#nasle

[tisapineapple]

WE QUALIFIED FOR LIFTOFF!

Couldn't have done it without my teammates Kennklam, Zay 4EVR, and Bewm (Bewm was a last minute recruit from my ranked game to Omega btw, props to that). These guys sat there and let me sing heavy metal and rock songs like, King for a Day and Kingslayer to stay calm, despite it clogging the comms. Can't wait to play more, time to take a breather, cause it is such a relief getting this far at all. Never had so much adrenaline before in my life.

Gonna do a short stream either later tonight or tomorrow to celebrate. Depends on whether or not I am gonna watch One Piece tonight.

My teammates twitches-

https://www.twitch.tv/bewmbeatz https://www.twitch.tv/kennklam https://www.twitch.tv/zay4evr

[sickpaella]

Stand alone complex

COSMETICS

[Sick Paella] Bottom bom lashes 1 [Sick Paella] Bottom bom lashes 2 [Sick Paella] White inner liner Izzie's - LeL Evo X - Winter Blush (light) [Sick Paella] Eyebag 65% [Sick Paella] Freckles [SickPaella] Nose shader 75% [n.a.p] Beastkin Tiger Stripes - Black [n.a.p] Beastkin Fur - White

HEAD/ACCESSORIES

[HP] - Ears of big cats (Tiger mod by me) [HAIR]Dura-U119 Afterglow - G02 - Buckle Choker Silver [NK*] Vulca Implant Mask FACS ~ Kneepads GRAAL STORE - SCOUTER

CLOTHING

[NASL] Artemis BOM Modular Bodysuit Kottr GOGO [ContraptioN] x TURB - Bomber Jacket Veechi - Stilleto / Mesh Nails

[Links]

Afterglow Dura FACS GRAAL Izzie's Kottr Neo Kitsch TURB Veechi [Contraption] [HP] [N.a.p] [NASL] [Sick Paella]

[retrofutbolmgc]

Marcos Senna • New York Cosmos (2013-2015)

[ep2nd]

If you could tell each of your children something, what would you tell them?

I'm so sorry I don't know when this was asked, if was during the week while I was gone sorrryyyyy

Anyway

I would tell each of yall to take medication if your sick and get rest, as someone who recently and still is sick, for like a week now, TAKE THE DARN MEDICNE AND GET REST PLEASE

I took it once and decided to fist fight it the rest of the way, I had to call of work twice, my voice was so bad, and part of my hearing is still gone

Get help kids it ain't worth it

Also. I read it as "What would teach your children" at first, so If I could I would teach yall all about chickens and ducks, sue me they are amazing creatures

[seanicornofthestars]

Hey everyone, I finally did it! The spirit of ADHD productivity possessed me, so Not A Sad Love Story (NASLS) is out for the general public for the 1st time!

NASLS is about local bi disaster, Fairuz, + her two terribly attractive bffs, Maya and Aileen. Link and summary below

NOT A SAD LOVE STORY

Crushing on your best friend? Nothing special. Except local bi disaster, Fairuz has her hands full with her two attractive bffs! Between adorable Maya and elegant Aileen, what sort of love story are we supposed to expect?! Read on to see if this really is Not A Sad Love Story! (Updates Wed & Sun)

Here's a peek at our trio! From left, clockwise; Maya, Aileen, and our dear protagonist, Fairuz!

[dweemeister]

December 29, 2022

By Lawrie Mifflin

(The New York Times) — Pelé, one of soccer’s greatest players and a transformative figure in 20th-century sports who achieved a level of global celebrity few athletes have known, died on Thursday in São Paulo. He was 82.

His death was confirmed by his manager, Joe Fraga. The Hospital Israelita Albert Einstein in São Paulo said the cause was multiple organ failure, the result of the progression of colon cancer.

Pelé had been receiving treatment for cancer in recent years, and he entered the hospital several weeks ago for treatment of a variety of health issues, including a respiratory infection.

A national hero in his native Brazil, Pelé was beloved around the world — by the very poor, among whom he was raised; the very rich, in whose circles he traveled; and just about everyone who ever saw him play.

“Pelé is one of the few who contradicted my theory,” Andy Warhol once said. “Instead of 15 minutes of fame, he will have 15 centuries.”

Celebrated for his peerless talent and originality on the field, Pelé (pronounced peh-LAY) also endeared himself to fans with his sunny personality and his belief in the power of soccer — football to most of the world — to connect people across dividing lines of race, class and nationality.

He won three World Cup tournaments with Brazil and 10 league titles with Santos, his club team, as well as the 1977 North American Soccer League championship with the New York Cosmos. Having come out of retirement at 34, he spent three seasons with the Cosmos on a crusade to popularize soccer in the United States.

[urban-daddy]

My First Childhood Hero: Pele, has Died.

My First Childhood Hero: Pele, has Died.

[jotarosannipple]

neys 60ı geçiyoz ya sükür😋😋😋 suraya dwnji'yi de ekleyelim de keyfizmiz yerine gelsin💀💀💀

[hungwy]

just coughed and swallowed at the same time and the force of the cough shot the saliva up my nasl cavity and now i have pool nose like when you get underwater too fast and it goes in your nose and hurts. does anyone want a best friend or have something good happen to them soon. follow my steps carefully. put your head as close to a wall as possible and stare at the texture unrtil you hallucinate

[yaut-jaknowit]

Allergies. A male reader who absolutely SUFFERS during spring and summer, constantly using eye drops, nasle sprays, and even pills if it's bad enough. But is always too stubborn to take it. And it's like "oh I'm fine." Or "this is nothing I'm okay I promise" shit. And their partner has to force him to take them, and they admire the humans fight, but in the end. They end the human takes the medicine✨️

It's fine if you don't write this. I just really love your writing frfr

Allergies

Pairing: Wolf (Male Yautja) x M!Reader

Word Count: 1716

Summary: It's unfortunate that males trees are sought over than female trees. Because that leaves a good portion of the population to suffer during the spring time. Wolf knows a simple pill could relieve you of this agony and fetches the needed box. Yet, you brush it off. This is a hunter we're talking about. He doesn't get 'brushed off'.

Author Note: I've been blessed to not have allergies, not that I've noticed at least. That says something living in a place full of dust and wind storms.

Masterlist

Ao3

A fun fact you learned back in high school has always haunted you. Most trees that are planted in cities and the such are male. Female trees are known to produce fruit and flowers. Such things would create an unnecessary messy on sidewalks and roads. So, city planners decided to plant male trees instead to reduce the mess those trees would create.

They did not take in account the fact male trees produce pollen. The very thing causing you weeks of misery during the spring and summer. You can’t breathe right. Your eyes water constantly, blinding you at points.

It’s life though. You’ll live. Just got to grow some balls and power through.

Here you were, sitting on the porch of your apartment that faced the forest. A steaming cup of coffee in hand. Said drink gracious concocted by your loving partner. He was back inside after mumbling about grabbing you something that you didn’t quiet catch. You happily sipped away at the coffee held in your hands and looked out at the forest.

The sliding glass door behind you squeaked its call. Out stepped your hunk of a mate: Wolf. You smiled and leaned back in your chair, head tilted backwards to look at his towering frame. “Hey, love,” you greeted softly, voice a bit hoarse. You sniffled and rubbed at your running nose with the back of your hand.

Wolf scoffed and stopped shy of your plastic lawn chair. In his hand, he held out a box. You gave another sniffle and looked down at the small paper box. Allergy medicine. You huffed and rolled your eyes. “Wolf, I’ve told you. I’m okay,” you disregarded him and kicked your legs up on the footstool across from you.

There was a grunt behind you before the large Yautja moved in front of you.

Luck was on your side when you first moved into this little one-bedroom apartment. With the forest being your backyard on the second floor, you didn’t fret if anyone could see your mate. Neither did he attempt to conceal himself. There was no reason to. Which allowed him free roam of your apartment, including this dinky little balcony that’s offered to you.

Playfully, you smiled up at your lean mate. He threw one leg over your crossed limbs and stood tall. You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled in your chest at the sight of him. The male was being stoic and stern with you.

After breaking away the outer, steel edge of his personality, you learned how soft he was on the inside. Ready to swoop in and protect you at a moment’s call. You would never trade him for anyone or anything.

A brow was raised due to his antics. “Love, I’m fine. This is nothing. I’m okay, I promise,” you cooed to Wolf. Yet, the Yautja wasn’t convinced. You sniffled snot back into your head and grinned a toothy smile at him. He grunt again and leaned down, fully getting into your face.

Those bright eyes on you weren’t anything like the predatory gaze he was attempting to use on you. You reached out and cupped his jaw, stroking his cheek with a thumb.

The box was offered, more like shoved into your face, again. Another roll of your eyes. If you had to name one thing about Wolf, it would be his persistence. The corner of your smile tilted up further.

You grabbed the box out of his hand. Hope grew in his eyes. He settled for the fact he had won. Then, you placed it on the side table and returned to sipping away your coffee. It was nearly gone at this point. “I told you, Wolf. I-“ you reeled your head back and sneezed into the crook of your elbow. The snot was wiped away with your shirt. “All good, see?”

Wolf groaned and let his head rolled forward, nearly smacking you with the large dome portion of his head. You placed a kiss there. “There, there,” you consoled at his lost. He huffed and pulled away.

Something alit in his eyes. The Yautja dipped his head, turned on his heel, and leapt down from the balcony.

Earlier in the relationship, you would’ve scrambled to see if he had made it safely. Knowing now how nimble and agile this hunk of muscle is, you stayed rooted in your chair.

He had something planned. You didn’t want to get wrapped up in it.

.

Despite the fact you knew late at night you would wake to regret this decision, you left your bedroom window open all night. With it being spring, the weather was perfect to allow the outside air to mingle with the indoor air.

Only for you wake to a completely stuffy nose. Your eyes watering so much you couldn’t see clearly to walk to the bathroom for tissues. You did stumble your way to the sink while gaining a couple new bruises along the way. You found yourself leaning against the counter with snot and tears dripping down your face.

A groan sounded from your scratchy, dried throat. This was a completely, horribly mistake on your part. You should’ve taken one second to even think of how you were going to wake up. Worst of all, you had work later today. Eight hours of dealing with stupid people like this. You groaned and rested your forehead on the cool laminate counter.

Today was going to suck.

After taking ten minutes to clean your disgusting face and orifices at the same time, you lumbered into the kitchen. The smell of fresh, brewing coffee wafting past the hardened snot still plugging your nose. You smiled softly to yourself and spotted a newly poured cup sitting on the kitchen counter, right in sight. Thank whoever brought Wolf to you.

Mentioned Yautja was standing at the kitchen table, hunched over while reading something. His gauntlet sat on the wooden table top, a screen hovering above the device. You walked over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Morning, Wolfie.” You got a grumble both at the greeting and the name calling. If it was anyone else saying that to him, that person would no longer live.

You happily picked up the cup and leaned against the counter. From your spot, you admired Wolf. From what little he’s spoken about, he’s a highly ranked hunter on his planet. Something you liked to tease him about how your Wolfie is such a big bad predator. What ever did you do to do deserve a man like him? Well, whatever is it, you’re thankful to have done it.

Wolf pulled himself away from his work and took the two steps to crowd you against the cabinets. Not an ounce of fear entered your veins at the sight. No. Instead, a smile spilt your face as you gazed up at your man.

With your chest to his stomach, he pinned you there. You sniffled a couple of times during the silence and continued to drink away at your coffee. You already knew what he was trying to do without him showing his cards.

Persistent.

The box was pressed to your chest. Wolf leaned down and got into your face. “Take it,” he rumbled and stared directly into your eyes. You leaned forward and kissed the space between his mandibles.

“No.”

“Take the pauk-de medicine.” Oh, he growled this time!

Your pointer finger hooks on one of his bottom mandibles and gave it a tiny tug. “You’re cute when you get all demanding,” you cooed to the hunter. Wolf groaned with exasperation.

A light bulb appeared over Wolf’s head. Your eyes narrowed on him while watching him carefully. He raised one of his upper mandibles in an alien grin. Uh oh.

One moment, your coffee was resting in your hands. Then, it was gone! You whined as Wolf held it high above your head. You attempted to jump and take it back from your rude mate but he kept you trapped to the cabinets. The box still pressed to your chest.

“Take it and you’ll get this horrible tasting liquid back,” he argued and dipped his head down at the medicine he was holding to. Wolf knew your weak points. He did this on purpose! Being all sweet, making you coffee for every morning for the last year, just to do his bidding! You huffed and leaned far enough away to cross your arms.

“You’re so mean, Wolfie,” you mumbled and glared at the floor. You wiped at your leaking eyes. “Can’t believe you mess with a man’s coffee. You know nothing of human culture.”

All he gave you was a deadpanned look, face going slack. He tapped a claw against the box, creating a clicking noise. You huffed again, looking into bright eyes to see if that would get him to relent first. Yet, with the threat of your coffee being taken, you sighed and tilted your head back. You flipped your hand, palm up, waiting for the box to fall into your hand. “Fine,” you relented and dragged out the word. “Give me the damned box.”

A large smirk graced your mate’s face. The medicine was dropped into your open palm. A chaste, closed mandible kiss was pressed to your cheek. Wolf stepped back but kept the coffee out of reach. Smart little sucker.

You grabbed a glass then filled it up with just enough water to down a pill. A pout clouded your expression as you looked upon Wolf. “There, happy?” His grin had yet to fade.

Wolf leaned in and rubbed his forehead to your temple with a purr beginning in his chest. The sour expression soon fell away to a soft smile. “Alright, alright, you big teddy bear,” you laughed and patted cheek. “I’ve got work later tonight so I’ve got a few things to accomplish beforehand. Give me my coffee back.”

The cup was returned to your hand. “Don’t know how you can drink that c’jit,” he rumbled with a sneer.

“You don’t know what you’re missing, love. Now, don’t mess with a man’s coffee again,” you threatened your mate with a grin. He chortled gave a final purr before stepping away.

.

“Oh, hey. I can breath again!” There was a grunt of exasperation.

[tomdirensselaer]

Marilyn Lange was Playboy POM for May 1974 and POY for 1975. She was briefly married to Jeffrey Pelosi, drummer in 1960s rock band "The Cyrkle." In the fourth round of the 1976 NASL draft, she was drafted by the Chicago Sting. Although she had played soccer in high school, it was a publicity stunt to make use of her ample physical assets (38DDD-24-36) as opposed to her athletic talents.

[retrofutbolmgc]

Raúl González • New York Cosmos (2014/15)

[yellowjacketsfashion]

Part 3 of the Poster Series: Misc Characters

Adam Martin’s Devil Collage

The collage is a stock image that was added to (notably the “swiss cheese” typography on the bottom) so it’s not exactly like the one featured in the show but is otherwise the same.

Laura Lee’s Jesus Portrait

The Jesus portrait is a vintage Palmer-Pann 1960s religious paint by number. You can find people reselling them online.

Top Right: Vintage 1980s NHL Hockey New Jersey Devils Pennant

Bottom Left: Vintage New Jersey Nets NBA Basketball Pennant

Bottom Right: 1980'S NASL North American Soccer League Pennant

The next part of this series is going to be about Callie and then Misty so stay tuned! (To the person who asked, I’m currently working on Jackie’s posters but it’s taking a little bit so hang tight).

[kosmazsankosamazsin]

Dedeme bazen çok üzülüyorum 9 tanesi sadece babadan öz olmak üzere 10 tane kız kardeşi var ve dedem tek erkek, ben 4 kız kardeşe zor dayaniyom dedem nasl dayanmış acaba

[ihateyouvishal]

hum akhri nasl hai ishq ki

hamare baad jismon ki bhookh hogi