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misshoneyimhome · 13 days ago

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Could you do a oneshot of willy where you are rasmus' sister and like you are just as close with willy as you are your brother and hes always looked out for you as he would sandy, and maybe a player from another team tries to make a move on you and you get uncomfortable and he steps in and is like back off my girl bro, and then it's like a aha my girl that's so funny could never be true tho right? RIGHT?!?! and they lived happily ever after in love 🤪😘

Haha, I definitely had way too much fun writing this one 😂 I absolutely loved the idea, and honestly—even if it’s not my best work—I don’t even care because I enjoyed every second of it 🤭

So let’s just dive right in, shall we? 😉 Hope you enjoy it, love 💕

Tropes & warnings: William Nylander x reader, Rasmus Sandin's sister - friends to lovers, alcohol consumption, soft!willy & ofc protective!Willy, mention of sexual intercourse, language

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My Girl I William Nylander (ft. Rasmus Sandin) ✐

Rasmus Sandin was everything you loved and hated in equal measure.

Your brother, your rival, your favourite punching bag and your fiercest protector—all rolled into one maddening, irreplaceable person. Two years older, and he never let you forget it. Growing up, everything was a competition: who could sprint fastest through the snow, who could score more goals in the driveway, who could get under Mum’s skin quicker.

You fought over stupid things and made up just as fast. You stole his hoodies and he changed your phone background to the worst selfies imaginable. But the moment someone else tried to mess with you? Rasmus was there. No hesitation. No questions asked. He’d step in with that fire in his eyes like don’t you dare touch what’s mine.

He was your safe place before you even knew what one was.

And as you both got older, his world started expanding—and so did yours.

When Rasmus was drafted to the Leafs in 2018, everything changed. He wasn’t just your annoying older brother anymore—he was playing pro hockey in Toronto. By the time the 2019–2020 season rolled around, he was wearing blue and white for real, living in a downtown apartment he shared with none other than William Nylander.

That’s when you met him properly.

William wasn’t just the funny guy from Rasmus’ training camp stories anymore. He was there. The quiet one with the sharp eyes and even sharper sense of humour. He had the charm, sure—but not the kind that made you feel small or like a joke. William was the type to ask how you were really doing, to remember the answer the next time you saw him.

At first, you figured he was just being polite. Friendly. You were Rasmus’ sister, after all. That came with certain unspoken rules.

But then he kept asking if you’d be at the games. If you were coming to team dinners. If you wanted to hang out after practice. He started texting you out of the blue—sending you memes, TikToks, photos of Rasmus doing something dumb at home. Little things. But they added up.

You didn’t live in Toronto, but you spent a lot of time there during that first season. And the more time you spent around William, the harder it became to tell where friendship ended and something else quietly began.

Rasmus never questioned it. He’d known William since 2016, long before he was a Leaf. He trusted him completely. To him, William’s attentiveness was just typical Willy—loyal to a fault, always looking after his people.

You were part of those people now. That was all.

But to you, William started becoming more than just part of Rasmus’ world.

He became yours too.

And you tried—God, you tried—not to read into it. Not to hope for something more. You told yourself over and over that he only saw you as Rasmus’ sister. That he was kind to everyone. That he was just being nice.

But it got harder to believe that when he made sure your coffee order was already waiting in the car after morning skate.

When he pulled you aside at team events because he could tell you were overwhelmed.

When he watched you laugh across a crowded room like he couldn’t look away.

One night during the second season—early on, when you were still trying to prove you could hang in the Toronto scene—Rasmus had invited you out for drinks with the team. You didn’t want to be the little sister clinging to the edges of the group, so you drank more than you should’ve. Tried too hard to keep up with guys who were built like machines and used to the lifestyle.

By the time you stepped outside, the city lights were spinning, and the sidewalk didn’t feel quite steady beneath your feet.

“Hey,” a voice said, gentle but firm. “You good?”

You blinked up at William, dazed. “I think the tequila won.”

He smiled, just a little, and offered his arm. “Come on. Let’s get you back to the apartment.”

You vaguely remembered leaning on him in the Uber. Him helping you out of your shoes. A glass of water pressed into your hands. William sitting beside you on the couch until you fell asleep.

When you woke up the next morning, head pounding and cheeks flushed with embarrassment, you found a glass of juice, two Advil on the coffee table, and a text message.

Don’t try to outdrink NHL players. We’re trained for this. —W

Your heart thudded for reasons that had nothing to do with the hangover.

From that day on, things between you shifted. Slowly, quietly, without ever being said out loud.

William became your best friend in Toronto—second only to Rasmus. Someone you could talk to about anything. The kind of friend who noticed when your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. The one you could sit in total silence with and still feel seen.

You helped him through the ups and downs of his relationship, offered advice you pretended didn’t sting to give. You held back your feelings with both hands because friendship was better than nothing. And because you were scared that crossing that line might ruin everything.

You were good at ignoring the ache. At pretending.

But William?

William had always been harder to read.

And sometimes—just sometimes—you wondered if he was pretending, too.

Now, a few years later, things looked a little different.

Rasmus had been traded to Washington a couple of seasons ago. He’d adjusted quickly—new team, new city, new phase of his career—but you knew there was still a piece of him that missed Toronto. The friendships he’d built here, the sense of home. William.

You came with him this time. It was your tradition, sort of. When the Capitals played in Toronto, you flew in to support him. You weren’t staying long, just a long weekend, but it felt like coming back to something familiar.

Rasmus had warned you the Leafs were on a hot streak—“don’t get your hopes up,” he muttered as you zipped up your jacket before heading to Scotiabank Arena. And sure enough, the Leafs pulled off a win.

Still, it was a good night. You hugged your brother after the game, stole one of his hoodies like old times, and stood in the hallway near the players’ lounge catching up with William, who’d already loosened his tie and had that flushed, post-game glow.

“You staying for the Sens game tomorrow?” he asked, tipping his chin toward you as he leaned against the wall, still catching his breath from the ice.

“Thinking about it,” you replied, smiling. “Unless you think I’ll jinx you again.”

He grinned, eyes flicking over your face. “You can jinx me anytime you want.”

You blinked. He said it like a joke. He always said things like that like a joke.

Except tonight… it didn’t feel like one.

You ended up staying.

The next night, the Leafs lost to Ottawa in overtime. William was annoyed, not outwardly, but you could tell. He had that subtle edge to him—quieter, more withdrawn. Still, when someone suggested going out for a few drinks, he nodded. “Yeah,” he said, glancing at you. “Let’s go.”

You weren’t even sure what felt different about the night—just that it was. The atmosphere was looser. Everyone seemed a little more grown-up, less reckless than they’d been in those early Toronto days.

You weren’t Rasmus’ teenage sister anymore, either.

You felt good tonight—comfortable in your skin, confident in a way you hadn’t always been around the team. Maybe that’s why you didn’t think twice when someone from the Senators’ roster slid into your space by the bar.

He was charming at first. Too charming. Smiling a little too wide, talking a little too close. You tried to laugh it off. To shift away. To politely decline.

But he didn’t take the hint.

“You sure about that?” he said, tilting his head. “Because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“I haven’t been looking at you,” you said calmly. “And I’ve already said no.”

“C’mon, just one drink—”

“Sorry,” a voice cut in, low and measured, “but my girl said no.”

You froze.

The tone was calm, sure, but it was laced with something unfamiliar—something sharp, protective, and entirely unshakable.

You turned toward the voice, pulse quickening.

William stood behind you, hands at his sides, posture relaxed in that effortlessly cool way he always carried himself. But his eyes—those were different. Steady. Cold. Focused entirely on the man standing a little too close to you.

The Senator—some third-line winger with a smug smirk—raised his brows, looking between you and William with amused detachment.

“Didn’t realise she was taken.”

William’s jaw flexed. “She is.” He didn’t blink. “By me.”

The guy gave a snort, clearly not taking any of it seriously, and backed off with a casual shrug, disappearing into the crowd with his drink and his ego intact.

But you stood there, frozen, as the weight of William’s words hung thick in the air between you.

My girl.

You blinked at him. “By you?”

William’s eyes softened when they met yours, but there was no trace of hesitation in them. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “By me.”

Your stomach flipped. It was like everything you’d tried to suppress—every late-night text, every subtle glance, every shoulder brush and shared silence—had suddenly broken through the surface.

“Is that… new?” you asked, your voice barely audible over the hum of music and laughter around you.

He gave you a small smile. The kind he only gave when it was just you and him and no one else watching. “I don’t think so.”

You stood there for a second, still rooted to the spot, processing the words. The way he said them so calmly, like it wasn’t something monumental. Like it hadn’t just shaken the foundation of everything you thought was settled between you.

You let out a slow breath. “So, what now?”

William glanced around the bar, then looked back at you, tucking one hand gently into the pocket of his jacket. “We could stay and pretend like nothing happened.”

You arched a brow. “You think I could actually do that?”

He smiled again, a little more mischievous this time. “Didn’t think so.”

You laughed—nervous, but real. Then, without another word, he reached for your hand. Not forcefully. Not dramatically. Just… casually. Like he’d done it a hundred times before.

You let him.

You didn’t say anything as he laced his fingers through yours and gave a light tug, leading you through the bar. Past the crowd, past the flashing lights, past your brother, who—thankfully—hadn’t witnessed any of that.

The moment the door shut behind you, the cold night air hit your cheeks, sharp and sobering. But you didn’t feel unsteady. Not this time.

William stopped at the edge of the sidewalk, turning to face you.

His hand was still in yours.

“I didn’t plan on saying anything tonight,” he admitted, voice low, almost lost to the sounds of traffic in the distance. “But when I saw him not backing off…”

Your heart thudded. “You didn’t like it.”

“I didn’t like how he made you look,” William said, eyes searching yours. “Like you wanted to disappear. And I’ve never seen you look like that.”

You swallowed hard. “And calling me your girl…?”

“Felt right,” he said simply. “Did it feel wrong to you?”

“No,” you whispered.

And then he stepped closer. Not hesitating. Not unsure. He reached up, his knuckles brushing your cheek, his touch featherlight.

“I should’ve said something sooner.”

You leaned in without even realising you were doing it. “Yeah,” you murmured. “You should’ve.”

His lips twitched. “You mad?”

“I’ll let you make it up to me.”

William grinned. “Deal.”

Then he kissed you.

Soft at first. Like he didn’t want to spook you. Like he was making sure you had every chance to pull away.

You didn’t.

You leaned into him, hands curling in his jacket, heart pounding as the kiss deepened—not desperate, but certain. Years of stolen glances and unsaid words finally blooming into something real.

When you broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, both of you a little breathless.

“Rasmus is going to lose his shit,” you said.

William chuckled. “He’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

He kissed your cheek. “Not even a little.”

You laughed, and he squeezed your hand. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

And as he led you down the sidewalk, the world suddenly felt a little quieter. A little steadier. Like you’d finally found your place.

Right next to him.

The condo was still and quiet when you walked in, save for the faint hum of the city outside the windows. William locked the door behind you, tossing his keys into the dish by the entrance with a soft clink.

Neither of you said much.

You slipped off your coat, your fingertips tingling with anticipation. He hung his up beside yours, then turned to face you—and for a second, neither of you moved.

It wasn’t awkward. It was charged.

Years of friendship, of toeing the line, of pretending—all of it—sat in the small space between your bodies, crackling like static.

William stepped toward you slowly, like he didn’t want to rush this. Like he already knew this moment was going to live in his memory for a long, long time.

“You okay?” he asked softly, voice thick with emotion.

You nodded. “Are you?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

That’s when you closed the distance, your hands finding the hem of his shirt as your mouth found his again—more sure, more urgent now. He responded instantly, his hands settling on your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies met in the middle.

You could feel his heartbeat under your palms, fast and steady.

“Do you know,” you whispered between kisses, “how long I’ve wanted this?”

William pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “Probably not as long as I have.”

You smiled, breathless, as he guided you through the living room toward the bedroom, pausing only to press his lips to yours again, and again—like he couldn’t quite believe this was real. Like he was making up for lost time.

The moment you stepped into his room, it felt natural. Familiar. Like you’d already been there a hundred times—but this time was different.

He helped you out of your sweater, fingers brushing lightly across your arms, his touch reverent. When you reached for the buttons on his shirt, he stilled your hands with his own.

“Hey,” he said, voice low. “We don’t have to rush this. We don’t have to do anything tonight.”

You looked up at him, heart full. “I want to. With you.”

That was all he needed.

The rest of your clothes fell away slowly, not in a blur but in a sequence of soft, deliberate touches—every movement quiet, careful, like unwrapping something fragile. His mouth traced every inch of your skin like he was learning it from scratch, like he’d waited so long he didn’t want to miss a single detail.

There was no performance. No pressure.

Just warmth. Soft laughter between kisses. Foreheads pressed together. Gasps shared under tangled sheets and whispered promises exchanged with fingertips on bare skin.

At one point, William paused, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “You still good?” he murmured.

You nodded, whispering his name, and pulled him back in.

It wasn’t just sex.

It was a culmination. A release. A confession you’d both been too scared to voice until now. You moved in sync, every shift and sigh answering a question that had hung between you for years.

Afterward, you lay there with your head on his chest, his fingers drawing slow circles across your spine, the silence no longer heavy but full.

“Okay,” you said after a long stretch of quiet. “That was…”

He glanced down. “Yeah?”

You tilted your chin, meeting his gaze. “Really damn worth the wait.”

William grinned, kissed your forehead, and pulled you a little closer. ��Told you I’d make it up to you.”

The morning light filtered in through the curtains, soft and golden, warming the space between tangled sheets and quiet breathing. You stirred against the familiar rhythm of William’s chest rising and falling beneath your cheek, your limbs still lazily draped across his.

It was peaceful. Cosy. Your entire body was sore in the best way, and your mind floated somewhere between sleep and satisfaction.

William shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Mornin’,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.

You hummed, eyes still closed. “If this is a dream, I’m suing someone when I wake up.”

He chuckled, low and warm. “You’re very real. Trust me.”

You were just about to kiss him again—slow and soft, like it was the only thing that mattered—when the click of the front door echoed through the condo.

William froze. You blinked.

And then came his voice.

“Yo, Willy? You awake? I brought coffee.”

Your entire body locked up. William sat up like someone had electrocuted him.

“Shit.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. “RAS?”

William jumped out of bed, grabbing his hoodie and pulling it over his head in a panic. “He wasn’t supposed to come until eleven!”

You grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around yourself like a human burrito. “What do I do?! Where do I go?!”

William looked around the room, wild-eyed. “Uh—closet?”

You stared at him. “I’m not hiding in a closet like this is some bad high school rom-com.”

“Okay, then under the bed?!”

“WILLIAM.”

His eyes darted to the ensuite bathroom. “There. Just—just go in there and lock the door. I’ll distract him.”

You didn’t have time to argue. You grabbed your clothes off the floor, scampered into the bathroom, and softly closed the door just as Rasmus’ voice got louder.

“I swear to God, if you’re still asleep I’m leaving without you,” he called, his footsteps coming closer.

William cracked the bedroom door and stepped out, running a hand through his hair like he could somehow will himself to look casual.

“Hey, man.”

Rasmus frowned. “You just woke up? I texted you twenty minutes ago.”

William forced a yawn and leaned against the doorframe. “Yeah. Long night.”

You sat in the bathroom, clutching your shirt to your chest, trying not to breathe too loudly.

“Is someone here?” Rasmus asked suddenly, peering past William toward the bedroom.

“Nope,” William said way too fast. “Why would someone be here?”

“I heard something. Like… a door close.”

William shrugged. “Window. Wind. I dunno, man.”

There was a beat of silence. Then: “Wait. Is there a girl here?”

William cleared his throat. “Define ‘here.’”

“Oh my god. You do—you hooked up last night?”

You facepalmed.

“Well,” Rasmus continued with a smirk, “good for you, I guess. Wait—do I know her? Who is it? Someone from the bar?”

William looked like he was going to combust. “Dude, don’t worry about it.”

“I am worrying about it,” Rasmus said, crossing his arms. “This is my best friend. In my former apartment. I deserve details.”

Your phone vibrated in your hand with a text from William:

he’s not leaving. SOS. u ok in there??

You typed back with trembling thumbs.

I’m hiding in your damn bathroom with your hoodie and zero dignity.

“Okay, you’re being weird,” Rasmus said. “You’re always weird but now you’re avoidance weird. I’m going in there—”

William panicked. “NO!”

Rasmus froze. “Why not?”

“Because,” William said, his voice cracking slightly, “because I… spilt protein powder everywhere.”

There was a pause.

“William, what the hell is going on—”

The bathroom door opened slowly.

You stepped out in his hoodie, makeup smudged from sleep, bare legs and messy hair giving away everything. You weren’t even sure why you did it. Maybe it was the sheer ridiculousness of hiding like a teenager, or maybe it was the look on William’s face—cornered, panicked, helpless.

Either way, it was too late to turn back now.

Rasmus blinked. His eyes dropped to the hoodie. Then to your face. Then to William.

The silence was deafening.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL F—”

“Okay, okay!” William practically launched himself between you and Rasmus like a human shield. “Just—let’s all take a deep breath.”

“You’ve gotta be joking,” Rasmus said, eyes wide, voice rising. “YOU AND HER? IN YOUR BEDROOM?”

“I mean,” you said weakly, “it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been in his apartment—”

“Not helping,” William muttered.

“How long has this been going on?!” Rasmus demanded, hands flailing. “What happened to bro code? What happened to boundaries? And you—” he pointed at you, “—you’re supposed to tell me when you’re secretly hooking up with my best friend!”

“I wasn’t aware we were scheduling announcements,” you said flatly.

“I lived with you,” Rasmus said to William, still spiralling. “I trusted you. I defended you. I told people you were like a brother!”

William winced. “To be fair, this is kind of your fault. You introduced us.”

“I’m going to pass out.”

“Okay,” William said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Deep breaths. Remember the skating plan? You love skating.”

“You love ruining my life!”

William turned to you quickly, voice low. “I’m gonna get him out of here before he actually combusts. Stay. Chill. I’ll text you.”

You nodded, trying not to laugh as Rasmus muttered what sounded like Swedish curses under his breath and slapped William’s arm away.

“Touch me again and I swear to God I’ll throw your skates in the lake.”

“I love you too, man.”

Within a minute, the front door closed behind them, and the condo fell blissfully silent.

You let out the breath you hadn’t realised you were holding.

Your phone buzzed with a message from William.

okay that could’ve gone worse 😅 take your time. shower’s yours. spare key is in the drawer by the sink—just lock up behind you. also, I’m in love with you, in case that wasn’t obvious. ❤️

You smiled, warmth blooming through your chest as you set your phone down and padded toward the bathroom.

Despite everything—despite your brother very nearly imploding this morning—it still felt like the best possible kind of disaster.

And honestly?

You wouldn’t change a thing.

It wasn’t until halfway through their friendly skate at the outdoor rink that the other guys started noticing it.

“Okay,” Calle Järnkrok said, gliding up beside Rasmus with his stick resting lazily on his shoulder. “What’s up with you and Willy? Did he forget your birthday or chirp your flow or something?”

Rasmus didn’t look up from retying his skates, jaw clenched like he was one wrong word away from snapping his stick in half.

“Nothing.”

Calle raised a brow. “You sure? ’Cause you’re staring at him like he borrowed your car and returned it without the brakes.”

“He didn’t borrow my car.”

“But he did something?”

Rasmus let out a long, frustrated sigh. “He’s just… being William.”

Calle smirked. “Did ‘being William’ include sleeping with your sister?”

Rasmus choked mid-breath.

“How do you know?!”

Calle laughed. “Bro. You stormed out of his apartment this morning like it was on fire, and he’s been walking around grinning like he just scored the game-winner at the Olympics. Everyone knows.”

Rasmus muttered something in Swedish that Calle wisely chose not to respond to, and skated off with enough force to spray snow halfway down the rink.

You were the last to arrive at dinner.

The group had gathered at your favourite cozy restaurant in Toronto, a mix of Leafs, Caps, and a handful of mutual friends. You spotted Rasmus immediately—arms folded, expression grim, sipping a beer like it personally wronged him—and William beside him, visibly trying not to smirk.

You slid into the seat across from them, offering your brother a cautious smile.

“Hey.”

Rasmus gave you a stiff nod. “Hi.”

A heavy pause settled over the table.

“I like your hoodie,” you added lightly.

“It’s his hoodie,” Rasmus muttered, eyes narrowing at William. “I know it’s his hoodie.”

Calle, seated beside him, let out a bark of laughter. “God, this is better than Netflix.”

Dinner continued mostly without incident—mostly. The food was great, the wine even better, and the table was loud with stories and laughter… all except for Rasmus, who hadn’t smiled once.

When dessert arrived, he set down his fork and cleared his throat.

Everyone quieted instantly.

He looked between you and William, jaw tight, clearly running through whatever speech he’d practiced in his head a dozen times since that morning.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said, voice serious. “And I’ve come to a conclusion.”

William shifted in his seat. You sat a little straighter.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“I hate it.”

“Ras—”

“No, let me finish,” he cut in, raising a hand. “I hate that I walked into my best friend’s place and found my baby sister creeping out of his bedroom. I hate that I had to process all of that before I’d even had my first coffee. And I hate that you made me experience every protective older brother cliché in one single, horrific morning.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop from smiling.

Then Rasmus turned to William, and the mood shifted ever so slightly.

“But,” he said, quieter now, “I also know you. And I know you care about the people in your life more than most guys in this league. And I know you’d never hurt her.”

William met his eyes. “I wouldn’t.”

“And if you do,” Rasmus added, deadly serious, “I will personally bodycheck you into next season.”

William nodded solemnly. “Fair.”

You blinked. “Wait… is that your way of giving us your blessing?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you implied it.”

“I implied nothing.”

“You implied everything,” Calle said, grinning into his drink. “We all heard it.”

Rasmus rolled his eyes and picked up his beer again. “Whatever. Just don’t make me witness any PDA or I swear I’ll eat dinner in the kitchen.”

You grinned, leaned over, and pressed a kiss to William’s cheek.

Rasmus dropped his fork like it physically pained him. “You’re both dead to me.”

The table erupted with laughter.

But later—when the noise had softened into background chatter, and everyone was leaning back full and happy—you caught your brother watching you and William with something that wasn’t quite a glare.

It was quieter than that. A little weary. A little soft.

Like a surrender.

Like trust.

The kind that only comes from someone who loves you both.

And that was more than enough.

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meazalykov · 19 days ago

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nothing straight

catarina macario x uswnt!reader

warnings: reader being very downbad. best friends to lovers.

since being called up to the uswnt in 2018, you’ve become a world cup winner, and an olympic bronze medalist. you’ve done more by your early-twenties than some people dream of their whole lives.

yet it always felt like you were alone.

you weren’t, not really. you had mallory who was your closest friend on the team for years. the two of you had inside jokes, a rhythm on the field, and memories from nearly every camp. however, she had a boyfriend who she mainly paid attention to. it was a serious relationship. when camp ended, your close friend went back to chicago while you returned to barcelona.

you'd grown used to the ocean between you and everyone else. it was a quiet loneliness, the kind you dressed in smiles and gold medals. eveyrone on the roster always played for an NWSL club, while your name always had a european one attached to it. you were distant from everyone, having different experience.

in 2021, many new names were being called up to the roster since the olympics were over and the coach needed to start the world cup prep happening in two years. with that call up, you heard a new name for the first time… catarina macario.

you didn’t expect much. rookies came and went, but when she started showing up to every training session with that unbothered look on her face. cool, calculating, and smart…you got annoyed.

especially when she kept beating you in drills. somehow she was always just a step ahead. that smirk she gave you always pissed you of.

catarina is only a year older than you, you wondered how she was not called up to the senior team before.

however, the attitude of hers is how you both became best friends.

the rivalry was playful, somewhat annoying, very magnetic. as time went on, it became more. she was your shadow at camp, your roommate during travel games, your pre-game playlist partner. when everyone else slept, you stayed up talking about your lives in back europe, trading barcelona and lyon stories.

national camp became something to look forward to, because cat would be there. however, the more time passed, the more your teammates started seeing things you didn’t.

they all saw the way you looked at her and the way she looked at you. they all saw the way your hand stayed on her arm a second too long during stretches. everyone seen the way she always sat next to you, always leaned her head on your shoulder during rest time.

everyone knew, though you didn’t or maybe… you were just too afraid to say it aloud.

unfortunately, cat tore her acl a year after you met her.

you were still in barcelona when it happened. you watched the replay on your phone, alone in your apartment. you knew immediately.

you cried knowing the consequence but not in front of anyone. when you flew to lyon to see her? when she sat in that brace, eyes tired, voice trying to stay strong? you broke. of course you had quiet sobs in her arms, and her holding you like you were the one who got hurt instead of her.

you were in love with her. you knew it then but you kept it quiet for two years.

barcelona was home for four years, but you finally left in 2023, signing with chelsea.

why? you said you wanted a new challenge. a new league. what you did not know was that catarina wanted the same thing after lyon… she also chose chelsea.

the thing with being around cat every day was that it made hiding your feelings impossible.

“fuck… i’m in love with my best friend,” you whispered to yourself one night in your apartment living room. you thought you were alone in the room, while your friends were in the kitchen.

“yeah. no shit,” sam said entering your living room.

you flinched.

“what?”

“you heard me,” she smirked, “it’s obvious. even kristie said so, and she usually misses everything.”

you tried to laugh it off, “you guys are just reading into things—”

“no. you’re just terrified but she’s literally in love with you, you idiot,” sam added, grabbing her water from the coffee table, “talk to her or at least stop eye-fucking her during tactical meetings.”

you didn’t talk to cat about your feelings at all until one night in 2024.

it was the post-match. everyone had left to go home after the win against arsenal. london stayed blue (as it should). catarina and you were the only ones still left in the locker room. this wasn’t new. you both liked quiet and liked staying late, never rushing to leave.

however, this night nearly crushed you.

she had her sports bra on, joggers on and hugging her hips, leaning against the bench, scrolling through her phone.

your eyes were on her abs and on the curve of her hips… and on her lips. when your gaze lingered too long, she looked up and caught you.

“what was that?” she asked, voice smooth. teasing.

“what was what?” you asked, already folding under pressure.

“that look.” she put her phone down, stepped closer, “you don’t look at anyone else like that.”

you swallowed hard, “cat, i don’t know what you mean.”

she tilted her head, “okay sure…you’re bold with everyone else and you don’t take shit from anyone but with me you are somehow the opposite?”

you blinked.

“you get all shy. all soft,” she whispered, stepping even closer. the woman’s bare arm brushed against yours, “why’s that?”

you wanted to speak but you couldn’t.

she reached down in front of you and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “you gonna answer me, y/n?”

your voice came out small, “fuck… it’s because i love you, ok?”

the air left her lungs like a laugh and a sigh combined. cat’s hand dropped from your face to your waist.

“took you long enough.”

quickly, her lips were on yours.

they were soft at first. tentative. it felt like a question.

luckily you answered with your whole body, tilting your head, pressing into her.

you kissed her like you had been waiting years because you had.

your hands found her hips, hers slid along your spine. macario’s tongue brushed yours and you gasped against her lips, pulling her in closer. the kiss deepened and slowed. after a few minutes, you pulled away with your forehead pressed against hers, you both caught your breath.

cat’s fingers grazed your bare waist, the hem of your shirt bunched in her palm. your hand splayed over her ribs, the heat of her skin grounding you.

it felt like a dream.

you could’ve stayed like that forever…half-clothed, sweaty from the match, stealing kisses in a dimly lit locker room.

suddenly, she grinned. that damn grin that your bestfriend loves doing.

“i can’t believe you never told me your feelings, you jerk.”

you rolled your eyes, breathless, “i thought you wouldn’t like me back.”

“why not?”

“i don’t know. i thought you were just… fooling around. maybe straight.”

she laughed, “you look and act more straight than i do.”

she wasn’t wrong.

“i don’t think there’s anything straight about the way i feel about you, cat,” you whispered.

she leaned in again, kissed you softer this time.

“good,” she murmured, “because there’s nothing straight about how i feel about you either.”

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#catarina macario #catarina macario x reader #woso fanfics #woso community #woso x reader #uswnt #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt soccer #olympique lyonnais #chelsea fcw #sam kerr #kristie mewis

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hello. alexalblondo's rude anon coming here to humbly and politely beg for galex primer because i dont understand their history. george said he lived at alex's family's house at one point? how - weren't they already racing? sorry thank you humble thank you 🙏🙏

hello!!! thanks chris for the referral FKFJDKD

i have overwhelmed my alex and george tags so much that i fear i could never capture all of it but my galex key moment anthology is under the cut!!

karting/early single seaters

Alex thinks they met in 2011 but the footage in georges flip phone says he knew alex back in 2009.

Their first actual interaction (so far as they've told the world) was when alex was world champion with the intrepid karting team and bc he was their reference driver he was asked to help pick the drivers who were quick to replace him when he moved up and he picked george (and charles) so they were then part of that same intrepid driver programme for a while. Interestingly, alex was always at least one year above him bc of their ages and george says the fact they didn't really race directly against each other before 2016 was probably why they became such good friends.

They did a deep dive of their camera rolls from this time on twitch a couple years back and talked about the oldest pictures they have of each other in their camera rolls (1:25:36) which was cute.

2017

2017 is the year george basically lived with alex. They were also sharing a trainer whilst alex was competing in gp2 and george was in gp3. George was doing mercedes sim work at their factory so rented a flat in milton keynes near where alex lived but according to alex that rent was wasted money bc george had more meals at alexs' house than he did that year. Also as detailed in those links, the Great Mountain Biking Incident of 2017 occurred at this time so we have the fun mental image of george literally wheeling alex into a&e on a wheelchair bc that is an actual event that happened.

2018

George and alex both in f2 fighting for the title year wooooo!! They never really fought on track but we did get fun tidbits like when alex pipped george to the win at silverstone bc george had a slow pit stop and giggled about it in parc ferme (5:42) & these post session interviews.

also some incredible photoshoots.

2019

Promotion to f1!!! We started the year at winter testing and this nugget that they have both accepted that they are actually tied together by the strings of fate. They're doing fun media stuff like karting and bullying each other over percentage of apexs hit at the skypad (video). 2019 also the start of the umbrella sharing. They were just together a lot… more skypad analysis!!!

2019 also has MY personal favourite galex moment which was hockenheim 2019 and the 45 minute phone call galex had on the way home after george missed out on scoring what would have been his first point in f1 and only point of the season.

There was also the summer break and enjoying a training camp together, exchanging infections etc. Alex also took george to meet lily for the first time, bc that’s a normal thing to do.

There was also the rookie of the year vid, and the rookie season review vid at the end of the year. Much was happening.

2020

The year started with f1 trying to race during a global pandemic. Fun! On the singular media day before everyone realised just how stupid that was they were being annoying. The lockdowns did give us the twitch streams. George was initially so bad at virtual racing he had to secretly consult alex's brother for help behind alexs back. George was also actively seeking alex out like a missile at any given opportunity and at one point felt necessary to declare that he wasn't alexs boyfriend when someone asked if alex was going to be streaming that day. Anyway my lockdown twitchscapades tag has a post with a playlist of all the streams that haven't been lost or deleted if you want to feel joy and have a spare million hours.

Racing resumed in July with the covid team bubbles and within two races and one qualifying session george was defending alexs honour to sky sports and the world in a truly remarkable fashion.

At the end of the year alex was unemployed....even more tragic than this loss was that alexs career difficulties were so extreme he started ghosting george, which devastated him to the extent he needed to publicly drag him for it.

There was also george asking lily to post alexs n*des on instagram and lily responding with if anyone has them it would be you which was perhaps the last time george had access to his own social media password.

Despite george not liking it they celebrated alexs first podium by going golfing! and reverse! George was also gifted an alex albon signed autograph card for christmas and said that he'll put it somewhere special x

2021

The beginning of 2021 was during lockdown and there was more fun virtual gps except the only two drivers doing it were george and alex so they were just bitching and gossiping and threatening to steal strategies and abu dhabi 2016 each other. Particular shoutout to the time they had a virtual race on valentines day and alex put a suit on for it and george was baffled. Immediately after valentines day was georges birthday which lily used to thank george for letting her borrow his boyfriend from time to time.

Then the season started with george enduring the season alexless and not letting anyone forget about it. Alex was turning up to races after being locked in the simulator until the early hours posting stuff like this on instagram and otherwise stumbling over his words after getting whipped on the ass.

Perhaps the defining moment of the galex 2021 season was george pushing the williams board to sign alex so heavily that they had to actively shut him out of proceedings. Also at this time there was this cute congrats from alexs family and one from alex to georgie about the mercedes seat.

anyway here's some more random 2021 nuggets:

i've seen him topless a few times

george getting alex a good deal on a merc x

yet More golf

the handover

georges driver room

2022

They truly lost every inch of personal space in 2022 like. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. The back signing Hello.

2022 had alex having his appendix out, nearly dying and alexs family updating george whilst alex was in the icu and then when alex returned for the next race in signapore a couple weeks later (insane behaviour) george was like mmm audacious of him to be here.

Elsewhere alex discovered georges photoshoot and was making screensavers about it. Alex also discovered hair dye and george was making instagram stories about it.

other random 2022 nuggets:

george is alexs fave f1 driver excluding himself

this skit williams did of lily finding a huge picture of george in alexs driver room

whatever this image is of lily george and alex

private plane carpool

double date

2023

@onadarklingplain covers the whole year for you much MUCH better than i ever could here!!!!!

and that brings us to present where they're just as weird and freaky with each other as ever!!!

#hopefully it answers at least some of ur questions!!!#i would perfect this but frankly i have spent like. seven hours. on this so im just hitting post. godspeed!#galex #asks #anon #alex albon #george russell

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I Hate Her

Leah Williamson x reader Warnings: None

You had played as a centre back since you were six years old and asked to play on the Under 10s boys team. Your dream had been set from then, you wanted to play professional you wanted to play for England.

You sign your first academy contract for Manchester United a year later but continue to play for your local team wanting to practice and play as much as you could in hopes of someday making the England team.

You get a call up to your first youth England squad at 13, to say your excited is an understatement only you spend the entire camp on the bench as Leah Williamson is picked over you to start, the Arsenal academy player, future Arsenal player. Leah stared at you as she walked past the bench "Maybe they'll choose you next time." You decide then and there that you hate her.

United don’t have a women’s team and so you sign with Blackburn Rovers just before your 17th birthday. You love it Blackburn have given you everything you’ve wanted your their starting Centre Back, they see how hard you work and it pays off in the England Youth camps, you make your debut against Spain, Leah’s sick for the debut and you can’t help but repeat that in your head, that’s why your being picked not because ur better.

United form a Women’s team to take part in the championship in 2018 which is perfect for your because your contract with Blackburn Rovers ends and your free to sign with your childhood club in the summer.

It’s Leah’s turn to hate you when instead of joining the U23s camp you get called up to the Senior squad for a camp. You, your on a championship team that only got formed this season, you who has only been chosen over her a handful of times and now Phil Neville thinks your better then her, hardly.

Joining the senior squad felt surreal. Familiar faces like Lucy Bronze and Steph Houghton greeted you with genuine warmth. During training sessions, you pushed yourself to the absolute limit, determined to prove your place wasn't a lucky break. The coaches, Phil Neville included, seemed impressed. They challenged you , tested your tactical awareness, your ability to lead the defense under pressure. It wasn't easy, but you held your own, fueled by that quiet fire within.

One evening, Neville called you into his office. Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Were you getting sent home? But no, his words were unexpected. "You've got something special, kid," he said, a glint in his eye. "A raw talent, a hunger I haven't seen in a while. We're planning a friendly against Germany next month. Be ready."

News of your potential debut spread like wildfire. Back home, your family erupted in cheers. Blackburn fans were ecstatic, their underdog defender on the cusp of playing on the biggest stage. But the media frenzy was a different story. Headlines screamed "Unproven youngster" and "Neville's gamble." The narrative remained the same - you were the fluke, the temporary blip in Leah's meteoric rise.

That night, staring at the ceiling of your hotel room, a fierce determination took hold. This wasn't just about proving yourself to the coaches or the media. This was about proving it to Leah, to everyone who doubted you. This was about carving your own path, a path that wouldn't be defined by being "better" than Leah Williamson, but by becoming the best damn defender England had ever seen.

You come on against Germany in the 89th minute, you know then and there that u are going to have to fight for your life every time you want to make it on to the pitch for England either over Leah or along side her you will have to fight.

And fight you do.

The following months were a whirlwind. You were in and out of the senior squad, each call-up a hard-fought battle. Leah was a constant shadow, a relentless competitor. You pushed each other to new heights, your growth fueled by the desire to outshine the other.

The 2019 World Cup was on the horizon, and the competition for places was fiercer than ever. You were on the cusp, but the final squad selection was a knife-edge. Days turned into nights as you waited for the dreaded or the desired call. When it finally came, your heart pounded with a mix of joy and disbelief. You were in. But so was Leah.

The World Cup was a dream realized, a tournament that would define careers. You played your part,even it was for less minutes then you would have liked (It was still more than what Leah had been given.) solid in defense, a calm presence in the face of adversity. England's journey was a rollercoaster of emotions, culminating in a heart-stopping final game for third place against Sweden.

The bronze medal match was a bitter pill to swallow. A valiant effort, but ultimately falling short. The weight of the loss hung heavy in the dressing room, a stark contrast to the jubilant scenes from the other side.

You had cursed at yourself in the eleventh minute as Asllani out ran you and sloted the ball past Telford, Steph had come over tapping your back whispering that it was ok it was one goal as Alex and Lucy followed both squeezing your arms as you all walked to reseat, you quickly turn to telford letting out a small sorry, to which she shakes her head sending you a thumbs up before you turn as Ellen White starts the game back up.

You hoped that Asllani's goal would be your one and only but Jakobsson makes a run in the twenty second minute and this time you make sure you catch her running in front of the swedish player you slide infront trying to cut her off but she breaks left and you can do nothing but sit on the ground and watch as she rolls it into the back left corner. You fall back hands covering your face. It's Lucys turn to pick you up "Your trying your best, you corrected your last mistake by being on it more." You shook your head "Yeah but she still scored." Lucy sighed knowing she wasn't going to break through the doubt that was bubbling in your head instead she pulled you into a hug and headed back into position, as you once again turned to Telford who before you could even open your mouth was already shouting at you "It's ok kid, you tried." you dropped your head nodding just as the ref blew the whistle to restart the game.

You came off at half-time for Rachel Daly, you had refused to speak to anyone, you had refused to join in on the celbrations in the thirty-first minute as Fran Kirby scorded but now as you walked down the tunnel you tried to shake all those feeling, you had played in your first World Cup, you had played 45 minutes in a tough match, you were good enough for Phil Neville to think you belonged there.

Those thoughts came crashing down as Leah walked past you hitting into you harshly.

Leah's harsh collision sent a jolt of pain through your already bruised ego. You stumbled backward, your breath catching in your throat. Her eyes, cold and calculating, held a mixture of contempt and something else, a flicker of something you couldn't quite decipher.

You spun around, your face flushed. "What the hell was that for?" you demanded, your voice laced with disbelief.

Leah's eyes narrowed, her expression a mix of defiance and something else you couldn't quite decipher. "You were out of position," she snapped, her voice barely above a whisper in the echoing tunnel. "Two goals down, and you're daydreaming."

The accusation stung, but you refused to back down. "I was trying to cover," you retorted, your voice rising. "It's not like I wanted them to score."

A tense silence fell between you, the only sound the distant cheers of the crowd filtering down the tunnel. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, a familiar sensation of being under scrutiny.

"I wouldn't have let them through." You walk towards her your finger poking her chest "Yet he didn't even give you the chance, he chose me over you."

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Tillie teasing \\ Mapi Leon x reader

2017

Stepping off the plane in Barcelona, the heat immediately hits you in the face. After clearing customs and collecting the many bags you've brought, a woman holding a sign with your name and the Barca logo under it waves you down. You find out she's the assistant manager and that the team sent. After anxiously fiddling with your fingers, the car turns into Barca's training centre. Backpack in hand, you follow the assistant manager as you meet all the behind the scenes people.

When meeting the team, you look eyes with who you believe is 'Maria'. She smiles at you and holds her hand out for you to take. When someone starts speaking to the both of you, your hands drop and a subtle blush both of your cheeks. You nod as you got the basics of the conversation, something about you and Mapi and an apartment. A soft nudge in your ribs turns you towards the brunette. She holds out her phone and you see google translate on.

Looks like we'll be seeing more of each other beautiful. They are putting us in the same apartment.

You smile and point to her phone as to say you want to type something. She nods and you type away.

Can't wait gorgeous :)

After the flirty interaction, you both move to the locker room and field to check it out. Since you both don't have to participate in this training, coach says you can go home and rest. The same driver from the airport takes you and Mapi to the apartment.

2019

Throughout the 2018/19 season, you, Alexia and Mapi become the Aussie/Spanish trio no one needed but everyone loved. You taught them English and they taught you Spanish in return, allowed Barca to organise more media interviews in the 2nd language. Alexia noticed over the last couple of years how smitten you both are with each other so she decided now is the time to meddle.

"Hola y/n/n, are you free tomorrow at 7?" Alexia asks as she swings an arm over your shoulder.

"Yeah, why?"

"Maps, are you free?" Alexia ignores your question as she turns to Mapi on her other side.

"Depends"

"Great. I'm not so enjoy your date chicas!"

You and Mapi look at each other before laughing at what had just happened. You and Mapi walk to the car talking about who should plan the date.

Safe to say the date led to both of you confessing your love for each other and the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

2020

Before anyone realised, the world was shit down due to covid. You were extremely anxious the first few weeks as the area in Australia where your family and friends live got Covid first. Then you and Mapi saw how fast it was spreading in Spain. Mapi had been your rock through it all. She always was there to distract you from the news from outside. Since you were in lockdown with the rest of the world, you couldn't see your best friends from the Tillies so you all had to resort to Zoom calls.

"So y/n/n, what's up with you and Mapi?" Macca teases as she wriggles her eyebrows in a playful way.

"Nothing is go- hola bebé" Mapi leans over and kisses you quickly before you realise how she's dressed.

"Nothing going on my ass!" Sam yells out, focusing you back on the call.

"Okay we're dating but you cannot tell a single soul. I mean it"

"Oooh protective y/n/n"

2021

Early in this year, the Tillies had a camp in Australia for the Olympics qualifers for Tokyo. Spain had a break during this time so Mapi though she'd come and support you and you girls (but you didn't know that). Currently; you, Sam, Macca, Caitlin, Steph and Alanna are eating breakfast when the woman of the hour calls you. Macca looks at your phone and her eyes go wide at the name.

"Hola bebita"

You stand up and move away from the table to escape their teasing, oh how wrong you were. When you come back the girls are making kissy faces at you and you shush them before anyone sees.

"How's lover girl?" Sam asks with a mouthful of banana.

"Fine, bored without me I think"

"Yeah, I bet she is" Macca mumbles before being elbowed by Caitlin.

A few hours later, you all arrive at the stadium for teh game against China. You are in the starting lineup alongside Sam and Caitlin. For some reason you are nervous, even though you shouldn't be. You receive a text from Mapi of her decked out in your yellow jersey and dark green shorts.

Maps 🔥: not sure which one you're wearing so I'll wear both :) good luck out there mi amor, go qualify for the olympics <3 p.s. i love you princesa 😘❤️'.

You: we're wearing the yellow so your pants need to come off now? 😉 Thank you for watching mi amor, it means a lot ❤️ p.s.s. i love you too. talk after xx

With a boost of confidence, you walk out with your team and made sure you win. After the first half, Australia was still goalless, sam eas China. Going back on the pitch, everyone gives it their all then disater struck. China got a goal. 1-0. You gave Sam and Caitlin the look and you all work in overdrive. Meanwhile in the stands, Mapi was stressing. She knows how important this game and any Matildas games are to you. Normal game time finished and 4 extra minutes were added. You look up and see the extra time and yell to the girls. Within 2 minutes of that, you get a through ball from Caitlin and non one is around so you take a shot. You know it's going in but you check anyway and start running around like a crazy person. Alanna pushes you down and starts a dog pile. The game quickly restarts and then the whistle blows for full time. You wave out to the crowd and see the familiar neck tattoo. You run over to your mismatched girlfriend and hug her tightly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Wanted to surprise you princesa"

You respond by kissing her and pulling away before too many teammates saw.

"I fly out tomorrow. Are you coming with me?"

"Of course, I'll change the flight tonight"

"Meet me at the hotel and you can stay with me" Mapi nods and gives you a quick kiss before moving back for the fans to meet you.

Little do you know, your best friends were watching the whole interaction. You walk back to your friends and they start making kissy faces so you walk away, making them look like idiots.

Back at the hotel, Mapi is waiting texting you every minute if you're here. You get inside and spot her instantly. Mapi feels two arms go around her waist and a kiss on her cheek, she relaxes instantly.

"Ready for bed?"

"Let me get my bag from my room and I'll come?" You nod before telling her the room number. A small peck and she's off towards the elevator.

You feel a sharp slap on you back and you look towards Macca, giving her a death glare.

"I'll stay with Lani tonight"

"Thanks Macca"

After going up to your room, you see Mapi waiting outside. You sneak up on her again and she give you a hard glare. The door unlocks and Mapi walks in, dropping her bag at the foot of the messy bed. Since you showered at the stadium, you get straight in bed signalling mapi to join you. You quickly change Mapi's flights and she's now on the same flight back sitting next to you. You cuddle up to the Spaniard and try not to fall asleep.

"Bebé?" Mapi whispers.

"Hmm?"

"I want to post us" You open your eyes and look confused and the heavily tatted woman.

"You want to announce us on Instagram?" You confirm and Mapi nods. You show Mapi the photo that one of the staff had taken and sent to you. Mapi agrees and you post it.

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marialeonn16: te amo princesa x

Ynyln: my baby ❤️

samanthakerr20: it’s about damn time

Ynyln: stfu

Mackenziearnold: no more secret keeping… yay! Happy for you xx

Ynyln: love you xx

caitlinfoord: so you both can visit now?

Ynyln: we will, promise!

2022

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Ynyln: six years later… can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together… te amo mi amor ❤️

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The only thing stronger than Antisemitism in the American right wing, is their Islamophobia.

If they ever realized many Palestinians are Christians, the tables would turn real quick.

To all the Jewish people now siding with the right wing and spreading their violent bs everywhere, remember this: they hate us.

They only tolerate and support us when the "enemy" is someone they hate more.

Before the UK and European colonizers created Israel, Palestine was a land where Muslims, Christians and Jews lived together; once Israel was established, Israeli forces started stealing land, houses and belongings from Palestinians of the "wrong religion" to make space for European Jews.

This started in 1917, long before WWII and Nazi Germany.

Since then, Israel has displaced millions of Palestinians, killed and imprisoned thousands.

When in 2018 Palestinians peacefully marched, the biggest peaceful march in the world, Israel shot them.

When in 2014 Israel bombed Gaza, Israeli civilians gathered in cities nearby with binoculars and popcorn to enjoy the show.

Little Israeli children wrote their names on the rockets.

Israel has killed over 3000 Palestinian children in the last 20 years alone.

Israel destroyed Gaza's only airport in 2001 (and is currently bombing the only escape point into Egypt; they are trapped)

Israli soldiers officially left the Gaza Strip in 2005, but the Israeli government still has control of Gaza's water, electricity, road/routes for the arrival of food, fuels, medicine, etc.

Gaza is the world's biggest concentration camp, under Israeli control.

As a Jew, I don't say this lightly. But there is no other word for it.

I will never call Gaza a "prison", because in most societies prisons are filled with criminals; the Palestinians are innocent people forced into a concentration camp, turned into an extermination camp.

And before you start: Israel created Hamas. And Hamas is a recent political development. Palestinias have been suffering since long before its creation.

Recently, in 2019 Netanyahu, Israel's current prime minister, said that the only way to stop the creation of a Palestinian State was to SUPPORT Hamas.

(The other political party in Palestine wanted peace BUT at the condition that Palestine be recognized as an independent State; Israel couldn't tolerate that, so they supported Hamas, which was for armed resistance against apartheid... Israel literally chose the continuation of violence because they couldn't tolerate Palestinian freedom)

He also defended Hitler, saying he wasn't antisemitic, he was just controlled by Palestinian forces.

And today, Netanyahu is acting like Hitler, trying to create a "breathing space" for Israel like Hitler tried to do for Germany.

As a Jew, I cannot stand with this. I cannot stand with apartheid. I cannot stand with genocide. I cannot stand with colonization.

And you, right wing or left wing... don't you ever dare say "Never again!" from now on if you side with Israel.

"Never again!" is happening right now.

There can be no peace without justice. No justice without freedom. No freedom without colonizers giving back stolen land.

No other people in the world was ever given the right and international permission to create a theocratic ethnostate at the cost of innocent lives.

Israel has violated international law and committed war crimes for the past century, with the blessing of the Western World.

This is unforgivable.

Israel has lied about Israeli children being locked in cages: it was actually Palestinian children in Israeli cages, and international media, which of course ran with it, had to issue a correction.

It has lied about Israeli children being beheaded. The government of Israel and the White House then issued a correction: there is no proof of such thing.

It has lied about dead Israeli hostages, when their families have come out saying they are still alive, they have spoken with them and they are being treated in Gazan hospitals... which Israel is currently targeting and bombing.

What I have seen with my own eyes, is videos of Hamas soldiers help Israeli children, putting clothes on them, rocking them to sleep, giving the water.

What I have seen, is videos of Israeli hostages who were quickly let go say how nice the Hamas soldiers were with them.

What I have seen, is the video of an Israeli woman and Hamas soldiers telling her "No one will harm you! Tell them this is the humanity of Palestinians" as she and her children were let go without incident.

What I have seen, is videos of Palestinian children without a head: this morning Israel ordered them to live the north of Gaza before they would bomb it again in 24 hours; Palestinians obeyed... and Israel bombed them as they marched south. Israel lied. It was a trap. Children blown to bits.

What I have seen, is videos of dead Palestinian civilians and Israeli pissing on their corpses while cheering.

What I have seen, is videos of mutilated Palestinian civilians and Israeli driving their cars over them while cheering.

What I have seen is videos of armed Israeli civilians shooting at unarmed Palestinians (the Israeli where given guns by the IDF).

What I have seen is countless videos of injured and dead Palestinian children (over 600 were killed in the last 6 days)

What I have seen, is Israeli soldiers pouring concrete on water springs to make sure no water can reach Gaza in any way possible (water in Gaza is 97% undrinkable already; now Israel has cut it off altogether and eliminated all natural resources of it as well)

War crime after war crime after war crime.

Israel says "release the hostages!" while keeping thousands of Palestinians in Israeli prisons for "secret motives" and "concerns" (which is the whole reason why 100 hostages were taken in the first place: to be exchanged).

Israel says "release the hostages!" but it has already killed 13 of them with their bombs.

Israel is targeting hospitals, refugee camps, residential buildings, even ambulances.

Israel is using white phosphorus, which is illegal according to international law.

It has just used it on a children's hospital.

It had also bombed and killed people in Syria and Lebanon.

Egypt knew the attack from Hamas was coming, and told Netanyahu. He did nothing.

He wanted this to happen so that he could start a "war" and exterminate Palestinians once and for all.

It's not really a war. Not when the oppressor has the 4th best military force in the world, nuclear power, the Iron Dome and billions of dollars in international support from the US... while the oppressed have homemade rockets, no water, no electricity, no fuel.

It's a genocide.

When will it be enough for the Western world to condemn it?

I and many other Jewish people stand for a free Palestine ✊🏾✡️️🇵🇸

#gaza #gaza strip #middle east #palestine

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dragoneyes618 · 17 days ago

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With all the global apoplexy triggered by the idea of shipping out the Palestinians to create a Gazan Riviera, the full import of Trump’s plan has actually gone under the radar. Such is the shock that weeks later commentators are still struggling for a frame of reference.

Here’s what they’re missing: Trump’s program doesn’t just rip up the hoary two-state consensus that has reigned unchallenged since 1967 — it sets the clock back all the way to 1948.

At the heart of Trump’s plan are two assumptions: that the Palestinians can’t remain in Gaza, and that going forward, the Arab world must pick up the pieces.

Attention so far has focused on the first element, with the left foaming at the mouth about ethnic cleansing. But the second part is equally revolutionary, because for the first time in a century, it takes a blowtorch to the real source of the conflict.

The Palestinian victim narrative was born as soon as Israel’s puny forces drove out the armies of six Arab states in 1948. The Nakba — or catastrophe, as the Palestinians refer to their defeat — proved a convenient tool for the Arab world in general.

Keeping the losers and their descendants in refugee camps — as opposed to absorbing them as Israel did for the Jews forced to flee their homes in Arab countries — was great policy as far as generations of Arab leaders were concerned.

Not only were they spared the bother of looking after their supposed brethren — those selfsame leaders soon discovered that Palestinians festering in refugee camps in Jordan and Lebanon pressured Israel to make concessions. So they created the world’s only perma-refugees — a tool with which to bludgeon Israel.

What wasn’t to love about Palestinian misery? If the Arabs couldn’t win on the battlefield, they could win at the (non)-peace table.

Of course, that great con would never have worked without Western connivance. The chattering-class consensus that the only acceptable outcome was further Israeli concessions ultimately enabled Palestinian obduracy.

Along the way there were the rare pro-Israel thinkers who identified the central problem as the Arab refusal to pay the price of defeat. Daniel Pipes, president of the Middle East Forum, called the result a decades-long “war process.” In 2018, the Israel Victory Caucus was founded in Congress to push the novel idea that peace could only come about by recognition that the Palestinians had lost.

- Gedalia Guttentag, Mishpacha Magazine, February 19 2025

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boots-with-the-fur-club · 1 year ago

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collapsedsquid · 3 months ago

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Her life was completely upended in early November of 2018, amid one of the driest autumns on record in the Sierra Nevada, when the deadly Camp Fire swept into her hometown of Paradise, Calif., killing 85 people and destroying nearly 19,000 structures — the most expensive climate-related disaster in the world that year. "There are positives," she says. "My family got out alive." But Foudray's family home, a two-bedroom two-bath mobile, was a total loss. Five years later, she's still mostly living in an RV on her burned-out lot, hoping to get a new home within the next year.

[...] In the weeks and months immediately after the Camp Fire, survivors were anxious to get home. They soon became frustrated, angry about the slow pace of even just removing the fire debris. Then as the months dragged on, the scope of what was ahead began to settle in. It took nine months just to remove all the hazardous toxins and debris piles before the first homes could be rebuilt. Paradise's recovery had a lot stacked against it from the beginning due to its largely elderly and low-income population. Many were forced to leave in search of affordable housing.

[...] Originally built out into dense forests, Paradise today is a changed land. One million trees have been removed; the coastal range to the west and Sawmill Peak and the Sierra foothills to the east are now visible. Roads are being newly paved or reconfigured and blocked by flaggers. Utility crews are digging trenches and burying all the new power lines underground. And main thoroughfares are clogged with construction traffic. All the new homes have to meet tougher wildfire codes, including a new local ordinance that bans any porches or other fixtures built from combustible materials in the immediate perimeter of houses.

[...] This costs a lot of money. And it turns out a lot of the aid coming into disaster areas — like the millions pouring into Lahaina right now — tends to go to rebuilding infrastructure, not individual private homes. "We're not good at this in our country," says Ed Mayer, executive director of the Housing Authority for Butte County, which includes Paradise. "Our history of disasters, and no fault of their own, FEMA sort of has a one size fits all approach." The U.S. government typically comes in and tries to help people find temporary housing quickly while disaster victims figure out how to rebuild. But Mayer says that doesn't work in states like California and Hawaii where there has been a worsening affordable housing crisis for years. "Our wish at the very outset of this disaster was, hey, we want some soap bubble housing," Mayer says. "And when I say soap bubble housing, we want some housing we can erect tomorrow."

Still, five years later, Mayer's office is celebrating some successes. There are some 3,000 affordable housing units now in development in the county, thanks in large part to housing officials leveraging aid and various grants. Most are not in Paradise, however, and officials say it's probably a fraction of what's actually needed. In the days after the fire, an estimated 35,000 displaced people flooded into nearby cities like Chico.

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olivette-branch · 5 months ago

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Oh baby, is it time.

normally this is where you'd expect to see @yamball and her magnificent primers.

Alas, it is but me and my attempt to let the world know about the puck-slinging, hit-throwing, scared of haunted houses, pale as a vampire forward that has captured our hearts:

Tye Kartye

photo credits: steph chambers

*disclaimer: all of this information is googleable & found across various interviews from Tye, his parents and other information surrounding him & games he has been in! If you want a link to a specific article, please feel free to ask! Also, feel free to send this to others, but keep the primer on tumblr & don't crosspost to other platforms :) keeping fourth walls intact is very important to me.

Childhood

Tye Kartye was born to Richelle & Todd Kartye on April 20, 2001.

His mom is a clinical nurse educator & his father is a chemistry teacher in Kingston.

Tye also has a younger sister, Talya, who is two years younger. They were both also incredibly athletic kids. Tye played soccer and hockey, plus touch football while Talya played basketball and volleyball.

This boy is also so hardworking. Well-known by the nickname, "No Quit" Kartye, he is constantly lauded by numerous past coaches as incredibly hard-working, and focused. To quote his dad, he knew from his childhood that, "he wanted and was going to be in the NHL."

included also, since there are very few photos of Karts as a kiddo: here are some of his Prezi's. Note from topics like stick flex to environmental effects, he is so dedicated and focused in his details. Truly a teachers' son

Stick Flex Prezi

Environmental Effects Prezi

Tough Road Ahead

Of course, Tye's path hasn't been easy to where he is and it starts pretty young.

He took the more traditional route, played in house leagues before going up into high school hockey and then AA & AAA.

Of course, then comes time for the OHL draft. Karts isn't drafted in the first round, nor the second round, not even the third.

Tye is drafted by the Soo Greyhounds in 2017 in the eighth round. Not only is he selected dead in the middle, but he also was cut his first training camp. Instead, he went back to midget AAA and worked his ass off.

In fact, his former coach John Dean, who was named HC of the Greyhounds in 2018-2019 had heard about the skinny kid told to get bigger/stronger in his exit meeting. He came in that year, and said about Karts that "Here comes this moose of a man, who clearly took direction very literally and took it to heart."

Karts took his time in the OHL, and spent a good bit of it working to improve. As it came closer to draft time, he bumped up his work to a more physical level. This was supposed to help his game, but also his potential for the draft. Keep this in mind.

Karts was first eligible for the 2019 draft. He was not selected. Now, he'll mention that he didn't feel he was ready at all at the time.

But! He does partake in the 2019 Development Camp for the Toronto Maple Leafs.

So, Karts plays another year and, is eligible for the 2020 draft.

He isn't selected again. In fact, routinely his scouting reports talk about his skating ability, or lack thereof. Even for a larger player for his age (6'0 and 175+), his skating was seemingly enough of a deterent. He was disappointed, especially after a good season.

Then 2020-21 hits and the OHL season is cancelled. Tye keeps practicing.

photo credits: this blog post about tye

The Undrafted Kid

2021 comes, and the Kraken need bodies for their first development camp. They've got draft picks (Matty Beniers, Ryker Evans, Ryan Winterton to name a few) but they've gotta invite a few more for the incoming guys to spend time with.

Mike Dawson, a scout for the Kraken, started doing his homework. He noted how weird it was this kid hadn't been picked, mentioned it might be because he's a later bloomer.

He gets an invite to the 2021 Development Camp, and while he doesn't get a contract the Kraken now know his name.

He begins to push in his 2021-22 season with the Greyhounds. Not only did he recieve an A, he also scored over 100 career points with them, but also ended the year 4th overall in league scoring, and led the league in PPGs and GWGs as well as ended the season with 79 points (and 57 PIMs, he's been a bit of yapper his whole life).

So March 2022 hits, and the Kraken finally bite. Tye gets an ELC, and he's ready to work.

Also additionally, Ron Francis is an ICON for Tye, who is a Soo Greyhounds alum. The Rink in the Soo is literally on Ron Francis Way.

CVF + Hard Work makes the Dream Work

Tye comes into the new CVF team for the 22-23 season. He attended Kraken training camp, but let's be real. Tye needed more time to prepare.

Karts comes in, and is ready to show off what he can do. He also is trading cold, Canadian weather for the hot Valley and grabbing his golf clubs.

Note of importance: he becomes really good friends with Ryker Evans & Luke Henman.

He starts as a fourth-liner. And, he struggles. He has little ice time, as well as few opportunities.

But, he gets better. And better, and better and better. Soon, he's one of the Firebird's top 6 forwards, and he's skyrocketing towards being a potential call up.

Although it comes later, by the end of the 22-23 Firebirds season (off of a devastating Game 7 loss to the Hershey Bears), Tye is awarded the Dudley "Red" Garrett Memorial Award for AHL Rookie of the year and is also placed on the AHL Rookie All-Star Team. He led all rookies in points, and appeared in every game for the Firebirds that season.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves, because Tye's breakout moments in the AHL don't just end there. They lead to the real deal.

photo credits: Firebirds Media

The Call Up & Goal Heard Round Colorado

So come April, Tye gets recalled to the Kraken who are going on a completely unprecedented and expected playoff run. Not only is it a little unexpected (he's a rookie coming up from his first year in the AHL instead of a vet, and he's having to replace the Jared McCann).

But, Tye gets it because of what has always been the case. He's a hardworker, a grinder and he will make others notice him through it.

So, he comes in for Game 5 of the First Round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs versus the Colorado Avalanche. He finds out that morning he's playing, and sends a single word text to his mom, just saying "playing" at 12:00 PM EST.

His parents begin their journey to Denver, arriving just a few minutes into the first period.

The first period stays scoreless, and the second begins. Geekie scores, before a response by Nathan MacKinnon.

Then a few moments later, Nate MacKinnon trips and is laying on the ground. The crowd is roaring for a call, and Eberle is skating the puck up and around Colorado goal. A quick shot down and a one-timer from Karts nails the puck in the back of the net past the Avs goalie.

Let me say, even for those as a fan of the Avs, the look on NateMac's face when this happens is unbelievable. He's in shock, completely. And meanwhile, Tye is having a fantastic time grinning and celebrating what only 7 other players have done, scoring their first goals in the Stanley Cup Playoffs.

Also, let it be noted that Karts gets back to the locker room after the game. Pure joy from his goal, and what is the first thing he does? Check his phone to see the Firebirds game and how they did.

Not only was that his first instinct, he also was almost more excited about the potential to be back down with the Firebirds. He loves following his dream, but god did he love the Firebirds and family he built there.

Of course, the Kraken’s road to the Stanley Cup is ended in Game 7 of the Second Round vs. the Stars. But! In this time, Kartye has stayed up and even in the place of Jared McCann in some spots.

And then he goes back down to CV for the harrowing journey that was their 22-23 Calder Cup Playoff Run.

photos credit: Steph Chambers & Icon Photography

The Summer After & Rookie Experiences

Of course, Tye became one to watch in the lead up to the 23-24 season.

During which included a delightful video with bestie Ryker Evans and Matt Tennyson, on Episode 7 of Tenny Talks.

I'm simply going to link to the video, because it is insanely funny and it also shows off Tye's personality so well.

So, the summer ends and Tye ends up with the Kraken for 23-24 season.

I could probably spend hours discussing this season, but for our key highlights we're gonna focus on just a few things.

Throwback to our note of importance: anytime Ryker gets called up, he stays in a hotel. Not only does he end up knowing the car valet by name, any time he does almost anything, it is with Tye & Joey. He literally went over to Tye’s to do laundry while Tye’s girlfriend cooked them dinner. Besties for real.

First and foremost, Tye doesn't get a ton of chances. First rookie up (really the only rookie during the season for the Kraken minus other call ups), he gets scratched first a decent amount of times, especially prior to December. But! He keeps working hard, and by the end of the season he has well cemented his place as a fourth liner (who can def move up the line up if needed to).

Second, he really starts to gain a lot of perspective & skills from Yanni Gourde. Note, not only did he dress up as the Easter Bunny in 2024 for the Kraken's kiddos (like Matty did in 2023), but he also really focuses on the aspects of his game that he can improve and make stronger. So what does he do?

He gets into a few scrums (which early on he loses badly), and becomes known as a player who will fight for his teammates. (key fights include: him absolutely lighting up Pospisil after the first period hit on Adam in the Kraken v. Calgary game on March 3).

He also starts to up his physicality. And when I say up, I mean up. Tye ended the 23-24 season with 229 hits, placing him 19th in the entire league.

And of my favorite: Tye is a Grade A yapper. Like literally, this man will yap whenever he needs to. And one of the most iconic times might I add is against Connor McDavid, who Karts almost succeeds to into scrapping with. Known non-fighter Connor McDavid. (Note: this occurred after McDavid checked Ryker Evans, these firebirds turned squids don't play about each other).

photo credits: steph chambers (i believe, but if not, please correct me!)

gifs from: @starshipoftheseus

This Season and Beyond

So where does that leave Tye now? Well, if you tune in to almost any Kraken game, you're sure to see him on the fourth line (likely with Yanni Gourde & Brandon Tanev).

He’s likely to be spotted hanging out with fellow former firebirds Joey Daccord, Shane Wright, and Ryker Evans. They all went to the Halloween party in a group costume and are frequent dinner buddies, with Joey finding gluten-free restaurants for himself and Ryker.

There's also some interest bubbling up, especially because as of posting this, the Kraken re-acquired Daniel Sprong. What does that mean? Well, due to lots of cap things & money stuff, the Kraken essentially with every player healthy can only carry a 20-man roster. This means either someone has to be traded, or you've gotta send the 13th forward down to the AHL. While Karts hasn't been rumored in any trades (and frankly his contract isn't big enough trade value-wise to really help), there is still the possibility he could go on waivers and be sent back down to CV if not performing. So this is definitely a step-up time while the Kraken wait for Vince Dunn to get off of LTIR (which we saw on the 11/12 game against CBJ, where Karts scored the first goal in the second period and his second of the year).

#kraken lb #tye kartye #krakenblr #seattle kraken #kraken lore #liv's stuff

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