#nda english

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Ah, yes, Nelly Furtado's hit song Anteater. In completely unrelated news, several people have told me that I might be slightly dyslexic.

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BEST NDA PREPARATION STRATEGIES FOR SUCCESS

MANASA DEFENCE ACADEMY PROVIDING THE BEST NDA PREPARATION TO THE STUDENTS

Understanding the NDA Exam

Preparing for the National Defence Academy (NDA) exam is an exciting yet challenging journey. The Union Public Service Commission (UPSC) conducts the NDA exam and serves as a gateway to join the prestigious Indian Armed Forces. It’s not just about passing an exam; it’s about nurturing a sense of discipline, building leadership skills, and embarking on a noble career.

Key NDA Preparation Strategies

A structured preparation strategy is essential to excel in the NDA exam. Here are some effective strategies that can set up aspiring candidates for success:

1. Create a Study Schedule

A well-planned study schedule is your roadmap to success. With the extensive syllabus, dividing your study time efficiently can help you stay organized. Here’s how you can develop a study schedule:

Daily and Weekly Goals: Set daily and weekly objectives based on the subjects covered. This approach will help you track your progress and stay motivated.

Balanced Approach: Allocate time for each subject—Mathematics, General Ability Test, and English. This balance allows you to strengthen all aspects of the exam.

"Having a schedule feels like having a friend by your side, keeping you accountable and on track!"

2. Focus on the Syllabus

Knowing the syllabus inside out is crucial. The NDA exam covers a variety of topics, and paying close attention to these topics will enhance your preparation.

Analyze Previous Papers: Reviewing past exam papers can give you insight into recurring topics and types of questions asked.

Prioritize Weak Areas: Identify your weak subjects and dedicate more time to improving them.

3. Practice Regularly

Practice is the cornerstone of effective preparation. Regularly solving practice papers not only familiarizes you with the exam format but also builds your confidence.

Online Mock Tests: Use online platforms to take mock tests. This simulates the exam environment and helps manage time during the real test.

Time Management: Practicing under timed conditions can improve your time management skills, ensuring you complete the exam within the time limit.

4. Revise and Revise Again

Revision is where the magic happens. It reinforces your learning and helps you retain information better.

Revisit Key Concepts: Make summary notes of formulas, definitions, and important facts. Revisiting these before the exam can jog your memory.

Group Study: Studying with peers can provide new perspectives on challenging topics and make for an engaging learning environment.

"Revising is like watering a plant; it helps your knowledge bloom beautifully!"

5. Stay Healthy and Balanced

While academics are important, maintaining your physical and mental health is equally vital.

Regular Exercise: Engaging in physical activities keeps your body fit and your mind alert, essential traits for anyone aspiring to join the armed forces.

Mindfulness and Relaxation: Practicing relaxation techniques, like meditation or deep breathing, can help alleviate stress and promote focus.

Manasa Defence Academy: Your Partner in Preparation

At Manasa Defence Academy, we pride ourselves on providing top-notch NDA preparation to students. Our approach is student-centered and tailored to meet individual needs. Here’s what we offer:

Expert Faculty: Our experienced instructors guide students through each step, ensuring they grasp essential concepts thoroughly.

Comprehensive Resources: We provide a range of study materials, practice papers, and mock tests that align with the latest exam patterns.

Becoming a part of Manasa Defence Academy feels like entering a vibrant community where aspirations of serving the country become a reality!

Final Thoughts

Embarking on the journey to the NDA exam doesn’t have to be daunting. With proper strategies, dedication, and support from places like Manasa Defence Academy, success is well within reach. Remember, every step you take gets you closer to your goal of joining the armed forces. Embrace the challenge, prepare wisely, and make your aspirations a reality.

Contact:

Manasa Defence Academy

New Gajuwaka Depot, Visakhapatnam.

Andhra Pradesh-530012.

Call: 7799799221, 7799799229

Gmail: manasadefenceacademy@gmail.com

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As per its official exam calendar, the Union Public Service Commission (UPSC) will conduct the NDA 2 2024 written exam on 1st September 2024. The NDA exam provides a golden opportunity for young defence aspirants to join the Indian Armed Forces for officer-cadre roles. There are two papers in the NDA written exam; Mathematics and General Ability Test (GAT). English is an important part of the GAT paper in the NDA written exam. This comprehensive blog will discuss the most asked English topics for the NDA 2 2024 written exam. Read on to learn more about the most expected questions based on the latest trends in the NDA exam.

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English NDA Exam Paper I 2018 Analysis | Anmol Sir | MAA Tutorial #ndaexam

[aestherin]

— I CAN SEE YOU ⊹₊⟡⋆

scaramouche x f!reader social media au

SUMMARY — you’ve been stanning scaramouche, a soloist, since before you can even remember. with the thinking that “he is out of your reach” and “we live in different worlds” already ingrained on your mind, just what are the odds that he already happens to be one of your stan account mutuals?

status: on-going | taglist: closed

genres: social media au, celebrity au, modern au, crack, fluff, a sprinkle of angst (?), hidden identities

extras: playlist — [click here] 🤍 (still a wip tho hehe)

author's notes:

3rd smau hello???

privacy (my ayato smau) spinoff !! scara will finally have his own story after 2? 3? years ToT

updates may be inconsistent, i don't have a posting schedule :>

again, idk what i'm doing haha

english is not my first language so expect grammatical and typographical errors (bear with me please :"D)

will contain swearing

ılıılıılıılıılı FEATURED ARTISTS. ---- sky.

----- scara.

TRACKLIST. ılıılıılıılıılı

intro (prologue): being a scara stan

track 01: him again ▸ track 02: make me track 03: not in public ▸ track 04: three months track 05: late ▸ track 06: our little secret track 07: nda ▸ track 08: we need progress track 09: rose-colored ▸ track 10: have you listened to my songs? track 11: lost ▸ track 12: skyshi track 13: tba ▸ track 14: tba track 15: tba ▸ track 16: tba track 17: tba ▸ track 18: tba

outro (epilogue): tba

TAGLIST I (closed; 50/50) @kararisa @aries-afk @aetherialcrafter @jamieexistss @lordbugs @aerisellesuchi @adres-tia @luvlockettt @kinichval @miiltrix @suzueuieeeee @automaticpatroltragedy @ahirusstuff @kyuki07 @kunikuni1819 @hungryreadingaddict @deariroha @rosieyama @slayzzz @tired-jaz @mellowberrie @kyouzki @riabriyn @ravenbc @lalalaloveallmydays @moonlitreveri3 @skyoverkill1 @xiaomainlmao @phoenix-eclipses @yomishen @anemosmybeloved @iaraluvs @kunikuzushiit @lockandkeys @yoursockstinks @idkwhattoputasmyusernme @d1gital-data @shyentsmissingink @liuaneee @najaemism @mywillt0live @aswiftiechildofapollo @toekissers @meigalaxy @nishiriks @executeher @verafunny @gl00muraaii @lily-isalittlegirl @just-a-hopeless-romantic

TAGLIST II (closed; 50/50) (can't mention bc tumblr limits 50 mentions per post :'( but rest assured you guys are added ^^)

@franaby @shrimplyasleep @scaraenthusiast1 @kyon-cherri @kunikissr @withnners @audristarzz @heusalettle @mayarisan @eternallykira-143 @cindywasneverhere @meowrenapurrdo @itsjustmillie @flowzel @ohmyfinggod @zuhahearts @scarasbaby @euphoraia @yotraumainthebuilding @pinkismyfavcolor @dazqa @jym-jazzily @usagiarchive @ddivilove @jinjjjia @axquella @qt-yhuji @jayzioxx @nishislcve @neuviloved @sayayy @ttalgi @crucnhice @vi0let-writes @ilovwfurina @meiudoll @theblueblub @featuredtofu @samyayaya @xianamin @aubriellamarie @b-bbytears @cl0udii-m00n @potteraep @dreamyy @cutiecupiid @liyahbug @atlatcaheart @akarisuzuk1 @saechiro

TAGLIST III (closed; 50/50)

@pglt19 @mochipls @3cst4syy @yuukigyatgyat @anqelkoz @fuyuscafe @knuiui @lun4rchive @reivelmin @amurotoorudesu @chiesnupi @karma-gisa @nomnom21 @sammybeefangirls @ddurandals @hotgirlshit5 @jenlickedem @lunavixia @dksfl920 @angelkazusstuff @eonsadr1ft @scaraswifeey @unhinged-atrocities @xxrexx @tiedsuccubus @enrions @pinxeajin @thegalaxyisunfolding @rvoulte @magica-ren @siasseltzers @deffenferofjustice @crimxeorcremeexistspeacefully @idexmids @viannasthings @dreamayy @mellowmochi030 @meowmewow7 @eternal-dokja @wrzloyd @iloveescara @axkushvii @ayayaaayyiire @lxkeeeee @shutingstar @jiminscarmex @help-whatdoimakemyusername @kangyeonie @liyan2u @a1-ic3

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NDA: The moment happens when Rafe comes to see Sarah at the Pogues’ shop, but instead, he finds Kiara there. (ep:5 S4) English is not my native language!!

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"Rafe, if someone-" you started, but Rafe quickly silenced you by pulling off your panties. He growled, locking eyes with you.

"Listen to me, Y/N. Did you really think you could walk around in a miniskirt without there being consequences? Are you stupid?"

You shot him a glare. "Hurry up." Rafe smirked.

My god. This is so wrong.

Rafe had a girlfriend who loved him, yet here he was, with you bent over the counter of your older brother's small shop.

At first, you and Rafe saw each other as nothing more than casual hookups. You wanted to annoy your brother and his friends, and he just needed an escape from the pressure of taking over the Cameron family legacy.

Unfortunately for you, Rafe developed a serious thing for you.

You never thought that, in the middle of the day, he’d decide to visit his sister at her shop—and walk in to find you, wearing a miniskirt, tidying up the store.

Rafe enters you gently, he moans, and you arch your back slightly. Your nails dig into the marble of the counter. "Move"

He begins to move, his erection stretching you. You hold back every moan that threatens to escape, and you lower your head.

Rafe establishes a regular rhythm, his hips slamming against your ass with each deep thrust, deeper than the last.

You feel your insides lifting with each penetration, and you hold your breath again, your lips slightly parted.

Your eyes roll back, Rafe looks at your arched back, you're so easy to have. He slows his thrusts, no longer moving to stimulate your pleasure. You look over your shoulder and shoot him a cold glance. "I was enjoying myself."

Despite the icy glare, a smirk plays at the corners of Rafe's mouth. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers: "For someone who didn't want this at first, you're acting like a cheap whore." He resumes his thrusts with renewed vigor, each one harder and more brutal against your defenseless little pussy.

Your breath hitches as Rafe's cruel pace, his thick member slamming into you without mercy. You let out a cry of pain and pleasure, your body tensing as he hits a particular deep spot. "Rafe!"

Your moans sound like those of a porn actress, but this time, you're not simulating. Each cry is raw, genuine, torn from your throat as Rafe pounds into you relentlessly. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room.

A few boats pass by but don't stop, all eyeing the sordid little scene with disapproval and distaste. They quickly avert their gazes, unwilling to witness the brutal coupling unfolding on the shop.

You throw your head back against his shoulder, the position uncomfortable but the pleasure too intense. "I'm... I'm going to come!" you gasp, your voice strained with need.

Rafe's hand wraps around your throat, tilting your head to the side to expose your neck. He sinks his teeth into your flesh as he continues to thrust into you, the double sensation sending you over the edge.

Your inner walls begin to spasm, gripping Rafe's hardness tightly. Your eyes fly wide open, and you try to push away from him, but his iron grip holds you in place. Your legs turn to jelly, and you'd swear that no man could ever make you feel so helpless, so thoroughly owned.

Rafe's teeth remain buried in your neck as he feels your pussy clench around him rhythmically. He groans against your skin, the vibrations adding to your intense sensations. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his own release hitting him hard.

After a few seconds of nothing but ragged breathing, Rafe pulls out and pulls up his shorts. "Tell Sarah I'm looking for her. And take a damn pill, I don't want to end up with the kid of a pogue under my arm."

"I love you too, you jerk." You mutter, rolling your eyes. Despite the harsh words, there's a tenderness in your voice that belies your true feelings.

Rafe nods curtly, his expression unreadable. With one last lingering glance over his shoulder, he turns and walks away, leaving you alone on the shop.

MY REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

[croquis-el]

Self-addressing of minor male characters in Ace Attorney (Gyakuten Saiban) / Personal pronouns

We've talked about the main male and female characters, but we shouldn't forget about the minor male characters who accompany us throughout at least each part of the Ace Attorney (GKS) series

The first man who accompanies us throughout the first trilogy is Itonokogiri Keisuke (Richard/Dick Gumshoe)

And here's an interesting point. His pronoun is "jibun" (自分)

自分は、刑事課の イトノコギリという者ッス。

Jibun wa, keiji ka no Itonokogiri to iu mono ~tssu.

I'm from the Criminal Affairs Division. My name is Itonokogiri.

This is a rather rarely used pronoun; it literally translates as "self", although it has the meaning "I/me".

Jibun is used by about only 14% of men and 1% of women. This fact makes the pronoun gender-neutral, but predominantly masculine.

Compared to other first-person pronouns, the nuance of 自分 is introspective, and it's often associated with the military or athletic community, which have strong hierarchies. This suits Itonoko's personality very well, considering that he is a subordinate of the prosecutor and rarely thinks for himself.

Also, "jibun" can be an indicator of the Kansai dialect (Osaka), where it is used to denote both the first and second person. But, since Itonoko's speech was not noted to have any dialect (there are other features), and he was born and raised in the same city (and the city is from the Kanto region), this option is out of the question.

Interestingly, even after Itonoko realized that detectives should do their own investigations rather than rely on directions from prosecutors, and began making decisions on his own, his self-address did not change. Probably a matter of habit.

自分は、何をしたらいいッスか････

Jibun wa, nani o shitara Ī ~tsuu ka...

What should I do...

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Next is our dear friend's father, Mitsurugi Shin (Gregory Edgeworth)

His speech is very formal (like his son's), and he uses the formal personal pronoun "watashi" written in kanji.

私は弁護士の御剣信と申します。

Watashi wa bengoshi no Mitsurugi Shin to mōshi masu.

My name is Shin Mitsurugi, a lawyer.

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Let's not forget about Mitsurugi assistant - Shigaraki Tateyuki (Eddie Fender, almost wrote Raymond Shields)

Most of his dialogues take place with Mitsurugi and young Yatagarasu, and he stubbornly continues to call himself "uncle". (オジサン - ojisan)

オジサン、アトでここの館長に 文句言っとくから。寒すぎだって。

Ojisan, ato de koko no kanchō ni monku I~tsu toku kara. Samu sugi datte .

Uncle going to complain to the director of this place later. It's too cold.

It was not easy to catch his personal self-addressing with other people, but not impossible.

In dialogues with others, Shigaraki-san uses the polite male pronoun "boku" (like Naruhodō/Wright)

ぼく、その････! がんばって助けますからッ!

Boku, sono! Ganbatte tasuke masu kara ~Tsu !

I, well...! I'll do my best to help you!

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Let's not forget about our permanent presiding judge (here is someone who, with rare exceptions, is always with us)

ええ!わ、私がですか?

ē! Wa, watashi gadesu ka?

What? Me?

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The new generation is first represented by rock star and hard-working prosecutor - Garyu Kyoya (Klavier Gavin)

Despite his prominent image as a musician and rock star, Kyouya uses the polite masculine pronoun "boku" (the same one used by Naruhodō/Wright).

ぼくも楽しみにしているんだ。

boku mo tanoshimini shite iru nda.

I'm looking forward to it too.

His speech is generally polite, and in the original he uses various English phrases in his speech, written either in Latin or Katakana. These phrases, by the way, are often used at concerts of musical groups whose first language is not English. (In the localization, as you know, German was used as a substitute).

オーケイ、ベイビー!

ōkei, beibī!

Okay, baby!

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Mr. Garyu Kirihito (Kristoph Gavin) uses the personal pronoun "watashi", which is written in kanji, indicating formal speech and an adult character.

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The second prosecutor from the new generation is a master of psychological manipulation, Yugami Jin (Simon Blackquill)

To be honest, his image as a samurai somewhat clouded my eyes, and I expected some self-addresses inherent in this category (for example, "yo")

But no, Yugami-kun uses the crude male pronoun "ore" (like Odoroki/Apollo)

それと、俺は検事ってェ立場上、 おめえさんに手は貸さねェからな。

soreto, ore wa kenji tte ~e tachiba-jō, o-me e-san ni te wa kasa nēkara na.

Also, because I'm a prosecutor, I won't help you.

We don't know when he started using this designation (there are no monologues from him before his arrest), but judging by his characterization from other characters, he behaved very noble and politely, so perhaps he could change the personal pronoun to a more rude one to maintain the image of a "cruel criminal".

His manner of speech is, in principle, extremely interesting, and, I think, worthy of a separate post. In short - he speaks in a dialect + uses obsolete words + he has a special way of addressing other characters

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The third prosecutor from the new generation, who is also a monk from the kingdom of Khurain - Sahdmadhi Nahyuta (his name was not localized, thank you)

But this young man has an extremely interesting way of addressing himself.

"Sesso" (拙僧) literally means "inept monk".

This is a VERY modest form of address that was used by Buddhist monks.

拙僧がこの事件の担当に ふさわしくないと････?

sessō ga kono jiken no tantō ni fusawashikunai to?

Are you saying I'm not fit to take charge of this case...?

But, this is very different from his speech. Canonically, he is a foreigner, so he does not know all the features of the language in which the hearings are held. Therefore, Nahyuta uses, either unknowingly or intentionally, quite rude vocabulary and manner of speech (at the first hearing with him as a prosecutor, the judge, Odoroki and Kizuki were shocked). Even a native speaker, whose walkthrough I watched, was surprised and commented on this moment.

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Well, that's probably it for now on the topic of personal pronouns, but if you're interested in someone specific that I haven't mentioned, give me a sign.

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So we all know that Maya calls Phoenix "Nick" because Mia told her that's what Larry called him, right?

Let me share what happens in the Japanese version, because it's a bit different--besides that she calls him "Naruhodo-kun!"

"《Naruhodo houritsu jimusho》. Atashi, otetsudai shimasukara!"

"《Naruhodo Law Office》. I'm here to help!"

(English Localization: "Someone has to help with the new Wright & Co. Law Offices, right?")

"Yoroshiku* onegai shimasu!"

"I look forward to working with you!" (Said in polite speech)

(EL: "And who better but me! Maya Fey, reporting for duty!")

"....A, kata kurushii no wa nashi ni shimashou ne!"

"....Ah, let's not speak so formally!"

(EL: Wait, no, on second thought, let's make this casual!)

"Yoroshiku!* Naruhodo-kun!"

"I look forward to working with you! Naruhodo-kun!" (Said in casual speech)

(EL: "Yo, Nick! Maya here, ready to get down to business!")

"....A, onamae wa Oneechan kara kiita nda yo."

"....Ah, I heard this name from Older Sister."

(EL: "You… don't mind me calling you "Nick," do you?")

"Ii namae da neー , "Naruhodo-kun" nante."

"It's a good name, "Naruhodo-kun.""

(EL: "It's a great name! Mia said that's what your friend Larry calls you.")

"(Na, "Naruhodo-kun" tte....)"

"(Na-"Naruhodo-kun"....)"

(EL: "("Nick"…?)")

"Ne. Hora, a kushyu, a kushiyu."

"So! Here! Let's shake on it!"

(EL: "You know what this means? We're partners!")

So what gets me is how Maya had to feel her way if she was going to be polite or casual to Phoenix (speaking casually suggests familiarity between the speaker and the listener). Then, she decides to address him using the honorific "-kun", meant for subordinates because that's what Mia called him. Phoenix doesn't protest, he doesn't correct her, "Hey, call me Naruhodo-san because I'm the boss." He just responds with mild surprise and a handshake, thus forming the new Naruhodo Law Office and their unique bond.

"Yoroshiku* tanomu yo, Mayoi-chan."

"I'm counting on you, Mayoi-chan."

(EL: "Thanks, Maya!")

*So! "Yoroshiku" is kind of tricky to translate, and the meanings can range from "nice to meet you", to "best regards", and the translations I have above. This article about the phrase is really good if you want to learn more. As an additional bonus, Mia's letter to Maya says, "なるほどくんのこと、よろしくたのむわ." / "Naruhodo-kun no koto, yoroshiku tanomu wa." / "Please take care of Naruhodo-kun."

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[srbachchan]

DAY 6209

Jalsa, Mumbai Feb 15, 2025/Feb 16 Sat/Sun 4:06 am

When the hurly burly's done ; when the battle is lost and won .. then shall we three meet again in ONE ..

er.. WON ..

lost at this moment last year .. and victory this year .. determined passion and the will to be up on the stands with the emblem of VICTORY .. the CUP ..

How and why was it designed thus - the CUP of victory .. a symbol of the Winner .. a cup ?? really ..??

and then all the intricate actions proposed for them - bite it , kiss it , scream with its rising , inscribe it .. name fame game ..

Ahhh .. the human .. ever the thirst for recognition .. and position ..

I came 1st .. I won .. I beat the others .. my marks the highest .. my standing among the top the best ..

etc etc etc ...

And so filled with the glory of this , the night escapes along and the morn beckons soonest .. in a few whiles perhaps ..

The generation, needs the air to involve in the screams and freedom of cheer .. to let loose the strings of attached compulsion and break away to be in the free of suppressions ..

Each day a learning .. and each DAY 👆🏼 .. a leaning too .. for the days of yore and the educative times in the academic pretense .. the past years , the old associations .. and the often connect to disclose the relation with the elders .. and family ..

And this did it :

Dr Amarnath Jha .. Vice Chancellor of the Allahabad University .. the ultimate scholar of the time .. Head of the English Department .. mentor to several .. but for me , mentor to Babuji .. and the most respected in the annals of the University and many other institutions ..

A large chapter in Babuji's auto biography describes various personal incidents with Jha Saheb ..

And today his generational relative, coincidentally studying in Delhi University at the time of the time of mine , and a dear friend , brings forth this information of the forming of the NDA in Khadakwasla, nr Pune in Maharashtra ..

And describes a most uninhibited dream of hers ..

Dream experience: I Found myself in Allahabad and had a glimpse of the Kumbh mela ..sadhus and pilgrims swirling in the icy waters of the Ganga.. Then I went up to a large and dark hall high up on the banks Everyone wore white as they were waiting to cremate their loved ones I was waiting to cremate my Papa and Ma .. The room was packed Someone told me' Go to the 4 th floor Soon it will be the turn of your parents to be cremated'.. So I climbed upto the 4th floor which was an open wooden deck There was a huge cremation fire where my parents were waiting to be cremated.. Beyond the fire was the Ganga river.. I was most surprised because I had seen the Ganga far below.. This Ganga was connected to the sky..Aakash Ganga maybe.. A Voice said : The Kumbha mela on the Ganga below celebrates the cycle of Life . This Ganga touching the sky embraces death, transcends life and celebrates Eternity..

Some crows came by and Crowed The Voice said : Do you know why the crow comes when we pass ? The crow has the sharpest and finest vertical line at the centre of his tongue.. When the crow flies over the Ganga he draws a very fine gossamer thread exactly at the central line of the Ganga.. When ashes of our departed are immersed the ashes go alone into the depth of the Ganga to merge with the Gangetic soil.. But that fine centre line,like an umbilical cord , is where the soul is released , transcends tangible boundaries on its pathway to Eternity as crows and eagles show the way ..

There is more , but too personal to be put down here .. I feel ..

I sought permission to 'put it up on my Blog' .. and got it .. but then the desire from them, to visit my Blog and to disclose the link .. that scared me .. because their intellectual capacity cannot in any way lie side by side with my stupidity ..

To which there was an intellectual response :

Nothing of yours is stupid ..honestly .. life is made up of big things and very small even petty things ..the challenge is to connect the dots ..learn at each level how to be a bit objective even tho we can't help being reactive, learn the lessons and expand our consciousness.. small 'stupid' things are very important because they are like pin pricks to a balloon .. very provocative ..

My love and 😴 .. its 4:50 am of the 16th

Amitabh Bachchan

Birthday - EF - Fatima Mahomed

Sunday, 16 February .. love and care ..🌺

[saintescuderia]

pancakes (pt. 4)

AKA - the story of how the naive australian rookie befriended the gym junkie F1 hospitality worker with the shoe collection - and inadvertently broke the grid's most treasured and unspoken rule: you don't go for y/n.

series masterlist here :) // the pancakes recipe here :)

A/N: apologies if this isn't 100%. i wrote this in between travelling to japan to attend suzuka. and then i got sick and couldn't even go lol.

P4 - L-sits and pull-ups

Charles Leclerc was known for being a nice guy. 

All the boys knew it. Lando experienced it when he saw how Charles was genuine with service staff whenever they went somewhere. Alex had experienced it in how Charles treated his family, leaving the F1 boys to spend time with Arthur whenever F2 joined the schedule - or when his mother visited the Paddock. Whereas George had just done a quick FaceTime to his mother on Mother’s Day, Charles had sent Pascale Leclerc a luxury basket with a surprise yacht trip and a massage.

“She was having a bad week.” The Monegasque reasoned when the boys found out.

Pierre’s PS5 was a result of Charles’ kindness; sourcing it for his upset friend who had missed the drop. Max's apartment was a result of Charles' kindness; helping him look for places in his home city for the Dutchman looking to buy property in the foreign Monaco. Max owed Charles a lot.

If not for his apartment, then for his F1 seat.

Mercedes were taking too long. Charles knew someone at Red Bull's junior team who could help him score an interview with Helmut Marko. And when you told Charles to stop being so nice to Max after all the drama that happened in F2, he shrugged and said it was the nice thing to do.

So you, a Torro Rosso trainer, helped Max Verstappen with an interview.

Because Charles was kind and he asked you.

And there was nothing you wouldn't do for Charles Leclerc.

Charles’ circles especially were all aware of you before he even joined the grid. It was just that sort of thing. Everyone knows everyone in motorsports. All those boys had seen you hanging around him at the karting races. Were it not for the stark difference in appearance, some might’ve thought you were family. Some did. Because for the longest time, that’s what you and Charles were. Family. ��

You were always there for him. You celebrated him when he won. You supported him when he didn’t. You were always the first person he went to when he finished his race. Not his parents, not Jules, not anyone - you. 

He would come to you and you would quickly repeat some key English phrases for the interviewers who would surely come for him. You would pat him on the back and offer a warm smile - no matter the result - and offer some feedback based on what you saw. Performance was your speciality after all.

Then, after everything, you guys would finish with a homemade plate of your pancakes. No matter what. That’s how it went and how it would always go. 

Until 2018.

That had been a shit fucking show of a year. The rookie trio had been super confused when they finally arrived at F1 and saw you dressed as Hospitality. Charles gave no answer to Lando, Alex or George, no explanation to why he barely acknowledged you. It had been Pierre, the one who had been there through it all, who had quietly explained to them what had happened.

For a while, Alex had a hard time talking to Max when he found out. 

Charles hadn’t been surprised that the grid had found out. Nothing ever stayed a secret in this fucking place. NDAs were a joke. The whole agreement between him and Charlotte had been unearthed by some lower ranking Ferrari employee who didn’t know how to keep shut. Then again, Charles had expected it to come out eventually. Half the drivers were dating for PR anyway. 

Ferrari were already on his case about finding a new replacement, a pretty girlfriend for him to post boyfriend material pictures with so it can ‘increase his numbers’ with the female fanbase. Since Drive To Survive had done well to popularise the sport with a whole new demographic of F1 fans, teams were trying to capitalise on this as much as possible. Charles quietly suspected that this was part of the reason why Ferrari approached Carlos.

That and they probably wanted to get rid of Seb as quickly as possible after he found out what happened between to you and raged.

Though, Charles could understand Seb’s stance on it. He himself was conflicted about it, half the time unsure if he had made the right call to listen to Mattia. He had just been hurt and upset and his father had just passed away and the press had been vicious and Charles was just desperate to fulfil his dream of getting the coveted seat. 

Well, your joint dream. 

It had been the dream of the both of you. It was why you worked just as hard as he did. You had taught him English. He had taught you Italian. He networked and raced. You built cars and trained. He had helped you get a job in Torro Rosso. You had helped him get a seat in Alfa Romeo. 

Which, of course, led to him getting a spot in Scuderia Ferrari. 

Except by the time he was putting on the red, you two were no longer speaking to one another. Or, he was no longer speaking to you and you finally accepted he had cut you off. Gone were the days where he was searching the crowds for your face, rushing to you after the race finished.

Five years ago, he stopped eating pancakes. 

He knew you still made them, of course. And not because pancakes had been your everyday breakfast since you both turned fourteen and you started weightlifting and tracking your macros. He knew because he had seen some Alpine reserve driver eating them. 

His name was Oscar Jack Piastri. F2 Champion who also won F3 and the Renault Cup. He had more trophies than anyone else his age. For a moment, Charles thought it was because you back training drivers and were working with him.

Arthur later refuted this when Charles was grilling him that no, you weren't training Oscar Piastri. You actually hadn’t had much interaction with him when you would come down to F2. 

“Does this mean you’re talking to Y/N again?” Arthur had asked, assuming that’s why Charles was asking about you. “Can we be friends with her again?”

“No.” 

“You know maman still doesn’t believe what happened.”

Charles was known for being a nice guy, but he hung up on his brother. Charles really was one of the kinder drivers, but when Alex told them about the tweet, he had scoffed and sneered. When Oscar Piastri himself arrived in orange and held his hand out to greet the nice Monacoan driver, Charles glared and kept his arms crossed. Fuck this. He was not going to shake Oscar Piastri’s fucking hand. 

Even though, deep down, Charles knew there was no need for this. Arthur had confirmed that Oscar really was just a really talented driver - Y/N hadn’t trained him. This was no Max Verstappen situation.

Moreover, it wasn’t like Charles was in Daniel Ricciardo’s position.

If it weren't for the million cameras recording the first meeting of the two Australian drivers, Charles could only imagine Daniel's reaction to the rookie. It was one thing that Oscar essentially took Ricciardo's seat.

The other was that everyone had seen him with you.

Admittedly, Daniel had a reason to not want to shake Oscar’s hand, Charles could reason. Even if he still thought Ricciardo was an espèce de putain merde for what he did to you. 

Still, Charles couldn’t explain it. He wouldn’t explain it. He didn’t need to. The grid had so far understood it perfectly fine; you don’t go near Y/N. When Logan had joined the grid, Alex had the good sense to quietly fill him in on what had happened.

Why the fuck couldn’t Lando do the same?

Which brings us to right now: Bahrain 2023. A control unit failure meant a DNF for his first race of the season. When is this bad luck going to end? Charles retired his car, managing to make it past the McLaren garage on his way to the Ferrari red at the end of the Pit Lane.

It was just as well that his car was slowing to a stall. It meant that he managed to catch a glimpse of the McLaren garage - and the naive Australian rookie stood with a plate in his hands, very clearly eating some pancakes. 

Charles almost drove into a mechanic. 

It was 3am. $uicideboy$ was playing through your headphones. You weren’t wearing any shoes. 

This could only mean one thing: you were doing calisthenics. 

Your arms were shaking slighting as you bent your elbows and tucked your legs in before straightening them. Your grip on the parallette bars was slipping but you engaged your core tighter, hoping to keep balanced as you straightened out your legs and held the L-sit position. 

Oscar had DNF’ed on lap 13. The media was already going wild with questions about his decision to ditch Alpine for McLaren and whether or not this was just karma. McLaren looked horrible. Even his teammate had finished 17th. No matter your feelings on the young Brit, even you had to admit Lando Norris was a decent driver. 

During the course of pre-season preparations, wind had carried the gossip that Zak Brown had revealed the car to the team earlier this year with a sub-par level of enthusiasm. Whilst it wasn’t uncommon for cars to arrive at Sakhir with plans for future upgrades… you hadn’t thought it would be this bad. For McLaren. At this rate, the MCL60 was looking like a back of the field car. 

What’s more the team was struggling. One only needed to look at their qualifying session to see how bad it had been. Engineers giving mixed reports. Oscar’s radio not working and getting out in Q1. Lando getting mixed tyres and getting out in Q2. A whole ass clusterfuck, in your opinion.

And Daniel had been there, smiling smug whenever the camera decided to pan to the Red Bull garage.

The song changed in your headphones. Your arm strained. You dropped, fell forward. Cue the stream of expletives that would’ve made even Guenther blush.

You knew that going to the gym after the race had finished up - a night race that - was going to mess up your sleep schedule. However, you were too wired after everything to go to sleep. You needed the dopamine rush. There was too much going on for you to process any other way.

Because, firstly, you needed to get rid of the image of Daniel’s smug smirk that was currently etched into your brain.

You had skipped your post-dinner protein shake and had your coffees black today. You had started your session with a series of HIIT sprints on the treadmill before you did as many pull ups as your body would allow. It had been quite some time since you had done calisthenics training so religiously but you were already internally creating a new program for yourself. 

That is, you were already mentally preparing for the cut you had decided to undertake the moment Daniel Ricciardo had walked into the gym after finding out he'd lost his seat. And blame you for it.

You pushed yourself up off the ground and came to your parallette bars again. You grabbed each one and then lifted yourself up again. You closed your eyes and willed your brain to focus purely on the lactic acid running through your body. 

Because, secondly, you were stressing more than you should about Charles’ DNF.

You had watched the testing sessions carefully. You always did. Always keeping an eye out on the red car with the black T cam. Charles hadn’t done too bad but, obviously, it was hard to give a genuine judge. Everyone always sandbagged.

For example, Red Bull didn’t look as strong in testing, but then came out on race day and finished as they did. You could be happy for Max, especially since Jos was in attendance and knew just what that meant… but you also knew how it would look for Ferrari that Carlos had finished fourth and Charles hadn’t even finished the race. 

The car did look strong through. That was evident by how Ferrari had done in qualifying. Charles had out qualified Carlos, a narrow Ferrari 3-4 behind a Red Bull 1-2. However, your former childhood best friend had a bad luck streak unlike anything you had ever witnessed. 

And even though the word ‘former’ was in the equation, you never liked seeing Charles like this. Even if he was likely the reason no one in the grid spoke to you anymore.

Well, until now.

Because, thirdly, Oscar Piastri threw a spanner in the works.

You knew how it was going to look. You knew. It was one thing for you to interact this closely with a driver. It was another thing entirely for you to unofficially train him. However, as Zak Brown had found out, there was no way you could be allowed to join McLaren as a performance trainer for Oscar.

When the young driver had filled you in about his meetings with Zak Brown and his particular stipulation, you called him an idiot and told him to sign. When Oscar filled you in about his new plan to be able to work alongside you through all the loopholes his father's lawyer found, you called him an idiot and told him it wasn't worth it.

"I beg to differ. If you don't want to, that's fine. But not because of whatever drama happened."

He knew the drama. It was impossible that a team principle had looked into having you as his driver 's trainer and not found out what had happened. It was also impossible that Oscar Piastri, former Prema driver - as in, former Arthur Leclerc teammate - and current teammate to loose tongue Lando, didn't know about you and Charles.

You had honestly just waited for the moment he would bring it up. He never did.

Because Oscar, you were coming to learn, was far more level-headed and mature than most the drivers on this grid. And he was so young. You didn't want to see anyone fuck that up. You really, really didn't.

Still, you said no.

Then a week later you saw that fucking tractor make him DNF.

You leaned forward and brought yourself down into a handstand, counting to ten before bending your elbows and lowering yourself slowly. You lifted yourself up and then tucked your legs once more. Your whole body was shaking more and more know but and you fought to breathe through it. You finally lowered yourself and let out a deep huff. Whilst you weren't pleased with how out of practice you were, you were a little pleased that you finally managed to lower yourself - instead of falling down.

You looked ahead at the mirrors and then saw a familiar face of the driver walking into the gym. Oscar dropped his gym bag near yours and went straight to the treadmill to warm up. You kept your eyes on him as you held yourself up on the parallettes and watched the young driver fiddle with his phone and earphones before starting a light jog.

You took a moment before you pulled yourself up and went over to him. Oscar met your eyes as he continued to jog. He pulled down earphone but you said nothing as you pressed the button to increase the speed. Oscar raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"45 seconds on. 15 seconds off. 20 repetitions." You said. Oscar nodded and put his earphone back in. You shook your head. He frowned and pulled them down.

"You don't drive with music so don't play anything." You said. "Feeling something in your ear needs to become second nature."

He nodded and you went to his phone and pressed pause. Then you made a voice when you noticed that Ed Sheeran was playing.

"Don't judge me." Oscar said.

"I am. You're working out to fucking Ed Sheeran." You responded with a scrunched nose. Oscar shook his head, smiling slightly, but said nothing else. In the silence, you observed his form and counted his breaths. You noticed slight irregularity with his inhale and exhales and immediately pulled him up on it.

And so you spent the rest of the night training Oscar Piastri.

By the time you both finished, and he gave you a tired and sweaty high five, the clock read five thirteen in the morning.

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[fiamat12]

After this last paparazzi pics I ask……………………when L and N get caught and we get confirmation of the baby, how will this spin?

Cheating is ok?

Please forgive my grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

Let's keep in mind L and his team have never confirmed A as his girlfriend. It's all been assumed. And most fans (aside from the Lukola FBI with their flow charts) have short memories.

So this doesn't necessarily change a thing narrative wise. Just like JD, A is still just a friend whose profile they boosted by giving her PR. The hand holding was part of it. Meh. 🤷🏼‍♀️

They may temporarily lose fans, which is not great for the momentum of their burgeoning careers. But I'm sure their PR teams took this into account, whilst their lawyers took into account seeing the terms of the NDA through versus paying her off or a lawsuit. They knew they'd want privacy for baby Newts in these early mos. anyway.

Ultimately, they can come out at any time, offer no explanation (most celebs don't, they just "do") and probably still be well received. People aren't buying it anyway, so just like w/ any "just friends" costars who come out, it will be an eye roll, and an "I knew it". 🙄 ‼️

[meazalykov]

wrong number

bayern munich frauen x lena oberdorf x reader

1/6, 2/6, 3/6, 4/6, 5/6, 6/6

summary: the media discovers your role in the girl's lives

it’s hard to believe that almost a year has passed since that accidental text message dropped you into the middle of bayern's world. 

from feeling like an outsider in a new city to becoming close friends—and even more—with some of the best footballers in europe, your life has taken an unexpected but wonderful turn. 

your relationship with lena has only grown stronger, and while you still value having your own space and hobbies—like ceramics and ballet—you’re undeniably part of their circle now.

the champions league semifinals against chelsea are just days away, and the energy surrounding the team is electric. everyone is moving around with excitement, and you can’t help but feel proud of your friends.

the girls have worked so hard to get to this point, and even though lena’s not quite ready to return to the pitch due to her acl recovery, she’s made huge strides. you’ve been by her side every step of the way, supporting her through the tough days of rehab and celebrating her small victories. 

"soon, you’ll be back on that field, scoring goals," you tell her one afternoon as you watch her go through her stretching routine at the rehab center. it’s become a familiar scene for you—the gym, the quiet focus on recovery—but it’s one you’ve grown to love because it shows lena’s resilience.

lena glances up at you, her blue eyes twinkling with determination. 

"you think i’ll be as good as before?"

you smile softly. you weren’t with her, or even known of her, the last time she was on the pitch. the acl injury against austria is something you’ve known about already, but you can’t wait for the day that you can support your girlfriend on the pitch again. 

you stepped closer to obi and brushed a stray hair from her face. 

"i know you will be. you’re already stronger than you think."

there’s something incredibly comforting about your bond with lena. despite the chaos of the football world, your relationship has a balance—a rhythm that works. you still do your own thing, keeping up with your ceramics, which has become more than just a hobby, and ballet lessons have added a peaceful contrast to the intensity of being around professional athletes. 

you also love being a part of their world, even if you aren’t on the pitch with them. 

everyone around bayern has gotten used to seeing you around. you’re practically family at this point. from staff to coaches, everyone knows your face, and after signing an nda to ensure you wouldn’t share any of the club’s internal secrets (not that you ever would), the level of trust between you and the team solidified. it felt good, knowing they trusted you that much, and it only deepened the bond you had with them.

the past few months have been about more than just your relationship with lena. you’ve grown closer to all the girls. 

when georgia’s birthday rolled around, you decided to plan something special for her—an intimate get-together at your apartment. you invited most of the team, along with a few of georgia’s friends from the tattoo shop she worked at on the side.

the day of the party, your apartment is filled with laughter, music, and the warm smell of food. sydney had helped you set everything up, while lena hung up decorations, joking about how much she loved bossing you around in your own space. 

it’s a cozy, intimate setup—exactly what you knew georgia would appreciate. when she walks in, the look on her face is priceless.

"surprise!" everyone yells, and georgia freezes in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock.

you told her to come to your apartment because you needed help setting up a new furniture piece you’ve gotten, so this is a shock to the english woman. 

"what the—" she breathes, her gaze darting around the room. 

"you guys! no fucking way!” georgia looks at you with a bright smile.

you step forward with a grin, handing her a drink. 

"happy birthday, georgia. thought we’d do something a little special."

georgia pulls you into a hug, squeezing tight.

 "i can’t believe you did this. you’re the best, y/n. seriously, this is amazing."

the night is full of laughter and inside jokes, with the girls teasing georgia and telling embrassing stories about their games and practices. it feels like family, and watching georgia’s genuine happiness makes all the planning worth it. 

every now and then, lena leans over, brushing her hand against your arm or whispering something teasing in your ear, her closeness reminding you of how far you’ve come with everyone. 

a few weeks later, though, things take a turn. sydney, who had been eagerly preparing for the champions league semifinal, gets injured during training. it’s a devastating blow, and she’s crushed. 

you can see it in her eyes the day she shows up at your apartment, clearly needing a distraction.

"i just… i can’t sit at home and think about it," she admits, flopping onto your couch with a heavy sigh. 

everyone else was at practice, which gave sydney major fomo. 

"i was so ready for the game in london. and now…"

you sit beside her, your hand resting gently on her shoulder. 

"i know how much this meant to you, syd. it’s okay to be upset about it– here."

you open your arms for a hug. she lets out a frustrated laugh when she sinks her body into your arms, staring at the ceiling. 

"i just feel like i’ve let everyone down. i worked so hard, and now it feels like it was for nothing. this isn’t the first injury, ya know? with my hip and everything, i feel like i’ve been sitting out a alot. i know its my ankle this time but it feels like it is always something!"

"syd," you say softly. 

"you haven’t let anyone down. you’ve given everything to this team, and everyone knows how much you contribute—even if you’re not on the pitch for this match. you’re still part of the team. they all love you, bayern loves you."

she stays quiet for a moment before glancing up at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

"thanks. i guess i needed to hear that."

"anytime," you reply, squeezing her shoulder gently. 

"how about we get out of here for a bit? lunch on me."

sydney grins, some of her usual spark returning. "you know just how to cheer me up. let’s go."

you take her to a small pizza place by the mountains, and by the time you’re halfway through your meal, sydney’s laughing again, her spirits noticeably lifted. 

it feels good to be able to help her through this, even if it’s just with a bit of company and conversation.

then there’s lea, who has become like a sister to you in so many ways. when she asks if you’d like to accompany her to austria for an event her girlfriend is hosting, you don’t hesitate to say yes. 

the event is on the fancier side, but you’re just glad that lea wanted your company.

after a long conversation about lea’s olympic journey last year, the topic turned to being about lena. 

"you know," lea says softly as you both stand at the edge of the event, people-watching as you finish the cheesecake dessert her girlfriend provided the guests, 

"you’re the perfect match for lena. i see the way she looks at you. it’s like you ground her, keep her steady. trust me, its nice. she can be a bit hyper–"

you smile, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. 

"really?"

"definitely," lea says, her tone sincere. 

"you’re good for her. and she’s good for you too. you both balance each other out. she brings out your silly side and you help her stay calm. all of the girls notice it, we love you both– even if lena came from the rival team a year ago."

it means a lot, hearing that from lea. she’s been around lena longer than you have. you know about their close bond and have never been threatened by it. they’ve been close since their time at essen and you’re happy lena has people around her. 

knowing that lea thinks you’re good for her best friend fills you with a sense of pride and happiness.

life in munich has been better than you ever could’ve imagined. you’ve found not only love with lena but a solid group of friends who’ve become family. but it’s not all as private as you’d like. 

the media has started to catch on, especially the woso fan pages. it started with small things—pictures of you sitting beside kathi and lena at bayern games, or with the girls at various events—but soon, the fan pages began to speculate more.

some thought you worked at bayern, especially given how often you were spotted with the team. others guessed correctly that you were dating one of the players. for a while, some fans even thought you were with sydney, but that rumor died out when they realized sydney and sam were more likely involved.

you and lena hadn’t been hiding your relationship, but you also weren’t broadcasting it. you wanted to keep your private life as quiet as possible, but eventually, both of you decided it was time to go public. 

it started with a simple photo dump from the both of you on instagram.

the reaction was immediate. comments flooded in from fans and friends alike, most of them supportive, excited, and a little bit nosy. they didn’t know the whole story—how your relationship began with a wrong number—but they didn’t need to. 

(yk the drill, pretend its you in the first picture instead)

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all they knew was that you and lena were together, and most of them were happy for you.

as you sit on the couch that evening, scrolling through the comments, lena leans against you, her head resting on your shoulder.

"so, i guess the secret’s out," you murmur, smiling as you read through the flood of messages.

"about time," lena replies, her voice soft with amusement. 

"i think everyone kind of knew anyway."

you chuckle, setting your phone down and wrapping your arm around her. 

"yeah, probably. but i’m glad we did it on our terms."

lena’s hand finds yours in your lap, her fingers lacing through yours as she gives you a gentle squeeze. 

"i love you, you know that?"

"i love you too," you reply, feeling warmth spread through your chest. 

you smile, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

"you’re stuck with me now."

"good," lena murmurs, settling back into your embrace.

it had been months of watching lena work her way back from her acl injury—long, hard months where she pushed herself harder than anyone you’d ever seen. her determination was awe-inspiring, and you’d been there for every part of it, from the tough days at the rehab center to the small victories along the way. 

now, today, everything was different.

you’d just picked up your german driver’s license and drove to the bayern training campus to pick her up, feeling a little extra proud of yourself for finally navigating through all the paperwork and classes to get it done. 

you didn’t realize that today, lena had something even bigger to share.

when she climbs into the car, there’s something different about her—a quiet excitement simmering under her usual calm demeanor. 

as you pull out of the parking lot, you glance at her and notice the way she’s grinning to herself, like she’s holding back a big secret.

"what’s going on with you?" you ask, half-joking, but there’s something in her smile that makes you press for more. 

"you look… different."

lena turns to you, her eyes sparkling, and says, 

"i got cleared."

you blink, your brain taking a second to catch up. 

"cleared? wait huh? like.. you mean… you’re allowed to play again?"

"yes," she says, her grin widening, and you can hear the emotion behind her voice.

without thinking, you slam on the brakes, pulling the car to a stop in the middle of the bayern training campus parking lot. your heart is pounding as you look at her, your hands gripping the steering wheel.

"are you serious? like, actually cleared to play?" you ask, your voice almost shaky with disbelief.

"yes," lena repeats, her smile turning softer, her eyes shining as she looks at you. 

"i’m officially back. i’ll be on the squad for the semi-final second leg."

you don’t know what comes over you, but suddenly you’re unbuckling your seatbelt, reaching across the console to pull her into a tight hug. your arms wrap around her shoulders, and you press kiss after kiss to the top of her head, unable to stop yourself.

"lena, oh my god," you whisper between kisses, your heart overflowing with pride and happiness. 

"i’m so proud of you. i knew you could do it. you’re so strong."

lena laughs softly, burying her face in your neck as she returns the hug, squeezing you back just as tightly. 

"i couldn’t have done it without you," she murmurs, her voice soft.

you finally pull back, your hands still on her shoulders as you look into her eyes, tears of joy pricking at the corners of your own. 

"this is amazing, lena. you’re going to be back on the field. i’m so, so proud of you."

lena smiles, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. "thank you," she whispers against your mouth.

you take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you settle back into your seat. after a moment, you start the car again, your mind already racing ahead to the semi-final. 

bayern was down 3-2 on aggregate after the first leg, but now that lena was cleared to play—even if she wouldn’t start—it felt like anything was possible.

"you know," you say, your voice still tinged with disbelief as you drive out of the parking lot, 

"i’ve always had faith in you. but this… this is amazing."

lena reaches over to take your hand, her fingers lacing through yours. "thank you," she says softly, squeezing your hand.

the day of the champions league semi-final second leg arrives, and the allianz arena is packed. it feels like the entire city of munich is excited with anticipation, and the atmosphere inside the stadium is electric. 

the girls had gotten you a seat right behind the bench, so you had an incredible view of the pitch—and of lena, who was dressed in her bayern kit for the first time in nearly a year.

even though she wasn’t in the starting lineup, just seeing her there, on the sidelines, made your heart swell with pride. she’d worked so hard for this moment, and whether she played or not, you knew this was a victory in itself.

the first half of the game is tense, and the aggregate score still has chelsea ahead, but in the 34th minute, pernille scores an absolute screamer against her former club. the stadium erupts, and you leap out of your seat, cheering and clapping for your friend.

"yes, pernille!" you yell, your voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. you’re so proud of her, and so proud of all the girls. 

the second half kicks off, and in the 50th minute, georgia scores a brilliant header, putting bayern ahead on aggregate. again, the stadium explodes with noise, and you can’t stop yourself from jumping up in excitement.

"2-0!" you scream, your heart pounding with excitement. 

"we’re winning!"

as the minutes tick down, the tension in the air grows thicker, and you glance toward the sidelines where lena is warming up. your heart skips a beat as you watch her, laser-focused, going through her final stretches. 

it’s the 85th minute, and you can see the murmurs of excitement around you as people begin to wonder if lena will be subbed on.

"is she going in?" you hear someone near you whisper to their friend.

"lena oberdorf is finally playing again!" another person exclaims.

your pulse quickens as you watch her pull on her red home jersey, standing at the touchline, waiting to be subbed in. the crowd is buzzing, and when she’s subbed on for pernille in the 88th minute, the cheers are deafening.

"obiiii!" you shout, a huge smile on your face as you clap and cheer for her.

almost immediately after she’s on the pitch, lena goes in for a clean, hard tackle against mayra ramirez. the crowd gasps, but she gets up quickly, and the ball is cleared. 

you breathe out in relief, shaking your head with a grin. it’s like she never left. she’s back, and she’s ready.

the final whistle blows, and bayern wins 2-0 on the night, advancing to the champions league final against manchester city after winning 4-3 AGG. the girls on the pitch are celebrating, hugging each other, and you can’t stop smiling, your heart bursting with pride.

after about twenty minutes, when the celebrations have died down a bit, pernille spots you standing behind the barrier and waves you over. 

"come here!" she shouts, her grin wide as she reaches out to help you over the bars.

before you know it, you’re standing on the pitch, the lights of the stadium shining down on you as you search for lena. she jogs up to you, her face glowing with excitement, and you pull her into a tight hug, your heart swelling with emotion.

"i’m so happy to see you back out there," you whisper, your arms wrapped tightly around her. 

"you did so well."

lena laughs, pulling back slightly to look at you. 

"i only played for six minutes."

"and you crushed it," you say, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

"coming back from an acl injury and getting back out there—that’s amazing, lena. i’m so proud of you."

she smiles, her eyes softening as she leans in to kiss your forehead. 

"thank you," she whispers, her voice filled with emotion. 

"i couldn’t have done it without you."

you hug her tightly again before making your way around the pitch, hugging each of the girls one by one, congratulating them on their incredible victory. it’s a night you’ll never forget—watching them advance to the final of the biggest competition in europe, knowing how hard they’ve worked to get here.

after the girls head back to the locker room, you climb back into the stands, feeling lighter than you have in weeks. the joy of the win is still buzzing through your veins when your phone buzzes with a message in the group chat.

georgia: madga’s house tonight. celebration. don’t be late.

you smile, knowing exactly what kind of night it’s going to be—laughter, drinks, and endless retelling of every moment from the match. 

you get into your car, driving to magda’s house with excitement buzzing in your chest.

when you arrive, the girls are already there, the mood lively and celebratory. magda’s house is filled with the sound of voices, and as you step inside, you’re greeted with hugs and cheers from your friends.

"you made it!" magda says, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“of course i wouldn’t miss the best club in the world making it to the final!!” you squeak over the music. 

“of course noottt!!” sydney slurs as she puts her arm around your shoulders.

you laugh. yup, she's already tipsy.

"absolutely," you reply, smiling as you make your way through the house, finding lena again and wrapping your arm around her waist.

as the night goes on, you’re filled with a sense of overwhelming gratitude. these girls—your friends, your girlfriend—they’ve welcomed you into their world in ways you never expected.

it’s been almost a year since you’ve been added to their chat, and life has never been better.

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