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femininefutbol · 2 years

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future wife

idea from here (140), request from here

prompt: jill roord is falling more and more in love with you everyday

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The first time Jill ever mentions the phrase it is just a normal day.

You stand at the kitchen counter humming as you make breakfast for yourself and your girlfriend.

You are a morning person so you have already been up for a few hours, been on a run, gathered a lovely bunch of flowers for Jill, showered and started making you both breakfast. Because she has the day off training she sees it as the perfect opportunity to sleep until midday and then spend the rest of the day in bed watching TV.

You had hoped that at some point during the making of breakfast that Jill would get up and discover that you were only dressed in a sports bra and a pair of shorts but that did not occur leaving you to only be able to imagine the situations that could have arisen from such an occasion.

Instead you are left to make your way back to your bedroom holding the tray of breakfast that you prepared, which included one of the flowers that you definitely hadn't stolen from a neighbours yard.

“Is that hagelslag?” are the first words out of Jill's mouth, you could have hoped for a 'good morning' or a 'thank you' but you knew better than to expect that when presenting Jill with her favourite breakfast.

“It is indeed, do you think there is room for me?” you ask as you motion to the bed that Jill is sprawled across. Jill quickly moves over holding her hands out for the tray so you can get back into the bed with her.

“Where is your food?” Jill asks cheekily, clearly having seen the two plates of Dutch breakfast treat that she wants to steal all for herself.

You don’t dignify her joke with a response, instead you quickly grab your plate for yourself to ensure she actually doesn’t start eating it.

As Jill starts eating her food she takes a moment to look over to you, watching on as you nibble at your breakfast, entirely focusing on the Americanised jokes that neither of you particularly understand in the show Friends.

“You’ll be my wife one day” she states quietly to herself, smiling as she imagines the future where the two of you have these types of mornings but instead of you waking her up with breakfast, it is your children waking the both of you up so you can all make breakfast as a family, the idea makes her smile even wider as she can not wait to experience that with you.

The next occurrence of those six words being spoken by Jill is the day you meet some of her teammates.

The two of you had been in a serious relationship for quite awhile, years actually, and while you had attended many of her games during that time there was just never a time before this when you had met any of her teammates.

You moving to Wolfsburg to be with her is what set in motion the plan of you meeting them, prior to this she was living in London while you continued to live in Overijssel, the province of the Netherlands that the two of you are originally from.

“Are you sure they will like me?” you ask worriedly, you are sitting in the corner of a cafe with Jill waiting for her teammates to arrive.

You flatten out your shirt for probably the hundredth time in the span of a few minutes due to your nerves. Jill grasps your hands carefully holding them to stop you from continuing with your nervous habit, “mijn liefje, there is no way they couldn’t” she flashes a smile your way, the sight immediately calming you down.

She lets go of your hands moments later causing you to frown slightly, already missing the comfort of her hands in yours. You look up noticing the two girls that Jill is greeting happily.

“(Y/N), this is Shanice and Lynn” Jill points at each of them respectively, “and girls this is (Y/N), my girlfriend” she states proudly holding her hand out to help you to your feet so you can greet her teammates.

“Hi” you state quietly with a small wave. The two girls ignore your rather awkward greeting, each one pulling you into a tight hug, mentioning how excited they have been to meet you and claiming that Jill doesn’t shut up about you.

Meeting Jill’s teammates is going better than you expected. You thought that because you aren’t particularly knowledgeable on football that they wouldn’t like you or that there would be nothing for you to talk about with them but the conversation has been effortless and you are having a much better time than you thought you would.

You are speaking with Lynn about her dog, you excitedly mention how you can’t wait to get a dog once you and Jill hopefully settle down together sometime in the near future.

“You’ll be my wife one day” Jill speaks quietly, almost as if to confirm what you are saying, that the future you hope for the two of you will happen.

“Are you proposing soon?” Shanice asks just as quietly, obviously not waiting to ruin the surprise if she is.

“I think it’s time I do, every little thing we do these days makes long for a permanent future with her” Jill responds.

A sound resembling a squeal leaves Shanice's lips, causing yourself and Lynn to look over curiously at what the commotion is.

“Sorry, Jilldo said she’d buy me a cake pop and I got excited” Shanice lies effortlessly, looking towards Jill waiting for her to get up and buy the cake pop.

“Baby, can you buy me one too?” you pout at Jill, she knows how much you love cake pops so it would be unfair of her to buy her friend one and not you.

As Jill gets out of her seat she kisses your forehead tentatively before whispering “of course”.

She makes her way back towards Shanice.

“Do I get a forehead kiss as well?” Shanice asks with a laugh.

“You owe me the money for the cakepops and some extra” Jill whispers in her ear before walking towards the counter.

“Secret whispers, should I be jealous?” you ask Shanice with a laugh hoping that your humour is well received by Jill’s friends, which it indeed is.

The arguably most important time Jill speaks the phrase is the first time you have the pleasure of hearing it.

The two of you are spending New Year's Eve in a cabin in the countryside of your hometown Oldenzaal.

“Could you ever imagine moving back here?” you ask Jill.

The two of you are cuddled up by the fireplace taking in all the warmth before you have to make your way outside to watch the final sunset of the year together. It is a tradition that the two of you have stuck to throughout your entire relationship and even well before that when you were younger and just friends.

“With you I could, I would love our children to grow up here” she states, not even really noticing that she mentioned your potential children, something you two had agreed you would only speak about more when you were ready to get married and settle down.

“Our children, hey?” you move from laying your back on her chest in order to turn around and look her in the eyes.

“Yep, our children” Jill replies confidently, she then moves to get off the couch, pulling you up with her.

“Where are we going?” you whine not wanting to leave the warmth that the fireplace is providing you.

“The sun is about to set” she replies simply, pulling you outside onto the deck that overlooks a mountain range where the sun indeed will be setting very soon.

The two of you stand in each other’s arms watching as the sky displays beautiful pinks and purples leaving you feeling thankful to be able to experience the beauty of nature with the love of your life.

Jill attempts to take a step back but your arms are wrapped tightly around her midsection stop her from being able to move properly.

“Can you let go for a second mijn liefje? I have to do something” she whispers sweetly into your ear. You do as she asks, looking at her oddly before turning back to look at the sky.

“(Y/N)” Jill speaks softly, tugging on your hand in order to force you to turn around, as you do you notice that she is down on one knee holding open a box which holds the most beautiful ring that you have ever seen in your life.

“People always say that you will know when it is the right time to get married, I wasn’t sure I believed it. I have known that I love you for a long time and I’ve always known that you are an important person in my life but until recently I couldn’t say for sure that I knew when I would be ready to marry you, I know that sounds bad but hear me out. In the past few months I’ve found myself looking at you in regular moments, when we are doing everyday activities and overwhelmingly my thoughts are screaming “You’ll be my wife one day”, everything you do makes me love you so much more than I could ever imagine loving someone and during every moment of everyday all I can find myself doing is imagining how our future will be together. I know now is the time to ensure that you are my forever so, (Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N) will you marry me?” Jill pours her heart.

Tears stream down your face, you had also been feeling ready for marriage recently but hearing the way in which Jill worked out that she was ready to marry you made you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“Of course I will marry you Jill Jamie Roord” you respond basically falling into her arms, hugging your now fiance as tightly as you possibly can.

“At least now I’m telling the truth whenever I state that you’ll be my wife one day” Jill chuckles through tears, her hands finding their way to your face as she pulls you into the most passionate kiss the two of you have ever shared.

#jill roord #jill roord x reader #jill roord imagine #woso #woso imagine #wolfsburg #netherlands wnt #oranje leeuwinnen

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emsylcatac · 3 years

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Same anon, certainly not promoting disrespect and appropriation of cultures, in fact I'm uneasy with the disregard for Asian lives. But my point is these authors? They're very young. And very desperate. There's few alternatives to talk about Bible camp, or the vicious hierarchy of sports and cheer squads, or that everything is impossible without a whole CAR. If the show doesn't depict it, it's not taught in schools. And it's transformative. Fiction. There's so few places left to vent. 1of2

2of2 sorry it's long! Malice is not in play. Beyond usual 'ugly American' - ok dollars in a fic? THAT means they don't know *another currency exists*. How would they know to ask? That ignorance is DELIBERATELY done to them. I read these fics; and I'm familiar with US kids' programs. No outlets match ML. In another fandom? I've no sympathy for people our own age. These are kids writing on their phones. FAQs like yours are so vital, tysm. (Did you do 5 hours' research on China? Or did you post?)

Okay so I'm gonna be honest I'm getting more and more confused the more I read your ask and I'm failing to get your point.

In the initial ask I answered about fics, I made it abundantly clear that I wasn't calling out anyone for making simple cultural mistakes when you don't know any better. What is problematic is to know something is wrong and still doing it deliberately by applying your own culture to it.

Yes, for younger kids writers it's harder to grasp - but when I said someone wrote in their author note that they consciously knew US$ wasn't the currency here but didn't bother to look up for it, you can't possibly tell me that they weren't aware other currencies existed? Since they? Admitted it themselves??

You make it sound like these American kids who write fics are like super traumatised by the system, I'm not sure what that means. And yes, fiction isn't real, but again, when it's inspired or set in a certain cultural context and emphasised on in the show, you gotta be a minimum careful.

And please saying there's no good American representation in any kids show is just pushing it a tad bit too far, don't you think? Cause I sure can think of a few other countries who lack representation and would have more reasons to complain about it.

Anyway I will stop now just.... If you understood well my point earlier, I'm not blaming a kid for writing cultural mistakes or not knowing better, but I'm pointing more a finger to people who perfectly know things are different and have everything at their disposal to correct these points but still Americanise other cultures (google is wonderful afterall).

Edit: as for the research on China I don't know what you're trying to say, all I know is that if I need cultural information I would look it up or ask Chinese people in the fandom, or I wouldn't make a reference that I might interpret wrong and might hurt the culture.

#ask #anon #idk how else to tag this tbh

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killjoygem · 3 years

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(Slightly americanised for the tumblr audience)

TIMES are tough, but coronavirus needn’t stop you finding a job. Here recruitment consultant and professional bullshitter Josh Hudson explains how to succeed.

Look the part

Dress like David Beckham visiting the Palace, or if you’re a woman, one of the mouthy cows off The Apprentice. Also exude mindless self-confidence. This in no way proves you’ll be good at a job, but it works for estate agents and most sales dickheads.

Adopt a fraudulent interview persona

Everyone bigs themselves up in interviews, but real winners do nothing but lie. You’re the hardest worker on the planet, you completely reorganised every team you’ve ever worked in, you’re the best friend a co-worker could ever have. When they realise you’re a sneering, lazy bastard who reads sport websites all day it will be too late.

Choose a career that is actually detrimental to society

Certain jobs are largely recession and coronavirus-proof. Pursue a career such as property developer, online betting client manager or anything to do with payday loans. Paramedics and teachers will get fired; you never will. Idiots.

Have a solid line in bullshit

Do you occasionally stop making inappropriate remarks to the work experience girl to check your emails and make a phone call? You are ‘actioning strategies in a fast-paced multi-platform environment’. And you are, of course, ‘across it’.

Be much worse at your job than you implied

Really talk the talk even if you’re missing targets hopelessly. Just sounding as if you know what you’re doing will suffice for most pointless jobs. But for Christ’s sake don’t apply for ones where your incompetence will quickly become apparent, eg heart surgeon or the president.

From The Daily Mash

#the daily mash #satire news #comedy #the onion #its not but im stealing exposure

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jemej3m · 5 years

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I would frankly die for more of the Kevin taking a sabbatical in Ireland. Pretty please?

for @jjeanmorreau who also asked for more vacay kev, here ya go!

Kevin couldn’t explain how he’d found himself here again, but he was. The patron beamed at him from behind the bean grinder and blew him a kiss.

Between the first talk and the various relapses back to the cafe’s inviting warmth, Kevin discovered that the owner’s name was Nieve Meir, and that Cian, the tanned, lithe professor with startling brown eyes, was her son.

The man himself often kept his mother company: Kevin could see him at his usual haunt, surrounded by papers he was grading whilst listening to music through headphones. His desk was tucked behind the counter, in the innermost corner of the little corner shop. Kevin averted his eyes before he could notice Kevin’s presence, instead greeting Nieve with a hesitant smile.

“There’s our little foreigner. Cian missed you at Friday’s talk. It was all about Americanisation: Surely you’d have some more insights than we would, milling about ol’ Dunnie every day.”

He ordered his cappuccino and opened his copy Ulysses. It truly was a difficult read: He’d been hacking away at it almost constantly whilst hanging around in this town and had made less than a quarter of the way through.

“Here you are, Kevin, dear.” Nieve settled down his mug. “Enjoy. And stay awhile.” She winked.

The mention of his name must have cut through the music: Cian glanced up from his grading and smiled, beckoning Kevin over. He took his mug and kept it on a coaster to avoid getting coffee on the scrawled essays the man was covering in glossy red ink.

“Ulysses, hm?” He murmured, letting his fingers brush along the spine of the book. “Not for the faint-hearted. Are you enjoying it?”

Kevin hesitated. “I’m not sure.”

The man snorted. “So why bother? Shouldn’t literature be enjoyable as well as stimulating?”

“You’re a professor: Shouldn’t you be encouraging me to challenge myself?”

“Well, I’ve known you for a week and a half,” Cian tapped his pen to his grin. “And I want to take you out for dinner before I scare you off with my academic status, so I have to tread lightly.”

“I -” Kevin halted. “I’m not a brainless jock. I majored in history!”

Cian’s grin spread wider, impossibly so. Kevin thought he was going to lose his god-damned fucking mind. “More compatible than I thought. What do you say? To dinner?”

Kevin looked to his coffee. He would have to go back soon: The off-season couldn’t last forever, and the reprieve from Exy was necessary, but he was still Kevin Day: He couldn’t abandon his life-sport for the romanticised ideal of a cute history professor in a small Irish city.

Nothing would come of it, Kevin was sure. That was the only reason he said yes.

They walked down the cobbled alleyways, the pavings waterlogged by the recent rainfall. Dinner had been an extended affair at a quiet downtown pub, on the second floor with a candle between them and a window revealing a busy street, adorned with strings of white lights and iron lamp-posts below. It was almost mystical: Kevin felt like he was floating. Or maybe that was the wine.

“If we’re being candid,” Cian said, hands in his pockets as they walked down the street. His coat was suede: Beneath it was an adorable baby-blue tie that set off the crystal in his cartilage piercing, and a pair of tight trousers. Kevin appreciated the effort: He’d tried his best but his clothes were all suit-case frumpled and he’d neglected the formal-wear aspect in his packing. “I did some research on you. Just to see if you had a Facebook or something.”

Kevin stopped walking.

“I was a little shocked.” Cian admitted. “I had no idea who you were, let alone that you’re well-famous.”

“I…” Kevin searched for what he wanted to say. Conversation had come so naturally, and now he was completely jilted.

Cian held out his hand and took Kevin’s fist, slowly unwinding the clenched fingers. “I understand that you don’t want crazy fans following you around, but you could have - I don’t know, mentioned that you’re probably one of the most successful sportsmen in North America. Though,” He considered carefully, looking at the shape of Kevin’s shoulders. “I’m not complaining.”

Kevin finally found his voice. “I came here to escape the way monotony was creeping up on me over there. I - want to be known for who I am, not what I am. Here I can get that chance. With you, I can get that chance.”

Cian’s smile returned. He had a chipped canine tooth that Kevin hadn’t asked about yet, but wanted to. He took Kevin’s other hand: They were facing each other in the darkness of late-evening, shadows playing across the other man’s features and setting off the spark in his eye. Kevin swallowed.

“I’ve never been interested in sports, really.” He said. “I’ll bet you’ve never been allowed to be anything outside of the game.”

Kevin nodded.

“How long are you here?” Cian asked.

Kevin grimaced. “Maybe a week and a half.”

The man nodded, contemplative. “It’ll have to do.” He took Kevin’s hand by the wrist and set off into a quick jog. “We have no time to waste!”

“What are you doing?” Kevin huffed, being forced into a stumbling pace behind him.

“I’ll show you what it means to be real, Day.” Cian dragged them into oncoming traffic, cutting corners and through side-streets. “I’ll show you all you’ve missed. But first: you’re spending the night at mine.”

Kevin’s heart raced as his cheeks flourished: His hand fought free of the cuff Cian’s fingers formed around his wrist, instead intertwining their fingers together.

This was unmapped ground. This was a hiccup in his breath. This uncertainty of something new, something unfamiliar, warred with his arrogant self-assuredness and the obvious way Cian’s hand slipped into the back pocket of his jeans as they waited for his flat’s elevator. This was freeing.

It made him feel young again.

When he awoke he was completely naked as sun streamed through the windows, striping across the caramel expanses of Cian’s back. His hair sprawled out across the pillow and Kevin absently took a lock and wound it around his finger.

It was six-thirty. He’d woken every day for a run and today was no different. He slid out of bed and decided fuck it: He’d take something of Cian’s and come back soon enough. The man himself said that he was a heavy sleeper and was never awake before nine o’clock.

He took shorts and running shoes, taking off around the block. There was a lovely park around the corner which he looped twice before heading back.

Sure enough, the man was still dead-asleep. Kevin put the keys back where he’d found them and crept into the shower. Was this strange? It didn’t matter. Kevin was just some whack foreigner: Cian could just base his assumptions on their cultural differences. He toweled off and went back into Cian’s room in search of his clothes.

The man was blinking up at him, dazed.

“Christ,” He muttered, turning back into his pillow. “I almost forgot how stunning you were.”

Kevin grit his teeth, trying valiantly to stop his cheeks from burning.

Cian reached over to the empty side of his bed and patted the sheets. “Come back.”

“You don’t have to work?”

“You think too much, Kevin Day. Amadán. Come back.”

Kevin let himself grin and slipped back under the covers. He could sleep in for another two hours. It’d been a while since he’d slept by another body, especially one who made an effort to maintain skin-to-skin contact, and the warmth lulled him back into an easy sleep.

Before he drifted off again, he felt a small kiss press to the top of his head. It had to be the first time he could remember someone doing that. His cheeks would be permanently stained red around this man.

He was distracting. Gorgeous, smart, passionate, but really, he was just a distraction. Kevin still had Moriyama contracts to seal. He had a game to play. Cian was beautiful, an aesthetically abstract moment of time that took Kevin back to distant times in distant places, some of which had never been real.

It was enough for now.

our royal majesty’s softness is showing

#kevin day #all for the game #sabbatical au #jem writes

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zpomnicore · 7 years

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About this blog, life and other overrated bullshit (German dadrunter)

Thank you for wasting your time by following shitty musicblogs like this and grabbing dirty badmade music you don´t want to listen anymore tommorrow and never again. I do the same. Sometimes. Now here comes the surprising “i am getting older and have 20 new children and police says i should stop my drugabuse a bit because it makes me buying sexy nuclear weapons in the street instead of looking for a job, wanking and bring the trash out to the spam folder” line. Done. Another: I am talking like an average Americanised middleclass idiot yet, now. Shit. Lets stop this. But how? Uhm... don´t know. Some other ideas and preferences:

1. I posted too much average or overrated bullshit here the last time. This time shall be over now. Quantity is also overrated. You know the big names of the game, yet, now. If not, skroll the blogarchieve and just listen to the 1300 audios I´ve posted, then you will know. Or ask an expert.

2. I want to make (ad) stickers for this blog in June. If you´re interested, just write a mail to horrorrrgrrrl at web dot de (guess there is not so much interest so I can send you a package with some stickers for free if you give your postal adress, but I don´t promise for free, but that the first 10 people will get a free package, that would be yet 22% of my followers [incl. bots and other strange beeings with sexual explicit material blogs following this blog]). In worst case I will tell you “sorry, give cash or stay stickerless.”

3. Speedcore becomes fashion. Its obvious. Look at all these suckers now uploading shitty fuckshit with commercial mellowlines and sexy photos and japanese sweet trendmanga shit and how much clicks some sets have on Youtube and that DJs do speedcoresets at Red Bull sponsored DJ-Competitions and so on. All these “MTV speedcore fashionshow” jokes are lapsed.

You needn´t be a culture philosopher to see that it was very probable this will happen. Anyhow, relax, sit down and enjoy watching how (underground) history repeats, watch hysterical, young people selling their souls for nothing, watch fucked up old people selling their souls and names for a little peace of the shitty pink cake, watch how another subculture will go down, it hadn´t that much to offer and “speedcore against racism” didn´t include “against sexism”, “against dumbism” and/or “against staying a drugged narrow-minded asshole all life long”. This was always obvious. +You are not the hardest, sickest and most respected undergroundperson in the world anymore, if you wear a “speedcore-something” T-Shirt now. And if you wear it on your marriage, you will stay a fucked up fool. Yet because marrying is for fucking pussies and you can´t conceal this. Marriage is in general conservative bullshit and an important column of a fucked up repressive system that eats your soul as the sellout of subcultures, cultural appropriatation, ignoring sexism and other forms of hierachy in one´s (sub-)culture and Red Bull DJ-Contests are. And so on. (Much to say, nothing to add).

Ways to deal with that:

- Get your piece of cake! Make a facebookaccount that contains “speedcore” or shitty folders on Soundcloud, connect it with stuff or events you want to sell or design longboards with shitty skullframed speedcorelogos (don´t forget to add a weapon!) and add 20000 users whos name contains also “speedcore” and/or ”hakkuh”, “noisekick”, “komprex” or “terror”. If you want more clicks on SC, make some “Early speedcore” sets containing the obvious tracks of DOA, Amiga shock force and so on.

- Go Extratone and tell everyone (really everyone) that you are still harder than em all and that you listened to speedcore long time ago. But now its to slow for you. Maybe some will pay attention and suck your genital for this extra hardness. Extratone is part of the game, but some hillbillies & noobs will always think its not. Buy extratone stocks instead of speedcore stocks. Wear an Extratone shirt at your boyfriends marriage. Thats cute.

- Ignore the trend. Well these people at the bar of your party sure aren´t hippsters or just stupid little teenies who try to look hard, its totally cool underground people who know what the shit is like, they will share love with you, they will support you and add fancy filters before uploading the photos of your drugged dancemoves on instagramm they´ll share with thousands of nice looking bots and people, The scene was always full of assholes and fuckheads, so where is the difference? Lets talk about this in some years, again.

- Quit with music! Do sports, get religious or study creative customer based speedcore management on your local university after having saved enough money and done all the other shit, enhancement drugs are healthier than partydrugs some people say.

- Fight the trend! Come to the next party with a baseballbat and destroy all cars and people with Noisekick, Komprex, P.O.S. (Where would you draw the line?) or “Terror Worldwide” T-Shirts or logos, sell ratpoison-interlarded speed and pills (the “true people” are used that, they wont die, only the posers will die!), start pogo each 5 minutes or each Cannibal Corpse-Sample (same), hack accounts of all people using masks, tits and other bullshit in their profiles to “gain” anything, the only thing they gain is death!!!! Make some “dos and don´ts videos, texts and vlogs about prohibited and non prohibited artists, samples, tracknames, logo contents and colours you may wear on a party or on your avatar and look for some sheeps who will obey to all you will preach them. Your sect is the only way to keep the true spirit alive!

-Cry! If this doesn´t help, kill yourself! All our lives, values and identities were based on the power of true speedcore (speedcore will never die, life begins with speedcore and so on...), so how can you deal with the fact that all you believed in and lived for is now rotting away to an average piece of shit? Speedcore was so clean once (you could eat from the dancefloor), it was so beautiful once, so strong and cool and making life worthful, but now they will soon sell shirts with a gameboy that has the word “speedcore”written instead of “Tetris” on the frame on H&M, Zalando and Pimkies, also for kids in 152 and 164, Satan will not help you because he´s the new manager of H&M men´s world, so all you believed in is ridiculous now. You could believe in yourself, but you are just a slave to the rhythm and rhythm is a dancer and your master is now a servant, thank god there´s enough other authorities and illusions left to believe in. Not? Hm...

If you need a better solution call the police or ambulance. My good humour has also gone during the last time.

4. Nothing.

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Scheiße, ich hab garkein Bock jetzt das alles nochmal auf deutsch zu übersetzen. Aber trotzdem. Blogarbeit ist pflicht und ein deutsche Tugend. Ich mag deutsche Tugenden nicht. Das alles motiviert mich nicht. Aber ich will auch nicht jetzt hochskrollen und den Betreff ändern, mein Laptop ist so virenverseucht, daß er beim hochskrollen möglicherweise abscheißt. Also los:

Danke, daß ihr eure Zeit damit verschwendet, beschissenen Musikblogs wie diesem und schlecht gemachter Musik zu folgen. Ich mache das auch. Manchmal. Auf deutsch klingt das alles noch kackiger als auf englisch.

Jetzt kommt eine überraschende “Ich bin älter geworden, habe 20 Kinder mehr und die Bullen sagen, daß ich meinen Drogenmissbrauch redizieren soll, weil ich drauf immer in sexy-Atomwaffen-Straßenhandel verwickelt werde, statt nach einem Job zu gucken, zu onanieren und den Müll raus in den Spamordner zu bringen” Zeile. So, fertig. Noch eine: Ich red inzwischen wie irgendein amerikanisierter Durchschnittsvollidiot (auch als Affin kann man Frack tragen). Scheiße, Leute. Das muss aufhören. Aber wie? KP. Ein paar Ideen und (...äh, wie bersetz ich “Preferences”? Das war eh schon falsch, das Wort, aber das andere Wort hatte ich vergessen):

1. In letzter Zeit hab ich viel zu viel durchschnittlichen Bullshit und Zeug, das zuviel Beachtung bekommt, gepostet. Die Zeit ist ab jetzt vorbei (ab diesem Post). Masse wird überschätzt. Ihr kennt jetzt die großen Namen im Game. Wenn nicht, hört einfach nochmal die 1300 Posts durch, dann wisst ihr sie. Oder fragt einen Experten.

2. Ich mach Sticker für diesen Blog. bei Interesse einfach mal an horrorrrgrrrl ätt web de schreiben. Rest mit Übersetzerin (das wird voll geil jetzt):

Wenn Sie interessiert sind, einfach eine Mail an Web horrorrrgrrrl Schreiben dot de (denke, es ist nicht so viel Interesse, so kann ich Ihnen ein Paket mit einigen Aufklebern senden kostenlos wenn sie ihre Anschrift geben, aber ich habe nicht kostenlos, aber die ersten 10 Leute werden nach dieser Blog] erhalten Sie gratis ein Paket, das wäre noch 22% meiner Jünger werden [inkl. Bots und andere seltsame Mensch mit sexuellen explizites Material Blogs). Im schlimmsten Fall Ich werde Ihnen sagen, "es tut uns leid, Bargeld oder Aufenthalt stickerless geben."

3. Speedcore wird Mode. Seine Hand. An alle diese Sauger jetzt hochladen shitty Fuckshit mit kommerziellen Mellowlines und sexy Fotos und japanische Süße trendmanga Scheiße aussehen und wie viel Klicks einige Sätze haben auf Youtube und die DJs tun speedcoresets bei Red Bull dj-Wettbewerben gefördert und so weiter. Alle diese "MTV speedcore Fashionshow "Witze sind nichtig.

Sie brauchen nicht eine Kultur Philosoph sein, um zu sehen, dass es sehr wahrscheinlich war dies geschehen wird. Jedenfalls, entspannen Sie sich und genießen Sie, wie (U-Bahn) Geschichte wiederholt, beobachten Sie hysterisch, junge Menschen, die ihre Seelen für nichts achten, Abgefuckte alte Menschen ihre Seelen und Namen verkaufen für ein wenig Frieden der shitty rosa Kuchen, beobachten, wie eine andere Subkultur nach unten gehen wird, hatte es nicht so viel zu bieten und "speedcore gegen Rassismus" nicht "gegen Sexismus", "Gegen dumbism" und/oder "gegen eine Droge beigemischt Engstirnigen alles Leben Arschloch long". Dies war immer auf der Hand. Sie sind nicht der härteste, Krankste und angesehensten undergroundperson in der Welt mehr, wenn Sie eine "speedcore Verschleiß-etwas" T-Shirt. Und wenn du es tragen auf ihre Ehe, werden Sie eine abgefuckte Narr bleiben. Doch weil das Heiraten ist für fucking pussy und Sie können dies nicht verbergen. Die Ehe ist in der Regel konservativ Bullshit und eine wichtige Säule einer Abgefuckte repressiven System, dass Ihre Seele frisst wie den Ausverkauf von Subkulturen, kulturelle appropriatation, ignorieren, Sexismus und anderen Formen der Hierachie in der (Sub-) Kultur und Red Bull DJ-Wettbewerbe sind. Und so weiter. (viel zu sagen, nichts hinzuzufügen).

Weisen Sie das beschäftigen:

- Holen Sie sich Ihr Stück vom Kuchen! Machen Sie einen facebookaccount, enthält "speedcore" im Namen oder shitty Ordner auf Soundcloud, mit Material oder Veranstaltungen Sie wollen verkaufen oder longboards Design mit shitty verbinden skullframed speedcorelogos (vergessen Sie nicht, eine Waffe hinzuzufügen!) und 20000 Benutzer whos Name hinzufügen enthält auch "speedcore" und/oder "hakkuh", "noisekick", "komprex" oder "Terror". Wenn Sie mehr Klicks auf Sc möchten, stellen einige "Frühe speedcore" Datensätze, die offensichtliche Spuren von DOA, Amiga Schock tritt und so weiter.

- Gehen Sie Extratone und erklärt jeder (wirklich jeder), dass Sie noch härter sind als Em All und, dass Sie zugehört längst Speedcore. Aber jetzt sein für Sie zu verlangsamen. Vielleicht werden einige Aufmerksamkeit und Ihre genitalen für diese zusätzliche Härte saugen. Extratone ist Teil des Spiels, aber einige Hinterwäldler & noobs wird immer der Meinung sein nicht. Extratone Aktien kaufen, anstatt speedcore Bestände. Eine extratone Shirt an Ihre Freunde, ehe tragen. Das ist niedlich.

- Den Trend zu ignorieren. Auch diese Menschen an der Bar Ihrer Feier sicher nicht Hippsters sind oder einfach nur dumme kleine Teenies, die versuchen, schwer zu suchen, seine total cool u-Menschen, die wissen, was die Scheiße ist wie, Sie werden mit ihnen Liebe teilhaben, werden Sie sie unterstützen und Fancy Filter hinzufügen, bevor Sie mit dem Hochladen der Fotos von euren betäubten dancemoves auf instagramm sie mit Tausenden von gut aussehende Bots und Menschen teilen, die Szene war immer voller Arschlöcher und fuckheads, also wo ist der Unterschied? Lassen Sie uns darüber sprechen diese in einigen Jahren wieder.

- Beenden Sie mit Musik! Sport tun, erhalten Sie religiöse oder kreative Kunden speedcore Management auf Ihrem lokalen Universität studium nachdem Sie genug Geld und alle anderen scheiße gemacht gespeichert, Verbesserung Drogen sind gesünder als partydrugs einige Leute sagen.

- Zerstören Sie Der Trend! Kommen Sie auf die nächste Party mit einem baseballbat und alle Autos und Menschen mit Noisekick, komprex, P.O.S.-ZERSTÖREN (Wo würdest Du die Linie zeichnen?) oder "Terror Weltweit" T-Shirts oder Logos, Ratpoison verkaufen - blödsinnige Geschwindigkeit und Pillen (die "wahren Menschen" verwendet werden, dass Sie nicht sterben, nur die Poser wird sterben!), start Pogo jede 5 Minuten oder jede Cannibal Corpse-Sample (Gleichen), hack Konten aller Personen, die Masken, Titten und anderen Bullshit in ihren Profilen zu profitieren." "Alles, das Einzige, was Sie gewinnen, ist der Tod!!!!!!! Einige "Dos und Don'ts, Videos, Texte und Vlogs über verboten und nicht verboten Künstler, Muster, tracknames, logo Inhalt und Farben können Sie auf einer Party oder auf deinen Avatar tragen und für einige Schafe, die alle werden sie predigen sie gehorchen aussehen wird. Ihre Sekte ist der einzige Weg, der wahre Geist lebendig zu halten!

-Heule! Wenn das nicht hilft, sich selbst töten! Unser aller Leben, Werte und Identitäten wurden auf der Grundlage der Macht der wahren speedcore (speedcore wird nie sterben, Leben beginnt mit speedcore und so weiter…), so wie können Sie mit der Tatsache, dass alle, die Sie geglaubt und lebte jetzt weg ist Fäulnis auf durchschnittlich Stück Scheiße? Speedcore so einmal sauber war (man konnte von der Tanzfläche essen), es war so schön, so stark und cool und kostbare, aber jetzt werden sie bald T-Shirts mit einem Gameboy, hat sich das Wort "speedcore" geschrieben statt "Tetris" auf dem Rahmen auf h&m, Zalando und pimkies Verkaufen, auch für Kinder in 152 und 164, Satan wird Ihnen nicht helfen, weil er der neue Manager von H&M für Männer Welt, also ist alles, was Sie glaubten an jetzt lächerlich ist. Man könnte glauben Sie an sich selbst, aber sie sind nur ein Sklave der Rhythmus und der Rhythmus ist ein Tänzer und dein Meister ist jetzt ein Knecht, Gott sei Dank, es gibt genügend andere Behörden und Illusionen Links zu glauben. Nicht? Hm…Wenn Du eine bessere Lösung benötigen, die Polizei oder Krankenwagen rufen. Mein guter Humor hat auch in der letzten Zeit gegangen

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True Grid: Formula 1 Gets Up to Speed With the Times

The global feminist movement and the egalitarian drive to make businesses more inclusive and (let’s face it) less sexist are impacting industries of all stripes—including racing stripes.

Add Formula 1 racing to the list of industries getting up to speed with the times, with news that the prestigious motorsports circuit is replacing its so-called “Grid Girls” with a more family-friendly team of “Grid Kids” at the track. The changes also apply to other motorsports series that take place during the Grands Prix weekends.

The youngsters will be chosen by their motorsport clubs on merit, or by lottery, and will already be competing in karting or junior formulae. The lucky few will then be able to accompany and stand alongside the 20 best drivers in the world on the grid as they prepare for the race.

In replacing female promotional models on the starting grid with budding racing drivers and young fans, the hope is “to make the pre-race ceremony more relevant and interesting for fans, especially the younger ones,” and to encourage more women fans.

Formula 1 (also known as Formula One or F1 and officially the FIA Formula One World Championship) is the highest class of single-seat auto racing sanctioned by the Federation Internationale de l’Automobile (FIA).

“Formula 1 is the pinnacle of motorsport and the dream of every young racer competing the junior series that make up the FIA’s single-seater pyramid, from karting all the way to F1,” FIA president Jean Todt said.

“We are delighted to bring that dream a little closer by giving the future champions of our sport the opportunity to stand alongside their heroes on the grid in the build-up to the race start.”

ICYMI: The next generation of #F1 fans will mingle with today's drivers before lights out in 2018

F1 and the @fia have announced that Grid Kids will be featuring this coming season

We might even spot the next @Max33Verstappen ( with dad Jos)

More >> https://t.co/r50zFbdetC pic.twitter.com/59gst1Gm2e

— Formula 1 (@F1) February 5, 2018

F1 managing director of commercial operations Sean Bratches added, “What better way to inspire the next generation of Formula 1 heroes?” Bratches, an American ad sales veteran who rose through the ranks at Disney/ESPN before joining F1, added that the Grid Girls tradition “does not resonate with our brand values and clearly is at odds with modern day societal norms.”

GRID KIDS: The next generation of F1 fans will now have a chance to line-up alongside their heroes on race days, ahead of lights out… ⬇️ https://t.co/r50zFbdetC

— Formula 1 (@F1) February 5, 2018

Liberty Media, F1’s American owners, have made no secret of their objection to using female models, arguing that the decades-old practice is “at odds with modern-day societal norms.”

“Grid girl” Sophie Wright isn’t the only young woman who defends the practice, arguing that the role is a brand ambassador for the sport. “You have beautiful, glamorous air hostesses working for the best airlines in the world, you have beautiful Victoria’s Secret models.”

Liberty Media deliberately delayed the news of Grid Kids when announcing the #GridGirls' removal to create headlines and social media infighting. #F1 has been well and truly Americanised.

— BWOAH RACING (@BWOAHRacing) February 5, 2018

Grid Girl Danielle Ferin added that she and her colleagues “do it by choice, and we’re not forced into the work,” and it’s not about “looking pretty.” They have “brought a lot of people together. I think it will stop a lot of people going to see it [F1 races], it will just be really male-dominated.” She called the move a “backwards step.”

Bernie Ecclestone, F1’s former CEO, also opposed the change, but three-time world champion driver Sir Jackie Stewart, now 78, defended F1’s owners for the decision, stating: “I don’t think it is a shame or a controversial decision and I understand what Liberty are saying. These are different times that we are living in.”

In addition to making more fans feel welcome, brands welcome the move too. Tommy Hilfiger, for example, just announced a multi-year sponsorship deal with four-time Formula One World Champions Mercedes-AMG Petronas Motorsport.

“From the first time I attended a Formula One race, I was completely fascinated by the world of motorsports,” Tommy Hilfiger stated about his personal love for the sport.

“To be re-entering this arena with World Champions Mercedes-AMG Petronas Motorsport and their number one team is an incredible way to fuse fashion and Formula One. I recognize the passion, spirit and drive that the entire Mercedes-AMG Petronas Motorsport team shows at every race, and these shared qualities are why I’m excited to partner with them for the upcoming seasons.”

As Official Apparel Partner, Tommy Hilfiger will supply travel and team kits and office and hospitality apparel for more than 1,500 individuals ; its logo will be added to the team’s 2018 race cars, while brand ambassador, model Gigi Hadid, will play a role, too.

“The exciting partnership with Mercedes-AMG Petronas Motorsport is a celebration of our shared commitment to keep technology and innovation at the core of our business,” said Daniel Grieder, CEO Tommy Hilfiger Global and PVH Europe.

“We take pride in partnering with organizations that are the best in their industries and share our passion to attract and retain the best-in-class teams. We are excited to leverage the incredible reach that Formula One has worldwide as we continue to build on our brand’s global recognition and bring Tommy Hilfiger to new audiences.”

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