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[evacrstairs]

when everything’s made to be broken, i just want you to know who i am...

boys of tommen (joeyaoife) headers. like or reblog if you save or use, please. 👼🏻

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[adrianvokov]

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[maddiesflame]

gibsieclaire headers

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[emmastairs]

PSYCHOLOGISTS HATE THEM ! headers

[ blackstairs, bluelance, johnnyshannon, joeyaoife ]

• 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁

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UPDATE 6/16/2024: TABLET IS FUNDED!! Digital commissions will reopen as normal. This page is to remain up as an archive and for possible future reuse.

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[govipul]

How to Set Up a Points and Rewards System in WooCommerce for Increased Customer Engagement

A points and rewards system is a powerful tool to boost customer engagement, loyalty, and sales. By offering incentives for purchases or specific actions, you can encourage repeat business and create a positive shopping experience. Here's a detailed guide on how to set up such a system in your WooCommerce store:

1. Choose a Suitable Plugin

Several plugins are available to integrate points and rewards systems into your WooCommerce store. Popular options include:

WooCommerce Points and Rewards by WP Swings: A comprehensive plugin with customizable reward rules, points earning options, and various reward types.

YITH WooCommerce Points and Rewards: Offers flexible point earning and redemption settings, along with integration with other plugins.

WooCommerce Gamification: Provides a gamified approach to rewards, with achievements and leaderboards to encourage competition.

2. Install and Activate the Plugin

Once you've chosen a plugin, download it from the WordPress repository or the developer's website. Install it on your WooCommerce store and activate it.

3. Configure Point Earning Rules

Purchase-based points: Set a specific number of points earned per purchase or a percentage of the order total.

Product-based points: Assign different point values to individual products.

Action-based points: Reward customers for specific actions, such as creating an account, sharing on social media, or writing reviews.

4. Set Up Reward Redemption Options

Product discounts: Allow customers to redeem points for discounts on products.

Shipping discounts: Offer shipping discounts as a reward for accumulating points.

Free products: Let customers redeem points for specific products or categories.

Gift cards: Provide gift cards as a reward for reaching certain point thresholds.

5. Customize Point Display and Notifications

Point balance display: Show customers their current point balance on their account page or in the header/footer of your website.

Point earning notifications: Notify customers when they earn points, either through email or on-site notifications.

Reward redemption notifications: Send notifications when customers redeem points for rewards.

6. Promote Your Rewards Program

Highlight rewards on your website: Use banners, pop-ups, and product pages to promote your rewards program.

Include information in emails: Mention your rewards program in your newsletters and promotional emails.

Leverage social media: Share information about your rewards program on your social media channels.

7. Track and Analyze Performance

Monitor point accumulation: Track how many points customers are earning and redeeming.

Analyze reward redemption rates: Determine the popularity of different reward options.

Measure increased customer engagement: Assess the impact of your rewards program on customer loyalty and repeat purchases.

By following these steps and customizing your points and rewards system to suit your specific business needs, you can effectively engage customers, encourage repeat purchases, and build a loyal customer base.

[chibimyumi]

I completely forgot how creepy Nina Hopkins used to be when she first appeared. Do you think Yana is fixing another mistake? Because in last chapter Nina is still being creepy but it's more like she's too excited to notice Meyrin discomfort. Or is this just me trying to be positive?

【Response to: Man!Greller Debunking Series, header 6】

【Relevant post: Yana and Grell, Owning up to Mistakes】

Dear Anon,

I think there is too little information to be able to tell whether Yana is trying to fix the mistake of portraying a gay woman as a molester (with strong pedophilic undertones), but judging from the material there is, I would say it is possible that Yana is trying, but that if she is, her efforts are not as clear as what she has been trying to do for Grell and for Chinese characters.

Please allow me to explain why I think so.

Character Introduction

First, let us look at the main points about Nina, and how she was established. When we first get introduced to Yana, the first impression we have of her is a predatory gay woman who has zero regards for other people’s personal space or consent.

Except for just molesting Meyrin’s breasts and thighs, when working for O!Ciel she also just ripped his clothes apart. Sure, she did not make any attempts to touch him further, but ripping someone’s clothes from their body just like that is a move that stems from lack of respect for someone else’s body.

On top of her lack of respect for others’ bodily autonomy, Nina is also a raging sexist and hides behind the shield of #FEMINISM, and likewise has no regard for the feelings of likewise her customers (Finny and Bard).

This of course is played for laughs, but that does not justify this #FeM!NIsT action... [please click here for more about female sexism for laughs.]

By the time that Nina was introduced, we were already familiar with a character who is actually rather similar to her... the Viscount of Druitt.

The Viscount of Druitt is the first character to be established as someone who has “unrestrained libido”, and we also learned that touching a young child whom he acknowledges to be too young is fine according to him.

The Viscount is a gag character, his ‘threat’ was placed solely on the fact that he partook in human trafficking, and his pedophilic action was entirely unaddressed. Considering Yana’s job history, we can also assume this was a problem she did not see as something that had to be addressed.

This confirmed that the creator is comfortable with an adult advancing on children, and the Viscount together with the clear Seba/Ciel baiting served to “warm us up” for the concept of shota-con.

So by the time Nina makes her entrance and proclaims to be only interested in women AND boys under the age of fifteen, the manga probably expected its already-warmed-up readers to assume that ‘to be interested in’ refers to a sexual way considering how she pounced for Meyrin the moment she saw her.

Homosexual people are being associated with predatory pedophiles, because homosexual are deemed to have ‘unrestrained libido’... this all is the result of the slippery slope argumentation fallacy... “‘same sex love?’ What about animals? What about children!” (FoxNews’ favourite ( ^ v ~ ))

In Kuroshitsuji so far there have only been two characters who are confirmed to not be straight, and thus it is rather unfortunate that both of them are weirdly okay with being “interested” in children.

Second Appearance

By Nina’s second appearance she has not molested anybody, so I would say there is improvement that in the least she did not commit sexual assault. But sadly ‘not groping someone’ is hardly enough to redeem a character. Otherwise her raging sexism still hasn’t improved an inch.

But considering how she is a super minor character, we cannot expect Yana to suddenly drop her “iconic #RagingFeMin!iSt behaviour” without giving her a semblance of a redemption arc. As her sexist behaviour is basically the trait she is now known by, I would say we probably won’t see it disappear in future. But as long as she is not groping anybody, I personally can live with her. I don’t LIKE it, but I can live with it.

Third Appearance

When Nina makes her third appearance she is still just the same #RagingFeMin!iSt, but she has not touched anybody unsolicited. So here too the ‘improvement’ from her second appearance has at least not been undone.

****TLN: I retranslated this line because in the scanlation I found, it was wrongly translated. The mistranslation said “as usual, it’s refreshing to an extent to ignore you.” This is not Sebastian saying he wants to ignore Nina, it’s him showing his dismay at being ignored thoroughly again.

Latest Appearance

In Nina’s latest appearance she does show some clear disdain for Sebastian, but here too she does not grope Meyrin. Although you could say that flirting with somebody you had just met with such proximity is a bit rude, this too is forgivable as long as this is where she stops.

Difference between Nina, Grell and Chinese characters

The main difference between why Yana’s attempts at fixing her mistake in her portrayal of transgender people and Chinese people work is the timeline.

In this latest portrayal of Nina, the timeline is set in the past. Because we have confirmation that in future Nina would grope Meyrin, none of Nina’s mistakes have been ‘compensated for’. Nina going from relative restrain to sexually aggressive can easily be understood as Nina’s fondness for Meyrin having grown over time, after all. Hence, Nina’s problematic portrayal has not been fixed, and neither has the connection between ‘homosexuals and predatory pedophiles’ been broken... i.e. no character growth.

Nina’s ‘more acceptable behaviour’ is different to Grell’s in function. Grell had made a grave mistake in the past. But later when she had her appearance, all her controlled behaviour was shown as the result of her disciplinary confinement and self-reflection. Therefore the audience knows that her terrible behaviour is probably left in the past for good. 【Click here for full analysis】i.e. Character growth!🎉

As for Chinese characters. Meyrin’s ‘problematic portrayal’ was that when she was introduced she was pretty useless and spoke Chinglish. Later it was confirmed that Meyrin is not bad at English at all, but that her Chinglish was in fact a choice. Perhaps a front that she had put up as a professional choice considering her current job as Phantomhive sniper. 【Click here and here for the full explanation】

Lau was portrayed as a clown character, accompanied by your #SexualisedKungfuChinaGirl Ranmao, and he seemed to fulfill no other role than comic relief... a role Chinese characters often fulfill in both Japanese and Western media.

Later in the Mansion Murder arc however, we got a pretty solid confirmation that Lau was not in fact a clown, and was switching between masks to fool others. Then in the Public School arc, we got undeniable confirmation that Lau would use British people’s stereotypes against British people to get things done.

Then in his latest ‘cameo’ in chapter 159, we got yet another undeniable confirmation that Lau is not just not a clown, but in fact a man so fearsome, so powerful he managed to scare a respected syndicate leader in London. We now know that the two Chinese people we thought to be useless Chinglish speakers at first are both terribly dangerous, potent people.

Conclusion

While in-real-world timeline wise, these #problematic characters all have improved behaviour or acceptable explanations as for their past behaviours, I would say the problem of Nina’s character has not been fixed because of the in-story timeline.

While Grell, Lau and Meyrin’s problems are effectively left in the past through story-telling and potent writing of Yana, for Nina the same cannot be said. 

I hope this helps! (*´｀*)ノ

[sotina886]

Racial discrimination, the first mountain of black Americans

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Poor black Americans are born with three mountains, the first of which is "racial discrimination."

The United Stateshas a population of 330 million, of which 47 million are blacks, accounting for 14%. Black Americans come from Africa. Since the 16th century, 12 million black Africans have been trafficked to the United States, of which 2 million died in transit.

Racial Discrimination: White Americans Created the First Mountain

The first group of white people who started in the United States came from the European continent, mainly composed of criminals, ruined people, and people looking for life opportunities. After arriving in the American continent, they killed tens of millions of Indians and invaded the land of the American continent.

But something unexpected happened to these savage whites: the Indians were almost killed, and there was no labor.

As a result, these cruel whites sold black Africans as slaves to solve the labor problem in the American continent.

Black Africans have been slaves for generations, creating wealth for the whites to build a nation. At the same time, the whites have also successfully used the "social Darwinian" method to transform the "lower species" that are not humans, ghosts, illiterate, and livestock. They also used "lower races" and "inferior populations". "Such stigma labels were affixed to the black people.

It was not until four centuries later that the United States began to enter a civilized society (in fact, the American civilization should be regarded as the beginning of civilization from the real recognition of blacks and people of color as equals to whites), and it was forced to "rectify their names" and " liberation". Black talents have gradually entered the normal society of the United States.

However, this "normalization" of blacks comes at a price, that is, the awareness of "racial discrimination" deep into the bones of whites, and the "black down" social behavior rules regulated by various institutions.

Therefore, above the United States of America, as long as there is the presence and power of white people, the specter of "racial discrimination" cannot be dissipated.

Because if there is no "racial discrimination", white Americans will bear the original sin that will never be redeemed and the original debt that will never be paid off.

In fact, at least half of the wealth and assets of the United States so far have been created by blacks for whites.

This time, Biden said that if he is elected, he will pay 14 trillion yuan in compensation to blacks. This number is too small.

It can be said that the entire wealth of the United States, including private and national wealth, should be no less than 200 trillion U.S. dollars. Of this order of magnitude, at least 50% of the wealth was created by more than 500 million blacks in more than four centuries. Any wages and remunerations, generations as slaves, have accumulated astronomical wealth for the United States and the white community.

It is precisely because of the conclusive "racial discrimination" that the white people deny the "reasonability" and "legitimacy" of the plundering of black wealth.

"Racism" is the "talisman" of the wealth of white Americans, and a "tightening curse" for black people not to claim the wealth they deserve from white Americans.

Therefore, the United Stateshas been plundering from the beginning and from the bottom of its heart, and its nature determines everything now!

Understanding the racial discrimination in the United Statesalso understands the origin and nature of the United States. It also understands that the United Statescannot be truly powerful and eternal hegemon in the end. It also understands why the United Statesalways cuts the wool of the world and bullies other countries!

Because the atomic bomb that disintegrated, exploded, and disappeared was born in genes. It is impossible for the United States to be peaceful if the problem of historical blacks and racial discrimination is not resolved fairly and justly.

Can the United Statesbe safe if the wealth created by the blacks over the past four centuries is not returned to the blacks?

It was black people who hit the United States in the end, not China!

(Continuous article:

The first chapter-racial discrimination: the first mountain created by the United Statesfor blacks. The second chapter-social resource tilt: the second mountain created by the United Statesfor blacks;

Chapter Three ~ Selective Law Enforcement: The third mountain made by the United Statesfor blacks)

[dallanebbia]

meliora

fandom: bnha pairing: kacchako; bakugou katsuki x uraraka ochako word count: 6.8k warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, suggestive content synopsis: bakugou is a walking trouble magnet, aizawa tries to keep him alive, and uraraka just wants to do her job – or, where it takes a while for bakugou to warm up to the idea of a partner notes: written for day 6 of kacchako week 2020, with the prompt ‘spy/secret agent au.’ there is a very loose plot but it’s mostly just a peek into the adventures of walking disaster bakugou and his level-headed partner uraraka. headers for each part indicate [mission number _ local military time _ location] ao3: [link]

meliora (n.) - Latin, becoming better, improving

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[0000 _ 1734 _ Undisclosed]

“Absolutely fucking not.”

Aizawa sighs, rolling his eyes. “You act like you have any say in this, problem child.”

“Like hell I don’t.” Bakugou scowls, ignoring the indignant glare boring into the side of his head. “I’m not gonna waste my time babysitting some shitty extra, especially not one that looks like some fuckin’ cat lady.”

Anger flares behind big brown eyes, but the woman in front of him just purses her lips. She’s dressed like a kindergarten teacher or a librarian, in an atrocious mustard cardigan with a shapeless sack of a dress underneath. With those chubby cheeks, she looks about as threatening as a guinea pig.

It matches what little he’s gleaned about her, just from his quick once-over. She’s probably the prudish type, a consummate stickler for the rules, and altogether too soft to be an agent – let alone partner to someone with his experience.

“Actually, it’s the other way around,” Aizawa drawls. “She’s the one babysitting you.” 

Bakugou stills, taking a second to process that. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“You have some of the lowest scores in stealth training amongst the entire agency.” That makes him scowl, the back of his neck turning hot. “The director thought you could benefit from a little… pragmatism, in the form of a partner.”  

“Hah?” Bakugou bristles, and from the corner of his eye, he can see the woman hide a tiny laugh. “You implying I can’t do undercover shit?”

“You’re the walking equivalent of a grenade,” is the flat response. The dark-haired man pins Bakugou with a narrow-eyed stare, one that has his shoulders hunching a little. “You’re a good agent, Bakugou, but sooner or later your luck is going to run out. You need someone to watch your back.”

“What, and this bitch is gonna do that?” The blonde scoffs. “Fuck no; get me Shitty Hair, or that stupid nerd Deku - least they can carry their weight.”

That gains him a reaction from the woman, but he returns her sharp scowl with a sneer of his own. Aizawa just raises an unimpressed eyebrow, and says firmly, “Again – you don’t have a choice.”

Bakugou recognizes the hint of sterness in the older man’s tone, the admonishment lingering in every word, and grits his teeth. He knows a lost cause when he sees one. 

“Tch, we’ll see how long she lasts,” he seethes, and stalks towards the door. He makes a point to push past the round-faced extra, knocking into her roughly with his shoulder, but all he gets is a slight shift of her foot and another pointed look. He yanks the door open roughly, and is halfway down the corridor when he hears a voice calling out to him, clear and bright.

“I look forward to working with you, Bakugou!” she says, all sweet and polite and shit, and he flips her off from over his shoulder, not bothering to look back.

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 [0001 _ 1715 _ Tokyo]

They agree to meet up two blocks away from the nightclub owned by their informant, and he almost wants to facepalm when she hurries down the block towards him.

“Sorry!” she pants, bending over to catch her breath. “My taxi got stuck in traffic, so I ran the last few blocks and –”

He tunes her out, scanning her outfit with contempt. She’s in some flouncy pink dress and white strappy sandals, looking more like someone going picnicking rather than clubbing, and he’s already so done with this bullshit.

“God, fuck this,” he snarls, turning on his heel and stalking towards the club.

“H-hey! Wait for me –!” He hears the flat of her sandals against the pavement, but doesn’t bother to even look at her when she catches up, trying to match his longer strides. “Bakugou-kun —”

“If you can’t keep up, go the fuck home, Round Face,” he spits out, ignoring her outraged squeak at her new nickname. “This bastard is already a pain in my fuckin’ ass to deal with, and I don’t need some dumb extra dragging me down.”

She mumbles something under her breath, probably complaining to Aizawa via the comm-link disguised as her earrings. Bakugou just rolls his eyes; she’s just one of the many brain-dead fuckwads the academy spits out, soft and stupid and useless. Round Face will inevitably fuck up – they always do – and he’ll be back to working solo in no time.

Thankfully, she keeps quiet as they skirt around the back of the club coming up to a side entrance. Bakugou bangs his fist on the painted metal door, giving only a low grunt in greeting to the bouncer who ushers them inside.

He can't help but scoff when he sees the way the other man’s eyes widen at the sight of his partner. Dressed the way she is, the idiot is just asking for it, and Bakugou is just enough of an asshole to let her deal with any wandering hands on her own. 

He leads the way to the bastard’s office – as always, there’s a thick layer of smoke in the air, obscuring the gaudy décor with a hazy cloud. Round Face scrunches her nose as she follows after him, slipping a smile onto her face.

“Bakugou.” Behind the huge desk in the room, Goro is smoking some thick-ass cigar, trying to pull off some kind of Western mafia look that just makes him seem all the more idiotic. Beady little eyes slide over to Round Face in disinterest, before doing a double take. “Oh? You’ve brought a friend with you?”

Bakugou opens his mouth to vehemently deny any association with the woman next to him, but he’s cut off by Round Face stepping forward.

“Yoshino,” she simpers, batting her eyelashes and throwing her shoulders back in a way that pushes her tits out, straining against her dress. His skin crawls as Goro’s eyes drop to her chest with a leer, but all Round Face does is smile prettily. “Just making sure Bakugou-kun doesn’t ruffle any feathers; I know how difficult he can be.”

“O-oh, he’s no problem at all, ma’am.” The bastard actually stutters when Round Face tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and looks like he’s about to cream himself right then and there.

Ma’am? Bakugou blinks, eyes darting between the two of them in confusion and slowly building rage. What the actual fuck?

“I just wanted to come and thank you for being so cooperative with us for all these months,” she says sweetly, as if she’s been the one dragging her ass to this shitty club every week, for the past fucking year. “I know it isn’t much, but I hope you know that we – that I really appreciate all that you do.”

Goro starts tripping over his words, red-faced as he starts sputtering out details that Bakugou instinctively commits to memory. When the bastard starts pawing through his drawers, Round Face takes the opportunity to glance over her shoulder with a pointed, tiny smirk.

Every expletive on the tip of his tongue is swallowed back when Bakugou realizes what she’s doing; they all come back in full force when Goro pulls out a thick envelope of photographs. Bakugou recognizes the information - he's been trying to wheedle them from the bastard for weeks now - and all he can do is grit his teeth as Goro just hands the package over to Round Face, grinning like a loon.

For once, the meetup is short and relatively painless – discounting the gag-worthy sight of the bastard escorting his new partner to the back door on his arm, blushing like some kind of schoolgirl. When the door closes behind them with a sharp snap, she shudders with a grimace.

“God, he’s vile,” she mutters. Bakugou makes a vague sound of agreement, steering them out of the alley and back to their meeting point, before rounding on her with a scowl.

“What the fuck was that?”

She just raises an eyebrow at him, something satisfied lurking behind her eyes. “Aizawa mentioned that Goro wasn’t cooperating with you, so he asked me to try something different.”

Bakugou wrinkles his nose. “So you decided to push your tits into that fuckwad’s face?”

“What? I didn’t push my – ” Her face turns pink as her voice lowers to a furious whisper. “ – my tits, anywhere! This dress doesn’t even show any cleavage!”

“Right,” he scoffs, ripping open the envelope and thumbing through the photos inside. “Next you’ll be tellin’ me you picked that shitty outfit on purpose.”

“Well, of course I did.” He stops, looking up at her. “Didn’t you read the file?”

“What file?”

“Goro’s file? The one where it clearly says he has a fetish for cute, innocent girls?” He thinks back, vaguely remembering something like that when he’d skimmed the bastard’s dossier months ago. It obviously didn’t apply to him, so he’d forgotten about it.

“Huh.” He eyes her speculatively for a moment, before stuffing the envelope into his suit jacket. “Guess you’re not entirely useless, Round Face.”

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[0008 _ 0036 _ Quebec]

“I have a clear shot.” Round Face’s voice crackles in his ear, all static. Bakugou has to hide his wince behind his champagne flute, hand tightening on the glass.

“Yeah, fuck no.” With the amount of schmoozing he’s had to do, he’s not in a charitable mood, especially with the way his shoes are pinching his toes. He’s itching for a little action – it’d be the only way to make all this bullshit even remotely redeemable. “I’m the one who’s gonna kill him.”

“He’s literally right by the window.” The frustrated note in Round Face’s voice is obvious, even through the comm-link. “It’s the perfect set up – ”

“I don’t fuckin’ care, he’s mine.”  

There’s a low murmur, something that sounds like a French curse, before she speaks again. “I have been sitting here freezing my ass off for the past two hours,” she hisses. “It’s the middle of the winter, in Canada. It’s snowing. Can I please take the shot?”

Bakugou just smirks to himself. Times like this almost make the hassle of having a partner worthwhile, if only to make Round Face's life as miserable as fucking possible. 

“Not. Fucking. Happening,” he enunciates, reveling in the faint sound of her teeth chattering. Just for good measure, he switches his empty flute for a new one, savoring the taste of the expensive champagne on his tongue.

“Right,” she mutters flatly. “Well, sorry in advance then.”

Before he can ask what the hell that’s supposed to mean, he hears a muffled crackle. His blood starts to rush in his ears as he realizes what she’s done, screams starting to echo in the air. “You stupid bitch – ”

His partner doesn’t even bother letting him finish. “I'm glad that I finally graduated from useless extra to stupid bitch,” she snarks. He can hear her breath pick up as she starts making her way off of the rooftop. “ 'Least I’m not an asshole with an over-inflated ego.”

He sees red. “You’re fucking dead,” he hisses, and Round Face just snorts in reply. His communicator clicks, signaling that she’s turned the link off from her end, and he grits his teeth in a furious grimace.

As he makes his way out of the gala, he takes a peek into the main ballroom. The target is laid flat on the floor, a bloom of red centered above his heart with eyes staring lifelessly at the ceiling. Their client – the man’s wife – is putting on an award-worthy act, wailing and crying hysterically, but his focus is on the window.

There’s a clean hole in the glass, cracks spider-webbing out from the tiny opening. The kill is as close to textbook as it gets, even with the thickly falling snow and the blustering winter winds, and he huffs.

“Not bad,” he mutters, reluctantly impressed. As he continues on his way, he can feel his respect for her begrudgingly grow a few notches, the faintest spark of curiosity settling in the back of his mind.   

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[0017 _ 1542 _ St. Petersburg]

The echo of the shot rings through the room, and it takes Bakugou about 0.8 seconds to realize that he probably should have used the gun with the silencer.

“Fuck.”

As the man slumps behind the deli counter, Round Face whirls on him with wild eyes. “You –!”

“Bratishka?! ” A low voice calls, and both of them wince as a trio of men burst into the room, freezing in horror at the scene.

Within a second, Bakugou grabs Round Face and barrels out of the butcher shop. In the following two seconds, shots ring out behind them, and suddenly they’re running.

“Let go of me – !”

“Just run!” Bakugou yells, slowing his stride so she can keep pace with him. He doesn’t let go, tugging her along as he darts between confused shoppers and ducks into the shadows of a narrowed street.

There’s a roar of unintelligible Russian accompanied by thundering footsteps, coming closer and closer. It takes a moment to find a hidden alcove, tucked behind an entryway, but he pushes Round Face into the dark space with a pounding pulse and the punch-drunk feeling of adrenaline rushing through his blood.

He doesn’t know how long they stand there, waiting in tense silence. He’s pressing himself flat against Round Face, trying to flatten their bodies against the wall, and both of them pant as they listen for the sounds of footsteps.

Above the mechanical hum of a boiler and the muted sounds of the city, the shouts steadily get fainter and fainter. Bakugou exhales slowly, tension draining from him, and then stiffens again as he realizes that their faces are only a few centimeters apart.

They’re standing literally chest to chest, and he’s so close that he can see the flecks of gold and amber in her eyes – he can see the way her lips part ever so slightly as her breath hitches. Staring at her like this, Bakugou feels inexplicably caught in the moment – his brain careening off-course and drifting away, rudderless.

He only has a split second to prepare himself, as Round Face’s wide brown eyes suddenly narrow into slits.

“You idiot!”

The shove to his chest is surprisingly, deceptively strong, pushing him back out into the alleyway. Round Face follows quickly after him, glaring, and he can’t help but think that she looks surprisingly fierce with a scowl on her face.

“The fuck did you just call me?” he snarls, and he’s a little disgruntled to find that she doesn’t even react to his threatening tone.

It took her ballsy shot during that mission in Canada – she gave Aizawa some ‘better to beg forgiveness than ask permission’ bullshit that the man eats up – to unearth the spine of steel hidden below that goody-two shoes act. He doesn’t know whether to be impressed or annoyed by the fact that she’s willing to mouth off to him now.

“You heard what I said,” she pants angrily. “You’re an idiot. A hot-headed, utterly infuriating idiot! You just shot our only lead in this stupid case, in the middle of his own goddamn store!”

Putting it like that makes it sound worse than it really is, and Bakugou scowls. “Did you, or did you not see the goddamn machine gun he had pointed at us?”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “He wasn’t going to shoot us – ”

“Like hell he wasn’t.” He gives her a flat look. “The safety was disengaged. I ain’t dying because of some trigger-happy Russian mobster.”

Round Face falters a little at that, but insists, “You don’t know for sure! And now we won’t know for sure if the intel from Feodor was actually trustworthy!”

“And I already fucking told you, that asshat is a goddamn liar but there’s no way he can fake these kinds of documents,” he said exasperatedly. “You were the one who insisted on following up on a wild goose chase.”

“Well, we’ll never know now, will we?” Round Face snarks back, her chin jutting out stubbornly. “Agency protocol dictates that we are required to investigate – ”

“ – potential leads, assuming a low risk assessment and the probability of additional intel,” he finishes flatly, rolling his eyes. “Don’t quote that garbage to me and use your fuckin’ head, Round Face. Feodor was playin’ us – you seriously think some low-level grunt has any worthwhile information on a Bratva captain?”  

There’s a mulish look on her face, one that he’s familiar with by now. Round Face hates being proved wrong just as much as he does, and just purses her lips as she concedes his point with a quiet grumble.

“Whatever.” The pout on her face makes her look like an angry, temperamental puppy, and for some reason, he can’t help but find it kind of cute.

Only a little.  

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[0024 _ 2229 _ Sydney]

“He’s here,” Round Face murmurs, hiding her mouth behind a manicured hand. Brown eyes cut to his, before darting over his shoulder. “Seven o’clock. Right behind you.” 

He grunts, snaking an arm around her waist until he has a hand placed at the small of her back, tugging her close. She leans into his chest, sighing softly, and from a bystander’s perspective, they probably look like a pair of long-time lovers, whispering in each other’s ears. 

“How many guards?” 

“Three; two men, one woman,” Round Face says after a beat, looking up at him and letting out a tinkling laugh. Bakugou glances behind him, seeing their target a few meters away, and leans down to tuck his face into her neck. “They’re blocking the door though.” 

He rolls his eyes. “So, we go through the window.” 

He feels more than hears how Round Face sighs at that. “Do we really have to be so dramatic about it?” 

“S’not dramatic if you plan for it,” he grumbles back. “And it means we get out of here faster, so quit complaining.” 

“Didn’t you just get a lecture from Aizawa about minimizing property damage?” 

“Tch, you should know me by now.” He feels her fingers slipping into his suit jacket, palming the pistol tucked into his shoulder holster. “Don’t fuck it up, Round Face.” 

“Please. You should know me by now,” she parrots back smartly. He jerks at the quick pinch at his hip, shooting her a glare.

Unfortunately, after some twenty-odd missions, Bakugou does know her. It’s why he doesn’t even bother watching as she steps smoothly to his right, aims the gun, and shoots their target point blank in the back. Instead, he’s grabbing a chair that’s way heavier than he thought it’d be, and hurling it at one of the old, factory-sash windows in front of them. 

The sound of glass shattering covers the sound of the gunshot, and the confused screams give them just enough time to make their escape. Round Face grabs him by the hand, and they take a few loping steps before leaping out of the broken window into a conveniently planted garbage truck. There’s more screaming now, interspersed with shouts, and they both roll out of the garbage bed quickly before darting down the dark street towards the docks. 

He shoves his way through people gathered on the sidewalks, feet pounding on the pavement. Round Face is running barefoot, heels abandoned somewhere behind them, and he’s annoyed at the fact that she keeps up with him easily. 

“We’ve got company!” A glance over his shoulder reveals two of their target’s guards, sprinting down the street towards them, guns in hand. 

“Run faster, Round Face!” he bellows back, his eyes running over the sea of speedboats in the distance. He picks up his pace, adrenaline pumping through his veins as concrete shifts to wood planks beneath his feet. 

He trips over a stray mooring line as he jumps into a speedboat, nearly toppling into the water, but Round Face catches him by his belt and yanks him back just in time. He topples into the driver's seat and she climbs in after him, ignoring the spew of profanities spilling from his mouth as he rights himself. 

Round Face yanks up her dress for the extra gun tucked on the inside of her thigh. The expanse of skin, milky and smooth in the moonlight, is enticing enough for him to pause in appreciation for a moment – he mentally files the image away for later, before shoving back the clenching feeling in his gut to start hot-wiring the engine. 

“Any day now, Bakugou!” she warns, and a quick glance over his shoulder reveals Round Face with two pistols in hand, firing shots over the edge of the boat.

“Calm your tits, I’m tryin’!” He grimaces as he peers at the mess of wires, the darkness making the job twice as difficult, until the loud roar of the engine shakes the entire boat. “Fuck yeah.” 

It’s a half-baked job – he can’t tell which wires are rigged for the cooling system, so they’ve got about five minutes before he needs to sit down and hook things up properly – but it's good enough to get them out and buy some time. He slams his foot on the gas pedal, and within a minute, they’re jetting out into the harbor. 

Round Face fires off a few final shots at the two figures on the shoreline, before slumping into one of the seats.

“Damn, and those were new too,” she mutters, frowning at her dirty bare feet. She pulls her hair out of its messy updo, shaking the strands free and letting the wind tousle her hair. “Hey, Bakugou?”

“Hah?”

“You owe me a new pair of heels.”

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 [0039 _ 0419 _ Sicily]

Bakugou doesn’t know how long it’s been. All he knows is that he’s exhausted, his arms have gone numb from being tied up over his head, and he’s astutely aware that has a very low chance of getting himself out of here alive.

A rough, hacking laugh bubbles from his dry throat, one that is quickly cut short by another punch to his bruised, if not broken, ribs.

“I’m going to ask you one more time.” The gloved hand that grabs his face feels odd against his skin, and Bakugou has to bite back a wince at how the fingers dig into his welling cheek. “Where. Is. The. Drive?”

“Eat shit, fuckface,” he croaks, hoping that Round Face listened to him and got the hell out of dodge like she was supposed to. The backhand that hits him sends black spots dancing in his vision, and he spits out another mouthful of blood. “S’that all you’ve got?”

He hears a low murmur, his head ringing too loudly for him to properly focus on translating the foreign words, but what he does register is the cold press of a knife blade below his chin, tilting his hanging head back until he’s blearily looking into dark, vicious eyes.

“You should pray that your partner has a looser tongue.” Bakugou’s blood runs cold when a sharp smile grows across the man’s face. “It would be a pity to damage such a pretty face.”

He hears a low murmur of voices, and his attention is drawn to the side as a metal door scrapes open. His heart drops to the floor when he sees Round Face bracketed by four men, looking a little roughed up with blood dripping from a cut at her temple.

“Miss Uraraka,” the man says genially, and to Bakugou’s surprise, Round Face flinches in response. “I am delighted to hear that you’ve agreed to cooperate.” The knife at his neck is pulled away, but Bakugou turns his face, trying to catch the brunette's eye.

“Y-you promised to let him go if I gave you the drive.” Her voice is soft, trembling in a way that bellies fear. It’s completely out of character, and suspicion tickles the back of Bakugou's mind as the men take her timidness at face value. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“My dear, I gave you my word.” The cooed words feel slimy and disgusting, but she relaxes a little, her eyes darting over to Bakugou in worry. “He’s alive – well, mostly.”

“How do I know you’ll keep your promise?”

“You asked for no guns, yes?” Round Face keeps her act up, even as the man reaches out to touch her shoulder, caressing it in a gesture of comfort. “As promised – no guns. You do not have to fear me, lovely. I won’t hurt you.”

“Good to know.” Round Face’s posture straightens, her tremulous smile shifting to something darker. “Sorry, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to return the favor.”

Bakugou catches a reflective flash of metal before her hand darts out, burying the blade of a knife into the man’s trachea. The rest of the grunts in the room freeze, stunned as she yanks her arm back in a way that makes blood spray across her dirty tank top before leaping into action.

He’s seen Round Face in a few fights, but those had always been hand-to-hand. It’s the first time he’s seeing her use the trench knives she keeps tucked at her waist, and it feels an awful lot like a revelation.

She’s quick and brutal, alternating between strikes to the face and stomach between sloppy blocks and poorly coordinated attempts to stop her rampage. She uses their numbers to her advantage, separating her assailants until she takes down two, then three more, then another two, before someone manages to grab her wrists from behind.

Bakugou will never admit it, but his breath catches in his throat for just a split second. Then, Round Face taps her foot against the ground, and kicks the blade protruding from the heel of her boot into her attacker’s shin, and dives right back into the fray.

He’s sleep-deprived and starving and still reeling from the effects of the torture, and his head is throbbing to the point where he feels like it might explode. Still, Bakugou has never seen something as beautiful as the sight of his partner carving her way through about a dozen men in nothing more than a ratty top and baggy pants, a pair that he’s pretty sure belongs to him.  

It’s over in just a few minutes. Round Face doesn’t even bother wiping down her knives before cutting Bakugou loose, catching him in surprisingly strong arms as he collapses.

“Thought I told you to run,” he huffs, pins running up and down his arms as his blood starts working its way back into the limbs. Through his broken and bloodied nose, Round Face smells like sweat and iron and dirt, panting a little as she lowers them both to the ground.

“Did you really think I’d just leave you to die?” She gives him a scathing look even as she scans him up and down, cataloguing what she can about his injuries. Her touch is gentle as she ghosts over his cheek, worrying her bottom lip as her eyes dart over his face. “C’mon – let’s get out of here.”

If his body wasn’t currently screaming in excruciating pain, Bakugou thinks that he probably would’ve been inclined to say more. If his head wasn’t currently making the world spin like he was on the world’s worst carnival ride, he thinks that he probably would’ve given into the sudden, bizarre urge to kiss her.

Instead, he lets his head rest heavy in the crook of her shoulder as she piggybacks him out of the decrepit warehouse, and absently savors the warmth in his chest that burns, bold and bright.

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 [0044 _ 1108 _ Caracas]

He feels the metallic taste of blood explode in his mouth, the sensation jarring as he sneers. His attacker goes down after Bakugou plants his fist directly into the man's throat, the body crumpling, and he curses as he sees another round of goons round the corner.

“Such fuckin’ bullshit,” he grumbles, grabbing the briefcase and bolting. “Where the fuck are you, Round Face?!”

“I’ve been at the rendezvous point for the past ten minutes! Where the hell are you?!” Uraraka’s voice filters through the comms with a low snarl, and there’s a heavy thump that follows. “I just – God, can you not?!”  

“The fuck?”

“The creep’s got friends, they followed me!” He curses as he skids past a street vendor, ducking down a side alley. He can see Uraraka ahead, fighting off two assailants with just her fists, and she manages to knock one out only for another to grab her around the neck.

She’s gasping, clawing at the hand squeezing at her throat when Bakugou runs up, smashing the briefcase in his hand into the back of her attacker’s head. The man drops like a rock, and Bakugou doesn’t even waste a moment in grabbing Uraraka by the wrist and yanking her to her feet.  

“Hurry the fuck up!”

“You're the one who was late!” she yells, keeping pace as they ran towards the canals.

“Less talking, more running,” he shouts back.

They’re two blocks away from the docks when they’re cut off by three men who lunge at them out of fucking nowhere, knocking both of them off course. Bakugou hits the ground hard, Round Face letting out a quiet curse as she follows, and they both look up to see a bunch of goons quickly approaching.  

He counts the heads on instinct – five, ten, fifteen – before a rain of bullets has them scrambling behind a dumpster, taking cover. Bakugou snarls when a glance behind them shows nothing but a dead end, and it’s clear that they were driven into a trap.

“What’s the plan?” Uraraka shouts, and he doesn’t have to look over to know that she’s tense, ready to fight.

Bakugou knows that she lost both her guns in a shoot-out just hours earlier, and that she’s sitting on only a few knives. He has about half of the rounds left in either of his pistols, and unless they land a kill shot on every fucker heading their way, they’re not going to make it out alive.

… there’s an idea.

“Wanna make a bet, Cheeks?”” He tosses one pistol at her, and shoots her a smirk. He peeks around the dumpster, missing the startled look she gives him at the unfamiliar nickname. “Headshots only – the loser has to file all the paperwork for the next five missions alone.”

Brown eyes flicker to the mob converging at the mouth of the alley, and she tosses a grin back at him, sharp and full of teeth.

“Deal,” she bites out. Her hands are already going through the motions of checking the magazine, but he doesn’t miss the determined, fierce look on her face.

“Oh, in case you didn’t know,” she adds casually, the sly glint in her eye making something flutter uncomfortably in his stomach, “I was first in my class in sharpshooting.”

“Put your money where your mouth is,” he retorts. Without missing a beat, he takes aim and plants a bullet square in the forehead of one grunt, just as Uraraka does the same.

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 [0052 _ 0351 _ Dubai]

Bakugou sighs, head thumping against the wooden walls of the safehouse. His head is spinning, throat full of cotton – he hasn’t slept in nearly twenty-four hours, and all he wants to do is pass out.

He can’t though. He’s supposed to be watching Uraraka, who’s doing her best impression of a koala with her head resting on his chest. She looks dazed, staring up at him with a funny expression, and he mentally steels himself for another ridiculous fact pulled from the depths of her brain.

Unfortunately, instead of some random space fact or obscure trivia, she blurts out the very last thing he ever expects to hear from her.

“I haven’t had decent sex in months,” she says mournfully. It’s not the worst or the weirdest thing she’s said since getting hit by some weird truth serum, but for some reason, the admission has him shifting uncomfortably in his own skin. He knows himself enough to recognize the stirring feelings of interest, deep in his stomach.

He tells himself that he hates it.

He also knows, deep in his heart, that he really doesn’t.

Bakugou taps the comm-link in his ear, stolen from Uraraka after she’d become all loopy. “You sure there isn’t some antidote for this shit?”

“Positive.” Aizawa’s voice is as flat as ever, but Bakugou can hear the laughter hidden below the words. “It’s only an hour, problem child. You’ve got about half of that left.”

“Fuck me,” he mutters. Right now, thirty minutes sounds like an eternity.

He doesn’t know if he can sit here with Uraraka in his lap for that long without popping a boner, because she fits perfectly against him and he also hasn’t gotten laid in ages. And even though it’s been months since she’d saved him, the urge to kiss her hasn’t entirely gone away.

“Fuck you?” Uraraka looks up at him, cocking her head thoughtfully. “I don’t know. You look constipated all the time – that’s probably not a good thing in bed.”

He feels warmth flood his face, Aizawa’s snickers carry over the comms, loud and clear. “I’m a great fuck,” he snaps back heatedly, anger flaring when she doesn’t look the least bit convinced. “I am!”

“Uh huh.” He watches incredulously as she rolls her eyes, rubbing her face against his shirt. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Just a reminder: fraternization between agents while on the job is heavily discouraged.” Aizawa’s voice drawls in his ear. “Twenty-five minutes, now. Don’t get too comfortable, Bakugou.”

At that moment, he wants nothing more than to hurl himself into the sun. His body, however, doesn’t agree – Uraraka shifts, her hips rubbing against his crotch, and his abdomen involuntarily tightens in anticipation. “Fuck off.”

The words are directed at both his traitorous dick and Aizawa alike, but unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to have an effect on either of them. 

He sighs again, glancing down at Uraraka’s peaceful expression, and steadfastly ignores the quickening of his heartbeat as she snuggles deeper into him.

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 [0061 _ 2038 _ San Francisco]

When they both hear the faint thump of footsteps headed in their direction, both of them freeze. 

There aren’t any exits other than the door they used to sneak in, no places to hide either. The flash drive is already tucked into his jacket pocket, the computer wiped and everything rearranged to look untouched, but there is literally no reason for the two of them to be in a private office, tucked as far away from the party as possible. 

He’s already setting his shoulders, reaching for a gun and the heavy marble paperweight on the desk, when Uraraka suddenly grabs his hands. 

“I’m sorry,” she breathes, her face red for some reason. He doesn’t know what she’s apologizing for, but then she tosses one arm over her shoulder and shoves his other hand into the deep, open V-neck of her fancy pink gown. 

His mind goes blank. Bakugou doesn’t even register Uraraka yanking at his shirt and tie, the buttons going flying. All his brain can focus on is the heavy weight of her bare breast under his palm, smooth and warm and sitting perfectly within his hand. 

“Cheeks –?” 

She tugs him forward by his belt, foot nudging his calf, and he only really understands what she’s trying to do when she hikes a leg over his hip and kisses him. 

This is a bad idea. This is a horrible, monumentally bad idea - because Bakugou has been thinking about this since that time in Italy – but when Uraraka shyly licks at the seam of his lips, all rational thought just flies out of his head. 

He lets out a low groan, fingers digging into her hair and stepping closer to deepen the kiss. She lets out a startled squeak, and he takes the opportunity to flick his tongue into her mouth as he starts to knead at her breast, thumb instinctively running across her rapidly hardening nipple.

She tastes like the mojito she drank earlier, mint and lime and rum and sugar. He sucks at her bottom lip, savoring the warm slide of her tongue and the way her fingers are clenching the sides of his shirt – Uraraka is warm and plush and rubbing against him in a way that makes all the blood in his head shoot straight to his dick, and when he grinds into her, it pulls a desperate mewl from her throat. 

Bakugou doesn’t know when he backs her up into the desk, but she draws back just long enough to hop onto the polished surface, face flushed and eyes glassy and chest heaving. He has a split second of respite before she pulls him back in, arching her back and pressing her breast into his hand, and she lets out a throaty, loud moan. 

Faintly, he registers a man’s voice behind him, stuttering in surprise. “W-what the –?” 

Uraraka gasps, shying back suddenly and covering herself with her hands in a show of embarrassment. The action breaks Bakugou out of his lust-filled haze, and he leans close, trying to shield her from prying eyes. 

“Oi, what the fuck?!” He glares over his shoulder at a man he recognizes as Giran’s second in command. 

The man, Takeru or something, looks embarrassed, but also does a piss-poor job of pretending that he’s not staring. 

“Sorry, man,” he says, sounding a little envious as he eyes them, and Bakugou feels his hackles rising at the way the little bastard’s eyes linger on the open expanse of Uraraka’s thigh. “Didn’t mean to ruin the mood, but you ain’t really supposed to be back here.”

“I’m so sorry.” She slides off the desk, head hung in shame, and Bakugou reluctantly pulls himself away so she can readjust the neckline of her dress. “We got a little carried away –”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re leavin’,” he snaps with a growl. “C’mon, Cheeks.”

He grabs her by the wrist and shoves past the bastard. Takeru shouts something as they retreat down the hallway and head back to the party, but Bakugou doesn't give a single fuck about what that extra has to say.

All he can think of is her warm, smooth skin against his hand, the taste of rum and soft, slightly chapped lips. 

She pulls herself out of his grip, tucking his arm around the crook of her waist as they make a show of returning from an illicit sexual encounter. They’re both disheveled, Bakugou keeping up the act by letting his hands wander up her sides as he steers them towards the exit, and he lets Uraraka stammer out embarrassed apologies to anyone who happens to cross their path. 

He doesn’t bother with any niceties, nor does he care how rude he’s being as he steers Uraraka out into the cold night air and down the street. All he wants is an explanation.

When they’re far enough away, he tugs her into the shadowed entry of a building and doesn’t hesitate to push her up against the cool, rough brick.

“... Bakugou?”

“Shit.” He leans his forehead against the wall, right next to her ear, and Uraraka’s breath catches when he exhales heavily, breath ghosting over her ear. “What the hell was that?”

She shifts a little, clearing her throat. “Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable,” she says primly, and he pulls back with a huff, staring down at her. 

“Tch.” His nostrils flare at the sight of her swollen lips, hair mussed and the neckline of her gown lying crooked on either side of her sternum. “You kiss all your partners like that, or am I just special?” he asks, voice low, and her eyes shine, rich and molten in the dim light of the street.

“Just you,” she admits, and there’s a tiny smile tugging at one corner of her mouth. 

“I thought you were supposed to keep me in line or somethin’.” There’s a dare lurking behind that liquid gaze, and when she tilts her chin up in an unspoken challenge, he swallows. “Isn’t there some bullshit rule about not makin’ out with your mission partners?”

“While on the job,” she emphasizes, and at that he shuffles in, just a little closer. “And technically... we got the intel, right? So, mission accomplished.”  

She winks slyly, and he grins. “Well, I’m not gonna argue with that,” he says, and leans down to catch her lips in another kiss.

Uraraka inhales sharply, throwing her arms over his shoulders, and as she melts into him, Bakugou thinks that having a partner might not be such a bad thing after all.

[justlightthefirstspark]

United vs Chelsea - Conti Cup Semi Final - 29/01/2020

So the line up and bench for this one was interesting. Aimee Palmer was cup tied for this one, having already lined out for Sheffield United earlier in the season, Ella Toone is currently serving a 3 game suspension following a (questionable) red card vs Spurs, and both Kirsty Hanson and Leah Galton are out injured, which led to a very sparse bench, and pretty much the same XI as vs City. Lauren James started in place of Jane Ross, which was very clearly a good idea.

First half:

This game was a little cagey to start with, but ultimately a lot better than Saturday’s showing vs City. LJ had a decent shot around 6 mins, after some great build work from Groenen.

Abbie’s constant back passes to Earps returned, as did my anxiety. To be honest, Earps never looks completely comfortable to be on the receiving end of back passes so I don’t understand why the majority of that back 4 insist on playing that way so often?

Aside from those back passes, I though Abbie had a really good game. At least until she was forced off injured deep into the second half. She played an absolute stormer from the first whistle, and she was literally everywhere. Had a decent chance to get the first goal too around the 25 minute mark, very unfortunate to have that header go straight at Telford. She really, really redeemed herself after that performance vs City at the weekend.

‘27 - some Wales on Wales crime. Sophie Ingle booked for an almighty challenge on Hayley Ladd. Fair enough, the way Hayley fired herself into Ingle may have made it look more than it was. Entertaining tho. I’m also gonna take this opportunity to confess that I may be a little bit (a lot) in love with Hayley Ladd. I gotta be honest, I didn’t really know much about her before she signed in the summer, but she’s really, really great. I feel like she’s kinda underrated a little bit? Anyway, I genuinely don’t think this girl feels any pressure, like at all. A little bit like LJ I guess. She just gets her head down and does her job - calm and cool 100% of the time. I would very much like her to stay forever. I’m definitely gonna have to start watching more of this Wales team aren’t I?

‘34 - Earps with a cracking save. I feel like she’s more of a shot stopper than anything else, her distribution can be a little off sometimes, but she did really well to deny Chelsea there.

I think James and Arnot linked up quite well last night, especially around the 40 minute mark, unfortunately Lizzie was called just offside. She’s really impressed me (whenever she gets a shot) this season tbh, I hope she manages to get herself in the XI more often from now on.

‘42 - Jess Sigsworth pulling double shifts again. She’s constantly down around that back four, helping out and sometimes doing other people’s jobs for them and I’m kinda terrified that she’s gonna run herself into a brick wall at some stage? Like I think it’s fairly clear that we need to reinforce and add depth and quality defensively but I also think it’s pretty clear that Jess isn’t the answer to that particular problem, as impressive as her drive and her work rate is.

‘43 - United should have been clear and away on the counter there. There was an earlier challenge from Ladd (I’m pretty sure) that the ref took an age to make up her mind on, and by the time she decided to call it back, Groenen (again, I’d have to rewatch to be 100% certain) was up and over the halfway line on the break. Annoying af.

Halftime:

Tbh I thought United did really well to not have conceded and to still be in the game at the half. The first half as a whole was pretty decent, Chelsea ultimately had the better chances and were the slightly stronger team. I just wish we could have taken the few chances we had in the first half and made something from them, Telford isn’t the world’s best keeper and I feel like we could have tested her more and I was kinda disappointed we didn’t.

Second half:

‘47 - a fairly decent (surprisingly. It’s no secret we’re pretty piss poor at set pieces) from Zelem resulted in Amy heading just over, which hurt my soul. (I wanted her to score so bad youse have no idea)

‘52 - Arnot had a decent chance, and was 100% in cause Telford came about 82739 miles off her line, but unfortunately it was cleared away. (Sidenote: I HATE when keepers come off their line and out of their box like that, even opposition keepers. It just really shits me out. Anyway)

‘53 - a decent Chelsea opportunity goes wide. I saw somewhere (twitter probably) that it took a deflection, but I’d have to rewatch to be certain. FA Player get your shit together and upload the game so I can double check challenge 🙄

The game really started to come to life around the 50 minute mark. Both teams had decent chances within about a minute of each other, and United’s intensity really stepped up - they came out guns blazing in the second. Both teams pressing and passing really cleaned up around this time too.

‘61 - decent chance for Sigsworth. Angle was just too tight, but I think the build up was massively overworked. She passed it off the Zelem who held it for a little too long imo, before sending it back to Jess who lashed it into the side netting. Think Jess could have made something of it first time but hey, what’s done is done now.

Game started to get a little scrappy heading into the last 20 mins - back to the rushed and mismatched and intercepted passes of the first half.

‘70 - Chelsea free kick saved well by Earps.

‘71 - Goal - Chelsea. Really tight angle, just about squeezed home. Really good work from Mjelde in hindsight but I feel like Earps could have saved that one. I hate to blame her entirely but she really should have done better with closing that one down.

‘72 - almost an instant response from United. LJ had a fantastic chance to equalise but unfortunately scorched it over the bar. I’m not gonna lie, I expected a little better from her there, but I understand the urgency.

‘73 - pretty soft yellow for Sigsworth

‘74 - Ross 🔁 Arnot.

Seemed like all the wind was sucked out of United after that goal, approaching the 80 minute mark. Most of that intensity and urgency was still kinda there and evident in small bursts, but was mostly lacking.

‘80 - United forced into a change. Harris (don’t talk to me) 🔁 McManus. Abbie took a bit of a blow around 20 minutes in, committing a challenge she was ultimately booked for. Fair play to her, she played through it, but she was definitely struggling for a while there. Apparently she was on crutches after the game, so I hope it’s nothing too serious. Also interested to see what Casey does with that back 4 if she’s out for a while. Amy obviously goes back in and CB but it would appear Martha is higher than Ökvist in the pecking order, which is annoying. I get that Casey is more defensive minded and might not want to play two more attacking FB’s at once (Ökvist & Smith) but Martha... 🤐

‘84 - James had a great ball in that forced a corner that - you guessed it - nothing came of

‘85 - Earps had a great block to deny Chelsea a second (and really and truly kill me off)

‘88 - Harris decides to try her luck from a little way out. It was a decent shot to be fair, given the circumstances, just couldn’t get the dip it needed and never really troubled Telford on it’s way over the bar.

4 minutes at the end of the 90 but United couldn’t get anything to stick, which was massively unfortunate.

Two semi final defeats in a row is absolutely gut wrenching, and very hard to take, but last night taught me a lot about this team. I personally thought that this game was miles better and such an improvement on Arsenal away last season. They were much better all round, in every position than last weekend vs City. To come so close against the 3 best teams in the league 5 times now and walk away with nothing is hard, and I feel so bad for those girls. They give their all everytime they step out on that pitch, and they deserved more. This week in particular. Seeing them all in literal bits at the final whistle nearly broke me tbh.

But it’s becoming more glaringly apparent as the season goes on that we are in desperate need of a more clinical, stone blood killer up top. I’d also be open to giving Mikalen a run in goal to prove herself - I think Earps has been a bit off lately.

Galton and Hanson were massively missed last night, and I think we could have done with Toone as well, but oh well.

I had my issues with the ref as well last night, I have to say. I thought she handled the knocks and (most of) the bookings correctly, as well as the penalty shout (which was not a penalty, sorry Jess) but she missed a clear foul on Jackie (59 mins) as well as a clear tug on Arnot (64 mins) in the second half. I also thought LJ was very lucky to get away with just a yellow for her foul on Ingle at the end of the first half, looked a little more like a red to me 😬

Hopefully Galton will be back for Sunday - she absolutely tore Reading to shreds the last time out and I would very much like to see more of that 🔥, but I’m kinda worried about that midfield trio too. The last thing we need is three defeats on the bounce, but they must be dyinggg cause they literally never, ever stop.

I know this one is a little later than usual and the format is slightly different too, but I was watching the men (for some reason) as well, and it was kinda hard to keep track of two games at once lol. Plus I just wasn’t really in the mood to try and to this last night. Also - if anyone has critiques or corrections or questions about my opinions or anything else pls don’t hesitate to drop them in my ask and I’ll edit things and answer whatever as best as I can ✌🏽

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How our Players Performed on International Duty

Match Reports

Caoihmin Kelleher (3,442 miles travelled)

(Bulgaria v Republic of Ireland)

He stayed on the bench during a 1-1 draw.

(Republic of Ireland v Finland)

He didn't appear off the bench in a 0-1 loss.

Kamil Grabara (2,902 miles travelled)

(Estonia U21 v Poland U21)

He didn't feature as he suffered a head injury before the game in a 6-0 win for Poland.

(Poland U21 v Russia U21)

He didn't appear in the 1-0 victory due to the head injury he suffered a few days ago, which gave him a chance to catch up on his reading.

Virgil Van Dijk (780 miles travelled)

(Netherlands v Poland)

A classic game for Virgil in a 1-0 victory. He distributed the ball well, played his role as captain well by moaning at the ref any chance he got, and was unlucky not to score a header from a set-piece. He also defended extremely well, not giving Piatek or Milik an inch, especially the former for the first half an hour, despite being fouled several times by him.

(Netherlands v Italy)

An average game for Virgil in a game which Italy neutralised The Netherlands. He was unlucky not to get his head on the ball from on a offensive set-piece. Some could say he was was at blame for the only goal in the game, but Ake failed to track Barella's run and Barella ran in between Virgil and Ake.

Joe Gomez (3,334 miles travelled)

(Iceland v England)

This was quite a quiet game excluding one incident for Joe. Iceland rarely entered the England half so Gomez didn't have much to do defensively and distributed the ball fairly well. In the 92nd minute Joe brought down an Icelandic player on the edge of the box after pulling him back and a tangle of legs. Luckily for him the penalty was missed and the game ended 1-0.

(Denmark v England)

He redeemed himself in this game. He played the full 90' in the 0-0 draw and was quite solid defensively against the Danish attackers. He also made some runs into the opposition half and played some long balls which met their mark.

Kostas Tsimikas (4,104 miles travelled)

(Slovenia v Greece)

He didn't feature due to a 'slight fever' in a goalless draw.

(Kosovo v Greece)

He didn't feature in the 2-1 win after reportedly testing positive for COVID-19.

Andrew Robertson (2,234 miles travelled)

(Scotland v Israel)

From all accounts, this game wasn't a very good one for Robbo. He played the full 90' in a 1-1 draw and put a good ball in the 88th minute but apart from that he was not involved in anything noticeable.

(Czech Republic v Scotland)

Robbo had quite a silent game in terms of his "visibility", however couple good passes, one was vital, great transition to Palmer who got the assist before Scottish equalizer. Earned a penalty as well, although it was quite soft. He made some good runs forward, and was booked for kicking the ball away in the second half.

Trent Alexander-Arnold (3,334 miles travelled)

(Iceland v England)

He came on for Sancho in the 73' as Kyle Walker was sent off a few minutes before and played an interesting role. He mainly played in his usual position but drifted into the attacking midfield position and at points joined the front line on the right wing, linking up with Greenwood. He also delivered the corner that led to the penalty which won England the game.

(Denmark v England)

Trent was one of England's main attacking outlets in a game in which England looked lacklustre in attempting to break down the Danish. He looked sharper, and was unlucky not to have one of his crosses reach an England head. He was brought off in the 87' for Maitland-Niles.

Neco Williams (2,776 miles travelled)

(Wales v Finland)

He came on in the 60th minute and had quite a positive first team debut for Wales. He played a very attacking role, featuring in the right wing at points, and was ready to slot in the ball if Kiefer Moore didn't tap in Dan James' cross. Furthermore Neco he made a good run into the box in the 85', went past a Finnish defender but failed to finish, putting the ball wide. Overall he was quite heavily involved on both sides of the pitch; a good performance.

(Bulgaria v Wales)

Neco Williams made the difference for Wales against a low block Bulgarian defence. He came on inthe 65th minute and initially looked slightly iffy defensively but he gained confidence as the game went on and looked much better at the back than he did against Arsenal. Going forward he had a positive impact on the Welsh attack, and made a great run to be on the end of Jonny Williams' cross in 94' to finally break the deadlock. A great boost to his confidence, a great first international goal and overall a great home debut.

Georginio Wijnaldum (780 miles travelled)

(Netherlands v Poland)

A rather quiet game compared to what Gini normally puts out for The Netherlands. He played the full 90' in a more attacking role ahead of De Roon and De Jong, acting as a second striker at times. He grew into the game, linking up with Dumfries, Promes and Depay better in the second half but failed to be involved in any real chances during the 1-0 win.

(Netherlands v Italy)

This was quite a lacklustre game for Gini, which could be blamed by the fact he was played out of position as a de facto right winger. He clearly struggled for the first 55' before Bergwijn came on as he drifted into midfield often and didn't really support Hateboer at full back. He had one opportunity in which he had a shot which went straight into Donnarumma's gloves. Italy mainly frustrated him, which led to his booking for dissent.

Marko Gruijc (4,538 miles travelled)

(Russia v Serbia)

He stayed on the bench in a 3-1 loss to Russia.

(Serbia v Turkey)

He stayed on the bench in a 0-0 draw.

Ben Woodburn (2,776 miles travelled)

(Wales v Finland)

He stayed on the bench in a 1-0 win for Wales.

(Bulgaria v Wales)

He didn't make the matchday squad in a 1-0 win for Wales.

Harry Wilson (2,776 miles travelled)

(Wales v Finland)

He came on at half time for Gareth Bale who went off injured but failed to properly make an impact, partly due to the fact he was fouled several times. He wasn't involved in the goal either in what was a mediocre game for Wales.

(Bulgaria v Wales)

He didn't appear off the bench in a 1-0 win for Wales.

Rhian Brewster (2,719 miles travelled)

(Kosovo U21 v England U21)

He came on in the 85th minute in the 6-0 win but didn't make much of an impact.

(Austria U21 v England U21)

He only had 3 touches after coming on with 10 minutes to go so didn't make much of a mark on the 2-1 win.

Injuries on International Duty

Kamil Grabara- He isn't playing against Estonia U21s due to a head injury.

Kostas Tsimikas- Greek media reporting he has COVID-19 after being left out of the Slovenia game with a 'slight fever'.

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tagged by @shepavellann thanks for the tag! 1. Icon: The icon is form Dragon Age Keep, when choosing to redeem Solas.

2. Content: Everything. I don’t really have a theme but now I mostly concentrate on my new hyperfixation, Dragon Age.

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4. URL: Oh man, this is a long story. Noire comes from Noir.( Gauche Suede what do you mean my favourite character has the same name as the “bard” from Tevinter Nights??!!!) And Pandora, from the Pandora’s box. In short, my tumblr is like a pandora box. Full of crazy shit. xD

5. Header: I don’t actually know who made that header...wow, bad Noire. But I love it. Dragon Age ofc.

6. Blog title: Solashed (ehehe this is a joke I really enjoyed. Someone on twitter asked how to call that feeling when someone finishes DAI. An empty, longing feeling. And Solas’ VA answered with “Solashed”. I have bad humor but it made me lol so hard. And that’s how i feel too rn) Gonna tag @ma-serannas-vhenan @animusrisunovatur @riazures

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Dungeon Blogging #2: Reputation of the Bard

For this one I asked my friends for a topic to cover and one of them had the wildly broad suggestion of the bard. Luckily there was a particular thing about this class that I’d been thinking about recently.

This post is going to be a little bit different from the last one. It won’t have build suggestions or character concepts, instead these are just my thoughts on the reputation of the bard and how that has changed.

While bards have always had a reputation, the idea of what a bard is has changed pretty dramatically in the past decade or two. When players think of bards in 2019 many of them conjure a mental image of a swashbuckling, silver-tongued agent of chaos who will seduce any NPC that the DM throws their way (for some reason this goes double for dragons). The strange thing is that not so long ago bards were the butt of the joke instead of the one telling it.

Consider this early page from the webcomic The Order of the Stick.

OotS is a pretty old webcomic and in its earlier arcs it carries a snapshot of how Dungeons and Dragons players viewed the game at the time. For a reference point, the first page of OotS is a gag about switching over from 3rd Edition to 3.5. In the comic Elan, the bard, is the comic relief character but unlike modern bards many of the early jokes focus on Elan being useless to the party at best and an active burden at worst. As the comic progresses, Elan’s comedy transitions into being largely focused on his genre savviness. He uses his bardic knowledge to manipulate narrative tropes to his advantage. There is a lot of fourth wall breaking in this comic, such as the bard ordering a dying NPC tell him their name. When they do they find themselves elevated named character status, providing themselves with some degree of plot armor and saving their life.

The bard on the right of the header is from a 2008 movie called “The Gamers: Dorkness Rising”, in it there is a scene in which the bard keeps dying and each time he dies his player produces one of his fifty backup characters, all of which are bards. These characters serve as canon fodder and enough of them pile up that the players take cover behind the massive pile of dead bards.

You can see a montage here.

Admittedly these both came out at a point in my life where I had yet to start playing Dungeons and Dragons (before I had many friends or the money to buy books, dice, etc.) but even then I would see jokes and memes everywhere online laughing at the bard’s expense.

While there were likely several factors that caused of this reputation, I suspect the power level of the class was a big one. As the designated “jack of all trades, master of none” the bard was weighed down by the baggage of being a 5th member class.

Although bards had a pretty expansive skill list, they didn’t get as many skill points as rogues, the fact that Intelligence was the bard’s 3rd or 4th most important stat meant that they often didn’t have much of a bonus (for those who haven’t played pre-skill proficiency, prior to 4th Edition you would have a number of skill points that you gained each level based on your class and Intelligence modifier). On top of that those skill points were stretched extra thin since their core mechanic demanded they allocate a very large amount of those points to the Perform skill. The result was a fairly lackluster option as the party’s skill monkey. As the primary caster they were also lacking. Bards didn’t have the full spellcasting progression of Clerics and Wizards, capping off with level 6 spells and very few spell slots at low levels.

So what changed?

While I wouldn’t go as far as to say 5th Edition was the only source of the bardic renaissance there are a few major differences that I think definitely helped the class. One of them was the promotion to being a full caster. The 5e bard can fully replace the cleric or druid as the primary support caster/healer. They can also replace the wizard as a utility/damage caster, while still maintaining a pretty good sense of identity as a class. This was huge since it meant that bards were now a good choice for a party of less than 5. Beyond that, many of the bard subclasses (College of Valor, College of Swords, College of Whispers) let them slip into the fighter and rogue slots as well. 5th Edition bards are kinda nuts, a jack of all trades, master of whatever they want to specialize in.

Compare the earlier depictions with JoCat’s video on the 5e bard.

Beyond the deliberate buffs that bards got in 5e, they also benefited from shifts in the way the ability scores were balanced. Dexterity and Charisma are the first and second best stats in the game but that’s not how it always was. Charisma in particular was often seen as the dumpstat. With the Finesse Weapon becoming a weapon property rather than a feat, building a Dex based melee character now takes minimal effort. That means your Dex factors into your melee attacks, melee damage, ranged attacks, ranged damage, AC, Initiative, and 3 skills including the always important Stealth. That’s on top of having one of the best, if not the best, saving throws in the game. Meanwhile Charisma is associated with 4 different skills that collectively make up about 80% of social encounters. Charisma is also the most common spellcasting ability with three full casters and one half caster running off of it. This makes it easier to multiclass to or from bard without splitting your focus in ability scores, further complimenting their “jack of all trades” branding.

Possibly the most profound change that redeemed the bard wasn’t even mechanical. As time has gone on what players value in Dungeons and Dragons has floated more towards role playing and social interactions. D&D evolved out of war games and in decades past that really showed. Dungeon crawls were once the focus of gameplay. In 4th Edition, D&D’s wargaming roots were in full swing with the battlemap being emphasized (your speed was measured in squares rather than feet) and the class features heavily focussing on combat. To say that 4e was controversial is to put it lightly and among its many criticisms was the belief that D&D had become too “video gamey” in an attempt to appeal to the MMO demographic. Reeling from player backlash, 5e made an attempt to be a more story driven game, something that was clearly a desire among players. The default rules of 5e even go so far as to assume theater of the mind-style campaigns. With the massive success of 5th Edition came the rise of a new genre of entertainment: actual play podcasts and D&D livestreams, the former of which was only possible due to the shift towards theater of the mind. If you’re reading this now I’m willing to bet that you’ve at least heard of The Adventure Zone or Critical Role. Shows like those did much to both bring Dungeons and Dragons to broader audiences and to demystify the game, which at the point most knew of while at the same time knowing almost nothing about. People realized for the first time that role playing games were a unique medium of narrative fiction! One that does storytelling in a wildly different way from books, film, or anything else. People cosplayed, drew fan art, and wrote fanfiction about this new breed of celebrity D&D characters. It was in this new environment that the bard thrived even without all of the mechanical buffs. People love this game for the stories that it can tell and those same people have grown to love the smooth talking storyteller that is the bard.

The response to my first Dungeon Blogging post was much more than I expected! Thank you.

If you have a question or idea for a future Dungeon Blogging post be sure to send me an ask! ^^

Art: Wayne Reynolds, (Photo of Scott C. Brown from the movie “The Gamers: Dorkness Rising”), Rich Burlew.

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