#and aldo's defeated look

[goffredos]

[They stare at each other in shocked silence. Then…] BE LLINI: (Quietly) Put them back. LAWRENCE: (Beat) And have Tremblay as Pope? BELLINI: We’ve had worse. LAWRENCE: (Beat) What has he offered you? Secretary of State? [Beat. Bellini looks away. Lawrence studies his friend for a moment.] LAWRENCE: Five times I cast my ballot for you, Aldo. But I was wrong. You lack the courage required to be Pope. [He gets up and walks out.]

[searchingforserendipity25]

thinking about lawrence and bellini and how they think they know each other, and they do, but not without the clarity each expects...bellini's 'don't be so naive' comment comes out with such force. he's been holding that between his teeth for years. decades maybe. all the time bellini spent struggling with his ambitions, his resentments.

it's only now during the conclave that will make or break his career and redeem the course of his life, his chance to step up and take up the mantle of the dead friend he is grieving deeply. it's now that it comes out - how much he has been living like a politician.

presenting himself one way, upholding the virtues of justice and humility, enjoying his own flair in throwing down the gauntlet, listing all his ideals and principles.

add: dramatic refusal. add: dramatic exit. performing so well, even his oldest friend cannot see it. cannot see him, for who he is. and so of course lawrence's trust and belief in him cannot be true; but bellini can't help but crumble when it starts eroding.

he is a false icon and a false man. he envies what he sees of lawrence, the doubts he has which are turned towards god and not towards the church (a doubt he shared with the late pope, and can only confess to it through him, even in absence). his self-denial that keeps him safe from ambition, that makes it terribly easy to set aside as competition, makes him safe to rely on.

except lawrence has a courage bellini can't replicate. an ability to respond to circumstances and not merely react and hesitate due to the possible costly outcomes.

because he is brilliant, he can see risks so clearly, he is so deeply aware of the weight in every decision and that hinders him terribly, it is the hubris of the righteous, a self-hating sense of responsibility. who else but him should be pope?

the big test of character he faces is not a scandal with victims or a crime: it is only disappointing a friend, disappointing himself. only that. a very quiet thing happens, behind closed doors, like so many other quiet things.

lawrence breaks the papal seal. he breaks vows and promises and protocol and ritual; he broke faith with the institution they have served together for decades, and so bellini cannot hold faith with him, or the truth he is trying to bring to the light.

the truth does not, then, matter as much as the look of the thing. the risk is too great. oh, it is always too great, for aldo bellini to take.

it is only when he loses lawrence's faith, the last steady old living faith lawrence has, that bellini realizes he does not have it in him to live by integrity. what an ugly thing to know, and to learn from someone renouncing him, the one person he thought would not.

lawrence makes clear bellini's weaknesses, as he does for the rest, and bellini sees him clearly in the light of day after a night of looking at himself, and he is very sorry, and grateful to him, for being the crucible. the least of all evils, and the one who cuts closest to the bone.

he looks at the darkness inside himself and apologizes. so quickly, so simply.

bellini apologizes; he makes amends; he offers supports, upholds the mirror as lawrence did, works towards a better future. it is another day. he is a politician, and it is another day.

when they reconcile he says: it is shameful to live this long and not know himself. and it is then, because he says that, at his prompting, in the example of that peculiar courage bellini has and thinks he does not have, that lawrance admits it. he does have a name scrawled in his heart, a small ambition; he is capable of wanting, even he would rather not.

and still, bellini leads the way for lawrence. in facing his failures to live up to his image of himself, in the possibility not only of regret and shame and struggle for dignity when facing the certainty of defeat (adeyemi) or denial, incomprehension (tremblay) - but in making amends.

lawrence's old trust in him is not baseless or empty, there is love between them still, because bellini is not that good of a politician, it turns out; he doesn't have what it takes to stick it out, to pretend at a thing he cannot be.

he is too true for it. he is brave, only not in the way he sought to be thought of. a quieter thing, less emphatic, more powerful by far. he is so clearly exhausted of himself. pretending at certainty is so much more treacherous and exhausting and dangerous than doubt admitted. and humility, the scholar learns, is the only possible road for knowledge of the self and the other and the world.

don't be so naive thomas. don't be so naive. but in the morning it is bellini asking for the name john, preparing in expectation and hope for his friend the moment he would ask him the term of his papacy after being elected. he asks without resentment, and with a new belief in him, a true understanding.

a reverse-baptism, which never happens, except for how it exists between them. what is the name of your fearful desire, your sin, your hope in the midst of hopelessness, your weakness like my own?

the dangerous ones are the ones who want to be elected. but aldo bellini is the one person who says, everyone wants it. he denies the possibility for false pretenses.

and because it is his friend who speaks of it, not tremblay accusing him of it or benítez offering it freely, but aldo bellini who asks what is the shape and sound of his secret faith in himself, lawrence can admit it.

if he can forgive bellini for it, he has to forgive himself. if bellini can face what sort of man he is, so does he. and he doesn't, of course, forgive himself for it, or give himself much of any grace. but he begins to believe that is it possible others might truly know his doubts and desires, and not look away, or be appealed, betrayed, renounce him for his humanity. bellini doesn't.

they see each other clearly now. they sit on the same bench, apart from the rest of the world, secluded in friendship.

in the script, after the explosion, they walk arm in arm for the last vote.

[headoverheelss]

Aldo being diagnosed with cancer and Goffredo finding out last. Literally everybody knows but him. So for months, Goffredo treats Aldo the same, teasing him, starting fights, etc. Then one day, Aldo’s looking frightfully pale from chemo and Goffredo is being Goffredo so Thomas stands up and puts a stop to it.

“He’s been diagnosed with cancer, Goffredo!”

The room goes quiet. Goffredo’s eyes widened as he turns to Aldo.

"Che cosa?"

The deafening silence is enough of an answer. Goffredo sweeps out of the room and Aldo doesn’t see him until later. The Italian barges into his room, and starts yelling at him. He’s harsh and loud. He keeps asking over and over, “why didn’t you tell me?!”, until eventually Aldo interrupts him in a semi-loud voice.

“Because out of everybody, I couldn’t take you treating me any different.”

Goffredo stops his yelling. The Patriarch is quiet and defeated and he’s scared. Aldo, seeing this, extends his hand to the man, smiling when said man takes it.

Nobody bats an eye when Goffredo moves into the Vatican to help Aldo out during his treatment and eventual remission.

[alexartink]

*she appeared at Ace (her sisters) house... Her door was wide open and it look like someone fought somebody*

...What happened here? I know she put up a fight but where was she taken..

*she looked around the place for clues but no lead*

God damnit! Nothing..

( @ask6339 @ask-joe-caine @rusty-the-rusty-spotted-cat @aldo-is-missing @lost-moss-defeat-it )

[mlmxreader]

My Saviour | Hugo Stiglitz x gn!reader

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requested by anonymous

↳ ❝ Can I request 25. "Sit still." with Hugo stiglitz please?

Maybe after the basement scene (yeah bc in my head and heart he's still alive) ❞

: ̗̀➛ Hugo wakes up in a vastly unfamiliar place, with wounds he can't quite understand, but there's a familiarity right beside him that's too comforting for him to ignore.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ blood, injury, swearing, smoking

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When Hugo woke, he did not know where he was, but he knew by the familiar pressure on his hand that he was at least safe; it felt hard to breathe as he winced and croaked with every inhale and groaned and coughed with every exhale.

His hair was sticking to his scalp, and he wasn't entirely sure why, and his mouth was somehow both sticky and dry; heat coursed through him, flooding him from the waist down.

But the familiar pressure on his hand was enough to keep him still as he slowly opened his eyes and gritted his teeth at how the harsh white light glared into him.

"Sit still," you told him softly, and he immediately relaxed at the sound of it. "Doggy Doc's got you patched up but you gotta stay still."

Hugo groaned, wondering where the fuck he was; he could smell fresh hay and cow manure, and wondered if he was in a fucking barn. That would at least account for the harsh lighting.

"Had to bring you to the livestock vet," you explained quietly, "no one else was around, and you was bleeding like a stuck pig."

He glanced at you, and the pain from the lights faded slightly as he sighed. "Drachen?"

You nodded, daring to gently kiss his forehead and remind him of that familiar pressure. The feel of your lips against his forehead just like before the war. "Drache... Geliebter..."

"Aye, my love," you murmured gently. "You did well, you're one tough Basterd."

"You followed," Hugo breathed out with a sharp hiss. "Why?"

"I always do," you told him. "You know that. I might not be a Basterd, but I'm always there."

"Jep," he tried to laugh. "In the... shadows."

You hummed, and when the door sounded as if it opened, all of that familiarity was gone within an instant, and Hugo was forced to listen to the conversation happening across the room.

"You fucking abandoned him!" You growled out. "All that fucking shit about how you care about your men, and you fucking abandoned two of 'em when they were on bloody death's door!"

"Easy there, tiger," Aldo growled back. "You don't want your superiors back home to find out you abandoned post, now, do ya?"

"I don't fucking care," you snarled. "S.O.E. can fuck itself. I ain't going anywhere until Hugo's alright, and I'm sure as fuck not letting you come in and send him to war when he's hanging on by a fucking thread!"

Hugo could hear it in the way Aldo huffed that he had been defeated, and it made him smile; you always did manage to one-up the lieutenant every fucking time.

You were the bark to his bite, and Hugo wouldn't have had it any other way. It wasn't even that Aldo was a bad guy, quite the opposite, but you always knew when it needed to be reeled in a little bit.

"I've been looking for a man to fight," you hissed. "You sure you wanna risk that, Raine?"

"Just let me know when he's able to walk," Aldo said almost kindly. "I got a fuckin' Jeep for you both. It'll take you to a proper fuckin' place to heal."

The door slammed, and within seconds, that familiar pressure was back on Hugo's hand, and his eyes had finally adjusted enough that he could see you properly; you had bandages all over your arms and legs, and one wrapped around one of your eyes. He frowned.

"Don't worry about me," you said so sweetly that he almost didn't. "Just a little scrap to get you and Wicki out of there."

Hugo struggled for a moment, and managed to sit upright; his head spun, and he could feel the twitching and tension in muscles that should have been dormant in that moment.

He winced, and clutched his sides as a trail of slimy blood spilled from his lips; you cleaned it up with the back of your sleeve, not caring when it clung to the fabric and left a long line of it.

"You should get checked," he croaked.

"I did," you reassured. "Doggy Doc sewed me up, don't worry... the eye's just a flesh wound, it'll heal. I will be fine."

"Drachen..."

"My love," you whispered, daring to move to sit on his thighs as you held his face in your hands. "My life. My light and my world."

Hugo grumbled, and couldn't find the strength to argue as he held you as best as he could; his grip was limp and loose, blood trickling through his bandages and staining your jacket even more, but you didn't seem to care as you kept him against you.

As far as you were concerned, he was alive, and that was all that mattered; you had gotten there in time, and although it had meant that you had gotten the worst injuries since the war began, you would have done it again in a heartbeat.

Hugo knew it, he didn't need you to say it and he didn't want you to.

He didn't need you to explain, and he didn't need to be told that he would have done the same if the roles were reversed; although he did have a sneaking suspicion that things would have actually gone to plan if you had been there with him... a bit more bloodshed, sure, but not a single Basterd would have gone down.

But it was more than that, and he knew it; he didn't have the strength to say it, and didn't have the words to properly express it, but it was so much more.

The bark to his bite had come back for him, the heart in the shadows and the dragon in the skies, had come back. You had come back.

You had not left him.

You were still there, and every scar would be a reminder that, no matter what, you would always come back to one another.

"Wait here," you muttered eventually. "You need to eat, and I still have some soup leftover... it's a little cold, and the bread's a little stale, but it's edible."

He shook his head, and when you asked why, he could only grumble a single word, "cigarette."

[numberonetraveleralmond]

Romelli from the novel Conclave is a charming overthinker, and we can assume he must have given Bellini a lot of thought as well.

During their seminary days, Aldo, brilliant and notoriously difficult to defeat in arguments, had a reputation for being exacting. Yet, surprisingly, he often seemed to miss an item or two from his formal attire. Whether it was forgetfulness or a deliberate choice for simplicity, Lawrence couldn't tell. But Lawrence, who always wore his formal attire impeccably for any occasion, big or small, couldn't help but notice.

Aldo, who usually played the part of an American (especially when criticizing Roman conservatism), would occasionally become selectively Italian—like when sometimes giving Lawrence a bise on the cheek as they parted for their respective rooms at night. Such intimate contact was rare for Aldo, and Lawrence had never seen him offer a bise to anyone else. He tried hard not to dwell on that fact.

Perhaps Aldo was simply more relaxed in his private life. When Lawrence visited his room late at night, Aldo would open the door and let him in, even while barefoot and wearing only a gown. Lawrence wasn't sure if this was an American or Italian custom, but it certainly wasn't something Lawrence himself would ever do. Priestly attire is generally modest, covering most of the skin, leaving only the face and hands exposed. In his gown, Aldo's nape, chest, forearms, and calves were visible, and a glimpse of his thigh could be caught when he moved his legs. Looking as though he were just about to step into a bath, Aldo would sit in an armchair, chatting with Lawrence about this and that, casually tapping his foot. The slipper would fall from the tapping foot, revealing it bare. Lawrence told himself he should be grateful for his friend's kindness—opening the door so late, fetching wine from the cupboard and pouring him a glass. And he tried hard not to wonder if this was just Aldo's way, or if others were also allowed through Aldo's door at such hours.

The life of the flesh is full of temptations. Yet Lawrence, befitting a priest, maintained a chaste life, taking pleasure in disciplining his body and mind. When he washed with hot water and lay down to sleep rigidly, hands crossed over his chest, he felt the satisfaction of fortifying himself. Didn't all people of faith undergo a similar process? Lawrence wondered silently. And he wondered if Aldo, the person closest to him, experienced such things too. Aldo was the colleague he respected most, always sharp, precise, immaculate. That Aldo sometimes forgot his fascia must be either forgetfulness or another of his unexpected quirks. Surely it had nothing to do with the sincerity of his faith. Ah, Lawrence felt such scrutiny was disrespectful to his esteemed friend. The scriptures said even sins committed in the heart were sins. Could he truly purify his heart by morning to tie his own fascia?

This debate had raged within Lawrence's mind for decades, while Aldo's habit remained unchanged. Even now, as Secretary of State of the Curia, an elder attending the Conclave, Aldo arrived without his fascia, and Lawrence found himself noticing. "Father Bellini," Lawrence called out to his old friend approaching from the far end of the cloister. "Aldo." As always, Aldo was slender, his face intelligent, sharp, and slightly weary. Seeing Lawrence, his eyes softened with that characteristic gentleness seemingly reserved just for him. Ah, when his long-respected friend showed such affection and goodwill, focusing on trivialities like the missing fascia or wondering if he showed that same look to others—it felt like sacrilege against him. Sins of the heart are still sins. Lawrence, his own fascia securely tied, might have to sleep in his old posture of penance tonight, perhaps for the first time in a long while.

[lyss-overcomplicates-everything]

@len-the-neverending @hypnopompic-decay

ok so basically I gave myself brainsworms about Malevolent × Skyward

If you're not super into Malevolent or have no idea what Skyward is, feel free to click off but I'll try to explain :]

Anyway, heads up, spoilers for a malevolent s5 and Skyward up to Defiant (book 4)

mild Malevolent recap: Arthur, feral, is blind. John, a fracture of an Eldredge God, has control of his eyes, left hand, and left foot. They've been through some shit. In the time the storyline takes place, they're looking for a relic known as 'the Blackstone' in exchange for their perfect life. They took this deal from an unstable mega-powrful god. They're in the 13th century, Arthur has just been told his dead daughter forgives him for acedentally killing her, and they're in a haunted town alone.

Skyward recap: Spensa is a teenager who went to flight school to undo her dad's bad reputation, relizes that she can teleport, trains that, spies on a different race, trains to kill gods, escapes from place, goes into Magic Place, gets even more powerful there, accidentally her two besties are Eldredge gods, her bf has simmolar powers. She absorbs one of her besties and the other is forced to join the Eldredge gods. She goes home, then has to defeat her human friend (she's also human) because she'll kill everyone, she's struggling with Eldredge God powers. Her Eldredge God besties can talk to her with Eldredge God powers. Her and Eldredge God bestie uncombine and they're still friends and Aldo her boyfriend runs the entire military also did I mention they're 20 at MOST.

Anyway. Spensa, trying to re-get used to her cytonic powers, accidentally chucks herself into another universe, aided, of course, by Kayne. Arthur and Spensa will basically help each other and become father/ daughter??? Idk where to go with it after that but I find the concept of a guy from the 1930's and a girl so far in the future that Earth isn't a planet anymore going around in the 13th century

[mmagoats]

MMA GOATS - Blog 5

The 7th tier of my MMA goats list has only one fighter on it, because having more than one fighter on it would be disrespectful to this next fighter. He’s the most feared and famous to come from the UFC and the entirety of the sport of MMA; the one, the only, the notorious.

“The Notorious” Conor McGregor 

But seriously, Conor McGregor is a great fighter and an even better marketer that brought an almost unheard of attention to the sport of MMA and to the UFC, pretty much becoming its backbone for them to build off of. I remember before I even got into MMA and fighting sports, I heard about Conor and what he did, and that’s really puts in perspective for me how big he really was. Looking at him from a birds eye view, the things he did in the sport and the wins and losses he faced, made his legacy of “the notorious” and the reason I as many others find him so enjoyable to watch and listent to.

When Conor was a kid, he was inspired by the likes of Muhamed Ali and Bruce Lee and by the bullies in his life to learn how to fight back. On the 14th of july, 1988, Conor was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland and attended an Irish-language school where he found his passion for soccer and at the age of 12, his passion for boxing. But it was when he moved to Lucan, Ireland when he really found his path in MMA and started training with future UFC fighter, Tom Egan. Conor spent all of his amateur and some of his pro MMA career in Ireland as an average fighter, racking up wins and losses in the lightweight division and the more natural featherweight division. Until, after a defeat, he went onto a 8 win streak that made him the first European pro MMA fighter to hold belts in two divisions at the same time. Dana White’s attention was piqued, enough so that he flew out, met Conor and signed him to the UFC just a few days later, a moment that marked the beginning of his rise to notoriety and fame.

Right at the start, Conor’s first fights consisted of contenders like a featherweight champion Max Holloway and an undefeated lightweight Dustin Porier, in which he secured both wins, eventually getting the belt from a prime Jose Aldo, sending him into his decline. At a time that seemed to be his height, it only got higher after his first loss in the scene against a welterweight Nate Diaz, pushing him to win in his rematch and finally becoming a two division champion by KO against a lightweight Eddie Alvarez, leaving the notorious Conor on top. Then, the beef between Khabib and Conor started up, a heated rivalry that still lingers between the two to this day, leaving Khabib on top by submission and Conor down a spiral of losses. 

Although his loss to Khabib ended his hype and his win streak, he left me and the world with memorable moments and inspiration to the people who came after. I think Conor was a miracle to the UFC and the sport of MMA for the eyes he brought and what he was able to do with the little time he had at the top, much more than what others in that situation could ever do or ever did. Overall, I think Conor was a pioneer to shit talk, selling events and for what it means to be a superstar, so for that he deserve his place on this tier, but I can’t put him any higher because of she chose to become a star and build a legacy, the notorious, instead of put all his effort into becoming a killer in the scene like most of the fighters on the next tiers. And come on, I got to have another Irish boy named Conor on this list.

[blowflyfag]

Pro Wrestling Illustrated : APRIL 1996

close-up: THE KID

Part 2

Transcript Below!!!

At 6’2” and 212 pounds, The Kid hardly looks like the typical professional wrestler … But he isn’t typical: the six year veteran is a high-flying, high-risk, aerial artist who has scored several shocking upsets simply because he’s willing to take chances … Spent most of his early years competing for Minneapolis-based Pro Wrestling America … As The Lightning Kid, he won the PWA light heavyweight title in both 1990 and 1991 … He also held the PWA tag team title (with Jerry Lynn) and the PWA TV title … Moved to texas and won the Global Wrestling Federation junior heavyweight title twice in the second half of ‘91 … Later accepted an offer to wrestle in Japan and battled such superstars as Jushin Liger, El Samurai, Ultimo Dragon, and The Great Muta … Lost most of those matches, but gained valuable experience … arrived in the WWF in April 1993 hardly made a splash … Lost his debut match to Louie Spicolli … Also lost to mid-carders such as Doink the Clown and Mr. Hughes, The Kid scored one of the biggest WWF upsets ever by pinning Razor Ramon on May 17 WWF Monday Night Raw … Kid seemed as shocked as everyone in the building … From that point on, fans called him the 1-2-3 Kid … Also pinned Terry Taylor and Ted DiBiase on several occasions … Just as impressive were two victories over former AWA World Champion Rick Martel … Jerry Lawler started poking fun at him on segments of “King’s Court” … Moved up as high as fourth in the WWF ratings in 1993 … Was pinned by Irwin R. Schyster at SummerSlam ‘93 … Lost by countout to Marty Jannetty in a thrilling match on August 31, 1993, in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Kid was injured when he misfired on a daring dive and hit a steel railing. Jannetty helped him back to the dressing room … Went in a slump after suffering a series of embarrassing losses to Doink … Also lost to Bastion Booger because of interference by Johnny Polo … Polo pushed Kid off the top rope, leading to the pin … Helped protect Ramon from an attack by Schyster, Diesel, Adam Bomb, and Martel after Ramon won his first Intercontinental title, on September 17, 1993 … At the 93’ Survivor Series, he teamed with Jannetty, Ramon, and Randy Savage to defeat IRS, Diesel, Martel, and Bomb … Wrestled well, but made one mistake too many and lost a crucial RAW against Shawn Michaels … Michaels twice power-bombed Kid before Ramon came to his rescue … Won his first major title on January 10, 1994, when he and Jannetty teamed to beat The Quebecers for the WWF World tag team title; Kid pinned Jacques following a flying bodypress from the top rope … Lost the belts back to The Quebecers one week later … Kid stunned Jeff Jarrett in the quater-finals of the 1994 King of the Ring tournament, but was piledrived by “Double-J” three times afterward … There was no doubt as to whether Kid would be ready for the semifinals later that evening, but after a bried delay, he came out and lost a tough match to Owen Hart … Owen went on to win King of the Ring … Had a thrilling match with WWF World champion Bret Hart on July 1, 1994. Kid kicked out of several pin attempts, shocked Bret with a spinning savate kick, but erred by trying a dropkick from the top rope. Bret moved out of the way and Kid landed on his back. Bret won by submission to the “sharpshooter” … In a battle of aerial artists on August 15, 1994, Kid won by disqualification over Owen Hart after Jim Neidhart interfered. Owen then locked Kid in a “sharpshooter” for several minutes … Teamed with Ramon, Fatu, Davey Boy Smith, and Sionne to beat Jarrett, Diesel, Neidhart, Owen Hart, and Michaels at the 94’ Survivor Series. The Kid, however, was one of the first wrestlers eliminated … Teamed with newcomer “Man O’ War” Aldo Montoya in matches against The Heavenly Bodies and others … Teamed with Bob “Spark Plugg” Holly to beat Bam Bam Bigekow and Tatanka in a tournament final for the vacant WWF World tag team title at the 95’ Royal Rumble … But glory didn’t last long. One night later in Palmetto, Florida,The Smokin’ Gunns beat The Kid and Holly for the belts …

[kyamiia]

Wardaddy and spanking🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🫡🫡🫡 to keep you in line, maybe youve been whining, or maybe you just wnana be manhandled grrrr he had hand and rubs your ass when its all red and tingly, telling you how good you were. AND ALDO AND SPANKING LORDDDDDDD

SHUT THE FUCK UP !!!!!!!! SPANKING IS MY PREROGATIVE !!!! AAAGGHHHH IM ACTIVELY SQUEALING LIKE A IDIOT !!!!!!

the pressure of your stomach atop thighs make it just a bit harder to breathe, every flinch and his coming out strained as Don’s heavy palm smacks the flesh of your ass, causing a loud sharp noise to pierce the air and your cheek to jiggle. Oh how it hurts so much,,, his other palm sternly flat upon your upper back, essentially keeping you pinned down as a sob spills from you.

Tired and defeated as you try to wiggle your hips just once more, an attempt to seek non existing mercy before Don’s hand slides from between your shoulder blades to your neck, grabbing with enough force that warns you. “stop fuckin’ moving or you’re getting another ten.” he sneers down at you and all you can do is give a whine in response, attempting to force your jumping hips to still. sobs still wracking through your body like tiny earthquakes as you tremble in his lap like you weren’t just bad mouthing him 10 minutes ago.

Suddenly hands slip between your torso and his thighs, transferring you to the bed just behind him. On your stomach you stutter a inhale, quick to look over your shoulder only to see him hovering over your prone form, the same rough palms that gave you a good 20 spankings now soothing the blooming red and pink splotches on your ass cheeks. It hurts. So tender and sore all you can muster is “ow— Don, it hurts—” before he shushes you with a sweet, low hum as if acknowledging your discomfort, “take it as your lesson to not curse at me.” He rebuttals shutting your complaints down, palms rubbing and massaging the irritated globes.

occasionally grasping enough to make you clench your jaw in discomfort and pushing your ass just to see the peek of your cunt, pads of his fingers finding its way to the sticky mess on the lips of your cunt, humming in approval as he dips lower to catch your clit, giving slow circular motions “did such a good job. took your punishment like a good girl.” he praises so passively, allowing you to melt as he toys with your clit

[charlenasaxen]

“I saw the Alfa-Romeo come up into the piazza. The driver must have seen me too, for the car braked suddenly and stopped, and I altered my useless panic course and ran towards it.”

“Aldo sprang out and caught me as I fell”

“I clung to him, stammering, incoherent. “Don’t let it happen,” I heard myself saying. “Don’t let it happen, please, God no…”

“resplendent, elegant, looked part of the background, just as the horses did, parading now beneath Duke Carlo’s statue”

“There are two baptismal entries in the San Cipriano records,” I said. “One for a son that died, the second for you.”

“Aldo moved from the chariot and came towards me. His face was pale, inscrutable, as it had been in the car on Wednesday night.”

“since you are here you may as well play your part. The role of the Falcon is still yours. That is, if you have nerve enough to accept it.”

“The Falcon was his own charioteer.”

“Very well,” I said, “then today you can be mine.”

“I was no longer conscious of feeling, or of fear. I was predestined to what must be.”

“my eyes confronted me, pale and staring, like the eyes of Claudio in the ducal palace picture. They were also the eyes of Lazarus in the church”

“The attendants released their hold upon the bridles as Aldo gathered the myriad reins”

“The horses, feeling the strain, moved forward. The distant campanile by the Duomo sounded ten, echoed by all the churches of Ruffano. The flight of the Falcon had begun.”

“We circled the piazza first, proudly, sedately, processing like the triumphant entry of the Emperor Trajan into Rome”

“every window was flung open, black with spectators, and as we paraded slowly before them the gasp of astonishment, of wonder, became magnified”

“it seemed to me in those last brief moments, when Aldo gathered the reins and the attendants fell back on either side, that I had reached the peak of fear”

“He was pale, as always, but now with a tense excitement I had never seen in him before”

“I said to him, “Shall I pray?”

“It’s too late,” I told him. “I never had any courage anyway. I depend on yours.”

“One check, one startled shy from any of the twelve leading horses, and he would bring his fellows down”

“I was not conscious of speed, nor of Aldo’s voice cheering and calling to the horses”

“only of the massed and terrified faces at all the windows, of the mounting screams as our headlong pace increased”

“The church of San Cipriano swam into my line of vision on the left, the steps thronged with students, yelling, shouting, and there were students massing on the converging streets”

“so up the ascending hill towards the ducal palace, spurred by their own impetus, maddened and excited by the crescendo”

“shouting, cheering, waving, and they were calling as they ran, “Donati… Donati… viva Donati…”

“the violence that came from all of them was the violence of excitement, of acclaim. All the city shouted, and there was no other sound but this, the roar “Donati… Donati…”

“Don’t you hear them calling you?”

“he only smiled, and now as the street narrowed and became steeper yet the leaders, feeling the upward strain, strove to mount the hill”

“the steeply rising street, curving to the right, defeated their attempt to master gravity.

“Arri! Arri!” yelled Aldo”

“brought them in sight of the piazza Maggiore before the ducal palace and gallantly, superbly, they breasted the last incline”

“As they faltered, staggered, the students waiting beyond the fountain ran towards them, seizing their bridles. Our curving fan of six abreast, bearing us with them, dared the final slope, and sobbing, with heaving flanks, they felt the check of rein at last, and trembled to a halt”

“The cavalcade, ourselves among it, was now protected by a single cordon bearing swords, each student dressed as Aldo was”

“Once again the cry went up, “Donati… viva Donati…”

“We’ve done it,” he said. “We’ve done it…” and he started laughing, he threw back his head and laughed”

“shouted to the students beyond the cordon, “Here is the Falcon! Here is your Duke!”

“It was not the stone that I expected but a flower, and the girl who threw the flower was Caterina.

“Armino,” she cried, “Armino!” her enormous eyes wide with laughter”

“He’s going to show himself to the crowds in the Piazza del Mercato from the palace.”

I tore off my robe and the wig, and flung them down, and leapt out of the chariot”

“He burst through the great door to the throne room, and he was laughing as he ran”

“As I climbed I shouted, “Aldo!” The sickness and the vertigo I had suffered as a child enveloped me. I could not see, I could only feel the twisting spiral of the steps above. Up, up, forever up, with bursting heart”

“I heard myself sobbing as I crawled, and the tower was forever out of reach”

“The patch of sky, brilliant with the sun, distorted vision. I thought I saw the spread wings of a bird”

“Suddenly I understood. I had climbed beyond the balustrade. This was the smaller parapet”

“You win,” he said. “I reckoned without that. Poor Beato…”

“Lying against Aldo I could see nothing but the sky. The shouting, coming from beneath us, rose on every side.”

“If by the remotest chance,” he said, “my second exploit fails, I’ve left everything to you. It’s yours by right.”

“The will says that we are brothers—my vanity forbade me to admit otherwise.”

“I killed her by despising her, by being too proud to accept the fact I was her son. Wouldn’t you say that counts as murder?”

“When she had scribbled me a line from hospital. I had not answered.

“Yes,” I said, “it was murder. But we’re both guilty, and for the same cause.”

“The cry “Donati… viva Donati!” was for neither of us; it was for a legendary figure”

“something long and slender, silver-colored, made up of a million feathers that as he touched them shivered in the wind”

“I tell you, Beo, there’s nothing to it. The mechanism can’t fail. The only thing that can fail is the human element. And after what I’ve just achieved that isn’t likely.”

“The smile on his face was joyous, no grimace. He raised one hand in salutation to the cheering crowds below.”

“Aldo, don’t go,” I said. “It’s madness. Suicide.”

He was not listening. He did not care. His faith was a fanatic’s faith”

“Like Claudio before him, he could only die”

“piazza del Mercato, became suddenly silent. The massed heads, upturned, no longer cried “Donati!” They watched and waited while the figure, self-imprisoned, stood motionless on the parapet edge, outlined against the sky.”

“clasping his legs. “No,” I said, “no…”

“When I opened them again he was standing with the wings spread poised for flight”

“Buoyant, effortless, he soared above the crowd, drifting with the wind as he had foretold. The feathers, silver in the sunlight, turned to gold.”

“He threw himself clear, spreading his arms wide like the wings he had discarded, then, bringing them to his side, he plummeted to earth and fell, his body, small and fragile, a black streak against the sky.”

“He joined the Arts Council and devoted the remainder of his life to his work for the Council, for the preservation of the ducal palace and its treasures, and, last but not least, for the welfare of orphaned students”

“Whether Duke Claudio actually achieved this feat is still uncertain. Aldo Donati did. The people who watched him do so on Friday morning will never forget the experience.”

“told me he believed that his brother, in midair, had a sudden vision, some sort of ecstasy blinding him to danger”

“Like Icarus, he flew too near the sun. Like Lucifer, he fell. We, the Ruffanesi who remain, salute the courage of a man who dared.”

[johntimothy19]

UFC 314: Volkanovski Reclaims Featherweight Title in Thrilling Miami Showdown

On April 12, 2025, the Kaseya Center in Miami, Florida, played host to UFC 314, a night filled with electrifying bouts and unforgettable moments. The event was headlined by the featherweight title clash between Alexander Volkanovski and Diego Lopes, marking a significant chapter in UFC history.

Main Event: Volkanovski vs. Lopes

Alexander Volkanovski reclaimed the UFC Featherweight Championship with a unanimous decision victory over Diego Lopes. The judges scored the bout 48-47, 49-46, and 49-46 in favor of Volkanovski. Despite being knocked down at the end of the second round, Volkanovski showcased resilience and tactical prowess to dominate the later rounds. This victory marks his second reign as champion and positions him just one win shy of tying José Aldo's featherweight title fight record. Both fighters earned a $50,000 Fight of the Night bonus for their performance.

Co-Main Event: Pimblett vs. Chandler

In the co-main event, Paddy Pimblett remained undefeated in the UFC by defeating Michael Chandler via TKO in the third round. Pimblett's relentless pressure and striking accuracy overwhelmed Chandler, leading to a stoppage at 3:07 of round three. This victory solidifies Pimblett's status as a rising star in the lightweight division.

Main Card Highlights

Yair Rodr��guez vs. Patricio Pitbull: Rodríguez secured a unanimous decision victory over Pitbull, with all three judges scoring the bout 30-27. Rodríguez's striking versatility and movement proved too much for Pitbull in his UFC debut.

Jean Silva vs. Bryce Mitchell: Silva delivered a dominant performance, submitting Mitchell with a ninja choke in the second round. The bout was marked by Silva's aggressive approach and post-fight antics, including barking in Mitchell's face after the submission. Silva earned a $50,000 Performance of the Night bonus for his efforts.

Dominick Reyes vs. Nikita Krylov: Reyes returned to form with a first-round knockout of Krylov, landing a decisive punch at 2:24 of the opening round. This victory marks a significant comeback for Reyes in the light heavyweight division.

Preliminary Card Notables

Dan Ige vs. Sean Woodson: Ige secured a third-round TKO victory over Woodson, showcasing his striking power and resilience.

Virna Jandiroba vs. Yan Xiaonan: Jandiroba earned a unanimous decision win, positioning herself as a top contender in the women's strawweight division.

Chase Hooper vs. Jim Miller: Hooper outpointed veteran Miller, winning by unanimous decision and demonstrating his growth as a fighter.

Marco Tulio vs. Tresean Gore: In a back-and-forth contest, Tulio emerged victorious with a second-round TKO, earning praise for his performance.

Event Statistics

Attendance: 18,287 fans filled the Kaseya Center.

Gate Revenue: The event generated $11,507,099 in ticket sales.

Bonuses: Apart from the Fight of the Night and Performance of the Night bonuses mentioned earlier, the event highlighted the UFC's commitment to rewarding exceptional performances.

Conclusion

UFC 314 delivered a night of high-octane action, memorable performances, and significant implications for various divisions. From Volkanovski's triumphant return to the top of the featherweight division to emerging talents making their mark, the event underscored the dynamic and ever-evolving nature of mixed martial arts.

As the UFC continues to showcase elite-level competition, fans can look forward to more thrilling events and the rise of new contenders in the months ahead.

[missspringthyme]

March 1st, 2024

Had another eeg session today, but this time we collected data from Greek girl. I did manage to get out of the first hour or so of recording because I needed to go ask the service desk for help with fixing my MATLAB. I'm missing 2 toolboxes that should've come with my university license and I can't do any processing without them unfortunately.

Today's fit included my little white boots that unfortunately both had the rubber ripped out of the heel. I like the shoes but I keep avoiding wearing them because they are so incredibly loud without the padding. I'm not sure how to fix it, but I'm not going to just throw out perfectly good boots. Anyway, because of that I kept walking on my tip toes a little to try and lessen the noise, but it was hard to find the line between walking funny and sounding funny. It did take me a while to find the service desk, but when I did I was told the guy there was on lunch break and would be back soon. The service desk is temporarily located in a library I didn't know existed in the building I had most of my tutorials last semester, which is not the main building with the main library. I took a seat at one of the tables and doodled to some music before the guy tapped me on the shoulder to ask what I needed.

I walked him through the problem and stood there for what seemed like ages while he clicked through my computer, eventually telling me he would have to put in a ticket to escalate it to the ultra IT guys. I had really been laying on the charm because I knew I looked good and sometimes it's fun to see people get dazzled, also it's nice seeing people walk away from interactions with you with a little glow about them. That was when another guy came and asked my IT guy why he was writing a ticket and insisted he could fix the problem. Second guy was absolutely flirting with me, which always feels nice. What was even nicer was when he started stepping over the line a little and talking to me in that special way where the concept of "pretty girl" makes you special, but a little less of a human. When he said "why do you need MATLAB anyway?" and I responded "oh, I'm studying neuropsychology its for brain imaging" he kinda blinked a little and some of the suaveness drained out of him. Sometimes I forget that when I dress super feminine people are nicer to me but expect less from me, and then I have an interaction like that.

Anyway, 2nd guy admitted defeat for the same reason as 1st guy and 1st guy went to work putting in the ticket for me. I made sure to be even more nice to him because he just had the other guy come in and try and show him up. He Aldo fixed the problem with my phone where it wasn't connecting to the University's wifi so hooray (even though I have a data plan, my phone company says I don't use my data enough in Germany to roam in the Netherlands, this means sometimes I get 2 seconds of very slow data before it stops all together. Unless I'm connected to wifi, I have no connection in the Netherlands.)!

When I got to the eeg lab my supervisor had me run through the rest of the experiment by myself while he watched from outside the sound proof cube on the camera. It took every ounce of my being to not fall asleep. I've decided I'll be coming to campus on Monday to attend the lab meeting in person and then stay the night at former Italian roommates to then go to my meeting on Tuesday. My supervisor told me to come to his office early on Monday if I wanted and I 100% am. That man is responsible for the entirety of the rest of my grades and I need him to like me. Plus some one on one face time could be good for figuring out my thesis.

Back home, I cooked and ate an entire veggie pizza before I joined the dnd game which was fine. I'm still trying to figure out my character a little.

That night, I had a bit of a freak out and spiraled about my future. I had this moment while I was washing my face at 1 in the morning where I just couldn't stop crying with all the soap on my face. I know this is coming from me not being occupied enough and also from being in my 20s but jesus.

Interesting day!

[mrbookmaker]

A Team That Needs to Hit the Reset Button

Whenever I take a look at the tables in World Cup qualifying, it is always normal for me to view the rosters of many national teams.

Lately I am paying a lot of attention to the qualifying campaign in South America, and I immediately noticed that Peru is bottom of the table with two points.

Through six matches played, the Peruvians have drawn two matches and lost four.

Online bookmaker Bet365 has the latest wagers and currently Peru has 9/2 odds to finish in the top six of CONMEBOL World Cup qualifying.

Those draws came at home against Venezuela while the other was a scoreless draw away from home against Paraguay.

Before going any further, we need to remember that Peru broke its long World Cup drought when it qualified to Russia after defeating New Zealand 2-0 in the inter-confederation playoffs.

Four years later, Peru tried to qualify the hard way again but was unable to beat Australia on penalties and thus missed out on Qatar.

But now Peru is looking bad because the team is riddled and hampered by old age.

Aldo Corzo, thirty-four years old, started at left back in Peru’s previous qualifier and although Yoshimar Yotun scored the only goal of the match, he is thirty-three years old.

When looking at the roster, it is easy to spot a lot of the players who are in their mid-thirties.

And even though Peru’s starting lineup had a nice blend of experience and some youngsters, it is also important to note that Paolo Guerrero made an appearance off the bench late in the second half.

But of course, we cannot ignore that Paolo Guerrero is forty years old. Yes, forty years old.

When I think of teams that continue to call up older players that are way past their prime, I think of national teams such as Estonia or India.

In the case of Peru, this should not be happening.

I know that Paolo Guerrero is Peru’s all-time leading goal scorer, but there has got to be other talented younger strikers who can bring plenty of speed and excitement to the pitch.

It is obvious that reshuffling the lineup isn’t going to guarantee Peru qualifying to the 2026 World Cup.

But now is the time to hit the reset button and begin preparing for the future.

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[burningexeter]

As an aspiring writer and filmmaker, what are the connections or "themes" that my work has and share with each other. It's actually much more simple on my end with this:

• They tend to always focus on unconventional type of protagonists fighting against the highest stakes there is. But despite that sounding fairly interesting for a simple paragraph, there's much more to it than that. First off, the protagonists or even the ensembles are not at all the type of characters you'd ever expect or think of being the heroes. They're the bullies, criminals, blue collar workers, CDC doctors, rat exterminators, cynical schlubs, elderly grandfathers or grandmothers, spoiled brats, cheerleaders, truck drivers, shady and sleazy private detectives, sarcastic grumps, priests, former deadbeat parents trying to put their lives back together, the sexy but quick-tempered goth girl, drug dealers, cartel members, morticians, dysfunctional families, the town drunk, struggling drug addicts or even a little girl with a burnt scar on the side of her face. These are all no matter what the numerous type of people who you don't usually see as the heroic characters who save the day. These aren't the strong jawed, posing, good-looking Hollywood heroes like Superman, the Guardians Of The Galaxy, Optimus Prime, Luke Skywalker or Wonder Woman — god no, instead these are heroes in the exact same category as Jack Sparrow from the Pirates Of The Caribbean Trilogy, Walter White from Breaking Bad, Koichi Shikishima from Godzilla Minus One, Aldo Raine from Inglourious Basterds and Trevor Philips from Grand Theft Auto V.

That said however, all of the protagonists do grow, develop and even at times become better people over the course of the story. Most of them all have moral codes (standards basically) and always end up doing the right thing.

As for the stakes, these aren't just the odds. These are big. Big stakes that affect them and even everything and everyone they've ever loved or cared about. The stakes in my work are always - and I mean ALWAYS - huge. And no, it's not "Oh, it's the end of the world and the final battle is in New York City" but they are big, deadly, dangerous, high-edge stakes.

• Another thing is that the events of any of my work are either caused, furthered or BOTH by the protagonists and characters' actions and thus are more than character-driven. They make HUGE decisions, they even sometimes depending on which or who make the wrong choices, they don't do what they should've done and regardless of whether what they did was right, all of this leads to repercussions that build and culminate to the climax and end.

• The villains are never these one dimensional, generic, mustache-twirling villains who are just 100% evil all the way. Instead, the villains are intimidating, scary, charismatic, intelligent, threatening and even at times tragic characters. The ones who are tragic show it through moments and go out on their own sacrificial terms while the ones who aren't tragic have codes to them and make their presence known whenever they're on screen. We're not talking about again strong jawed, posing, good-looking Hollywood villains like Loki, Lex Luthor, Doctor Doom, Evelyn Deavor (good lord, that pun name is just dumb as hell) or Hans of the Southern Isles — nah, god no, instead these are the villains in the exact same category as Jared Nomak from Blade II, Dr. Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus from Spider-Man 2, Davy Jones from Pirates Of The Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest & At World's End, Syndrome from The Incredibles and Dr. Thaddeus Sivana from Shazam!.

• Last but not least, all of my work have genuinely bittersweet endings where the villain or villains and threat are defeated for good with no chance of coming back but sacrifices are made on the heroes side therefore they don't always end very happily. It shows us that not everything has a happy ending regardless of what it is.

Here's an example:

I have this whole entire, fully fleshed-out idea for a Kim Possible reboot called Global Justice and this is how it'll end:

After Kim and Shego have a heated argument about the former's future now that she's about to graduate high school, Shego realizes that she was wrong and that her reasons for not letting Kim go are selfish of her. But when she goes to apologize to Kim and admit her mistake, she shockingly finds that Kim has gone behind her back and done something that sets in motion the events of the series finale.

The bittersweet ending here is that the main threat that's been built up since the ending of the five-part premiere is finally defeated, all heroes come together and the day is at long last saved with the surviving villains being put to rest.... BUT due to everything that's just happened because of her, Shego has lost all trust in Kim that's been built and earned throughout the whole series with the final scene in the show being this —

Flying through the night sky over a now safe Middleton in their purple car as a full-on homage to the final moment in the original series, Kim in the front seat and Shego driving are sitting in complete silence with their hair blowing in the wind. It's then that a guilty and almost somber Kim says "I'm sorry, Shego. For everything".

To which Shego replies with this....

"I know you are, Kim. You're my girlfriend and nothing will ever change that. I brought you into all this from day one and nothing will ever change that. I will always love you no matter what and nothing will ever change that. But after everything that's just happened, from now until I don't know when, my trust is something that you're gonna have to earn back".

Kim then hangs her head down in shame, visibly heartbroken, while Shego continues driving emotionlessly into the moon.

Cue end credits.

Kim ended up fulfilling her goal in the show but at the cost of a loved one's trust. And it's Shego of all people.

[futbol16]

She’s Not Done!  • Fridolina Rolfö

Request: “Can we please get one for rolfo, she’s such a protective and comforting player I love her. Maybe during training Jona and the technical team went too hard on her, she looks defeated every single training match and game. Rolfo and the girls try to tell her its alright but R gets a bad panic attack on the pitch after she keeps hearing all the screaming and orders“

Not sure how this one turned out but I hope it’s good enough!

Word count: 1,2k

Jonatan would be away for the week and substituted by Aldo, the assistant coach’s assistant, a trainee. Aldo was a young man, somewhere around your age but he held no sympathy for you. 

The first two training sessions with him were interesting, he chose a different approach for everything you’ve done before. The team seemed to be challenged by that, but you adapted almost immediately and they watched in awe as you smoothly completed each and every drill. 

However, as much as you weren’t admitting it, the girls knew this only angered the man. It was stupid from him, the girls knew. 

He was a trainee and as someone wanting to be coach his goal shouldn’t be to exhaust and bring down players until they’d break. But they couldn’t do much, after all, Jonatan wasn’t here and their complaints fell on deaf ears.

You were panting more than you’ve ever had before, you knew you were completely spent but you needed to perfect your skills for the second match of the week and according to Aldo, you still had a lot of work to do. 

Frido and Aitana watch with sorrowful looks on their faces as Aldo shouts at you to start again. The team were currently on a water break but Aldo hadn’t let you go insisting that you had to do the drill again. 

The girls were utterly confused as you go at it for the eighth time, each time doing the job without a mistake.

Sandra is the first to move and she makes her way towards the trainee, muttering to him about how she thought you had done enough.

“She’s not done until I say so. If you want to quit now I won’t allow you in the second half!” The last sentence is directed to you as he shouts and you give him a nod, almost swallowing the bead of sweat that rolls down your face.

Once training is done you’re kept upright by Patri who helps you walk to the locker room, still breathing heavily. The girls sigh slowly at the defeated look on your face. 

You looked so tired, so fragile.

Fridolina stands up from her seat and you’re gently transferred into her arms and you relax in the blonde’s hold a relieved smile making its way onto your face.

“Kära this can’t keep happening. With this rate you won’t even be able to stand for the lineups!” she exclaims and you quickly shake your head, moving away from her in favor of getting changed.

“No, no, I’m good. He knows what he’s doing, I need to be ready for the match.”

“But that’s the thing! He doesn’t know what he’s doing Y/N/N!” she says and you see Mariona and Aitana nodding along.

“Well it’s whatever, Jonatan will be back in a few days anyway.” you dismiss her worries with a wave of your hand before pulling off your sweat-soaked jersey.

“I don’t know if she’ll hold out for that long.” Aitana whispers to which the blonde can only shake her head as she watches you get dressed.

It’s matchday and as you read over the starting eleven your shoulders relax when you spot your own name. In reality Aldo didn’t have the power to make those decisions as a trainee, but you still feared that he could have any influence on it.

First half of the match went by fast, your team leading 3-1 as you had assisted and also scored a goal. 

You’re happy with your performance but Aldo doesn’t seem to share the same feelings because as you walk off the pitch you catch his eyes glaring your way.

Frido is quick to pull you with her and she tucks you into her side as you walk to the changing room for team talks.

“You okay?” she mutters into your hair and you hum back at her, one arm around her waist.

As the game resumes the first thing you hear after the whistle is Aldo’s screaming. Aldo screaming at you. He’s shouting with such power that even the other team looks at him confused.

It’s how the rest of the game goes by. Every time the ball would be at your feet he’d be shouting at you and pointing towards the goal acting as if you didn’t know your job. 

And then every time the ball was elsewhere he was screaming for you to get it with an angry look on his face, one that you were starting to get annoyed with.

It’s after a sloppy tackle from the opposition where you end up on the turf when everything becomes too much. 

The player takes pity on you and pulls you up in front the ground as you steady on your feet and she looks over at the trainee with furrowed eyebrows as he keeps yelling.

She barely moves away before your body falls into hers again and your shaking hands clutch the sides of her jersey as she gently lowers you back on the grass.

Frido is quick to get to you as she sprints from her position, the referee finally blowing her whistle.

She nudges the player away from you as she kneels next to you, carefully peeling your hands from your face. 

She holds onto your shaking hand and guides your head into her chest. You inhale deeply, trying to get as close to her as possible while also trying to even out your labored breathing. 

You just wanted to get away, go home and cuddle up to the blonde.

As the referee gets to the two of you she leans down, putting two fingers to your neck. Blowing her whistle she sends you off the field and looks at Aldo with a disapproving look as he screams for you to stand up and continue.

Frido and Aitana lead you to the sidelines where Aldo immediately starts arguing with the three of you but you can barely hold up your own weight. You listen as your girlfriend argues with him back and forth before she forces him to sub her off.

As the man finally sits back down with that usual frustrated expression, Fridolina holds you by the waist as she guides you to the locker room.

 She quickly sits you down, filling a bottle with water and she gets back to you.

“Come on kärlek, drink up.” she holds the bottle to your lips, one hand cupping under your chin in case the water would spill.

After she makes sure you’re okay, she sits your exhausted body in her lap and holds you close to her. You stay like that till the end of the match when the rest of your teammates arrive in the room and you get a kiss on the cheek from every one of them.

Your girlfriend watches with a fond smile before giving you her own kiss and she softly laughs when you furiously blush at her.

The next day when you get to the training facility you’re informed that Aldo would no longer be continuing his training as coach and that Jonatan had fired him stating that “no one could treat his players with such disrespect, especially not a young boy.”

You look to the side to see Frido with a mischievous smile and you kiss her shoulder affectionately, her arm naturally wrapping around your waist.