Best World Cup Official Song
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"Waka Waka (This Time for Africa)" is a song by Colombian singer Shakira, featuring the South African band Freshlyground. Co-written by Shakira and John Hill, it was released on 7 May 2010 as the official song of the 2010 FIFA World Cup, which was held in South Africa. Released in English and Spanish (with the title "Waka Waka (Esto es África)"), the song samples the original Cameroonian makossa song "Zamina mina (Zangaléwa)" by Golden Sounds and the lyrics encourage one to aim for their goals like a soldier on a battlefield.
Gloryland was the official song of the 1994 FIFA World Cup held in the United States. The instrumental version, largely based on the traditional spiritual song "Glory, Glory (Lay My Burden Down)", was performed by a formation named "Glory". With added lyrics for the World Cup occasion, "Gloryland" became a 1994 song by Daryl Hall and Sounds of Blackness. The song also appears on the official FIFA World Cup album Gloryland World Cup USA 94 under the title Soccer Rocks the Globe.
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snippet of the next chapter of ur carraville fic pleak 🥺👉👈
(ask and you shall receive 💕 Excerpt below: Saturday morning! Teh lads are in the car (what beats car talk!Carraville???) on the way to Scholes Gym. Bonus: SHAKIRA!🎶 )
“Shit—” Gary suddenly slips the clutch and the car lurches unhappily. “Sorry—”
“You forget how to drive or something?!” Jamie jokes, shaking his head clear.
“Just got distracted.” Gary coughs weakly, nodding in the direction of his phone. “Why don’t you put some music on.”
Music is good. Less chance of Jamie saying something nonsensical or stupid.
“Okay right, what d’you fancy?”
“I don’t care, whatever’s fine.”
“Shakira?” Jamie jokes, and then searches for ‘Waka waka.’ The little tribal-y horns sound off, and the WA-KA! WA-KA chant. He sets Gary’s phone down in the cupholder and bobs his head in time.
Gary snorts but Jamie can already see his fingers tapping the steering wheel in time with the bass drum. By the time the chorus comes around, they’re both laughing and singing the ‘waka, waka, eh! eh!’ bit out loud. The bits they can pronounce, anyways.
“What’s she saying?!” Gary asks. “The part right before she says, ‘This time for Africa’?”
“Not a clue, I make something up every time!”
They crack up laughing, and Jamie gets a hand on Gary’s knee, which Gary can’t really do anything about on account he’s gotta have a hand on the wheel and one on the stick.
“Behave,” Gary murmurs, as if he disapproves.
Jamie gives his knee a squeeze, right at the swell of his quad, and lets go. Whatever weirdness he’d felt earlier was quickly evaporating. Something to do, maybe, with the deft movement of Gary’s hand on the gear shift. Or the high morning sunlight filtering down through the tinted windows, casting him in a kind of overexposed splash of pink and sepia. Or the little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
The stupid sunglasses, too. He looked good in those.
The music changes, nudged via algorithm back to Gary’s usual mix of U2, James, Oasis, and Springsteen. Jamie looks out the window for a while, and lets his mind drift. Thinking again of last night, of the deep part of the night when Gary had let him in close.
It’s strange, probably, to be excited about something like this with Gary, after the week he’s had. There’s probably something wrong with him. Twenty-five years with Nicola ended overnight, and he doesn’t even feel that bad about it. A couple of nights out on the ale with Micah, a little cry, and what was left to do? Call a lawyer? Was that really it?
“Is this really the first Salford game I’ve brought you to?” Gary asks suddenly, pulling Jamie from his thoughts.
Jamie thinks. “Yeah, except for that Class of ‘92 friendly youse put on a few years back.”
Gary laughs, “You had an absolute howler that game.”
“Yeah,” Jamie admits. “It was the keeper’s fault, though!”
It wasn’t, really.
Gary makes one of those high-pitched, amused little hums in the back of his throat. “I hope you bought him a beer afterwards. He deserved it, after such a shambolic performance from his defender.”
Jamie groans at the memory. “Even Phil was laughing at me!”
“Thank God those days are over, eh?” Gary sighs. “Honestly. If I don’t kick a ball again the rest of my life, I’ll be alright with it.”
“You sure?” Jamie asks, on impulse, like a knee jerk. “Thought you might try and score tonight.”
The car slows to stop at a red light. Gary doesn’t answer, and Jamie thinks maybe he’s pushed too far again.
It’s terrifying. Thrilling. Overnight the whole of their dynamic has shifted. It’s still the same basic material, still Gary and Jamie; but it’s a bit like someone had pulled the carpet up, given it a big shake, and laid it down again, this time with new wrinkles, a slightly different shape to it.
The light turns green, and Gary shifts smoothly into drive, engine rumbling with a rough, sporty little growl to it. He looks unfairly cool in his stupid sunglasses, driving his luxury car.
They turn off the main road. Gary slows the car, and suddenly they’re pulling into a compact, shady little carpark in front of the gym. It’s not nearly as big or grand as Jamie had expected. There’s a bus stop out front, and an uninterested teenager wearing earbuds slouching against the clear plastic shelter.
Gary pulls around to the back, parks up against the building next to a slick black Mercedes SUV, and cuts the engine. His arms sag. He throws his sunglasses up on the dash and runs his hands down his face.
“Fuck,” he says. “You know, my whole fuckin' life, I’ve—”
He stops, cutting himself off, staring through the windshield like the barrel of a gun.
Jamie doesn’t say anything. He thinks he could ruin it with the wrong words.
He wants to tell him to forget the gym, to find a hotel. He wants to climb over the console and tolerate the dig of the steering wheel in his lower back. He wants his full weight settled on Gary’s lap, and most of all he wants to rip the sunglasses away and have all of Gary’s attention, every little micrometre of those big brown eyes focused solely on Jamie. Gary’s attention is a rare, flighty thing; constantly being torn at, pulled in every direction, and at any given moment, usually only a fraction of it is on Jamie.
Suddenly, desperately, Jamie wants all of it. Now.
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Yandere request for our lovable mad dogs ! HCs being rejected or worse friendzone by the reader , how do you think their would react ? 😈
This is like 50% of my effort help.
Tw: Murder (a shit ton), brief moment of manipulation, kidnapping
Yandere Turtles being Friendzoned by MC
✦Rotting Apple Hanging on the Eiffel Tower ✦
Takes it pretty well.
Sure he's hurt but it's not like you hate him! You just would rather be friends.
He doesn't pry and just accepts it as how it is; however, he will continue his dependent behaviors in a platonic fashion.
He'll still cling to you and get anxious if you're gone. If you ever stay the night at the lair (literally any day you don't have school or work) he's all cuddly.
He'll kill potential suitors though.
Sure, you may not see him in a romantic sense, but he won't let anyone else be seen in such a way either.
“Oh I’m sorry, I can’t believe your crush got smashed to death!”
✦Laugh Life Liver✦
Does not take it well at all.
He convinces himself that you're just confused about your feelings and need some extra affection and psychological misleading to unlock the romantic attraction you truly feel.
This means he'll find out exactly what your love language is, (if hasn't already figured it out) and figures out ways he could glorify himself.
For example, let's say it's quality time: he'll take you to Hidden City and go to fun places or in general, activities you enjoy that he can join in with.
If that doesn't work, he'll go for heavy manipulation. Additionally, he kills off anybody he suspects harbours or is receiving romantic attraction.
"So...What do you think of the new DLC? Fun, right? Like me?"
✦Danny DeVito✦
Doesn't accept it.
He exposed his entirety for you, and you now say you wish to not accept his love for you? He already struggles to express it enough, but being rejected? Ha, you really want to break his demeanour completely, don't you?
He'll first block everyone on your phone just so it makes things easier for him. Additionally, he'll kill many of your friends/people you're close with. He's not going to let you run with his heart in your clutches.
He'll kidnap you, holding a gift in his hands when you awaken. The room is completely decorated by trinkets and decorations of your favorite things like it was made for you. Which, it was.
"Dearest, don't you understand? If you had accepted my love, you never would have to go through this."
✦Madagascar Went Waka Waka Away From Africa✦
Accepts it.
If you do not see him in such ways then so be it. He's fine with being only friends because he still gets to be around you.
He'll be normal, nothing particularly odd other than the shrine he has of you. He might get jealous at times, but that's because he wants some affection.
But if someone else comes around (romantically), he'll be sure to whip out his nunchucks.
He doesn't believe anyone deserves you, and if this person trying to stain your righteousness, then he's going to eradicate them from this earth.
"You were never on the same level as them!"
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It's been a while since I posted a request. Hopefully, I'll get back on track soon.
- Celina
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ap classes ranked by how badly they made me want to drop out
ap art history -- i was sobbing crying nightly trying to memorise 'tamati waka nene' to the tune of africa by shakira
ap us history -- it moved incredibly slowly at times and incredibly quickly over the interesting bits. tell me why we spent no time at the revolutionary war and spent three weeks talking about cold war economics
ap world history -- don't ask me about the ottomans if you want to see me happy and content
ap 2d art an design -- spent a month straight trying to scrape my portfolio together on college board. it kept deleting my progress. and each image took like 3 hours to format and load. so happy it was over. liked the drawing bit though
ap language -- very chill!! liked writing essays and reading the news. never got complexity but i resigned myself to it :(
ap European history -- honestly really fun. machiavelli is my bro. napoleon is my babygirl. leonardo da Vinci is gay
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