#Vignola

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

The Simple and Quick Method of Recognizing the Nationality of Women by the Geometric Method... LOL

Le Rire, 1901

Illustration Par Vignola

Why? Ahahahah!

[marclamhofer]

3 from Vignola

[thewasteland2]

Aglientu (Sardinia). New trips to Sardinia. Dawn in Vignola mare (Chischinaggju or Saragosa beach). Chiscinagghju beach (also called Saragosa) is located in Vignola mare, belonging to the Municipality of Aglientu. The sand is light golden, very fine, warm and compact, with some red rocks that emerge from the ground. The water is transparent with colors that vary between blue and green. The pine forest hosts the campsite where we camped. The municipality of Aglientu, about 7 km away from the beach, has a long coastline measuring 22 km. The village was formed between the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. The village of Vignola mare is older than the capital municipality, originally it housed fishermen, then it was converted to tourism. In the photos, two images of the same sunrise, which changes completely after half an hour. #changes #photos #transparent #beach #sand #host #walls #images #aglientu #sardinia #gallura #vignola #dawn #saragosa #away #coastline #village #sunrise #travel #traveling #visiting #instatravel #travelling #tourism #instatraveling #travelgram #travelingram #massimopistis #sovVERSIvi #estremisti Information for the purchase of my new book "Extremists!": The book at a cost of 12.00 euros (120 pages), can be ordered in the bookstore (ISBN 978-88-591-5719-9 - Editore Aletti) or requested to the e-mail accademiadiesarda@tiscali.it with additional postage (currently 1.28 euros - fold of books). https://www.instagram.com/p/CnSidluuZVp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fuckthevar]

la prima maglia non è male, la terza dobbiamo ancora vederla ma sembra che la buona idea iniziale sia già stata rovinata, la seconda fa cagare: io ho sempre prediletto il bianconero d’ordinanza ma si sappia che c'è stata un’epoca in cui le seconde maglie della #Juve erano belle

[alessandrocorbelli]

▶️ Guarda questo reel di Buon 2024 https://www.facebook.com/share/r/wyLBfR6n6H4dJ1AG/?sfnsn=scwspmo&s=F5x8gs&fs=e

[marypickfords]

When Knighthood Was in Flower (Robert G. Vignola, 1922)

[heat-pics]

Erica Vignola

[illustratus]

Bonaparte and the Sphinx by Amédée Vignola

[leveloneandup]

Angel City FC vs. Chicago Red Stars - September 1, 2024

📸: Miranda Zorrilla

[wosoluver]

Ornella x reader where reader got selected for the national team rather then the u20s so her and ornella don't get to spend time together and reader rings in the middle of the bight crying to ornella about the whole vilda stuff and ornella comforts her and then when they see each other again reader breaks down and they cuddle or something like that?

I want to come home

Ornella Vignola x Spanish player!Reader

tw: emotional abuse.

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We had won and lost together. We were world champions for the U20 together. It was only natural to believe we would step up to the Absoluta together.

But you didn't.

Ornella was so supportive and so happy for you, but you couldn't help but feel like you were somehow betraying the dream you too shared together.

It sucked being separated. Her in the U20 and you on the absoluta.

As the days came closer to travel to camp, you naturally became more and more excited. It was every footballer's dream to represent their country. It was an honor selected for only a few. You couldn't wait to be there, to play. These would be your golden years!

Arriving wednesday morning on camp, you we're so glad to see Paralluelo. She like you had moved up, and was really the only one you knew personally. But unlike you she was already very connected to most players. Coming from Barça did help. But she knew how you must have been feeling, she was quick to choose you as her roommate. And honestly you were so glad.

During first training you felt so confident, so lucky to be there.

Until you didn't.

And that was about four days into camp. You were trying your best to hold on your own. You didn't want to be the younger player complaining about her chance. You didn't want to seem like you weren't professional. Like you couldn't stand your ground. Like you were too weak mentally to be among those players.

Even to Salma, who you'd usually were very chatty with. You choose to hide it. And pretend it wasn't there. Like it was nothing.

But it was something. Something very concerning to say the least.

When you called her crying in the middle of the night, Ornella panicked. Not because of the time on the clock, you guys always called eachother whenever. She panicked seeing the state you were in.

Eyes puffy, crying without barely being able to breathe.

You wanted to tell her about everything. About how you were being babied by Vilda and his whole committee. At the same time you were forced to withstand their harsh treatment as if you were made of rock. As if you didn't have emotions to keep in check. As if your mental health didn't matter as long as your body was delivering results.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Did you get hurt during training today?" - Poor girl, everyone had heard of Vilda's reputation, even though nobody thought it could be that bad. So that didn't come to mind to her. She thought the worse that could've happened was you getting hurt and being cut.

You shook your head no, but couldn't further explain. I took time for you to calm down. But your girlfriend waited patiently.

"It's much different from what I imagined here." - By know the tears were flowing freely. -" I've never been pushed so hard to my extreme"

"What's going on? Talk to me, please."

"I'm so tired, I want to come home." - "I don't want to be waked up in the middle of the night for random check ins." - "I don't want to be timed on how much time I take to eat every meal. I don't want to feel like I'm worthless to the team if I'm not scoring." - you paused for a bit, to try and form sentences that made sense. So you could explain. - "As soon as I arrived the whole staff started to treat me like a kid. Like when your mother goes to an appointment and shows up with an inconvenient child. They treated me like their biggest inconvenience. And that turned into mockery. And I tried to be strong, I I- I didn't want to complain, and be the crybaby once again. I wanted to show Vilda I deserve to be here. That I'm not the "little girl from team B"- God I fucking hate being called that!"

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry, I don't know what to do. I feel so helpless. I had no idea it has this kind of abusive. How is this even aloud? This isn't aloud right? It's not aloud! You need to make a complaint about him! You need to come foward an-" - her face red from anger, from frustration when you cut her off.

"I can't. I doesn't work that way here. I've heard even Alexia and Paredes have tried to stand up to him. But apparently he has a green light to do whatever it takes to make sure the team delivers."

"But this isn't normal, this is borderline abuse! It sounds more like your going through torture not training!"

"But I have to stay, I have to be here! This is my chance amor! This is what we've wanted for the longest time! I'm lucky to be here, Vilda keeps threatening he could easily replace us. But that's the thing, he can! I can't loose this chance!"

"That's not healthy Y/N! Do you even hear yourself!? Your being mistreated and think you should be grateful for it! It's okay to admit that your not okay, your not weak, you're just human!"

"It doesn't matter. Tomorrow night we have the match. I know they'll most likely keep me on the bench anyway."

"Although this isn't right and you shouldn't be going through this situation, hold on okay!? You just have to make through two more days and you'll be home. You'll be with me. Where you're safe."

"I love you mi amor. I wish I could say "I wish you were here" but I wouldn't wish this for anyone." - You sounded so broken. Nothing like the girl who arrived in camp almost a week ago. That girl was excited and scared of the new. And now she was disappointed and scared of the reality.

"I love you, and I'm so distraught there's nothing we can do about it." - She looked defeated. Worse than you'd ever seen. And you felt bad once again, for dragging her into this mess. For worrying her so much.

"I'm going to try to get some sleep." - You we're beyond tired at this point. Wishing you could fall asleep and wake-up home. In your girlfriend's embrace.

"Okay. Anything, I mean anything, let me know alright?"

"I will. I promise."

And you were right. The next day all you could do was sit and watch. Secretly thankful. You were drained. And not just you. All the girls seemed on edge. All you could do was wonder how they do it. How do they keep going. You had only been there a week. They've been enduring this for much, much longer. Yet they win and win, again and again. While staying strong (at least on the outside), and holding each other up.

On the way home you reflected a lot. This was so different from how you imagined. And made you realize how much you still had yet to mature. You were almost throwing the towel, while those amazing women kept fighting like that was a simple 9-5 job.

In a way being by their side and feeling the love for what they do, help you put things into perspective in a way that your career hadn't yet been able to do.

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Arriving home I let out the biggest sigh. Feeling the anxiety of being always on alert washout. And then I ran up to her. And all I could do was cry. And let out all the pain, all the exhaustion come out of me.

"You're okay Y/N! I'm here.

You're home now.

You're home." - you didn't even answer her, and you didn't have to. She knew you. And she could tell how heavy this all was. - "I know this is your dream-"

"Our dream."

"But this can't come at any cost. This is not right! Your love for football is what got you there! It's not fair! I doesn't make sense to be there, if it makes you hate it. If makes you contemplate leaving it!"

"How did you know I contemplated leaving it? I didn't dare to say it out loud."

"I saw it in your eyes." - she said that last sentence sadly.

And you two held each other for what it felt like an eternity. You were safe.

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Sorry this took a little long. Also couldn't stop writing, hope it's some good!

[tcifob]

M.A. Vignola #16, Christen Press #23 and Lily Nabet #28 of Angel City FC pass a ball as they warm up before the game against the Chicago Red Stars at BMO Stadium on September 1, 2024 in Los Angeles, California. (Footage by Harry How/Getty Images)

[didalexiabreakupwitholgayet]

hi i saw a tweet today with andrea medina and gio querioz captioned “they say there is one step from hate to friendship” i was wondering if you could explain the context of the tweet and supposed “hate”

uff, okay. so years ago, gio and current granada cf femenino player, ornella vignola, used to date. you can find old clips of them online. they were pretty open about their relationship.

anyway, they end up breaking up. i will not speculate as to the reasons, but it was not an amicable break-up.

andrea medina and ornella were bffs and super close at the time.

andrea did not take to kindly to whatever happened between ornella and gio, and gio and medina got into it on the pitch, kept fouling each other, and gio ended up with a red card.

but now both gio and medina play for atletí and time heals all wounds, so there you go!

[mostlybrunettes]

[fuckthevar]

quando Zico giunse in Italia generò una curiosità pazzesca e mio padre, che non poteva mancare la sua prima al Comunale, mi portò con sé: ovviamente il brasiliano ci segnò un gol, solo che non fece i conti con un certo Beniamino #Vignola che, invece, ne fece due #JuveUdinese

[alessandrocorbelli]

Duplice omicidio nel modenese: uomo uccide madre e fratello, arrestato

Duplice omicidio nel modenese video/audio YouTube (Digital News 24) Lun, 2/10/23 Duplice omicidio nel Modenese: un uomo ha ucciso la madre e il fratello a Vignola durante una lite. È accaduto la serata di domenica. A scoprire i due cadaveri all’interno di un’abitazione in via Torino sono stati i carabinieri accorsi sul posto dopo che i vicini di casa avevano dato l’allarme, intorno alle 21.30…

[marypickfords]

Marion Davies in When Knighthood Was in Flower (Robert G. Vignola, 1922)