#kling thing

[depechemolde]

[blacktales]

The most dangerous gay man I've ever seen

And this little lovely penguin neighbor

[kajaono]

Mir ist nie aufgefallen, dass das Känguru kein definiertes Geschlecht hat! Non binary Icon!

[wellenklavier]

does computerworld 2 instill a deep and powerful melancholy in anyone else or

[zangtangimpersonator]

i don't know why it's so edgy but it made me laugh so here's some young dads trying to be cool Runway Gen 3: looks higher quality than Kling, but the price you pay for this is a little less movement and a lower adherence to your written prompt, but maybe a more specific understanding of certain moves? I dunno, really hard to experiment with and pinpoint such things. Thankfully, it almost never completely fails like Luma does (though it's REALLY common to have faces be completely immobile)...but the other price you pay is lots of cash, I think it's about twice as expensive as Luma and wow Luma is expensive. At first I thought, well realistically, $100 a month for "unlimited" is better value than anything else. But that's not unlimited credits, that's unlimited access to slow generations, and based off the Reddit, people are mad about how slow it is, and it gets throttled terribly during peak hours. Also it has the most intentionally deceptive credit system. Runway has the highest moderation of any of the three, and I can't even imagine how infuriating it would be to pay $100+ and then get banned. There's already a hilarious amount of people regretting paying for a full year upfront. I'm sure there will be more, but remember you're basically paying to be a beta tester. It can and will change at any point, and you don't own shit. Buy a nice big meal for a real gainer.

[wosostories]

Heath Sisters PT 4 (USWNT x Teen!Reader)

Masterlist

USWNT X Teen!Reader

Reader and Tobin spend some more time with the team.

Part 4

As soon as the hotel room door closes Y/N wraps her arms around her sister and buries her head into her chest. 

“It’s ok Kid. It’s going to be ok.” 

“They were really loud.”

“I know.”

“Can we finish our nap now? Please.” Y/N's voice strained as she tried to keep herself from crying. 

“Ya kid we can. I’m sorry today has been so overwhelming for you.” Y/N just shook her head and curled up next to Tobin on the bed. 

It wasn’t too long after that Y/N was asleep again. Tobin, however, couldn’t fall back asleep. The only thing running through her mind was how she was going to get through the next two weeks without someone finding out about their pasts.

It was another hour later that Y/N started to stir. Calling out to her sister in the midst of a nightmare. “Toby… Toby. Make them stop. Please, make them stop. Toby…”

“It’s ok it’s ok. No one here is going to hurt you. You aren’t there anymore, I’ve got you.” Tobin pulled her sister into her lap and rested her head against her chest stroking her hair in hopes to calm her down. Tobin started rocking her when tears started streaking down her face. 

It took another few minutes for Y/N to open her eyes and willingly curl in further to her sister. 

“You want to talk about it?”

“No, how long till dinner?”

“About half an hour, we should start getting ready soon.”

Y/N nods against her sister, “A few more minutes?”

Tobin sits up and gathers her sister in her arms, “Whatever you want Y/N. Whatever you want.”

The sisters spend another 10 minutes snuggled into each other. Tobin sighs, “Come on kid, let's get ready for dinner. We don’t want to be late. Remember what they said earlier, you get all the good stuff if you get there first.”  

The sisters make their way out of bed and spend the next few minutes cleaning themselves up. 

“Do you think they’re going to yell again?” Y/N asks. 

“I don’t think so. They should have settled down at this point.” Y/N nods. They head down to the meal room. There are already a few members of the staff there when they arrive, but none of the team members. 

“I knew I made the right decision bringing you into the squad.” Jill commented following the sisters into the meal room. They gave her a confused look. Jill chuckled, “You are going to be the only one of the girls here on time, which confuses me to no end seeing as they all love food.” 

Jill continues to walk into the room and joins more of the training staff at their table. Tobin and Y/N make their way to one of the open tables and wait for the rest of the team and dinner to be served. The next one of the girls came in 5 minutes after dinner was supposed to start. It took another 10 minutes for the entire team to show up. As soon as the last two showed up, Kelley and Sonny, dinner was brought out. 

They ended up sitting with a couple of the more veteran players Krieger, Kilng, Becky, Abby, A rod, and Cheney. 

“Ah come on, I wanted to sit with the newbie.” Kelley complained as she finally made her way into the room. 

“Well then you should have been on time. Now sit down so we can eat.” Her captain told her. She grumbled her way to her own seat. 

“Have you gotten settled?” Kling asks them.

“Oh, uh ya. The rooms really nice. Had a great nap.” Tobin replies. 

“How about you Y/N? How are you settling in? You figured out your luggage situation yet?” 

“What luggage situation?” Becky asked. 

“Oh, the airport lost Y/N’s bag and sent it to florida. It wouldn’t arrive here in time before we went back so we just had them send it back home.”

“So Y/N doesn’t have any clothes?” 

“She’s got her soccer gear and she can just wear some of my stuff. It’s only a couple of weeks. So I guess you can say that we’ve got it all sorted.” 

“Two weeks is a long time to not have any clothes. We’ll have some time tomorrow after morning practice to go to the store. We can take the rental car coach won’t mind.” 

“No, that's ok.” Y/N just sits picking at her dinner as the older girls around her talk. The other girls at the table could tell that that conversation was over, and wanted to change topics quickly. 

“So Y/N your sister said you're a forward right?” Y/N nods. “What soccer player do you look up to the most?” A Rod questions.

“Toby. Who else?” 

“Ok I should have seen that one coming. Then who is your second favorite?”

“Toby.” 

“But you said she was your first favorite?” Cheney buts in. 

“No Tobin is the player I look up to the most, and my second favorite player.” Tobin chuckled at the serious tone her sister took on. 

“Ok so who’s your favorite player?” A Rod tries again. 

“I… don’t think I can say.”

“Why not?” Y/N doesn’t respond. “Are they someone on the team?” She blushes and looks down, but still doesn’t say anything.

“Holy shit it is. Now you have to tell us.” Abby demands. Y/N blushes even harder and shakes her head. “We won’t tell them. Unless it’s someone at this table.”

PART 5

[alphasunpup]

I see what's happening. To all the black, Indigenous, queer, disabled (including mental illness and neurodivergence), trans folk ESPECIALLY in my age range: You cannot kill yourselves.

I'm being serious too. You cannot allow him to be the reason you die. Pick anything, any ONE fucking thing and cling onto it for dear life. Whether it's Arcane Season 2 dropping, a best friend, a lover, you must kling to life. You being alive is now an active form of political resistance. This is how you fight, you stay alive. No. Matter. What.

Things to actually do:

Pick up a trade. Any kind of trade or hobby. Keep your mind occupied and learn a new survival skill.

Pick up some survival skills. Know some basic first aid training, foraging, herbology, hunting, fishing, anything practical even sewing and knitting

Keep up hobbies and skills that make you happy. Stay in touch with friends, make a little community. You can survive and you will. We lived through this once and we live through it again. Keep hope alive in your hearts, you are incredible human beings and deserve to be here. Don't let them take that away from you.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Ian McDonald's "The Wilding"

I'll be in TUCSON, AZ from November 8-10: I'm the GUEST OF HONOR at the TUSCON SCIENCE FICTION CONVENTION.

Ian McDonald is one of those absurdly brilliant novelists that just leave me wondering the actual fuck he manages it. How does he cover so much ground, think up so many compelling characters, find so many gracenotes, conjure up so many complicated emotions?

McDonald burst on the scene in the late 1980s, with the 1988 novel Desolation Road and then his 1989 Out On Blue Six, a slick, stylized cyberpunk-meets-Orwell tale that overflowed with beautiful prose, technomysticism, and sly jokes that hid sneaky truths that hid even more sly jokes:

https://memex.craphound.com/2014/01/20/out-on-blue-six-ian-mcdonalds-brilliant-novel-is-back/

By my count, McDonald has now published twenty books – mostly novels, but a couple short story collections (and the most amazingly demented, Tom-Waits-inflected teddybear murder comic imaginable, 1994's Kling Klang Klatch):

https://irishcomics.fandom.com/wiki/Kling_Klang_Klatch

McDonald's work is truly globespanning. While he's made his mark on the Martian soil, and overtaken the moon with the Luna trilogy (his definitive rebuttal to Heinlein's Moon Is a Harsh Mistress) he is widely adored and much-awarded for the glittering, futuristic versions of Brazil (Brasyl), Tanzania (the Chaga series), and India (River of Gods).

Indeed, McDonald's imagination has roamed so far over the Earth and the solar system that it's possible to overlook his fantastic reimaginings of Ireland, the land where he was raised. There's his Philip K Dick Award-winning 1991 novel King of Morning, Queen of Day, a swirling, mythopoeic novel of Celtic mysticism:

https://www.baen.com/king-of-morning-queen-of-day.html

And then there's 1992's Hearts, Hands and Voices, which is lowkey one of the best novels I have ever, ever read – a scorching science fictional allegory for The Troubles, but with the gnarliest biotech weirdness you can possibly imagine:

https://archive.org/details/heartshandsvoice0000ianm/mode/2up

McDonald's books cover so much goddamned ground, but one feature they all share is a prose styling wherein every sentence is at least 20% poetry, a fraction that somehow, impossibly, rises to as much as 150% in certain especially shiny passages.

Like this passage, which opens The Wilding, McDonald's new horror novel that marks his first return to Ireland since 1992:

Autumn lay on the great bog in silvers and tans, late purples and duns.

The sun rose above the tall ash saplings and feral sycamore. It called the birds into full voice. Stabbing shrills, tumbles of notes, the flutes of dove-call, frantic ticking hisses, song upon song. In hedgerows and copses, among the pale foliage of the birches, in the weave of deep willow and the bramble fastnesses, each bird called and was heard. In this season the peatland held the day's warmth through the night and on the bright, clear mornings rivers of mist formed, filling the subtle hollow places in the exposed cuttings, the bogs and fields. High sun would dispel it but at this hour half of Lough Carrow lay mist-bound. Each blade of grass hung heavy with dew, the clumps of sedges were already browning, the bracken curling and crisping.

A pair of horns lifted above the willow scrub and out-grown ash hedges of the Wilding. Polished tips caught the low sun and kindled as bright and keen as spears.

https://www.gollancz.co.uk/titles/ian-mcdonald/the-wilding/9781399611503/

Oof.

I would drop everything to read Ian McDonald's grocery lists but after that opening, I wasn't going to put this one down, and I didn't, reading the whole thing on yesterday's flight home from my gigs in Atlanta this week.

The Wilding is (I'm pretty sure?) McDonald's first horror novel, and it's fucking terrifying. It's set in a rural Irish peat bog that has been acquired by a conservation authority that is rewilding it after a century of industrial peat mining that stripped it back nearly to the bedrock. This rewilding process has been greatly accelerated by the covid lockdowns, which reduced the human footprint in the conservation area to nearly zero.

The story's protagonist is Lisa, a hard-case Dubliner who came to the bog to do community service after a career as a crime syndicate driver for hire, a woman who never met a car she couldn't boost and pilot in or out of any tight situation. After years in the bog, she's ready to start a new life, studying Yeats at university, indulging a late-discovered love of poetry that has as much to do with her redemption as her years in the wild.

Lisa's last duty before she leaves the bog and goes home to Dublin is leading a school group on a wild campout in one of the bog's deep clearings. It's a routine assignment, and while it's not her favorite duty, it's also not a serious hardship.

But as the group hikes out to the campsite, one of her fellow guides is killed, without warning, by a mysterious beast that moves so quickly they can barely make out its monstrous form. Thus begins a tense, mysterious, spooky as hell story of survival in a haunted woods, written in the kind of poesy that has defined McDonald's career, and which – when deployed in service of terror – has the power to raise literal goosebumps.

There's a lot of fantasy that deals with Celtic mythology, including McDonald's own King of Morning, Queen of Day, but the vibe of that stuff tends to the heroic and romantic – sure, there's the odd banshee, but in the main, it's mischievous wee people, pookas, and leprechauns. More fey than fear.

But Irish mythology in its raw form is terrifying. The monsters of Irish storytelling are grotesque, mean, remorseless, and come in every shape and size. Some authors have done well by going back to the bestiary for the deep cuts. When I was a kid, I must have read John Coyne's Hobgoblin fifty times (mostly because it was about D&D, which I was obsessed with). I haven't read this one since I was about 12, and I have no idea if it'd hold up today, but it left me with a deep appreciation of the spooky multifariousness of monsters who dwell in Ireland's bogs:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hobgoblin_(novel)

The Wilding is a suspense novel, which means there's no way to really sum up the plot without spoiling a lot of the affect, but suffice to say that McDonald brings large swathes of deep Irish lore to the surface, and it had me reading as fast as I could and wanting to put the book down and hide.

What a writer McDonald is! The fact that this is the same guy who wrote last year's stunning secret-history/solarpunk/uncategorizable wonder that was Hopeland beggars belief:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/30/electromancy/#the-grace

Read you some Ian McDonald novels, is what I'm trying to say. This one is only available in the UK, if that's not where you are, consider mail-ordering it. Looks like they've got stock at Forbidden Planet for £19 plus £18 shipping to the US. Worth every penny:

https://forbiddenplanet.com/424306-the-wilding-hardcover/

Tor Books as just published two new, free LITTLE BROTHER stories: VIGILANT, about creepy surveillance in distance education; and SPILL, about oil pipelines and indigenous landback.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/10/25/bogman/#erin-go-aaaaaaargh

[skirtmag]

5000 Posts and 18 000 followers later, I am dumbfounded by the way this page has grown and has inspired many people to stay true to themselves and continuously explore the beauty of everyday life. I have accomplished many dreams and goals set for this Tumblr and have had the opportunity to engage with an awe-inspiring community of people online. However, all good things have to come to an end and Skirtmag has been superb towards me. I am so thankful and grateful to everyone who has interacted with Skirtmag and is following the page. I will truly always be inspired by the heroes of Skirtmag and its community, but it is time to make room for new adventures, in the words of Elin Kling. This is not goodbye, but rather the beginning of a journey into another creative bracket of the world Skirtmag comes from. The spirit of the Skirtmag woman will live on, and I hope you all continue to identify her in the world and in yourselves. Thank you for the opportunity to participate in the creation of beautiful ideas. Merci Infinitely!!! Loads of love and à bientôt 

[iifishizzleii]

könig & gaz - first meet

rare ship alert lmao. unedited :]

könig, who’s sent by kortac (much to his displeasure) on a co-op with task force 141.

he doesn’t like how they work, how their attention will divert from the mission the moment it comes to protecting civilians.

if there’s a chance that innocent lives can be saved, könig will do what he can. but, he won’t compromise a mission over a few lives, because what’s war without sacrifice? (not that their sacrifice means anything in the end, but to be fair, if you see a group of military men rushing one way, why wouldn’t you run the other way?) he has a job, and it’s a job that pays him to take lives. not save them.

the 141, on the other hand, work like they are. and it’s fucking annoying because they suddenly have a conscious for the lives they’re taking, as if the soldiers they’d killed in the field weren’t civilians in gear— as if they weren’t men who were someone’s husband, son, or father. but what does könig know? he’s just a colonel who’s been on the field longer than even price.

(the truth is, könig wasn’t raised knowing the value of human life. his father hated his mother, and his mother hated that he looked like his father. when he was diagnosed with social anxiety, it was just a label to the skin-crawling feeling he got whenever somebody stared at him for too long, the fraying to his nerves when the voices around him made the ones in his head scream louder. people had never done könig any good in his life. so, what did they deserve from him?)

he was forced to a briefing with the 141, and they were as insufferable as he remembered. price, with his unintelligible bear grunting that had könig leaning left because the hearing in his right ear had dulled, and the odor of cigarettes and stress that always followed him. ghost, who‘s staring was like a dissection he felt tugging at every nerve, dull eyes watching könig from across the table in a way that made the taller man want to peel out his eyes. soap, the blabbering bastard that never knew how to sit still without brushing up cozy against the masked lieutenant. all three of them were ripe for early retirement by könig’s hand, testing him with every indirect jab and comment made at the expense of their former enemy. then, a fourth man könig hadn’t bothered sparing any attention for asks price and question, and he turns.

his name was gaz. that’s what könig was told, at least, though he doubted it was the brit’s real name. not that he gave a shit. and ‘gaz’ was no older than thirty five.

he stood to price’s right, staring down at the map on the table with a sharp focus könig noticed. and while they weren’t many things on this Earth he enjoyed, one thing könig could appreciate was a weapon that was as lethal as it was transfixing.

he has big, brown eyes that swam with emotion, something könig’s bitter heart wouldn’t know a thing about. full, tanned cupid bow lips twisted into a thoughtful frown as price and laswell discussed their plans for the mission. his skin was copper, unlike the pale complexions könig was accustomed to seeing on Al Mazrah and Ashika Island. he has thick brows and sharp nose, and when he folds his arms across his chest, his biceps bulge under the grey-blue button up shirt he wears. the curve of his ass and muscled thighs are hugged by his tactical cargo pants.

he wasn’t stocky like soap, nor was he as intimidatingly huge as price or ghost. it was anything larger in size, after all, that people’s attention naturally gravitated to. könig would know. and between the four of them, gaz sits directly in the middle of being physically dominating. and it’s that which interests könig, because while any other less experienced man would chalk gaz’s size up to his skill, he knew better. gaz had every good of a chance of killing him as the rest of the men did. maybe even more, now that könig was aware of how his presence effected the group, and how easily gaz could use to his advantage.

“hübsche klinge,” könig muttered under his breath.

but, awareness seemed to lose meaning as he watched the young man across the room, dark eyes trailing up the thin fabric stretched across gaz’s stomach before lowering to watch his narrow hips as shifts to face price.

then soap cracks a joke and könig would have condemned him for it, unused to such easy going attitude while prepping for a mission, but the sight of gaz’s lips uncurling into a the barest hints of grin make könig freeze. he’s a grown man for christ’s sake, a force of nature feared by enemies and revered by allies. not even the sight of a his own family’s mangled corpses could sway him.

yet, watching that small grin on gaz’s face bloom into a full smile, an exasperated but amused laugh escaping plush lips at soap’s joke, has könig tightening his fists at his side, tracking the way gaz’s eyes crinkle in the corner from the stretch of his smile, his arms unfolding just to refold them oppositely.

könig decides at that moment that out of all the 141, gaz would be the biggest hindrance.

[imhyperfixatingrn]

I'm like 20k words deep in this thing that was supposed to be "just a one shot", kling myself rn-

I hate hideduo I hate them sm

[lolli-says-stuff]

Guys I dreamed that yassen, Peter Hale & I were in some weird maze and I met Marc Uwe Kling (a german author) and he was really attraktive and he drew two little guys for me on a postcard for my mum but then yassen, Peter & I had to hightail it again because we were still being hunted in a maze. Peter just broke through walls like it was nothing and yassen protected me from our pursuers. Idk who was even after us. I saw them and I have no idea still. We did meet the hunter who was running around Silas‘s island in vampire diaries at one point. But i think someome just had his face. Because I remember dream thinking „hey that guy looks like the guy from vampire diaries“ which is a truly wild thing to be weird about in a dream while you’re being hunted with yassen gregorowich and Peter Hale.

[aasherstarr]

not the kling and elu thing but birdia and nono bc they deserve a happy ending

did a lot of experimentation and studying here

[an0ther1]

Hit a wall with the book I’m writing (editing really) and needed a distraction, which lead to this. Could be something longer, but I needed to get something out to feel like I was getting anything done.

Hot For Teacher

Jessie’s worried about her older, veteran teammate, and others have noticed something is off with the tall blonde striker, but “she’s fine”, until she isn’t.

“Someone’s hot for Teacher.”

“Huh?” Jessie jumped. “No! Wha- I-” She stammered.

“You’re starring J. Again.” Sophie said matter of factly. “I get it. She’s hot. If girls were my thing I’d stare too. Hell, I do sometimes anyway.” She shrugged.

“I wasn’t-” Jessie sighed. “Yes I was staring. But it’s not- It wasn’t- Does she seem off to you?”

“Kasin? Yeah, she’s always off. It’s kind of her thing.”

“No, not- She’s been acting weird for her. Quiet.” Jessie looked back across the field to the player in question.

“Kinda. She hasn’t shown me a picture of Kevin all week.” Sophie started juggling the ball at her feet. “Ask Kling. They live in the same building. Maybe she knows something.”

An assistant coach somewhere blew a whistle before calling out instructions to break into 3 groups for ladder passes. Jessie watched as Kasin slowly made her way towards one of the ladders laid out on the ground without saying anything or acknowledging anyone. The Canadian followed. No one would question her watching Kasin if they were in the same group.

“Samba first time through. One touch pass every other square. Go.” The coach called out and players started rotating through the lines. The samba step, as they called it, was a routine ladder sequence they did often so it didn’t take long for everyone to run through it.

“Cha Cha pass next. Go.” Again everyone got through the lines quickly as this was another familiar one for them.

“This next one I’ll demonstrate.” The coach said as they stepped to the end of a ladder. “No name yet, I’m interested to see what you all come up with for this one.” The team laughed as the coach began to slowly go through the steps of the next sequences. “We’ll go through 2 times with no passing so you can get comfortable with it. Then we’ll do 3 times through with a pass on the 2 square. Got it?” They looked around as everyone nodded and a few mumbled yeahs were heard throughout the group. “Alright, go!”

The players on every ladder went through the steps in slow motion, trying to get their feet to catch up to their brains on the more advanced steps. The second run through only went a hair faster before they started the 3rd and balls were introduced. Jessie watched on as Hina got her foot tangled in the ladder and tumbled over at the same time Kelli did the same on the ladder next to the them, both players landing on the turf side by side. The entire team doubled over in laughter as the pair themselves rolled around in a fit of giggles. Everyone except Kasin.

Jessie was really worried now. Kasin was the team goofball. Was the one that named all of ladder drills after dance steps because she literally danced as she did them while singing whatever song she decided best matched the movement. And where she usually would have jumped on Kelli for her lack of rhythm to be able to get through this drill, or given Hina a hard time about being able to dance through an entire team on the pitch but then be taken out by a piece of rope laying flat on the ground, the older player just stood there, staring off at nothing.

Jessie caught Sophie’s eye as the players on the ground got back to their feet, the other player taking a quick glance at Kasin before looking back at the Canadian. Jessie watched as Soph leaned over and said something to Meghan and both players seemed to have a conversation while stealing glances at the woman standing in front of Jessie.

“I looked good, yeah?” Hina laughed as her hands landed on Jessie’s shoulders from behind.

“So good Hina. The way you fell next to Kelli looked like you two had practiced it before hand.” Jessie answered.

“I perfect this time.”

Jessie glanced over her shoulder. “Just don’t hurt yourself.” A push in the back was the response she got.

After ladders, midfielders were sent off to work in a group and the strikers and defenders were sent to the other end of the field to work together, so Jessie had to push Kasin to the back of her mind. And she managed to do so until the end of practice. But as she was helping pick up cones, she couldn’t help watching the tall blonde. Kasin was moving slower than she usually did, she wasn't laughing, dancing, or doing any of her usual antics that always had her teammates snorting in laughter. Jessie couldn’t be the only one who noticed it. It was such a stark contrast, like day to night, that the others had to be worried as well.

“She said she’s fine.” Jessie spun around quickly at Meghan’s words. “I asked her on Tuesday. And for the record, Kevin is fine. He was bouncing all over the place on his walk this morning when Kasin took him out. So whatever has her acting like this has nothing to do with him. But I agree, something is up, I just don’t know what. Her parents were at the game last week and they seemed fine, and she hasn’t been dating anyone that I know of and haven’t seen anyone. Not that I stalk her, just same building and all.” Kling laughed as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Others have noticed too, right?” Jessie kicked a ball towards a pile that the equipment manager was collecting.

“Yeah. Sinc made her have dinner with her the other night. Sounded like Kas tried to shrug her off, but Sinc wasn’t having it. I mean, they’ve played together for almost a decade, so if anyone is going to make Kas do anything it’s her. And from what she told me, Kas basically told her everything was fine when Sinc questioned her.” Kling stopped before they got too close to the rest of the team that was milling about. “Whatever is going on with her, I don’t think she is going to tell any of us that have been her friends for so long.”

Jessie gave her teammate a confused look before asking. “Why do you say that?”

“She’s never been good at opening up to us, Me and Sinc. ”

“But that still doesn’t make sense, you two have known her the longest, haven’t you?” Jessie was still confused.

“Yeah. But she’s always been like that. She dated Sonnett for two years, and Sonnett broke up with her when she got traded. Kas never told anyone. We all found out from Linsday like 2 months later.”

This was Jessie’s first year with the Thorns, so she really didn’t know that much about a lot of her teammates, with the exception of the ones she also played with on the Canadian National team. She furrowed her brow. “She didn’t tell anyone when her relationship of 2 years ended?”

“Nope.” Meghan shook her head as she looked over at her long time friend and teammate. “And she actually was acting a lot like this during that time. But like I said, she hasn’t been dating anyone that I know of.”

“She was like this for 2 months and nobody knew why?” Jessie was dumbfounded.

“She kept saying she was fine. Not much we could do if she wouldn’t talk to us.” Meghan shrugged. “We won’t let that happen again though. Whatever is going on, Snic will make sure she talks to someone if she won’t talk to one of us.”

“I hope so. I don’t like seeing her like this.” Jessie said softly as she watched the topic of conversation slowly wander off the field and into the tunnel. If her eyes hadn’t been glued to the tall blonde, she might have noticed the questioning look Meghan was giving her.

“Whatever is going on, I think we all just need to put in the extra effort to make sure she knows we care and are here for her the way she does for everyone else. So I need to get going. There is a pretty lady at home making me dinner, and I was going to make Teacher walk home from school with me and force her to join.” Meghan chuckled.

Jessie laughed too. “That’s a good one.”

“I thought so. Alright, make sure you rest up tonight, we gotta stick it to Shittle tomorrow!” Meghan said as she started to jog away.

“Will do!”

**********************

“Jessie, your first home rivalry game against the Seattle Reign ends in a 4-0 victory. How does this compare to a North London Derby in the WSL?” A reporter asked.

“Honestly? I’m not sure I have ever experienced anything like this. There is no doubt the Rivitors are the greatest fan base in the NWSL, but I wouldn’t hesitate to call them one of the best in all of women’s football, if not THE best. This atmosphere is everything you want in a rivalry. It’s absolutely incredible. It’s what we needed after a slow start to the season. We’re coming together, our passes are connecting, it just feels really good.” Jess answered with a wide smile.

“The team scored 4 goals, but it feels like it should have been a lot more. Kasin Teacher by the looks of it should have had a hat trick in the first half alone, but didn’t make it on the score sheet herself. Is there still some work to be done in terms of finishing?” Another reporter in the room questioned.

“I think the score line not being higher is a credit to Dickey. How she saved any of Teach’s shots in the first half, I don’t know. I thought for sure they were all going in. So for us to get 4 in when Dickey was having a day like she was, I think says a lot about how well we’re playing as a team right now.” Jess said as she continued to smile, but this presser could finish at any time.

“Alright, that’s all the questions for Fleming. Thanks Jess.” The Thorns Media liaison signaled to the players relief.

Jessie didn’t hate doing media stuff, but she certainly wasn’t one of the few people that enjoyed it. She stood up from the table and exited the room, more than ready for a shower. She had been the last interviewee, so when she made it to the locker room, there were only a handful of girls still getting ready to leave.

After grabbing her toiletries, she was in and out of the shower in under 5, and by the sounds of it, everyone had left. Wrapped in just a towel, she scurried to her locker and started throwing on her clothes. She had just pulled a clean sports bra over her head when a noise behind her startled her.

“Geezus Teach, you scared the shit out of me.” She said as she looked over her shoulder, seeing the other woman seated in front of her own locker in the corner. She went back to pulling her sports bra into place. “I thought everyone was gone. You got plans tonight?” She asked, but after several seconds got no response. She picked up her shirt as she asked again. “Doing anything tonight Kasin?” As she turned around to face the other woman, that’s when she noticed Kasin was still in her full kit, cleats and all. “Kasin?” She started towards the woman. “Teacher, can you hear me?” Kasin was completely unresponsive, staring off into nothing. As Jessie got closer she could see that the blonde was shaking slightly and she was breathing a lot faster than she should be when the game had ended over an hour ago.

Jessie had seen various teammates over the years in similar states, and had experienced it herself a time or two. She quickly crouched down in front of the striker and took her hands in her own. “Kasin, can you hear me?” She started rubbing Kasin’s palms with her thumbs. “You’re okay, I got you. Can you feel this?” She rubbed a little harder. The hands she was holding flexed slightly in her grasp. “Good, good. Focus on that feeling. Now-” She took one of Kasin’s hands and placed it flat against her own chest. “Can you match your breathing with mine?” She took a deep breath. “Can you feel that?” She couldn’t be sure, but it looked like Kasin nodded. “Just slow and steady, okay? I’m right here with you.” After several breaths the other woman’s breathing began to slow. “You’re doing really good Kase.”

Jessie took a second to glance around the locker room, there wasn’t anyone else here, and the woman in front of her still had a blank stare on her face. She dropped the hand that wasn’t on her chest, and placed her now free hand on Kasin’s thigh. “Can you feel that Kase?” She asked as she slowly rubbed the woman’s leg.

“Yeah.” Kasin said faintly.

“That’s good. That’s really good. Can you smell anything?” Jessie asked next.

There was a long silence before the older woman responded. “You’re bodywash.”

“Yeah? Great. Okay. Umm-” She was struggling to think what to ask her next when she saw a single tear start to roll down Kasin’s cheek.

“Hey. Hey Kasin, you’re alright.” Without thinking she reached up and wiped it away. “You’re okay.” She said softer, keeping her hand where it was on the side of the woman’s face.

“I’m not.” Kasin choked out as another tear fell. “I’m not okay.” She continued just above a whisper.

“You will be. I’m right here.” Jessie tilted Kasin’s head so they were eye to eye. And finally, finally, it looked like there was life in them. “I’ve got you.”

**let me know what you think. Should there be more?**

[lemonisherelol]

And I’m back! Heyy! Hii! Hello!! How’s it going? :3

Today i wanted to show y’all my art! Some are old but Ye! And I’m so sorry if it took a while, yes I’m doing ok. I’m trynna get some treatment the best I can lol

So let’s talk, so i planned to make a couple rang Videos on Tiktok, S4n1c_k1dxd or Lemon !! [#1 Kim n Mr. X simp] (might saw me anywhere lol). The first things I would love to make is Hazbin Hotel rant, basically me reviewing it and talking about it, bc I had a bad interaction with some fans. And then, a redesign video! It’ll take me a while now since I’m focusing on my health. But!! I did redesigned helluva boss characters! I’ll show whenever I’m done with Fizzarolli and Barbie! Then next, before showing it I’ll talk about an AU! My friends came up with the designs/lore while me and my boyfriend make the concepts! (He makes the hellborns while I make the imps!)

That’s about it, But hey! I watched new pretty blood episode! I did see Eluca’s sister but i didn’t expect her to be all different- But got to see my bbg Kling again!!

Someone requested to draw Bradley, I also wanted to say that I love Bradley so much, he and Johnny being inspired from each other is CRAZY!

I also made SlimYin, but i made it my own way! I wasn’t sure about the current design though-

I also wanted to show some of my sonas, (both in 7 and 8 drawings!) :3

I also wanted to show more pretty blood art and naughty bear art! Lastly, Slendytubbies! (My slendy ocs are all males btw)

I hope to see you soon! :).

[zangtangimpersonator]

if you were curious to know what the most expensive thing you can do on Kling looks like, this is it. Um,