#Football Posts

[jennynext]

listen i KNOW this website does not care about the nfl but i have been watching the draft and draft analysis for two days straight and i'm losing my mind. i would feel a little bad for shedeur sanders but it's actually too funny. literally WHAT did he say in interviews to make everyone hate him!! or is it just that he was an overhyped prospect and nobody wants to deal with his dad

[premierplaysolutions]

What Are the Most Advantageous Outdoor Activity Equipment?

By playing at home or in a closed space, children are deprived of many things like they also need open air. When they are involved in outdoor activities, they get a chance to learn things like playing together, cooperation, coordination, leadership, etc. Now there are sports equipment available in the market that not only make children physically fit but also enhance aspects like their cognitive skills, imagination power, sociability, and sense of accomplishment. So, we are writing this blog to tell you about Outdoor Activity Equipment that is installed in open spaces like playgrounds.

[ghostinacardboardbox]

Happy Everyone Stopped Aging Day!! Only one more year until we become immortal and invent football but weirder

[cottagecore-glitterwhore]

I need everyone to understand the gravity of Kendrick Lamar has just done with his performance as the biggest rapper in the West, if not the world, right now - if you haven’t seen it pull it up holy fuck, I’ll let better spoken people lay it out better but my respect for him has gone up even more, I got shivers down my spine when he said “Right time, wrong guy”

[bidoofenergy]

an alive thing next to a different sort of alive thing

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[gpcwsl]

Could you do a Leah Williamson one where reader is a chef and has restaurant establishments worldwide and just located one in England a couple months ago and the England girls are a having a camp in London and since everyone is all together for camp they want to celebrate with a fancy dinner and they start discussing restaurants and readers restaurant is put out there, but some of the girls disagree because they tried to eat there but it was always booked up, so when Leah gets home she talks to reader and gets them a table, so Leah texts the team gc and say dress fancy tomorrow night and the location of the restaurant and the gc starts blowing, but she ignores it, and when they all go to the restaurant and ask questions and Leah’s like she has connections, but come to find out that Leah is dating reader then reader sits down beside Leah and the team gets to know her a little and when they go to pay reader says it’s already taken care of.

Warnings: a kiss?

Leah Williamson x Chef!Reader

- Dress fancy -

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Leah Williamson kicked her boots off at the door, the satisfying thud against the floor signaling the end of another long day. Training had been intense, but it wasn’t the drills or tactics replaying in her mind—it was the chaotic group chat blowing up her phone during the drive home.

She pulled her phone from her pocket and glanced at the screen, scrolling through dozens of messages.

Tooney: “We should go to that new restaurant tomorrow.”

Brightness: “What’s it called? The fancy one that’s always booked?”

Backheel: “You mean Palace Place? Impossible. I’ve been trying to get a table since it opened.”

Brightness: “Same. That place is like gold dust.”

Tooney: “We need something special, though. We’re all together. Ideas?”

Leah smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter as she typed her response:

Captain: “Sorted. 7 PM tomorrow. Dress fancy.”

The chat exploded.

Tooney: “LEAH.”

Backheel: “How?!”

Brightness: “You didn’t even say where!”

Walshy: “She probably means Nando’s.”

Tooney: “I swear, if this is a joke…”

Leah tossed her phone on the counter, ignoring the continued barrage of messages, and walked into the living room. The soft hum of classical music filtered through the space, and the faint aroma of roasted garlic and herbs greeted her.

“Smells amazing,” she called, rounding the corner into the kitchen.

You stood by the stove, dressed casually in an apron, hair tied back, moving with the kind of effortless grace Leah never tired of watching. You glanced over your shoulder, a smile already forming.

“Hey, you. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Leah walked up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder. “I don’t know how you do it. Training kills me, and you’re here cooking like it’s nothing.”

“Years of practice,” you teased, leaning back into her embrace. “How was camp?”

Leah hesitated, her lips brushing lightly against your temple. “Good. The girls want to go out tomorrow night. Celebrate being all together.”

You turned in her arms, raising an eyebrow. “And let me guess, they want to go somewhere fancy?”

She grinned. “They were debating places, and your restaurant came up.”

“Did it now?” you asked, amusement coloring your tone. “And what did you say?”

“I didn’t.” Leah shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Didn’t want to out myself as having an in with the chef-owner who happens to be my girlfriend.”

You laughed softly, running a hand down her arm. “So you’re here to use your connections?”

“Obviously,” Leah said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “Any chance you can fit us in tomorrow?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “For you? Always. How many?”

“About 20.”

You blinked. “20?”

Leah winced. “Yeah… full squad.”

“Good thing I like you,” you teased, reaching for your phone to call the restaurant.

Leah sent the address to the group chat in the morning, and as expected, chaos ensued.

Tooney: “No way. THE Palace place?!”

Backheel: “Leah, I’m actually screaming.”

Daily mail: “I tried booking for my mum’s birthday and couldn’t. HOW?”

Brightness: “She must know someone.”

Tooney: “Leah Williamson: captain, legend, and apparently a magician.”

Leah ignored it all, casually walking into the training facility as if her phone wasn’t buzzing nonstop in her pocket.

The team arrived promptly at 7 PM, dressed to impress. The restaurant was stunning, its interior sleek yet inviting, with warm lighting that made everything glow. They were escorted to a private dining room where a long table awaited, set with pristine white linens, sparkling glassware, and fresh flowers.

“This is insane,” Ella muttered, taking in the surroundings.

“How did you pull this off?” Millie asked Leah, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

Leah smirked, leaning back in her chair. “I told you. Connections.”

The team was halfway through the meal—an exquisite multi-course experience—when the door to the dining room opened. You walked in, your chef’s jacket pristine, a warm smile on your face.

“Good evening, ladies,” you greeted.

The table fell silent, all eyes turning to you. Leah tried to suppress a grin as you approached.

“Everything to your liking so far?” you asked, your gaze briefly meeting Leah’s.

“The food’s incredible,” Keira said. “Are you the chef?”

You nodded. “And the owner.”

Murmurs of amazement rippled through the group.

Leah cleared her throat, sitting up straighter. “Everyone, this is Y/n.”

“Wait…” Rachel’s eyes darted between you and Leah. “This is your connection?”

Leah shrugged, feigning innocence. “What can I say? I know people.”

“Hold on.” Ella leaned forward, pointing at Leah. “You’re dating the chef?!”

Leah’s smirk widened. “Didn’t think it was relevant.”

The table erupted in laughter, teasing, and a flurry of questions directed at you.

When the bill arrived, one of the players reached for it, but the waiter quickly informed them it had already been settled.

“It’s on me,” you said with a smile, standing beside Leah. “You’re all family to Leah, which makes you family to me.”

The team groaned, joking about being spoiled, but their gratitude was evident.

As everyone filtered out of the restaurant, Leah lingered by the door with you, her hand slipping into yours.

“Thanks for tonight,” she said softly, her voice full of warmth.

You leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “Anything for you.”

The team’s laughter echoed down the street, and Leah pulled you closer, her heart full as she watched her two worlds collide perfectly.

[rima-88]

urgent / 🆘

"I need your hearts above all else..."

You may not know me, and perhaps we will never meet, but today I am writing to you because I need your support, your humanity,my story is not easy for me to tell, but it is true, and it is filled with hope that has not yet been extinguished,i ask that you just give my story a minute of your time.

"In a single moment, everything collapsed..."This is not a fairy tale, but the painful reality of a displaced woman.

Rima lost everything she owned. She lost her home, which housed her dreams; her father, brother, and son, who were snatched away by death in a cruel moment; and her husband, who struggles with pain after a serious injury. All that remains for her is her patience. Her livelihood has been cut off and she has lost her source of income, yet she continues to resist with silence and dignity.

Help us make her voice heard, perhaps a compassionate hand will reach her, ease her pain and restore some hope.

1. Every time we try to get back on our feet, the war befalls us with another tragedy. My husband, for whose treatment I was collecting donations outside Gaza, was seriously injured for the second time. My eldest son is a prisoner, my youngest is a martyr, and my little girl passed away before she saw the light of day... All I have left is God, and perhaps your hearts.

2. My tent burned down, just as my heart burned for those I lost. My children and I are now homeless, without medicine, and without hope... Help me protect what's left of my family.

3. All our wounds bleed; we have no home or homeland, but we hope for a compassionate heart to reach out to us. My family needs you today... Don't leave us alone.

4. In one moment, I lost two girls: one was martyred in my womb, and the other's dreams were burned under the rubble of the tent... Please, life is too harsh for us.

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If you can't donate even a small amount, reposting could make a difference in my life.

Help me make my voice heard.

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[turn3tifosi]

operation cookie heist

pedri x gf!reader, pau cubarsi x platonic!reader, lamine yamal x platonic!reader, héctor fort x platonic!reader

your son brings home friends

Pedri should have known something was up when he overheard Pau whispering to Héctor Fort like a kid plotting a heist.

“No, seriously,” Pau insisted, voice low but not low enough. “Her cookies are nutritionist-approved. Do you know how rare that is? And she gives them to me. For free.”

Héctor’s eyes widened. “You’re telling me there’s a secret loophole to Barça’s diet plan?”

Pedri’s blood ran cold.

Your phone rings just as you’re settling into the couch.

“Mi vida,” Pedri’s voice is suspiciously sweet. “We haven’t gone on a date in a while, have we?”

You squint. “Pedri, we literally had dinner together last night.”

“Exactly. Too long.” He’s already talking faster. “I’m picking you up in twenty. Wear something cute.”

You don’t even get to question him before he hangs up.

Pau’s call comes exactly seven minutes later.

“Hey,” he says, voice already preemptively pouting. “So, hypothetically… if I, Héctor, and maybe Lamine showed up at your place tonight… would you maybe, possibly… make us those cookies?”

You bite back a laugh. “Sorry, Pau. I have plans.”

A dramatic gasp. “With who?!”

“Your ‘dad.’”

The silence is devastating.

Pedri, the smug little devil, grinned the entire drive over.

The date is nice. Pedri is smug the entire time, grinning like he just won the Champions League by simply existing in your presence.

You get home, still laughing at how ridiculous he’s being—until you open the door.

Pau, Héctor, and Lamine are sitting on your couch like three overgrown puppies who just got caught chewing the furniture.

“Surprise!” Pau says, grinning way too wide.

Lamine holds up a grocery bag. “We brought ingredients!”

Héctor adds, “And we won’t even make you cook! Just… supervise?”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing as Pedri muttered under his breath, "I could murder three teammates. Just three. That’s not too many, right?"

It takes approximately four minutes for you to ban all three of them from the kitchen.

Pau somehow got flour in his hair. Héctor cracked an egg… directly onto the counter. Lamine almost put salt instead of sugar into the mix before you snatched the measuring cup from him.

You rolled your sleeves up. "Alright, since you three clearly can’t be trusted, I’m making the batter. You can watch like good little footballers."

Pau groaned. "This is unfair."

Héctor sighed. "We’ve been benched."

Lamine, ever the optimist, perked up. "But we still get cookies, right?"

Pedri, now in an excellent mood, threw an arm around you as you mixed the batter. "Yeah, but I get the first one."

Pau narrowed his eyes. "That’s favoritism."

Pedri grinned. "Damn right it is."

Pau glares. “You’re a terrible father.”

“And you’re a terrible son.”

Lamine sighs. “Can we at least lick the spoon?”

You point the spatula at him. “If any of you move before I say so, no cookies.”

Three professional footballers immediately freeze like statues.

By the time the cookies are done, the three of them have migrated to the floor in front of the oven, staring through the glass like it’s the most fascinating thing they’ve ever seen.

“They’re rising,” Lamine whispers, awed.

“That’s what cookies do, genius,” Pedri says, but even he can’t hide his smile when you pull the tray out and three pairs of eyes follow it from the oven to the counter, hypnotised.

The second the cookies were cool enough, all three of them lunged—only for you to hold the plate just out of reach. “What do we say?”

“Please,” they chorused, slightly surprised by their own politeness.

You sighed, handing them over. “I can’t believe I’m babysitting Barça’s future.”

Pedri, wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And yet, you’re so good at it.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling.

Yeah. You’re definitely stuck with them.

[toyastales]

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[ratfest]

Akutami Gege Devouring His Son

[neodymiumcuilz]

HELP A FAMILY IN GAZA!!

"I am a mother of 4 children, Jamil, Ahmed, Karim and Rital, all of whom are school students. We have been living in tragic circumstances for more than 10 months. I lost my job as a teacher because of the war. I owned two houses, which were partially destroyed and then burned. I lost a lot of my furniture. Because of the destruction, we were displaced to the Mawasi area of ​​Khan Yunis. Now, I, my four children and my husband live in a tent and suffer from severe shelling, lack of food, water, health care and all the necessities of life. During this war, my children fell ill with hepatitis. We find treatment only with difficulty.

Insects have multiplied in the tents, epidemics and diseases have spread, and we suffer from difficulty in obtaining the necessities of life, extreme heat in the summer and cold in the winter. In addition, the tents have become worn out and water has entered the tents, damaging everything in them, and the water has reached our clothes, in addition to the shortage of cleaning materials and their high prices. This war has cost us a lot of what we own: housing, money, friends, and health. Now all I want from you is to help me and my children rebuild our future and start a new life."

Hello everyone, please listen to the message from @haninfamily9 who has reached out to me asking for help, in rebuilding their lives and securing a stable future for children in need, along with surviving the harsh conditions and providing basic needs, basic needs like food, water, good shelter and health care, clothes. They are human and deserving of being warm, comfortable, dry, and not displaced or in constant fear. Please have a heart and donate if you can. What you may spend on a coffee or something unnecessary can really get this campaign off the ground. Thank you.

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[gpcwsl]

Alexia and r have a 10 year age gap and alexia’s always acting really sweet and boyfriend to r in private but refuses to acknowledge there’s something between them and being cold in public then being apologetic but happy ending please!

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Invisible in the light - adored in the dark

WC: 969

MasterList

Warnings: age gap, ignored? Kiss?

Song: you were good to me - Jeremy Zucker & Chelsea Cutler

The first time it happened, you brushed it off.

Maybe Alexia didn’t hear you when you called her name. Maybe the restaurant was too loud, or maybe she was too focused on whatever conversation she was having with her teammates.

But then it happened again.

And again.

And again.

In private, Alexia was everything you could ever want in a girlfriend. She held you so close at night that it felt like she was afraid you would slip through her fingers.

She pressed lazy kisses to your forehead in the mornings, whispered sweet nothings in Spanish that you couldn’t yet understand but still loved the sound of.

She traced shapes onto your bare skin, her fingers moving over your back like an artist painting on a canvas.

But in public?

It was as if you didn’t exist.

Alexia wouldn’t look at you. Wouldn’t talk to you. Wouldn’t even acknowledge your presence. She was ice-cold, a stark contrast to the warmth she showed you behind closed doors.

You thought you could handle it. You thought it wouldn’t bother you.

You were wrong.

You’re at a team dinner when it happens again.

Alexia sits at the other end of the table, deep in conversation with Mapi and Patri, laughing at some inside joke you aren’t privy to. You, on the other hand, are stuck in an awkward silence between two of the younger players, stirring the ice in your drink with your straw, pretending that it doesn’t hurt.

But it does.

It’s not just that she’s ignoring you. It’s the way she goes out of her way to do it. The way her gaze dances around you, how she shifts her body away when you try to move closer, how she only speaks in clipped, professional tones if she absolutely has to respond.

Like you’re nothing more than a stranger.

Like you’re not the same person she held in her arms just last night, whispering soft te quieros into your hair.

The thought makes your stomach twist.

You try to hold it in, to swallow it down. But when the team finally gets up to leave, Alexia walking right past you like you’re invisible, something inside you snaps.

The apartment door barely clicks shut before you say it.

“Why do you do that?”

Alexia turns to you, mid-way through pulling off her jacket. “¿Qué?”

“You know what.” Your voice wavers, but you keep going. “Why do you act like I don’t exist in public?”

Alexia freezes. Her brows knit together, confusion flickering in her hazel eyes. “Y/n, I don’t—”

“You do,” you cut her off, stepping forward. “You do, Alexia. You ignore me. You won’t even look at me.” Your voice cracks on the last part, frustration mixing with something more vulnerable.

Alexia exhales sharply, running a hand through her hair. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it?”

There’s a long pause. She looks at you, really looks at you for the first time all night, and her expression softens.

“I—” She hesitates. “I’m scared.”

Your brows furrow. “Scared of what?”

She glances away, lips pressing together. “Scared of what people will think. Scared of how they’ll see me.”

It clicks then. The age gap. The inevitable judgment.

But that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“So what?” Your voice is quieter now, but no less firm. “You’d rather pretend I don’t exist than risk people knowing we’re together?”

Alexia’s eyes snap back to yours, and there’s something raw in them. Guilt. Regret.

“Y/n…” She steps closer, reaching for you, but you don’t move.

“You can’t have it both ways,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “You can’t treat me like I’m the most important person in the world when we’re alone and then act like I’m nothing as soon as other people are around.”

The silence stretches between you, thick and heavy.

Then Alexia sighs, shoulders dropping. “You’re right.”

You blink. “I am?”

“Yes.” She takes another step forward, closing the space between you. This time, you let her. Her hands find yours, fingers curling around your wrists. “I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you.”

You swallow. “You were.”

She nods, gaze full of remorse. “Lo siento, mi amor.”

You sigh. “In English, Alexia.”

A small smile tugs at her lips despite the tension in the air. “I’m sorry, my love.”

You hold her gaze for a long moment, searching for any trace of insincerity. You find none.

Then she’s pulling you into her arms, wrapping herself around you like she’s trying to shield you from the world. “I’ll do better,” she murmurs into your hair. “I promise.”

You exhale against her shoulder, the weight on your chest easing just a little. “Okay.”

She pulls back just enough to cup your face, her thumb tracing gentle circles against your cheek. “I love you, Y/n.”

Your heart stumbles over itself. She’s said it before, but never like this—never so openly, so unguarded.

“I love you too,” you breathe.

And then she kisses you.

It’s slow, tender, full of unspoken apologies and silent vows. She kisses you like she’s making up for every second she’s ignored you, like she’s trying to prove with her lips what she failed to show in public.

And you let her.

When she finally pulls away, she rests her forehead against yours. “Cuddle with me?” she murmurs.

You can’t help but smile. “Only if you actually acknowledge me tomorrow.”

Alexia chuckles softly. “Deal.”

You curl up together on the couch, her arms around you, her heartbeat steady beneath your ear. And for the first time in a long time, you feel seen.

Because in the end, love isn’t about the whispers in the dark.

It’s about the way someone chooses to hold your hand in the light.

[commanderpelia]

is snw kirk never not on the enterprise? isn’t he the first officer of the farragut now? like get back to work

[rima-88]

◾For 80 days, Israel has closed the border crossings and prevented the entry of humanitarian aid into Gaza as a collective punishment. The failure to allow flour, cooking gas, and basic supplies into the Gaza Strip has caused famine and the death of children due to malnutrition.

◾Despite the many sad images you've seen of us in Gaza, this may be the first time you've seen this side of the tragedy. These are sacks filled with old, worn-out shoes for sale—not for us to wear, of course, but for us to burn and cook our food in!Each 5 kilos sells for 10 shekels (about $3).Imagine cooking your food on the fire of shoes.

Please share my story and spread it and if you are able, donate wherever you are.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart❤️‍🩹💘❤️‍🩹

[semifinaldraw]

man to man marking