#lampardverse

[protect-daniel-james]

I don't even wanna know what the wish is

[arya-is-a-fanatic]

I just read the filthiest lamperry plus Christine fic rn...

[new-berry]

Hahahha I just wrote something that grossed even me out a little bit.

Yet if it wasn’t for a couple of specific images (like that one) this would be just the creepy and claustrophobic world of fathers and sons and football and that no matter how successful you are you will NEVER be a successful football player n

[arya-is-a-fanatic]

My men💕

[heavensnotenoughh]

I'll never like Chelsea but the period when they were managed by Lampard is sooo interesting from an fanfiction perspective sigh.

I'll probably write about that at some point.

[roomselfcontain2]

Modern spacious Selfcontain house design for rent very cute affordable low income housing in ph city with running water good light system and security located at Nta road before ozuoba in port Harcourt city rivers state Nigeria

[protect-daniel-james]

Sneak peek of Jason/Eddie trying to figure out why Anthony Gordon is acting the way he is (trying to seduce Howe), a.k.a. the best detective duo ever. Under cut.

Jason tilted his head. "Eddie, come on. Where did Gordon come from?"

"Everton."

Jason raised his eyebrows. Come on, Eds. Think about it.

"Nah, nah - that's insane."

Jason's raised eyebrows and the doubtful smile that played on his lips didn't seem to agree with Eddie. He picked up the tablet that was on the table and after unlocking it, his fingers ran over the screen. Eddie waited tensely. "Anthony Michael Gordon," JT uttered in an almost solemn tone, as if he'd just announced the winner of a poll. "Born February 24, 2001. Youth team: Liverpool FC, was released from there. Everton since 2012." He put the tablet back down on the table and clasped his hands together. "He had been at Everton since he was eleven. Spent a few months at Preston North End. I think that narrows our circle of suspects quite a bit. If we reckon he was at least legal - "

"Jesus Christ. That's grim."

Instead of answering, JT picked up the tablet once again. "And that it wasn't anyone from here," he added to lighten up the mood but Eddie visibly jerked, as if stung by a bee.

"Here?" he said in disbelief. His eyes searched in JT's face for an assurance that it was meant as a joke. "No, no - " He slapped his palm triumphantly on the table. "He said something - wait! - he talked about before, before, he didn't say when but he mentioned something that made it clear it was elsewhere - "

Jason looked at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm sure! He made this stupid joke about putting this - info - down in his contract. Or in his transfer request when he wanted to get out of Everton. Anyway - " Eddie cooled off his victorious grin. "That's beyond the point. I trust the people we work with here one hundred percent. Besides, he made it pretty clear this was about a gaffer, not a masseur or physio."

Jason nodded, working something out on his tablet. "Here we go." He smirked. "Koeman. Who the hell knows with him. But Anthony would have been barely sixteen and in the academy. Why would Koeman even know about him." 

Eddie shook his head. His teeth were clenched; the lighthearted tone in which JT spoke didn't seem appropriate for the subject.

"David Unsworth," Jason continued. "Who the hell is even that? Interim. How would he even have time for this? Keep in mind Anthony is still sixteen and not in the first team."

"Jesus Christ."

"Big Sam. Would you look at that. I doubt he even knew half of his first squad. But, this is where Tony lad debuts for the first team in Europe. Wow," he raised his eyes from the screen, ready to make the joke. "Everton in Europe. Must have been ages ago. Marco Silva? Who knows. Big Dunc Ferguson? Nah, he loves the club, he would never do something like that to an academy player. Ancelotti? Come on. Anthony would shit himself. Benítez? He hated Everton, and wouldn't touch him with a ten-foot pole. Big Dunc again, no chance." Eddie, who had been nodding along to the names, remembering the managers who led Everton for a few months or years throughout Gordon's spell, noticed the all-telling pause that Jason made. Their eyes met.

"Lampard."

One of them said it, or maybe they both did; maybe Jason voiced what Eddie's lips wordlessly whispered.

[protect-daniel-james]

Ha ha ha ha!

[protect-daniel-james]

also, started writing a fic about Frank/Mason where they are both miserable cunts hoping the other is more miserable than them (relatable) (also Mason maybe shags Amorim)

[new-berry]

Dearest @longeyelashedtragedy I may not quite have nailed your birthday but I wasn’t going to make you wait until the new year :)

Everyone else please mind the tags. Honestly the pairings are already a warning. If you want to read a bit before anything, well anything Berry, let’s have the opening under the line!

Mark is bragging about the coat he brought home from the photo shoot. The sound of it sends a shiver up Frank's spine. Mark’s easy retelling of the event, the centre of everyone’s attention. The care they had to take with the makeup to accentuate, the word stretched out like a spell, accentuate his designer stubble that was integral to the shoot.

Frank rolls the words over in his mouth afterwards. Accentuate, integral, focus. Flash. He’s had his photograph taken before, for the papers even, but not like this. Mark came home for Sunday lunch with makeup still on his face. Making fun of his dad’s tutting over it, making fun of his dad!

He kissed his mum, Aunt Sandra hello, smacking two kisses one on each check, then a third so “we are continental, darling.” Whatever that meant had his mother shushing him to the chair, and Uncle Harry scowling into his Yorkshire puddings. He sawed at them, the gravy pooled to the top had made them too mushy and they collapsed. In the quiet of Mark throwing himself flamboyantly back in his chair the room was filled with the sound of his soft, wet, chewing.

Frank sits on the far side of the table. He listens carefully to Uncle Harry and absorbs every word about football. Mark cuts in over the top and declares he’s bored. Harry had snapped back: “Frank has a real chance at a career in this, he’s had scouts sniffing around from other clubs.”

It was like the kind of thing Harry said when he defended him in the media briefing, the prickle of shame sweat teasing Frank’s neckline and making his palms feel hot. But Frank doubts Mark spends a lot of time listening to his Dad’s press conferences at The Club from his bachelor pad in The City.

“One day there will be a scandal about the kind of sniffing around young boys that happens in football,” Mark's voice is waspish, laced with artifice. Harry falls for it even as Aunt Sandra tries to smooth things over. Jamie pushes back from the table and nods to Frank to follow him.

[sadroundface]

not lampardverse related--ignore--there are just fewer bad faith ppl lurking here

February Sestina, part 2

For a better man than the last.

[protect-daniel-james]

Uncle Harry getting his grubby old hands on another Twink

[arya-is-a-fanatic]

Wondering if I'm ever gonna see them together again😔

This makes me nervous but good nervous. Not the kind of nervous that the past few months have been making me feel.

[new-berry]

So a million years ago I had a fic friend (we lost touch ages ago) who used to frequently hand write a first draft. (This was when I was but a Youth.) She liked the pace of handwriting and felt it meant she got to know her characters and back when she started writing, in the subway or something meant a notepad. Got longish so let’s cut

She had BEAUTIFUL handwriting. And she would doodle little pictures and make borders and it was was so awesome. I was insanely jealous. I used to look forward to her drafts so much. (And her finished stories as well. )

Anyway I doodled a few thoughts for Alex Isak /Anthony Gordon and

1) didn’t have my glasses on

2) wrote quickly literally in the middle of working out between sets

3) it’s very hot and humid here and my hand was sweaty. Having said all of that if you can interpret this scribble you are maybe a doctor? I’ll put a translation underneath

Picking up quick fascinations. A pile of books a YouTube algorithm that was always at least one fascination/ fixation behind.

[protect-daniel-james]

sergioramos:

Top 5 - Most beautiful eyes || Frank Lampard

[protect-daniel-james]

Franko explaining why he can't get a job now since he is so busy with punditry.