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carlandhoe · 19 days
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Hilarious combo when I opened insta after just waking up (5minutes ago) and the first thing I saw was this :
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And the following was this :
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i don't know if you guys have been keeping up with the women's world cup but this past sunday spain won against england. and you would think this would be the best moment of their careers and their lives but you wanna know what happened?
the spanish football federation's president non-consensually kissed one of the players, jenni hermoso, on the mouth when they were celebrating. this grown ass man took it upon himself to ruin the celebration for ALL the women who just achieved the thing they have been preparing for all their lives, literally the peak of a football player's career, they did it and he by himself ruined it.
and i say all the women because the other players, along 58 currently inactive and ex-players, stood up for jenni hermoso and have refused to play for the team until luis rubiales publicly apologizes and renounces his spot. now the rfef says they'll take legal action against the players and jenni for lying and because they have an obligation to play for the team.
do you remember how the men's world cup celebrations went? i do, im from argentina. no one said anything to any of the players, they were treated like kings for months and they are worshipped to this day. and rightfully so! they earned it i guess. but we do see the discrepancy?
how is it that we allow as a society for one man to sexually assault a woman right after achieving the thing another group of men got ceaselessly venerated for not even a year later? what do women have to do to earn respect? win the world cup? become the pride and joy of their country?
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chappellrroan · 4 months
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people who still hate Joe Alwyn need to get a life asap
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tv1xx · 20 days
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Mark chibi drawing
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compacflt · 5 months
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Do you ever think about how rooster probably had to walk past that poster of ice and mav shaking hands when he was at top gun the first time cause like
well ackshually top gun (navy fighter weapons school) moved out to NAS Fallon in Nevada after the USMC took control of NAS Miramar in 1996 (2006 in my timeline) so i don’t think he would’ve seen it there
but during training for the Dagger mission at NAS north island… the first time, Rooster was probably totally blindsided by it—made him stop dead in his tracks. Jesus. Who put that shit here. Exposing them in the light of day. Total bullshit. Then: “eugh.” And every time after that he just squared his shoulders & walked past & refused to look.
Every time MAV walked past it he probably hesitated & smiled. That’s me & my baby, that’s me & my tomcat, et cetera. oh my god we used to be so YOUNG. augh. look at us. —But can’t get caught staring, have to move on quickly. He has that picture in his wallet anyways. There will be time to look at it later ❤️
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xivdl · 7 months
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hits him with the babygirl beam
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this pic changed me as a man (I am so much more gayer since)
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long time no silly footy fanarts I've been doing comms and what not (I'm moving abroad lols) but have this lil smth I did in between before I head back out cheers!
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duckytree · 10 months
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i picked up stardew valley again and was not planning to rizz alex but this boy is like a pack of airplane peanuts and i cannot resist even tho i know he’s not good for me
anyway here’s my new farmer. his name is rune, he hates all cats except for his cat, and it turns out mining all day rlly builds up muscle
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hubba1892 · 4 months
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formulafootball66 · 1 year
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the 1 - jude bellingham
a/n: second fic! thank you for your sweet comments, your likes and your follows! ps! i snuck in some taylor swift references, from her song the 1! pairing: jude bellingham x reader warning: language, mention of sex wordcount: 2000 summary: jude never seemed to like you, but you can’t get him off of your mind, since that one time thing. then one night everything changes.
part two is on my profile
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It’s so hard to concentrate on doing your job when he is watching. His full concentration on you. He’s in the field. You’re on the sideline. You feel his eyes burning in your back. No doubt he’s thinking of possible insults. It doesn’t even bother you anymore, you’re used to him being so rude.
But you persist and resist to ask him that one question: if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? Did everything what happened in the parking lot still affect him? Did it mean nothing, or is it reason he’s treating you like that?
While wondering about this question, you feel yourself thinking about the day it all went down.
It was your first day of work. You had everything planned out. Your outfit, which water bottle you would take with you, which shoes were the nicest, which make up you’d wear. Everything was supposed to go perfect. It’s working for Borussia Dortmund, you had to not mess this up. You needed the money as an exchange student from England.
But it already went wrong the second you parked your car. A car honked at you and the driver opened his window. “Yo, that’s my spot! Get the fuck out of there!” He yelled, pissed and overreacting. You decided to just park in another spot, not wanting to ruin your first day.
You hoped that you wouldn’t have to see that asshole again. Trying to not be bothered by the rude boy, you walked into the stadium. You found your new workspace, slowly but surely, and the coach and manager greeted you. Their English was funny, they had a thick German accent. They told you what they expected from you and what you’re supposed to do today.
After a good thirty minutes they tell you to go meet the team. You nodded excited to meet the team you’ll working with.
When you walked into the gym area, you immediately saw him. He noticed you too, while doing some fitness exercise, which you didn’t what was called. Your eyes wandered over his body, sweaty and gleaming. Is this how that boy looks after a heavy workout? Is this what he would like after sex?
Fuck! You weren’t supposed to think that. An asshole like him didn’t deserve to look like he was sculpted by a God himself. You stopped looking when you saw he was about to say something.
“What the fuck is she doing here?”
“Bro, you know her?” A blond guy asked.
“She tried to steal my parking spot this morning,” he said, clearly still holding a grudge over something. It shouldn’t be that big of deal.
The coach gives him a stern look. “Jude Bellingham, no need to be rude. Boys, meet Y/N, our new photographer for social media. Y/N meet the boys you’ll be working with.” Feeling so many eyes on you, you felt uncomfortable.
“Uh, hi?” You tried, on hoping it would be less awkward.
Millions of voices said back a quick greeting.
“So, Y/N, why don’t you get started now. You already have your stuff, and we need photos of the players keeping themselves fit.” The coach said and you nodded. Okay, all you needed to do is take a couple pictures of these guys. Then your eyes wandered over the room once more. Oh god, how did you only realize that half of the team was shirtless?
The coach said his goodbye and I was left alone. You felt trapped in the lion’s den. But oh well, you needed to do your job.
So, there you were, moving around the place following the players everywhere. You definitely took a few good shots and you had edited them to look even better. You just didn’t want to mess anything up. The only thing that was messed up was Bellingham giving you snarky remarks every second.
At the end of the workday, you were exhausted. When the coach came up to you and he told you to get to the meeting room, you were scared. Were the photos you turned in not good enough?
Everyone was in the room, the team, the coaches and the social media team and some other staff members. You felt Jude’s eyes on me, watching every move.
“So, we just wanted to walk through your best photos. For the opinions of the social team and the players, alright?”
You felt nervous, were they all here for you? You nodded and the woman who leads the social media team opens her PowerPoint. You nervously played with the necklace hanging around your neck.
Everything went right and commentary on the photos was mostly positive, so you were very pleased with yourself.
“Now, we are going to show you our favorite picture of today. This shot will probably make all the girls go crazy. This is a perfect photo!” The woman said, in English with a thick German accent.
And, oh God, you immediately knew about which photo she was talking. She showed the next slide and there it was.
A picture of Jude throwing water over himself while he was shirtless.
He looks at me with a smirk and mouths “I knew you were staring”.
You shook your head and blush. Damn it, don’t let this boy affect you!
The younger players let out a whistle. “Bro, that’s a good one. Some many girls will lose their shit! Like you could meet some woman on the internet, show here this picture, and take her home!”
He didn’t say anything. He was still looking at you.
The manager closed off the meeting and everyone went home. But when you were about to step into my car, someone held you back.
“Y/N, wait a minute. Come on, I’ll make it count.” You turned your head around, probably faster than you should’ve. Jude. You close the door of my car and stood in front of it.
He looked you in the eyes, having to look down, because he’s mad tall. “I bet you enjoyed seeing that, huh? Bet you imagined all kind of things about me.”
“What are you talking about? I was just doing my job!” You said in your defense, but you have none.
“And I bet you thought about kissing me.” Now he was really pushing it too far. Sure, you thought he was attractive, but kissing? With him and his rude personality?
“I didn’t- “
“Because I know I did.” He said, before slamming his lips on yours. You let out a gasp and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue in. With his arm around your body, he slightly pushed against the car. You finally gave in to the kiss, your tongues swirling around each other. You let out a groan when you felt his hand on your ass. Your hands traveled up to his hair and you pull him closer. This earns you a groan from him. The kiss was getting more passionate by the minute.
After what felt like hours, he broke the kiss. “Even better than I imagined.” He winks and walks away, leaving you speechless.
It feels unreal to think about this again. Like he never said to you that he wanted to kiss me. Like he actually kissed you. You realized your thoughts were far away, so you focus on doing your job again.
Working for Borussia Dortmund was really exciting, but so tiring. You’ve been working as the team’s photographer for 6 months now. It is really a dream come true. It’s a shame that it is way less enjoyable with Jude around.
You promised yourself to not think about him again. You focused back on the important match. FC Koln versus Dortmund. Right now, Dortmund was in the lead, with 0-1, due to the goal of Julian Brandt and the assist of Bellingham. You got a couple of good shots of the celebration of the goal and their extremely focused faces.
You hear the familiar whistle, announcing that the first half is over. The team is pretty positive. Sure, that they could win this match.
But it all went down when FC Koln made two goals in 3 minutes. The boys haven’t lost faith in this game yet, but it looks worse and worse for them. Dortmund is surely trying to get back, and Jude even has a shot on target. The shot was sadly blocked. He is clearly mad about it. He looks at you, and you capture a picture of this slightly enraged Bellingham.
A while later, around the 71” minute of the game, the opposite team scores again. 3-1. Oh shit. Then a miracle happened. Benno Schmitz, from FC Kohn, scores an own goal! There was a bit of hope again for Dortmund.
But after 10 minutes the ending signal sounds. We lost. The guys clearly look upset. After a pep talk from the coach to the team and you editing the photos, you had taken today, you return to the hotel.
Back in your hotel room, you just chill for a bit. Replying to e-mails, checking the website of the club to see your photos, eating in the restaurant downstairs. At about eleven you were going to bed.
But your moment of peace, was the disturbed by a loud knock on your door. You groan and put on robe, who the hell comes here at this hour? 2 a.m. really?
You open the door and see Jude. “The fuck?” You let out, not knowing what to do. He just walks in straight to your bed, but then not walking straight at all.
“You’re drunk.” You state.
“That’s your fault.” He says, letting himself fall onto my bed. What the fuck is going on? How is it my fault that he’s drunk?
“It’s because you’re so pretty. I can’t stop looking at you, did you know you look really cute when you’re all focused on your camera?” He said with a big smile on his face, but that later turned into a pout. “You made me miss. You looked so pretty.”
Okay, now you’re really confused, is he being honest? You know what they say, drunken words are a sober mans thoughts. Did he really think that? And if he did, why did you still care? “And here I was thinking you hated me,” you said, trying to get more information out of him.
“No!’ He speaks. “You’re just so perfect, I can’t focus if you’re around. So, it’s easier to pretend like I don’t like you!”
God, he talked to me like I was a toddler, saying it like it is the most obvious thing ever. But it isn’t, why does he say this shit? If he wanted you, he really should’ve shown! Not by treating you like the worst thing to ever happen to him. You just feel so confused, definitely feeling something for this boy. Maybe this was all a drunken lie, but the butterflies in your stomach wouldn’t hear anything from it.
“Come on, let’s get you to your room,” you told him, looking at his state.
“No! Please, I want to stay with my girl!”
And goddamn, if your heart didn’t fluttered at hearing those words. The butterflies are going crazy too. It felt too good to be true.
“Fine, you can stay. Only because I am not able to carry you back to your room.” Your reason was pretty good, but you knew it was not completely true. He nods excitedly and takes of his shirt.
“Hold up, what are you doing?” You say, but you can’t your eyes raking over his body. This man is so fine.
“I’m getting comfy!” He puts himself to bed, laying under your blankets. “Don’t be shy, come lay with me, I’m tired!” Like it was his cue, he yawned. You join him but stay close to your side of the bed.
And none of them will ever know how they ended up tangled with each other, sleeping peacefully in each others’ arms. What they do know is that things will never be the same again.
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mqcuriosities · 4 months
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Hundreds of Spoons
Custom character beans on Etsy
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splickedylit · 1 year
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I know most of my new followers are for Homestuck but I just reread the entirety of Eyeshield 21 and: football manga good. So you'll have to forgive a brief interlude of "Splickedy's favorite minor character (and guests)" haha. Anyway do you think any of the gangsters Agon canonically cuckolded ever mistook Unsui for his twin brother and beat the shit out of him?? Ignore me.
...also tho relatedly I made a post about college Hiruma/Unsui in January and now I'm 26,000 words in, because,,, idk I've lost control of my life? Because "I realized in college that I'm queer and I have a million tons of repressed emotions behind a very cracked dam" is a big mood and maps onto Unsui too easily for me to resist? Because I'm still incredibly amused by the thought of how pissed off Agon would be if his brother started dating Hiruma? All of those things, lmao.
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takiki16 · 9 months
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goonersaurus · 8 months
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CAPTAIN  Ø 🫡requested by @henry-tasman
colour pallet ask meme
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bearforceone3 · 3 months
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wrasslin’
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max jagerman could rise from the dead but jesus christ couldnt become the star quarterback of the hatchetfield nighthawks
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hayaku14 · 1 year
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shinichi, a sherlock fan, england enjoyer, literally had a necktie with a british flag on it in canon: oh yeah i play soccer
hakuba: IT'S CALLED FOOTBALL YOU FUCKING TWAT
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