#about alessia
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if someday the moon calls you by your name don't be surprised / because every night i tell her about you
Richard Siken I Had A Dream About You / Vance Joy Mess Is Mine / Alessia Di Cersare The Side Effects of Eating Too Many Clementines / Frank O'Hara Biotherm / pinterest / pinterest / Tyler Knott Gregson Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series / Amrita Pritam Pinjar: The Skeleton & Other Stories / Ron Hicks Twilight Conversation / Joseph Marius Jean Avy Bal Blanc / Natalie Diaz Postcolonial Love Poem / Shahrazad al-Khalij
#on love#on emotion#on falling on love#on yearning#on pining#richard siken#i had a dream about you#vance joy#mess is mine#alessia di cersare#the side effects of eating too many clementines#frank ohara#biotherm#tyler knott gregson#chasers of the light#amrita pritam#pinjar#ron hicks#twilight conversation#joseph marius jean avy#bal blanc#natalie diaz#post colonial love poem#shahrazad al khalij#poem#writing#words#spilled poetry#dark academia#spilled thoughts
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The friendship none of us knew we needed
#Arsenal: the past and present#there's just something so personal about lessi choosing to sit next to jord after being subbed off#also the synchronized ponytail whips 😂#alessia russo#jordan nobbs#engwnt#A.gifs
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prayer circle for stina and russo on the pitch at the same time
#if they aren't jonas is sabotaging arsenal#DON'T MAKE ME WATCH CHELSEA WIN THIS#idgaf about anything else just play russo in the 10 and stina in the 9#arsenal wfc#fuck jonas#i hate chelsea#i hate emma hayes#jonas is arsenal wfc's worst enemy#stina blackstenius#alessia russo#they are not enemies they are fwends
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5 - why the hell do you love me?
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“Pleaseeee? I’ll do the dishes for the rest of the week?” Alessia pouted, eyes pleading as her eyes kept darting between you and the corner of your shared bedroom.
“Lessi you’d already be doing them anyways…you made that promise yesterday when we were in the exact same situation,” you laughed, leaning against the doorframe.
“But-“
“Baby, it’s not that bad, I promise. You got this!” You grinned, eyes full of mirth.
You couldn’t help but find the situation amusing, you doing your best to hide your constant smile behind the neck of your hoodie.
“I’ll- I’ll…erm…,” head swivelling between both sides of the room, the blonde tried to come up with another trade, something, anything, that would get her out of this situation ASAP.
“I’ll take the blame the next five times we’re late for practice!” She yelped, eyes widening as she saw the slightest movement from the corner of her eyes, head whipping to stare intently at the opposite side of the room, her back to you.
You couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped you no matter how hard you tried. Nearly bent over, hands on your knees, you shook with laughter. Shaking your head as you rose to your standing form, you wiped a lone tear from the corner of your eye. Short of breath, you just barely managed to get the next words out.
“Love, if you stare any harder at it, I won’t even need to do anything here,” you jested.
“It’s not funny…” Looking briefly at you, the striker shot you a desperate look, eyes full of fear as she swallowed hard.
You finally relented, heart melting at just how absolutely terrified she looked.
“I’ll cut you a deal, yeah? I’ll take it out but you have to follow me as I do....”
Apparently that exchange wasn’t as good as you thought it was, Alessia whipping her head to give you an incredulous stare, momentarily forgetting about her woes.
“No! What- Why?” She sputtered out, shooting you a pout before her voice turned sweet, chin tilting up towards you. “Baby, please can you just get rid of it? If you love me?”
Jaw dropping, a surprised look on your face at her antics, her attempt at guilt-tripping you nearly successful, you shook your head in mock disbelief.
“Less, what would you do if I wasn’t here? Like, you’d have to get rid of it by yourself somehow…” You shook your head in faux disappointment, a smile giving away just how annoyed you were (spoiler: it was not at all).
“I’d move out.”
The blonde’s reply was so definitive and quick, you couldn’t help but bark out a laugh.
“Less…” Rolling your eyes playfully, you made your way to the corner of the room, the paper you had been hiding behind your back finally making its presence known.
As you approached the barely penny-sized spider chilling on the wall, you could make out the sound of Alessia’s footsteps behind you, the noise getting suspiciously quieter and quieter with each step.
Turning in your tracks, hands on your hips, you tilted your head as you took in the blonde who was nearly halfway out the door, a sheepish smile on her face.
“Okay and where do you think you’re going?” Eyebrow raised in question, you tapped your foot as Alessia shot you an embarrassed look, no doubt ashamed at being caught mid-getaway.
“…away?” Shooting you a toothy grin, the Arsenal striker took a slow step backwards, testing you.
Unfortunately for her however, you weren’t having it, enjoying her discomfort of arachnids too much to let her escape now.
“Nuh-uh, get back here…or I’m not taking it out,” you threatened, confident that Alessia wouldn’t take that risk.
And you were proven right in your judgement a second later, Alessia despondently making her way to you, shoulders caved inwards.
Grinning toothily, you quickly placed a peck on her cheek in appreciation before you made your way over to the spider, paper held taut.
Doing your best to teach the blonde how to catch spiders on her own, you made a point to show her how to hold the sheet of paper, curling it just enough to give it some structure as you wiggled it underneath the arachnid.
Eyes dancing in amusement, you chuckled as Alessia watched you with wide eyes, stepping back quickly from you as you started walking towards the door, the spider on your paper like it was Aladdin.
“Love, I don't know what they teach you here in England but spiders can't fly....” you laughed out.
Getting a groan in return, your smile didn't leave your face for a second, cheeks beginning to hurt now.
Quickly making your way outside to the garden, you gently put the paper down on the ground as watched as the tiny eight-legged fuzzball scampered away.
Standing upright, you turned to the blonde that had followed you.
“What would you do without me?” You teased, a twinkle in your eye.
“Probably change homes every other day.” The cheeky response had you shaking your head with a smile on your face, eyes rolling at the dumb joke.
Punching the striker playfully, you intertwined your fingers as you led her back inside.
“Please tell me you at least learned how I did that?”
You groaned as the Gunner shook her own head, the smile on her face saying everything.
“Alessia!”
She shot you a toothy grin, bringing your intertwined hands up and placing a gentle kiss on the back of yours. “I guess you’ll just have to stick around for the rest of my life huh?.”
“So I can continue getting rid of spiders for you?”
“Yup,” Alessia smirked, popping the ‘p’.
“You’re lucky you’re cute, y’know?” You smiled softly, liking the idea of forever with your girl.
Pulling away from the blonde, ready to head back to where you had initially been- on the couch reading your book- you placed another quick kiss on her cheek.
“By the way, you’re still taking the blame for the next five times we’re late for practice!”
And with that, you took off, scrambling to get away from Alessia before she could protest, her groan of disapproval ringing throughout your home as you vibrated with laughter.
Maybe a future of being your love’s designated spider catch didn’t sound so bad after all, especially not when the promise of forever was slipped in between.
#not proofread as usual#on a spree of posting mediocre works and i'm too lazy to do anything about it#alessia russo x reader#alessia russo imagine#alessia russo#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso one shot#woso community#woso#fluff#my writing#part 5 of a 15 part series :)#bpom#blurb#two fics in two days? who am i?
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obsessed with her little chain necklace
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Daughter of the House of Dreams: A Fragment
Author's Note: This is the opening to a long-abandoned "Sleeping Beauty" retelling that I no longer plan to write, but I still like it as a piece of prose, and it sparked my enduring interest in second-person narration, so it feels relevant, and why should long-dead authors be the only ones who get to have their unfinished fragments published?
If you ever travel to Monetta City, be sure to visit Faraway Lane. Walk past the glittering new shops, and the shoppers in their bright silk dresses and top hats, and you'll find a cozy stone shop at the end of the street. This shop isn't grand and mighty like the other shops. It won't sniff and turn you away if your clothes aren't the latest fashion. It's a grandmotherly old shop that shakes its head at the prancing and preening of the younger shops, and invites you in instead. It holds no wares in its windows; it hardly has windows at all. But it has a warm and wide wooden door, with a shingle hanging above—Alessia Day, maker of dreams.
Don't ponder the sign's message too long—it means exactly what it says. Just slip inside, shut the door behind you, and look. Don't breathe too deeply, unless you want a week of crazy dreams, but allow yourself one gasp of astonishment. You won't be able to stop yourself. No living person has failed to feel awe toward the rows and rows of shelves, longer than streets and taller than palaces, filled to bursting with glass bottles in such bright colors that the dresses in the other shops' windows would weep in envy. Some bottles are the size of thumbnails. Most fit comfortably in the palm. Some are as large as breadboxes or steamer trunks or carriage horses, but the shelves manage to fit them all. And each bottle is filled to the brim with dreams.
If you don't understand, ask Alessia Day. You'll find her at a counter half a mile from the door, polishing bottles and humming a song you've heard but can't remember. She's an old woman now, and proud of it, but squint your eyes and start to daydream, and you'll see her as I remember her—a willow-wand girl with shining brown hair and eyes that sparkle with half-formed jokes.
Tell this girl how pretty she is (she'll laugh and call you crazy) and ask about her dreams. She'll tell you of her stock and sell you any dream you ask for—daydreams and pipe dreams, dreams of love, dreams of adventure, dreams of loved ones lost and loved ones found and people you've never met but wish you had. She'll show you dreams of lush and perfect islands, dreams where fishes fly through the air, and dreams where people swim the seas with fishes' tails. She'll pull down dreams that last a second but linger a lifetime, dreams that fill a month of stormy nights, dreams that fade on waking and dreams that drown out memories. If you let her, she'll talk of dreams until you drift off, and she'll bottle up your dream while you doze.
But if you're smart (I know you are) you'll step to the counter with a clear glass bottle, empty of everything but air, and ask for her story instead. She'd distill it in a dream for you, and be glad to do it—I once saw her whip it up in half a minute, and I'll bet she's even faster now. Buy the dream, but don't drink it right away. You won't be ready for it. Linger in the shop a while. Hear the story first from Alessia Day's lips, in that voice of hers that's sweeter than singing.
You won't believe half of it, but when you stagger from the shop and wander the empty, starlit streets, you'll ponder over passages until you stumble into bed at sunrise. And when you wake, the world will be different—you'll see tiny footprints on the windowsills, know things about the shadows on the walls, tip your hat to creatures in the corner of your eye, and realize there is another color no one else can see. You'll laugh and call it your imagination, but every second Tuesday, you'll start to wonder if the old woman was right, if the things she told you were true.
If you drink the dream she made, you'll know. I'll understand if you don't—some things are easier not to know. But if you do, and dream through her story, come to my house and ring the bell. My man will let you in—he'll know you by the wonder on your face. He'll bring you to my study, set you in my oldest, softest chair, and get us both settled with a steaming pot of tea. Then, once you've finished babbling, I'll close my eyes and tell you my part in the tale.
#the bookshelf progresses#i had completely forgotten the story that this was supposed to be the prologue to#then over the weekend i found the plot summary again#it was actually pretty cool#it was about this girl whose family served as the most prestigious dream-makers in the nation#because they provide dreams to the famed cursed and sleeping princess#and then she discovers that the princess could have been woken a bunch of times over the century#but her family prevented it because they didn't want to lose their cash cow#and then of course she has to find a way to break the curse#i don't know why i thought having this random dude as narrator was the way to go#(unless the story morphed a lot between initial idea and whatever story i intended to write with this prologue)#he was probably in the prince role#and would marry the princess while remaining friends with alessia#beyond that i have no clue what i was going for#(also i don't think i would do the 'he teams up with this girl and marries someone else' plot if i did it today#because i hate marian halcombe situations where the hero develops a strong dynamic with his adventure partner#only to for some inexplicable reason marry someone pretty and boring)#anyway today's a day where i want to write and don't really have time to#so i'm just posting this instead
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if this is true, united sucks.
#how do you possibly expect players to stay when you put them through all this?#i don’t even want to think about ona’s contract now#alessia russo#muwfc#manchester united wfc#woso#women’s soccer#women’s football
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No way carol finally putting lore of these idiots on tumblr, lmao sometimes i forget i talked about them mainly just on instagram.
As i mentioned in a previous post, these girls are two separate entities that got bound together by the powers of the duo gem. Which is essentially a synthetic parasite created by the Chess kingdom during the grand war, the goal was to create an actifact that could fuse two warrioes together, leading to the creation of a new, stronger soldier. But because of the war and the struggles that come with it this level was never achived in the creation of these gemstones, majority of them was destroyed by attacks from the Canopy kingdom and the remaining few were hidden by its creators.
Naturally, there are curious people who would pay a fortune to get their hands on these relics, and that's exactly what Mariana was hired to do; find the duo gemstone and bring it to the buyers.
The thing is, she didn't know about the expreimental, and rather unstable, nature of the gemstone. She just new that it was this big shiny thing she was sent after, so Mari went about it as usual and before she knew it she had been sucked inside the actifact and was now locked in this small red room with sparkling walls.
On the oustide world, the gem attached itself to the back of her jacket and stayed like that for almost a whole year until this jacket was purchased by Dagger after ending up in some street market.
Dagger who at this point in time was fresh out of the Silent stalkers, the criminal organization responsible for training ninja assasins for hire that she had been taken into after becoming an orphan during the Grand war. So she wasn't doing much with her life and was sorta just sulking around without purpose or much will to do anything.
So she brought the jacket and it was when she put it on that the gemstone ripped through it and attached itself to her back (Dagger's spine to be more specific), it was only then that Mariana was able to come out of it, in that trage shadowy form, permanently attached to the other girl's back.
So yeah, not the best conditions.
They're not on good terms at all at the start, with Dagger constantly complaining and being bothered about the situation which angers Mariana a whole lot and they end up arguing most of the time + she's generally very angry/distressed over losing her body and being stuck to Dagger, who at that point she saw as nothing but a good for nothing lazy bitch.
It's after a little while that she finds out about Dagger's past of being a trained assasin and all (Dagger herself told her, she shares information very easily without much thought) and that's when Mariana has an idea of how to get herself out of this mess; She'll manipulate Dagger into going after the skullheart so that she can snatch it and wish to have her body back.
So Mariana gathers her old gear and insists that she does have talent when it comes to fighting and shouldn't give up on it, she fixes Dagger's old uniform, gets her back into training by sparring in their apartment, and then tells her that if they were able to fight and defeat the skullgirls they could bring the skullheart back to the Silent stalker's base which would show them just how strong Dagger is, after all, killing a skullgirl is no easy feat.
Dagger finds the idea awesome and gets totally on board with hunting down the skullgirl. Being unaware of Mariana's ulterior motives, she wholeheartedly trust her and pretty much adores her, she sees her as the first person in years who actually put faith in her and a real friend! It's this love from Dagger's part that leads to them developing a real friendship, with Mariana genuinely carring for someone other than her for once.
Will she be able to go through with her plans involving the skullheart?
#they're 23 year olds currently. have known eachother for about two years now#also i couldn't find a good place to shove this but the reasom Dagger was kicked out of the Silent sralkers#+being considered their worst assassin#is because of her huge fear of blood. which stopped her from performing as well as the others#since the organization is known for their brutal and gory assassinations#of which Dagger simply couldn't do because of her hemophobia#skullgirls#skullgirls oc#skullgirls 2nd encore#stuck together#Mariana#Dagger#Alessia Ambrosia#hyena scribbles#oc#original character
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noah schnapp please explain what is sexy about colonialism, apartheid and murdering children
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guys hear me out. alessia as ben/willo's daughter. iktr!!!
#god bless the editor for picking these as thumbnails#literally about time to impregnate benjamin#ben's eyes but willo's babyish laugh I did cry when I saw this#fic material#je suis#alessia russo
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who cheered!!!! (i did)
finally here
#alessia russo#arsenal wfc#arsenal women#lionesses#about time it’s arrived#it’s so pretty i’m in love
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What pop music do you like? what have you been listening to lately?
oh baby the songs i listen to all came out six-ten years ago and they’re the clubbing music you white girl dance to 😭😭 sorry to disappoint!!
all time favs are lady gaga and glass animals. i used to be OBSESSED with melanie martinez and i still know all her songs soooo. still obsessed. the best era of music would always come around may when eurovision would happen bcuz im not kidding they have the best fucking songs but i will be boycotting from now on soooo. idk if that only includes watching the contest or if that includes listening to the songs, i will have to find out.
im just trying to think of consistent people i listen to and im really struggling urhm. used to be obsessed with nicki minaj and i still know so many of her songs but i do not support her and havent for a while…
in terms of recency i guess ive been getting into pastel ghost and crystal castles? idk if thats pop but i like how it massages my brain. iris by crystal castles is SO good
yeah this was a long way to say my recent tastes is actually decades old 😭
#i can rank all my fav lady gaga songs. i love lady gaga. yall do not understand what artpop and born thjs way does to me#and im also obsessed with mitski but shes more indie pop so i left her out#ask#anon#back in the day my homegirls were alessia cara and daya so..#music taste is such a big thing for a lot of people and i always get scared to talk abt mine bcuz i dont listen to anything crazy#except eurovision songs. so ask me about my fav eurovision songs and trust i WILL talk about them!#not hp#what if i straight up told you idk what the pop genre is 🧍♀️
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Can we have some Emy and Alex Scott headcanons?
dance parties. alex opens a toddler club for her to give her the experience with a live performance (from jess ofc) (this kinda vibe)
alex loves to get punditry on arsenal game days because she always gets to hang out with emy
emy always sees her on tv and sees her interviewing people in person and that's how alex ends up interviewing her
emy actually has quite good football analysis, she's overheard everyone and just kind of repeats what they say, she's a little sponge. she doesn't know what it means but it sounds good and she sounds smart
alex often watches the match with emy especially if emy's favourite people aren't on the bench and emy then runs over to her mums at half time and full time when alex is on camera
emy's favourite thing is helping with the soundcheck beforehand because she can just say silly things into a microphone
#i would like to say i am typing this while watching match of the day#i was about to listen to alex scott analysis but my mum and brother are now debating the rules of football around yellow cards#it's been paused#but newcastle won so we're very happy#that comeback#lucas asks#luca writes#alex scott#leah williamson#alessia russo#emilia russo-williamson#is forever enough?
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I bet your parents taught you that you mean something, that you're here for a reason. My parents taught me a different lesson, dying in the gutter for no reason at all... They taught me the world only makes sense if you force it to.
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brunette lessi making an appearance?? she looks so good i can’t handle it
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