#top 10 iconic wc moments

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lmao 💀

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INDIES TOP 10 TENNIS MATCHES OF ALL TIME !

1. Here's presenting what's just been decided at Indies, as-

THE GREATEST TENNIS MATCH OF ALL TIME !

It's the Wimbledon Final - 2009 !

ROGER FEDERER

V/S

ANDY RODDICK !

https://youtube.com/watch?v=S2feVY-oceU

2. And here's our choice for the 2nd Greatest Tennis Match Of All Time @Indies! -

THE 1995 WIMBLEDON FINAL !

STEFFI GRAF

V/S

ARANTXA SANCHEZ VICARIO !

https://youtube.com/watch?v=CUc77bKwAVM

3. And here's Indies 3RD GREATEST TENNIS MATCH OF ALL TIME !

THE 1994 WIMBLEDON FINAL !

PETE SAMPRAS

V/S

GORAN IVANISEVIC !

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnQUyZc7uxI

4. 4TH GREATEST TENNIS MATCH OF ALL TIME @ INDIES ! :

THE 1995 US OPEN FINAL !

STEFFI GRAF

V/S

MONICA SELES !

https://youtube.com/watch?v=Qu8jZFSQxVU

5. 5TH GREATEST TENNIS MATCH OF ALL TIME @ INDIES!

1983 FRENCH OPEN FINAL !

MATS WILANDER

V/S

YANNICK NOAH !

PS-My earliest memories of tennis starts with this iconic match ... Was 40 miles away from the freaking stadium!!! And Noah's final run, is etched in French history! I bet any Frenchman of my gen will tell u, this win ranks among the greatest French sporting moments ever, rivaling even their WC Football wins!

https://youtube.com/watch?v=X17tAPomUD8

6. INDIES CHOICE FOR -

THE 6TH GREATEST TENNIS MATCH OF ALL TIME !

ARGUABLY THE MOST EXCITING TENNIS MATCH EVER!

THE 2001 WIMBLEDON FINAL,ON PEOPLE'S MONDAY !

GORAN IVANISEVIC ,WORLD NO. 125

BEATS

PAT RAFTER

TO FINALLY BE CROWNED -WIMBLEDON CHAMPION !

https://youtube.com/watch?v=qfd52B2DJ6g

7. FOR THE 7TH GREATEST TENNIS MATCH OF ALL TIME !

WE HAVE -

THE 1984 FRENCH OPEN FINAL !

IVAN LENDL

V/S

JOHN MCENROE !

https://youtube.com/watch?v=xNtEPsnqrqk

8. 8TH GREATEST TENNIS MATCH OF ALL TIME @ INDIES !

THE 1998 WIMBLEDON FINAL !

PETE SAMPRAS

V/S

GORAN IVANISEVIC !

https://youtube.com/watch?v=k1BksvcHM8E

9. INDIES' 9TH GREATEST TENNIS MATCH OF ALL TIME!

IS-

THE 1977 WIMBLEDON FINAL !

BJORN BORG

V/S

JIMMY CONNORS !

https://dailymotion.com/video/x1iu2ze

10. AND FINISHING UP OUR TOP 10 LIST!

INDIES CHOICE FOR THE 10TH GREATEST TENNIS MATCH OF ALL TIME !

GOES TO -

THE 1990 WIMBLEDON FINAL !

IT'S :

STEFAN EDBERG

V/S

BORIS BECKER ! ! ! !

https://youtube.com/watch?v=f9PAkQLBIt8

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*cracks knuckles* ight time for Sawblaze propaganda, 30 reasons why Sawblaze should win! Includes statistics, gifs from different fights, silly lil fun facts, ect!

ALL REASONS UNDER CUT TO SAVE SPACE!!

Best color scheme ever (green on black is perfection)

Has a 26-10 combined win to lose ratio, better than Huge's 19-12

Has been competing longer than HUGE (Sawblaze has been competing since WCII, Huge started during WCIII)

Dragon themed, a very cool theme if ya ask me :D

Did a little dance with Ribbot when fighting Ribbot

Defeated Riptide before during WCVI

That one sexy ass moment from Sawblaze's WCVI opener fight against Minotaur

8. Won against HUGE in the WC VII finals by a very close margin 9. Has a NHRL variant thats currently the #1 bot in the 30lbs category 10. Originally had pool noodles to fill its tires 11. This iconic moment

12. There's also that one moment in Sawblaze's fight against Mad Catter 13. Makes some fuckin beautiful sparks- like look at em

14. I'll draw the various Human sawblaze designs I encounter individually if Sawblaze wins, which for now, is 6 designs from what ive seen 15. Actually can have swag green fire 16. In the words of @/charlottessecretartstash, "He's so blorbo" 17. exploded before when against Uppercut

18. Actually had an effective attachment to use against HUGE 19. May not be the best against flippers, but won against one (Blip) :D 20. this on the wiki page for Sawblaze

21. Comes from MIT, the top engineering school in the country currently! 22. Has a little Hexbug version (little guy sawblaze) thats based off of the 2020 design 23. First Hammersaw to win the giant nut 24. Has been in 3 consecutive opening fights from 2019-2021 25. Sawblaze was inspired by the Comedy Central Era battlebot named S.O.B with it's fighting method 26. Someone had Sawblaze appear in their dream on the wiki page for Sawblaze 27. Sawblaze won against a bot named reality. Bro changed reality 28. The Sawblaze toy was the first battlebots toy with a rechargable battery 29. Sawblaze won against the legend Son of Whyachi during World Championship IV 30. Yeah remember that one pic from #11? Yeah there was a ship that sprouted from that pic cause the battlebots producers were a bit silly

(Source for most of the facts: Sawblaze Fandom Wiki page

Sexiest Battlebot Tournament (2023 season) Round 2 - Match 3

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gone (cheating ft. kenma)

an anon asked me to write another version of this post, so here it is. i’m sorry about this, it’s definitely not my best work.

request: “Can you do another cheating fic but with kenma since he is my favorite character”

genre: angst

ft: kenma kozume x gn reader, a little bit of kuroo tetsuro

wc: 1.8k

warnings: fainting, angst, implied cheating

Flopping down on your bed, you picked up your phone and shot off a quick text message to your boyfriend, Kenma.

“hey babe, can we call? it’s been a really long week and I haven’t seen you in forever,” you wrote, pressing the send button with only a moment’s hesitation. 

Sighing, you scrolled upwards a bit, reading through the message history. Recently, his texts had been getting shorter and more abrupt, often making excuses when you asked to see him or talk to him.

1 new message. Distracted, you scrolled down to see Kenma’s text. 

“sorry can’t i was just about to sleep”

Frowning, you glanced at the top of the screen. 10:53 pm. He never went to bed this early, let alone slept. Your throat constricted, but you tried to brush it off, the thoughts whispering at the back of your head like malicious pixies, insecurities and harsh words. You stared at the simple string of words, wondering what to say. Are you okay? you’ve seemed off recently. No, you were probably just overthinking it.

“okay, have a good night! ily” Read 10:57 pm. No response.

Putting the phone down, you tried to push it to the back of your thoughts, but it nagged at you. Turning on your PC, you logged onto discord and noticed Kenma’s status. He was playing a multiplayer game, in a VC with one other person. Right-clicking, you ignored the feeling of distrust and clicked on the other player’s profile. 

You knew her- she was a friend of Kenma’s from school. Kenma had promised you they were just friends, that you had nothing to worry about, but the insecurities crept in again as you realized he’d been spending a lot more time with her instead of you. Biting your lip, you looked back at your phone, the accusing text glaring at you. It seemed innocuous, seemed like you were overreacting. Kenma didn’t really get why you were insecure- he always told you he only had eyes for you, but lately, it didn’t really feel like it.

The last time you two had hung out, he’d laughed at something on his phone, then turned away when you asked to see what it was, muttering something vague about a funny tiktok. You didn’t think much of it at the time, but with thoughts crowding your head, you wondered if it really had been just a video. Kozume had always been distant- you understood that when you started dating him, but was it too much to ask for a scrap of his attention? 

You were torn. On one hand, you wanted to trust Kenma, believe that everything he told you was true and he still loved you like he used to. On the other, your gut was telling you there was something off. Praying that he wasn’t hiding anything, you entered a different browser and logged into his Discord account. You’d given each other the passwords to your socials a while ago, your way of showing that you had nothing to hide.

Incorrect login information. The words appeared in red on the screen, the password field outlined in red. You tried again, ensuring that there were no typos, and it still registered as wrong. Your stomach sank, staring at the message on the screen. He changed his password and didn’t tell you. At this point, you knew something was wrong, but you didn’t want to ask him in fear of seeming insecure or clingy, both traits Kenma disliked. Before you could lose yourself further in the swirling tornado of your thoughts, your phone dinged with a new message. It was from Kuroo.

“hey y/n, are you up? we need to talk.”

Brow furrowing, you responded with “yeah, is everything okay?” He read the text, and then the call icon rang at the top of the screen, red and green buttons buzzing gently. You accepted the call, answering with “Hi Kuroo.”

“Hey y/n,” he said, his voice quieter than normal. 

“Are you okay?” He sounded off, sad somehow.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. There’s something I need to tell you, though.” You paused for a second, hoping it wasn’t what you thought it was, before he continued. “Kenma- Kenma cheated on you.”

“W-what?” Time seemed to stop. you couldn’t, didn’t want to believe your ears. Your breath caught in your throat, shock freezing your body in place.

“Shit, y/n, I’m so sorry. I just found out.” Kuroo was still talking, but you weren’t hearing him. It seemed impossible, even though you’d seen it coming. “Y/n? Are you okay?” 

Startled, you choked out, “Yeah, I’m okay, just a little shocked.” a little was an understatement. “H-how did you find out?”

“Well,” he sighed, “I saw him kiss her behind the cafe yesterday. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was still figuring out what to do.” Guilt laced his words, and you got the feeling there was still something he hadn’t said.

“What else?” From his slight intake of breath, you could tell you’d caught him off guard. He was silent for a moment.

“He’s been texting her on Discord for the past month or so. I think you know her, (f/n)?” You felt your heart crash into your stomach, and your worst fears were confirmed. Switching back onto your computer, you saw that Kenma was still playing the game with the girl, and your stomach clenched. 

“Yeah, I know her.” He noticed that your voice was quiet, subdued, and he swallowed.

“Y/n, I’m- I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say.” He was silent then, waiting for you to speak.

“No, no, it’s fine,” You said, your voice oddly calm. “Thank you for telling me.”

“Of course. Hey, are you going to be okay?” He asked, unsure what was really happening inside your head.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” Before he had a chance to say anything else, you hung up, mind spinning.

Oddly enough, you didn’t feel anything. You knew in the back of your head that this was your way of coping, that the hurt and anger and sadness would come later, but for now you didn’t care. Methodically, you went to all of your socials and blocked Kenma, hesitating only slightly to block his number in your phone.

You shut off your computer and turned your phone to silent, sitting in silence on your bed. Slowly, your eyes filled with tears that spilled down your cheeks, expressionless besides the gleaming tear streaks staining your face. Your shoulders shook, and everything seemed to crash down at once. 

Your body couldn’t keep up, the sobs overtaking you until you were lightheaded. The room was spinning and the shining moonlight was glinting through the blinds at odd angles, seeming to distort your vision. You couldn’t breathe, and then everything faded to black.

You woke up a few seconds later with your head on the pillow, dazed and hearing the blood pound through your head. You groaned and lay there for a couple of minutes, letting your breathing slow. 

You got up and brushed your teeth, staring at your puffy eyes in the mirror. It hurt, to know the man you loved didn’t feel the same anymore. What did you do wrong? Were you too clingy, not good enough, not there for him enough? Why would he cheat on you? 

Guilt vibrated around you, and it brought back the memories of every other time. It must have been your fault- it always was. 

Sleep took you uneasily that night, creeping in around your obsessive, painful thoughts and lulling you to distraction.

The next morning at school, you wiped the pain from your face and moved through the day in a haze. You saw Kenma in the hallway, leaning against the lockers on his phone, and avoided eye contact. When you saw her, (f/n), anger and hurt swelled up in your stomach, and you tried to swallow it and avoid lashing out. 

Later, Kenma stared at his phone as an error message popped up when he tried to text you. We’re sorry, the number you’re trying to reach is unavailable. A pit formed in his stomach, and he went to his other socials, reaching the same conclusions in other places. 

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, amber eyes scanning the hallway. You were already gone, though, and he moved through the swarm of people, eyes focused on the exit. Where would you have gone? 

When he showed up at your house that afternoon, you were surprised. He doesn’t waste time, showing you his phone and bluntly asking “Why did you block me?” Your eyes widened to see him slouching there, clearly uncomfortable with going out of his way to do this. “Are you angry at me?”

“Kozume, I don’t really want to talk to you right now.” His face twisted at your use of his last name.

“Why not?” 

At this point, you sighed, tired of everything. “You cheated on me. That’s why.” Your voice cracks in the last sentence, and the world stops.

His stomach drops as you turn away, the weight of the world on your shoulders. “N-no. Y/n. Please don’t go!” 

Kenma’s not good with words, and you understand that. Sometimes, though, it feels like he’s not trying. As he shook his head frantically, chin-length hair swaying around his beautiful face, you could tell he wanted to say something, but he can’t.

“What is there to say, Kozume?” Your eyes were brimming with tears, your heart squeezing at the sight of him.

“I didn’t- I didn’t mean to.” Even he knows how weak this sounds, how pathetic of him, and when he looks back up at you, his eyes are shiny. “I love you.”

His words ring hollow, and you scoff. “Where was that love when you kissed her behind the cafe? Where was it when you were constantly texting her on discord? Where was it when I needed you and you weren’t there?” You shake your head, heartbreak written all over your features. It’s then that he remembers the declined calls, the unanswered texts, the neglect he subjected you to as he pushed you away.

“I hope you’re happy with her, because we’re done.”

He didn’t even have a good reason this time. All he knew was that he wanted you to stay, but he knew he didn’t deserve a second chance. Against his will, a tear slid down his cheek and dropped to the floor, making him sniffle. 

There was nothing you wanted more than to pull him into your arms, cry into his shoulder, but you couldn’t. It hurt too much. You stepped back and slammed the door on him for the final time.

Leaning your head against the door, all of your emotions spilled out. You were silently crying, the ache in your chest almost too much to bear. You thought you heard your name outside the door, whispered just loud enough for you to hear, but you just sank down to the floor and let the tears fall.

On the other side of the door, Kenma’s phone buzzed. It was a text from her, and the disgust and anger that filled his stomach at the sight was enough for him to know he’d never forgive himself for hurting you like this.

“I love you.”

a/n: srry for the anticlimatic ending i was just feeling super bad and not in the mood to write but i wanted to get this out here, hope you like it.

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No, Not Like This (George Weasley x Reader)

I am rewatching New Girl yea and the episode of S2x15. You know the one with the ICONIC Nick and Jess 1st  Kiss?

Yup, now enjoy it as George Weasley x Reader! With guest appearances of Fred, Lee, Angelina & Alicia. *wink wink*

WC:1673

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It’s the night before Christmas break and your friends are ever so kind to throw a small party. They let kinda bad as they were all off to spend the holiday at their homes while you spend the next 3 weeks in Hogwarts. You weren’t that sad though, sure your parents were off to spend their 20th wedding anniversary and you are going to celebrate the holidays alone-well there are a couple of 2nd and 5th year students, none you are close with, stuck at Hogwarts too.- but you didn’t really mind cause there is something about Hogwarts during the holidays that makes it more magical.

Your friends are literally the sweetest bunch you’ve ever meat and wouldn’t have any other. Which lead to now, sitting in a circle for a game of Truth or Dare Exploding Jenga. It works like every other Jenga game, the goal it to pull out a piece without it falling and place said piece on the top. The twist is that there is either a truth or a dare written on the piece in which the player who took it must follow, if the player doesn’t accept to do said truth or dare within the 30 seconds, the tower of Jenga would explode and cover the player with brown mystery slime.

‘CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!’ You all chorused, while Lee Jordan drowns his 5th shot of firewhiskey.

‘And time.’ Alicia pauses the stopwatch. ‘Just under 20 seconds!’

‘A new record!’ chimed Fred.

Lee looked to his left. ‘Alright Angelina, you’re up next. See if you could beat that!’

Angelina raises a brow at him. ‘You do know that each turn has a different dare, right? Or are you too drunk to remember?’

‘NOPE not just drunnkkk’ He slurred.

‘Truth.’ Angelina reads ‘Who is the most attractive person among the group?’

She places the block carefully on the top. ‘EASY. ALICIA’ She states casually. Sitting back down and not breaking eye contact with the now very red Alicia across from her.

‘Now that would be hard to beat.’ Fred stands and takes a block from one of the lower levels, leaving a middle piece. The tower sways a little.

‘Oi, you piece of shit, I’m next!’ You scream. ‘Why’d you have to take that one!’

‘Player’s choice. y/n/n, player’s choice.’ Reading his block, he chuckled. ‘Oh, Georgie this is gonna be good.’

George now curious asks, ‘well then what is it?’

Fred puffed up his chest, ‘Dare: Sit on the lap of the player on your left for one round.’

Everyone laughed including you, though not George through, it seemed like he was fuming.

Then it clicked. Wait a minute. You’re next!

Not that you mind though, it is just a game, and Fred is one of your best friends. You just wished that it was another twin that was in his position.

‘Alright Freddie bring it in.’ Patting your thighs. ‘You’ll always have a seat with me’ you teased.

‘Opfff! Oi boy be gentle!’ Fred had just dropped his weight on you.

‘Sorry.’ He muffled into your neck.

Your embrace position with Fred proved to make it difficult to reach for the tower. ‘Heyya Freddie, do you mind?’

He looks up at you, then the tower and back. ‘No can do amiga, rules are rules. And the dare says I have to stay seated.’

‘Ugh you prick.’ Sticking your tongue out at him. Rules are rules, yet there were none stating that the use of wands is not allowed.

‘HEyyyy! No cheating’ shouted Angelina.

‘There are no rules against using wands!’

‘Dammit….She’s right.’

‘Thank you, George.’

You read the levitating block in front of you. ‘Dare: Snog the player across from you for at least 20 seconds.’

‘Now that’s what I call a dare’ exclaimed Alicia.

Placing the block on top with the help of your wand, who glanced down to see who was across from you. OH OH.

As if he had read your thoughts. Fred sang ‘Ohh lala’ He left your lap. ‘Georgie, Georgie, Georgie! You lucky man!’ he teased.

‘Oh now you decide you release me?’

You make your way to George with the chanting of ‘KISS! KISS! KISS!’ seem like background noised against your nerves. Sure, it’s just a game, but you were given the opportunity of a lifetime to kiss you crush that happens to also be your best friend who you no doubt thinks of you just as that- a friend.

You held your hand out to George and pulled him right up. ‘So…uh…you good?’

He lets out a nervous breath ‘yea..yea’

‘Don’t worry, I’m nervous too.’ You admitted. ‘Let’s just suck it up and French a little.’

‘Okay fine but don’t say “Let’s just suck it up and French a little.”’ You can see him fidget a little. ‘Let’s just do it, No big deal.’ He mutters- more to himself.

‘Yea no big deal.’ You echoed though boy did you wish it would mean something. You tried to keep a serious face on and manage the blush that has no doubt covered all over your face. All that resolve though came crashing down when you saw what he was doing. ‘Why are you licking your lips?’

‘Should I not? Do you want dry lips?’

‘NO!’

‘Then I’m just licking them to make them better.’ He reasoned.

‘okay fine’

‘fine’

‘just kiss me, we’re running out of time!’

You could faintly here your friends counting down from 10….9….8..

‘yea, but first-‘

‘GOSH WEASLEY! YOU’VE KISSED OTHER GIRLS BEFORE! JUST KISS ME ALREADY!’

‘NO, NOT LIKE THIS!’ He bursts. ‘Not like this.’

‘What?’ Mouth opened; you were caught off guard. ‘What does that mean?’

‘Ahhh no , nothing , I… I…’

BOOM.

The Jenga tower explodes, magically covering only you with slime- as if was you who failed to complete your dare.

The explosion seems to bring George back into his body. ‘I’m sorry y/n…I…I gotta go’ And with that he ran out the common room.

It felt like a slap in the face. Did he not want to kiss you? Yea it was a game….but… What did he mean by ‘No, not like this’.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the retching of Lee on the carpet.

‘Oh Disgusting’ Fred helps him up from the floor. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up buddy.’

He looks up at you. ‘Hey I’m sorry the party had to end this way, And I’m even more sorry for my idiot brother.’

‘Nah, it’s fine Fred. Thank you though.’ You place a hand on his arm. ‘Hope you have a great Christmas.’

Fred’s eyes go wide and facepalms himself. ‘Crap I almost forgot, and such horrible timing too. But I owled mom earlier today and she says that you are welcomed to stay over at the Burrow for the holidays.’

‘Really?!?’

‘Yea, We didn’t want you to spend the holidays alone-‘

‘We?’

‘Uh George and I’ He gives you a weak smile. ‘So, are you in?’

‘Heck yea!’ You hugged him tightly. ‘Thank you.’

When you part, he holds onto your arms a second longer. ‘Just don’t mind my idiotic brother okay? He genuinely cares for you, talk to him okay? It’s not like him to chicken out.’

You nod.

Next to you Alicia appears with wash cloths.

‘Come on y/n let’s get you upstairs and cleaned up.’

‘So…Angelina huh?’ you tease.

‘oh shut up!’

~

‘Damn it!’ You cursed. It was 2 am and everyone is asleep. You had finally finished your last-minute packing when you realized that your wand is missing. So here you were, tearing the common room apart.

You rummaged under the couch ‘It has got to be somewhere here. Where are you, you damn magic stick?’ You remembered last using your wand near the couch. But it must have rolled away due to all the chaos.

‘Looking for this?’

‘AHH!’ Startled by the voice, you banged your head on one of the arms.

You look up and see the one and only George Weasley.

‘Yea, thanks.’ Grabbing your wand from him.

The awkward tension between you too is palpable.

You turn to head back up to bed. But George’s hand on your arm stops you.

‘y/n… I’m sorry about earlier.’

‘It’s alright..’ You had considered to ask about what he meant by ‘No, not like this’ his words still had you guessing, you had to know. ‘Um George…’

‘yea?’

‘Fred told me about you guys asking Molly if I could come with and spend the holidays with you. Thanks for that’.

You chickened out, you chickened out! You couldn’t believe it, but your rational self pointed out you can’t risk it being more awkward with George especially when you’ll be spending the next several weeks with him and his family. IN HIS HOUSE. WITH 24 HOUR CONTACT.

George merely nodded. His eyes were moving around a lot. Signs that you knew he was thinking about something- that or he was genuinely tired and is kindly trying to stay awake for you- it is currently 2am.

Concluding that it was due to exhaustion, you bid him good night.

You were midway up the steps when you once again stopped by a hand.

‘Wha—’ Though this time you weren’t greeted by his word but rather of his soft lips.

George Weasley is kissing you! George Weasley is kissing you!

After the initial shock, you reacted and kissed him back with equal passion. The moment didn’t break, even when you felt your back hit the wall. All you could concentrate on was George’s lips on yours and his hands on your waist while yours are tangled in his red hair.

Pulling apart to catch your breath, foreheads touching and his eyes that seem to see into your soul. What he said next, put a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach that won’t be leaving soon.

‘I meant something like that. I didn’t wanna kiss you because of a game. I want to kiss you because you mean something to me’

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Part 2?? Anyone? When they spend Christmas in the burrow? Lol just a thought.

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10 things i can’t live without — self para

summary: minjung does a video, explaining her ten things she can’t live without. in retrospect, many of them are sponsored items, but she’s shameless. warnings: none wc: 948

there are ten things she can’t live without.

most of them range upon things not tangible, nor seen to the naked eye. it’s feelings that surmise the status quo of life, keeping her afloat on the day by day — sadness, anger, happiness. three superficialities, but without them — she’d only be relegated to an amorphous blob, feeling nothing. doing nothing, sensing nothing.

yet, when the camera stands fixed in front of her and she holds her head high as her fingers go to press record — she stands in a matter of superficiality with the pile of things on the side, a running dog in the background and her lips stretched thin to that stereotypical ‘idol’ smile the world expects. 

“hi, this is minjung from fuse. and you’re here to watch ten things i can’t live without.” it takes all but the flip of her hair before she reels back to the position she’s forced in — back perfectly one-eighty degrees straight, and hands placed in her lap, centered. her eyes flit from the pile and then back to the camera — one heavy sigh (the producers are bound to cut that aspect out when all they ever worry about is a picture perfect packaged finish), and she settles down to her comfort lines.

“the first item i can’t live without — you can’t consider it an item, but it’s my best friend in the whole entire world. a human if you ask me, with real feelings and ones that go really haywire depending on the time of the day. she’s pickle the pug, loved by many and getting all the praise in the world.” her tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth, her palms patting away the empty space next to her, a signal to motion her dog forth. 

pickle rests on her nap, nuzzles her nose into the nape of minjung’s elbow — it’s a scene for rest, a nap-time for the dog without boundaries, and minjung plays along holding the dog still. “now with pickle in my arms, we can begin. the next thing i’d say i couldn’t live without is my dior saddlebag — it’s a statement piece for any fashionista of the world. an iconic design with many different textures and colors, there’s a style for everyone. i’d suggest anyone wanting to splurge on a handbag to pick dior, they’re the best.” one ostentatious wink — it’s a given for the near-ppl setting of it all. “because in it, you can fit a lot of the other things i can’t live without. miss dior perfume in case you’ve forgotten to shower — spray it on your hair and the world would never know your hair’s been unwashed for two days. and if you really want to make a statement like i do, you pack in a red lip from dior beauty’s addict collection. with a red lip and nice smelling hair, nobody would know you just rolled out from home.” 

she feigns a laugh, one that brims so shallow from her chest. when the weight of acting fake rests against her shoulders — seo minjung chooses to ignore.

“now, that’s four. there are a few things i can’t really show you because they’re so big, but one of them would be a nice old trusty kimchi refrigerator — many people don’t know, but i still make my kimchi with my grandmother when it’s kimchi picking season. you need to store it because who lives without eating kimchi? it’s a lot more practical than you would think, and highly recommended. half-way there, and we have five more to go. we have my phone because i rarely know the time of day, nor do i know what day of the week it is — you always have my manager calling me. so, i couldn’t live without it.” 

one jostle of pickle’s body, and she moves and snores into the silence of minjung’s pause. it’s enough to pull out a chuckle, eyes warm when she stares at her pride and joy, topping it all off with a peck of the dog’s fur. “now as for the last four — i’m going to group it together. it’d be my sketchpad, my journal, a set of graphite pencils and a ball-point pen. the sketchpad is good on the go, killing boredom when i need. the pencils might be my favorite medium at the moment, happy to blend blend blend when i want to blend in with the crowd. it’s easiest to transport rather than taking a set of oil paints or pastels along with me. plus, between you and me — sketching is just underrated.” one more wink in tandem with the click of her tongue against the roof, she holds herself with the last piece of the video.

“as for the journal and ball point pen, it’s nice to jot down thoughts you feel at the moment or memories you don’t want to remember. even if it might be burdensome at the moment, you’ll find yourself being thankful when you re-read your memories from past years — it’s a hobby of mine, and how a lot of songs have come out from my mind. words do a lot — it heals, and creates. so, i like making use of it.”

like on cue, pickle wakes up, and minjung sets the dog down on the floor far from her lap. later goes the close-ups of the items, but for now, she just stares straight into the camera — “and right there was seo minjung’s ten things i can’t live without. hope you learned something new.”

one, two, three. and cut goes the end of the video.

[404fmdtaejin]

famedbaseonline1.6  — playlist & self para

summary: taejin plays with his bichon dubu for his hour long playlist while doing dances reminiscent of his past warnings: none wc: 452

playlist (1 hour and 5 minutes)

1. fiction — beast / 비스트  2. 주문 — 동방신기 / mirotic — dbsk 3. 12:30 — beast / 비스트  4. 10점 만점에 10점 — 2PM / 10 out of 10 5. 미스터 — 카라 / mr. — kara 6. oh yeah — gd&top ft. park bom 7. gee — 소녀시대 / girls’ generation 8. devil — 슈퍼주니어 / super junior 9. 다시만난세계 — 소녀시대 / girls’ generation 10. lonely — 2ne1 11. 내꺼하자 — 인피니트 / be mine — infinite 12. mr. chu — 에이핑크 / apink 13. 롤��� — 브레이브걸스 / rollin — brave girls 14. 내 머리가 나빠서 — SS501 / because i’m stupid 15. new face — 싸이 / psy 16. 별빛달빛 — 시크릿 / starlight moonlight — secret 17. 외톨이야 — 씨엔블루 / loner — cnblue 18. 잔소리 — 아이유 / nitpicking — iu

the cameras are on,  and it’s hard to ignore the blinking lights that catch the corner of his eye.

but kim taejin’s a professional, and by now — on camera or off, it’s all the same front he places when he has dubu sitting on his lap and his body leaned back against the sofa. a playlist curation, and his tastes in music never dive further than the same hundred songs on his phone. no time to waste or pass when there’s no more filming times, and his schedules have been filled with no breather with rehearsals.

thirteen years coming up on decipher, and he figures the best place to send an ode to his generation of limelight in the industry comes with songs that highlight the music played like a broken record in the early 2010’s. 

now, it’s been filled with wish, charm, knight, origin — so many groups, yet he still has flashbacks of nostalgia of when the souls around him were just of the same feather, same year. it’s the melody he hasn’t heard in years, yet his body knows right where to pick up.

10 out of 10, and he places dubu off to the side while his palms flash up into the air, bumping up and down with his frame moving along, sliding across the freshly cleaned floors. and when he looks down, it’s the direct eye contact with the glass-bead eyes of his own pride and joy, his dog that leaves him to quirk his head and crease his eyes as his grin beams louder.

he pauses for a brief second, but his body has no time to spare.

least not when the music still booms, and the next track becomes the iconic overalls. arms crossed across his chest, pulled firm — he remembers the feeling of being inside the dorm rooms of decipher, still a fresh-faced rookie when the screen on the tv flashes the overalls and the dance. remembers his members gathering along with their own renditions of swaying back and forth, hips becoming an ostentatious point to the choreography.

it makes him laugh again, and he laughs some more till the chorus peaks, and he’s left to dance right along as if he were twenty-one again. 

in this moment, he’s transcended back into the early years. no longer the sunbae people only look to as a guiding hand or a stereotypical talk of ‘i admire decipher’. instead, he’s just like the rest of the rookies, still bare-faced, smile still shining the recollections of his youth as he moves around, eyes closed with how tightly his smile wraps across his face dancing along.

(somehow, his mind loses any trace of the cameras.)

[debajitb]

Memorable Moments of 1983 WC

1983 WC Cricket Series: Prudential World Cup

The 1983 Cricket World Cup (officially the Prudential Cup '83) was the 3rd edition of the Cricket World Cup tournament. It was held from 9 to 25 June 1983 in England and Wales and was won by India.

In WC Final match on 25-June-1983, India defeated two-time defending champions West Indies by 43 runs at the iconic Lord's, London.

Toss won by West Indies and elected to field first.

Both teams - India and West Indies not able to bat their full quota of 60 overs.

India scored 183/10 in 54.4 overs. West Indies made 140/10 in 52 overs.

Man of the Match: Mohinder Amarnath 26(80) and 3/12(7)

Highest Run Scorer: Kris Srikkanth 38(57 balls - 7x4, 1x6)

Highest Wicket Takers: Mohinder Amarnath 3/12(7) Madan Lal 3/31(12) Andy Roberts 3/32(10)

Top Scorers: IND - Kris Srikkanth 38(57); Sandeep Patil 27(29) WI   - Viv Richards 33(28); Jeff Dujon 25(73)

Top Wicket Takers: WI-  Andy Roberts 3/32(10)        Malcolm Marshall 2/24(11) IND- Mohinder Amarnath 3/12(7)         Madan Lal 3/31(12)

Best Strike Rate: Kapil Dev 15(8)  187.50 Viv Richards 33(28) 117.85

Best Economy Rates: Mohinder Amarnath 3/12(7)  1.71 Kapil Dev 1/21(11) 1.90 Joel Garner 1/24(12) 2.00

Most Sixes: 1 Kris Srikkanth 1 Sandeep Patil 1 Madan Lal 1 Jeff Dujon 1

Most Fours: 7 Kris Srikkanth 7 Viv Richards 7

Most Balls faced: Mohinder Amarnath 80 Jeff Dujon 73

Most Time Spent in the wicket: Mohinder Amarnath 108

Most Maiden Overs taken: 4 Kapil Dev 4(11 overs) Joel Garner 4(12 overs)

Best Partnership: Both coming as 2nd wkt partnership IND- Kris Srikkanth & Mohinder Amarnath:57 runs WI - Desmond Haynes & Viv Richards: 45 runs

Most Catches: 2 Kapil Dev Sunil Gavaskar Joel Garner

Series specific:

Group A : England, New Zealand, Pakistan, Sri Lanka Group B : Australia, West Indies, India, Zimbabwe

Total 27 Matches

Road to WC Final INDIA : #1 Won vs. West Indies by 34 runs :262/8 - 228/10 #2 Won vs. Zimbabwe by 5 wickets :155/10 - 157/5 #3 Lost vs. Australia by 162 runs :320/9 - 158/10 #4 Lost vs. West Indies by 66 runs :282/9 - 216/10 #5 Won vs. Zimbabwe by 31 runs :266/8 - 235/10 #6 Won vs. Australia by 118 runs :247/10 - 129/10

WEST INDIES : #1 Lost vs. India by 34 runs :262/8 - 228/10 #2 Won vs. Australia by 101 runs :252/9 - 151/9 #3 Won vs. Zimbabwe by 8 wickets :217/7 - 218/2 #4 Won vs. India by 66 runs :282/9 - 216/10 #5 Won vs. Australia by 7 wickets :273/6 - 276/3 #6 Won vs. Zimbabwe by 10 wickets :171/10 - 172/0

Semi Final 1st : India Won vs. England by 6 wickets :213/10 - 217/4 2nd : West Indies Won vs. Pakistan by 8 wickets :184/8 - 188/2

Final INDIA Won vs. West Indies by 43 runs :183/10 - 140/10  Player of the series: N/A.

Most runs scored by : David Gower 384 runs - England. IND                              Kapil Dev 303 runs

Most wickets taken by : Roger Binny 18 wkts - India.

[maknaesdancersrappers]

Attempt #10: Surprise them with gifts

<< the ninth attempt

wc: 1.9k

warning/s: female masturbation

When you found out that your mom extended her stay abroad because your dad was docked there for a few days, you were a little grateful because Jaehyun’s dad was out for work, too, and his mom was visiting family in the province. Jaehyun was out working at his part time jobs so you were essentially alone. After making sure no one was next door, you go into your bedroom and pull out the box Yebin gave you last year. 

It’s been months since you last used this; you didn’t have much privacy since you don’t really keep to yourself and it always raises suspicion when your door is locked. You dust the box off and opened it, revealing the contents inside: the 6-inch silver bullet vibrator and a smaller box that’s still wrapped.

“Cheers to self-love.” scrawled over the wrapping in Yebin’s handwriting. 

You pick it up and tear right down her little message, throwing the paper aside and inspecting Yebin’s recent gift. It was a love egg that had 10 speeds and patterns, and was controlled by an app you had to install on your phone. 

This is the only time you can try it out. You’ve only done this twice. It helped you get through the hormonal stage of your PMS.

You take it out of its’ box and went to the bathroom to clean it. Once it was clean, you put it down on a towel to dry while you stripped your panties off. Honestly, you liked going commando at home. You would wear a sundress or a large, loose shirt (sometimes you’d wear shorts under them) and forego any undergarments. You picked up the small bottle of lube you bought online, along with journaling items to hopefully hide it in case someone sees the receipt, grabbed the vibrator after patting it down, and returned to your bed.

After installing the app on your phone, you sat in the middle, with your back resting against the headboard, and pulled the skirt of your dress up to your waist. Parting your legs, you sigh when the air touches your pussy and you involuntarily clench at nothing.

When you masturbated before, you just focused on feeling good. There was no imagining of a man handling you, just you making yourself feel good. However when you tentatively touched your clit with the tips of your fingers, your mind flies to how Jaehyun’s hands felt; how the pad of his fingers are calloused but his palms were soft. 

You mewled at the thought, although you knew it was wrong to think of Jaehyun — your best friend — like that. You’re starting to get wet, your slick covering your fingertips as you card them through your labia. At this point, you don’t think you’ll need the lube. You want to stop thinking about Jaehyun, but every time you chant it in your head, your mind disobeys and you remember all the times he’s been shirtless around you. 

“Oh god.” You cried out, plunging two fingers inside of you. You push down the shirred bodice of your dress down and cupped your breast, giving it a hard squeeze.

“Fuck it.” You whined, letting your inhibitions go and your imagination run wild. It’s not like Jaehyun would know you were thinking about him; specifically his fingers, plunging in and out of you, making that squelching sound, or how it would feel to touch his abs. You moaned, your hands practically moving on their own and speeding up.

You hated how your brain just suddenly reminded you about that light dusting of hair he had that trailed down beneath his cute little outie belly button, making the room seem too hot despite the air conditioning blasting above you. 

Honestly speaking, you and Yebin have had this conversation with Jungwoo. Yebin was brash and Jungwoo was blithe; you don’t know how the conversation turned south — literally — and Jungwoo had described each of the guy’s dicks very vividly from what he could remember when they had to shower in the locker rooms after gym.

It should have been concerning to you as to why Jungwoo was looking in the first place — more so, stared long enough to remember each one so clearly. Now your brain is letting those memories resurface, letting you visualize your best friend’s cock. You bite down on your lip, just thinking about how much he could stretch you more than your fingers or vibrator can.

You pull your fingers out of you and grab the love egg, turning it on and syncing it to the app on your phone. You take the vibrator that’s not bigger than your palm and pushed it through your entrance, jaw dropping at how easily it slipped in, until it was completely swallowed up by your pussy and left the little thin strap dangling out. You wait a few seconds to adjust to it before grabbing your phone and starting up the app. You press the power button and it starts out with light buzz, almost tickling your walls. There’s a plethora of options of patterns, intensity, and combinations, but your eyes zoomed in on the icon that read ‘Randomized.’

When you pressed it, it asked how long and gave 5 options, ranging from 5 minutes to an option that read manual. You opted for that, dropping the phone on the mattress when the vibrations grew a tad stronger. “Oh my god.”

You push yourself down the bed so you could lie down properly, latching your hands around your breasts and tweaking your nipples. Your mind is clouded with lust, the little speck of reserve you had left about jacking off to Jaehyun was out the window. You’re a moaning mess, trying to contain the lewd noises by biting back down on your lip. Planting down your feet against the sheets, you push your hips up as if you’re trying to meet someone’s thrusts. 

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” You can feel yourself about to cum, releasing one of your boobs to rub your clit.

“[Y/N]? Are you home?”

You’ve never moved so fast in your life; eyes snapping wide open and hands prying themselves off your body. You push your dress back up your chest while trying to grab your phone to turn the vibrator off but you can hear his footsteps coming closer and you accidentally pushed it off the bed instead while fixing your sleeves. Fortunately, the vibrations went down to soft buzz; and you toss the lube under the bed before running to the ajar door.

“Jaehyun!” You exclaimed, squeezing your body between the door and its frame. 

“[Y/N]? I thought you were out with Yebin. Are you okay?”

The love bullet starts to pulsates and you force out a grin, “Y-yeah, I was taking a nap and I, uh, had a nightmare.”

He nods slowly, looking like he understood as to why you were so flustered and sweating.

“What are you doing in my house?” You cleared your throat, trying to maintain your composure.

“Oh. I was planning to surprise you. I used the emergency keys your mom gave me.”

Your mom what— “Well, I’m very... surprised.”

Jaehyun grins, “No, wait. Come with me.”

He grabs your hand and all you can think about is how he’s holding the hand that had two of your fingers that were deep inside of you just moments ago while you jacked off to the thought of him. You wanted to tell him to wait for a second so you could go back into your room and turn the damn thing off, but the words leave you when he takes you to the living room.

There’s a vase of flowers you were very sure wasn’t there before and a small box of cupcakes from your favorite bakery. “You liked the gardenias so I got you some and I passed by the bakery after work and thought I’d get some as well.”

You inhaled sharply, the love egg suddenly spiking into a very harsh vibration. “Ohh, Jae.” That sounded so close to being inappropriate, “You didn’t have to—”

Your body flinches at the pattern change, making your grip around his hand tighten.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You vehemently nodded your head, “Uh huh, I just— the nightmare was pretty intense.” like the throbbing of your very core as your climax approaches.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.” Jaehyun pulls you into a hug and you don’t know whether it’s a good thing because your knees almost gave in so you used him as support. You hated, however, that you inhaled his scent; and it wasn’t the scent he smelled like when he got out of the shower, or his deodorant working when he’s sweating. It was that distinct scent he naturally had and it’s invading your nostrils and fueling your hormones. When his hands soothed your back and he kisses the top of your head, like he always does when he comforts you, that was when you lost it; gripping onto the back of his shirt for dear life as your orgasm hits.

You still do your best to keep your composure, keeping your breath steady unlike your heart beat that was running wild. The love egg is still buzzing and you need to take it out now; you already came in Jaehyun’s arms without him knowing and you can’t guarantee he’ll still be in the dark about it if another hits you. Pulling away, you sighed as nonchalantly as you can, hoping he doesn’t look down to see the evidence of your climax dripping down your legs.

“Thanks.”

Jaehyun pats your head, “You’re a little warm and red, [Y/N]. Maybe you’re coming down with something.”

“Uhm, yeah, maybe I am. I should… get some more rest.”

“Do you want me to tuck you?”

Your mind is so clouded and still high from climax that you swore you heard him say ‘fuck’, but you gasp from the love egg picking up pace again and swat Jaehyun’s arm, “I’m not ten! I’ll be fine. I-I would have loved to share the cupcakes with you a-and thank you for the flowers.”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Don’t mention it. I just—”

His phone beeps and when he checks it out, he lets out a groan. “Jay’s made a mess in the living room again.”

“Should I be regretting giving him to you?” You shift your weight between your legs, which helped with your shaky stance, but not the impending second wave of your climax. 

“No! Don’t ever. I love him.” Jaehyun laughs, “I’ll go now, see you later. Oh, and I think there’s a bee in here somewhere. I swear I can hear it.”

“I’ll take care of it, ha ha ha... ha.” You stood in place, waving your hand at him as he leaves your apartment. As soon as he closes the door behind him, you drop to your knees and pulled the love egg out. “Oh, god.”

It continues to vibrate on the floor, minutely spinning as it does. Guilt, shame, and relief washes over you all at the same time when you reprocessed what had just happened. You fucking masturbated to your best friend and he held you, without knowing what was going on, when you came undone from his touch and scent. You feel gross, grabbing the egg and standing back up to head back into your room to turn it off. You discard it on the bed and grab the other vibrator, shamelessly deciding to finish off the second orgasm in the shower.

a/n: the surprise gift here was actually the orgasm :--) loljk 

the eleventh attempt >>

[tutyayilmazz]

My top 15 favorite routines/moments of 2019

Wanted to post this exactly a year after the 2018 edition which you can check out here: 

https://tutyayilmazz.tumblr.com/post/181655220978/my-top-10-favorite-routinesmoments-of-2018

1. İbrahim becomes rings champion

if i start talking about it i won’t shut up so i’ll just leave you with his and the team’s reactions 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

2. Listy wins first ever Junior Worlds AA, and Russia takes the team title

😍😍😍 does anyone think this wasn’t the floor routine of the year? no one? that’s what i thought (wish there was proper coverage of AA though :)))

3. TXJ wins China’s second ever silver AA medal

what a story behind this medal 🤩🤩 the drama of it all, we will pass this story along to our grandchildren

4. Italy wins team bronze

another thrilling story!! so beyond proud of this team, could watch them celebrate forever so i’ll leave you with the routine that sealed the deal:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hAyLZvxwlA

5. Gelya wins individual Worlds medals and Euro Games AA

her afan-choreographed floor has been a joy to watch this year, finally living up to her potential 💛

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6WpoRHhdsY

6. Flavia Worlds QF beam

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2c2p0Yc-M4

there are very few beam routines so deserving of a world medal, you can’t change my mind!!!! and i say this as a chn beam stan, which brings me to...

7. Ou Yushan Junior National Games EF beam

everyone’s beloved 2020 dream team lock, everyone keep their fingers crossed

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVBTsMsaiPE

8. Simone debutes the Biles II

simone being simone, doing the never-before-done effortlessly, i’ll miss her so much :’)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2fdp8SVOSF4

9. Ilya wins the Euros bars title

how can i say she finally hit 2 routines in a row in the politest way possible?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkfJlDzBsFg

10. Aliya winning Birmingham WC

saved the most iconic for number 10, aliya winning AA titles in the year of 20 fucking 19, queen of keeping us on our toes as always

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YL9S79MptE0

11. MDJDS wins Euros AA gold

she might not have had the worlds we hoped for but a European AA is quite the achievement!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qH1NGZrryY

12. Margzetta’s floor

actually you know whose’s is the floor routine of the year? margzetta mf’ing frazier, the most stylish, eye-catching, charismatic gymnast to ever exist, goodbye

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKYWavQdG1s

13. Bachynska winning the Euro Games floor title

another contender for the best of the year with her always stunning routine, if she can’t be in tokyo it’s cancelled

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxvQOgjozsI

14. Brazil winning DTB Pokal team challenge

*CRYING IN PORTUGUESE* sorrow is all i know, rebeca’s acl taught me to never trust anyone or anything

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRCm8_s42Fk

15.  Tatiana Olegovna Nabieva Universiade TF BB

can i interest you in some beam scratch slow mo replays?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxQaqLYMnQM

Here’s to 2020, my first gymfan olympic year, may nadia bless it all