#ur from Birmingham

[ghostlightsahead]

Horrific match, pep I love you like a father HOWEVER you are giving me greys when I'm not even 24

Anyway fuck Real VARdrid

Dirty cheaters with arrogant snobs for players - barring luka ofc

[lovphobic]

hey, OP from the ALTRAC post! we marched in both birmingham and montgomery a few days before HB401+5 were stalled out! the clip is from the uptown bham march!

oh shit birmingham was my next guess actually :D!! i love that u guys are out there doing this ♡ i really wish i could join u fr

[shitsndgiggs]

heyyy Kaya!

im so sorry again haha i feel so greedy. May I have a fic where reader x jobe bellingham. Reader is also from Birmingham and has been Jobe’s childhood best friend. And finally when he goes to Sunderland Jobe begs her to stay with him and they both open up on their feelings for each other tyy

JUST WANTED TO SAY UR MY FAV WRITER EVER. IM SO HAPPY YOU WRITE. MASHALLAH. THANK YOUUU FOR TAKING IN ALL MY ANNOYING REQS HAHA

COME WITH ME - JOBE BELLINGHAM

Jobe asking you to move with him

Jobe Bellingham x fem! reader

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The news hit me like a punch to the gut—Jobe was leaving Birmingham. He was off to Sunderland for a new chapter in his football career, and even though I knew this was a big opportunity for him, it made me nervous.

The thought of him leaving, of being so far away, made my stomach twist.

We’d been best friends since childhood, growing up side by side on the streets of Birmingham. He was always there, and now, everything was about to change.

I sat on the edge of the park bench where we’d hung out countless times, my mind racing.

Jobe was pacing in front of me, hands running through his hair, eyes flicking to me every few seconds like he was trying to gauge my reaction. “You’re not saying anything,” he mumbled, his voice edged with worry.

“Please, say something.”

I finally looked up at him, my heart heavy. “You’re really going to Sunderland, huh?”

He stopped pacing, his expression softening. “Yeah... it’s a big move, but it’s the right one for my career.”

I nodded, forcing a smile. “I know. You’re gonna be great there, Jobe. I just...” I trailed off, unsure of how to express the pit in my stomach. “I just don’t want you to forget about me.”

He blinked, stunned. “Forget about you? Are you mad?” He dropped onto the bench beside me, his knee brushing against mine. “There’s no way I could forget you. You’re my best friend. You’ve always been there, ever since we were kids.”

“But it’ll be different,” I muttered, staring down at the grass. “You’ll be up there in Sunderland, making new friends, living a new life. And I’ll just be... here.”

He was silent for a moment before letting out a deep breath, turning his body to face me fully. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.”

I frowned, glancing up at him. “What do you mean?”

Jobe rubbed the back of his neck, clearly nervous. “I don’t want to go without you,” he blurted, his words rushing out. “I don’t want to leave you behind.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“I’m serious. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. I don’t want to do this without you,” he said, his eyes pleading. “I need you with me.”

I stared at him, my mind racing. “Jobe, you can’t just take me with you. It’s your dream—”

“And you’ve always been part of that dream!” he interrupted, leaning closer, his voice earnest. “You’re my lucky charm, Y/N. You’ve been there for every big moment in my life, and I don’t want to do this without you.”

My heart pounded in my chest as he continued, his words coming fast and a little frantic. “I need you there. You’re not just my best friend—you’re everything to me. I didn’t want to say anything before, but... I have feelings for you. I always have. And I can’t imagine going to Sunderland and leaving you behind. I can’t...”

His words started to jumble together as he rambled, trying to convince me. “We could make it work. We could get a place together, and I promise it wouldn’t be weird. Or, well, it might be at first, but we’d figure it out. And I’ll be there for you, I swear. We could—”

I couldn’t take it anymore. Before he could finish his sentence, I reached up, grabbed his face between my hands, and pressed my lips to his.

The world seemed to freeze. His breath caught, and for a second, he didn’t move. Then, as if everything finally clicked into place, he kissed me back.

His hands slid up to my waist, pulling me closer as the tension and nervous energy between us melted away.

When we finally pulled apart, he stared at me, his eyes wide, his breathing uneven. “Does this mean... you’ll come with me?”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “You really do talk too much, you know that?”

He grinned, his hands still resting on my hips. “Yeah, but... you love it.”

I smiled, my heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. “Yes, Jobe. I’ll come with you.”

His grin widened, and he let out a breath of pure relief. “Good, because I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I leaned my forehead against his, our noses brushing. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jobe let out a soft chuckle, pulling me closer. “Thank God.”

[bahrtofane]

here we go again - pt.2

pt.1, pt.3

jude x fem!reader , trent x fem!reader

empty promise after another leaves you walking in the cold. alone. on valentines day. youre never speaking to another player again. but, a familair face is here to save the day

word count - 2.2k+

watch it - jude is still an ass sorrehhh. angsy angst and more angst ! ur welcome

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You don't know where the hell you are, what time it is. A few more minutes you're going to forget your own name and start screaming to feel something other than misery. So  much for the holiday of love. You are feeling so much love you could jump out of a plane. With no parachute. And land on a pile of rocks. 

You kick a trash can out of frustration and groan at the impact it gives your poor exposed and suffering toes. 

You can not believe the events of today. Everything keeps replaying over and over like a broken projector. The fact that he got you to dress up in your favorite special occasion floor length dress just to have it drag across the grimy dirty fucking disgusting club floor. Oh god you want him dead. 

You're deep into Birmingham nightlife by the time your senses come back to you enough to fish your phone out of your bag. The bag is a birthday gift from your mother of all people forced to be seen among that bunch of people,it makes you seeth. 

You should have known taking you to Birmingham wasn't a good idea. It made no sense in your head, why fly from Madrid to god damn Birmingham. You both live and work in Madrid? Your sweet naive mind thought he came up with something unique, something sweet. 

You groan the second your phone turns on. One too many notifications to keep up with and by the looks of it they aren't stopping anytime soon. Twitter is blowing up, you already know what it is. A bunch of low quality pixels of you entering with him and looking lost with a bunch of tacky headlines. You'll get that settled when you get home. You go to order an uber, but your phone manages to die on you miraculously. How lucky. All the times you spent trying to get a hold of Jude really drained the battery. You clench your jaw. 

Good god. You shove your phone back in your purse and keep stomping through birmingham. Shivering with each step. You didn't bring a jacket, how foolish.

You try to follow streets you think you know, but it's not going very well. There aren't very many people this far out. Leave it to fucking Jude to take you to the worlds more obscure club location. It's been about an hour since you left him at the club you think. An hour of walking through alley ways and neighborhoods that only raise the hair on the back of your neck. He couldn't even get you a ride home?

You think the last person you saw was a nurse chucking coffee at a bus station, the bus that you tried to catch but it sped away faster than your aching legs could take you. Better night than yours you're sure. You wander about trying to find at least a store open to be able to call for a taxi. 

You hear the crunch of slowing tires come up behind you, and you instantly quicken up your pace. You almost swear you hear your name shouted, but you don't stop. The second time, it's a little too clear to be mistaken for anyone else's name as the car comes to a crawl side by side to you. 

You turn on your heel harshly, “why in god's name-“ your voice dies the moment you recognize the familiar car model, and its driver. Trent. Oh.

“Get in the car." he dead pans, windows rolled at the way down, door already unlocked for you.

You wrinkle your nose, “I don't want to talk trent." 

The very last thing you need is that sorry excuse of a man to send his friend of all people to run after you and do his bidding where he fell short just hours before. This is so embarrassing it only makes you wish his car would explode. And then drive it into the club. While it's on fire. 

“I'm not letting you roam around these parts at this time, just get in." he sighs. 

You scowl, "he’s low for sending you to change my mind, after this whole fucking night why cant you leave me alone."

He gives you a look, “this has nothing to do with him, this is me. Worried for you. “

“Fuck off." you spit. 

“You’re so hard headed, just get in the damn car before someone robs you. Or worse." 

"How'd you even know I was here?" you squint at him. 

he sighs, rubbing his eyes, "i still have your location from when i picked you up for his birthday. And I heard about everything from just about everyone. "

"You have nothing else to do on valentines day?" you jab. 

He stays silent, hands wringing the steering wheel. You notice he's in what looks like pjs, Liverpool jacket thrown on top. He drove all this way for you?

You swallow your pride for a moment, hiking up your dress while you duck inside the car. Sighing in relief as the pressure is taken off your aching legs. Snapping your seatbelt over you, swinging your purse over your head and gently setting it on your lap, wiping away the tears that blur your vision. 

Your rage has turned into a simmer for now. The main goal at the moment is to just get out of these clothes and sleep till you forget what year it is. 

Trent is quiet while he lets you get comfortable, rolling up his windows backup and locking the doors. You've never sat passenger in his car before. Hell you haven't seen him in months.

“Did he touch you." he asks, turning the heater on higher.

You put your hand out in front of where the hot air blows oh so nice on your frozen hands,“What?”

“You have a bruise on the back of your arm. Did he do that? “

“No.” you sigh. 

he turns to face you, brows furrowed,“i need to know if he did. “ 

“He didn’t trent, i'm alright.'' your voice softens.

he nods, hands resting on the wheel,“where do you need to go? “

“Just take me to my hotel please."

He nods, handing you his phones to put the directions in. You watch as he takes the car out of park, making a u turn and heading out of whatever bizarre neighborhood you're in, back into the city. And  soon the freeway. Birmingham flashes by you and you try to forget the man that sits like a heavy weight in your mind.

You still wonder why Trent would make the trip all the way out just to pick you up. especially if Jude wasn't involved. You're somewhat close you suppose. The kind where you would call him a friend in a group setting, but not much more. You've spent only a couple of times truly alone. You don't know if you're that close.

 Trent has always been somewhat of a mystery to you. Few appearances and even fewer words. Jude had told you once he was shy, just taking a minute to warm up to new people. He has a habit of staring off into nothing you noticed at Judes birthday party. Always quick to snap out of it the moment eyes were on him. Oh so different from the way he plays. You've seen him now and again in highlights and clips posted on instagram. He's good, but man is he aggressive. You expect it for a defender but the man gets up in everyones space on the pitch.

A complete 180 from the way he can barely look you in the eye now. What is he thinking?

You don't let your curiosity blind you from being at least a little courteous. 

“Thank you, " you mumble, playing with the fabric of your dress, "and sorry for being a bitch.“

“Hey I don’t blame you.” he shrugs. 

You hum and leave it at that. You'll put unraveling Trent on the to do list. 

Your hotel comes into view and you thank him again for the kindness, promising to make it up to him some day. He waves you off, seeing till you're inside to leave. 

Your mind is so blurred you can barely stand anymore, every step only throws you off balance. You need your bed. Asap. Or you will fall over and die.

The hotel's heating is a welcome treat as you beeline for the elevator. The staff give you a strange look but you do NOT. have the time for any of that. Right now all you care about is getting in bed. Can this elevator hurry up? It finally comes and you lean against the metal walls when you step inside, sliding your purse lazily over you.

You all but tear your clothes off the second you make it inside your room, in a rush, wiping your makeup off while you undo your shoes, hobbling around with one foot while you dig for your pajamas. You end the night with a trip to the bathroom. Skipping on your usual night routine and just settling for a quick shower and brush of the teeth. 

Hotel covers have never felt better, warmer, safer. 

In the quiet of the room and the hum of the ac, you can't but let your thoughts consume you. Can't help but circle back to him. Why?

Why weren't you enough? Why did it have to end in fucking flames on whats supposed to be the most romantic love filled day of the year. 

You think back of every moment and piece of you shared with Jude. You remember the first time you kissed you, under the stands at his first madrid home game, clutching onto his jersey like a lifeline. He looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered. Gently holding your hand all the way back inside the building. Mumbling confessions and making you smile with every cheesy pick up line.

That jude is gone now, instead replaced by the man who you have to fight for even a second with. But are expected to drop all for. A selfish bitter man. 

It doesn't matter anymore. It's over, you can rest now and deal with the inevitable fall out as it comes. You know you're more than enough, but with the way you let yourself be treated it's hard to let yourself believe that. 

Never again though. From now, you're swearing off footballers. 

—--

You wake up as early as you can manage, getting all your things together and booking a flight out of here as soon as possible. You need to get back to madrid.

Your headache is massive as you shove the last of your things in your suitcase. You can't believe you took days off for this. Nonetheless, you need to get back. You have a team to get back to and plenty of work to get done. Real Madrid's creative department never rests does it.

Your phone has a slew of missed calls, mainly from Jude but you see a few from Trent, rather recent ones. You give him a call back but it all goes to voicemail.

The key card jams while you're locking it for the last time, it takes a hit from your hand to get the scanner working but you make it out in one piece. Smoothing your clothes down and making your way to the lobby. Sitting down for a few minutes while you confirm your flight details and triple check that you haven't forgotten anything. You hear your name and are greeted again by Trent, who's all but spriting to you. It's a little early for him to be here now isn't it. 

“Can I help you ?” 

“I'm sorry I tried calling and I couldn't answer when you called. Judes outside waiting for you. he-“

So last night really was all just a ploy from Judes end? You try to get up and far far away from him, but he stands in front of you. 

“Listen.  He told me to come and get you out there so you can talk to him and to not tell you. But obviously, I'm not. i’ll tell him you're not here yeah? Take care.”

Trent doesn't leave you with anything else, leaving in the other direction. You take this as a sign to leave while you can, grabbing one of the many taxis outside to the airport. 

—--

Trent gives Jude a scowl, “She's not there Jude, give it up. “

“I can't just lose her. “ Jude sighs, furiously typing on his phone. 

Trent rolls his yees, patience wearing thin,“You’re fucked in the head you know that? After all you’ve done to her, you still want her to come running back?”

Silence. 

“I care about you Jude I really do. But you left her walking around at 3 am with a dead phone in the middle of alleyways dude. That's not okay. “

—--

The airport has never felt lonelier, but you swallow the lump in your throat, boarding your flight home and trying to forget the man that you've come to associate it with. Madrid will be a hard place to move on in, when its walls shine with its star boy. Its halls all but cheering his name. Every corner you're bound to be reminded of him. You can do it, one way or another you won't let yourself be miserable. 

[judeswhore]

https://x.com/i4trent/status/1723443566469374053?s=46

this with you and jude and it’s just a cosy date with the two of yous and your cuddled up into his side and he’s his arms round you keeping you warm and giving u his jacket as a blanket

being so happy to be able to watch a match with him bc usually he’s obviously on the pitch but he’s out for the game and a part of u likes that u can cuddle up together and watch it like other couples do. he’s got his arm around u or his hand on ur thigh and he keeps leaning in to talk into ur ear and each time he pulls away he leaves a little kiss on ur head or against ur temple. and he knows ur cold even tho ur all wrapped up so ofc he brought a blanket (like that pic of him and his mam from the birmingham match) and he’s thrown it over both of ur laps to add a little more warmth. holds u so close when u snuggle into him and he’s already talking abt going home and getting a hot shower or bath to warm up bc he knows u hate the cold. a video like that getting posted of the two of u just looking so cute and cosy together and people r saying that it’s so obvious how much jude loves u bc of the way he looks at u and they’re teasing abt how he can’t keep his hands to himself

[ragingbookdragon]

hello bubuuu, how are u? i hope that ur fine :) can I request something? could u write strangers to lovers with ghost x fem reader? ignore this if ur uncomfy :) xx

the only time i've ever been made uncomfortable by an ask was when an anon asked me if i would write a fic where the kink was breeding and i was...floored, and not in the good way

but here you go <3

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The first time he shows up in her bar it’s an hour to closing, there’s barely a handful of people in the bar at this point, most of her regulars already gone home for the night. He’s an odd one to peg already, dressed in all black, hood raised, and a black mask covering his forehead and lower face; only his eyes are exposed, but even then, they’re covered in what looks like soot. He sits on the very last stool furthest away from the doors and waits.

“What can I get you, babe?” she asks, propping an elbow on the bar.

“Bourbon, neat,” he replies, a rumble of a voice like thunder on the distant Birmingham skies.

She hums as she gets a glass. “Any specific kind?”

“Kentucky.”

“Ah, a good ole boy, aren’t you?” she teases and grabs a bottle of amber liquid; pours more than a generous amount for him, she’s not about to question his day, it already looks like a rough one. She places it in front of him about the time he’s pulling out a tenner. “On the house,” she smiles and his hand freezes before he puts it away.

“Thanks,” he mutters lowly, and she can tell he wants to be left alone while he drinks.

She throws the towel over her shoulder and givers him another smile. “Let me know if you need anything else, babe.”

When she comes back a few minutes later, he’s gone and she’s rather surprised that she hadn’t even noticed the man leave, as big as he was, she should’ve at least seen him, but not even Barry, her bouncer, saw him. She reaches for the glass and chuckles at the tenner tucked underneath it.

***

“You’re not from Birmingham, are you?” he asks, one evening, and she’s shocked to hear him even talk to her.

“Me?” she repeats, as if he’s speaking to anyone else. “No, I’m not from here.”

“The bar’s American.”

“It is. Based on World War Two and other American wars. A family friend who took me in as a kid was a Vietnam vet. I dedicated the bar to him and other Americans who fought in wars then and now.” She cleans a glass. “You military?”

“Army.”

“From the way you carry yourself, I say special forces. SAS, isn’t it?”

“Mhm.”

She takes a long look at him, the mask riding just above his upper lip. “You’re an odd sort of fellow, you know that, right?”

“I’ve been told.”

“So, what’s the deal with the mask? Is it a comfort thing? Security? Both?”

He looks back at her, slate gray eyes staring right through her; it makes shivers ripple up and down her spine. “You ask a lot of questions.”

“I am bartender,” she chirps and sets the glass down. “I like to know my regulars.”

“I’ve only been here twice.”

“And if you didn’t feel comfortable, you wouldn’t’ve come back, babe,” she says knowingly, looking at him. “Have a name?”

“Ghost.”

“Hmm…how fitting.” She sets another bourbon down and takes the empty glass he has. “Let me know if you need anything.”

***

It’s a regular occurrence over the next few months to see Ghost in her bar an hour before closing. She recognizes he likes the silence and peace that last call brings. She’s gotten into the habit of setting his drink up exactly a minute before he walks in. Which is always ten on the dot.

This time, when he sits, he pushes the glass forward and she’s confused. “Want a fresh one?”

“What do you like?” he asks, looking at her.

“Oddly enough, I’m not a good ole girl.”

He smiles at that, and she knows by the way his gray eyes crinkle.

“Why don’t I make you something I’d like and see how you like it?”

“Surprise me then, love.”

It only takes a few minutes of vigorous shaking and switching liquors and Ghost has a tall, yellow fruity drink in front of him, complete with whipped cream and pineapple on top.

“Voilà.”

He blinks. “What…is that?”

“Hawaiian Rum Punch. Spiced and dark rum, pineapple liquor, passionfruit and pineapple juice. Little bit of sun in the gloomy English weather.”

Ghost snorts as he picks it up and takes the straw in his fingers, sipping it. “Funny.”

She waits, a slow-spreading grin on her face as she watches for his reaction. “Well?”

“It’s good. A little too sweet for me,” he replies honestly, and puts it down. “You’re good though.”

She reaches over with the towel and nicks the corner of his mouth where the whipped cream got him. “I know I am.” As she walks off to attend to another customer, she calls, “Drink your bourbon, good ole boy!”

***

It’s the rare night that the bar is closed that she’s out on her own, visiting an older family friend at the base on the other side of the city. She’s only been once, but this time, he’d insisted on her coming. Plus, she had a bottle of old whiskey on hand, so she knew he wanted that too. He escorts her inside, answering her few questions she asks with more grunts than answers.

“How’ve the missions been going?”

“Good. Just finished a hefty one out in Syria.”

“Interesting. Have to tell me about it tonight.”

“I will. Soap will want to brag.”

“Soap?”

“New team member. Made the mission a success with his demolitions.”

She smiles as he wraps his arm around her outside the door. “It’s good to see you, Price. It’s been a while since you came to the bar.”

“I’ve been coming, you just haven’t seen me there.”

Her brows pull in confusion but he opens the door and there’s a group of men surrounding a card table; all of them look up, but one looks shocked.

“Ghost?” she asks and turns to Price. “Did you send Ghost to scope out my bar?”

“I had to keep an eye one you somehow,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know your Uncle Tommy would’ve wanted me to.” He nudges her. “Besides, Simon would’ve protected you if anything bad happened.”

“I can protect myself,” she retorts, sticking her nose in the air. “I only went through six months of rigorous training with you and Uncle Tommy.”

She walks over and around Ghost with the bottle, grabbing a glass from the table to set beside him; cracking the bottle, she pours him a round before leaning on his shoulders and asking, “So, Simon, is it?”

Simon takes the cigarette from between his lips, grinds it out before he looks up at her and replies, “I thought it was ‘babe’?”

“I call everyone babe.” She smiles at him. “If you want to be special, you’ve gotta take me out.”

“I can do that.”

[fairycosmos]

people from europe, generally, almost certainly don’t know or care what or where birmingham is lol

righttt that's what i thought too lol like it's such a random city to even think about if ur not from the uk

[alexander-arnold66]

https://www.tumblr.com/alexander-arnold66/764869507156246528/genuinely-dont-understand-how-a-person-can?source=share

hellooooo, just sharing my experiences with this supporting two clubs thing. idk why, just wanted to lol

my TEAM (as in i will always support them unless something utterly horrible happens involving them) is liverpool. my dad's been supporting them since he was a kid, so naturally when i got into football i became a lfc fan as well and im not looking back lmao.

BUT, im from and live in birmingham, so i also support (depends if u call it that tbh) aston villa. as in, i'll also watch their matches and if they do well, i see it as an absolute win. the first pl game i ever attend live was actually at villa park against fulham last season. WITH THAT BEING SAID, if i had to pick (like when they play against each other), id choose lfc at all costs; they're the team i started out with when got into football, and im loyal to them.

I also like watching other players from other teams, but i don't support any other teams at all really. maybe barca but i dont really follow la liga much...

but yh, i take ur point about supporting two teams being so close to one another. i like to think that my choice of supporting villa is a valid one considering they are technically my home team. i could support birmingham city i literally had my prom there but i didnt really know they existed until i got into football properly bc it never occurred to me that there are other leagues in england other than pl pls donthatemeee

damn i have way too much time on my hands to write that, but anyways-

that's a reason that I understand. if u have family from that city, then yeah, support them, you have connections. what I don't get is when ppl choose to support more than one. there's really no need. but if it's through family, then that's fair.

[earlycuntsets]

Sorry Just A quick question,

AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! MCR ROX!

Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I'm also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I'm in the seventh year (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

"Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Draco Malfoy!

"What's up Draco?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!

:]

the first chapter of the beloved my immortal

harry potter fanfiction of Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way?? author Tara Gilespie??

ty for this energy anon and let me assume you care about mcr and offer you this very ebony darkness guy.

Gerard Way? I can't believe he changed it to be like the fanfiction. so weird

here he is doing magic at hogwarts

01/21/2005 birmingham academy london uk - shari at blackvelvetmagazine.com

[sayruq]

Something i can’t stop thinking about from the tmz leaks is the ring camera thing because it just makes no sense? 1. A source said they’ve been separated for 6 months - okay, Sophie’s been in the UK since April. Fine. 2. Source says Joe’s been “trying to work on their marriage” - okay, it’s been 6 months, i don’t believe it one bit but okay. It’s plausible. 3. However, “his last straw was something Sophie said or did on the ring camera” this makes no sense? He filed like 2-3 days ago. But she hasn’t been in the States since the JoBros tour started. Concert was on the 14th of August, she was back in Birmingham on the 16th filming. So: either a) he’s watching ring camera footages from the house that she’s staying in the UK (“he could be watching the kids!” but he said they’ve been with him “for the past 3 months” {which i also don’t buy as they celebrated the kids’ birthday in the UK}) which is fucking CREEPY. stalking ur wife that ur in practice separated from? (“sources” said they were living separate lives for 6 months, even if they weren’t officially separated) or b) he’s watching back footage from the few days she spent in the states in August? To do what exactly? This whole thing is just CREEPY and he’s fucking gross.

So he's trying to justify filing for divorce by trying to present Sophie as a bad wife and mother but there's timeline issues which you've pointed out (and which we wouldn't know about if he didn't leak to the press every 2-4 hours), the fact that he's spying on his wife, and finally the vagueness. He saw her do or say something? Which is it? And why is it so bad? Like was she cheating, did she harm the children, did she make fun of him? The ring camera hit piece isn't mysterious, it's weird and gross.

When it comes to smear campaigns, you have to stick to one narrative and don't be this vague with the accusations otherwise people are going to think that you're the problem and not the person you're smearing

[chihirolovebot]

just realised i never posted my drv3/sleep awake british headcanons here . enjoy the britification of ur favourite characters . :D

phys - scouse or cornish

ouma - scottish ( aberdeen )

saihara - northern irish (belfast)

yonaga - welsh

iruma - birmingham/brummie

kiibo - west midlands

momota - east london

shinguuji - south london but hes actually from a village in grimsby

chabashira - scottish

yumeno - west country / farmer accent ( devon )

houshi - northern english ( lancashire )

gokuhara - nothern irish ( derry )

akamatsu - scottish ( edinburgh )

shirogane - welsh

amami - coastal irish

toujo - received pronunciation ( think the queen or princess diana )

[baba-yada]

This weekend I went to Megacon Birmingham as Wuvvy from A Court of Fey and Flowers!

I did a performance for the Masquerade! fuck yea

(also shoutout to the ylfa cosplayer i met, ur so cool ily)

@quiddie @dimension20official

[bibleofficial]

truckers are weird as fuck never ever fuck in his truck he will first tell u everything abt his truck then show u how it works & bitch abt truck politics & then give u a ‘pornstar blowjob’ which is nothing but teeth like ur doing great king i see what u meant … nothing but angles for the camera & then he won’t shut the fuck up & will literally try to converse abt smthg wack like ‘do u think i’ll get a text back from jake in birmingham where i don’t live’ & miserably slapping the shit out of ur pussy like a bamboozled cat whilst demanding u get off by whimpering ‘why won’t u cummm’

[loserboyfriendrjl]

LITTLE TOWN NEAR BIRMINGHAM MENTIONED 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💪💪💪💪💪🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

(i constantly get the piss taken out of me bc its ghetto to the gc)

😭😭😭 for me they’re from wombourne idk where ur from but 😔😔😔 yeah

[ham1lton]

no he’s not hot it’s just accent! and it’s all good! he’s a great doctor it was just weird at first 😭 i meant weird feelings like oh, based on track record i should be attracted to him but im not? crazy. he’s really nice tho

i’m american and i don’t care too much for our accent but i do like a spanish accent 🤭 british can be hot sometimes but sometimes, like when jude bellingham speaks, idk what is being said 😔

irish accents are hot as well!

jude is from birmingham and other english people can barely understand that accent so you’re not alone. i hate posh english accents. gives me the ick. idk why ppl love it sm. i LOVE carlos and charles’ accents. i love listening to them speak. i’m not even into them like that, i just think their accents are so nice. irish accents are my favvv.

that’s good that he’s nice!! and that you’ve also realised it not necessarily just the accent ur into as you’d be into him but ur not. so u probably actually somewhat liked the other ppl from before.

[judeswhore]

ive been off tumblr for about about 3 months so looking forward to a good catch up of jude thoughts🤭🤭

keep having this thought of him catching a flight somewhere early in his career and sitting next to you for a few hours. he’s peeking over and watching the movie you are, and you guys end up talking for the entire duration of the flight. at the end of it you both say goodbye etc thinking you guys would never see each other again but every few months you both would just bump into each other, after about 3 times of seeing each other you’d be all like ‘think you’re stalking me’

he’d finally pluck up the courage of asking you to a game or something and the both of you would just be head over heels for each from the beginning

oh i love this actually. you’ll always bump into each other in the randomest of places as well and you’ll say quick little hellos and ask how the other is doing and jude will give some comment abt his career and how well it’s going and you’ll tell him you’ve watched him play a couple times. and ur telling him abt ur job or uni and he’s saying something abt how smart u are and he really likes seeing u get all shy over that compliment. then you’ll say goodbye and think okay that’s definitely the last time but then it’ll happen again and it’s definitely fate. and one day it’ll be like the fourth/fifth time and u bump into him in a coffee shop when he’s back home in birmingham and it’s so ridiculous that this keeps happening. ur joking w him abt “r u sure ur not just stalking me?” and he’s laughing and telling u something abt how pretty girls like u must just be a magnet for him. and he just can’t let this whole thing pass bc to him there has to be a reason u keep seeing each other. and ur pretty and he thinks ur funny and he really wants to take u out. so he’s asking for ur number and making a joke abt how he won’t have to wait three months to see how ur classes are going :(( so u start texting and it’s obvious ur both so into each other, u facetime every night and u just get on so well so after like a week or so jude’s asking if u wna fly over to madrid to go to a match, saying he’ll take u out after and u can stay for a few days and he’ll show u around and ofc ur saying yes and hes immediately booking ur flight (he wldnt let u pay or do anything for it bc it’s his treat) and he’s meeting u at the airport and takes u out for dinner and the whole thing is amazing from the start. he’d be so happy having u at the match and wld make u wear his shirt and wld tease u sm abt it and everyone’s calling him out for showing off and being a flirt but he just can’t help himself. it wld only take another few weeks before he asked u to be his girlfriend