#sunderland

[geksuroll]

this James' pose is just-...

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

Again, not an exhaustive list but for anyone else in the UK, these are where riots are expected today:

Aldershot - Immigration Advisors at 40 Victoria Road GU11 1TH, starting at 19:30.

Bedford - Immigration INN (Inn?) on Ford End Road MK40 4JT, at 20:00.

Birmingham - Refugee and Migrant Centre on Frederick Street B1 3HN, beginning at 20:00.

Bishop Auckland - outside the Town Hall on Market Place DL14 7NP.

Blackburn - Rafiq Immigration Services on Whalley Road BB5 1AA, at 20:00.

Blackpool - Immigration Solicitors at the Enterprise Centre on Lytham Road FY1 1EW, starting at 20:00.

Bolton - Deane & Bolton Immigration Lawyers on Chorley New Road BL1 4QR, at 20:00.

Brentford - UK Immigration Help in The Mile on 1000 Great West Road TW8 9DW, starting around 19:00.

Brighton - Raj Rayan Immigration in Queensberry House at 106 Queens Road BN1 3XF, starting either at 19:30 or 20:00.

Bristol - Gya Williams Immigration on West Street BS2 OBL, at 20:00.

Burnley - at Thompson Park on 111 Ormerod Rioad BB11 3QWat, starting at 13:00.

Canterbury - UK Immigration Clinic in the Canterbury Innovation Centre CT2 7FG, at 20:00.

Chatham - Immigration Status UK on Maidstone Road ME5 9FD, at 20:00.

Cheadle - Intime Immigration Services on Brooks Drive SK8 3TD, at 20:00.

Chelmsford - UK Immigration Information Centre on Violet Close CM1 6XG, at 20:00.

Derby - Immigration Advisory Service, Normanton Road DE23 6US, at 20:00.

Dover - Kent Immigration and Visa Advice at 5A Castle Hill Road CT16 1QG, reportedly around 20:00.

Durham - in Crook at Market Place, at 18:00. (Unsure as to whether this is the same one as in Bishop Auckland as I know Crook is near there?)

Finchley - Immigration and Nationality Services within Foundation House at 4 Percy Road N128BU, around 19:00.

Harrow - Yes UK Immigration and North Harrow Community Library within the Business Centre at 429-433 Pinner Road HA1 4HN, in North Harrow, at 19:00.

Hastings - Black Rock Immigration at 37 Cambridge Gardens TN34 1EN, at 20:00.

Hull - Conroy Baker Immigration Lawyer in Norwich House, 1 Savile Street HU1 3ES, at 20:00.

Lewisham - the Clock Tower, SE13 5JH, 19:00.

Lincoln - Immigration Lawyer Services on Carlton Mews LN2 4FJ, at 20:00.

Liverpool - Merseyside Refugee Centre in St Anne's Centre on 7 Overbury Street L7 3HJ, at 20:00.

Liverpool - Sandpiper Hotel (might be on Ormskirk Old Road? if any scousers can clarify where that is, that'd be great) at 13:00.

Middlesbrough - Immigration Advice Centre which is the Co-Operative Buildings at 251 Linthorpe Road TS1 4AT, at 20:00.

Newcastle - United Immigration Services in Artisan Unit 3, The Beacon on Westgate Road NE4 9PQ, at 20:00.

Northampton - Zenith Immigration Lawyers at 2 Talbot Road NN1 4JB, starting at 20:00.

Nottingham - East Midlands Immigration Services at 15 Stonesbury Vale NG2 7UR, at 20:00.

Oldham - somewhere on Ellen Street 0L9 6QR, at 20:00

Oxford - Asylum Welcome in Unit 7 in Newtec Place on Magdelen Road OX4 1RE, around 19:00. [Updated as of 15:53]

Peterborough - Smart Immigration Services in Laxton House at 191 Lincoln Road PE1 2PN, at 20:00.

Plymouth - in a Morrisons car park, I don't know which but I saw Victory Parade associated with it? If anyone from Plymouth can clarify, please do. Not sure on time.

Portsmouth - UK Border Agency at Kettering Terrace PO2 8QN, at 20:00

Preston - Adriana Immigration Services at 109 Church Street PR1 3BS, at 19:00 or 20:00.

Rotherham - Parker Rhodes Hickmotts, The Point S60 1BP, at 20:00.

Sheffield - City Hall on Barker's Pool S1 2JA, at 13:00.

Sheffield - White Rose Visas at 101 Wilkinson Street S10 2GJ, at 20:00.

Southampton - Y-Axis Immigration Consultants, Cumberland Place on Grosvenor Square SO15 2BG, at 20:00.

Southend - MNS Immigration Solicitors on Ditton Court Road SS0 7HG, at 20:00.

Stoke-On-Trent - ZR Visas on Metcalfe Road ST6 7AZ, in Tunstall, at 20:00.

Sunderland - North of England Refugee Service which is in Suite 12 in the Eagle Building at 201 High Street East SR1 2AX, at 20:00.

Swindon - I have no details for this, just seen that something might be kicking off there.

Tamworth - Lawrencia & Co Immigration Solicitors within the Amber Business Village on Amber Close B77 4RP, no details on time unfortunately.

Walthamstow - Waltham Forest Immigration Bureau at 187 Hoe Street E17 3AP, at 20:00.

Wigan - Support for Wigan Arrivals Project, Penson Street WN1 2LP, at 20:00.

York - only detail I've got it is York Stay City Hotel.

[dorabellingham]

You came

warning: none

characters: jobe x reader

summary: when he invites you to go to a game for the first time but doesn't think you're going

may contain spelling and translation errors!

Jobe had never been the nervous type for a game. Since he was little, he always knew that soccer was his place, that being on the field was natural for him. But on that specific summer night, when he was in the Sunderland locker room getting ready to enter the field, he felt something different. A chill in the stomach that had nothing to do with the pressure of the game and everything to do with the possibility of seeing a specific person in the stands.

You.

He had invited, of course, but without high expectations. Until then, what you had was something undefined. He liked you. A lot. But at the same time, you always seemed to keep a certain distance, a barrier between you that Jobe was still not sure how to overcome. Inviting you to one of your games was a way to try to see how far you would go. But he never expected you to really accept.

When he stepped on the lawn for the heating, he disguised as much as he could, but his eyes were restless, automatically looking for the stands, trying to find any sign of you. The stadium was gigantic, full of excited fans, and he was already convincing himself that you hadn't come when, suddenly, something familiar caught his attention.

Near the lawn, not so far from the reserve bank, there you were.

Wearing a jacket that he was almost sure wasn't yours, probably from a friend or borrowed by someone from the club, with your hair down and a serene expression, as if it were just another normal event. But Jobe knew it wasn't. For you to be there, something had changed.

For a moment, he was stuck. He felt something hot rise to his chest, a mixture of surprise and happiness. You really came.

A push on the shoulder brought him back to reality.

-What's up, bro?

One of the teammates asked, realising his gaze fixed.

Shirt 7 blinked, disguising the smile that threatened to appear.

-Nothing, nothing...

But that was all.

The warm-up continued, and he forced himself to focus on the game. However, before returning to the locker room for the last conversation with the coach, he looked one last time in his direction.

And you were looking back.

It was fast, but enough for him to see the little smile you sketched before looking away.

The game had been intense, but Jobe almost didn't feel the time pass. His body was exhausted, his muscles burning from the effort, his shirt glued to his skin by sweat, but none of it mattered. Not when, in the back of your mind, a single thing throbbed strongly: you were there.

Throughout the game, he tried not to think too much about you, but whenever he could, between one move and another, his eyes instinctively ran to the side of the field, as if his body knew exactly where to look for it. You were still there, watching, present, and that made you feel different, almost invincible.

When the final whistle sounded, it still took him a few seconds to process everything. Sunderland had won, the fans vibrated, and the players hugged each other in celebration. But he couldn't hold on much to the team's euphoria. His eyes ran to the side of the lawn, and that's where he saw her once again.

You were still in the same place, now more visible, because some people had already begun to leave the stands. His gaze met his before he could even think about how to react. And then, you smiled.

It was a small, discreet, but real smile.

Jobe felt his chest heat up and looked away, swallowing drily. He didn't know exactly why it affected him so much, but he knew he needed to see her up close.

The locker room was a chaos of celebration, the teammates talking loudly, the music playing, but the boy hurried into the shower, changed his clothes anyway, and left before everyone else. His heart beat fast as he crossed the tunnel that gave access to the outside of the field, his eyes attentive to every face that passed. And then, he finally saw her up close that night.

You were leaning against one of the tunnel walls, with your arms crossed, as if you had all the time in the world. When he saw him approaching, he uncrossed his arms and fixed the jacket he was wearing, an unconscious habit that he had already noticed in you.

Jobe slowed down his steps when he got close, stopping a few centimetres from you. His hair was still wet from the hurried bath, a few drops running down the back of his neck, and his breathing was still a little accelerated.

-You came.

His voice came out lower than I expected.

You smiled from the corner.

-Of course I came. I wasn't going to miss it.

Jobe let out a low laugh and shook his head, trying to process that. He wanted to ask so many things, he wanted to know what had made you accept the invitation, he wanted to understand if it meant something. But, at the same time, I just wanted to enjoy that moment.

-Did you like the game?

He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

-It was amazing. -You answered, sincere. -You played very well.

He felt his chest inflate with pride, and, without thinking too much, took another step towards you.

-Good to know that I impressed you.

You let out a chuckle, tilting your head back to take a better look at him.

-Don't get excited, Bellingham.

He laughed, and then, before he could control himself, he raised his hand and gently touched your face, his thumb brushing against the hot skin of your cheek. You were slightly tense for a second, surprised, but you didn't back down. In fact, his eyes shone a little more under the dim lighting of the tunnel.

-I'm very happy you came., Y/n.

He admitted, his voice is lower and hoarse now.

-I know, Jobe. But I'm happier for being here with you.

You murmured, and then, without warning, leaned in his direction.

The kiss happened without haste, without the euphoria of a first desperate touch, but with the certainty that that moment was happening at the right time. Jobe's lips were still a little warm from the intensity of the game, and yours were soft, curious, moulding to hin in a way that made his heart speed up more than any race on the field.

For a moment, the world disappeared. The tunnel, the distant noise of the players still celebrating, the fans who began to empty the stadium. Nothing mattered except that kiss and the certainty that something between you had changed forever.

Hi, I'm opening the question box for requests again, if you want to ask for any, feel free!

This time I'm open to trying to write with more players and maybe even F1 drivers :)

[judesbelligoal]

“Sorry sorry” 🤣

[heyciry]

James <3

[possiblyunhinged]

So... are the fascists burning libraries and attacking mosques the same folks who took great offence to England being called a racist country? Those guys? The fellas who "want their country back" and are "just saying what everybody is thinking"?

Flag shaggers are as thick as pig shit.

[hendolish]

the bellingham bros + lollipops 🍭💗

[scavengedluxury]

I hope any followers in Sunderland are OK, I see the “not far right, just ordinary people with legitimate concerns about immigration” crowd have chosen to blight your town with their presence today.

[raphoupix]

Jobe Bellingham - Leeds United v. Sunderland AFC - EFL Championship

[ltwilliammowett]

Northsea - Sunderland

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[claudskiart]

He who is not bold enough to be stared at from across the abyss is not bold enough to stare into himself.

[geksuroll]

hello, my new kink. and so we begin with first stoopid (and translated) meme

[judesbway]

Watching jobes game just like last year so sweet!! My fav brother duo literally ⭐️❕©️:itsjudesworld

[dorabellingham]

Too short for me

warning: none

characters: jobe x reader

summary: when you're making breakfast and he doesn't miss the opportunity to make fun of your height

request: yes!

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The kitchen in the cottage was small and cozy, with a large window that overlooked the forest covered in morning mist. You entered first, barefoot and wrapped in the cardigan Jobe had insisted you wear to protect yourself from the cold. He followed close behind, bending slightly so as not to hit his head on the door frame.

—This house is definitely not made for someone who is 6’4” tall!

He joked, laughing as you, with your short height, reached the counter without difficulty.

You glanced back, winking at him with a mischievous smile.

—Well, not everyone is born a walking tower.

Jobe laughed, striding closer and standing behind you, leaning down enough to rest his chin on the top of your head.

—But I like our height difference. It’s easier to hug you this way.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide your smile as you felt his arms wrap around your waist.

—You only like it because you can reach everything on the high shelves.

—True. Want to try it? What do you need, babe?

He asked, looking at the upper cabinets.

—Sugar, please, giant.

Jobe let out a low laugh and effortlessly reached out, grabbing the sugar jar from the highest cabinet. He handed it to you, but before you could grab it, he held the jar high.

—You’re going to get it yourself now.

He teased, lifting the sugar even higher.

You sighed dramatically and patted his belly.

—Stop being silly, Jobe.

—Go on, try it, darling. I want to see.

He insisted, laughing.

You tried to stretch, standing on your tiptoes and stretching your arms as far as you could, but he only pushed the jar further away.

—Babe, I swear if you don’t give me that…

He lowered the sugar a little, but only so that you could touch it. When you tried to grab it, he leaned forward, stealing a quick kiss.

—There. You can have it now.

You took the jar with an indignant expression, although you were clearly laughing.

—You’re insufferable, you know that?

—I’m insufferable and irresistible.

He corrected, winking for you.

You shook your head, laughing, and began measuring the sugar for the coffee. Meanwhile, your boyfriend was busy cutting fruit on the counter next to you, but he couldn’t resist leaving a slice or two near your face, encouraging you to bite directly from his hand.

—Look, this one’s perfect. Try it, babe.

He said, bringing a piece of strawberry closer to your mouth.

You tried to ignore it, but the temptation was stronger, and you took a bite. The sweet juice ran down the corner of your mouth, and Jobe quickly ran his thumb there to clean it.

—Is it okay?

He asked, looking at you with that smile that always made you blush.

—It’s great.

You replied, looking away and focusing on the pot on the stove.

Jobe didn’t miss the opportunity to wrap you in a hug from behind again, leaning down once more to rest his head on your shoulder.

—This is perfect, you know? The two of us, in the middle of nowhere, with no one to get in the way.

You smiled, turning your face slightly to look at him.

—It really is perfect, Jobe.

You lost yourselves in each other’s eyes for a moment until a loud hiss made you turn around. The coffee was starting to rise in the coffee maker.

—Oh, save it!

Jobe said, letting go of you and going to turn off the heat.

You laughed as he hurried over, his body bending to handle the coffee maker that seemed too small in his hands.

—You really are clumsy, huh?

—I’m efficient.

He replied, serving the coffee with a proud smile.

When everything was ready, you took the food to the small table near the window. Jobe pulled out the chair for you, and you sat down with a grateful smile, before sitting across from him.

Amidst laughter and teasing, breakfast turned into another intimate and unforgettable moment, reinforcing how precious that time together was for both of you.

[usafphantom2]

Short Sunderland flying boats.

Queen's Island, Belfast, 1943.

I asked last year, so interested to see what new followers think...

What's the collective noun for a group of Short Sunderlands? 🤷‍♂️

@WW2airfields via X

[vinijrballondor]

thinking about him