#footballers as textposts | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

yudgefudge · 8 months

Text

footballers as textposts + tweets, Bayern edition!!

#football #shitpost #bayern #bayern munich #bayern munchen #thomas muller #jamal musiala #alphonso davies #harry kane #leon goretzka #manuel neuer #footballers as tweets #footballers as textposts #incorrect tweets #incorrect textposts #I want more Bayern mutualssss

160 notes · View notes

hermywolf · 3 months

Text

115 notes · View notes

secondwheel · 10 months

Text

Playing sports

expectation: have a great time with friends, increase skills, coordination, and competitiveness

reality: a broken ankle

#sports #football #basketball #cricket #text #textpost blog #memes #meme #student memes #relatable #funny #humour #humor #humor blog #comedy #textpost

11 notes · View notes

stoppit-keepout · 11 months

Text

just finished rereading 17776 and wow really marinating in the feeling that life is special. :)

i fucking... love jon bois’s work.

#textpost tag for tagging textposts #17776 #what football will look like in the future #should i do 20020??#... ok it is already now open in a tab #gotta go do house stuff but!!#soon.

8 notes · View notes

duskymrel · 5 months

Text

do you ever have a friend who you love to death so much and you love listening to them normally but rn you’re tired and overstimulated and they won’t shut the fuck up. like PLEASE i’m running on very little sleep and a bag of Doritos and i’ve responded “that’s crazy” and “girl BYE” to everything you’ve said for the last 20 minutes and i don’t want to hurt your feelings by asking you to stop.

#i’m pretty sure he has adhd (i was diagnosed years ago and can see the signs)#i feel bad for being so annoyed but he’s talking abt his fantasy football and i dont even know how football works im so dead inside #duskys textposts

3 notes · View notes

suspicious-skink · 2 days

Text

Have just been taught about discouraging football songs that fans sing about opposing teams, something I proceeded to completely earnestly call “their evil chants”

#skink’s textposts #football knowledge limited #wizardly spirit strong

1 note · View note

tiredgayloser · 1 year

Text

my hands are still covered in glitter from the NRL last night. I look like Edward Cullen.

#nrl #football #shitpost #textpost

0 notes

beepbeepdespair · 1 year

Text

i think if a football referee gives out more red or yellow cards in a game than the number of goals scored by both teams combined the ref should win that game

#watched netherlands vs argentina last night and damn the cards were flying #football #referee #textpost #text post #red #yellow #cards #goals #game

1 note · View note

nyxokal · 1 year

Text

Ougfjhhpughh had coffee and now the tummy... The tummy hurty, the Hurt.. the Hurtening

#textpost #the pear wrangling of my intestines #the Footballing of my stomach #god's silly little reminder of our mortality

0 notes

alexeishostakoff · 2 years

Text

bills schedule just dropped.....fucking insane

#literal FIRST GAME is against the super bowl champs #the price we pay for being sexy ig #football tag #textpost #eliza writes

0 notes

yudgefudge · 9 months

Text

lfc + textposts (with a cameo from leo)

#football #shitpost #footballers as textposts #lfc #liverpool fc #liverpool #lionel messi #leo #andrew robertson #robbo #jordan henderson #alisson becker #virgil van dijk

53 notes · View notes

hermywolf · 3 months

Text

76 notes · View notes

imliterallyellie · 4 months

Text

hi :) !

🌿 just your fav local golden retriever masc lesbian, she/her, 20yo, full time student by day, tlou enjoyer by night, when i'm not studying, i'm probably gaming, playing football or- yeah, that's probably it

🌿 you can call me torlex or lex, it has been my online (gaming) name since i was young and i really like it

🌿 i'm a very easygoing and open person, i'll talk to you about anything, i don't bite (not in these situations), i promise- talk to me

🌿 masterlist (my reqs are always open!)

🌿 minors/men dni! my writing/textposts/reposts can include nsfw stuff so please stay away x

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou

66 notes · View notes

julianalvarez9 · 1 year

Text

(1) Zona de promesas, song by Mercedes Sosa. (trans: "mom knows well, i've lost a battle) / (2) Copa América Final: Lionel Messi Tries to Slay His Ghosts - The New York Times / (3) Clarice Lispector, from the complete stories: 'one day less' / (4) Lionel Messi of Argentina closes his eyes during the national anthem prior to a match between Argentina and Paraguay as part of South American Qualifiers for Qatar 2022 at Estadio Alberto J. Armando on November 12, 2020 in Buenos Aires, Argentina. (Photo by Juan I. Roncoroni) / (5) Against Silence, Frank Bidart / (6) Lionel Messi of Argentina lifts the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 Winner's Trophy during the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 Final match between Argentina and France at Lusail Stadium on December 18, 2022 in Lusail City, Qatar. (Photo by Julian Finney) / (7) Zona de promesas, song by Mercedes Sosa. (trans: it takes time to arrive and in the end, in the end there is a reward) / (8) Lionel Messi of Argentina celebrates with the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 Winner's Trophy after the team's victory during the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 Final match between Argentina and France at Lusail Stadium on December 18, 2022 in Lusail City, Qatar. (Photo by Lars Baron) / (9) Lionel Messi speech after winning the 2023 Laureus World Sportsman of the Year. / (10) Lionel Messi of Argentina kisses the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 Winner's Trophy while holding the adidas Golden Boot award after the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 Final match between Argentina and France at Lusail Stadium on December 18, 2022 in Lusail City, Qatar. (Photo by Julian Finney) / (11) Tumblr textpost. / (12) Lionel Messi of Argentina celebrates with teammates after their fourth and winning penalty by Gonzalo Montiel in the penalty shootout during the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 Final match between Argentina and France at Lusail Stadium on December 18, 2022 in Lusail City, Qatar. (Photo by Maddie Meyer) / (13) Lionel Messi speech after winning the 2023 Laureus World Sportsman of the Year. / (14) Lionel Messi of FC Barcelona celebrates with his teammates after scoring his team's fourth goal during the La Liga match between FC Barcelona and Sevilla FC at Camp Nou on November 22, 2014 in Barcelona, Spain. Lionel Messi beat the number of goal in the Spanish La Liga of Telmo Zarra scoring his 252nd goal. (Photo by David Ramos) / (15) Lionel Messi is offered a hand by teammate Ezequiel Lavezzi of Argentina after the finial whistle and defeat at the World Cup Final match between Germany (1) and Argentina (0) at the Maracana Stadium on July 13, 2014 in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil (Photo by Simon Bruty) / (16) Lionel Messi speech after winning the 2023 Laureus World Sportsman of the Year. / (17) Lionel Messi greet fans during a victory parade of the Argentina men's national football team after winning the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 on December 20, 2022 in Buenos Aires, Argentina. (Photo by Gustavo Pagano) / (18) Lionel Messi of Argentina holds the FIFA World Cup trophy during World Champions' celebrations after an international friendly between Argentina and Panama at Estadio Mas Monumental Antonio Vespucio Liberti on March 23, 2023 in Buenos Aires, Argentina. (Photo by Marcelo Endelli) / (19) Zona de promesas, song by Mercedes Sosa. (trans: in the zone of promises) / (20) Lionel Messi of Argentina shoots the ball during the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 Group C match between Argentina and Mexico at Lusail Stadium on November 26, 2022 in Lusail City, Qatar. (Photo by Fu Tian).

#i don't think i'll ever forget about this #cried with the pic with everyone running after montiel's pen ngl #lionel messi #leo messi #messi #arg nt #argentina nt #seleccion argentina #selección argentina #web weaving #qatar 2022

90 notes · View notes

mahuhumaling · 9 months

Text

post velum;

textpost edition. a freeform poem about the journey of patpran.

🔗 — [visual edition.] [insp.] [x]

PRELUDE.

PROLOGUE

Let me not tell you a story about two households both alike in dignity, in fair Bangkok, where we lay our scene. And instead: about two boys, their hundred stop-it's, but-what-if's, and what-the-fuck-does-this-mean's; simultaneously flown and grounded by the passage of time.

And maybe a little bit of Fate.

THE ENGINEER

Picture fierce eyes, dark swept hair, and a natural affinity for people. He walks with such swagger and charm that makes you both remember and forget he's been Head of the Class for years. But don't let that fool you: despite always being sleeveless, he wears his heart on it.

THE ARCHITECT

A walking amalgamation of a question mark and an exclamation point, he is sarcasm embedded in a smirk that extends to deep dimples for most, a sketch book with a puzzle lock for some, and a thousand meters of ocean depth for him alone.

ACT I.

SCENE ONE

The plain black watch tells us we're doomed from the start. But shh. Do you hear that?

It rings to signal a start — to start it is, again, is to love and grieve at the same time, what we equally had and never could. What we really were and never allowed to be.

SCENE TWO

The universal truth is that the sky is blue. But I can also tell you without uncertainty that the day you stormed out with sunken eyes and parted lips with my father's words, that day, the sky was red.

SCENE THREE

Is it worth cutting yourself open over guitar strings? A stolen third wonton? How about a half-assed paper airplane? An imaginary corpse flower? The black instrument case or the makeshift pavillion sign? Or is it the million little things in between them all?

SCENE FOUR

The nightlight's smile looks like a teasing grin now, unsympathetic to the unwashed gray shirt, the shared blue sheets, and the space and warmth in between.

At least it's not bright enough to reveal tears pleading to fall.

ACT II.

SCENE FIVE

What are we? I search for it in the crevices of your mouth. What are we? In the years of distance between our flushed necks. What are we? In the cold rooftop railing full of want.

I can feel it start to rain. It's not the reason you walked away.

SCENE SIX

The only thing the salty water and air can heal is us.

SCENE SEVEN

I lost. I have been losing from the start. Have me.

SCENE EIGHT

It's in the third beer that the weighted truth sinks in. Everything else fades, including the mundane lies. The bang of the xylophone sticks don't quite strike like the drum, but it hits like it's stripping us off of untruths.

Red dropping.

ACT III.

SCENE NINE

Facing the music has never been this loud. An untouched football, a graze across the stomach, a few ragged breaths, and fingerprints obscuring a hidden venom.

Red dripping.

It can't get worse than this, right?

SCENE TEN

Guess not.

SCENE ELEVEN

The only thing the salty water and air can heal is us.

SCENE TWELVE

The strings of our tin cans were shrouded by a strong, lingering mist of guilt and misery, too many decades old to be pulled apart, so it stays. We also do. But it never rusts. We clean them regularly.

POSTSCRIPT.

EPILOGUE

We were doomed from the start. But shh. Just like writing plays, like writing songs, there are revisions. After all, this is our story, our song. We get to dictate who are part of it. We get to compose how the Coda sounds like.

Fate is not as cruel as we think she is.

INTERMISSION.

the Our Skyy 2 crossover.

SCENE 11.1

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the stupidest one of all? Is it you who insists on cramming every inch of yourself into the spaces I consume, or is it me who pushes you not to?

Because what happens if I get accustomed to it? What if I become so familiar with your fingertips on my arm that I caress the ghost of it when I eventually leave for two years? Even for a while, would the single bed and the sole toothbrush terrorize me awake?

Give me an apple. I'm getting on the bus to leave this doubt behind and seek answers.

In the throes of teasing, of pushing and pulling, Fate's shadows skirt around the edges of another story, waiting for you to collide.

THE FOREST RANGER

You see yourself in him, with the way he closes his arms and his heart. He is years ahead of you, but you can feel it: he is just as scared as you are, except his fear has worn down and dulled. When he says nothing, you go to sleep understanding the faraway look in his eye. It must be a fissure.

Afraid that someone will go in; begging for someone to go in.

(You're also pretty sure that not even Snow White got lost in the woods as long as this, not with a silent Huntsman by her side.)

THE TEACHER

He is also engineer — he is also impulsive and brash with the way he sways to and fro along the road that leads to the cliff. He has the same reckless abandon as you when it comes to loving people with the way he demands to find the student while sporting a high fever. You try to blame it on the surgery scars on his chest or his reputable last name, but you learn that that's always been him, just reformed.

You also learn he's been deaing with guilt.

time for the curtain call.

SCENE 11.2

I don't really think about the fact that my laughter only echoes the loudest when I'm sure they can be muffled by the wild thrash of the waterfall, or that you can fully bury your face in my nape under the comfort of mesh curtains. I don't really think about how I surrender myself to loving you in the most open of spaces — the sea and the mountain.

I don't think about it. Instead, at night, I long to climb up the cliff and just count to a thousand. How did the Teacher put it? 956, 957, 958...

Damn it. I can't finish it either.

SCENE 11.3

It's 10:10 when you first return it to me with kid wonder and the water washed out. It's 10:10 when I take it out the box the second I meet you again with a kick to the chest. It's 9:31 when I decide to start wearing it, 9:04 when I see you at the rooftop, 9:17 when you clutch it close with a confession lodged in your throat thinking you'd lost me, and 9:39 when I reassure you with bandaid words that you hadn't.

It's always been nine or ten PM. It's always been this deep into the night when I can look you in the eye and ask, "So?" with a teasing lilt, but secretly plead for you to admit that you feel as deeply as I do, that you're dancing in the same thread of forever as I am.

You whisper yes, and a whole lot more.

SCENE 11.4

For once, the red doesn't drop. It stays high, high up, high enough that everyone can see. But everyone is cheering. And even if both of us are donned in costumes, I kmow the love we are putting under the spotlight is just as unapologetic and carefully mended and queer as our own. They are cheering for us too.

And since I know you want to be seen, I remove the glass coffin and let you pull me in.

END.

#bad buddy #bad buddy series #bbs #patpran #bbs writing #bad buddy writing #our skyy x bad buddy #our skyy 2 #our skyy x bad buddy x 1000 stars #our skyy x 1000 stars x bad buddy #our skyy #our skyy series #saturn

9 notes · View notes

jotx · 1 year

Text

i never watched hetalia, never intend to, was never itnerested, etc. but every once in a while ill remember some stupid textpost i saw like a decade ago that was like. somebody giving america a baby wrapped in a blanket and america going “A FOOTBALL?!” and then punts the little shit. i wish i could see her again

#my siblings still dont kno thats why i shout A FOOTBALL?! anytime they hand me anything

5 notes · View notes