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a-spacecadet · 7 months

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~My thoughts on JFK’s character assassination from S2~

Okay finally writing this all out!

(Sorry, these are all the negative things I have to say, my positive impressions will have to be another post)

First off, I really love jfk, in both seasons. Are they the same guy? Not really. One person on here on Tumblr made the comment that s2 jfk is the jfk in the mirror. Headcanon accepted! XD

So, why is he out of character in the 2nd season? First off, he’s a genuinely nice guy, which is waaaaayyy different than how he acted in s1, even at the end. He definitely had some growth and development in s1, but even in the last ep he was still punching other dudes, had 5 different girls as his prom dates, and made jokes of his rival Abe (although at this point it was a bit justified, but anyways…) All in all, he’s not a bad person per-se, but he’s definitely still a 16-year-old teenager.

So in s2, after what is only ONE NIGHT OF SLEEP for him, his personality has a huge change. He doesn’t bully other boys (like Confucius, a social-media obsessed teen with a weird sense of fashion), he’s loyal and loving to ONE girlfriend (never had the first show really established that he loved Joan in that way), he’s no longer antagonistic, and is rather quieter and less crude. (I say less crude because although he still makes sex jokes, other students are shown that they DO find them funny and his jokes tend to not be misogynist like they were in s1).

I actually like that jfk has changed and become a better person, I think that’s great, he’s maturing! But when? When does this happen? When he slept overnight in the meat locker? Nothing indicates that he would have a reason to change. (Some argue his love for Joan, but again, this seemingly came out of the blue). Speaking of his love for Joan, I’ve seen some great fanfics add context to s1 in how he really was in love with her, but the show itself really doesn’t indicate this at all.

*Side tangent to expound on this!* Did he have crush on John Darc (really Joan)? Yeah, but really for no other reason than his boyish instinct (or Kennedy sense as he calls it lol) detected a hot girl!! He liked John Darc because he’s attracted to hot women, not Joan specifically. Also, he doesn’t seem to follow up his crush with her after the episode because I really don’t think he was interested in her other than the fact that she’s a pretty lady. Of course, I think this comes back full circle when we get to the finale, when Joan believes she has to dress up like a slut in order to be considered pretty… which is why jfk says he likes her when she’s just being herself. Because he knows she’s been “a knock-out Betty” this whole time, unlike that “chowder-head Lincoln.” However, not being dense like good ol’ Abe to realize Joan is stunning as she is… doesn’t quite equal the “love of his life.” OF COURSE he likes her, because she’s a babe! But her being a babe doesn’t indicate that he’d suddenly have a massive character change to be dedicated and loyal to her!! *Side tangent over*

Specific changes that I noticed that were off:

“I like boobies and butts! Any shape or uh, size.” No, no he doesn’t. Why would his opinion from s1 (“You know my policy, no fatties!”) Suddenly change? Ofc I’m glad he’s no longer fat-phobic, but why?

“Your fourth string kicker won’t let you down!” What? What happened to being captain of the football team? “El capitan of the futbol team?” Winning the track meets? Being overall a competent athlete?

“I let all my male friendships fade away!” Okay, this one is tricky. JFK really did lose Ponce, and he did in fact end up losing Gandhi even if he wasn’t aware of it. HOWEVER, s1 suggested he was one of the popular kids at school, you’re telling me he had no other friends? Like, not even Julius Cesar who was very often seen with him? Also, s2 does not even mention Ponce (unfortunately) which may have been used as a very good excuse for jfk to be so upset. (Right now, JFK’s tears in s2 ep 2 from missing Ponce only exist in headcanon).

“I’m afraid Joan is the love of my life and I’m not good enough for her!” See my side tangent, but also, why is he suddenly so insecure? One of his traits in s1 was his confident swag.

“Woah, I’ve never had anyone turn me down before…but that’s okay!” I mean, not usually, if he wasn’t asking FREAKING JOAN. The same Joan that was known for kicking, hitting, smacking, and punching him for every little advance he made towards her. He should know better at this point? Even if he did successfully sleep with her, I can’t imagine he’d really be that surprised she told him no, or as she said in the show “let me think about it.”

His crying. He cries SO much in s2. But didn’t he cry in s1 as well? I can hear you asking. Yes, but he cried specifically in ep 10 because HIS BEST FRIEND TRAGICALLY AND SUDDENLY DIED. Also, the reason the “Litter” ep is so funny is because up until that point we’ve never seen jfk so upset and distraught before, he’s genuinely weeping and mourning and we’ve NEVER seen this side of him, nor will we again. But in s2, he cries about everything! He’s literally the depressed loser crying in the freaking bathroom cause he “has no friends”! I guess I wouldn’t have minded as much if it didn’t literally make him look like a crybaby. Even in s1 he cried a bit at the notion of losing Cleo, but he wasn’t known for that.

“Your lips are like a fine chalice of…uuuuhhh, wEt sTUfF!!” Heatstroke jfk was pretty funny, but it also highlighted another change. He’s freaking STUPID in s2. I’m not saying he was particularly “smart” in s1, but he definitely wasn’t the dumb “hurr durr” kinda idiot he is in s2. The one time I think jfk came across as actually dumb in s1 is when he thought Ponce was a genie, but tbh that was more sad than him being just plain dumb. Other things like talking to his reflection or his weird accent were more like quirks, not indicating that’s he stupid. He aced his PXJT test for crying out loud! (“Did you see me on that test Cleo? I smoked it! I can’t wait to see my time.”)

Wanting to be like his clone father. Back to his accent, I genuinely believe he is trying to do an impression (albeit bad) of the real JFK, he’s not talking like that because he has an actual speech impediment. Also, being faithful to Joan also doesn’t work on another sense because he thinks the real JFK was “a macho womanizing stud who conquered the moon!” and I think clone jfk was trying to live up to his legacy by being a womanizer, something not seen at all in s2.

“Woah a little spaceship! I’m gonna go chase it!” Another thing that bothered me is that he really does act like a golden retriever in s2. He’s been reduced to nothing more than a cute puppy dog, a plot device for Joan, a wholesome himbo who’s dumb but well-meaning, and overall BORING.

The only thing on his mind is sex. Like, really? Literally everything that comes out of his mouth in s2 has something to do with sex, much to Joan’s annoyance and part of the reason she broke up with him. S2 tries to make it seem that jfk is very shallow and has no hobbies or interests, but that is NOT TRUE! He loves sports, watching (“But you usually watch SportsCenter up in your room baby” - Wally) and playing them, he cares about his appearance and knows a bit about fashion (hey, his efforts to help Gandhi resulted in the dude becoming instantly popular), he records his own music! HE SINGS AND HAS HIS OWN STUDIO! He likes cool cars and drag racing! He likes throwing parties!! There’s more to his character than just sex!!

Okay, that’s most of it.

Of course, I will also mention the obvious (that others have already pointed out) he went from genuinely hilarious to slightly obnoxious and annoying.

TLDR: he’s turned from a macho womanizing stud, a confident chad, a jerk with soft side, a man of swag and style, to…an insecure crybaby, a boring “nice guy” who’s also a huge idiot.

To end, I still love JFK, even in s2. I appreciate the cute moments he has, and ignoring lack of time for character development I like that he’s trying to be a better person and that’s he’s matured. I could talk about all the things I did like about him in s2, but that will have to wait another day haha.

#long post #I finally got this off my chest ahh!!#clone high #clone high season 2 #clone high s2 #clone high jfk #clone jfk #jfk #ch jfk #jfk clone high #roxi's rambles

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pgavi-jfelixdaily · 1 year

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Where you are know as one of the best prodigy on the Barcelona female team. One day, they host a Barcelona event for the male and female team, to which you get really drunk and end up having a make out session with predi. However, what you don’t realize is that you guys were recorded and was later posted on the internet making it a huge scandal. But in an interview Pedri decided to defend your name saying “I can’t kiss my girlfriend” you may end it with a fluff and/or smut where they both end up together.

Claudia clung to me as we walked inside of Spotify Camp Nou. As usual, ranting about how mean people could be on twitter, and how no one had respect female football players. I was used to it, having learned to ignore the comments, but from the minute she had seen me step out of my car, to the minute we walked onto the field after dropping our stuff and getting dressed, it seemed to be the main topic of interest of hers. “Es tan estupido! Solo por que somos mujeres, no quiere decir que no merecemos el mismo respeto que el equipo de futbol de hombres!” (Its stupid, just because we’re women, does not mean we don’t deserve the same amount of respect as the guys)

After finishing her long rant with a sigh, and placing my water bottle on the bench, I responded to her rant. “Clau, entiendo tu enojo, pero solo tienes que esperar, y ver los comentarios buenos. Aun punto aprendes a ignorar la gente.” (Clau, I understand your anger, but just try to look at the positive comments. At one point you’ll learn to ignore people) That seemed to blow off Claudia, because she rolled her eyes, walking off to Keira, while mumbling something about how “of course miss prodigy wouldn’t understand.”

It was true, I wouldn’t lie, I was known as somewhat of a prodigy, after having earned the ballon d’or two times in a row, I had a pretty large fanbase, however a lot of hard work came with the title of “best female football player” I began on my stretches, while attempting to make small talk with Alexia, but there seemed to be one thing on my mind. Pedri Gonzales. FC Barcelona’s popular central midfielder. I’d spoken to him before, but only a few words were exchanged, and he had reposted my story, congratulating him for being Barca’s golden boy, but other than a few spared glances, we were nothing to each to other.

Practice was long. Really long, after angering Claudia, and Alexia walking away after realizing I was in my own world not paying a bit of attention to the conversation I had started, it was boring. And awfully exhausting, yet coach decided making us suffer with extra sprints was a great idea, because we had lost last week's game. “Una cosa más chicas! Mañana vamos a tener una cena con el equipo de varones, quiero que todas estén ahi. Tu también y/n, si consideras la idea de no ir, te tendre corriendo hasta que se te caigan las piernas.” (one more thing ladies, tomorrow we will be having a dinner party with the guys, and I want all of you to be there. Especially you y/n, if you even consider the thought of not going, I promise you I will have you sprinting until your legs fall off.) No way I actually have to show my face at that.

The next evening…

My hair had been done in waves, and I looked in the mirror reconsidering going, (yes I was testing the wrath of my coach) as I straightened up my dress. A black mini dress, with long sleeves, form fitting, not too much, but not too little. Finally, I took in a breath, grabbing my clutch from my makeup vanity, and exiting the makeup room. I grabbed my keys from the small dish on my counter, before exiting and locking the door behind me, seeing Claudia’s car outside. As I got in, I sank into my thoughts once again, not even noticing when we got to Camp Nou. As I walked in, I was greeted by the girls on the team, but also saw the boys. Gavi was the first to say hello. He was a sweet boy of course, only a year younger than me. He was always congratulating me on my wins, supporting me, a truly great friend with a big heart. “Y/n! Llegaste, ¡qué bueno verte! Ven a decirle hola a los demás, estarán felices de conocerte!” (Y/n, it’s so good to see you, come say hi to the rest, they’ll be excited to meet you!)

I followed Gavi, greeting everyone, but only one caught my eye. Pedri of course. He walked over to me, greeting me and congratulating me for being nominated for the ballon d’or once again, saying something else I didn’t quite catch, to distracted admiring him. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, a common greeting of course, but still causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach. I could’ve kept speaking to him, had Xavi not called all of us over to eat.

The whole dinner I felt Pedro's eyes on me. When we all finished, conversations through the whole table, Robert brought out a few bottles of wine. Gavi, being underage, began to frown, before Robert noticed and chuckled saying, “No to preocupes Gavi, traje algo para ti tambien.” (don’t worry Gavi, I brought something for you too) pulling out a bottle of sparkling grape juice for Gavi. The boys face lit up, causing laughs to erupt throughout the table.

A few glasses of wine, 11 shots later, I got pulled into a room with Pedri, also as drunk as I was, maybe even more, his cheeks blushed from how drunk he was. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do this whole night.” “oh yeah?” “mhm.” He leaned in, kissing me, his lips lightly chapped, but I didn’t care. The kiss got more and more passionate, his tongue inside my mouth, he moaned into the kiss. My hands were in his hair, we were unaware of anything that was going on, in our own world. There were lights and flashes all around us, but we ignored it assuming it was from the party outside.

The next day.

I woke up in my bed, feeling a pounding in my head. I was hungover. Badly. I somehow got up from my bed, walking into my bathroom, looking in the mirror. My hair was a tangled mess, I couldn’t imagine the pain I would go through just to detangle it, my mascara was smudged and so was my lipstick, a clear sign I had slept in my makeup. Yikes. As I began to sort out my hair problem, wincing as I brushed through my hair, I heard my phone vibrating on my nightstand. I ignored it, but it kept on getting louder and louder. Finally, I walked over, seeing it was Claudia, and answered. “Morning Clau.” “Y/N. HAVE YOU SEEN INSTA? OR TWITTER? OR ANY SOCIAL MEDIA?” “Uh no, why?” “You. Pedri. Leaked.” My mind went foggy. What about Pedri? Then it came to me. The makeout session. The lights weren’t from the party, they were paparazzi who had been at the party. We were in trouble, fans would speculate, and it wasn’t good whatsoever. “Clau, I’ll talk to you later, I have to go right now, k?” I hung up without waiting for her response, opening my Instagram.

My notifications were blown up, and my feed was entirely Pedri and I making out. I was in big trouble. The guys had a game today, and there was no doubt people would interview him and question him about it, but what was worse was I didn’t know what he would say, perhaps that it was a mistake. All I could do was wait.

The same day, 5:03pm. After the Barca game.

The boys had won. 4-0. A great win truly, but it was time to see the interviews. I had insisted on staying in bed all day, only getting up to shower and eat a poptart. Luckily, we had the day off, but that also meant nothing to do that could take my mind off Pedri. I opened my Insta once again. Seeing there was a video of a Pedri interview from today. Interviewer: “Pedri, what about the video that was leaked with you and football star y/n y/l/n, anything to say?” “Can I not just kiss my girl? I mean, i’ve been getting annoyed about this, not towards you, but towards those judging us. Its my personal life, but yes, as you can see we did kiss, and I regret not a thing.”

Interviewer: “I have to say Pedri, you two make quite the couple. (he turns to the camera) Well, this is Jose Ramos, and thank you for watching, and again, congrats on the win Pedri.”

I couldn’t comprehend it. His girl? Oh gosh. I quickly searched for Pedri’s profile and dm’d him. Tu chica? (Your girl?)

Solo si tu quieres ser mia, amor. (Only if you want to be mine, love.)

Por supuesto que si.

A/N- Its been so long since I’ve written, so this is a huge mess!!! Its kind of crappy, but I’m trying to get back to my writing roots, lmao.

#robert lewandowski #pedro gonzalez #pedri gonzalez #pedri #gavi imagine

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b4sorex1a · 1 day

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the futbol x kpop era during the 2022 world cup, OH MY GOD IT WAS SO FUNNY 😭 i miss that era every single day

The 2022 Worldcup was the best time to be alive I SWEAR. The Neymar edits too Omfg?!? Also the best wc final in the whole history of football… the best ending too! 😭 Jungkook SINGING too it was so fucking funny to watch the commentators say “well now j-jung? Jungkook from BTS is going to sing dreamers” hilarious.

My phonecase in 2022:

#Eeee parado no bailao #the neymar edits bro #tubaraooo #world cup #tai 🇦🇷 answering asks

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tokisheart · 1 year

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Tokiaryu's first date

- Tokimitsu would be panicking all morning, thinking about everything he shouldn't do as to not embarrass himself in front of Aryu, and to not make the other boy upset.

- Aryu would do his best to look more eye-catching than usual, going all out on his make-up. While he always care about looking stylish, it's specially important for something he cares about.

- Tokimitsu arrived 15 minutes earlier at the cat cafe they would meet up, and started spiralling while waiting for Aryu, almost breaking the cup of water he asked for.

- Every bad thought and fear in his mind was erased when the long haired boy arrived, only 3 minutes late, and Tokimitsu considered the possibility of him dying while waiting, and being received by an angel that would take him to heaven.

- The two sat together for a while, Aryu drinking caramel coffee and Tokimitsu hot chocolate, as the cats walked near them (they seemed to particularly enjoy Tokimitsu's affection, nuzzling on his legs and free hand).

- They eventually leave, and go to a shopping nearby, looking at the stores as Aryu talks about fashion and Tokimitsu listens eagerly to every work, even if he doesn't understand it all.

- While they walk around a sports store, Tokimitsu excitedly comments about an obscure futbol fact that he was reminded of, but stops himself before explaining it in detail, apologizing to the other. He seems to shine brightly, as much as the Sun, when Aryu asks him to explain it further.

- After the sun sets, they leave the shopping, and Aryu walks Tokimitsu to his bus stop and stays with hi, as they wait for it to arrive, both holding ice creams Tokimitsu insisted on buying and paying for.

- When it seems to be arriving, Aryu kisses Tokimitsu's cheek, and suggests a second date. Before the boy becomes able to process the question and give a coherent answer, the bus arrives. After saying goodbye, his voice more high pitched than usual, he enters the bus, face completely red and a dumb smile on his face.

- As Aryu leaves, to go to his own house, he receives an excited message, with too many exclamation points, that he would have another date. Hopefully, it would be soon.

#blue lock #tokimitsu aoshi #aryu jyubei #tokiaryu

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ilovekazuhaa · 2 years

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mirabel x fem reader futbol fic where they play and like reader does so good and mirabel praises her and and add camila being an absolute loser at it

then reader accidentally throw the ball at mirabel and she falls and then reader takes her to the nursery and takes care of her

You only live once

Mirabel x fem reader

genre: fluff

i’m doing so many mirabel fics lately and i’m so happy abt it she needs more content💪 also camilo is trans in this fic so he’ll be a she here lol also i swear i’ll be writing more guys!!! the next fic that comes out will be for julieta so stay tuned, it’s coming i promise!

“Y/N” Mirabel says as she points at you and you walk over to her side. You were the first person she picked and you couldn’t be more excited. She chose you to be on her team for a game of futbol that included you and the Madrigals. Mirabel was one of the team captains and Isabela was the other. Your team currently consisted of Mirabel, you, Antonio, and Bruno against Isabela, Camila, Pepa (yes she still got it), and Felix. Julieta and Luisa weren’t present because they were busy in town, Dolores was the score keeper, Agustin was the referee and Abuela was the spectator/water provider.

When Mirabel picks Bruno as her last teammate, she bumps your hip and smiles at you. She then wraps her arm around your neck and pulls you close.

“You ready?” she asks.

You nod “Hell yeah. Let’s do this.”

You two touch foreheads and you look at her, that smile totally unwavering under the shining sun. You felt the warmness of your girlfriend’s head on yours, her curly hair slightly covering her eyes.

“Alright lovebirds, you ready?” you hear Pepa say as she stood there with her arms crossed, smiling slyly.

You felt your face heat up even more as you and Mirabel pulled away from each other, cheeks tinted red from a combination of the sun and Pepa’s comment.

“Ya mami callate!!” Camila says jokingly as Pepa stretched out her arm and hit Camila in the back of the head with her hand.

“Ay ay ow mama! I’m sorry!” the girl says as she holds the back of her head in pain as she hunches over.

“Never talk to your mother like that again!” Pepa says as she crosses her arms and turns away pouting “hmph!”

Everyone tried to stifle their laugh at the sight of Pepa hitting Camila the way she did, it was so funny.

“Team huddle!” Mirabel declared as she turned around, grabbing the shoulders of her teammates as they all huddled together.

“Okay so Bruno, you play as the goalie. Antonio, you can play at the front with Y/N. And I’ll stay back here playing defense and helping Bruno out. Think of me as his right hand man.”

Everyone in the circle nodded in agreement.

“Any questions?” Mirabel asked.

“Wait… do I have to dive for the ball?” Bruno asked.

“Do I have to play the whole game?” Antonio joins in.

“Am I gonna be able to just yolo it?” you say.

Mirabel’s previously hyper and excited look turned into one of confusion as she looks at you.

“No Bruno, you don’t have to dive for the ball” she tells the man as she points at him while giving him a determined look.

She then kneels down to Antonio’s level and her expression softened.

“No Antonio, you don’t have to play the whole time. Just take a few breaks” she told the boy as she patted the top of his head softly.

Finally turning to you, that confused look that she previously had returned but she cocked her eyebrow this time. Her mouth hung open slightly and her upper lip was raised, showing her teeth a little.

“Y/N what’s a… yolo?”

You could only roll your eyes adoringly and burst out laughing. Seeing her so confused like that made you laugh because the face she made was so confused and… cute!

After you finally recovered, everyone on your team started smiling at the sight of you laughing and you began to explain.

“Well yolo is an acronym. It stands for you only live once. It basically means to just do whatever you think in the moment with no set plan” you say.

Mirabel’s expression changed from one of confusion to one of determination.

“Now you’re talking” she smiled “Let’s win this.”

As if on cue, your team separated from their circle and Agustin blew his whistle to start the game. Everyone quickly went to their positions and you looked to Antonio and he seemed ready enough, his hand balled up in fists and he stood in a fighting stance. You then looked behind you and Mirabel made eye contact with you, mouthing a ‘let’s yolo this’ as she winked at you and smiled.

“Remember everyone, we’re playing two 10 minute halves, much shorter than the average game but it’ll still be fun. I promise” the man said as he smiled.

“Ready everyone?” he asked, checking on everyone one last time before the game began.

The sun was so hot on your skin, you felt it warming up as soon as Agustin blew the whistle. It was so bright outside you had to squint and the only thing you could see clearly was the ball through the heat waves. The state of the weather must mean Pepa was extra excited to play futbol today.

Isabela started with kickoff and she immediately passed it to Camila. Camila then started running up the field, zooming past everyone and it was only her and Bruno left for a one on one. She then swiftly kicked the ball in the goal, only to be stopped by Bruno’s foot. The girl’s face of cockiness changed to one of fear and shock as the ball went from Bruno’s foot to Camila’s face.

The poor girl then took a fall and rolled over on the ground in pain. Mirabel ran over to her cousin and Pepa came over as well, so worried for Camila and hoped she was okay.

“Camila, are you okay?!” Mirabel asked worriedly as she held her hand out for her cousin to grab.

“Yes yes I’m fine… I think” the hurt girl said as she rubbed her nose and her cheeks tinted a light pink in embarrassment.

“Mi bebe!! Are you okay?!?!?!” Pepa came over running, kneeling down to her daughters level. A cloud formed above the woman’s head and she cupped her cheek gently. Camila let out a small ‘ay’ before she smiled at her mother.

“Thank you mami. I’m okay.”

She smiled and got up, dusting off her dirty knees.

“Let’s continue ref!” Camila said, waving her hand in a swirling motion. God, she was so embarrassing sometimes.

Agustin simply nodded and blew his whistle “Let’s continue everyone, to your positions!”

You went back to your position and it was your team’s ball. You stayed back, on Bruno’s right side and he gently kicked the ball towards you. You then started slowly going up the field. Camila then started running down to attack, despite Isabela’s pleads to stay in her position.

“You’re not getting past me! Don’t even try!” Camila yelled, rushing up to you as you smirked and passed it to Mirabel.

Thank god your girlfriend was paying attention to your every move, being prepared when the ball made contact with her left foot. Camila ran past you, not realizing what had happened as you ran up the field and Mirabel fumbled to keep up with you.

“Here, here! Pass!” you yelled, now at the other team’s side of the field. You raised your hand, sweat dripping down your arm as you panted for air. You were in shape but you had to act fast before Camila caught up to you. Isabela ran up to Mirabel in efforts to steal the ball from her. Thankfully, the girl listened to you and passed you the ball. After it made contact with your feet, you turned and sprinted as fast as you could. All you had left was Pepa and Felix. It should be easy enough.

Finally making it to the deep side of the opposing team, you dribbled past Pepa despite her efforts to push you with her body. The woman was lanky and skinny but god was she strong. You could’ve sworn you felt the heat of the sun on you when her skin made contact with yours, it was burning. After dribbling past her, you came close to the goal, you swiftly kicked it into the left corner and Felix literally fell into a split as he tried to block it.

The second the ball make contact with the net you felt your heart skip. You hadn’t even realized it, but Mirabel ran down the field with you the whole way. As soon as you turned around, you saw her running up to you, that big beautiful smile on her face.

“GOAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!!!!” the girl exclaimed before she ran up and hugged you. She wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you close, squeezing you tightly. Her warm hands held you close to her and you felt your heart beating in your ears. Smiling into the hug, you hugged her back and your soft hands made contact with her bare skin. It was so smooth and a good kind of warm. She was wearing a tank top and her skin was practically glowing in the sun.

Sadly, Mirabel pulled away much sooner that you would’ve liked. Looks like you were going to have to make a few more goals for her then. And you would stop at nothing.

“Wow Y/N! You did so good out there! I’m so proud of you” the girl told you as she took your hand and brought it to her chest.

“We wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”

You felt your heart melt and your knees almost buckle at her statement. You really didn’t deserve her and you thanked whatever god that was out there for her.

All you could do was shake your head and look down at the ground, a huge smile plastered on your face. You tried to act modest.

“I wouldn’t have been able to do it without my golden girl either, you know” you responded.

Mirabel smiled in reaction to your statement and she laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Oh come on, you know that was all you” the girl said. She would’ve said more but knew better because she would become a stuttering mess if she said anything after that. You pretended not to notice that her cheeks were tinted a rosy pink and that she was still holding on to your hand.

Turning around, Mirabel took you with her, forgetting that she was still holding onto you. She covered her mouth with her other hand and looked down at the ground, her face becoming even more red. She muttered something to herself but you struggled to hear because you thought she was talking to you.

“What was that?” you asked.

“W-what?” the girl looked down, realizing she was still gripping your hand. Your fingers were intertwined with hers and she could’ve sworn that’s not how she held your hand in the first place.

“O-oh! I’m so sorry I didn’t realize I-” Mirabel tried pulling her hand out of your grip but you shook your head.

“It’s okay. Don’t be sorry. I want to hold your hand.”

If it was possible, she literally would’ve ascended into the sky in that very moment. Her flustered expression remained as you led her to the other side of the field. She trailed behind you, her eyes glued to the ground and her other hand covering her mouth in shock. She kept asking herself why she kept freaking out, you guys were dating for Christ’s sake!

The first five minutes of the game had commenced, there was only five more left until the break. This was going to be a lot of pressure. Not because you weren’t confident, but because you wanted to impress your girlfriend and her family of course.

When Agustin blew the whistle to commence kickoff, you were so determined to make another goal for your girl. Anything for her honestly. The other team started, with Camila passing the ball to Isabela. Mirabel went to guard Camila while you tried to take the ball from Isa. Isabela got the ball and sprinted, and you chased after her. And god, was she fast. She was also a really aggressive player as well and she kept using her elbows to poke your ribs whenever you got too close. She plays dirty, but you refuse to. You were gonna win your glory the right way. While you were defending Isa, Camila ran along with her, giving her cousin an option to pass the ball to. Mirabel tried to keep up, but Camila was just too fast. So while you defended Isa, Camila ran alongside you two, leaving you in the middle and Mirabel trailing behind.

By this point, you guys were on your side of the field and Isabela passed it to Camila, the ball passing right in front of your feet. You tried reaching out for it, but ultimately failed, falling in the process. Camila then took the ball close to the goal as Bruno lunged forward and barely missed it. Camila kicked it past Bruno as he ran forward, the ball making contact with the net.

“Let’s go! Goalassoooooooooo!” Camila yelled as she punched the air and smiled brightly.

“Aye! Nice job Camila!” Isabela said as she high fived her cousin and ran up the field with her back to their side.

You sat on the ground, sighing in defeat. Your legs burned from the heat radiating from the ground under you as well as the hot sun above. Sweat dripped down your face and the drops landed on your hand. Your body was too tired to move and it was only the first half. You just wanted to do good. To make no mistakes. So you didn’t look dumb in front of her. A person then appeared behind you. Their shadow casted over your breathless and tired figure. Turning around, you looked up and noticed that it was Mirabel.

“Hey... you okay?” the girl asked you, almost whispering. She held a warm smile and put her hand out. How could you not smile back at her?

You allowed yourself to smile for a moment, scanning the girl’s figure when you frowned. Her knees were scraped and bloody. She caught your expression and reassured you that she was okay.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m okay see?” Mirabel says as she runs in place to show you that she was okay “My legs still work!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. For a moment it felt as if you had forgotten all the pressure and exhaustion you were feeling.

Suddenly you heard the blow of a whistle “Halftime! Five minute break everyone!” Agustin yelled as everyone got off the small field you played on and walked over to the patio where Abuela waited with water.

“Come on” Mirabel stated as she held her hand out to you and she pointed her head towards the drinks “Let’s go take a little break.”

You accepted and slipped your hand into hers as she pulled you up. The two of you walked over to Abuela and Mirabel still held your hand and squeezed your arm, her cheek being squished by your arm because of how tight she was holding you. You didn’t mind though, she was so adorable. You then helped Mirabel wash off her cuts, applying hydrogen peroxide to them and wrapping them.

“Ouuuuuuuuuuch!” the poor girl couldn’t contain her desperate cries for help as the liquid made contact with her open wound.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you said, kneeling in front of her, gently cleaning the cuts with a paper towel. You then got a wrap and wrapped it around her knees, securing them with athletic tape.

Backing away, you stood up and nodded so Mirabel could stand up.

“How’s it feel?” you ask.

“Better than ever. Thank you” Mirabel responded.

You blushed and looked down at the ground like an idiot as you twiddled your thumbs. Your lovey dovey expression was cut off by the feeling of a light hand on the top of your head. Your eyes widened and all you could do was keep your eyes glued to the ground. A shocked look was plastered on your face until you mustered enough courage to look up and meet Mirabel’s warm eyes.

They were so beautiful and looking into them made your heart race. All she did to return your flustered expression was smile and look at you like you were her entire world. Her eyes gleamed with love and adoration. How did a girl like her make you want to melt with simple headpats? You two stared into each other’s eyes, slowly getting closer and closer together, forgetting that the entire Madrigal family surrounded you two.

The tension that surrounded you two quickly disappeared when Agustin blew his whistle.

“Alright everyone, time for the second half!”

Everyone that was sitting on the benches quickly got up and made their way to the field, leaving you and Mirabel behind.

You then smiled warmly at her before pointing your head towards the field, urging her to follow.

“Come on” you said “Let’s win this.”

“By yoloing it?” Mirabel asked.

You responded by nodding and taking her hand “By yoloing it.”

When you two got on the field, only Bruno was there and Antonio was missing. He told you that his sobrino was too tired to keep playing so he sat on the sidelines, wanting to just watch the rest of the match. Pepa preferred the same, showing this by sitting with her son as she conversed with her mother, Alma. You and Mirabel just shrugged this off because the teams were going to be equal anyways. You insisted that Mirabel come up and play with you more because Antonio’s spot was free. You didn’t really need him anyway, you just wanted an excuse to play with Mirabel more. So without further questions, she agreed and moved to Antonio’s place.

The score was now 1-1 and you wanted to break that tie more than anything. With Mirabel watching front and center. Before Agustin blew the whistle, you gave her one last thumbs up and she nodded her head in determination, showing that she was going to try her best to help you. Kickoff was going to start with your team, since the goal was made on your team last.

After spending the first 8 minutes struggling to get the ball past the other team, the score was still tied but time was becoming an issue. Isabela and Camila were practically pushing you and Mirabel further and further back until they would eventually break through your defense. The pressure was on, and the temperature outside wasn’t helping. You and Mirabel panted for who knows how long, your lungs burning from the hot air that flowed through them. Your heart felt like it was beating at a million miles a minute and that you would collapse at any second. Mirabel didn’t look any better either, but you two were having so much fun. Your laughs filled the field and you both enjoyed yourselves a lot and how you both were playing. You guys worked so well together and it made you so happy. Camila and Isabela were having fun as well, but they didn’t look as tired as you and Mirabel did.

Finally, there was only about 1 minute left remaining, Agustin verifying it himself by putting his hand up and tapping his watch. This was the last play, and you were going to have to make it count. Thankfully, you were able to bring the ball up to their side of the field and Camila kicked it out in efforts to steal it from you so it was your ball. She really didn’t wanna lose and looked at you like she was going to kill you if you won. Same thing with Isabela. These two were very competitive and weren’t playing around when it came to winning.

You picked up the ball and walked over to the white line that divided the field from where it was considered ‘in’ and ‘out’. You held it behind your head, trying to figure out a way to give it to Mirabel. Your hands shook as you held the ball behind your head and a wave of fear washed over you. There was no way you could lose, especially in front of your girlfriend. It was just too embarrassing. So when Mirabel juked Isabela and came running towards you, asking for the ball, you threw it to her in an overhead motion so she could get it and pass it to you. Except you missed. Badly.

You may have thrown the ball a little too hard and you winced when it hit Mirabel in the stomach and she hunched over. That wasn’t considered a foul and the game still continued. Camila didn’t hesitate and attacked Mirabel so she could take the ball from her. You ran towards Mirabel and snatched the ball before Camila could. You yelled out a guilt filled but quick ‘sorry’ before you took the ball and bolted. Your girlfriend trailed behind you, clutching her stomach because she was barely able to hold it together. You didn’t notice, but as Mirabel chased after you in her efforts to help, she rolled her ankle and fell, a crack echoing from her leg as she fell to the ground.

Camila stopped for a moment, trying to decide if she should run after you or help her cousin. She spent a good 10 seconds contemplating what she should do and that gave you just enough time. Now there was only Isabela chasing after you, and you hadn’t realized why Camila stopped, Isabela pressuring you too much to spare a second to take a look back. As you neared the goal, you felt the taste of sweet victory approaching as you picked up your speed a bit more. Time seemed to slow down when you kicked the ball between Felix’s legs and it rolled past him without being blocked. Total satisfaction spread through your body when the whistle blew and the ball made contact with the net simultaneously.

You turned around, about to celebrate when you looked at Isabela, who stopped running and was hunched over, panting for her life. You then saw Camila, who was just standing in the middle of the field, as if she was trying to decide something. You then noticed that she was looking at something, or more like someone. Your heart sank a little when you realized Mirabel didn’t see your winning goal and then you became worried when you realized she held her ankle, rocking back and forth in pain.

Running over to her, you dropped to your knees and put your hands out cautiously, trying to decide what part of her to touch that wouldn’t hurt her. You then placed a hand on her shoulder and used the other to gently tilt her face towards you.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

Those big brown eyes that stared back at you in total fear and pain showed that she was indeed not alright. Her eyebrows were raised and her mouth was slightly agape. That worried look she gave you broke your heart and you wanted nothing more than to see her smile again.

The girl finally shook her head no in response to your question and she winced when she removed her hand from her ankle. There she showed her inflamed ankle, now red but you knew it was going to turn purple from bruising. This was definitely a sprain for sure.

“Can you move at all?” you asked softly.

The poor girl hesitantly shook her head again as she looked at you. You noticed her eyes became watery and tears threatened to fall. Her lip quivered and her mouth formed into a steady frown. Was she really in this much pain?

“Looks like she’s going to need Julieta. I’ll tell her about this when she gets home” Agustin spoke softly as he kneeled down to his daughter’s level “Don’t worry Miraboo, you’ll be okay. Is there any snacks or drink I can get for you?”

“Yeah… is there anything I can help you with too? I don’t like seeing you like this” Isabela joined in.

“Me too…” Camila agreed “I can go get some arepas from your mom in town if you want…” she said as she looked at her cousin with a worried expression.

“Thanks guys…” Mirabel spoke, looking up at everyone “I just wanna go inside and relax for a while. I have a few medical supplies in the nursery that can help patch me up.”

The girl looked at her hurt ankle once more before looking at you.

“A little help?”

You nodded “O-of course. I’ll take you upstairs.”

You then scooped up Mirabel, sliding your hands under her knees and holding her torso. It was like those princes in the fairytales picked up their princess. Everyone departed and went inside to do their own thing after you walked away. As you went up the stairs, Mirabel wrapped her arms around your neck softly as she brought her head close to your chest, using your heartbeat to relax her. The feeling of having your bodies this close together made you think things that you shouldn’t. Your girlfriend was going through pain and all you could do was think naughty things! You shook your head and tried to get the thoughts out before you got too ahead of yourself.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, you looked down at Mirabel and she now held a calm expression. Her eyes fluttered as they stayed closed and her arms felt so heavy on your neck. Her hair tickled your neck and a strand of her tied up locks fell over her eyes. Her chubby cheeks were tinted pink from the hot sun and her adorable feet pointed inward, like a duck, as you carried her.

When you reached the nursery, the door was already slightly open so you just pushed it more open with your foot. You then walked over to Mirabel’s bed and gently placed her on it, sitting up. She winced as you sat her down and her body was very tense. You took off her shoes and socks and she kept wincing in pain. You continued repeating soft phrases like “It’s okay” and “I’m sorry” until you took both of her shoes off. Then, you got one of her pillows and propped her hurt foot on it.

After that, you got a small towel and wet it with cold water, gently wrapping it around Mirabel’s ankle. You knew it was working its magic when you saw her relax a bit and her stressed expression change.

You noticed that she was still very sweaty, so you got another wet towel and placed it on her forehead. If you had any doubts about her being relaxed before that, they were definitely gone now. She felt so much better now and it was visibly apparent, the girl smiled as her eyes remained closed and she just basked in your company. After a few minutes, you wrapped her ankle in a bandage that helped keep her foot straight.

You then sat on her bedside and watched her with a soft smile. The girl sat there, her head resting on the headboard of her bed and you watched her long eyelashes flutter from every gust of wind that came in through the window. You watched her chest rise and fall with every breath she took, each one taking her closer and closer to her slumber. Her tied up hair was now falling apart as several of her curls stuck out and fell over her face. Her tiny hands jerked every few minutes whenever she became too still. This sight of her was unlike anything you had ever seen before. She was so calm and quiet, a combination of qualities you thought you would never see from your girlfriend. The evening sun shone through the window of the nursery and casted on the wooden floor. The particles of dust in the room were seen because of this, and you found yourself gazing off into the distance, the thoughts of today’s events recurring in your head. You looked over at her bedside table, those iconic green glasses catching your eye and you reminisced every memory you had of them and you couldn’t help but blush a little. The comforting silence that surrounded you both was then suddenly cut off by Mirabel.

“Come here” she whispered, tapping the empty spot next to her “Come sit with me.”

Your eyes trailed to where her tiny hand was tapping and you reluctantly agreed. Sitting next to her, she leaned her head on your shoulder, intertwining her hand with yours. Her soft hands were so plump and warm compared to you. You had already cooled off and thought she found comfort in your lack of warmth.

“Thank you for today” she said.

You cocked an eyebrow “Thank you for what?” you responded.

“For getting us that victory and taking care of me. Also carrying me up those stairs, sorry about that.”

“Sorry? Why should you be sorry? I’m sorry for throwing the ball at your stomach in the first place.”

“Don’t be. That was an accident. I had fun playing with you anyways” she tiredly spoke.

You smiled “You really had fun playing with me?”

“Of course I did” she responded. She opened her eyes and returned the look you gave her “You did so good today and I’m so happy we won.”

“I’m happy we won too” you said, cupping her cheek with your hand “But I couldn’t have done it without you.”

You watched her tired expression change to a flustered one. Her face started to turn red and her eyes widened as she looked up at you. Her face began inching closer to you, those lips of hers begging you to just kiss her already. You were alone together, so you just decided to sieze your moment. Caressing her cheek as you brought her close, your noses briefly touched for a moment. You raised her head a bit and kissed the tip of her nose, earning an adorable smile from the girl.

“I love you” Mirabel says.

You smile in response “I love you more.”

“Well I love you even more than that” she responds.

“Oh really?” you say.

“Yes.”

“There’s only one way to find out if that’s true” you say before finally bringing her in close and kissing her lips softly.

The kiss was gentle but long, your lips felt tingly and cold when you pulled away. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from her and end it like that, so you just kept pecking her lips over and over again until you felt satisfied, which was most likely going to be never. Mirabel smiled into the kiss, laughing at your endless desire for kisses from her.

“God you’re so… you” she said.

“And what does that mean?” you ask, playfully.

She smiles, wrapping her arms around one of yours as she squeezes it and leans on your shoulder.

“It just means that I-”

“Should seriously lock your door next time?” Mirabel was cut off by a familiar voice.

The two of you stop and look over to the doorway where Camila was standing. She held a disgusted expression as she looked around nervously.

“Seriously you guys, that’s gross! People don’t need to be walking in on this!” Camila shamelessly added.

Mirabel was so embarrassed and all she could muster out was a simple ‘sorry’.

“Why are you even here Camila?” you ask, trying not to lose your patience.

“Well Y/N” Camila stated, highlighting your name when she spoke “I got some arepas from Tia Julieta in town so Mirabel doesn’t have to keep suffering like this.”

“Hey!” Mirabel cut in “I’m not suffering!”

“Your almost crying earlier definitely says otherwise. I guess you can stay here and have fun, doing whatever… this is.”

The girl then throws over the arepas wrapped in tinfoil over to you, and you catch it with one hand.

“Have fun in here losers, come down for dinner in an hour” Camila says as she shuts the door behind her but then opens it again a moment later.

“Don’t think I forgot about today. Just because you beat me in futbol once doesn’t make you better. Next time… you’re going down” Camila concludes as she squints and closes the door slowly.

“God” you said “Your cousin really is brutal!”

“Yeah…” Mirabel admits “She can get like that sometimes, she’s still nice though I swear.”

“Well yeah, maybe to her friends” you scoff as you open the arepas wrapped in tinfoil. You then notice how there’s two arepas here instead of one.

“Why are there two arepas if you’re the only one that’s hurt?” you ask.

“See?!” Mirabel says “I told you Camila was nice!” you hand her an arepa as she munches on it immediately and the swelling in her ankle and the cuts on her knees go away.

“Oh gosh, so much better…” your girlfriend says, rolling her ankle much more comfortably.

You then look down at the remaining arepa on your lap and contemplate on eating it. After all, you did get a few scratches and bruises from that game. Camila and Isabela were really aggressive players.

“Help yourself” Mirabel insisted.

And with that, you took a bite of the arepa and you felt the flavors melt onto your tongue and it was delicious. All of your bruises and cuts went away immediately.

You and Mirabel stayed there, with her head resting on your shoulder and she practically hugged your arm. You two talked about random things and maybe even shared a few kisses after that.

Some time later, Camila came rushing back to the nursery, barging in, totally out of breath.

“Hey! Um.. Is… there… any way that… you guys… ate the arepas… already…” Camila panted.

“Yeah we did, sorry” Mirabel apologized “Why?”

“Because one of them was for me! Damn it man!” Camila says, turning around as she exists the room and mutters to herself “This is what happens when I try to get some extra arepas for myself…”

You two laughed at Camila’s struggle and smiled at each other, sharing one last kiss as the sun finally descended past the clouds and into the night. You two found comfort in each other’s presence and eventually fell asleep together, Mirabel’s legs tangling with yours as she let out tiny snores. You rested your head on top of Mirabel’s, your hands laced together and holding on to each other tightly. Julieta couldn’t help but treasure the sight of the both of you sleeping together when she came to call you guys down for dinner.

“You only live once, and I’m glad their choosing to live their one and only life together” the woman says aloud, leaving a kiss on both of your foreheads, and softly shutting the door behind her as she leaves the two of you to cuddle together until morning.

#encanto #encanto mirabel #encanto 2021 #encanto fanfic #disney encanto #encanto imagine #encanto imagines #mirabel x reader #mirabel madrigal x reader #mirabel encanto #disney mirabel #mirabel madrigal #mirabel x you #mirabel headcanon

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getting-messi · 1 year

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Argentina's players acted EXACTLY like every other winning team would have.

Do you all really actually believe that if the french had won they wouldn't have had chants about argentina? Of course they would! That's what happens when a team wins, and as far as I have seen none of the argentinian players have said anything racist about M'Bappé or the french player.

Racism in futbol and from futbol fans isn't an inherently South American problem, in fact most of the racist abuse I have personally seen comes from European fans. And the reason why so many people are having a field day with M'Bappé are his comments on South America and futbol. He is the least qualified individual to be making comments and criticisms about that. He's never come to South America, he's never played in South America. And THEN he goes and looses and World Cup final against a team from the continent he considers to be beneath him? 😂😂😂😂😂 Of course everyone is having a field day with that.

Like. What were you all expecting? I said I was gonna be an insuferable bitch about M'Bappé's comments because as a South American it pissed me off.

You truly said it perfectly.

France literally sang songs about beating Messi back in 2018. And EVERY team acts like this when they win. Remember Spain doing a CONGA LINE RIGHT BEHIND the German players when they were doing a press conference after the semi final in 2010????

Like THIS IS SPORTS!? And yeah, racism is universal in football, like it’s bad regardless of where it comes from but people are acting like South Americans created it like🤔

And Mbappé’s words came to haunt him, like he probably knows now he was dead wrong for saying out of pocket comments like that and going forward, he won’t insult an entire continent like that ever again🤧🥰

#anon

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luisosta · 1 year

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I've seen very many extremely annoying and angering takes (especially as a Hispanic person).

But by far the most insane one is the people acting like they're too cool to care and are above it all. That Argentinians are over celebrating and that Latam futbol fans care too much or whatever.

If you don't care just don't comment Idk go to touch grass. It'll always be better to care about something with your whole heart.

I thought we left that apathetic too cool to care for bullshit behind. Cringiest shit I've ever seen. This world cup has been amazing and inspiring to watch. Also checkout The Last Cup podcast, it's very good and there's Spanish version.

#world cup #futból #sports #soccer

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cant-get-no-worse · 11 months

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hii !!!

thank you, thank you, thank you for responding with such a detailed answer, you’re a gem <33

people hear post wc footy fan and just cringe so you understand my reasons sjskjsjanaj i mean we were all casuals at one point right? why gatekeep ??

wow, you know what they say about money, its not everything but its right up there with oxygen. i think the barca board ( bartomeu ) has a lot of flaws —in that one recent interview suarez said that neymar was planning to stay when suddenly his family made the decision to leave. there were a lot of reasons but the decision came after his personal info ( bonus?? ) kept getting leaked from the club, and that was the final straw or something, plus messi’s he stays insta post after the club’s decision to sue neymar back was sort of a dig at the board too ( so so so real of him !! ) —read this all on the internet btw

never a boring day at futbol club bassalona.

but all that aside, the loyalty bonus was part of his newly renewed contract right, so forget him leaving to psg, it was something both parties agreed on and signed on paper so don’t you think that neymar was entitled to that 43 mil? ( unpaid labour uno )

They also ask for him to return the €14M of the loyalty clause that had already been paid to him + 10% for delayed payment of said €14M + €8.5M in damages —this was overkill tbh. i get not paying the remaining 29 mil but asking for the already paid 14 mil back was too much. not that i’m in any position to comment on it, considering barça’s financial crises 💀

now i get why culér’s on twt get so triggered when neymar is affiliated to barça in any way. leaving the club like that and suing them later too 💀💀 they don’t even consider him a barça legend ( debatable ) they're so blinded by hate for him that they blame him for the clubs financial problems like its not neymar’s fault barça didn't make productive use of that 222 mil ffs 😭

for me the media & journalists will ever be trustable when affiliated to neymar. like the media ( especially the english ) truly despises him in this vengeful way i’ve never seen with any other sportsperson, and i don’t understand it either, from what i've heard neymar was football's IT boy back in the days. whatever happens i blame neymar pai, this man + his toxic friends are truly the root cause of all of neymar’s poor career decisions.

there’s only so much hate a person can take. i truly admire his determination, like man constantly gets hated on, questioned and hurt all the time ( physically and mentally ) and he just keeps going. i just hope he gets his happy ending ( like messi before him ), he deserves it and so much more. i think that’s enough rambling for now 😵💫

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Bahaha Bartomeu was absolutely cancerous. The contracts he gave to players were absolutely insane and we're still trying to shake off its consequences years later — thankfully we seem to be on the right path, looking at the current numbers!

Yeah, Neymar's reasons for leaving is still something I believe we'll truly never get the final word of — whether it came from him, his family, his father solely, a fallout with the barça board following, as you said, some contract revelation, etc. Just one of the obscure politics going on at that god forsaken institution haha.

Weeeell, tbh for once I'm understanding Barça side on that, you know? The loyalty bonuses were (seemingly) stipulating for him to go to the end of said re-signed contract, which he did not do by signing elsewhere, so I get the club's decision to not pay him the rest. Although as you pointed out, reclaiming the 14M seems so rat-like but given our financial state, I mean. 💀 The thing I don't get is why would you, as a club, give beforehand money that is to be given when your player has gone to the end of his contract before the fucking end of said contract. You don't know if said player's gonna stay! So why on God's green ball would you give those millions away for a bonus clause that's not even fulfilled? The whole thing is so mind-boggling I'm certain I'm not getting the inner workings of this right, because I cannot believe a board / club would do something this ridiculous financially speaking, even during the Bartomeu era.

Neymar's legend status at Barcelona is a whole part of why it used to make me sad thinking about it — he left wanting to cement his legacy, but by doing so, six years later, he isn't considered a legend neither at PSG nor at Barcelona (there's some debate, as you said, but at the end of the day, his name is always going to be out-shadowed by others and even fucking Geri or Luis have, in the eyes of many, a stronger case than him) because of that move, whereas had he stayed and won some more, that would have become undisputed. Enough to get you mad, truly, if you think too hard about it. And bahaha, the 222M — let's just collectively be affected by a case of sudden amnesia, shall we.

He was the IT boy, I truly think he embodied the very definition of a starboy footballistically-wise. Sad to think he possibly never let himself/had the right environnement to grow out of it. His dad being one of the key point at that, indeed. I don't know if you're around those spheres or something, but there's a French influencer/comedian on Instagram that talked about it once. From what I remember, he met Neymar for an ad, a sponsor, an interview or whatever the sweet fuck that thing was, and he recalled having been struck by the coldness of the interactions between Neymar and his father/agent. Now, you could say this is only the professionnal façade given by the pair to some media people and we don't know what's going on behind the scene, and I'm all for this, but what he specifically pointed out wasn't so much being weirded out by the player/agent but more by the player/father relationship. He wondered how one could sustain a healthy familial dynamic between a father and a son - one he saw absolutely none of during his brief time spent with Neymar and Sr, said he didn't felt like Sr was Neymar's father at all, directing him, telling him what to do at any point - all while maintaing a healthy profesionnal environnement between an agent and a client. The family member/agent/player/child boat is a whoooole other discourse that we could have for lots of players, and not only in football, it's actually kind of mad. I think it was Zlatan (my man <3) who said nowadays family members took too much space in their child/player's life and the medias, forgot to draw the right lines, forgot who was getting the money in/working or something.

Anyways, his environnement? Big bruh. I don't want to get into it cause we don't know what happens behind closed doors, once again, but part of me hope the birth of his second child will make him realize that to live a healthy, independent life with his close family/loved ones does not include allowing your jobless friends to squat your home 24/h.

& I agree with your conclusion! For all the bad stuff you can point out about him, because there is plenty, you can find good stuff in equal amounts, if not more. His resilience, both physical and mental, is one of those exceptionnal strong character points about him that somehow seem to fly under the radar. To have suffered stardom at the dawn of the internet at such a young age, a potential career-ending injury, multiple injuries slowing your progression, a very lively and pressured environnement of friends/family, the endless eyes of the medias - whether English, French or Spanish constantly quesitonning your life or career choices, all that is exhausting on both sides. Many would have given up for less. I truly wish for him to win something, if not a club level, at least with the National Team, so he can at least have that for him.

Oops you made me ramble again. Eheh. Much love! 💙

#A asks #<3 #neymar

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