#beginner skills

[egofatuus-quinn]

Learning to knit with chopsticks 😃

[uosif-k]

🚨 4 skills Make You PRO Player..⚽️⚡️

[saturnvs]

and what if i pulled myself together and contacted the local riding school to tell them i'm interested in joining ....

[seqkore]

🩰🩰🩰

[marihem]

@fransweek 2024

Day 1: Blushing (literally)

[snakeflower-cottage]

Channeling the Elements in Witchcraft, a foundational skill and arte

Magic moves like the wind and settles like stone, flowing through the world in ways we may never fully understand. Witches do not command the elements, we learn from them, work with them, and with determination and a bit of work, we borrow their strength. Each element has its own temperament, its own price, and its own way of shaping the unseen into something tangible.

🜂 Fire is unpredictable. It is hunger, destruction, and transformation, and it does not care for the hands that shape it. Even the smallest spark will take what it can, growing beyond what was intended. Fire magic is used to transform, to destroy, to strip away the old and make space for the new. It lends power to offence, heats and empowers the cauldron, reduces poppets and charms to ash and smoke. But be wary—call on fire too carelessly, and it may consume more than you bargained for.

🜁 Air is restless. It moves unseen, a force that shapes without being held. This is the element of breath, of voice, of words given power. It carries spoken spells, sends power with speed, turns whispered wishes into things that travel far beyond us. Air can sharpen the mind, twist thoughts into visions, and scatter illusions like leaves on the wind. But it is fickle… It shifts too easily to be owned, and what is sent forth on the breeze may never return the way you expect.

🜄 Water is a gateway. It is the boundary between worlds, the place where spirits gather, where things lost may return. Water is life-giving, carrying vitality through the body just as it carries magic between realms. It softens and soothes, heals wounds both seen and unseen, and deepens the witch’s connection to all things. Wells and streams are places of healing, where offerings are left, and forces intersect. Rain blesses, washes clean. The sea remembers the beginning of life. To work with water is to work with feeling, with intuition, with the currents that pull us toward what we need most… whether we know it or not.

🜃 Earth is patient. It does not hurry, does not shift for just anyone. It is the foundation of protection magic, of wards buried at thresholds, of charms sealed with salt and soil. Earth magic is steadying; good for binding, for holding things in place, for giving power to spells that must last. It listens to whispered oaths, holds the echoes of past workings, and lends its strength to those willing to wait. But earth is not easily moved… If you seek its help, be prepared to meet it on its own terms.

Each witch has their own way with the elements. Some find fire too wild to wield, others feel lost in air’s ceaseless movement. Magic is not about bending these forces to our will, but about knowing which will meet us halfway. Work with what calls to you first, and remember, what is freely given is always stronger than what is taken.

[pratchettquotes]

"He's started catching fish," said the Senior Wrangler. "That means he'll come over all smug and start asking what plans we've got for making a boat at any minute, you know what he's like."

The Dean looked at some sketches he'd made on a rock.

"How hard can it be to build a boat?" he said. "People with bones in their noses build boats. And we are the end product of thousands of years of enlightenment. Building a boat is not beyond men like us, Senior Wrangler."

"Quite, Dean."

"All we have to do is search this island until we find a book with a title like Practical Boat-Building for Beginners."

"Exactly. It'll be plain sailing after that, Dean. Ahaha."

Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

[sleepsucks]

[thatsonehellofahabit]

STAY TAPPED IN.

[sonic-pja]

So hard to draw Sonic characters

[egofatuus-quinn]

Got my first pair of actual knitting needles, why are the so longgggggg

[uosif-k]

🚨 Do You Know This Street Skills!! 😵‍💫🔥⚽️

[irlnorthshaw]

ninjador fic - offside affairs

just a few disclaimers: i have not written a proper fanfic in a while. and i have never written in this genre before... EVER. so do forgive me teehee. also its a bit suggestive? but it doesnt really go anywhere (sorry yall im already shaking everytime i write a flirty dialogue)

El Matador and Ninja have an on-and-off situationship where they get casual every time there’s a match between their respective teams. But now, word on the street says Ninja has a mystery girlfriend. And El Matador did not like that.

The mood inside Shakes and Klaus’ hotel room was grim.

Supa Strikas’ had just suffered a humiliating 3-0 loss against Cosmos earlier that day and it was stinking up the whole place. It was all a catastrophe and they knew it from the first whistle. Their strategy had been a mess and suddenly they were infants again trying to play for the very first time. Cosmos, on the other hand? Those guys played like they were sandbagging the whole season and had just unlocked some ancient soccer code overnight. The only silver lining was that it was a double-header and the men in red had a shot at redemption tomorrow.

Which was why Coach had slammed them all with a strict lockdown for the night, a decision they usually protested. After all, why even be in Vegas if you’re not signing up for over-the-top events and making poor financial choices? But the guys had agreed to just wind down for now, which wasn’t the worst thing in the world. At the very least, this time they were holed up in a proper hotel and not some sketchy roadside joint that reeked of carcass. The beds were firm, the minibar was stocked, and the Wi-Fi was fast. In short? Perfect conditions for a night of mindless gaming.

Bringing his consoles was customary for Shakes, so he didn’t hesitate to hook up his Nintendo Switch to the TV. At this point, he, Cool Joe, and North were already several hours deep into intense rounds of Mario Kart. And by hours, it was just them spending most of it arguing over which characters to choose.

Klaus, however, was completely checked out. His fingers and eyes glued onto his phone screen.

“Guuuys! The Super Scoop just posted something!”

That’s right. Klaus had upgraded from gossip magazines to their digital counterparts: drama accounts on Natter. And recently, he had made it everyone’s problem. Maybe it was his inner Inspector von Klaus speaking, but no scandal could ever slip by the blonde striker.

“Dude, for the last time,” North groaned, eyes still on the TV, “I blocked The Super Scoop for a reason. We don’t care!”

Klaus huffed. “You don’t care. I, on the other hand, am a man of culture.”

“Right, more like a man of drama.” CJ muttered.

“Ja, but come on, look!” Klaus shoved his phone into Tiger’s face, who was sprawled out on Shakes’ bed behind him. “It says Ninja was spotted with a mysterious woman!”

Tiger frowned, glancing at the blurry image attached to the post. “Maybe… sister?”

“They wouldn’t word it like that,” Shakes mused, now mildly interested. 

North and CJ turned to stare at him in disbelief. Since when did Shakes know anything about Natter journalism?

“What? I’m always on Natter. And besides, if Ninja did have a sister, wouldn’t the public already know about her by now?”

“Then…” Klaus hesitated. “Girlfriend?”

Across the room, El Matador had been lazily scrolling through his own phone, only half-listening. That was until those words struck his ears.

Girlfriend.

Ninja.

His grip on his phone tightened slightly. Oh, this is rich.

Finally, he shot up from his seat and marched towards the rest. “Let me see that!”

Without hesitation, he snatched Klaus’ phone, completely brushing off his teammate’s demands to give it back.

There it was: a grainy, low-res photo of Ninja, presumably taken just a few hours ago. Curse Vegas’ light pollution… The garish lighting cast the whole image in a blurry haze. But Ninja’s unmistakable figure was front and centre, casually strolling down the street. Clinging to his arm was a tall figure with long, flowing black hair, her face turned away from the camera.

The caption read: “Cosmos captain Ninja spotted with a mystery woman post-match. Could this be our next power couple of the Super League?”

El Matador narrowed his eyes.

First of all, the picture was terrible. So terrible that it would take NASA-level enhancement software to decipher who this woman was. But that wasn’t the problem, exactly. The problem, for El Matador, was the thought of Ninja actually dating someone.

He forced himself to scoff, tossing the phone back to Klaus. “This is clearly just some random woman he met at a party. Nothing serious.”

It was nothing serious. Yet his dramatic antics spoke otherwise and Shakes, without even looking at the man, caught onto it quickly. “If it’s nothing serious, why do you care so much?”

“I don’t care.”

“Uh-huh...”

“I mean, you literally show up with a new mystery date every other month, El Matadude,” North pointed out. Which was true! El Matador’s dating life was far from dry, you could fill up a stadium with all the people he had messed around with. “This should be, like, relatable to you.”

“That’s not the—“ El Matador stopped himself. Not that these fools would understand.

But even long after everyone had called it a night, the post still clung to his thoughts like… slime in his hair? Or gum on his shoes. And worse? It screamed for itself on the field the next day.

From the moment the whistle blew, El Matador’s game was off. His footwork felt sluggish, his positioning was beyond awkward, and his signature flair? Took a day off. He let passes slip by. Hesitated on shots. He didn’t even hog the spotlight.

By halftime, Coach looked two seconds away from setting him on fire.

“El Matador, what in the world has gotten into you?!” he roared, while the rest of the team subtly scooted out of that splash zone. “It’s almost like you don’t want to do your job!”

Shakes frowned. “Yeah, dude, we were literally yelling in your ear out there.”

All El Matador could hear was muffled ‘bla bla bla’s. He muttered something under his breath, wiping the sweat from his brow.

The match ended in a draw. Not good enough. At this point, everyone just chalked it up being the Vegas air. Or maybe, for El Matador, it was the fact he wasn’t ready to confront the real problem at hand.

When their flight got postponed until the next night, the team took it as a sign to blow off some steam. Well, the whole team but one person. He had his own plans and it was going to take a whole lot of determination. And depending on how this night ends, a condom too probably.

The club was packed. Music thumped through the walls and sent vibrations down El Matador’s spine. Absolutely none of it registered. His only focus was finding Ninja and with a small whiff, he picked up that distinct cologne and knew exactly where to go.

There he was.

Standing in the VIP section, looking perfectly unbothered, a drink in hand and his face buried in someone’s neck. That woman. Laughing like he didn’t have a single care in the world.

Fuck this guy.

El Matador’s stomach twisted with something pure and agonising. His pulse spiked, and before he even processed the sight, his body was already moving— pushing through the crowd like some possessive animal on its way to reclaim territory.

“So, this is what you’ve been so busy with, huh?”

Ninja turned to the voice, his gaze unreadable, swirling his drink lazily before taking a slow sip. “El Matador.” He exhaled. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Looking for a rematch?”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself.” El Matador huffed, arms crossed. His eyes landed on the woman wrapped around Ninja. “I just had to see… this for myself.” Squinting, his face screamed ‘Back. Off.’

The woman glanced at him, let out a knowing chuckle in Ninja’s way, and gracefully excused herself from the scene. And now, it was just them.

Ninja smirked. “See what?”

El Matador exhaled sharply through his nose. “This. H– Whatever this is.” Whether the Spaniard realised it or not, he looked absolutely unhinged right now. If jealousy grew a pair of legs and paid Ninja a visit, it would be El Matador.

“Jealous?”

Oh, the absolute nerve of this bastard.

“Pfft. Puh-lease.” El Matador scoffed. “I’m just looking out for your brand. You should know better than to get caught up in some scandal with a–”

“A what?” Ninja shot back, almost immediately. As if they had rehearsed this conversation a million times before.

Silence.

El Matador’s throat went dry.

Ninja took another sip. Painfully slow. His head tilted, eyes practically burning into El Matador. “Thought so.”

El Matador’s hands clenched into fists, then relaxed, and then clenched again. His entire body felt like it was running hot with frustration and something else he didn’t want to admit right then and there. It’s not like they hadn’t sloppily made out a hundred times before or the fact they’ve been messing around for the past few months. And now, out of nowhere, a girlfriend? Yeah, El Matador had enough. He turned sharply on his heel, ready to shove past the crowd again until– Ninja caught him by the wrist.

The music kept pounding, but all he could hear was the absolute deafening sound of his own heartbeat. Embarrassing.

Ninja’s finger slid down, tracing the inside of his palm before tightening around his hand. “El Matador…” His voice was low and rough.

El Matador didn’t turn around. But he didn’t bother pulling away either.

Ninja took a step forward, closing the space between them until the heat of his body seeped deep into El Matador’s skin. His breath, warm and teasing against the back of El Matador’s neck. “If you came looking for answers…” he murmured, voice laced with something dark. His fingers skimmed up El Matador’s forearm– barely a touch, yet enough to send a ripple through him.

“Maybe,” Ninja’s lips brushing just shy of El Matador’s jaw, “you should try asking the right questions.”

Every inch of El Matador’s body tensed. “Ninja…” The name slipped past his lips like a moan.

Ninja’s grip didn’t loosen. His thumb traced over the back of El Matador’s knuckles, pressing just enough to make his breath hitch.

El Matador turned then, the space between them non-existent. Subconsciously, his palm found Ninja’s chest, a touch more felt than meant, yet he didn’t push away. Instead, he tilted up to look at Ninja. His gaze hooded, lips parted ever so slightly– an unspoken challenge between them, daring Ninja to cross the line.

Bricked up would be an understatement! They were teetering on the edge of something reckless, welcoming all of Vegas to be their witness. If The Super Scoop was struggling to pay rent, this scene would’ve paid everything off for the rest of their lives.

Maybe “hate” was just another word for wanting something to the point of regret. And if that was true, then El Matador hated the way his body betrayed him, gripping onto that man like his life depended on it. He especially hated how Ninja knew exactly where this ride was headed.

And it was about to take them all night.

The next thing El Matador knew, he could hear Klaus screaming from the room next door.. Right, he was back at the hotel. His head throbbed, his body ached like crazy, and for a moment, he considered the possibility that he had been hit by a truck. But no, just whatever last night was. He exhaled, somewhat grateful he had the room to himself. After everything that went down, he had no idea how he would explain to his poor roommate why his shirt was missing. Or why he was limping.

Back to the screaming. El Matador groaned, burying his face deeper into the thick hotel pillow. His entire body ached. He was naked and cold. And his phone? Buzzing nonstop.

None of that was a good sign.

All of a sudden, the screaming got closer and closer until it was outside of his room.

“KLAUS, DO NOT–”

Too late. The door slammed open against the wall. How? El Matador was too tired to even question how his teammate pulled that off. Seems like privacy was old news because the rest of the team flooded in right behind him, trailing into his room like a swarm of ants.

“EL MATADOR YOU NEED TO SEE THIS!” Klaus wheezed, waving his phone like a fan who had just been noticed on social media. “Remember the woman Ninja was with? Everyone thinks she looks just like you!”

El Matador shot up so fast his head spun. No. No, no, no… Please God no.

Cool Joe leaned against the doorway, casually sipping his coffee. “Oh, you’re gonna love this one, El Matador.”

Klaus flopped onto the edge of El Matador’s bed and shoved the phone into his face. The harsh blue light shot his sleep-deprived eyes, making him wince. He blinked rapidly trying to clear out the fog. As the words and images settled, his heart dropped. 

“BREAKING: MYSTERY WOMAN SPOTTED AGAIN! NEW PHOTOS OF HER LEAVING NINJA’S HOTEL ROOM!”

El Matador stared and stared. And he stared some more. Holy shit, that was absolutely not the same woman. That was him.

Long dark hair, the same exact silhouette, and that way-too-recognisable stance? He knew his teammates might be a bit dense at times but if they really sat down for a second and connected the dots, he would never hear the end of it. 

The replies underneath didn’t help his case either: “are we being fr right now? ninja is literally just dating a female el matador clone”

And another: “ninja beefs with el matador and is suddenly dating his carbon copy? oh we are so back!”

North whistled sarcastically. “Damn, bro. You got a doppelgänger AND a scandal? That’s rough.”

Cool Joe winked. “Yeah… real rough.”

They laughed hysterically, fist-bumping. Of course, because if anyone caught on, it just had to be these two. And they were milking this for all it was worth. If that wasn’t enough torment already, his phone buzzed again. A message from the man of the hour. Or, well, the man of many many hours.

“I’ll see you next time, cariño.”

[koiiori]

Mukhoda :D

[anielskaaniela]

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