#GoAllIn

[fhealync]

🔥 Success starts when you commit fully to your vision! No half-measures, GO ALL IN! 💬 What’s one dream you're chasing right now? Let's manifest it together!

[moonshadowmystique]

Give Your All: Unleash Your Full Potential

There’s a fire inside you. A spark that holds the potential to ignite everything you touch with passion, determination, and resilience. To give your all is to fan that flame—to live with a kind of relentless commitment to your dreams and goals that no obstacle can extinguish. It’s about showing up every single day with a fierce, unwavering spirit, refusing to be defined by limitations. It’s about daring to put your whole heart on the line, knowing that the real magic lies in the courage to go all in.

Rise Beyond Limits

When you give your all, you refuse to let fear hold you back. You reject the voice that says, “You’re not good enough,” and instead ask yourself, “What would happen if I gave everything I’ve got?” And when you do, you begin to see challenges not as barriers, but as stepping stones. You see failure not as the end, but as the fuel that propels you forward.

The truth is, there are no limits to what you can achieve when you’re willing to push past the discomfort, the doubts, and the exhaustion. You rise not just because you want to win, but because there’s a deeper call inside you—a call to see just how far you can go, how much you can grow, how deeply you can impact the world around you.

Embrace the Grind, Find the Glory

Giving your all means embracing the grind, leaning into the sweat, the hard work, and the sacrifices. It means understanding that every late night, every extra hour, every ounce of effort is building something bigger than yourself. It’s about finding glory not just in the final achievement but in every single moment you chose to keep moving forward, no matter how tough the road became.

There’s a power that comes from giving yourself completely to the journey. It’s in knowing that you’re the kind of person who doesn’t give up when the going gets tough. You become unstoppable, unbreakable, because you know the secret: that true greatness isn’t found in the easy wins, but in the battles that test your soul and shape your character.

This Is Your Moment

Life is full of fleeting opportunities, moments where you get to decide how much of yourself you’re willing to give. Don’t let those moments pass by with half-hearted efforts. This is your time. This is your moment to shine, to rise, to stand tall and say, “I’m giving it everything I have, and then some.”

You have the power to pour your whole heart into everything you do—to approach every challenge with a spirit of resilience and every dream with a burning desire. And when you do that, you’ll find that the universe has a way of opening doors you never even knew existed. Suddenly, the path that once seemed impossible is within your grasp, and the vision that once felt like a distant dream is now unfolding right before your eyes.

The Legacy of Effort

At the end of it all, the victories and accolades will fade, but what remains is the impact of your effort. It’s the people you’ve inspired along the way, the lives you’ve touched, and the realization that you have become someone who lives with passion and purpose. You’ll leave behind a legacy of someone who gave it everything they had—not because it was easy, but because it was worth it.

Giving your all is a gift, not just to yourself, but to the world. It’s the act of showing others that they, too, can push beyond what they thought was possible. It’s a reminder that we’re all capable of greatness, as long as we’re willing to put in the work, to dig deeper, and to hold nothing back.

No Regrets, Just Pride

Imagine looking back on your life one day and knowing that there was not a single dream you left unpursued, not a single goal you neglected, not a single moment where you held back. You will know that no matter what happened, you left it all on the field of life—no reservations, no doubts, just the pride of knowing you gave everything.

That’s the power of giving your all. It’s the difference between a life of regrets and a life of fulfillment. It’s knowing that you were brave enough to step up, bold enough to chase what you love, and resilient enough to keep going until the very end.

So give your all—give your heart, your soul, your sweat, and your tears. Give it to your dreams, your relationships, your passions. Give it to yourself. Because when you do, you’ll discover a strength inside of you that you never knew existed. And that strength will take you places beyond your wildest imagination.

You have greatness within you. All you have to do is reach for it, fight for it, and never hold back.

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[joyfuldaddys]

The ‘No Plan B’ Strategy: Why Burning the Boats Leads to Success

[melissamorganrealtor]

Good Monday Morning Everyone! Today, remember, if you’re gonna do it, do it ALL IN. No half-measures, no “what ifs.” Dive in, commit, and see it through. Success or lesson learned—you win either way. 💪🔥 @officiallymcconaughey

[beatnikbytes]

Going All In: The Secret to Becoming a Master Manifestor

[the-football-chick]

Steelers extending HC Mike Tomlin to a 3-year extension

[hotfudgecherryrosy]

Has anyone else pointed out that OP didn’t even MAKE an AI. There is no machine learning involved, thats a single if statement. 🫡

This is the comp sci version of “your mom suck me good and hard through my jorts”

[seawitchkaraoke]

Ann-Katrin Berger the woman you are

[gatorsportsfan]

Army holds on with goal-line stand in final seconds, beats Navy 17-11

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[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Deuce Spade - Club Wear Voice Lines

Club Wear Deuce does not have a vignette.

When Summoned: I must strive for good results in both my exams and my track meets. A model student should be able to excel in both studies and sports.

Summon Line: Just face the goal line and run like the wind! I like how simple track and field is. Feels like it really suits me.

Groooovy!!: I won't let anyone get ahead of me! I'm gonna jet towards the goalline!

Home: I'll set a better time than yesterday.

Home Idle 1: The track and field club doesn't really have many rules. But that just means I have to be strict on myself so I don't cut any corners.

Home Idle 2: Whenever I do long distance running, I can't help but start with a sprint. In my head, I know that keeping a steady pace is key, but still.

Home Idle 3: Yaaaawn～ ...Ah, sorry. I had to wake up at first light today for morning practice. The day just feels way too long whenever I have to wake up earlier.

Home Idle - Login: Clubs are great. I didn't participate in any in middle school, so I'm gonna throw my all into it!

Home Idle - Groovy: You want me to show you the awards I've gotten from my track meets? You bet! I was hoping I'd get to show you.

Home Tap 1: When I wear a uniform with my school's name emblazoned on the chest like this, I can feel my pride grow. It really feels like the school's reputation is in my hands, you know?

Home Tap 2: My favorite track event, other than short distance running, is the long jump. That feeling of the wind rushing at me as I jump is totally the best.

Home Tap 3: I heard that running up and down steps is a great way to work on leg muscles. I've been training them up using the stairs out front the main school building.

Home Tap 4: Apparently Jack keeps a notebook outlining his practice schedule and running times. Maybe I should do that too.

Home Tap 5: Urgh, it's right before club is supposed to start, but my stomach is growling... I won't be able to give my all at this rate, so I should probably find something light to eat.

Home Tap - Groovy: Are you going to come cheer for me at my next track meet? Then, I definitely can't do anything uncool. Just you wait and see how I do!

Duo: [DEUCE]: Don't fall behind, Jack! [JACK]: You don't have to tell me twice, Deuce.

Requested by @butterflyremix.

[billybob598]

Wanna Know Something? (Mary Earps x Reader)

Yoooooo, i posteddddd. I know, I haven't written anything in so long, my bad lol. Hopefully this makes up for it. Remember, any feedback good or bad is welcomed. Enjoy reading!

Word Count: 1.6k (wtfff idk how i did that ngl)

“Hey, good luck today,” you hear somebody whisper. Turning to look at the speaker you see Mary reaching out her fist towards you. You smile and bring her into a hug.

“Good luck querida,” (darling) you mumble into her ear. Mary places a soft and discreet onto your neck, your legs almost give out at the action. As you pull away you reach out to Leah who was ahead of both of you. She turns and gives a quick hug to you, her Arsenal teammate.

“Vamos Y/N,” Rafaelle says over her shoulder as the officials start to move forward. You quickly get back to your line and try to focus on the game ahead. 

Mary had been your girlfriend for almost a year now. You were the starting goalkeeper for Arsenal and Brazil. Sometimes, you couldn’t believe that Mary loved you, she was so amazing, so funny, so kind, one of the best people you knew for sure. Now, you were playing against each other in the Finalissima. This was a big match. Brazil was hungry to prove that they could compete against top European teams and this was a perfect opportunity. When the national anthems start to play you feel a sense of pride grow inside of your chest. Here you were, in front of a packed Wembley Stadium, playing against your girlfriend for a trophy. It doesn’t get much better than that. 

As you near the goal you’ll be protecting you do your pre-game traditions. Touch the left post first, then the right, then jump and touch the crossbar. After, you sprint to the edge of the 18-yard box, kneel, and say a quick prayer. Done. You mentally lock in for what you know will be a tough match.

At halftime, you’re frustrated. England had been controlling most of the ball, they had also gotten a few shots on target. You could do nothing more when Toone finished off a fantastic build-up by England in the twenty-third minute. All throughout Pia’s halftime talk you are planning a speech to the team. Just before you guys head back out, you stand in the middle of the locker room and start to speak,

“Listen, I know everyone out there is rooting against us, so let’s use that to our advantage. Let it fuel us, make us hungry to beat them. They came to see an England win, not a Brazil one. Let’s show them why we are Copa America champions!” This gets everybody fired up. You can sense the shift in the energy of the team, everyone is excited and motivated to prove themselves. The second half is a different story than the first. While England still controls most of the ball, your Brazilian team was creating more chances, being quicker on the counterattack, and finally starting to test Mary. As the game heads into stoppage time, you can feel your heart start to sink. You feel yourself start to lose hope. Then, out of nowhere, Mary bobbles the ball and Andressa jumps all over it, putting it in the back of the net. You scream, jumping up and down with excitement. Soon after that full-time is called. Taking a deep breath, you calm your nerves before the penalty shoot-out. Your goalkeeper coach reminds you of all of England’s penalty takers habits. 

After giving your teammates fist bumps and high fives, you make your way towards Mary and the ref who are already waiting for you. The ref runs through all the penalty rules for you guys. When she finishes speaking and leaves the two of you alone, you turn to Mary and with a smirk reach your fist to her. She grins at you and moves to fist bump you, only for you to dodge it at the last second. She shoves you with a playful smile tugging at her lips. You laugh, before starting the walk to the goal. 

England has the first penalty. You jump up and down on your goalline, doing jumping jacks trying to distract Stanway. As she takes her first step, you analyze her, deciding to dive to your right. It turns out to be the right decision, but you can’t quite get enough to push it out of the net. You groan as the ball ends up behind you. When Mary gets a hand on Adriana’s shot you hold your breath, only to release it as it rolls into the back of the net. When Ella Toone lines up to take the penalty you know where she is going. You dive to your left, reaching your hand out to block the ball. It bounces off your hand, and for a second you can’t believe it, you saved it. The ecstasy is short-lived however, as you watch the ball roll back towards the penalty spot your head smashes into something quite hard. The post. You black out immediately. Most of the fans groan at the missed penalty. Toone turns away and starts to make her way back to her team. Mary’s the first one to realize something is wrong when you don’t get back up right away. She runs over to you, turning you over to see your eyes closed and a massive gash on the side of your head. Panic overwhelms her body, she grabs a hold of your face trying to get you to wake up. Your Brazilian teammates rush over, all screaming for medics. Rafaelle reaches you and checks for a pulse. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief when she finds one. Some of your fellow Brazilians wince at the amount of blood coming out of your head.

“Come on baby, please wake up,” Mary begs to your limp body, “wake up for me please.”

The medics finally reach you, they wrap something around your head to try and stop the bleeding. Geyse takes your girlfriend’s arm and slowly moves her away from the situation. Mary feels tears start to sting her eyes as she watches the EMTs load you onto a stretcher and take you straight to an ambulance. Wembley breaks out in thunderous applause as you get taken away from the field. The backup goalie jogs onto the field while slipping on her gloves. Mary is conflicted, on one hand, she wants to go to the hospital with you and make sure you’re okay. On the other hand, she knows she can’t just bail and that she has to finish the rest of the shoot-out. She decides to stay on the field with the knowledge that she’s going to dedicate the last few penalties to you. 

Mary saves two of the last three and lets out a warrior yell when Kelly sinks her last penalty. She’s so happy and proud that she almost forgets about your condition. Almost. When she sees Rafaelle talking to Leah with a solemn look on her face she rushes over eager to see if your best friend had heard anything about you.

“So?” Mary looks at her expectantly.

“She’s still out, but she’s stable. So far everything is okay.” Mary breathes a sigh of relief at the news. 

“I’m gonna head there now,” the English goalkeeper decides, moving towards the locker rooms. Leah grabs her arm.

“We have to do the trophy lift,” her captain tells her. 

“Leah, come on, can’t I just go see her?” Mary asks.

“You can go right after, but you should be there for the trophy lift, at least.” Mary nods, sighing. During the celebrations, Mary is just going through the motions. She tries to hurry up the process so she can go see you. Finally, Leah gives her the go-ahead and she rushes to the hospital. When she reaches the hospital reception she’s panting heavily,

“I’m here for Y/N Y/L/N,” she says in between heavy breaths. The receptionist nods and shows her to your room. Mary slowly enters, confused when she hears the TV on. Fully opening the door, she’s met with you grinning at her with your arms spread wide.

“Congratulations! Finalissima winners, that’s pretty cool!” You say brightly. You cock your head to one side when your girlfriend doesn’t respond instead just staring at you. “You okay?” She doesn’t answer, opting to hug you. The air gets knocked out of you, but you hug back.

“Oh my God, Y/N. Y-You were bleeding and w-weren’t moving or an-anything,” she chokes out, tears streaming down her face. You kiss the top of her head gently.

“Don’t worry querida. I’m right here, see?” You gently whisper to her, tilting her head up so that her eyes meet yours. “I’m okay.”

“You’re okay,” she nods looking like she’s trying to convince herself. You nod and wipe the tears off of her cheeks delicately. You scoot over and pat the space beside you. She hesitates for a second before giving in and getting into the hospital bed with you. You guys cuddle as you watch the Lionesses celebrations on the TV. She can tell you’re starting to doze off so she whispers into your ear,

“We would’ve won even if you were in the net.” You smirk slightly.

“In your dreams Earps. We all know I would have saved at least one of those.” She rolls her eyes at your antics and kisses the top of your head,

“Just go to sleep, love.”

“Wanna know something?” Mary gives you a questioning look, prompting you to continue. “Metal posts are really, really hard. I would not recommend ramming your head into them. You might not feel great for a bit after.”

[imhomeinspections]

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[football-and-fanfics]

The Medic #8 - Alisson Becker

About the series: The Medic will be an anthology-like series about the reader working for the medical team of the club. Each chapter will feature a different setting/scenario and a different player.

Who: Alisson Becker Prompt: knocked out Requested by: anonymous Notes with request: Alisson gets knocked out during training because maybe he got kneed in the head when making a one v one save. Word count: 844 Warnings: contains descriptions of being knocked out, concussion unconsciousness and some blood. Mentions of hospital.

You were always on standby during training sessions in case something happened that required your medical care. Mostly it meant you could watch training unbothered, clasping a cup of tea in your hands, but not today.

The moment the collision between Virgil and Alisson happened, you knew you needed to spring into action. The Dutchman's knee and the Brazilian's head connected with a nasty thud as both of them went for the ball, and it was clear that at least one of them wasn't going to walk this off.

You jumped up from where you were seated somewhere to the side of the training pitch. The fact that Alisson lay motionless after that nasty collision was worrisome to say the least.

"Don't move him!" You warned as you skidded to a halt where Alisson lay on his goalline. He lay on his side, exactly as he had fallen, and unresponsive. Several concerned teammates surrounded him, including Virgil. There already were a lump and a bruise visible on the Dutchman's knee, confirming to you how hard of a contact this had been. And the fact that Virgil didn't pay the least attention to his own injury, showed how concerned he was for his goalkeeper.

"Please, one of you, run inside and ask for further medical assistance." You turned to the team as you knelt down by Alisson. "I'll do it," Joe announced, and sprinted away.

You fully focused on Alisson now. "Ali?" You rested a hand on his side, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his ribs in sync with his breathing. He didn't respond, although you hadn't really expected him to. You pressed your fingers against his neck to feel a strong and steady heartbeat.

Given the circumstances, you were satisfied with Alisson's condition for now. It made you could have a quick first look at where Virgil's knee had struck Alisson in the head. The lump on his forehead, just above his right brow, betrayed the exact spot. His eyebrow had torn slightly from the impact, but was bleeding quite a bit.

You took a piece of gauze from your kit, and gently held it to Alisson's brow to stem the bleeding and keep the blood from getting into his eyes. Alisson groaned softly at the contact. There were the first signs that he was coming to.

"Ali?" You tried again. "Ali, if you can hear me, I need you to squeeze my hand." You moved one of your hands to rest in the palm of his still gloved hands. It took a few seconds, but finally his fingers unmistakably closed around your hand.

This was a good sign at least. "I need you to remain still," you continued calmly, "you had a nasty collision. Do you remember any of it?" "No..." Alisson took his time to answer you. "My-- head." "You took a knock to your head," you explained, "can you tell me what you feel?" Alisson groaned painfully again. He was awake, but surely not completely lucid, and on the verge of passing out again.

"Dizzy..." Alisson finally answered. "...Headache... bit nauseous." You recognized the signs of concussion and knew a trip to the hospital was inevitable now. "Any neck pain?" You gently pressed and felt his neck, to rule out that the collision had done more damage. "No pain or tenderness when I press here?" "No," Alisson mumbled back. "Good." You shook off your jacket and draped it over him to assure he would stay warm. "We need to wait for further assistance. If you start to feel worse, tell me immediately, please." Alisson didn't reply, but you knew he had heard and understood your words.

For several minutes you sat with Alisson, holding one of his hands and keeping the gauze pressed gently to his torn brow with your other hand. Joe had returned with two of your colleagues by now, who had immediately started preparations to get Alisson transported to the hospital.

All this time, Alisson barely moved. He lay quietly and calmly, surrendering to your care. He had opened his eyes just a sliver, but the world swam around him. His head ached, and the bright daylight didn't do that any good either.

"Still doing alright?" You checked in on him. "Yeah." Alisson's voice sounded slurred and weak, but at least he was responsive. "What's going to happen now?" "We're getting things ready to get you to the hospital," you explained patiently, "the ambulance is on the way. I'm fairly certain you have a concussion, but they'll probably do some scans and more tests at the hospital." Alisson groaned softly. "Will you be coming with me to the hospital?" "Would you want me to?" You asked. "Please." Alisson sounded almost frightened. "I don't want to go alone."

You swallowed hard. This big, strong, confident man you knew, now looked so vulnerable. "Of course," you soothed, "I'll be staying with you for as long as you need me to." "Thank you." Alisson gave your hand another soft squeeze, and you knew you were doing the right thing.

Tags: @stonesyyyy, @footballffbarbiex, @football1921, @laurasstufff1, @hbstre, @sarah10r-blog, @mountsgirlsblog, @bobbybecker-21

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[unitedbydevils]

Match Review: Manchester United U18s 5-2 Preston North End U18s

It was a game of two halves for the north-west rivals, with United dominating the first half and then easing up in the second - allowing PNE to strike back and cause the home side a little bit of a worry...

Manchester United U18s finished resounding winners at Leigh Sports Village as they beat Preston North End in the FA Youth Cup 4th Round.

United opened the scoring after just 6 minutes, with Chido Obi expertly putting James Scanlon through who then squared across the box towards Jack Fletcher and Victor Musa - with Fletcher being the lucky one able to stab at the ball and poke it home for 1-0.

Fletcher then became the assist maker with a lovely corner whipped in deep for Munro to nod home in the 12th minute, although Preston will feel disappointed that they failed to mark so glaringly.

More exciting play from Jack Fletcher saw the attacking mid run straight through the middle of the Preston team to have a shot on goal spurned, only to fall into the path of Chido Obi in the 25th minute for a tap in. 3-0 United.

Victor Musa and James Scanlon both came close to scoring in the following minutes (Scanlon AGAIN put through by an acute pass from Obi across his body, something of a calling card, lovely) but 7 minutes later and Obi himself would be at it again, doubling his total with a bold run towards the edge of the box and a rifled finish into the bottom corner. Top finish, and surely the kid's got to get a taste of the first team before the end of the season.

5 minutes after the restart and Rodriguez-Gentile would get Preston back into it with a tidy finish past Will Murdock, but in truth it was awful defensive awareness and composure from Dan Armer that put the Lilywhites' player in.

Not even 10 minutes later and Rodriguez-Gentile doubled his tally and started to worry United: a poor pass from Tyler Fletcher to Jayce Fitzgerald giving Rodriguez-Gentile a run at the box. The forward kindly squared across to PNE's no7 who was bundled over in a box scramble to block the shot, but the rebound fell to Rodriguez-Gentile to smash in to make it 4-2.

United kept attacking but Will Murdock had his work cut out with some clutch saves, and Reece Munro had a goalline clearance to aid with too. The Reds made subs, with the likes of Jim Thwaites entering the fray, but these players still needed to get up to game speed - and PNE were keeping the tempo up.

Nifty footwork in the 89th minute from attacker Amir Ibragimov earned United a penalty at the death, and graciously Chido Obi - on for a hat-trick - let his teammate take the spot kick to make it 5-2.

[pernillemagda]

The sporting director of Leipzig stood on the goalline and just confirmed in the halftime interview that the ball was in.

Ohh, okay. Nice that he is honest at least