#season 2019/20
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chupet · 2 months ago
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"2019" "six years later" "august 8 2024" when the umbrella academy writers destroyed their own show they also forgot how to count ???
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generallyjl · 2 years ago
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losing my whole mind over this fantasy high: extra credit episode from late 2019 where they take a dive out of nowhere into the characters they'd wanna see in a "haunted fairytale" setting
what if neverafter but pinocchio was actually rip van winkle who was actually rumpelstiltskin (and sleeping beauty was mother goose's son)?? i have many thoughts
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nicoscheer · 4 months ago
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Blame it on the summertime
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ehlnofay · 3 months ago
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today was almost 30 degrees and I believe the hottest august day sydney has recorded. ever. it is the end of winter. relatedly, I live in fear
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thommi-tomate · 1 year ago
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Kane cost € 100 million + 20 in complements, with a 4-year contract earning € 25 million gross, that is, technically he cost a total of € 220 million
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brian-in-finance · 1 year ago
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Screenshot: Outlander-Online
S04E12 Providence • 20 January 2019 Official Script
Outlander Rewatch 2023 Countdown To Season 7
Favourite Word
Ehhaokonsah. — Mohawk boy
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Gif: @outlander-online
Favourite Line
I daresay I find myself missing her at times as well, particularly when I'm ill. In spite of her unwaveringly direct manner, she is... a rather remarkable woman. — Lord John
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I'll find us a wagon and start packing our belongings. — Marsali
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Gifs: @tzaharasykes
Remember… for the sake of your soul, for the sake of your own life, you must find the grace to forgive. — Jamie Fraser, narrator
54th of 75 • Friday, 26 May 2023
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nicohischier · 1 year ago
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nhl app fr didn’t even send me a notif of the third cats goal they were just like nah she doesn’t need to see that…
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bluewaterhigh2005 · 2 years ago
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the thing is that while everyone was having their social network moment in 2019 i was busy experiencing my own aaron sorkin related brain damage in that i watched all of the west wing in under two weeks and then immediately got put on hardcore antidepressants
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shanjedi · 1 year ago
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….what????
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emilymaypeck · 1 year ago
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Happy 3rd Anniversary to Liverpool Football Club winning the Premier League after 30 years of trying ❤️
This anniversary is actually rather special to me as tomorrow will be the second heavenly birthday of my stepmum Vicky, who passed away in February last year after a four and a half year battle with lung cancer.
She was a huge Liverpool fan, and that love of the Reds was passed onto me, and just recalling that day in 2020, knowing full well it was her birthday the next day, and having Liverpool confirmed as Champions of the Premier League, I just felt so elated.
Not only for my stepmum - that fact that she was alive to see the Reds win the League, and we all considered it as her official birthday present from the team - but also just how much we had bonded over the eighteen years she was part of my life.
So in celebration of this anniversary, and in honour of what would have been Vicky's 67th birthday, I have posted the video I sent to her the minute the final whistle blew on the Chelsea Vs Manchester City game, in which Chelsea won 2 - 1, and Liverpool became Champions.
Happy Birthday Vicky ❤️
You'll Never Walk Alone
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dizzyrobinsims · 1 year ago
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Also for those interested, and not to promote my EXTREMELY scattered and out of date Gallery, BUT
I actually have no-cc 80′s style Carmen Sandiego available on the gallery!
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https://www.ea.com/games/the-sims/the-sims-4/pc/gallery/2D7A151A3E2F11E983E0033D2F3B18E4
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Pure 80′s Camp.
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normalgoalie · 5 months ago
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ask game 🙃💎
🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?
Brandon Bussi and Mattias Samuelsson went to college together. Idk if that’s weird but I certainly wasn’t expecting that crossover lol
💎 What’s your most prized possession?
In terms of hockey related things probably my Boston Pride puck that Lovisa and Jillian signed at the semifinals in 2020 :)
Thank you!!
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premleague-a · 1 year ago
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thinking about how taron grew up a chelsea/roy supporter and in their academy trying to impress them so that he can carry on roy's legacy when roy's gone but now that roy's gone and he's on the first team chelsea's shit and he's grappling with the feelings of all that
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nbatrades · 5 years ago
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On February 6th, 2020, the Golden State Warriors traded guard-forward Alec Burks and forward Glenn Robinson III to the Philadelphia 76ers for a 2020 second round draft pick (Nico Mannion), a 2021 second round draft pick (Aaron Wiggins) and a 2022 second round draft pick (Tyrese Martin). 
Burks and Robinson’s arrival in Philadelphia was documented in a clip produced by the 76ers.
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willowsnook · 11 days ago
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When Love is Left Unspoken
max verstappen x reader
she isn't you i'd be insane not to love you
request from @formulaal
Pt. 2 here
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"Alright, one more question from the chat," you said into your mic, scanning for a good one. One caught your eye, and you began reading it aloud before realizing it would reveal something from your past. “Would you choose a guy over your best friend?”
Laughing humorlessly, you looked into the camera with a tight smile. “Anyone who’s been here for a while knows how relevant that question is to my life. But my answer hasn’t changed: if you’re choosing a romantic partner over your best friend, you can get fucked. Thanks for tuning in, everyone. See you around.”
Logging off, you grabbed your water bottle and headed to the kitchen to refill it. Checking your phone, you smiled at the stats from the stream—10k of your fans tuning in tonight was a big turnout. You’d gone viral on BookTok back in 2020, and now, your book podcast had a solid following. Normally, BookTok didn’t bring huge numbers, but thanks to your former best friend, your popularity had skyrocketed. As grateful as you were, his part in your success irritated you now.
Then a notification popped up on your screen, and you rolled your eyes.
MV: Nice stream.
You: Fuck off
MV: Glad I’m still living rent-free in your head.
You: Glad you got permission to text me.
You threw your phone down on the counter, boiling inside. Nobody got under your skin like he could, especially after 20 years of knowing exactly how to do it. Growing up, it hadn’t always been this way. At 10, you’d moved with your family to the Netherlands, right next door to the Verstappens. Max quickly became your best friend, your weekends spent watching him kart. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine things would end like this.
You met Kelly in 2018 at a race Max invited you to. Right away, you got weird vibes. She looked at Max like a toy she had to have. It was creepy, especially given the nine-year age gap. By 2019, they were dating, and she made it clear she didn’t like you, refusing to acknowledge your existence. That led to rocky times between you and Max; he always had excuses to avoid seeing you. When you were together, he seemed tense, as if being watched.
Everything fell apart in Australia 2021.
Flashback
Max invited you to the first race of the 2021 season, though you almost didn’t go. It felt obligatory, as if he invited you just because you’d never missed an opening race. You hadn’t seen him all winter, just exchanging quick holiday texts. Walking into the paddock, you felt a strange sense of finality, like this might be the last one.
Spotting Carmen outside Mercedes, you walked over and hugged her. As you stepped back, she looked worried.
“What’s up?”
She hesitated. “I thought you should know, Kelly’s been saying some nasty things about you around the paddock. No one believes her, but… I wanted you to know.”
“What is she saying?” you asked, heart sinking.
“She’s calling you pathetic, saying you’re still pining over your childhood crush and using Max to become an influencer,” she said softly, looking at you with sympathy.
“You’re joking,” you said, anger simmering. She shook her head.
“Can I be real with you?” She asked, and you nodded. “I love you and George loves you and honestly, everyone does. But I will accept not seeing you here anymore if you finally realize that Max is not being a good friend to you. And he hasn’t been for a long time.”
Eyes filling with tears, you let her words sink in. She was right, but admitting it was brutal. Maybe staying around him was just self-inflicted pain.
You found Max later, pulling him aside.
“I only have a few minutes, so make it quick,” he said, barely looking at you. Seeing him like this, you realized that the man in front of you wasn’t your best friend anymore.
“Your girlfriend’s telling people I’m a pathetic loser here to use you for fame,” you said, voice flat.
“I don’t believe that,” he mumbled, avoiding your eyes.
“Really?” you laughed bitterly. “You don’t believe that from your girlfriend—the one who’s disliked me since day one?”
“Seems like you have something to say, Y/N. Just say it,” he replied, finally looking at you.
“There was a time in my life where I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live without you. But now I’m living it. Have the past ten years been nothing to you? All it took was an older woman to bat her eyelashes at you and that was it?”
He opened his mouth, but you cut him off.
“I’m not going to stand here and tell you that we had a good run and that I wish you the best. Fuck you. Fuck you for choosing her over me and fuck you for even letting it have to be a choice. I hate you.”
End of Flashback
That was the last time you had spoken to him. There were no texts or calls after that; his life just went on like normal while you felt like you were dying inside. You had thrown yourself into your work after that and now had over a million followers and subscribers to your podcast. You’d stayed friends with Carmen but hadn’t returned to a race since that day. You had tried to block the memory of that day from your mind, but when you were low, one thing always resurfaced in your mind. Kelly was right about you pining after your childhood crush. You had been in love with Max back then. How could you not be?
Then Carmen invited you to the Austin GP, and after much persuasion, you finally agreed. Thanks to your online following, you flew down with her, officially a Mercedes guest. Wearing Mercedes colors felt like poetic justice.
When you entered the paddock, a wave of nostalgia and sadness hit you. But it disappeared as you saw familiar faces you’d missed over the years.
"Y/N!" Alex called, arms open. Hugging him, you sighed, realizing how much you’d missed everyone. “I’m glad you’re back.”
“Me too,” you admitted before greeting Lily, who gushed over your podcast and joked about being a guest. As you laughed with her, you noticed Alex subtly trying to block your view. Looking over, you saw Max walking by. He did a double take, but you turned back to Lily, ignoring his stare.
Later, as you waited for a coffee, you overheard Checo’s wife and Fernando’s girlfriend chatting.
“I heard Max and Kelly broke up,” Melissa said.
“Oh yeah, it’s been a few months,” Carola replied, shrugging. “Apparently, he was in love with someone else the whole time.”
You smirked. So Kelly finally experienced what it felt like to be second choice.
The race came and went, and you successfully avoided Max the entire weekend. You didn’t even think about the possibility of running into him when you accepted Carmen’s invitation to go out that night. George had actually wanted to go out, so you found yourself at a little country bar that night with what seemed to be the whole grid. You felt Max’s gaze the second you walked in, and you were doing a hell of a job ignoring him. Charles was trying to talk to him, looking confused between the two of you, but you didn’t care.
Ordering another gin and tonic you felt him come up next to you and you refused to look over.
“Put hers on mine,” Max said, handing over his card. You tried to leave, but he held out an arm to stop you.
“No ‘thank you’?” he teased, eyes intense.
You glared. “You can have it, then.”
“Stop being difficult,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You look good.”
“Can’t say the same about you,” you shot back, and his expression darkened.
He sighed. “Can we talk?”
“I said everything I needed to say three years ago. Have a good night.”
This time he let you go and you made your way back to Carmen who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
“You okay?” She asked, and you nodded.
A little while later, you were sitting at a table talking with Charles with Max hovering close by.
“Max, come sit down,” Charles slurred, and at this point, you were too tipsy to put up a fight about it. “Max is my best friend, ya know?”
“Ah yeah?” You asked head tilting. “Those words don’t mean much coming from him.”
Charles giggled, too drunk to understand what you meant and Max clenched his jaw looking at you.
“Insult me all you want schatje, as long as you’re talking to me I’ll take it,” he said and you didn’t say anything, just stared at him trying to figure out his angle.
“Is this the girl Kelly broke up with you over?” Charles asked and Max whipped his head towards him. “You always had a thing for her, so I told Alex that was my guess.”
Max’s face fell, and you froze. Shock turned into anger as you got up and stormed out. You felt Max following and soon he was in front of you, blocking your path.
“Come on,” he urged, leading you to a nearby park.
“Max, I don’t want to talk,” you said firmly, pulling away.
“I don’t care,” he replied, frustrated. “Tell me what I need to do to fix this.”
You laughed bitterly. “Crawling back because you got dumped? It’s too late.”
“It’s not like that.”
“You made your choice three years ago. Now live with it.”
“You want to know why we broke up?”
“I don’t really give a fuck,” you replied before turning to walk away.
“She isn’t you!” He yelled. Your legs stopped moving as your mind reeled.
Whirling on him you got into his face, “You don’t get to fucking say that to me. Not after all this time. Not after what you put me through. Not after you chose her over me. I was there the whole time Max. Me! I was there! It’s not my fault you didn’t realize that till I was gone.” 
“I realized it long before then,” he said softly, and you took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. Tears were starting to fall, and you looked everywhere but him. 
“Then why?” You whispered, voice cracking. 
“Because I wasn’t good enough for you,” he said laughing sadly to himself. “The pressure was starting to cave in back then and I didn’t want you to see that. I didn’t want to burden you.”
“You were my best friend Max,” you said exasperated. “I would have done anything for you.” 
“It’s easy to see that now,” he said. “But then you were so full of life and starting your little videos that I didn’t want to disappoint you. She understood what I was going through, but I never stopped loving you.” 
“Then why did you still push me away?” 
“I had to do that so that I could try and move on. She knew and she hated that there wasn’t anything she could do to change how I felt about you. I knew what she was saying about you in the paddock, and I knew why she was saying it.” 
His words hit you like a ton of bricks, and it felt like heartbreak all over again. “You knew and you let it happen. You are the worst person I’ve ever known Max Verstappen.”
He was crying now too and the two of you stood staring at one another not saying anything. 
“I would be insane not to love you,” he said softly and it made you cry harder. “So I will do whatever it takes for however long to make up for what I did.” 
He let you go again and you left him there, crying silently as you walked back to the hotel. So many emotions going through your mind paired with confusing feelings. 
Happiness for your 15-year-old self that has wanted to hear those words for so long. 
Sadness for your 21-year-old self reliving those memories. 
And anger at your 24-year-old self for considering letting him make it up to you. 
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mayra-quijotescx · 2 years ago
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spent an hour hitting youtube with the fine-toothed comb scooping up as many full length opera recordings with english subs/caps as possible* because I may never be able to safely go to the Grand Opera again but maybe I can still have small theatre nights with the household and maybe a couple of friends, and having a backlog of options will remove an excuse not to
I'll get some of those frozen soft pretzel dealies and figure out how to reheat them and we'll watch some wild-ass lung-topping capital-D Drama together. I always got those lil pretzel bite things to scarf down during intermission at HGO back in the before-times, so pretzels are forever an Opera Food in my mind.
*skipped through some of them and left certain ones out bc opera as a field has been annoyingly slow to cut out blackface (and by 'slow to cut it out', I mean fucking anna netrebko did it (again!! stop! stop it!!) in the lead role of Aida at a major festival in Verona like, last year) and I refuse to give that shit views or validation. 'It's always been done' is not an excuse anywhere, but especially not in a field that used to rely on castrating male singers before they hit puberty.
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