#magdas so cute!!

[whitneysumbrella]

Magda: "Fancy seeing you here, arsehole. Here, bought myself one for a change - figured I'd pay you back for all my mooching off."

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(OOC) Magda's Maker: Hello! I saw your blog and Whitney so I immediately followed! 😁 Looking forward to seeing your blog grow! 💜

"How cute." Whitney smirks, his eyes darting towards the cigarette between your fingertips. The bully already happened to be busy in hand with one, flicking the ashes towards the ground. As you take the flame to your mouth, his eyes narrow before his grip tightens on the umbrella within his other hand. + Whitney's Lust

He cleared his throat, dropping his cig to the wet grass, putting it out with his boot.

"I didn't think you had the guts to go get them on your own. Glad my lessons are helping."

[alexbkrieger13]

[pinayelf]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the wonderful @greypetrel ❤️ thank you!

Still working on more oc portraits for my oc page! I’m now on Magda, who is lord otranto’s younger sister, I thought it would be fun to make an oc that’s related to a minor character (+ sneak peak of finished Gabe bc that’s the style I’m doing these portraits)

Some misc fun things, a Bridgerton-esque au for Amihan and Nate 😳 and some cute summer immy doodles 🌺

[pernillecfcw]

They are so cute🥹💙

[sioraiocht]

~ @storyofwhoiam || 🌈 for a random encounter starter - cressida @ magda ~

Magda's eyes glinted, eyes fascinated as she watched the dancers twirling around the room. There was nothing she enjoyed more than a ball. It was a chance to leave the house, an escape from the loneliness that allowed her to get lost in the beauty of the dresses and the music. It would be more enjoyable if she knew someone at the balls but she hadn't yet managed to make any acquaintances, aside from her cousin who was housing her for the season. He was rather dull though so she'd much prefer to stand alone and enjoy the desserts.

As she debated over what cake to choose, her fan knocked against a woman's hand and Magda's expression turned apologetic. "I'm terribly sorry - It seems to have a mind of its own this evening." Eyes lifted, caught unawares by how striking the woman was. "Could be worse -" Her lips lifted into a smile. "At least I didn't knock you into the cakes and ruin your beautiful dress."

[updownlately]

magda with puppers

[magdasabs]

captain's column, 22.01.23

[simsbyyelhsa]

Mama Magda making some pancakes for the family :D

[wizardfvcker]

I KNEW THAT MOTHERFUCKER WAS IN ON IT. NEVER TRUST A PRIEST!!!!

[kwiecista]

Okay, Magda’s honestly just going to give food baskets again this Christmas because I’m tired, but you can go ahead and like this post if your muse wants one.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Sleepy

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Magda comes home from training

Pernille injures her knee during the match against Essen. She scored a goal before it though so it wasn't a total waste but it was still horrible to watch her have to exit the pitch.

She's been stuck at home for most of her rehab while Magda continues to go to training.

It's a little hard going because Magda worries from a distance, barely conversing with her teammates at the end of the day. You've been staying at home too, insisting on helping Pernille get better because that's what your mothers did for you.

Magda worries over you too. Pernille's got such a limited range of motion now that she worries if you're getting everything done that you need to like brushing your teeth or eating your lunch.

Pernille can be a bit of a pushover when it comes to that kind of stuff when she's injured and Magda doesn't really like you snacking through the day rather than eating a proper meal.

It's probably why she speeds home every day when practice is over. It's ingrained into her now even though she comes home to a similar thing every time.

Usually, Pernille's set up on the sofa with her leg stretched out while you're either next to her or sitting on the floor. You usually have some toys spread out in front of you or maybe you're focussed on whatever show Pernille's put on to keep you both occupied.

Today though, as Magda enters the house and throws down her bags, she sees a different sight.

Pernille's passed out asleep on the sofa. She's clearly gotten one of the pillows from their bed because she's clutching at it with one hand as she snoozes.

A blanket is thrown over her body, one of the lightweight ones that you like to wrap around your shoulders and pretend is a cape. Speaking of you, you're curled up next to her.

Pernille's other hand is being used to press your little body close to hers. It's a safety thing more than anything, to make sure that you don't roll off the sofa in your sleep, but it still brings a fond smile to Magda's face.

You're buried under the blanket too but Magda can just see a hint of the pyjama top that you haven't changed out of. Clearly, it's been a lazy day for everyone but Magda because she has no doubt that if you haven't gotten dressed properly then Pernille hasn't gotten dressed properly either.

You look so soft and cute though so Magda pushes down her jealousy at not having a lazy day with her girls. You snuffle a little bit as you wriggle in your sleep, smacking your lips together and Magda just watches you both for several seconds.

When you eventually settle, she smiles and goes to change.

She'd already showered at training so all she needs to do now is put away her bag and get changed. She's been training all day but it doesn't mean that she can't join in on the rest of your lazy day now that she's home.

"Hey, princesse," She coos to you when she returns in her pyjamas.

You're in that odd state of inbetween where you're still asleep but also, somehow, awake too. Your eyes flutter open.

"Hi, Morsa," You say, your voice soft and groggy with sleep. You slowly lift your fuzzy head and Morsa cradles it gently.

"Aren't you all sleepy? How was your nap?"

You make a few grumbling sounds as if they communicate how you feel before sitting upright. The blanket falls from your body.

Magda was right. You were still in your pyjamas - a pair of fuzzy trousers and your Lyon van de Donk shirt. It's been chosen for this week's sleepytime top.

You usually cycle through football shirts for bedtime because they're all too big for you and make you feel all nice and cosy. Last week it had been Keira Walsh's Barcelona shirt and the week before that it had been Alexia's Spain one.

You yawn and rub at your eyes.

"Momma's still hurt," You say," But she's okay."

"That's good." Magda reaches out to tickle your tummy. "And what about you? Are you okay?"

You nod. "We had a lazy day so we ate pancakes and had a little sleep." You yawn again.

"Are you still tired?"

"Uh-huh."

Magda smiles as she helps pull you from Pernille's grip. "Well, there's not much space for me on the sofa so why don't you head on up to the big bed and I'll get Momma?"

It's clear that you're excited but your movements are still sluggish because you shuffle up the stairs to the Big Bed, snagging the blanket on the way.

That makes Pernille wake up, blindly reaching for where her previous warmth has gone.

"Hey," Magda says," How's your knee?"

Pernille makes a face as she sits up. "It's fine. Where's Princesse?"

"Upstairs," Magda says," I promised sleepytime cuddles in the big bed."

"Hmm. That's generous of you. Can you just leave me to my nap?"

"We're napping upstairs." Magda helps Pernille to her feet, supporting her weight all the way up the stairs.

"Hmm. That's nice."

It's clear that Pernille is halfway to sleep again so Magda settles her in bed quickly.

Automatically, Pernille's arms are out to wrap around you, curling herself around you protectively.

You're asleep again too and Magda slips into bed to join you both.

Pernille adjusts herself to rest her head against Magda's shoulder as she presses a soft kiss to it. "How was training?"

"Go back to sleep," Magda replies," You're still exhausted. We can talk about training later."

[alexbkrieger13]

Sara Bjork’s pregnancy story shocked women’s football, but it’s different at Chelsea

Everyone at Chelsea has been so supportive of Melanie Leupolz before, during and after her pregnancy. Her baby boy has even become our mascot!

Possibly the biggest story in women’s football so far this year has been that of Iceland captain Sara Bjork winning her case against her former club Lyon after they stopped paying her when she got pregnant.

I read her account on the Players’ Tribune and it is fair to say it raised questions about the culture of women’s football and attitudes towards pregnancy and motherhood. The same goes for Reading captain Emma Mukandi’s comments recently questioning the maternity conditions available to WSL players.

Both stories created headlines but I would like to paint a different, more encouraging, picture for you. Last weekend my Chelsea team-mate Melanie Leupolz was back in our matchday squad for the first time since giving birth in September.

Since the day she surprised us by announcing her pregnancy, everything has been positive inside our club surrounding Melanie. We have had open discussions and shared in her joy. Not for a second was there a feeling of “she won’t be able to play now”.

We were actually in a meeting room expecting something on tactics when we found out. An ultrasound scan appeared on the screen and her name was there at the top: Melanie Leupolz. She then stood up and told us and the response was like she had won an award.

We had a baby shower for her and a goodbye meal before she went back to Germany to give birth. When we played at Paris-Saint Germain in the Champions League in October she paid us a surprise visit with her baby boy.

Where Emma Mukandi said her baby was not welcome at her club’s training ground, things could not be more different with Melanie.

Of course, there are certain restrictions regarding times and places but the staff and team have welcomed Melanie’s baby with open arms. Whenever he is around the training ground, everyone just lights up – he is like a little mascot and gets passed around. He is such a happy baby and puts a smile on everyone’s face.

Melanie even brought him and his nanny along to our mid-winter training camp in Spain, and it was cool to see the club allow that. When we got emailed the squad list for that trip, Melanie’s name was there and his below – like he had been called up too, which was so cute.

If I am giving you a positive picture, I acknowledge that pregnancy does raise big question marks for female athletes. In some ways, things will never be the same and you have to make sacrifices. And if you do not have a partner who can look after the baby, there is the financial cost of childcare.

Yet I am optimistic things are changing for the better. The WSL took a forward step, for example, with the introduction of a league-wide maternity policy for the first time ahead of this current season. This means a player going on maternity leave is paid 100 per cent of her weekly wage, as well as any other remuneration and benefits, for the first 14 weeks before reverting to the statutory rate. Emma Mukandi has said it is not enough but it is a start at least.

Going back to Melanie, the specialist support she has received has been wonderful. We are fortunate at Chelsea to have help from a sport scientist called Georgie Bruinvels who is a consultant with our menstrual cycles, and she was in weekly contact with Melanie even while she was back in Germany.

With the break from playing football, Melanie was able to focus on other aspects of her body, including building up the strength in her glutes and her hamstrings. Crucially, the club engaged a pelvic-floor physiotherapist to work with her too

What impresses me is how quickly Melanie has got her fitness back. I know her sleep is not the same – as you would expect – but she has surprised herself with her physical condition since coming back at the end of November. It is important not to rush back, though, and she finally rejoined us in full training at the start of this month.

Melanie is not the first team-mate I have seen bounce back after having a baby. A couple of years ago, my Sweden colleague Elin Rubensson recorded her best sprint-test speed six months after giving birth.

I am fascinated by the science of this and Georgie at the club explained to me this week that during pregnancy, a woman’s heart rate and the oxygen-carrying capacity in her blood increases – after all, her heart has to pump for two. For athletes who continue to train during pregnancy, these benefits can last longer than the usual six to 12 weeks after giving birth and bring performance improvements.

As Georgie added: “Quite a few people are known to have improved their personal best in track and field, for example. There are cases of athletes coming back and being better, partly because their body has gone through this process.” In short, keep a close eye on Melanie in the weeks ahead!

[simmalooks]

favorite hairstyles pt. 1

I have so many favorite hairs this is barely even a start, so I will be posting more another day <333 hope you enjoy these!

Left to right:

01: Liza hair by @sehablasimlish 02: Amalina hair by @laeska 03: Julia hair by @clumsyalienn 04: Grande hair by @simcelebrity00 05: Amber hair by @twisted-cat 06: Jazzy hair by @daylifesims 07: Magda hair by @goamazons 08: Maximus hair by @johnnysimmer

Hair 01 and 06 are using Bangs 06 by @daylifesims.

Thank you to all of the amazing CC creators for making these super cute hairstyles <333

[pernillecfcw]

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[kamotecue]

an untold story ∞ j. fleming

pairing: jessie fleming x reader

summary: you were her untold story, a story that she’d never tell. but when a sea of chelsea players ended up finding an old camcorder on her coffee table, they’d never expected what would happen. swedish-canadian!reader

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a group of three took a seat on the couch, waiting for their freckled teammate who had gotten stuck in london traffic. it was supposed to be bonding time between the group of four, but it just so happens that the owner of the apartment got stuck in traffic buying ingredients for their get-together.

“a camcorder?” niamh said, as she carefully grabbed the camcorder she saw on the table. penille looked at the british woman who just gave her a lopsided grin.

magda just sighed, it was like there were two children that she had to take care of. niamh opened it, turning it on to see that it was working and it was in a good shape.

of course, it was—it held memories of her first love, and she wishes that they would be their last. niamh looked at the videos that were in the sd card to see jessie with an unfamiliar girl?

“it’s baby canada.” niamh said, chuckling at how young jessie looked. despite the canadian being in her mid twenties, she still had the baby face.

“wait, is this y/n?” niamh said, as she had gotten a closer look at the video. madga raised her eyebrows at the mention of her swedish teammate.

“what do you mean, niamh?” magda gave the british woman a look, as niamh passed her the camcorder. magda’s eyes widened as she realized it really was y/n.

“y/n l/n?” penille asked, as she played against the young defender. not only that but the love of her life was quite protective of her.

“they knew each other?” niamh shrugged, but stood up in realization.

“they were teammates in the youth levels, before she represented the swedish team.” niamh commented, forgetting the small piece of information.

magda hummed, but she had accidentally press the start button. she tried to exit the video, but she couldn’t.

the video started, a younger looking y/n was seen. a look of amusement was shown on her face.

“freckles, why are you behind the camera.” a 12 year old looking y/n asked, jessie’s chuckle was heard.

“i’m usually the one in front of the camera, n/n. let me be the videographer once.” y/n had a lopsided grin.

“alright, what are your questions for me, älskling?” magda raised her eyes at the swedish endearment, but felt her heart swoon.

“what would you like to be in 5 years?” jessie showed a peace sign in front of the view, as y/n playfully shoved her finger away.

“hopefully on the senior team, playing alongside you.” niamh chuckled at your answer, you weren’t however. but you did play together on the youth levels. penille gushed at how cute the young defender was, while magda had a soft smile.

“if you weren’t a footballer, what sport would you play?” y/n looked deep in thought, as she hummed.

“track and field, or perhaps badminton?” younger jessie chuckled, as y/n gave her a soft glare.

“i want you in the video with me, please?” y/n gave her a pout, as jessie sighed before taking a seat right near y/n. magda watched as jessie’s right hand became intertwined with y/n’s left hand.

“favorite footballer?” y/n looked at jessie with a smile, as she poked the young midfielder’s nose.

“you, freckles.” y/n said, as the video came to an end.

“so they’re childhood friends.” penille said, as niamh had her eyebrows furrowed.

“how come we don’t know this?” she asked, as magda gave her a soft shrug.

“there’s another one.” niamh said, playing it. it was jessie and y/n in their teenage years, more specifically 16-17.

“hi, i’m jessie and i’m with-“ the intro started as jessie gave y/n a soft look.

“y/n l/n.” y/n said, as jessie playfully pushed y/n who chuckled at her expression.

“more specifically, my girlfriend.” the trios eyes widened at the revelation. niamh had her hand over her mouth, as magda quirked her eyebrows up, and penille just gasped.

“yes, i’m jessie’s girlfriend.” y/n had grabbed jessie’s free hand, and placed a gentle yet loving kiss on the dorsal side (back of her hand).

“hopefully my last.” jessie said, as y/n grinned at her words.

“they dated?” niamh said, as magda gave her a look. it was an invasion of privacy, yet they couldn’t find themselves to stop the video.

“freckles?” y/n asked, as jessie turned to look at her.

“yes, n/n?” a soft look was shown on y/n’s face.

“i love you” those three words were said soft, as niamh’s eyes widened.

“i love you, dimples.” you laughed, as your two dimples were shown. she poked your right dimple as she chuckled.

there were a lot of videos of the pair, but one had catched niamh’s eyes. it was a video of jessie alone, dated way back during her college years.

“hi, it’s me jessie. i don’t know how to feel—y/n got into a terrible collision against the opposing team. she doesn’t remember me.” the canadian midfielder had tears in her eyes, as she grabbed the nearest tissue.

she was seen wiping the tears, as she held onto a stuffed bear. it wore small clothing, more specifically a costumed made jersey. it was y/n’s national jersey, the number 17 was shown and it was in swedish colors. she represented the U-23’s rather than the youth level jessie is representing.

the video had came to an end, as they looked at each other—a soft smile but it didn’t reach their eyes. the opening of the front door was heard, as niamh scrambled to close the camcorder, gently placing it back to where she got it.

the trio acted like they were in a small conversation but it didn’t work. jessie reached the living room, as she looked at them, analyzing their actions.

she gazed at the camcorder as she rushed to it, grabbing it before heading to her room.

“you didn’t touch it, did you?” jessie asked, as niamh whistled.

“we didn’t mean to see the videos.” niamh’s soft voice said, as jessie had flared at her words. but she didn’t do anything, except sighed deeply.

“i’m not mad, i just—i miss her.” jessie said, her voice broke as magda pulled the canadian into a hug. she hid her face into the crook of the captain.

penille softy patted her back, as niamh looked at her in concerned.

“she doesn’t remember me. and i tried so hard to talk to her—but i just can’t.” jessie said, as madga placed a soft kiss on the crown of her head.

pt 2 incoming

[simsbyyelhsa]

Emily being a little smart baby!

Magda and Emerson are learning with cards. Soooo cute!