a very happy women's world cup to all who celebrate

window - alessia russo

Read. Your girlfriend had seen your message but decided not to reply. Your eyebrows furrow at this thought as a scowl takes over your usually soft features. She probably just fell asleep you think to yourself wanting to excuse your lover's actions. The quiet tune of Taylor Swift in the backround pulling you out of your trance as you stand to change the CD.

buzz

Finally, you thought to yourself. About time she answered. You practically run over to your phone, that was laying on your bed. You pick it up hurriedly to see the message from your girlfriend as quick as possible. Much to your disappointment it was one of your friends just wondering if you would like to go out with her tomorrow. You replied hastily agreeing to her plan and wishing her a good night.

At this point you decide to just go to bed. A knot in your stomach forming due to the thought of the blonde possibly being upset with you. The only reason you were staying up was to talk with Alessia but if she was so upset and wouldn’t speak to you there was no point. You qucikly get into your bed as the knot in your stomach gets worse. You are left looking at the ceiling your thoughts running away from you.

She definitely will want to break up with you.

She hates you.

She has found someone better.

She thought you werent good enough for her.

These thoughts weren’t unusual, but normally you would be wrapped up in the girls arms as she whispered sweet everythings into your ears to drown out your thoughts until every thought was how loved you were. Tonight you were left alone in your small bed that suddenly felt very big. Usually you would be able to talk to your siblings or mother to take your mind off everything but tonight they had all went to sleep early so you were stuck with your thoughts. You stay wallowing in your pity for another while before you hear a small thump outside your window. You shot up in your hed staring out of it into the darkness from your bed. Your hands cluch onto the duvet pulling it closer to yourself to feel safer.

Your eyes dart around the small dark room in hope ghat whatever has decided to haunt you would just go away. Your hopes were short lived as you suddenly hear a frequent knocking against your window. You freeze as your gaze shifts over to the window where the sound has come from. Hands still cluching your duvet for dear life, you stare with a horror filled gaze at the glass panel that had been covered by your long pink curtains minuites before.

The eerie sound of a hurried knock once again comes from outside. A wave of bravery washed over you and before you knew it you were standing in the middle of your now lit room holding a book in your hand ready to hit whatever or whoever was trying to get into your cozy small room. You took about five steps to the window and silently hyped yourself up to try bring yourself to open the curtains. After what felt like two hours you quickly ripped open the plush curtains and jumped back and shut your eyes in hopes that it would save you from whatever hid on the other side of the glass pane. After not hearing anything for a few seconds you slowly open your eyes to see what was threatening your life minutes before.

Alesssia Russo. The young girl was crouched down on the roof of the extension on your house looking at you with an amused expression very evident on her face. You were frozen in place for about ten seconds until you realised, your love was sitting outside your window in the cold. Legs moving beneth you before you could think and the quick clink of the window unlocking stunning you.

Your arms reached for the girl, once the window separating you was fully opened, and pulled her into your room before she could even register what happened. “hi baby.” she whispered with a soft voice while placing her hands on your cheeks. Backing away slightly from her grip you whisper shout at her “What the fuck are you doing here alessia?” Her eyebrows raise in shock to what you said. “What are you talking about? I sent you a message i was coming over.” she states confidently at you as if it was a known fact. Her natural charms beginning to wear you down you laugh at her breathily. “I never got a message from you.” “Oh shit sorry!” she says as her expression contorted from relaxed to worried while she begins to move away from you and back towards the window that she entered from.

You reached out for her top and pulled her body back towards yours. “Where do you think you are going?” you say while smiling up at her. “Home, you never said i could be here and i-” she lets out hurrikdy why beginning to move around erratically “lessi.” you say while placing your hands onto each side of the young italians neck as you look up at her. This action shuts up the girl as her eyes fall onto yours lovingly. “Shut up. i want you here. So you are staying here.” A small crimson blush dusts the blondes tanned skin. “Okay.” she says shyly at you as her hands sneak around your waist under your pjama top.

After thirty seconds of standing in eachothers embrace the taller blonde begins to dio her hands lower onto the back of your thighs so she can lift you up. You jump up into her arms as you start caressing her cheeks. “i love you.” you whisper onto her lips between small kisses. “hmm i love you way more.” she says slyly back. “shut it.” you say happily back to the girl your words not matching your tone that was full of love. She gently lowers the pair of you onto your small bed after moving the duvet out if her way.

She has you lying on her chest while her manicured nails scrach your back and scalp lulling you to sleep quickly. Soon enough there is a soft snore coming from you, hearing this she knows she can finally relax and sleep herself. She presses one final kiss to your forehead before letting sleep take over her body that was perfectly entangled with yours.

USWNT drops to fourth place in ranking due to their 2-0 Mexico lost. This is their lowest ranking.

If this doesn’t make you cry then you aren’t human😭

hey what’s the protocol for firing your head coach mid-tournament asking for a friend

fifa is embarassing once again.

these are the options:

here is what they usually wear:

JUSTICE FOR THE RAINBOW ARMBAND

Goals this, debut that, yahda yah CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS MOMENT.

"mira quien me viene a saludar!!!!"

look at who's coming to say hi!!!!

"con una de sus estrellas que esta aca mismo! Qué tal, como estuvo el partido?"

here we are with one of the team's stars! How was the game?

"felicidades!" "Muchas gracias gorda. Vine a saludarla, ella me abandono!"

Congrats!

Thank you, honey. I'm just here to say hi, did you know she abandoned me!?

"Hablabas de ella y ahi llego!"

"Si es que estamos conectadas!"

You were talking about her and here she is!

Haha I know, it's because we're connected!

COLOMBIA WON BY 2 GOALS, NO ONE DIED, AND WE GOT SOME DEICY SHOTS? Living bro. I am LIVING

happy wwc to all the girlies here who are sooooo normal about football

Some history making for today’s game

I get that people are interested in my opinion and feelings of the Spain Haka video because I live in Aotearoa and am Māori. There’s a lot of thoughts and feeling and I am happy to discuss Māori culture but I don’t really want to comment much further on the video after this so I’ll try be as articulate as possible.

That video was one of the first things I saw this morning when I woke up and I’m not going to lie I was very upset and angry when I saw it. However, as I have had time to digest this morning the more common feeling is disappointment.

Disappointment in that FIFA has done quite a bit to include both Māori, Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander culture in the marketing and branding of the tournament but this still happens.

Disappointment that people whether is the players themselves or the Spanish FA have not done their due diligence and researched our culture before coming over. Not sure how good or accurate Spanish language resources would be on Māori culture though, which is maybe why this disconnect has occurred.

Perhaps even disappointment in New Zealand Football and New Zealand ourselves that they have not helped to provide the resources to these teams coming and visiting Aotearoa.

I am acutely aware that most foreigners only view of Haka is Ka Mate which is one of the Haka the All Blacks perform before a test match which people often reference as a war dance. Haka can be a war dance but it is actually a dance for celebrating life. People perform them at weddings, funerals, welcoming ceremonies, and other occasions. I was actually surprised that all the teams arriving in Aotearoa weren’t welcomed with a Haka.

There are also many different Haka and the roles of men and women in them are different. For example, you will never see a wahine stick her tongue out or crouching. She will always be standing and will pukana without sticking her tongue out.

If there is anything positive from the video is that I hope this is a learning experience for people. As I have had time to reflect I am not offended because I cannot be offended by people who are not educated or informed. I will only be offended if they do not learn from this and it happens again.

Please do not be offended on my behalf. It is no one’s place to tell us how we should react or feel about this.

Also please don’t hate on the players or the team for this. If you are commenting on this all I ask is you do so from an education perspective or solution based approach. Yelling into the void that this is wrong doesn’t help prevent this from happening in the future.

Thanks for taking the time to read this if you have made it this far.

absolutely gutted

In the stands | Jackie Groenen

Pairing: Jackie Groenen x Reader

Summary: Watching your girlfriend play against Belgium.

A/n: A short Jackie fic, to celebrate that they're playing their first world cup game tomorrow!

Masterlist | WOSO masterlist | Words: 510

You were sitting next to Vivianne and Sari in the stands, proudly watching your girlfriend play, amongst thousands of fans cheering on the girls on the field. The team was playing a friendly against Belgium, their last game before heading over to Australia and New Zealand for the World Cup. Jackie was so excited that you would be able to attend her last game before traveling to the other side of the world for the tournament.

The game had only just started and Lieke had already scored the first goal, with an amazing assist by Daniëlle. The crowd erupts in cheer. You could already tell this was going to be a great game. The team could really show just how good they were. Daniëlle, Jackie and Jill kept sending balls forward, creating many opportunities for the team, opportunities that were taken time and time again. The goals kept coming, two more even in the first half. 

Belgium was fighting hard, they were strong in their defense, but not strong enough for tonight. With two more goals scored in the second half the team celebrates their win. The celebrations on the field are short lived as they head to the dressing room for a short break before heading back onto the field sharing the last moments before the World Cup with their fans. In groups the team walks around the field, waving to the fans in the stands, signing jerseys, soccer balls, and posters. When Jackie walks towards your section and spots you she waves your way and blows you a kiss. You smile wide and blow her a kiss back. “Stop being so adorable you two.” Viv says as you roll your eyes at her jokingly. 

After the game you join Jackie and the rest of the team on their going away party back at the hotel. Jackie leans into you, putting her head on your shoulder, while you’re talking with Daniëlle, Lieke, Kerstin, and Daphne, “I’m going to miss you so much.” She says to you. “I’m going to miss you too. But we’re going to be reunited before you know it.” You share a mischievous look with Daniëlle, without Jackie knowing. Jackie thinks you’re going to stay behind because of your work and not being able to get time off the weeks of training in Australia and the first few games. When in fact you were going to be able to be there at the first game they played, so instead of joining her there in five weeks, you were going to be there in two. Daan has been helping you with logistics and of course keeping it a secret from Jackie, to be able to actually surprise her by showing up before the first game. Supporting your girlfriend was so important to you, you tried to be at every game. The World Cup games were even more important of course, so you didn’t want to miss the chance to support her in person. You were already so excited to surprise her before the team training. 

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whilst everyone else is giving their hollow congratulatory messages and recycled words of pity

meanwhile Leah Williamson: