#semifinals thursday

[poorlittleyaoyao]

All-Eurovision Untamed Fanmix, Part 1: Pre-Timeskip

It's Eurovision time again, and that means another retooling of the ever-changing chronological fanmix for The Untamed! Am I joking? Am I being completely earnest. Yes.

Listen to the full 26-song mix here!

(All lyrics from here, all screencaps from here.)

1.) "Heroes" by Måns Zelmerlöw (Sweden 2015)

2.) "Loin d'Ici" by Zoë (Austria 2016)

3.) "Ai Coração" by Mimicat (Portugal 2023)

4.) "I Don't Feel Hate" by Jendrik (Germany 2021)

5.) "Dark Side" by Blind Channel (Finland 2021)

6.) "Fulenn" by Alvan and Ahez (France 2022)

7.) "Hard Rock Hallelujah" by Lordi (Finland 2006)

8.) "Mata Hari" by Efendi (Azerbaijan 2021)

9.) "Storm" by SuRie (UK 2018)

10.) "Forogj, Világ!" by Nox (Hungary 2005)

11.) "Shum" (Ukraine 2021)

12.) "Never Forget" by Greta Salóme and Jónsi (Iceland 2012)

13.) "Zitti E Buoni" by Måneskin (Italy 2021)

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

i did one of these chains on twitter and... lol

[gothicbogbody]

anyone who voted for switzerland or israel over malta, lock your doors tonight bc I Am Coming

[lil-scout-precure]

Eurovision Semi-final 1 Personal Reactions in resumee:

Spoilers of Eurovision 2023 SemiFinal ahead

Opening (and the First Interval act with Alyosha and Fergusson): To cite Shrek in Shrek 2: "Could you please not make any Ukraine homage emotional and heart-breaking...FOR FIVE MINUTES?!" 😭😭😢 (for the Opening only: I wish LatAm countries would be so dedicated in making such arrangements for hosting any event like they do in Liverpool TmT)

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Norway: The song still majestic and strong as her spirit, but something's off with Ale (whistle note and finale)...In the name of the Nordics, please save her, televote ;m; T-T

Malta: They revamped the 8-bit sprites to not get sued by Nintendo, right? Also, CARBOARD DESTINY IS BACK and that SLAY! Deserves to be saved from 2nd spot death curse :,)

Serbia: HE BROUGHT THE FLOWER AND THE GUNDAM MECHA!! :DDD Luke, to the finals, now. Obligatory.

Latvia: The same staging as the Supernova version. But still have some energy. Well, only time will tell if they're saved...

Portugal: Where's the sofa and heart engines from Festival da Canção? ._. Still, EATING THE ENTIRE STAGE WITH HER CLASS...Loving it and wishing it to go to the finals :)

Croatia: A teeny weeny softer than the original Dora 2023 version. But still the same insane Let 3 in stage XD. Even the rocket finale was improved :D. I swear if they don't get into the finals...

Switzerland: The suit is fine, at least original with the pyro effects and the choreo. Not as good as Gjon, but at least better than the last year's entry and maybe, MAYBE it can make it. No guarantee though

Ireland: Still the lower key pitch upsets me. But the staging WAY BETTER than the studio and Eurosong versions and with more style. Fearing for them, still.

Israel: My GOSH, Noa Kirel and Israel. We asked you for a competitive song in the sight of three Nordics slaying, not a MASTERPIECE. 🤯😦 If the rumors of the dancebreak part of Solo are really true (not seen the rehearsals before the semis to avoid spoilers), they gonna need A FRICKING MIRACLE, cause Noa just raised the bar to the arena's ROOF 😂. Directly to the finals, assured!

Moldova: The closest we can have to a well-done Fulenn successor in staging and style and all ;w;. The flute guy making justice to the Sax Guy from Sunstroke Project (NF runner-up), and ready to battle Loreen again like in 2012! (the coincidence she came up next in the running order of the semis) Please let this happen!

Sweden: SHE BROUGHT THE (panini press) LED SCREEN!! 🥰🤩😍How do you say "Mother" in Swedish? Cause she just made it like MelFest... ;w; (the postcard of her relaxing in the lake just nails her vibes). The world will be ON FIRE if she flops TwT

Azerbaijan: Not my favorites of the semi roster (they would have been safer in the second semi, tbh) or the entry list in general. But they sang good and with nice vibes? Yup. They just give some band vibes like Gorillaz (my mutuals can agree on this, as they told me that and I see they're right). They gonna need a lot of luck to get to the finals, still.

Czechia: Not what I expected (still attached to the studio version videoclip ;w;), but my gosh: They can SING perfectly in live! Loved the outfits, the entire vocal harmony and the performance. (The braid part reminded me of the Nasci María live staging for Portugal somehow). I will cry if they are gone from the finals. Please, one chance. ;w; 😭🥲

Netherlands: Fearing for them since the pre-parties performances and with some HOPE for the semis. 😣😔 Still, they gave their best and looked just so happy at the end. 🥲. Well, you made your best, even if you don't make it

Finland: My mutuals and most of all Europe said already everything about him. But I'm gonna repeat it: HE JUST HYPED THE FINAL SPOT! The improvements to the UMK choreo, the wild vibes... Getting him out of the finals is a national if not a continental punishable CRIME. Don't make that mistake, televote, he gave you the SHOW.

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Rita Ora segment: Damn, UK. You brought the best of the best to perform in the intervals. Like Madonna in the Super Bowl, but way better! :D

The Graham Norton resumee of Eurovision: Very self-aware of the bad luck UK got during the recent millennia but still knowing their best hits in earlier years ;w;. Also, the mentions of the best Ukrainian entries and Kalush is appreciated. (Not to mention the homage to Sam Ryder's ROYAL talent)

The Timur reaction clip: I've never seen so much passion in a victory not from LatAm's football fans. Beautiful O,W,O

The Dustin the Turkey moment: Where is this dude from? (minutes after searching for Ireland 2008 entry: They took the "Eurovision weird level" seriously XD)

The Måns and Filomena segment: Need to make that game for the friends rn. (Poor Måns, he thought Achille qualified in Torino...We feel your pain ;w;)

The Italy-France-Germany segments: La Zarra just as France-class as she can be, LOTL being just almost like Maneskin at this rate in charisma, and Marco being a sweetie...FUCK NO, NOT THE SPOILERS FROM THEIR PERFORMANCES! (mutes and changes broswer tab view) 😭😭

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The moment of truth:

Croatia: THEY DID IT! THEY DID IT! They will bring the traktor! ;w;

Moldova: YES! We need Loreen and the 2012 return will be complete!

Switzerland: I know I said there maybe could go but HOW IN TARNATION?

Finland: KAARIJA STANS, TODAY IS NATIONAL CRAZY AND PARTY DAY! Finland 2024 is nigh!

Czechia: MIRACLES EXIST...GRACIAS, DIOS, you gave them a chance! Go, Vesna!

Israel: Of course she had to be selected! :D If Solo EVER makes it to the finals, they're probably screwed XD

Portugal: Madre mía, this is a lucky day. My favs are into the finals!! (well...most)

Sweden: OFFICIALLY, MOTHER HAS RETURNED TO EUROVISION!! THE RETURN IS COMPLETE! (Wins either her or Kaarija, I will be happy nevertheless. They're both incredible)

Serbia: LUKE HAS BEEN SAVED! 🥲🥲Serbia again to the finals with the surreal and out-of-box slaying. Konstrakta would be so proud of him... TwT

Norway: THANK YOU! THANK YOU! Thank you, televote! ;W; 😭😭😭. Now I won't be sad in these semis. (almost) ALL MY FAVORITES INTO THE FINALS! :DDD

Ps: Could we please swap Malta or Latvia in exchange of Switzerland, pretty please?

Now to wait the second semis...Not as excited for them like in this one (except for Austria, Australia, Georgia, Armenia, Estonia and Slovenia), but still interested (bring Ruslana, plz ;W;)

[theanticool]

Cindy Ngamba guarantees the Refugee Olympic team their first ever medal by reaching semifinals of women’s 75 kg tournament in boxing! With her win today, she is guaranteed a bronze medal. She’ll fight for a shot at gold this Thursday (Aug 8)!

Originally from Cameroon, Ngamba was forced to flee in her early teens. She and her family sought asylum in the U.K. They’ve been unable to get citizenship there. At 18, Ngamba came out as lesbian which is illegal in Cameroon. Learn more from this profile on here.

[doomdoomofdoom]

If you've been boycotting Eurovision, you may have missed out on how bad it truly was, so here are a few events in no particular order:

The opening act of the semi-finals was Eric Saade, a swedish-palestinian singer who participated in Eurovision 2011. He wore a keffiyeh, a palestinian headdress, around his arm like a wristband.

Despite not making any political statements or drawing attention to his accessory, he was reprimanded by the EBU for "compromising the non-political nature of the event".

During their semi-final performance, the Irish contestant had the word "ceasefire" in old irish runes painted on their face. They were ordered to change it for the final, as it was deemed too political.

The contestant from Israel was not allowed to mingle with the other contestants, due to supposed security risks.

During an Interview, she was asked if she felt any concerns over her participation potentially endangering the event and the people present. The host told her she did not have to answer this question. Dutch contestant 'Joost' asked "why not?"

Joost, while not openly antagonizing the Israeli contestant, has made covert critical remarks about the EBUs decision to allow Israel to participate.

On Friday, the day before the Finale, Joost was investigated by the swedish police for a supposed incident where he threatened an EBU crew member. Thursday, a female camera operator had followed him off-stage to continue filming, even though there was an agreement not to film him off-stage. After she ignored his requests to stop, he threatened her with some sort of gesture.

Joost was disqualified mere hours before the finale. He was slotted to perform just before Israel and considered a favorite and potential winner.

The show itself did not address his disqualification. The dutch entry was simply skipped with no further comment.

Israeli broadcaster KAN was confirmed to have broken EBU rules during their coverage of the Irish act in the Semifinal. The commentator spoke negatively about their act, condemning the very scary goth aesthetic, and noting their willingness to criticize Israel's actions.

Despite Irish contestant Bambie Thug lodging a complaint with the EBU, there was no penalty or other repercussion.

If you were hoping that the event itself would turn into some sort of protest, I have to disappoint you:

Despite rumors of other contestants dropping out over Joost's disqualification, all of them performed.

There was audible booing every time Israel was on-screen, including their performance, announcement of points, and every time they received points. There was equally audible cheering.

No contestant or spokesperson directly addressed the ""controversy"" (read: ongoing genocide being artwashed), although very few made covert remarks about peace, love, dignity, and equality.

The most explicit it got was the Austrian spokesperson, saying something along the lines of "It's hard to find only positive words in a time where heartlessness prevails. But we hope everyone can unite through music and show that everyone deserves to be treated equally"

No one stormed on stage or held up a palestinian flag or anything, if you were hoping for that. I certainly was.

Israel gave its 12 points (both Jury and public) to Luxembourg. The singer is half-israeli and born in Jerusalem.

Jury votes mostly ignored Israel, netting them a total of 52 points through jury votes, which put them somewhere in the middle of the scoreboard. Norway, Cyprus, and Germany awarded them 8 points each, making them the main contributors.

In contrast, Israel received 323 points from the public voting. They were second only to Croatia with 337. 15 public votings, including "rest of the world" awarded Israel their 12 points, more than any other country would receive. The only countries not to award any points to Israel in the public vote were Croatia and Ukraine.

Israel thereby placed 5th out of 25.

But hey, at least the winner (Switzerland) was nonbinary, diversity win amirite. Notably, they had to smuggle in their pride flag, since EBU guidelines only allow flags of participating countries and the rainbow flag. (This is also why palestinian flags were not allowed. It's not a new rule, but they certainly weren't going to start bending it now.)

If there's one thing to take away from this: Do not ever think the rest of the world is on your side, just because your social media is. The rest of the world has shown their allegiance, and it lies with Israel and Genocide.

Do not stop fighting for what is right.

[webcomixwastaken]

looks like the minor drama of Hong Kong winning gold for men's foil hasn't reached tumblr (to be fair, seems like my side of tumblr doesn't care about the Olympics at all; not a one of you is posting about it) but it HAS been very funny on the other platforms.

Basically, the final match was our guy (Cheung Kalong) and an Italian athlete (Filippo Macchi). it was incredibly close in which the refs had to review video footage of the bout to determine who was the winner, and they chose Cheung. medals were given out, etc. etc. eeeeexcept the president of the Italian Fencing Federation has raised a big stink that Macchi should have won and accused the refs, who are South Korean and Taiwanese, of favouring Hong Kong because he opines that these countries are, I kid you not, "geographically close"

...what makes you think a Taiwanese person would want to hear "March of the Volunteers" in any given situation. sir these are whole ass other countries and cultures. also, as some HKers are pointing out, they clearly were okay with it when Czech and German refs called the semifinal that brought Macchi to the next round... much "geographically closer" to Italy than SK is to HK!!

Macchi is cool though, since he's gone on record to say that he respects the decision. Hong Kongers have chilled out on him now.

but, it didn't stop our Pizza Hut declaring that pineapple is a free topping on all pizzas until Thursday which is a wonderfully petty and therefore very Hong Kong-like move in general though I must say basic pineapple is far from the most abominable thing we've put on pizza.

[ao3topshipsbracket]

Bracket Schedule

Round 1, Side 1: Saturday, April 20, 1PM PDT (1 week)

Round 1, Side 2: Sunday, April 21, 1PM PDT (1 week)

Round 2, Side 1: Monday, April 29, 1PM PDT (1 week)

Round 2, Side 2: Tuesday, April 30, 1PM PDT (1 week)

Round 3: Wednesday, May 8, 10AM PDT (1 day)

Round 4: Thursday, May 9, 12PM PDT (1 day)

Quarterfinals: Friday, May 10, 2PM PDT (1 day)

Semifinals: Saturday, May 11, 4PM PDT (1 day)

Finals: Sunday, May 12, 6PM PDT (1 week)

Results: Sunday, May 19, 6PM PDT

We have decided to run only the first two rounds and the finals for a week, in order to prevent mod burnout.

[foreverisntenough]

- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestive, smut love bombing, little sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 15 - ‘You’re Mine’

Trent had become home. After you had said I love you to each other somehow things got even better than they were before. You were so happy in Liverpool you never wanted to leave but it had to happen. You had to go home, you had to leave Trent. You had been in England for months. You finally had told your family you were seeing someone, a British boy from Liverpool. The conversation stopped there for a while but then you felt like the longer you stayed, the more you fell into an established relationship, the more photos that came out, they deserved to know how serious things were.

“Sorry, like the one that plays for Liverpool?” Your sister asked utterly confused over Skype with the rest of your family.

“Why wouldn’t you tell us this?” Your mum seemed annoyed at your secrecy.

“I initially didn’t know how serious it was... I just wanted to be sure, I guess but yeah, the one from Liverpool.” You stumbled over an explanation and then confirmed Trent’s identity to the shocked faces on the screen.

“Just want to say, this was not my idea…” Trent piped in from over the couch. He could be so obnoxious sometimes having to prove he was right. He had wanted to tell them sooner.

“Okay…” you rolled your eyes annoyed at his imposition, not helping the situation.

“Wait, he's there now!” Your sister squealed. Your dad had remained quiet but you saw his eyes light up hearing his familiar accent.

“So you’ve just been living in England?!” Your mom asked, she was so confused. Your parents had moved to your summer house out in a tiny coastal town a couple years ago so they didn’t really know what you got up to in New York day to day. You traveled a lot before so your mum had assumed your recent travel was just your usual shenanigans with your friends. She was just trying to piece together that all the flying you had been doing was for one purpose, the only purpose being Trent.

“I didn’t mean to keep it so quiet…” you tried to rectify the situation but were cut off.

“Are you ready for Thursday? Are you going Y/N?” Your dad spoke first to Trent. You were a little confused but waved for Trent to come to the computer. You repeated the question for him.

“Yeah, all set sir. We’re going in confident. We’ve been playing well.” Trent said almost like a response to a reporter. You could tell he got a little nervous being thrust into this call. He was adjusting his appearance staring into the small box of you two in the corner of the screen.

“I’m not going.” You confirmed. “Staying home in Liverpool.” You calling Liverpool home made Trent’s heart skip a beat, your mum’s eyes widen, your dad furrowed his brows.

“You’re not going to a Champions League semifinal? I really thought I raised you better than that.” He joked. Your dad’s quip lightened the mood immensely. Trent pulled over a stool to sit next to you and you both chatted with your family about the life you had been living for months

To your dads delight, once you had revealed your relationship, there was a lot of communication between him and Trent. In turn, Trent invited your dad to a home game the next time he was over in England. He could very easily flown your whole family out for any date but you told him to be steady and just start with your dad. You felt better about it just being him. You trusted him in social situations, he was funny, never awkward, he loved football and Liverpool, he was from England so he would feel at home, it was all leaning towards an easy integration.

“Not a bad player, huh?” Your dad nudged you sitting in Trent’s box watching him send the ball across the pitch. Tyler was there so you sat with him introducing him to your dad.

“Yeah, we think he’s alright.” Tyler quipped, eyes widening following a bad tackle as the ball went out of play. The ref called for a free kick just outside the box so there was a lot of attention turning to Trent. You sat on your hands a little nervous. You were tense. You had always followed the team but now your home life depended on the outcomes. The person at the dinner table across from you's emotions were on the line. Your dad could feel your shoulders tense and rise a little. He nudged you again.

“He’s good at this, I got a feeling about this one.” He cooed. He did have good instinct so your shoulders lowered at the sweet comment and confidence in Trent.

“Y/N, you're out. Your dad believes in him more than you. Have some faith” Tyler joked with your dad.

“Stop” you hit back and the three of you went quiet with the rest of the stadium. Despite your nerves, Trent was incredibly calm, composed, clinical. He struck the ball perfectly. It netted into the top right corner. You softly closed your eyes in relief and disbelief. Anfield erupted. Tyler and your dad stood up. You dad pulled you up to cheer his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“Have faith.” He cooed in your ear. Trent celebrated on the pitch with his teammates before pointing up to you. Any acknowledgment at a match would always made your heart flutter.

“Pretty special” your dad tapped Tyler on the arm.

“Got to be goal of the month. Unreal that. Didn’t need Debby downer” he shoved you lightly “but we’ll keep her ‘round.” He smiled, applauding his brother.

Your dad was right. Tyler was right. They were right. You needed to trust Trent in a grander sense. You had to have more faith that you were going to work otherwise the relationship would be plagued with anxiety. You tried your best but it was hard.

TIMEJUMP

In the blink of an eye you had been together for almost a year and a half now and your relationship with Trent had only gotten stronger. You celebrated birthdays, holidays, and an anniversary. You happily became a part of his life. Whenever he wasn’t at football he was with you. You were so in love it felt like a dream. In turn, the relationship had become more serious, you and Trent had begun discussing next steps, your future. You always joked but more so genuinely expressed that you wanted a life together forever and were starting to make actual plans, thinking about the logistics. You spoke with your family often once the relationship was out in the open and you didn’t hide that you two wanted to build something together. It was all very easy, you flew under the radar in Liverpool, only close family and friends had known you two were together and you liked it that way but you weren’t hiding the relationship from the public it just happened that way. At the moment you were staying with his family but then would have to return to New York every so often because that’s where you technically lived. Time continued to pass and the back and forth was starting to take its toll. Trent wanted more stability, he wanted you to stop just dreaming and start doing. He didn’t want the hushed fleeting moments anymore.

“I’m done with this, baby.” Trent almost sounded angry. You sat in the front seat of his car while he drove the all too familiar route to the airport. You had gotten into a routine of spending months at a time in Liverpool split up by a week or two back in the US. It wasn’t an exact formula because it was often interrupted by trips to away games to follow him or just the two of you somewhere hidden away. You were constantly on a plane but if it meant being with him you’d do it for the rest of your life.

“Done with…?” you questioned him. You started to worry if he was going to say he was finally done with the distance and didn’t want to put in the effort anymore. A part of you would always wonder why he was with you. Waiting to wake up from the dream that your life had become. You couldn’t believe you’d been together almost two years.

“You being away from me, I can’t do it anymore. You’re mine. You’re supposed to be with me.” He sounded like a greedy kid refusing to share his toys. His hand gripped your thigh tighter as he stared at the road in front of him.

“T.. “ you cooed, placing your hand over his stroking over his knuckles. You didn’t have a solution on your mind so you stayed quiet. The rest of the car ride was silent. You pulled into departures when he put the car in park, one of his hands swiftly moving to grab your cheek, turning you to face him, his thumb brushing your skin softly.

“Pack. Move here.” His voice sliced the tension.

“What?” It caught you so off guard. Sure, you had always played with the idea but this seemed rash. “Baby..” you looked back at his big brown doe eyes. It felt unfair when he pulled that face because you knew the discussion was going his way before it started.

“Live with me.” He commanded coming closer to your face. Your noses pressing into each other. You wanted to so bad but you always had kept your apartment in New York as a safety net. What if this all came crashing down, you would have nothing, you would never recover from losing him. The thought of living with him was a dream, you essentially already did but you actually giving up your life entirely was terrifying. Your thoughts ran rapidly through your brain causing you to go silent. Your pause shattered Trent’s heart. He had assumed you were on the same page.

“I thought you wanted this…we talked about this. Getting a house for us?” his voice was shaky. He looked crushed. He was so confused why you wouldn’t want this. He pulled his hand off you and sat back in his seat slumped a little looking straight ahead. The loss of touch rocked you back into the current moment.

“T… it’s just.” You didn’t know what to say, you weren’t even sure why you were hesitating. Why weren’t you able to say yes.

“What.. what don’t I give you here? What’s not enough? I love you… why wouldn’t you want this…” he trailed off frustrated. He was angry now. You tried to talk but couldn’t.

“Don’t you love me, Y/N?” The way he said your name was cold. The car suddenly felt suffocating. You started to tear up and Trent threw his head back against the seat behind him annoyed that he now had to comfort you.

“I love you so much it hurts..” you quivered, starting to cry before he moved to hold you in his arms. He kissed your forehead.

“Baby…” he was so mad but he didn’t want to make you cry, he hated that so he didn’t say anything more.

“I’m so scared of how much I love you.” You quietly spoke trying to catch your breath in between sniffles.

“Baby…” he repeated, squeezing you a little tighter. “Please..” he was begging.

“I have to go..” you muttered seeing the time on your phone. Trent just shook his head and let go of your body. You got out of the big car and stood there for a moment trying to collect yourself. He got out of the car and pulled your luggage from the boot before coming over to you. His knuckle came under your chin tilting your face up to him. You looked at him with tear stained cheeks.

“I love you so much.” He said so seriously before his lips crashed into yours. You gasped at the sensation. You grabbed at his body returning the kiss. He pulled away before holding you to his chest. You were practically sobbing. You two parted and it was the worst experience of your life in that airport, the flight was something from hell. Trent was absolutely livid driving home. He was almost in shock. It felt like a break up. What the fuck just happened.

‘Hi.. at the airport I remembered we didn’t decide on my return flight…’ you texted awkwardly trying to break the ice and remind him you loved him.

‘We?’ He coldly replied. You just reread the text again and again. Your heart was being ripped apart by three characters. You decided to be brave, not give in to his pettiness and ask what you honestly were thinking.

‘Do you not want me to come back?’ You waited for his reply. It had been a few hours. He had left you on read. You had cried the entire time unable to compose yourself. This was a glimpse of the feeling you were so afraid of.

‘You just tell me when you want to come home’ he finally messaged. Your heart almost burst just seeing his name reappear. God, the word ‘home’ had you questioning what you were thinking stalling earlier. Of course you wanted to live with him. Fuck this, no risk, no reward. Your whole life, your heart was with him. Why would you want to be anywhere else?

‘When can we start looking at the houses?’ your text had Trent completely relieved. He wanted to call you but this was a real tiff and he needed to calm down a little before he heard your voice. He knew he would cave to whatever you’d say and he wanted to hold his ground on this. He wanted you to live with him.

‘Whenever baby’ Despite not wanting to give in, Trent was still still weak for you.

‘Just have to tell everyone it’s happening and pack so give me a few days, yeah?’ You responded and Trent was already on his computer setting up viewings he had previously looked at.

When you returned to England, it was with a lot more of your stuff but you and Trent quickly fell back into your usual life, the awkward departure was quickly forgotten. Life moved on and you had started seeing a lot of different houses looking for one for you two to start something new.

“I just want good bones. We can renovate whatever. You’re good at that shit. Like I want the property to have the space. The garden has to be big enough…bedrooms for kids, I want to live here for a long time.” Trent babbled, talking quickly while driving to a viewing. Like most things, he got fixated on homes, architecture, neighborhoods, he was so nerdy learning all about it, needing to know every detail but your heart nearly fell out of your chest at the mention of kids. Had he thought about that? You definitely had. You didn’t want to dwell on it though, that was for another time, you needed to find a home together first…

“You know, baby?” He asked, cutting off your thoughts.

“Yeah, T. Makes sense.” You said squeezing his hand. You had seen a ton of houses, today was another day leaning towards disappointment. Maybe you were being too picky. You were on your way to a final showing he had scheduled and pulled up to what you could only describe as your absolute dream home. Both you and Trent’s faces lit up.

“I have a good feeling about this one, I think you’ll like it.” Trent said lacing his fingers between yours before going inside. It was beautiful, it was everything you wanted. The kitchen was massive, lots of windows and tons of light, the back garden went on for ages with a pool and back patio but you tried to hold back your excitement trying not to sway Trent’s opinion.

“It’s good right?” He cooed in your ear grabbing your waist as you stood in one of the bedrooms.

“Could live here..” you said, turning your head to kiss him.

“Whatever you want.” He hummed before you continued your little tour.

“I think I’d want this wall down though..” you thought aloud pointing to one in between the kitchen and living space.

“It’s gone.” Trent was quick. He was going to give you anything you wanted. It was always that way. You knew that but never pushed it just appreciative of his willingness to please you.

After you saw the house, time seemed to speed by. Trent and you were so eager to get the ball rolling. It just was the way you two operated. Very instinctual. Rapid pace. Trusting your gut. Very similar to how you met and how you ended up here. Another month went by and the offer you had placed on the dream home went through. You were so excited it felt surreal that you were going to have your own space but it also was a little sad because you’d grown so accustomed to constantly having family around. You were set to move into the home in three months. You had told Dianne when you first started looking and it was bittersweet for her. She was definitely sad you two were moving, especially seeing Trent finally out from under her roof. There was also a part of her that was happy he was happy, that this relationship, the ‘visit’ to Liverpool, had worked out. Trent reassured her that the house was only a short drive in the next gated neighborhood over. You would be together plenty, not much would change.

In the next few months you were kind of living in a mess trying to work out the stuff at Trent’s home, stuff for the new house, stuff coming from the US, construction, painting, landscaping; it all kind of made you dizzy but you handled it not wanting Trent to even bat an eye about the whole project. He offered to help but this kept you occupied as his season picked up and it was something you enjoyed. You just wanted to make the perfect home for him. You both had decided you wanted it to feel like you were in a house in the Hamptons, light, airy, modern but have all the quintessential qualities of a British home. It was a good merge of your worlds and you were working to bring that to life.

The three months flew by and you were getting incredibly nervous to bring Trent to see the finished home. You ended up not changing much to the house structurally so your move in date never had to be pushed due to any big construction. You were at the point of the project where your list of things to do had dwindled down to throw-blankets, cutlery, hangers, oddities that would make the space home and functional. He had come along for the big things, making decisions from when the house was undergoing some changes like the wall you didn’t like coming down, to picking out the couch but he hadn’t been in a few weeks and seen all the home accessories and arrangement choices you had made. Stylistically it was massively different from when you started.

“Baby…what the fuck..” Trent grabbed at you when he walked in the front door. Objectively speaking, it was gorgeous. Your mum had interior design connections, Trent had money, you had taste, it all resulted in a beautiful, beautiful space. It was very creamy, white, a bright space that made you feel at home. The woods were warm tones, there was a lot of texture; sherpa, boucle, and knits. It was maybe a modern x farmhouse vibe a la Restoration Hardware and needless to say, Trent loved it.

“Good or bad ‘what the fuck’ ?” You giggled seeing the excitement on his face.

“This is my dream house.” He gawked looking around at the job you had done. “Dream girl too” he said, kissing into your neck, overly happy with you and the house. You explained little things you changed, why you picked a certain material for something, where you were going to keep all things football, and then you got to your bedroom. You opened the door to the spacious room and it was incredibly calm, neutral, luxe, minimalistic but it felt warm when you walked in. It just made you want to cuddle. The bed was massive and you couldn’t wait to sleep on it.

“Are we sleeping here tonight?” He read your mind. His hand grazed your side before he laid face first into the mattress.

“I guess if you want” you giggled crawling on top of him. You put your entire weight on him.

“Oof… get off me.” He moaned, voice muffled by the bed. “Let me breathe!” He squirmed ultimately getting you off him. He was being dramatic, faking heaving breaths.

“Oh my god! Are you okay!” You overzealously pretended to be concerned he couldn’t breathe your hands gripped his arms to shake him with worry.

“Nah, I think I need mouth to mouth resuscitation.” The smile that swept across his face was incredibly devilish and you liked it. You sat back on top of him on the bed. You kissed his lips slow. It heated up into the pair of you passionately making out, your bodies were rolling into each other, your clothes slowly being peeled off when you started to move your kisses to his neck. You sucked on his sensitive skin pulling a moan from him and worked your way down his bare chest. You ended up kissing all the way down to the tip of his cock.

“Don’t tease baby...” he groaned out.

“Not teasing.. just tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything you want me to do.” The submission had Trent’s heart racing.

“Open your mouth f’me beautiful” he commanded gently. You opened your mouth and he lifted his hips a little to silently tell you what he wanted but you surprised him when every inch of his cock went in your mouth slipping to the back of your throat right away. “Fuck, just like that baby.” He helped you move your head up and down on his cock. He reached his hand to grab your hair with vigor, guiding your movements. You were gagging at how deep in your throat you were taking him. Drool was rolling from your mouth to your chin, tears flooding your lash line. You moaned in pleasure, loving every second of this. All you wanted to do was make him happy whether it was decorating a house or sucking his cock you were going to do it. Lost in the feeling, he began to rock his hips against you, his hands gripping on you a little bit tighter. You looked up at him fucking your face with eyes he loved to watch. He groaned, shutting his eyes, losing control a little. Your mouth, your tongue, your lips felt so perfect on him, the sound of it all was music to his ears. The tears on your lash line finally fell when his cock began to throb a little. The tears ran down your cheeks, the sight causing him to fuck your mouth faster. Your mascara began to run and you looked more beautiful to him than ever.

“Such a good girl, baby” he moaned. He could barely get the words out as your tongue swirled around him

“Mmmhuhh” you managed a mumbled agreement with his cock still in your mouth before taking him a little bit deeper. You gagged and the sound turned him on so much, you both knew his release was close. The noise was such a turn on. Everything you ever did was a turn on for him. He could get hard at you doing nothing but you weren’t doing nothing right now. No, you were letting him thrust his cock into your face.

“Fuck.. f-fuck I love fucking your mouth. I love you baby. Feels so fucking good. Shit.” He babled messily when his thrusts got sloppier. You felt him get just a little bit harder before he pushed further down your throat spilling his cum into your mouth. He pulled you off him slowly, both of you breathing heavily. You smiled softly looking up at him. Some of his cum and drool pooled in the corner of your lips curling.

“You’re so beautiful. So good f’me you know that?” He cooed, pulling you up to cuddle.

“So, you like the new bedroom?” You giggled.

•

Thank you for continuing reading! Comment or message what you think of the series … Kind of a filler chapter 🤍

Next part - Chapter 16 xx

[blkmagicwoahman]

SHA'CARRI RICHARDSON DOMINATES THE FIELD 🏃🏾‍♀️💨 🥇 🇺🇸

Sha'Carri Richardson delivered an impressive performance in the 100 meters on Friday, winning her first race at the Paris Olympics with a time of 10.94 seconds.

She has now qualified for the semifinals. 💜

Tune in to watch her shine and go for the gold 🥇 in her next upcoming Olympics events:

Saturday, Aug. 3: Women's 100 Semifinals at 1:50pm EDT

Saturday, Aug. 3: Women's 100 Final at 3:20pm EDT

Thursday, Aug. 8: Women's 4x100m Relay Round 1 at 5:10am EDT

Friday, Aug. 9: Women's 4x100m Relay Final at 1:30pm EDT

[worstmombracket]

The Worst Dad Bracket Masterpost

ROUND 4: Ends Thursday, May 25th at 2:00 PM CST

Feel free to send in any propaganda for the shitty dad YOU think should win the coveted World's Worst Dad cup!

1A Matchups:

Enji "Endeavor" Todoroki (My Hero Academia) vs Dr. Martin Brenner (Stranger Things) - Battle of the Training From Hell Dads Winner: Endeavor

Donald Davenport (Lab Rats) vs Preston Northwest (Gravity Falls) - Battle of the Rich Dads Winner: Preston Northwest

Bro Strider (Homestuck) vs Every Dad from Fire Emblem Fates (Fire Emblem Fates) - Battle of the Dads of Timey Wimey Nonsense Kids Winner: Bro Strider

Mr. Turner (Fairly Oddparents) vs Martin Blyndeff (Epiteth Erased) - Battle of the Dads of Kids who Should Not Have That Responsibility Winner: Martin Blyndeff

Straff Venture (Mistborn) vs Viren (The Dragon Prince) - Battle of Dads I Know Nothing About Winner: Straff Venture

Iemitsu Sawada (Katekyo Hitman Reborn!) vs Jacques Schnee (RWBY) - Battle of Mafia vs Robber Baron Dads Winner: Jacques Schnee

John Winchester (Supernatural) vs Trigon (Teen Titans) - Battle of the Demon Hunter and Demon Dads Winner: John Winchester

John "Jod" Gaius (The Locked Tomb) vs Nyarlathotep (Persona 2) - Battle of the Dads Whose Submission Reasonings Made Me Go WTF the Most Winner: John "Jod" Gaius

1B Matchups:

Clay Puppington (Moral Orel) vs Claude Frollo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) - Battle of the Religious Trauma Dads Winner: Claude Frollo

William Afton (Five Nights At Freddy's) vs Roy (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared) - Battle of the Purple and Yellow Dads Winner: William Afton

Walter White (Breaking Bad) vs Homer Simpson (The Simpsons) - Battle of the Bald Dads Winner: Walter White

Buck Cluck (Chicken Little) vs Ghetsis (Pokémon Black and White) - Battle of the Animal Abuse Dads Winner: Ghetsis

Masayoshi Shido (Persona 5) vs Manfred von Karma (Ace Attorney) - Battle of Your Rival's Shitty Dads Winner: Manfred von Karma

Harry Wormwood (Matilda) vs Gabe "Smelly Gabe" Ugliano (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) - Battle of the Ordinary Shitty Dads with Extraordinary Powerful Kids Winner: Harry Wormwood

Gabriel Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Gozaburo Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh!) - Battle of the Corporate Shithead Dads Winner: Gabriel Agreste

Gendo Ikari (Neon Genesis Evangelion) vs Firelord Ozai (Avatar: The Last Airbender) - Battle of the Dads of Kids in Desperate Need of Therapy Winner: Firelord Ozai 2A Matchups:

Enji "Endeavor" Todoroki (BNHA) vs Preston Northwest (Gravity Falls) - Battle of the Classless High Class Dads

Winner: Endeavor

Bro Strider (Homestuck) vs Martin Blyndeff (Epithet Erased) - Battle of the Neglectful Toy Enthusiast Dads

Winner: Martin Blyndeff

Straff Venture (Mistborn) vs Jacques Schnee (RWBY) - Battle of the Arshitocracy Dads

Winner: Straff Venture

John Winchester (Supernatural) vs John "Jod" Gaius (The Locked Tomb) - Battle of the John Dads

Winner: John Gaius

2B Matchups:

Claude Frollo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) vs William Afton (FNAF) - Battle of the Burning Dads

Winner: Claude Frollo

Walter White (Breaking Bad) vs Ghetsis (Pokemon Black & White) - Battle of the Kingpin Dads

Winner: Ghetsis

Manfred von Karma (Ace Attorney) vs Harry Wormwood (Mathilda) - Battle of the there's not a coherent theme here ngl dads

Winner: Von Karma

Gabriel Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Firelord Ozai (ATLA) - Battle of the Big Bad Dads

Winner: Fire Lord Ozai

Round 3 Matchups:

Endeavor vs Martin Blyndeff - Battle of the Selfish Dads

Winner: Martin Blyndeff

Straff Venture vs John Gaius - Battle of the Literary Dads

Winner: Straff Venture

Claude Frollo vs Ghetsis - Battle of the Ominous Latin Chorus Dads

Winner: Claude Frollo

Manfred von Karma vs Fire Lord Ozai - Battle of the Rival’s Shitty Dad… 2!

Winner: Fire Lord Ozai

Round 4 Semifinals Matchups:

Martin Blyndeff vs Straff Venture - Battle of the Dark Horse Dads

Claude Frollo vs Fire Lord Ozai - Battle of the Awful Authorities Dads

[sparkliest-bard-bracket]

Welcome, everybody to the

✨✨SEMIFINALS!! ✨✨

Calling all bard fans to Round 6, aka ✨the Semifinals✨!!! Above is the bracket for this PENULTIMATE round. If you'd like to see what matches we've had in Rounds 1-4, and what valiant bards have been defeated, here is the link to Round 4's bracket.

This round has just 4 contestants, and 2 polls total (wHAT). The first poll will be posted this Thursday, June 20 at 9am Pacific Time, and the second poll will be posted at 3pm on the same day.

As always, feel free to submit propaganda for your favorite bards via reblogs, the ask box, or tagging this blog! I always love all of you guys's propaganda so much, so don't be shy!! :D

[Text version of the bracket with full names, fandom names (not that it's very complicated this round), and poll links (once polls go live) beneath the cut!]

SEMIFINALS:

“Weird Al” Yankovic (Real Life) vs Neil Banging Out the Tunes (Tumblr)

2. Miss Piggy (The Muppets) vs Freddie Mercury (Real Life)

[starry-hughes]

when you said your last goodbye

luke didn’t have time to mourn the loss. michigan had been defeated in the semifinals. luke hughes was living his last moments as a wolverine in the lock room, crying with his roommates and trying not to throw up.

luke had changed out of his pads and jersey. putting on the shirt that was deemed good enough to sign a contract in. he knew it was coming, he had been prepared.

his teammates wiped their tears as they were brought into some random room in the tunnels of amalie, a table set up and the paper and pen laid out for luke. taking a deep breath, luke handed off his michigan jersey to his parents, a keepsake.

luke had said his heartfelt goodbyes back in michigan. the whole team knew what they were losing at the end of the run, no matter if they lost thursday or won saturday, they knew luke wouldn’t be returning to michigan. his room had been packed up and things sent to his brother already.

crowding around in the room, all eyes on luke as he took a seat at the table. he thought of jack's texts about him coming to jersey, something about having fun in boston on saturday, luke hadn't read the whole text. he thought of quinn’s phone call right before the game, quinn telling him to play well and luke felt like he would be disappointing his eldest brother.

the words being spoke by the devils rep sounded muffled to luke. he couldn’t fully focus, head spinning. his teammates all gave him smiles, trying to make the moment feel slightly better. luke's hands shook as he picked up the pen, the dotted line looking ominous.

it felt comforting to luke, having his parents and his coaches and teammates there. all giving him the best encouraging smiles they could manage, all still sad from their loss. his roommates, closest friends, all nodding with tears in their eyes, encouraging him to make it official.

luke signed on the line, trying to blink away the tears. his parents had these feelings of proudness mixed with sadness. "welcome to the devils luke.”

he felt numb as he put on a smile for the camera.

[kananjarus]

potential fritz v. tiafoe semifinal??? might possibly cancel the date I have thursday night just to be seated for that ngl

[hugheses]

“Jack Hughes spotted court-side Thursday night watching Coco Gauff in the # USOpen2023 Semifinal.”

[otdiaftg]

Thursday night's practice is canceled on account of the night's line- up. The odds bracket have their last games tonight, with Edgar Allan against Maryland and Penn State against USC. Only two teams from each bracket will proceed to the fourth round, which means one of the Big Three is getting eliminated tonight. It is the first time in six years one of them is going home before semifinals, and Kevin needs to see it happen. Somehow the entire team gets roped into it, and they all stay at the stadium after Wymack dismisses them for the day.

Day: Thursday, February 29th/March, 1st* Time: 7:45 PM EST

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.