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[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

randomly thinking about my silly mad scientist oc today. Okay

[uwingdispatch]

Neeeeewwwww! Wood earrings! Featuring Thrawn's Chimera symbol, the High Republic-era Jedi seal, and everyone's favorite murder droid, Chopper! These are each 1" in size and super light weight!

Don't forget you can use code TUMBLR15 for 15% off most accessories (including these!). Shop is here.

[faeryaesther]

Alfie missed a shot: #^#*#&#@^#@(#

Gordon waiting for him to shake hands: 🙂😊

[gioxy3ron]

Hi everyone, today is the 1st anniversary of my Tumblr blog! I had my ups and downs with this platform and at first I was really skeptical about it considering what I’ve heard about it, but I wanted to find a place outside my Instagram where I could post my art✨

Even though I don’t have the same amount of engagement and followers than the ones I have on my Insta, I’m really grateful for having 200 followers on here and in one year I managed to connect with a lot of amazing artists and received a lot of support and love towards my work💙

All I want to say is thank you so much for being here, your support, even if it’s a few means the world for me!

Tagging here some amazing people I met on here (some of them are from here and some of them come from my Instagram🌟)

@zarthzh @doweesig @francoisl-artblog @natsuko-the-mun @anime-grimmy @itsmeaxumii @unknownpov19 @m4dumy @pixie-yuni @chaotic-deity @delizbin @vbnhuet @phoenix-inblue @albeolambda @arandompal @rodtorqueredlinefangirl

I’m really sorry for pinging you but If you’re reading this I just want to say that I care about you, I truly love your art and thank you for making my Tumblr experience the best I’ve ever had💫

For y’all, stay tuned for my next projects I have on mind🔥

[nylwnder]

gio already getting sassy WWE HIS ASS KING

[notsoattractivearenti]

the usmnt game is at 4.30 am my time……… well looks like imma have to wake up at 4 am on a fucking sunday 💀

[giovalcnte]

su rostro se ladea un poco ante la interrogante ajena y lo analiza por un instante ' es prácticamente lo mismo ' coincide ' entonces mejor no voy a leerlos, quizá le quito el deseo a alguien ' bromea, arrugando ligeramente su nariz ' es como sacar una moneda de un pozo de los deseos y arruinarle a las personas sus peticiones ' aunque pensaba que aquello solamente tenía un efecto psicológico, dudaba que de verdad algo se diese si se pedía, incluso si se hacía con mucha fuerza. orbes verdes viajan a las flores que él señalaba y en su rostro se extiende una amplia sonrisa ' creo que combinan perfecto ' concede y luego con delicadeza señala las nomeolvides y mira a su hermano ' y le podemos poner un par de no me olvides ' cejas suben y bajan ' ¿conoces la leyenda? ' curiosea y no le da oportunidad de responder pues comienza a contarla ' dice que un caballero y su amada paseaban por el río, mientras ella recogía flores él cayó al agua y, antes de desaparecer bajo la corriente, lanzó la flor nomeolvides hacia su amada, gritando “no me olvides” ' dramatiza un poco lo que debía ser el grito del caballero ' entonces esa flor es un símbolo de recuerdo eterno y afecto ' culmina, llevando la vista a su hermano y cuando obtiene confirmación de lo que imaginaba comienza a trabajar en la pulsera mientras lo escucha ' ¿no la has visto ni siquiera de lejos? ' se permite curiosear y luego añade ' ¿por qué no estarías nervioso? ' inquiere, volviendo a él por un instante, antes de tomar la cinta de jardín y comenzar a decorar aquella circunferencia ' no creo que debas sentirte como un imbécil, es normal ' le dice con tranquilidad, como si ella tuviese algún conocimiento de aquello distinto al que ha visto en las películas románticas que tanto le gustaban ' es más, es mejor que normal, es lindo ' asegura ' además, tú no sabes si ella está sintiendo los mismos nervios que tú ' añade ' ¿o lo dudas? ' inquiere, comenzando a colocar las flores que xande había escogido ' porque yo, giorgia valente no aceptaría una cita con nadie si no me interesa y estaría nerviosa solo de pensar en esa persona '.

"¿No se supone que los deseos no se tienen que decir en voz alta o no se cumplen? ¿Leerlos no es algo parecido?" Sus cejas permanecen enarcadas al decirlo. Recordaba una pequeña tradición que había tenido con su madre, cuando se le caían pestañas y pedía deseos para soplarlos junto a ella. ¿Gio tendría alguna historia así? No lo sabía. Tampoco estaba seguro de si preguntar era demasiado. Conocerla era preguntarse constantemente sobre los límites de su fraternal lazo, habían cosas que él no compartía con facilidad. Tal vez, para ella, también había barreras invisibles. "Me gustan estas y estas." Señala un par de verbenas mini, gipsófilas y un par lavandas pequeñas. "¿Crees que combinan bien? Su vista se eleva con interés por la opinión de su hermana. "La segunda opción." Responde con una sonrisa, acomodándose la gorra con cierto nerviosismo. "Se supone que no debería estar nervioso, me siento un imbécil." Dice con una pequeña risa, burlándose de sí mismo.

[enwoso]

it’s champion, actually. | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

-> based on this request😋

grumpy masterlist

it had been six days since arsenal won the champions league. six days since a red sea of celebration flooded the streets of lisbon.

six days since alessia collapsed on the pitch, sobbing into the turf with a gold medal around her neck and champagne in her hair. and six days since you had decided that you, not alessia, had won the whole damn thing.

because you had been there. in full kit. cheering in the stands with your grandparents and uncle gio. wearing the mini version of the jersey with "russo 23" across your back and your little plastic medal handed out by arsenal's travel support staff.

it was now dinner time at st. george's park — the first england camp since the win — and the lionesses were gathered in the players' dining room. the table was buzzing with laughter, and the smell of pasta and roast potatoes hung in the air.

ella leaned out into the hallway and shouted: "tiny! your pasta is done!"

no answer.

ella tried again. "ti—nnyyy!"

still nothing.

a few of the girls glanced up, eyebrows raised. alessia didn't even look up from her tray of grilled salmon, knowing you'd have some elaborate excuse as to why you didn't come the first time. trust alessia had heard them all at home. instead she just waited.

and then, like clockwork, the voice came from the hallway, loud and proud:"auntie ella! it's champion, actually."

georgia nearly choked on her orange squash. "no way she's still doing that."

"oh, she's not dropping it," alessia muttered, stabbing a green bean with unnecessary force. "you lot hyped her up too much, i had to sit and explain to my mum for thirty minutes why lovie wasn't responding to her on the phone."

"i mean, we did let her pour sparkling water into the trophy," beth smirked.

"and let her do a fake medal presentation in the team hotel lobby when you all decided to finally join us," keira added, already grinning as you strutted into the dining room in full arsenal kit — again.

red and white jersey. little shorts. socks pulled up to your knees. champions league medal (plastic) glinting proudly around your neck.

and a new addition: a homemade sash made from paper that you'd spent all afternoon glueing together that read 'uefa royalty' in squiggly pink marker.

"champion has arrived," you announced, head held high as you clambered onto the bench between your mama and beth. "where's my pasta, commoners?"

the room erupted with laughter. even alessia cracked a reluctant smile as she stood up, plate in hand. before remembering she was actually supposed to be the responsible adult, “hey, lovie that’s not kind to call people that” alessia said calmly but firmly as she sat across the table from you.

you frowned slightly before mumbling, “sorry mummy.”

but the girls still laughed, beth gave you a proud high-five. "queen behaviour. i respect it."

"no. it not queen," you said firmly. "champion. c'mon beffy respect on it."

georgia leaned over. "what if i you champiny?”

you turned your head slightly, sharp look on your face. “only if you want to sit on the floor auntie g."

leah was dabbing at her eyes stopping the laughing tears from falling from her eyes. "i love her. she’s terrifyingly funny.”

alessia finally walked over and sat beside you and gave you a look. the mum look. “okay, lil champ.”

you turned slowly. "muuummmmy” you dragged out pulling your hands down your face. “its champion!”

alessia sighed giving you the look once again. "lovie, baby... you know i love you so dearly much.”

"yes."

"and i deeply love and appreciate that you're proud of me, your mama and the rest of the team, of arsenal. of the win. of everything for that matter. i know you have a big heart.” alessia smiled reassuringly trying her best to find the right words as she placed a hand on your knee.

"prouder than the sun," you said with a hand to her chest, placing it right across the arsenal badge. "my heart did fireworks."

a few awws echoed from the table, as leah wishes she had a got a video of you tapping the arsenal badge just for a keepsake.

"but," alessia continued, "we can't keep calling you champion forever."

you blinked, like you were being told the worse possible news, almost as bad as being told the slide at the park wasn’t in use because it was wet from the rain.

"but i earned it." you said, looking at your mummy with your big blue eyes. alessia’s heart kinda breaking a little as she felt awful, but knowing you. you would have dragged it out for weeks if she didn’t help to deflate it a little.

"you watched from the stands."

"hey! i stood for the anthem!"

alessia pinched the bridge of her nose, knowing this was going to happen. "lovie..."

"champion."

"okay, okay, lil champ. its been six days. maybe, just maybe, we can start using your real name again?"

you thought for a moment, fork hovering above your mini pasta bowl, it getting colder as the minutes passed. “i guess you can but i have two things," you declared, lifting a single finger.

alessia braced herself.

"one, i want to be nicknamed champion til the next final - just in case you need me again!”

beth murmured, with holding her laughter, "kiddo’s got a one-year contract with glory."

"two," you went on, "if new people come, i want to be called properly during seein’ them for the first time.” you smile as alessia goes to open her mouth, “mummy, that’s good manners!”

ella snorted into her drink, knowing exactly the thought process going through her best friends head right now.

"and three—"

"you said there were only two?" alessia interrupted, as your brows furrowed slightly as if you forgot you had just said that.

"i just think of this other one," you said breezily. "i get first pick of dessert cause winners do."

"you don't even play for arsenal," alessia said, exasperated knowing you were just in your wind up mood, your cheekiness starting to show.

you just shrugged and pointed at the medal. "then how do you explain this, mother?"

the table absolutely lost it. alessia leaned her head against the table, groaning dramatically. “le your on bedtime duty tonight! i need a glass of rosé.”

leah chuckling beside her as she rubbed a hand over her back, before whispering, “your wish is my command, love”

ella, georgia, and keira started a slow chant:

"CHAM-PION! CHAM-PION! CHAM-PION!"

you stood on the bench and raised your arms like rocky as beth held your side just in case of falling, as after all you were alessia’s daughter and it was possible to fall over dust.

alessia lifted her head just enough to see you soaking it all in, glowing with pride. alessia reached up, tugged the medal gently. “you do know that's plastic, you little menace?"

you didn't even blink. “so is the crown at the tower of london. doesn’t mean it's not important."

everyone stared. leah turned back to alessia whispering , "i don't think that's true, but i ain’t gonna fight her on it."

alessia just shook her head. "i’m raising a a little menace."

beth grinned knocking alessia’s shoulder teasingly. "i think you mean a little champion.”

[alotofpockets]

They grow up so fast | Alessia Russo x Wife!Reader

5k celebration prompt: “I love watching them grow up, but can they just stop growing for a minute?”

Woso masterlist | Words: 1k

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When you first met Alessia back in college, you never imagined you’d follow her back to England, or that you would start a family together. But here you are, sitting in the stands at a sold-out Wembley, surrounded by her family, waiting to watch your daughter walk out onto the pitch with your wife.

You glance to your side, where Alessia’s parents and her brother sit, their eyes fixed on the tunnel with the same anticipation you feel. Her mom gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, a silent acknowledgment of the pride swelling in all of you.

By now, you had lost count of how many times you had sat watching Alessia play with them by your side. Her family was super supportive, and tried to go to every match they could. Even her brother, Gio, tried to watch all the way from Australia, always sending a picture in the family group chat of himself proudly supporting his sister in his Russo jersey.

Then the light show started, signaling that the players were about to walk on. You sat on the edge of your seat, waiting for Alessia and Avery to walk on. Your daughter had walked out with Alessia countless times before, but for you, it never lost its magic. And tonight, under the bright lights of England’s biggest stage, it felt even more special. What better way to show your football-loving daughter what she was working toward with every training session?

Avery had been obsessed with football from the moment she could walk. You and Alessia had always agreed that your children would be free to love whatever they wanted, never pushing them toward the sport just because their mom played. But Avery was a carbon copy of Alessia, determined, passionate, and already making waves in Arsenal’s U10s at just eight years old.

The moment they step onto the pitch hand in hand, Avery’s face lights up with pure joy. The sight melts your heart, knowing that Alessia wasn’t just her mom, but also her role model. Seeing them share moments like these together makes you grateful for the life you are building for your little girl.

Just before the starting whistle, one of the staff members brought Avery into the family room where you were waiting for her to take her to your seats. “Did you see me, mom?” She asked, full of excitement.

“Of course I did. You looked like you belonged out there, sweetheart.” You say with your arm wrapped around her shoulder, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head before sitting down to watch the match.

Just a few years ago, Avery would have been all over the place, needing something to keep her in her seat, but now her full attention was on the match. She studied everything that happened on the pitch, her eyes darting between players, tracking their movements, and murmuring observations under her breath.

You loved how much she got into each and every game, and still found the time in her analysis to cheer along with the rest of the family when England scored. Which was a couple of times tonight, and even a goal for Alessia, where you of course cheered extra loud.

When the final whistle blew, Wembley erupted in cheer. England won their match with a three goal lead. “That was incredible!” Avery said as she fell into your arms. “Yeah it was!” You agreed as you held her tight.

“Come on, let’s go find Mama.” Hand in hand you made your way down to the pitch. The second you stepped foot onto the grass, Avery took off towards Alessia. Who scooped her up and spun her around a couple of times. “Told you I’d score one for you.” 

Avery nodded happily before going right into a recap of the match. Alessia loved how passionate her little girl was about the game she loved so much, and listened to her with her full attention.

You made it to Alessia’s side and gave her a hug. “You played so well, darling.” You say while you both watch your daughter kick the ball around with the team. She was playing with top level players in front of a sold out crowd as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

When she was done with her recap, she ran off to find a ball. Without hesitation she did some keep ups and moved over to a group of players on the pitch. Even after playing a full match, they happily passed the ball around with her.

“She’s going to be playing out here for real one day.” Alessia said with a proud smile. You nod in agreement, “Yeah, she is, but not soon please. I love watching her grow up, but can she just stop growing for a minute?”

Alessia chuckled and wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “Yeah, it feels like just yesterday we were bringing her home for the first time, and now we’re watching her play at Wembley. Time really needs to slow down sometimes.”

You lean into her side, and let her walk you over to your daughter, who’s face lights up as the two of you get closer. “Mom! Mama! Look at me, I am playing football at Wembley!” A beaming smile on her face. “You look amazing doing so, sweetheart.” 

Now you stood here with nothing but pride for both your wife and your daughter, thinking back of your college days, where it had all begun for your family. Just two girls who got randomly roomed together, you would love to thank whoever was in charge of that decision back then.

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[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

commissions currently closed, but.

realized that work is draining me more than i thought lately, so im closing Big Commissions for now. In May i should either get a better contract or get fired so i'll probably reopen them then orz

if you want tho, im still keeping the ko-fi sketch requests and the pwyw base commissions open since they take much less time!!!

ty for understanding ♡

[uwingdispatch]

Happy Trials of the Jedi Day! I’m on the wait list for the audiobook at the library, but in the mean time I thought I’d share some of the High Republic things I’ve made since I first started reading the books. Shop is here. And remember you can use code TUMBLR15 at checkout for 15% off most accessories!

I think this might have been the first High Republic design I made. Because Geode. Also available as a sticker and a keychain.

I found these gold lego lightsaber hilts and had to make a bunch of saber earrings. Stellan Gios' are my favorite, but I also love the double-saber pairs I made for Keeve Trennis and Gella Nattai! And I made a Vernestra Rwoh pair and an Avar & Elzar pair.

I made these motel-style souvenir keychains that I imagined Lina Soh might have had made for everyone at the Starlight Beacon Commemorative Launch! The Aurebesh reads "Starlight Beacon" on the top and "Commemorative Launch/7745 CRC" on the bottom.

These motel keychains for the Temple of the Kyber on Jedha and Takodana Castle fit in different places on the timeline, but both locations show up in The High Republic!

I also made these High Republic lanyard keychains and matching long lanyards, which have been one of your favorites. The Dishabesh text reads "for light and life."

And of course hair accessories! (The scrunchie is currently sold out but will be back soon!)

I also made this scrunchie and lanyard that include elements of Vernestra Rwoh's story both in The HIgh Republic books and in The Acolyte.

And this super cute chapstick holder keychain:

I made a bunch of Acolyte things, too! I can do a separate post for those, maybe? Anyway. Shop is here. Pls enjoy.

[little-pondhead]

Who Will Be Danny's Universe?

-happy 20th anniversary!!-

[special close-ups and details below cut]

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Sputnik 2's launch date: 3 November, 1957

Sputnik 2's time of launch: 02:30:42 UTC

Chronicles of the Last Starman is a comic book written and illustrated by Gio Nostra. Signed with the message, "Thanks for your support, Danny! Remember to keep stargazing! -Gio"

[This is a fictional title and author I made up for the sake of the story. The original first two pages of this comic are based on an actual comic seen in the episode Kindred Spirits. I redrew them in my style, and the last panel shows that Danny put down the comic book to continue reading at a later date.]

A collection of books and a snow globe. The snow globe has a piece of the Andromeda galaxy stored inside, and the label says ANDROMEDA in canon ghost speech.

The green book is titled Native Plants of the Gardens and is written in canon ghost speech.

The purple book is titled Time Travel: Don't Fuck It Up and is written in fanon ghost speech developed by @five-rivers

The yellow book is titled People and Their Choices and is written in a font called Galaxia (I forgot where I found it)

[woso-dreamzzz]

Treat You Better

Laia Codina x Reader

Summary: Laia thinks you're in a relationship with your best friend

"Don't do it," You warn Katie, nudging her with your foot.

"Huh?"

You jerk your chin over to Kyra. "Whatever you're going to do to her, don't."

"You're such a mum."

"One of us has to be."

You roll your eyes. You and Katie came from the same place, practically neighbours with each other. She and her sisters used to take you out to play with them when you were younger even though you were a few years Katie's junior.

Somewhere along the way, you ended up as the responsible one between the two of you.

"Er...What-What was she going to do?"

You're in the meeting room, waiting for Jonas to come in and start. Somehow, you've wedged yourself between Laia and Gio with Katie in front of you.

It's Laia that spoke and you have to steady your heart when you turn to look at her. There's something about Laia that always drew you in, continuing to circle her whenever you could. You called it a crush. Katie called it puppy love.

Either way, you're more than happy to reply to her.

"I don't know," You confess," But better to nip it in the bid early, huh? Who knows what Katie could do?"

You speak with such fondness that it throws Laia for a bit. She's only just joined Arsenal, still within her first two weeks and hasn't quite grasped the dynamics between everyone.

You're firmly entrenched in the thick of it. You float easily between players like Steph and Leah before turning to wiggle yourself into conversations with Jen and Lia.

But, one thing that Laia has picked up, is how close you and Katie are. She's not exactly sure what kind of relationship you have with your national teammate where you let her openly flirt with Caitlin in front of you.

It's strange and a little grating.

Laia knows deep down that she would definitely be a better girlfriend to you than Katie was. She knows that she would treat you way better than Katie ever would.

But, you just don't seem to understand that.

You stick your feet into the back of Katie's chair again when she makes another aborted move towards Kyra. Your shoes are off, tucked under your chair so you fold your legs under you when you retract your feet after Katie turns around to glare at you - something that you return with your tongue out.

You have a cute relationship with her, Laia surmises as her blood turns hot when Katie tilts her head to the side to lean against Caitlin's shoulder.

It's completely brazen to do in front of you, let alone in public.

Laia even sees you roll your eyes at the action and she can't stop herself from reaching out to hold your hand, just to offer a bit of support.

You jump at the sudden contact before meeting her eyes with a smile, readjusting your grip so you can lace your fingers together.

The action soothes Laia for a moment and she stares ahead of her with a silly smile on her face as Jonas finally begins the meeting.

But the happy mood she's in diminishes as she watches how Katie becomes more and more touchy with Caitlin the longer the meeting takes.

It starts off small, with little nudges and quiet inside jokes. It escalates to whispering in the ear, Katie's lips nudging the shell of Caitlin's ears in a clearly intimate action. Then it comes to Katie kissing Caitlin's neck when most people aren't watching.

But Laia sees it and she knows you see it too.

Her anger bubbles on your behalf and, when the meeting is over, she pulls you out by your joined hands.

You seem more than happy to go with her, willing to be pulled into a different, empty meeting room.

Laia releases your hand, pacing back and forth for a moment like she's trying to collect her thoughts.

"Laia?" You ask," Is something wrong?"

"I-You..." She shakes her head before trying again," Katie does not deserve you. If she cannot respect a relationship then she should not be in it."

"Laia, I don't understand."

Laia takes a step toward you, looking half-bold and half-scared-shitless. "Katie is going to cheat on you, with Caitlin, if she has not already. It is obvious and someone should tell you." Her hand reaches up as if she's going to touch your face before it's lowered again. "She does not deserve you and you do not deserve to be trapped in that relationship just because she's your national captain."

For a moment, you're still confused but then it all begins to make sense.

You laugh.

"I am not joking!"

"Laia." You step forward until you're chest to chest with her. "Katie...Katie is my captain, yes. We are close, yes. But...But I'm not dating her."

"You're not?"

"No." You shake your head. Boldly, you move to rest a hand on Laia's hip. "She's practically my sister. She used to knock on my door and ask if I was allowed out to play. Besides, I've got my eye on someone else."

"Oh..." There's silence for a moment before Laia finally seems to notice the way you're holding her. Her cheeks go a bit red. "Oh."

"Oh," You tease.

"Me?"

"You haven't noticed? Too busy staring at Katie?"

"I...Er..."

"Do you want to, maybe, go out with me for dinner? Or we could go somewhere? If you're not too angry at Katie then I'd love to take you to a place that she swears by."

"I'd like that."

[reminiscingtonight]

And The Things You'd Do

Lia Wälti x Russo!Reader (Alessia Russo & Russo!Reader + Kyra Cooney-Cross & Russo!Reader)

Word Count: 1.4k

[The Thing About Families Masterlist]

It’s the shuffling of feet that draws your attention. 

You’re off stretching on the side of the field. Having just come back from injury, you’ve been approved for some light training and warm-ups while the other girls do their own drills. You’ve been doing alright all by your lonesome, so you’re surprised to see the Australian girl approaching. 

You’re quick to narrow your eyes at the sheepish look on her face.

“What is it?”

Kyra turns and you instantly see the problem. She tries to wiggle her arm, one sleeve somehow caught underneath her pinnie. “I’m stuck.”

Sighing, you jerk your head at her. “C’mere.”

The young girl brightens up at your command, dutifully rushing to your side before allowing you to free her from her self-made prison. 

“Go on,” you chuckle when she finally pops free. 

Kyra lets out a whoop before sprinting back towards the other girls.

You’re smiling fondly at her departing figure when you hear a familiar drawl.

“Thought you were getting sick of her.”

You roll your eyes. “Please. I had to grow up with you, Gio, and Luca. Kyra’s a breeze compared to you lot.”

Alessia lets out an offended squawk. “You take that back!”

You raise an eyebrow at her raised arm and Alessia freezes. She gives you a grin, quickly recycling her plans to give you a noogie. “Sorry. Point taken.”

“What can I say? She grew on me.”

Alessia huffs, dragging a toe in the grass as the two of you slowly make your way back to the others. “The taste of coffee can grow on you. Being relegated to passenger-side-car-DJ can grow on you. Annoying Australians cannot grow on you!”

“Relax, rat. I’m not replacing you with her. Think of Kyra as your unofficial niece.”

Alessia pulls a face at your words.

You shake your head. “Take it up with Lia. I’m pretty sure she’s ready to duel Mini for guardianship.”

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So maybe you should’ve thought things through. 

When the ref whips out her red card, pointing for you to get off the field, you realize you might have gone a little too far. 

In your defense, it really wasn’t your fault.

The first yellow you get on purpose. 

No one messes with your baby sister. 

When Alessia is blatantly fouled and the referee lets play go on without a single care that the blonde is clutching her ankle in pain, it only seems right that you bulldoze through the player at fault. 

She milks the muck out of it and you’re rolling your eyes at the yellow card pointed your way, confidently swaggering your way back across the field to where Alessia’s still on the ground. 

Alessia winces when the trainer presses a little too hard on the joint, fingers nearly crushing yours that you’ve graciously lent her for support. 

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Didn’t have to do what?”

Alessia tries to look stern but all you can see is the little girl who would follow you everywhere just because she could. You know she’s trying to be strong but you’d recognize the tearful look on her face from a mile away.

Lia doesn’t find the humor in your act of retribution, rightfully chastising you into the locker room at halftime.

“It’s not my fault! Look what she did to Less! She’ll lucky if she only needs to be in the boot for two weeks!”

It isn’t until Kim gives you one of her disapproving glares that you wilt. 

“Sorry Kim,” you mumble, scuffing your shoes on the ground. “Won’t happen again.”

It happens again.

There’s only ten minutes left in the match when you feed the ball into your midfield and time seems to come to a standstill. 

You watch on with a twisted horror as Kyra leaps up to receive your ball. She barely gets a touch on it before she’s caught on the wrong side of a flying elbow, crumpling to the ground.

The whistle blows and you can practically hear the blood pumping in your ears. One second you’re rushing across the field to be by Kyra’s side. The next you’re pivoting midstride, catching sight of the smirk on the offending player’s face. 

No one’s close enough to stop you from shoving her over. 

“You think that’s funny? Throwing your elbow into her face? Let’s see if you think it’s funny when I do it to you!” 

Steph catches you by the waist and hauls you back before anyone can test how serious you are. 

You’re still yelling and spitting when the ref stalks over, hand already digging into her pocket. 

There are boos and jeers when the inevitable comes and you throw a hand up in disgust. 

“Go on then, you gonna card her for drawing blood too?”

It’s clear your teammates don’t know what to do. 

Getting a yellow card is rare enough for you. But getting two and then being thrown out of a game? Practically unheard of in the years you’ve been at the club.

You ignore the look on their faces as you stomp all the way off the pitch and straight for the med room. You see Leah quirk her eyebrow, ready to give you an earful but you just push past, knowing full well that you’re going to get your ass handed to you later.

Alessia blinks up in surprise at the sound of the door opening.

She’s sat on top of an examining table, ankle propped on a pillow and wrapped in ice.

It only takes a second for her to realize what’s wrong with the picture. Alessia glances at the clock on the wall before her eyes flicker back to your fuming face. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” you mutter. You poke at the ice, ignoring the way Alessia hisses and slaps your shoulder. “How’s the foot? Are we going to need to amputate?”

Alessia rolls her eyes. “My foot is fine. Now what is this I hear of you getting a red card?” 

You glare at her phone, the sound of another message coming in, no doubt your mother telling Alessia about what you’ve done.

“Tell ma to stop snitching. That girl got exactly what she deserved for elbowing Kyra In the face.”

“Kyra got what?” Alessia gasps, eyes going wide.

Before you can repeat, the door opens behind you.

The two of you turn to see a sullen looking Kyra.

“Hi.” 

You don’t think you’ve ever heard Kyra so quiet before.

“Oh wow, you look miserable.” You’re not sure if Alessia thinks this is hilarious or sad, but you’d definitely say the latter.

Kyra did look miserable. Her nose is already becoming discolored, swelling and bruises become more prominent.

“C’mere,” you huff, pressing an icepack against her nose when she gets close enough to you.

Kyra hisses and tries to jerk back but you just follow with the ice.

“The sooner you stop moving the sooner your 15 minutes of icing will be done.”

You don’t even make it to the 15 before the door slams open again for the third time. 

“What did I say about getting unnecessary cards?!”

“Unnecessary?” you gwak. “Look at the kid! What part of me defending her was unnecessary?”

You backtrack. “Look at both of the kids.” You gesture wildly between Alessia and Kyra. 

Lia rolls her eyes but follows your fingers nonetheless. 

“Ma’s never going to let Less leave our house ever again, and Mini will probably drop by to kidnap Kyra and revoke our Australian baby access!”

“I’m not a baby--”

“Ma can’t stop me from moving out--”

You and Lia whip around to glare at Alessia. “You’re not moving out.”

Alessia frowns. “Whatever.” She crosses her arms. “Kyra’s a baby.”

The younger girl gasps in defiance before whimpering at the pain that radiates through her nose.

Lia looks a little exasperated when she turns back to you.

“Please. No more red cards.”

“No more red cards,” you echo. 

When Lia grabs hold of your hand, leading you back to be chewed out by your captains, you turn to get one last glance at the two troublemakers.

Alessia and Kyra are already looking your way, shooting you two thumbs up.

You shake your head.

Oh the things you do for family.

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Being Jubes number 1 supporter at his games, he’s all in love cause he’s so boyfriend. Maybe Erling or Gio being haters in the comments (as a joke ofc)

- pookie 🫡

bitch you know I had to do this one rn // all pictures are from pinterest and/or instagram.

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judebellingham: Hola Madridistas!🤍

It is the proudest day of my life to join the greatest club in the history of the game. I will give absolutely everything I have to help this team win. Thank you for the amazing welcome. HALA MADRID!!!🤍🤍🤍

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vinijr: 🔥🤍

youruser: so proud of you baby!! 🥹♥️

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user22: i just know he’s gonna fit right into the team 

user5: omg his mom is standing on business 😭

↪️user7: it's always like that!! his mom: 🙂 - his dad: 😁

jobebellingham: 😍🤍

jackgrealish: Congratulations brother 👏👏❤️❤️

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judebellingham: Thank you to everyone who came down to Store Twenty Two. Adidas x Brum!!!❤️‍🔥

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adidaslondon: renaming this account adidasbrum

↪️judebellingham: do it

adidasorginal: 📍💙🤝

youruser: proud is an understatement 😩🫶🏽

↪️judebellingham: ❤️❤️

user9: ^they make me feel more and more single everyday 

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youruser: the last month has been such a whirlwind and I don’t even have the words to express what I’m feeling. Jude’s said it all in his post but those of you that have been his fan since his beginning at dortmund, know that I’ve been around since then too and been his bigger supporter (aside from his family of course) - to everyone at dortmund, thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving him and helping him reach his potential, you’ll always hold a special place in our hearts. 💛🖤

madrid has welcomed us with open arms and we couldn’t be more grateful. looking forward to spending the next few years here, we love you already! 🤍 

and to my jude, you are the best of the best. I love you and I’m so proud of you - as I seem to lack the words to truly express how in awe of you I truly am. I can’t wait to see you show everyone what you’re made of. ♥️

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youruser: his mama took the last pic lool - we were exhausted from traveling and unpacking and just conked out on the closest surface 😭

judebellingham: I love you! there’s no one else I’d want by my side ♥️♥️

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user5: I’m so single, this made me sick 

↪️jobebellingham: me too 

↪️user5: JOBEEE WHAT ARE YOU DOINF HERE BYE LFKSJBFOIEBF

jackgrealish: crying in the club brb 

↪️youruser: fedexing you some tissues jack <3

user7: the fact that so many of the england boys and the dortmund players are in her comments supporting Jude and her 🥹

erlinghaaland: why didn’t I get a post like this when I left for city ? 🙄

↪️youruser: cause you went to city 🤮 KIDDINGGGGG - its cause you bullied me before you left🙄

bellingggoooallll: y/n is already the superior wag 

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gioareyna: where’s my shoutout ?? you don’t miss me ?? do I mean nothing to you?? 

↪️youruser: why are you like this 😭

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