatch her.

“You little—,” Leonardo teases before interrupting himself and lightly tossing Lou into the air.

The small turtle bursts into a fit of giggles, dropping the balled-up wad of paper covered in saliva. She holds her stomach as she laughs her little heart out, shaking her head “No” with the brightest smile.

Leonardo catches Lou one last time, not bothering to lower her from the air, and henceforth imprisoning her in air jail. He raises an amused brow and asks, “Did you have your fun?”

Lou reaches out for her father, tiny hands opening and closing for him to come closer. Her bright smile hasn’t faded and small pieces of wet paper slowly slide down her chin.

“You can’t eat paper, it’s not good for you. If you’re hungry just ask Papa, okay?” He lightly scolds as he can’t bear to ignore her little plea to be held close. He presses a little kiss on her diamond stripe before holding her forehead to his own.

Lou’s tiny hands grab at Leonardo’s cheeks and bandana, trying to pull him even closer until he finally gives in again.

The happy father hugs her tightly, pressing his cheek against his daughter’s as he coos, “My little princess!”

[alliswyattonthewesternfront]

no one hates Kevin James as much as he seems to hate himself. the Paul Blart movies are written BY him! they are both just 1.5hrs of belittling his own real, human body! a body that, honestly, is not even that fat. like i wouldn't really give a dude that size a second thought, but Mr. James puts on clothes 1-2 sizes too small and then writes hours of jokes about disgusting and vile he is. that man is not doing well.

[authorwithissues]

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[nocontextmessi]

[pernillecfcw]

Made in la cobham 💙💙

[whitehartlane]

tyrese hall more like tyrese ball(er)