#my champions league thoughts

[joodles98]

we all trying to make sense of swsh story. no problem ☺️👍🏼

[wyvernity]

sss day my favorite national holiday WOOOOHHHH

bonus

[b4kuch1n]

the king shunned, the lion dead, the knight lost, the princess absent. but the wizard lives.

[cerealboxlore]

Good morning babes, time for angst

So y'all know that one episode of Justice League Unlimited, "Kid Stuff", right? Where Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and Green Latern (John Stewart) got turned into kids by Morgan Le Fey to defeat her son, Mordred. At the end of the episode, Batman says, "I haven't been a kid since I was eight years old."

Think about that. Now. Think of Billy Batson, AKA, Captain Marvel (Shazam), the secret child superhero who's been losing his childhood thanks to being the Champion of Magic. The age where he starts being Captain Marvel varies, but imagine if he got his powers at only eight years old.

Imagine Billy becoming a member of the Justice League only a few months later, and being a superhero for years. His coworkers were none the wiser, not even Batman.

Billy having so much responsibility and the weight of the magical world on his shoulders from a very young age, and he's never once had someone help him or asked for help (besides the Wizard and Tawny). He's encountered so many dangerous threats and attacks on his life, both as Captain Marvel and ad Billy, but continues to fight everyday for the sake of everyone else. He loves his city, his friends, and the people that will never know him. He's truly pure of heart.

Now. Imagine an accident happening years later when Billy is like 15 years old, where his age gets revealed to the league and everything is in chaos. Members are confused, upset, angry, shocked, but most of all, they just don't know what to think. An important member of the league has been revealed to be a kid this entire time in secret, hiding it from them for so long.

A meeting is immediately held and Captain Marvel is forced to attend not as Captain Marvel, but as Billy Batson. The chair and tables feel so much higher than before to him, but he sits down at his regular seat and looks at everyone in the eyes. They argue, question him about everything, but Billy is surprisingly calm and mature about everything. He shouldn't be this mature. He'd still a kid, someone says.

"I haven't been a kid since I was eight years old." A sentence that gives Batman chills. Billy hasn't been a kid in so long, and neither has he.

He never knew it before, but they were so alike this whole time. Opposite on the spectrum, but still the same. Two sides of one coin are still made of the same material.

Maybe that was why Batman speaks up for Billy after that, and stands up for him to continue being a league member.

[choccy-zefirka]

TikTok is a fascinating place

[littlelemontarte]

friends, i'll be honest to you - differential equations are easier to understand than whatsever nonsense uefa cooked up for the ucl draw

[cityzenchick]

That moment when ............ I realise that I am actually jealous of the Premier League Championship trophy .............. because it is being cherished, caressed and kissed by my two favourite City players ........... 🩵🩵💋💋

[kylewalker-peters]

the way i can't even watch the game tonight is making me feel even worse i fear

[monstrsball]

okay, i want to talk about the elite four & champion in the haikyuu pokemon au. for the elite four and champion in this au, i decided to go with the top five aces! the elite four are aran, bokuto, kiryuu, and sakusa & ushijima is the champion.

characters are listed in the order trainers would face them! unless i change my mind again and swap bokuto and kiryuu, going back and forth.

aran: grass-type, elite four

sceptile, leafeon, breloom, bellossom, tangrowth, shiftry

bokuto: fairy-type, elite four

clefable, granbull, mawile, grimmsnarl, hatterene (lol), primarina

kiryuu: fire-type, elite four

talonflame, houndoom, torkoal, rapidash, pyroar, centiskorch

sakusa: poison-type, elite four

crobat, toxicroak, tentacruel, vileplume, victreebel, alolan muk

ushijima: dragon-type, champion

garchomp, dragapult, salamence, kingdra, flygon, zweilous note: so, i know champions don't always specialize in a certain type (in fact i think they usually don't) but i've said before that i think it makes sense for ushijima specifically to have a type he specializes in and for it to be dragon-types. something about them being very strong pokemon so it just fits in my mind.

also. it's not on his team but he also has a flapple :3 he raised it from an applin which he got as a gift from tendou. (ushijima did not realize it was a romantic gesture at the time, had to be told by one of his other friends)

[starpros-sunshine]

I should start talking about my Pokémon/ENSTARS crossover ideas more there's sooooooo many of them

[meowmeowmessi]

the thing about culers is many of them have a fetish for mediocrity nowadays. barça wins two games straight playing haramball and suddenly they're the best club in the world. say anything bad about xavi and you're not a true culer. they hate the amigos fc narrative yet they're the biggest perpetuaters of it. you can scream your throat raw offering legitimate criticism and they'll insist you're just messi fc and a plastic fan. they don't demand anything from the club anymore

[vaugarde]

also if i had to rank my favorite pokemon seasons rn i think my top 3 are battle frontier, sun and moon’s first season, and either masterquest or galactic battles, can’t really pick between those last two rn

[wildheartfreespirited]

My Houston Astros are World Series Champions!!! 4—1 over the Phillies!!!🧡⚾💙 I can go to bed a happy girl! Up at 4:30 in the morning to be at work by 7, maybe earlier than that.

[charlyritter]

Can't believe I drank a Heineken for this

[nadalffc]

football unpopular opinion no one asked for: non ironically i think abel ferreira is a better coach than pep guardiola

[srngrque]

tell my girlfriend i love her.

jude bellingham x fem!reader. fluff jude has something to say to the public, clearly.

The city of Madrid was crying out loud in white and happiness while you were quietly suffering with your thesis paper, the ultimate killer of your life.

Your heart was already sinking, knowing you were not able to go to the stadium to cheer your boyfriend after his first biggest win of the season but Jude was more understanding than anyone as he kept saying it was alright and it just made your day way worse.

("I am so sorry, I wish I could come but this paper . . it is killing me." You muttered through your phone, as the other line heard you in silence.

Jude sighed, and your heart broke a little. It will be his big day, his club's big day, and you, being his girlfriend, could not attend. Your thoughts lingered toward the trolls on the internet who would be after the status of your relationship.

"It is alright, my love. You will call me after we finish the game, innit? I would just love to hear your voice after we win." Jude softly said, in his voice settled a calmness and a sense of assurance.

You nodded furiously. "I will call you, of course, I will. I love you," You sighed in defeat. "I love you so much." You said it once again, more clearly to hear, more firmly to believe. You could just envision Jude sitting on his bed, biting his lips in slight disappointment with his shoulder completely down like a baby.

"I love you too." He chuckled, trying to make you feel better about the whole situation. "Your boyfriend will make you proud."

"My boyfriend always makes me proud.")

So you decided to take a break from the paper and see the live broadcast of Real Madrid through your large television that Jude gifted claiming to watch him play while you do your little assignment. Switching the television on the news was already covering the win of Real Madrid in the Champions League. After his fresh win with his club, you had already called Jude but it was impossible to pick up since he was happily celebrating with his family and his teammates.

And you did not mind.

His bright smile and the happiness that twinkled through his eyes as he proudly showed off his badge and its accomplishment was warming your heart. Proud was an understatement with Jude, but it was all worth it.

Traveling around Madrid with his teammates on the upper deck of the bus. Your eyes lingered on Jude through the live broadcast as he quietly sipped his cup. You shook your head, laughing since his drunk behavior is quite questionable and now he has decided to show off to the world.

This would be fun, you thought.

"Jude, how do you feel about the win in your first season?" The reporter gently forwarded the mic to Jude who had a red cup holding on his hand. He laughed, grabbing the mic.

"Being in Real Madrid was already a great pleasure, but winning with the club and for the people who support Real Madrid was another beautiful moment of my life and I do not think I will ever forget. But I," He caught a breather for a moment, "I honestly do not know but like, I miss my girlfriend." He rambled through his words. You laughed on your couch, confused and slightly nervous about his behavior. "So I do not know, maybe I am happy but I am sad too." He confessed at the end.

With all the fixed pieces of your heart, it broke piece by piece with his confession at the end.

The reporter took the mic from Jude, but he frantically grabbed it back as if he still had something to say. Clearing his throat, he waved the cameraman to come closer, "Please come here. No, please stay back. No need. I have a mic. Please stay back. I need to look presentable." He laughed.

You mentally note to never let his lips touch any form of alcohol whatsoever. Well, his mother will do the part too. "Can you please tell my girlfriend I love her? Oh wait, I have a mic." Jude whispered to the reporter whilst still holding the mic.

You cupped your mouth, not wanting to laugh at him. Your heart clenched out in adoration at the boy standing in front of a sports broadcast confessing out loud that he simply misses his girlfriend.

"Jude, I think you told her that just now." The reporter laughed. The camera shook in a degree noticing that the cameraman was laughing alongside. The heat crept through your neck but your eyes could not leave him, and his expression for the whole nation to see, he furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head.

"No, I need to tell her properly again." Jude expressed his words through his pouted lips and his eyes darted at the camera.

"We won, baby. I love you, I love you so much, I will call you after this, I promise and I will fly to you and my heart will still be yours." Jude smiled, staring at the camera with his eyes still sad, yet his smile gave enough of how much he simply wanted to be with you right now.

"I love you too." You whispered softly . . for nobody to hear but most likely the ghost, yet it was enough to know he is coming home to you.