#lucy greenwood

[thisbluespirit]

So I listened to Craddock and Co (BBC Radio 1993) not very long ago and fell in love. There were only three episodes, and no fandom at all. I have therefore been forced to resort to drawing the scene where Lucy Greenwood (newly arrived in London from Rochdale in 1899) meets her bookseller/detective Uncle Charles Craddock for the first time.

Anyway, life is to be lived and not endured, and playing Hamlet, like Christmas, should only happen once a year, to keep it special. <3<3<3

[clemjolichose]

you won't have to hide away - partie 3

Fandom : Nassau : la nuit des canons

Pairing : Anne Bonny x Mary Read, Jack Rackham x Stede Bonnet, Charles Vane x Lucy Greenwood

Nombre de mots : 716 mots

Avertissement : Violence, mort

Résumé : Qui est ce mystérieux personnage venant au secours de la fugitive ? Quelles sont ses motivations ? Serait-il un allié ?

Note d’auteurice : Vous pouvez aussi lire ce texte sur Wattpad ou AO3 ! Cette fanfiction, basée sur une comédie musicale indépendante, a plus d'un an et je suis fièr-e de vous la partager enfin !

Partie : 3/11 - Le Démon de Nassau

Partie 1 | Partie 2

Chanson : Run Boy Run de Woodkid

Le tintement du métal semblait effroyable dans le silence de la forêt. Mary se leva dès qu'elle put, avec la volonté d'aider quiconque l'avait sauvée. Elle se battit ainsi contre le corps de chasse de Calico, au côté d'une personne qu'elle n'avait encore pu voir. Mais le combat ne fut pas long puisque pour une obscure raison, Woodes Rogers fit battre les hommes en retraite. Stede Bonnet se tenait à ses côtés et venait de lui murmurer à l'oreille - c'était sûrement ce qui l'avait dissuadé de mener bataille. Tant mieux. Mary s'étira, sa chute ayant été douloureuse, et se tourna vers le mystérieux inconnu- la mystérieuse inconnue, à vrai dire. "Anne Bonny, lança Bonnet. Où est ton maître ? Il doit être perdu sans son soutien moral... -Oh, t'as pas un thé à siroter le petit doigt levé en léchant les bottes de la Navy ? répliqua la susnommée du tac au tac. T'es sur mes terres, et tu le sais très bien, alors dégage tes sales pattes d'ici avant que je ne déclenche un incident diplomatique." Le roi leva les mains en signe d'apaisement et récula doucement. Comme Rogers ne faisait pas de même, il le tira. "Je préfère ça." Anne Bonny rangea sa lame. Un dernier regard, et elle fit volte-face pour rejoindre son propre royaume. Mary Read la suivit en boitant, à cause de sa blessure, et tenta d'attirer son attention. "Eh ! Merci, pour- pour m'avoir défendue face à eux. -Je défends surtout mon territoire. La Navy n'a aucun droit sur Nassau, répliqua Anne avec énervement." Puis elle regarda Mary de la tête aux pieds. "Sympa le déguisement. T'as l'air d'avoir les épaules d'une pirate, dommage que t'en ai pas le nom. -C'est quoi le problème avec mon nom ?! -Mary Read ? C'est pas un nom de pirate ! -Et Anne Bonny alors ?!" Mary était vexée, et Anne ne faisait que rire. La première se relaxa tout de même, apaisée de sentir sa bienfaitrice aussi détendue et amicale auprès d'elle. Elle avait vraiment cru qu'elle allait tuer ce Stede Bonnet d'un regard...

Anne Bonny invita Mary dans la forteresse de Nassau, qui était à peu près le seul bâtiment se tenant sur les terres de Nassau, mais elle était bien remplie : des pirates en tout genre et de tous genres l'habitaient, bien que le port semblait bien vide. Nassau était pauvre et en difficulté, à côté de la resplendissante Calico, ou du troisième royaume de l'île, plus menaçant : La Vanerie. Les deux jeunes femmes traversèrent la place du marché, au sein de la forteresse, et se rendirent dans une taverne appelée Le Goulot des Sirènes. Encore une taverne, pensa Mary. À l'intérieure, elles saluèrent la propriétaire qu'Anne présenta brièvement : "Lucy Greenwood, la maman de tout le monde ici." Ladite Lucy sourit en saluant Mary. Elle avait un regard perçant, comme si elle pouvait percer tous les secrets d'une personne par sa simple vision. Et elle semblait déjà en voir long. Mary était un peu mal à l'aise de cette contemplation insistante, mais ne dit rien. De toute manière, Anne était en train d'expliquer sa bien mauvaise situation et en deux temps trois mouvements, Mary se retrouva à l'abri des regards, dans une chambre, sans pantalon, Lucy soignant sa jambe. Les crocs ne s'étaient pas enfoncés trop profondément et la blessure avait cessé de saigner pendant sa marche jusqu'à la forteresse, mais la propriétaire de la taverne semblait tout de même inquiète. "Anne m'a dit que c'est un chien de chasse de Bonnet qui t'a fait ça..." Elle se faisait étrangement plus douce que lorsqu'elle était derrière son bar. Mary pouvait voir pourquoi on disait d'elle qu'elle était la maman de tout le monde. Elle hocha la tête. "Que s'est-il passé ? -J'étais prisonnière de la Navy et- -Oh mon Dieu, Lucy la coupa-t-elle. C'est eux qui ont dû partir à ta recherche avec l'aide des chiens de chasse de Bonnet. -C'est ça, oui. Il y avait ce corsaire, Woodes Rogers." Lucy soupira. "Une chose est sûre, il ne te lâchera pas de sitôt. Mais ne t'en fais pas, Nassau te protégera." Elle sourit doucement en terminant de bander la jambe de Mary. "Et voilà, évite de marcher pendant deux-trois jours et tu seras sur pied en un rien de temps ! -Merci madame Greenwood- -Oh appelle-moi Lucy, la coupa-t-elle encore." Les deux femmes sursautèrent en entendant des cris au rez-de-chaussée. "Reste là." Lucy sortit précipitamment de la chambre.

[adascore]

One For The Money, Two For The Show

pairings: lionesses x captain!reader

warnings: swearing. england’s captain gets a red card for the very first time, and it doesn’t go down well with the team.

author’s note: first time writing for the woso community lol :) anyway, hope you guys like it !!

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''I went for the ball! You have eyes, right?''

The referee gave her a look, the same one a disappointed parent would give their child after letting out a swear word. ''Keep it clean, you know better.''

The England captain had raised an eyebrow at that last bit of the sentence, the officials usually not keeping her experience as a player in mind. Y/N just gave her a mindless nod, the yellow card was given- no need to fight it anymore.

''Clearly not a foul.'' Georgia said to her teammate, sticking out her hand for a subtle high-five.

Y/N chuckled at the midfielder’s words. ''Don’t worry about it, G.'' She slapped her hand, jogging back to her position.

The game continued, more yellow cards having been handed out to both the English and Scottish players. The referee’s patience seemed to have run out by some weird, unknown reason that none of the players had worked out.

Despite this, Y/N wasn’t too worried about her own yellow card. She’s had them plenty of times in the past, for the right and wrong reasons, so she was practically chilling on the pitch as her team led the match 3-0.

However, this changed as Hempo received her first card of the night.

She and the Manchester City player had a great friendship. Lauren joined the squad at a young age, and Y/N knew how hard it could be as the youngest of the team, so she took her under her wing. The younger one had been immensely grateful for the striker’s support, finding a role-model and older sister figure in her.

The captain hadn’t seen what had caused the referee to lift up the yellow card towards the winger, so she separated from the players as they were waiting on a corner, and walked over to the official.

''Why did you give her a yellow card?''

For some reason, the question was too much for the woman in the neon clothing, and without any words, she pulled the same card she had given out seconds ago and held it up high.

Realization dawned on her, the outcome of two yellow cards was one of the easiest rules in football.

Y/N didn’t even see the red card being brought out, her heart dropping to her stomach working as a distraction to her surroundings.

''No, no, no- what did I even do?'' As soon as the gears in her head started going again, her mouth started speaking.

The referee didn’t answer her question, simply letting out a deep breath as she could see the sea of Lionesses running up to her. ''Fucking hell, she didn’t even do anything!'' Rachel yelled, a big frown on her face as she fought her way to the front.

While a large number of her teammates argued back-and-forth with the referee, Millie and Alex brought their younger captain into their arms.

''It’s okay, don’t worry~'' They chorused, repeating the words over and over again, seeing the distress on their teammate’s face.

''I just asked her a question! I swear, it was just a question!'' Y/N defended herself, rambling almost.

''We know, we believe you, don’t worry about it.'' Alex assured her, feeling sad as she watched the captain’s distress unfold.

The referee tried getting closer, urging Y/N to get off the pitch. ''You have to get off now, Y/L!''

''Why are you giving me a fucking red card? I just asked you why Hempo got a yellow! What, we can’t ask questions now?'' She was going through all the stages, anger taking over as she pulled herself out of Millie and Alex’s embrace, stomping over to the referee.

''It was the tone, Y/N.'' She answered, although she didn’t seem too sure herself.

The striker’s eyes widened. ''What tone?! I asked you a simple question!'' She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

''You’re going to give red cards for questions now?!'' Ella spoke up, her voice booming above those of the others.

''Y/N, get off the pitch now, you’ve wasted enough time now.''

The captain had an uncharacteristic, defeated look on her face. She was about to take off her captain band, but a hand stopped her. ''No, you’re not going anywhere.'' Millie grabbed her arm, and gently dragged her behind herself, so the Chelsea player worked as a human shield between the referee and her teammate.

Y/N was touched by her team’s protectiveness. As the captain, she was often the one to stick up for others or argue with the officials a little longer than necessary if it pertained members of her squad. The fact that the center forward had never received a red card in her professional career, must have been an extra factor. She wasn’t a clean player, per say, but she knew how to toy with the boundaries of the game, and her great argumentative skills greatly helped in avoiding being booked.

''You alright?'' Lucy asked, pulling her further away from the chaos.

''I got a fucking red card, Luce! No! I am not okay!'' She let out, the older woman instinctively caressing her back at the visible frustration. ''You’re good, it’s alright.''

''It’s not- oh, fuck sake.'' Y/N swore, glancing away from Lucy to her teammates still fighting her red card with the referee.

LJ joined them, watching the chaos unfold. ''I turn around for one second, and suddenly everyone is running towards the ref.'' Lauren said, her indifferent tone making Lucy chuckle.

''The boss got a red.'' The Barcelona defender explained.

The youngest James sibling's eyes widened. "What? You?" She pointed at the captain, who nodded, unamused.

Y/N could see the official signaling for her to come closer, ignoring the arguments the Lionesses were giving her. ''You have to get off now, this is becoming a hazard. I’m not going to change my decision.'' She said, matter-of-fact.

It was evident that whatever the captain would tell her, would fall on deaf ears. ''Whatever, you’re fucking miserable.'' She looked her in the eyes as the insult was spoken, not an ounce in her mind or body caring about the consequences of it.

The truth was that she was the miserable one. It might have been naive of her to think she could go her entire career without receiving a red card, but she didn’t expect today to be the day.

She walked over to Millie, taking the captain's band off and handing it over, without saying anything further.

The rest of the English squad watched with sad eyes, and disheartened feelings as their captain, and arguably most important player, walked off the pitch with still double digits in game time left.

Sarina had jumped out of her seat the minute the referee pulled the second yellow card out of her pocket, infuriated over one of her key (and personal favorite) players being expelled from the game over something silly as asking why her teammate was being booked.

As Y/N passed her to go inside the tunnel, the Dutchwoman grabbed her hand, her eyes still on the game. ''We’ll talk, okay?'' Sarina didn’t expect an answer back, having worked with the player long enough to know she would want to chat with her about it.

It was a despairing sight to see the world-class player stroll all alone to the changing room, her usual confident aura replaced for hung shoulders, and eyes that told the entire world what she thought of herself.

Disappointing.

That was the best word she could come up with to summarize her feelings; disappointed in herself, disappointed in the officials, but above all, she felt like she had disappointed her team and staff- and as the captain, that was something hard to swallow.

She sat alone in the changing room- members of the staff figuring she wanted to be left on her own.

That changed as the door opened.

Keira had been subbed off a few minutes before the incident had happened, Katie taking her place on the midfield. She, along with the entire bench, had a hard time believing what was happening in front of them.

A bad feeling settled in her as Y/N walked off the pitch all by herself, not a single soul following her. Therefore, the Barcelona player excused herself and trailed their captain.

''You mind?'' She already knew the answer, but asking didn’t hurt.

Y/N shook her head, motioning for Keira to take the spot next to her. ''You? Never.''

''How you feeling?''

''Like shit.''

''Yeah, I predicted that.''

The striker chuckled at the monotone voice, feeling some sort of delight after what felt like forever. ''I’m so confused.''

''You’re not the only one. I didn’t hear what you said, but it couldn’t have been that bad for you to get another yellow- and don’t even get me started on the first one, obviously not a foul.'' Keira rambled, yet sounding sophisticated.

''I just- I feel like I let everyone down. I know we’re leading the game, but still- I should be out there playing. I’m the captain for fuck sake.'' Y/N swung her arm towards the door, before letting it fall on her knee with a hard slap.

Keira sighed at her words. ''You’re always so hard on yourself. No one is angry at you or disappointed.''

''I’m not hard on myself, Kei. I just have an important role in this team, so I can’t afford to make mistakes.'' The captain clarified, although it didn’t do much to dispute the midfielder’s words.

''Yeah, that sounds like someone who is not a perfectionist.'' The sarcastic tone didn’t escape Y/N, and she bumped their shoulders. ''No, but, come one. You know what I mean- not only do I have to keep the entire team together, I also have to score goals or make sure that someone else scores them.''

It was the first time she had truly expressed the pressure that was being put on her, she was known in the team for keeping it all to herself. Keira attentively listened, feeling almost honored it was her that the captain was venting to.

''I like the pressure, though. I know I can handle it, I’ve been doing that for years, I know I was only made captain cause Steph got injured, but it’s still a huge deal to me, you know? I know I don’t always say it, but it really does.''

''We know it does. You might not say it, but it shows. You’re the best captain I’ve ever got to work with, you have a way of getting everyone together.'' Keira interjected, complimenting her leadership skills.

Y/N raised her eyebrows at the praise. ''Best captain, huh? So better than Alexia?'' She mentioned the captain at Barcelona.

Keira lightly slapped her arm. ''Yeah, you like that, huh? Don’t tell her that, though.''

''You know I’ll tell her as soon as I get the chance.'' Of course the England captain wouldn’t mention it, but making her friend think that didn’t hurt.

''If that makes you smile, then I’ll take it.''

''You’re flattering me, Kei.'' Y/N muttered, not quite believing the praise that was coming out of her mouth.

The midfielder scoffed. ''Hey! I’m being genuine!'' She exclaimed, almost offended. ''Don’t let this one game affect your confidence. I know you like everything perfect, but these kinds of things are out of our hands,'' she referred to the referee’s decisions, ''you’re still the boss, you know? Or what did they say after the Euro’s… you’re an icon.''

The captain gave Keira a little shake at the mention of the compliment she had been given by a reporter after the final at Wembley, embarrassed by being called iconic. ''Oh, shut it, you!''

''It’s true, though! It stings right now, but you’ll get over it. By the time the next game comes around, no one will be talking about it anymore.'' Keira’s words did give her some comfort, knowing it was the truth.

''Yeah, I know… It was kinda cute, though- the way everyone was defending me.'' A small smile found its way to the player's face.

''You always do it for us, so it was time we all do it for you.'' She simply said, as if it was not a big deal.

Y/N did not answer, unsure of what an appropriate follow-up could be.

''Did you see Tooney’s face? I know she was being serious, but it was too good.'' Keira chuckled, reminding the captain of the way Ella immediately started yelling with a scowl.

The striker laughed a bit louder this time, starting to see the humour in the situation. ''Yeah, what a lovely girl.''

''She was ready to start a revolution for you. Probably still is.'' Keira grinned, enjoying the shift in Y/N's mood.

''And then you had LJ who didn't even know what was happening, she came up to me and Lucy- totally confused.'' Y/N explained. 

The midfielder bursted into laughter at Y/N's revelation. ''Wait, LJ didn't get the memo?''

''No, she just casually walked up to us and was like 'why is everyone running towards the ref?' I guess she thought it was a new halftime tradition or something. Lucy filled her in and her eyes almost bulged out of her head.'' The captain chuckled at the memory. 

''Classic LJ.'' Keira remarked. 

As they chatted, the sound of the crowd outside the changing room echoed, reminding Y/N of the ongoing game. 

''I should apologize to the team later.'' Y/N considered, realizing she hadn't addressed her teammates properly after the incident. 

''No, they know you're not the problem here. Besides, we all know you're not a fan of early showers.'' Keira teased. 

She chuckled at her friend's joke, but couldn't shake off the feeling of dejection. Keira noticed her demeanor was shifting again. 

''Don't worry about it, they know you didn't do anything wrong,'' Keira reassured her. ''Besides, half of them are probably still arguing with the referee about the whole situation.'' 

Y/N snorted at the mental image. ''True, they're a protective bunch.'' 

''Well, we've got a great, certain center forward to look up to,'' the Barcelona player winked, ''you're still our captain, Y/N. Red card or not.'' Keira added, a genuine smile on her face.

''Thanks, Kei,'' Y/N said, appreciating the support. She leaned back against the locker, trying to let go of the frustration that still lingered. 

''You know, you should focus on the positives,'' Keira suggested, her tone thoughtful. ''We're winning 3-0, and I'm sure the girls have got an extra motivation now.'' 

''I guess you're right,'' Y/N sighed, ''I just wanna fucking play.'' 

''I know, but you can still analyze, see things you wouldn't notice on the pitch.'' 

''Always the optimist,'' the captain teased, a small smile breaking through. ''I'll try to channel my inner tactical genius from the sidelines.'' 

As they continued chatting, a sudden knock echoed through the changing room, drawing both Y/N and Keira's attention. The door swung open, and in walked another teammate, a familiar face with a sheepish expression. 

''Are you fucking kidding me, Hempo?'' The striker exclaimed, though there was an amused grin present. 

Lauren shrugged her shoulders, sitting down in her cubby. ''I figured I'd join the exclusive red card club with the captain.'' 

''Seems like it's the trend today.'' Keira added, joining in on the laughter. 

''Y/N always tells me to just follow her lead, so…'' 

''Hempo, this isn't what I meant by that.'' 

The trio shared more laughs as they bantered through their early exits of the game. The tension of the match outside seemed to disappear as they focused on their camaraderie. 

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[lucawrites11]

the lionesses biggest problems against france and my solutions

keira walsh unable to lose her marker

the lack of a left footed centreback

poor defending of corners especially from hampton

terrible substitutions

a lack of speed and players in the box

a lack of creativity in line-ups making us completely predictable

okay, let's look at these problems in depth:

sarina loves a 4-3-3 or 4-2-3-1 looking something like this:

however this line-up has multiple problems. the first is that it's predictable, it is a slight modification of the same line-up with the same people that has been used since the euros except it no longer has the same level of success because the opposition has figured out it's weaknesses.

the first major risk is the reliance of Keira Walsh. Germany had figured this out by the Euros Final. as one of the best holding midfielder in the world, she's absolutely crucial in terms of the passes she provides forward and her ball recovery but if you just put one player on her all game (in France's case it was Kenza Dali) you can mark her out and remove England's ball recovery ability and ensure that they struggle to get the ball forward.

Another weakness is that if Sarina choses to start Greenwood, as she did yesterday, there is no defender with a good left foot and that leaves the defence vulnerable and also limits the connection that Hemp can have with her full-back down the left. Furthermore, without Lauren James, Ella Toone doesn't provide the same speed running in behind in the 10 role and that switch with Russo to allow Russo to overload the midfield and start goal scoring play. It was something that she did multiple times against France but Toone didn't make her way into the box like James and there is no finishing. English is struggling without that out and out striker, and Lauren James compensated for that gap. Without James, speed in the frontline is also lost, leaving Hemp the fastest forward player and no one chasing after her to get into the box with her.

Also loosing Earps meant that Hampton was shaky and thrown off coming on and she has never been as strong at set piece defending. Khiara may be a better option to defend set pieces where France are deadly but that's too much pressure for a debut game almost. I would like to see Khiara get her first England cap in the next Ireland match to allow be more of an option for Sarina as competition for Earps and Hampton. Sarina also failed in terms of not making a subsitution until the seventieth minute and bringing on experience where England clearly needed more speed and fresh legs. Leaving Jess Naz, Grace Clinton and Jess Park's speed on the bench was criminal.

what's the solution?

in my opinion, sarina has to use an entirely new line-up that does a few things:

either takes Walsh off the pitch or uses a midifeld overload that allows her more freedom

brings more speed into the attacking line

places a winger or ten behind Russo with the ability to get into the box

makes space for a left-footed centreback

there are a few options:

3-4-3

this is my least favourite option. it solves the keira walsh problem by taking her off the pitch but that leaves stanway as the sole holding midfielder. furthermore, it gives space for a left footed centreback in alex greenwood but it means bronze is pushed into the midfield which she can play effectively and would allow for speed in the attack but can leave a defensive hole on the wings. also without a clear left midfielder (carter could maybe play where i've place clinton and if she does, clinton should replace kirby). however clinton has speed to get into the box and as does kirby. this is also tiring for the midfield however england does have the midfield depth to bring on in park.

4-4-2 (diamond)

4-4-2 is on the left and the diamond option is on the right

both are strong choices for this england side and i think that hemp can also play up front next to russo with mead on the right with bronze and clinton or stanway on the left. two centre-forwards in russo and mead/hemp allows the centrebacks to be occupied and for a high press which can interfere with the french attempt to play out from the back that they love. clinton allows has the pace to run in behind when russo or mead manage to steal the ball allowing for a quick counter attack. four in the midfield can also overload the three that the french place in the there and challenge their ability to mark keira walsh out of the game. furthermore, a strong press in russo and hemp/mead allows the midfield be bypassed because the four doesn't always provide a full overload. two upfront can also compensate for when russo drops into the midfield and to hold up the ball, this also allows for the full overload with five in the midfield to pull markers off keira. with a strong left back in greenwood who can play centreback, williamson can also drop into the midfield for an overload. a four at the back with the left-footed defender allows for a deep block if the ball is lost, something that is likely to happen if france play in the midfield again.

3-5-2

this is my favourite line-up

the five in the midfield allows for a complete overload that can release walsh and give her the freedom to pass forward. furthermore, there is the left-footed centreback in greenwood. bronze and hemp playing as wing-backs also allows for a deep block when they drop back and they are both fast at getting both back and forward on the defense and attack which can be the main weakness of this line-up however bronze and hemp can play well as wing-backs. furthermore, bronze, hemp and clinton can overload the final third to support the high press of russo and mead that ensures players in the box and speed on a break to that can work quickly to throw off a french defense and a build up of play from the back

i think this will solve a lot of england's problems going forward and back and release keira walsh in the midfield as well as throwing france off with a new line-up that they wouldn't be expecting

i would also like to see jess park and aggie beever-jones up front to provide support as a striker for alessia russo or speed in behind replacing grace clinton

[totaly-obsessed]

England Lionesses winning the 2022 Euros Appreciation

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Lionesses Appreciation

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[leahsgirl]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ current wips ⋆⭒˚.⋆ last updated: 2/9/24

just to let you guys know i didn’t die but writers block has killed me off. 🥰

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who i take requests for here

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leah williamson

⭑ take care of you

⭑ jealousy on tap

⭑ are we really pretending?

⭑ home

⭑ reunited

⭑ secret admirer

⭑ the other woman

⭑ love makes you do the dumbest things (or just makes you dumb)

⭑ never let me go

⭑ well this is new

lucy bronze

⭑ possessive

⭑ pride on the pitch

⭑ back to you

alessia russo

⭑ the aussie effect

⭑ casual released

ella toone

⭑ secrets out

⭑ dramatic much released

stina blackstenius

⭑ hopelessly oblivious

niamh charles

⭑ baby bump

untitled fics for:

⭑ leah williamson, ella toone, lucy bronze, stina blackstenius, georgia stanway, grace clinton, alessia russo, alex greenwood, katie mccabe, niamh charles, kyra cooney-cross, victoria pelova, chloe kelly and many more!!

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🇮🇪 vs 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 at the Aviva Stadium 🏟️

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The 2023 FIFA FIFPRO Women's #World11:

11 players, chosen by players.

[incognito-girl]

all my gfs in one place! hope they don’t find out about eachother fr 🙁

[clemjolichose]

you won't have to hide away - partie 4

Fandom : Nassau : la nuit des canons

Pairing : Anne Bonny x Mary Read, Jack Rackham x Stede Bonnet, Charles Vane x Lucy Greenwood

Nombre de mots : 665 mots

Avertissement : Violence, mort

Résumé : Mary Read rencontre un nouveau personnage haut-en-couleur. Les liens politiques se font et se défont sous ses yeux - quel avenir atteint l'île et ses trois royaumes ?

Note d’auteurice : Vous pouvez aussi lire ce texte sur Wattpad ou AO3 ! Cette fanfiction, basée sur une comédie musicale indépendante, a plus d'un an et je suis fièr-e de vous la partager enfin !

Partie : 4/11 - Jack Rackham

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Chanson : Run Boy Run de Woodkid

Lucy entra dans la taverne avec la crainte d'y voir encore une bagarre de comptoir. Il n'en était rien. "John Calico Jack Rackham, qu'est-ce que tu fous au sol ?" Anne Bonny éclata de rire. "Il s'est rétamé, il marche plus droit !" Elle tenait une bouteille visiblement entamée. Jack se redressa rapidement et chancela. "Elle m'a fait un croche-pied !" Il accusait Anne, son doigt appuyé sur son épaule, essayant de la pousser. Elle riait toujours aux éclats et ne bougeait pas d'un iota. Lucy soupira, ses poings sur ses hanches. "Allez vous asseoir. J'ai déjà une blessée en haut, j'en veux pas deux ! C'est pas un hôpital ici ! -Oh, ça va, c'est pas une petite chute qui va le tuer ! se défendit Anne, mais elle s'exécuta." Les deux pirates s'installèrent et discutèrent par des chuchotements grossiers - l'envie était là, mais en pratique... ils étaient plus proches des cris. Lucy secoua la tête en s'installant à son bar pour servir quelques clients. Après tout, elle s'était absentée plus de quarante minutes et Anne Bonny en avait profité pour être déraisonnable. Elle ne voulait pas que cela se reproduise. Tout à coup, Rackham siffla bruyamment, les yeux rivés vers la porte qui menait à l'étage. Anne et Lucy suivèrent son regard et la dernière intervint : "Mary ?! Je viens de te dire d'éviter de marcher !" Mais la jeune femme ne répondit rien, parce que Rackham s'était déjà levé et accroché à elle. "Bonjour mademoiselle, que nous vaut le plaisir de votre présence... sympathique, ici ?" Son doigt glissa le long de son bras jusque son épaule. Il flirtait indiscrètement, avec un brin de moquerie. Forcément, Mary ne portait qu'un short très court - elle avait découpé son pantalon pour ne garder que le tissu intact, la plupart ayant été tâchée de sang ou déchirée. Lucy voulut la tirer de là, mais Anne fut plus rapide. Elle tira Jack par le bras, le faisant presque tomber. "Hey, elle est pas intéressée. -Mh, c'est un comble, je suis entre deux jolies jeunes femmes et aucune des deux n'est sensible à mon corps d'Apollon." Il ondula son corps d'une façon ridicule, qui fit éclater de rire Anne. "Tu te fous la honte, Jack. -La honte ? Ça n'existe pas ça !" Il se pencha vers elle comme pour lui faire la leçon mais perdit l'équilibre et tomba sur elle. "Mais où est-ce que tu étais pour avoir bu autant ?! -À Calico, y'a encore beaucoup de rhum là-bas ! s'enthousiasma-t-il en se redressant, un bras levé en célébration. Alors qu'ici... on est plutôt a sec." Anne soupira, réellement ennuyée cette fois-ci. "Ça va revenir. On va se refaire. Mais si t'étais pas tout le temps fourré ailleurs, on pourrait mettre au point un plan pour aller voler les vivres dont on a besoin." La reine avait l'air d'avoir dessaoulé très vite. Lucy pinça ses lèvres. "Et il faudrait vous dépêcher, demanda-t-elle. Je ne veux pas vous alarmer... mais je n'ai bientôt plus assez pour nourrir tout le monde à l'allure où vous descendez mes réserves. -Je peux vous aider, coupa Mary, rappelant sa présence dans la discussion." Anne lui sourit. "Avec plaisir, tous les bras sont bons à prendre." Elle serra sa main. "Bon. Autant s'y mettre tout de suite. -Sage décision, commenta Lucy, apparemment irritée." Anne et Mary s'assirent à une table. Jack les suivit d'une démarche aléatoire, entre le déhanché et le boitement. Il se laissa tomber sur une chaise entre elles, suivant leur dialogue : "On a plusieurs solutions, commença Anne. On peut essayer de demander de l'aide, à Stede ou à Charles... -Charles ? demanda Mary. -Monseigneur de la Vanerie, lâcha Jack en faisant claquer sa langue contre son palais. Crois-moi, tu ne veux pas être son ennemie. -C'est le pirate le plus sanguinaire de l'île, clarifia Anne. J'irais le voir s'il le faut. Toi, tu pourras t'occuper de Stede." Jack hocha la tête. "Avec plaisir." Mary se sentit lésée : "Et moi ? -Mh, comme tu peux pas trop bouger, tu pourrais assister Lucy dans le décompte des ressources." Read hocha la tête, déçue. Et avec ça, elle ne participa plus à la discussion animée entre les deux meilleur-es ami-es.

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Sorry but this photo is sending me

Grace the ballerina

Lucy face

Then Alex and Aggie in the background

😂😂😂😂

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my optimal lionesses line-up v ireland

i am going to this match and i am not afraid to insult sarina from my seat loudly if she doesn't play younger players for this one

A lot of players are on yellows and one more will put them out for the Sweden game so this is the main consideration in the creation of this line-up. It's two yellows for a suspension, Jess Carter, Ella Toone, Leah Williamson, Lucy Bronze and Chloe Kelly are all on one. This is also one of the easier games in the group and an opportunity to play some younger players.

Alessia Russo may be injured after leaving last week's camp early with a hamstring injury in training but I think that was minor and mostly precautionary however if she's not ready to play a full 90, I would like to see Aggie Beever-Jones start in her place. They've tried starting Lauren Hemp in the nine before and it regularly fails to produce goals. However, if Aggie Beever-Jones starts, I would like to see Fran Kirby over Grace Clinton to bring more experience to that front line and introduce someone that Aggie is more familiar with playing with rather than two young players connecting through that central channel to create a line-up like this:

Okay, so justifying my other choices. Firstly, England needs to start introducing a more consistent staring line-up for chemistry and game plans. This is not possible in the defence but consistency can be carried over in the attack and midfield with the exception of Grace Clinton. Hence, my choices of Russo, Hemp and Mead up front. I think they need all the chances to build up their chemistry possible so England can start scoring the goals they need to score. This especially comes with how they understand each other's movement. Clinton can slip into this as the best like-for-like replacement for Toone who can get up front to compensate for Russo's runs that create a midfield overload much needed for chances through the centre especially with both Wubben-Moy and Williamson unavailable to make these runs from the defence.

However, England will likely benefit from Ireland's lack of a midfielder with the talents to mark Keira Walsh out of the game which is why I have deemed it okay not to play Williamson and miss out on her midfield overloads that free up Walsh and allow her to make her crucial chance creating passes through the midfield. England will also benefit from Clinton's speed, allowing more of these passes to capitalise on as she can outrun her markers. Stanway and Walsh are further irreplaceable in the midfield, although I would accept Park in Stanway's role however with two inexperienced defenders, England would benefit from experiences in the midfield.

With all the yellow cards and injuries, England is limited in the defence. As a result, Greenwood despite being a stronger player at centre-back is the best option at left-back and fortunately links up well with Lauren Hemp so this isn't the worst scenario for England. However, it does leave England without a left-footed centre-back. Both Morgan and Le Tissier can play at right-back. However, with McCabe preferring the wings to score goals (though let's face it we have no fucking idea where she's going to play and quite frankly she shouldn't be given a positional label any more, she should just be called an outfield player because she plays fucking everywhere), it is better to play the more experiences player at right-back to possibly counter this and that would be Maya Le Tissier. However, Esme Morgan and Maya Le Tissier's positions in the starting line-up are interchangeable for me.

I want to see Keating make her competitive debut sooner rather than later, as a result, I think this would be the perfect time to give her a chance. She had minutes in the game against the Netherlands and with no friendlies coming up soon, I think this may be the only opportunity. If both Hampton and Earps are injured, she is the keeper we would turn to and she needs some competitive experience to remove the pressure and give England and herself the best chances in the future. She is a stronger keeper than most in the WSL and with Greenwood and Morgan in front of her she will be in the unique position of playing with a familiar defence to guide her.

If Niamh Charles makes the match day squad and Maya Le Tissier returns to the reserves, I would like to see Millie Turner play the centre back role alongside Millie Bright. In that scenario, Esme Morgan would take up the right back role to look something like this. (Left if Russo isn't fully fit and right if she is.)

Substitutes

With Mary Earps and Niamh Charles still recovering from injury, the match day squad (limited to 23 players) would be:

(players in italics are on a yellow and at risk of a suspension)

Hannah Hampton, Khiara Keating, Lucy Thomas/Anna Moorhouse Lucy Bronze, Alex Greenwood, Millie Bright, Leah Williamson, Jess Carter, Esme Morgan, Maya Le Tissier, Millie Turner Keira Walsh, Fran Kirby, Georgia Stanway, Ella Toone, Grace Clinton, Jess Park Lauren Hemp, Beth Mead, Chloe Kelly, Alessia Russo, Aggie Beever-Jones, Jess Naz

I think it would be sensible to give Charles and Earps a little more time, especially Charles, ahead of this game and not name her to the squad especially with the limits already placed on the defensive by the yellow cards and it being key that Le Tissier, as a right back replacement for Lucy Bronze, is named in the match day squad.

I do not trust this squad not to get yellow cards against Ireland despite managing it last time out, especially Lucy Bronze. Quite frankly, some of the players not on yellows are quite literally bloody miracles (*cough* Georgia Stanway *cough* *cough*)

Personally, I am a little disappointed in the match day squad as it would be a good space for Bo Kearns to make a debut off the bench and I think she would do very well against Liverpool and she's in the unique position of being one of the few future English midfielders who can play in a defensive midfield position. The lack of depth in the defensive midfield role hurt England in their matches while Keira Walsh was injured with Katie Zelem one of the few other English options available in this role and nowhere near the standard of Keira Walsh however I think Bo Kearns, despite being more of a central midfielder, does have the ability to learn this role and slip into it much like Patri Guijarro is able to do at Barcelona. I would like to see her make the squad over a player on a yellow card as a tactical decision. Ella Toone is probably the best option as a like-for-like change in the midfield squad list.

Considering this, this is the substitutes that I would like to see made throughout the game.

And if Russo is not ready for a full 90, these are the substitutes that I want to see made:

These crucial substitutes would allow England to keep the experience and also allow young players to get game time ahead of the 2025 Euros something that is crucial for developing a game plan similar to the one that won England the 2024 Euros. With qualifiers for both the World Cup and Euros getting increasingly difficult, there will be no more opportunities like Luxembourg and North Macedonia to give young players a chance and they are going to have to get their chances in these matches. Jess Naz, Aggie Beever-Jones, Missy Bo Kearns, Maya Le Tissier, Grace Clinton, Jess Park and Esme Morgan will all be crucial to England's future success and they need to get the chance at some point and these substitutions will be the way to give it to them. For me, the most crucial players to play with be Beever-Jones, Keating and Naz.

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communication (lionesses x OC, alessia russo x OC) - series masterlist

this one has been stewing since before the wwc, and i'm finally finding the motivation to put all these strings of plot and feelings into a cohesive piece of work. it's not the best, but it's been comforting to write. i hope you enjoy!

series warnings and themes: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, talks of abuse, depression, homophobia, i'll add more as they come. i will also do my best to add more specific tags and warnings on each chapter as required.

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this story follows a character named sim (short for simran - pronounced sim-rin).

blurb from chapter one below:

sim sighed, mustering up any remaining courage she could.

"go on," the soft voice of the team's head coach urged, nudging her gently. tightening her grip on the knob of her crutch, sim pushed the door open and took a few tentative steps into the locker room. she let out the breath she was holding, realizing that none of them had yet noticed her presence.

sim took a moment to absorb the sight in front of her. the lionesses, in all their glory, having a laugh as one millie bright held a training shirt out of the reaches of ella toone, a smirk on her face as the younger (and shorter) footballer jumped up and down.

"hey, girls," sarina called out to the room, gathering the attention of group. a hush fell over the group as they turned toward the locker room entrance. "we've found someone to fill the position of social media manager. this is sim," the woman said, motioning for sim to step forward.

taking in a deep breath, she waved shyly, letting out a soft "hi" in greeting. the weight of the team's gaze rested heavy on the young girl, speculative eyes analyzing her figure. though sim wasn't going to actually play on the team, she was aware that her role as the social media manager meant she'd be spending quite a bit of time with these girls, following them around training and travelling with them to matches and camps. she desperately wanted to be liked by them, if not for her own personal sense of validation, then at least for the fact that it would make her job much easier.

ella toone was the first one to speak. "what's with the crutch?" the question was quickly followed by a sharp squeak, as millie elbowed the girl in her side, the rest of the girls letting out an exasperated sigh at the invasive question.

sim's lips quirked up in a smile, the worry in her chest easing a bit. this will be a riot, she thought to herself.

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chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six