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                                EXSTRIKER :  A STUDY IN STARTING OVER AND LEARNING TO LOVE YOURSELF

                    indie ted lasso centric original character loved by mouse

[exstriker]

well, i don't want people to think i'm being a prick if i say it.

[exstriker]

                                EXSTRIKER :  A STUDY IN STARTING OVER AND LEARNING TO LOVE YOURSELF

                    indie ted lasso centric original character loved by mouse

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             there’s papers literally everywhere , and to someone that didn’t know what was going on , it might have looked like the place was shut down to construction. But the bakery was still very much opening , but Liza had been at this for basically the whole night , ( because she couldn’t sleep , she decided it was a good idea to redo her whole recipe book. ) There was a million different pieces of paper on the tables on the counter , it looked frantic. She’s collecting the pages on the floor that were thrown down to the frustration she faced due to lack of sleep , and when she hears the bell to the entrance indicating someone walked in , she raised up way too fast and hits her head on the counter , momentarily letting out a groan , keeping herself on the ground to soothe the knock on her head with her hand. 

    “   I-I’ll be right there!  “ she calls out keeping herself ducked down behind the counter. 

@jmaas13​

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He didn't know her , but she knew him. Or rather , as much as any Greyhound fan could. Anything that the camera showed , she admired his skills -- being a former striker herself. She's admittedly a little star struck , but apparently she had been caught looking at him , and it made her face get a bit redder. Liza was just getting back into society , a new found version of herself that existed past her forced resignation & recovery. Hands don't know what to do with themselves , and she stands there , awkwardly ,

" N-No I um. .. " she begins , " I'm just a fan I guess , a-and no I live in the Green , I have a little bakery there too , I mean I guess I just -- " she's tripping over her words . . . . A deep breath is taken . " I just ... used to be a striker so I just want to say I really admire the way you play. "

"Do I know you from somewhere...?" Jamie's brow furrowed as he looked at the woman. "You from Manchester...?" // @exstriker [ sc! ]

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           “ I-I’m sorry I uhh. . . . I didn’t mean to --  “ it’s a ramble of words that erupt from her throat and like they can’t escape fast enough , getting caught and tangled together when they try to leave her mouth . She’s still trying to get the hang of getting herself back into society , to socialize with people was so much easier back then , but now , it was the worst thing in the world , people made it look so easy. She’s extremely round shouldered , standing a smidgen taller above the other but hunching forward , her posture making her look smaller than she actually was. 

           “   you um... dropped this.   “ 

@allroundher​ ( starter call -- accepting ) 

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thinking about how like tall and lanky liza is -- so like she can never really be out of site or blend into the crowd cause she’s always almost towering over everyone. 

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          she’s out on the field , it’s not her field , but it’s one nonetheless. It’s home , and for a moment , Liza breathes in the empty air and looks at the bleachers that were once filled with people who chanted her name and would chant the names of other all star players in the future. It was an overwhelming fear that kept her from being here during the day. She couldn’t afford to slip up again , and with eyes being on her , she was sure that it would happen again. She would crumble under the pressure. But right now , as she dribbles and speeds the ball between her feet , her chest doesn’t feel so tight. That’s how she knows that maybe she would recover from this , but if she didn’t , just coming onto the field by herself and blowing off steam would work out just fine. -- 

         But , there’s always the risk of running into someone , and just as she kicks the ball into the net , illuminated by the streetlights , it’s a little tougher than she intended it to be ( perhaps it was all that stress coming out in that one kick. )  Liza makes eye contact with someone just far away enough  ( it could just be her imagining it , so she chooses not to say anything ) 

But she does tense up all the more , attempting to have her feet unfreeze so she could just walk. 

@shegunner​ ( starter call -- accepting ) ​

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     she’s been finding that there had been a lot more big ticket people visiting her small bakery more often now. She knew who this man was , of course she did. Because Liza watched the interviews and she watched the press conferences , and even though she wasn’t an active player anymore , she still kept herself very fully immersed in the world of the game. She’s hoping , praying that he doesn’t come in here. Making conversation was not her strong point anymore , now that she wasn’t that self absorbed woman she was when she was on the field , it was still a bit hard for her to actually find herself. -- But when he does round the corner to come inside , the bell that indicated a customer rings and it could be felt through her whole body.  Liza turns her attention to see if she could look like she’s busy doing . . .  something while he chose what he wanted. 

     @trcntcrimm​

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Something something starter call

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The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

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               “  I already told ya’ mom it’s not a big deal.   “ she says , literally not even aware that anyone had come into her small little bakery off the green , the bell that signifies the arrival of a customer goes unnoticed while Liza continues her seemingly uninterested transcript of words to her mother.   “  Look  ,   I’ll call ya’ later , yeah , yeah , later .   “ she says , and then she hangs up the phone , signing as hands scan the counter and she hangs her head down , out of the corner of her eye though -- 

        “   oh fuck !  “ she’s aware of the customer now ,  she’s also a little bit starstruck , making her all the more nervous ,  “   I m-mean , shit , sorry , sorry , moms’ ya’ know ?   I-I mean , what can I get ya’ ?   “ 

@drstcrture​ ( for rebecca! ) 

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            she feels off not wearing her uniform ( one that only consisted of an apron and some shirt she got when she was a teenager and she never seemed to outgrow like her other clothes. )   She’s crocheting something on a bench in the middle of the townsquare.  ( she feels like an old woman , but it really does make her happy.  ) Every single nerve stands on it’s head when Liza sees someone sitting next to her , sharing the seat , her heart threatens to beat out of her chest. -- 

“   it’s erm .  .. . . kinda shitty out today , huh?   “ she says , literally still focusing on her now shaking hands that’re entangled in yarn , she doesn’t even look up. 

@drstcrture​ ( for keeley! ) 

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             “   i don’t know , it’s kind of weird how the brain works  , huh?   “ she says , to him , but more to herself.  She was just happy that someone had stopped by ( someone familiar )    ,   “ like one day you’re all good and then another day you’re just . . .  --  “  cue her pointing her thumb downwards and sticking her tongue out. 

She’s trying to make small talk , it’s a little easier now but that didn’t mean it still wasn’t tough in a way. 

@becoach​

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     (        And your whole damn career just turns into a phase                                                And the fire in your heart is beginning to fade      ) 

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IM SO NORMAL ABOUT TED LASSO

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            oh fuck. while it was silly to compare herself to him , they were both professional , but she had ultimately lost her way. The same position , different people. She knew a lot about him while he didn’t know of her existence ( that’s just how it was when you were famous right? )  There was always a subtle tinge of jealously that she holds - - he still played while she had taken a downfall. 

           Liza does not know how to make conversation , they are two totally different planets , two different lives. 

      “   sorry .... you’re Jamie Tartt , aren’t you?   “ 

@wasaprick​