#women's soccer photography

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Chelsea Football Club

[walrusmagazine]

The Women’s National Team Taught Canada How to Be a Soccer Country

The men’s team has made it to the FIFA World Cup. But it was the women’s team that helped them get there

I’ll never forget 2002. That summer, Canada hosted the FIFA U-19 Women’s World Championship, a tournament that some say “changed Canadian soccer forever.” (While teams are formally categorized as “men’s” and “women’s,” not every player identifies as either gender.) On the afternoon of September 1, Canada played the US for the trophy in front of nearly 50,000 fans. It was the second most attended soccer game, of either men’s or women’s, in Canada ever and, according to FIFA, still holds the record for the most fans ever to watch one of its youth women’s games anywhere. Despite losing the final, these teenagers, including my sister, some of whom were still in high school, hooked a country and never let go.

Read more at thewalrus.ca.

Photo by Frank Gunn / the Canadian Press

[mikeorazzi]

Women's College Soccer Nikon Z9 Mirrorless Photography Sports

Hofstra University Women’s Soccer vs Quinnipiac University during a non-conference battle at the QU soccer field in Hamden, Connecticut on Thursday, August 15, 2024 Photo by ©Mike Orazzi

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[olvaheiner]

[clipartcabaret]

"90s suburban cowgirl ripping a wicked tooter" clip art

[sdsportsdomination]

SDSU vs. UCR 8.12 Photo Gallery

[midtea]

Australia’s Women’s Team (The Matildas) vs South Africa (Banyana Banyana) by me, for Since71.

[coalswriting]

if i could give you the moon - natalie scatorccio

summary – y/n and nat go for a late night swim (approx 2.1k words)

partially based on ‘moon song’ by phoebe bridgers

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when the principal had called you out of your biology class to ask you to join the yellowjackets on their trip to nationals, you had immediately said yes. you were the lead photographer of the school paper, well praised for your incredible action shots and ability to frame a subject in a photograph.

you didn’t really know much about most of the yellowjackets other than photographing their games for articles; vanessa palmer was your partner in chemistry and the two of you, with your combined iq of approximately three, oftentimes messed around, doodling on each other’s notes and talking about movies on occasion. you did not really consider her a friend, more than you considered her a friendly acquaintance, since the moment the bell would ring for lunch, she would be out of the classroom in a flash, excited to meet her friends.

the day before nationals, van and her ‘friend’, taissa (you could see the chemistry practically wafting off them), invited you to a house party that night. “y’know, to really meet the team. i’ll introduce you!”, van suggested, trying to convince you to attend. you nodded your head quietly, already thinking of what outfit to wear.

“great,” taissa smiled, “i’ll pick you up at eight, what’s your address?”

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it was four minutes past eight when you heard a loud honk outside your house. peering through your window, you watched as van waved at you, tai rolling down the window to yell a curt “hurry up!”. with a final glance at the large mirror by your door, you fixed your outfit, grabbing your bag, and running down the stairs to meet the duo. the drive to the party wasn’t a long one, but the conversation felt like it lasted forever. you spoke about everything with the two other women; photography, soccer, nationals, your favourite foods, movies, and so on. however, the moment you arrived at the party, the two seemed to disappear, so you decided to pour yourself a drink and go into the garden, where most people seemed to be.

you ambled towards the big fire pit with a little bit of shyness, inspecting the people around you. most attendees were in small separated groups, chatting away about anything and everything. all except for her.

natalie scatorccio.

she was leaning against a tree, opening a fresh packet of cigarettes, a purple lighter grasped lightly between her teeth. you watched as she tapped the bottom of the pack, then pulled out a cigarette, flipped it upside down, and slid it back in.

without thinking, your legs began to move, and before you knew it, you were next to the girl. she looked up to you staring at her, and a few seconds passed before she started to talk, “what? you want one?”

coming back to your senses, you shook your head no, looking down towards her cigarettes, “why did you flip one cigarette upside down?”  

natalie looked at you, one eyebrow raised, as she processed what you said. suddenly she cracked a toothy smile, making your heart flutter a little. “that’s my lucky cigarette. i tapped the bottom of the box to see which one would raise, and that one did, so i flipped it. it’s the last one i’m going to smoke, during a happy moment in my life.”

“oh, i see,” you nodded, “that’s really sweet.”

she popped the tip of a cigarette in her mouth, lighting it. taking a deep inhale, she held her breath for a second, allowing herself to feel the burn of nicotine and smoke in her lungs. then, she turned her head away from you and exhaled. “are you the photographer that’s going with us tomorrow? i’m nat.”

“i’m (y/n),” you state, giving her anticipating knuckles a tap with your own, “i’m a bit nervous to go. i don’t really know anybody on the team other than van and she’s...”, you turned your head around, indicating that you had no clue where van went.  

natalie chuckled, brushing her shaggy bangs out of her eyes, “that’s cool. you can stay with me. i don’t have anyone to bunk with in the hotel, so as long as you don’t snore…” she said, insinuatingly. you elbowed her jokingly, laughing, but before you could reply, you heard an argument break out.

you and natalie both peered over, watching tai and another teammate yell at each other, van trying (and failing) to keep the peace. “for fuck’s sake,” she growled, pushing herself off the tree, “sorry (y/n), we gotta cut this conversation short. i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“yeah…” you replied, watching her walk over to join the argument. she was cute, and not as intimidating as she seemed, you decided. you could definitely see yourself being friends with her, even though you two were probably worlds apart in terms of personality, style, and interests.

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the plane for nationals had left as scheduled, with no initial issues. it was about an hour into your nap when the turbulence had started. you had woken up to the sound of panicked screams, and before you knew it, the plane had gone down, killing a few members of the yellowjackets, the pilots, and the coach. somehow, you had survived, mostly unscathed, with just a few bruised ribs and a deep slit just above your right eyebrow.

you were definitely the weakest link out of the survivors; you were sensitive to gore, (throwing up when coach ben’s leg was cut off), not as athletic as the others, and other than the bare essentials, you had only packed your polaroid and film camera with you for the journey.

despite this, natalie stuck by your side the whole time. it seemed like she had an almost unspoken pact to protect you no matter what, insisting on washing your wounds and sleeping next to you every night. “you can’t trust these girls,” she had said to you once, when you two went hunting together (more like you accompanying her while she hunted), “i swear one of these days they’re gonna eat someone.”

a few months had passed at this point, as the weather grew warmer. the lot of you had fallen into a routine, everyone doing their allocated tasks. you mostly rotated between joining natalie in the hunt, gathering water, and keeping count of essential supplies. your relationship with nat had grown closer, with her eventually telling you about her home life. you practically knew her inside out. she would smoke on particularly more stressful days, always ate her food in a certain order, and always, slept facing you. with this close friendship came budding feelings, as your crush on her developed. you often had dreams about her, felt irritated when you were not with her, and sometimes, even, you would offer her some of your food, and sneak it onto her plate when she wasn’t looking.

van and tai had noticed too, oftentimes smirking at you knowingly and teasing you when the three of you were alone.

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it was a particularly hot night when you were awoken by a foot nudging against your own. you opened your dreary eyes, noticing natalie staring back at you. “c’mon,” she whispered, sitting up. confused, you followed suit, and before you knew it, the both of you were outside, only illuminated by the moon.

“where are we going?”, you asked simply, stifling a yawn.

“swimming”, nat replied, holding your hand in hers and pulling you along. you both fell into a comfortable silence with you yawning every now and then. this silence was normal between you. you both could say so much without having to speak. lingering touches and endearing looks were often shared, and that, at times, was all that the two of you needed. just each other’s presence.

the moon reflected off the lake, giving you both a beautiful view as you began to take off your shirts. once you were both in your underwear, you ran towards the calm water, laughing and yelping at how cool the water felt against your skin.

nat splashed you, eliciting a scream from you, while you dived under the water to grab her waist. after about ten minutes of roughhousing and messing around, the two of you stood in waist length water, shoulder against shoulder, watching the moon. nat turned to face you, giving you the most loving smile you could ever imagine. the moonlight reflected off her hair, making it look as if it was glowing, complimenting her hazel eyes. you felt yourself melt. you were so safe with nat. she was so perfect.

“if i could give you anything right now,” she started, “it would be my last cigarette.”

“your lucky cigarette?!”, you gasped with mock shock, “you’ve been saving that for ages!”

“yeah, (y/n), i’ve been saving it for a happy moment; like the one i’m having with you right now.” she stopped talking for a moment, seeming to think, “i was really weary the whole time we’ve been here. it’s so dangerous and anything could happen. despite it all, being here – with you – it’s been great. like, despite all the bad things that have happened, i’ve felt so incredibly happy with you.” you felt heat grow in the back of your neck as she struggled to articulate her thoughts.

“the moon,” you said, cutting her off. she looked at you, raising an eyebrow. “if i could give you anything right now, i would give you the moon.” pointing up at the full moon, the both of you stopped talking for a moment to watch it.

it felt like a few minutes had passed before natalie looked back at you. her cheeks had visibly reddened, taking on a rosy shade. she took a step towards you, putting an arm loosely around your waist, the other rested on the side of your neck. her eyes darted down, lingering on your lips, before she pulled you in. her lips were warm and soft, and she kissed you with a gentle love that you had never felt before. you reluctantly kissed back, feeling yourself become one with her. it didn’t last long, but soon after, she wordlessly took your hand in hers, walking out of the water, towards the shore.

you shivered, partially from the cold, and partially from the possibility of her thinking that she made a mistake. she hadn’t said anything to you so surely, she regretted the kiss. suddenly, you were taken out of your thoughts by the feeling of nat’s letterman jacket being draped over your shoulders. she reached her hand into the pocket, retrieving her box of cigarettes and the purple lighter she had lit her first one with all those months ago. she popped the cigarette between her lips, lighting it quickly, then took a drag. still without saying anything, she handed it to you, letting you take a puff. you coughed, not used to the burn in your lungs, and she chuckled. “this was the perfect time to use my lucky cigarette. i was saving it - to smoke it with you.”

you blinked at her as she continued to talk, “i love you, (y/n). i think i’ve loved you since the day we first hunted together. you always make me so fucking happy, (y/n). i’m so in love with you.”

“shit…”, you mumbled to yourself, awestruck, “that’s a crazy coincidence, nat, because i think i’m in love with you too.”

she smiled wider than you had ever seen her smile before, and gave you another kiss. she tasted like tobacco, which you surprisingly didn’t mind. your heart erupted into a happy flutter of butterflies. you were ecstatic. after finishing the cigarette, the both of you felt dry enough to put your clothes back on and returned to the cabin, hand in hand.

once you were back in your sleeping area, she looped her arms around you, holding you tightly, as if you were like water in her hands - like she never wanted to let go of you and lose you.

the following morning, you were awoken by a flash and a clicking noise. tai and van had taken it upon themselves to take a photo of you and nat cuddling with the use of your polaroid camera. snickering, the two of them ran away from you and nat as you angrily chased them.

the two of you would never feel unsafe in this vast wilderness again, as you had each-other’s backs no matter what.

[prettyboysinmyheart]

Introducing Ella Hughes | Maveric Lamoureux x Hughes sister AU

A/n: All credits to go 🐧anon. Thank you so much lovey for helping me come up with ideas for this Au. Couldn’t have done without you. I appreciate you so much<3 ( feel free to correct me if anyone is wrong. Don’t much about tennis but did my best)

❁ born September 9th, 2003 (Luke’s older by 5 minutes)

❁ height 5’5

❁ favorite music artist are Taylor Swift, Luke combs, Harry Styles and Gracie Abrams.

❁ loves to read books

❁ always brings them out on the boat to help her relax

❁ her family nickname is daisy because ever since she was little she had became obsessed with collecting anything that has daisies on them

❁ every year for her birthday the theme is always daisies

❁ doesn’t like hockey but still supports her brothers

❁ Quinn is her favorite

❁ out of all her brother’s friends she’s very close to Cole

❁ she’s introverted, a sunny person. always happy and carefree, very soft in general

❁ she loves the spring/ summer, because that's when everyone's together and her brothers are at the lake house to enjoy the summer with her.

❁ instead of going to the University of Michigan, she signed with the Sun Devil Women’s Tennis team.

❁ Luke cried the night she told him. He would not leave her side and made sure to spend all summer with her before she left. Jack cried happy tears and told her he was very proud of her.

❁ Quinn wanted to hold his little sister in his arms forever. He couldn’t believe how grown up she was. It didn’t feel real to him until the last box was in your dorm room.

❁ He kept a smile on for her but on the plane back to Vancouver, he couldn’t hold it in anymore

❁ all three brother promised to call her at least 3 times a week

❁ when she is on the court she’s a different person. Shows no mercy, is very competitive and likes to trash talk.

❁ Ranked as high as #18 in the women’s world rankings

❁ also ranked as #1113 WTA singles ranking and #850 WTA Double ranking

❁ started playing at the age of 5

❁ also played soccer for a few months before she was kicked of the team for scoring on the wrong side

❁ is very into scrapbooking

❁ in high school she took photography classes and fell in love with it

❁ had a tiny crush on Tyler Duke in high school

❁ dated for about 5 months until she lost feelings

❁ met Maveric at a coffee shop when he came to train in Arizona for development camp.

❁ talked for about 6 months before he asked her out on a date

❁ January 3rd, 2023 he asked her to be his girlfriend by setting up a picnic, having a heart shaped daisy with a sign in the middle that said “can I be your boyfriend?”

[juchily]

Shauna Shipman x Artist Reader thoughts

cw: nothing, pretty much just fluffy stuff

thinking about being the person who does the photography for Wiskayok's soccer teams (JV, men's, women's), and you have the biggest crush on the girls.

You're an artist, you know beauty, you see it everywhere.

So of course you can't stop yourself from doing some sketches of the girls while they practice... admiring their form and physique in your little sketchbook.

You've become a regular. Obviously because you're just waiting to take photos for the school newspaper... Totally because of that...

You're favourite one of them to draw is Shauna. She's solid with muscle in the arms and legs, her abs are defined but rounded, her frustratingly ethereal permanent pout, those big brown eyes, her standoffish personality. It's captivating to you.

You get invited on the trip to Nationals when the girls win to take the photos, besides, Lottie's dad can afford it.

When you crash, well, turns out your science skills and the anatomy skills that piggyback off of those pay off when you're faced with the plane crashing.

You have a vivid imagination. But in a million years? Never this.

You're more than faithful to help out with the wounded, but you get pretty damn seclusive, and you don't write or draw as much in your notebook.

When you all find the cabin you end up sleeping up in the attic because at night you run hot.

Only for Shauna to accidently mix up your journals/notebooks one dark and sleepy night and come across your sketches of the team, specifically her, and all the praise you've written, your admiring words towards her physique and skill.

She has half a head to register it, reading all the words. Words she's been waiting to hear all her life, words she's just frothing at the mouth for. Looks she's tearing at the soil for, to break free from that coffin that has her dug alive under the shadow of something she can't beat.

She carefully puts your journal back, keeping in mind the pages that praise her teammates and hold their images as well.

She doesn't fall asleep that night. Spending her time just gazing at your sleeping body in the light of the moon that reflects off the singular window in the attic onto your form.

She's a lot nicer to you after that night. You don't quite understand why she offers to take your chores, or give you some of her scraps. Or why she sneaks glances at you and starts to hang off of Jackie's side less.

Although you do notice an interesting smudge of a dried liquid, like water, that's burnt into the middle of the page with one of your sketches of Shauna Shipman with your words and thoughts on the girl.

You figure it must have just been some sweat from your hand, and close your notebook. Ready to start a new day of surviving in the summer wilderness you've found yourself in.

Send reqs for c.ai bots or short blurbs✌️

[angemonn]

Digidestined and what kind of tumblr they’d have

Tai: random soccer reblogs, quarterly remembers he has a tumblr - comes on, reblogs from the other 8 for 15 minutes, logs off again.

Matt: lots of audio posts of songs stuck in his head. Argues about folk music legends

Sora: flowers and neat aesthetic poetry, occasional homoerotic women’s soccers fan post reblogs

Izzy: hyper analyzes news around tech that come across to the average user as spam

Mimi: relentless personal stream of conscious posts, corny queue tag, loves plushee aesthetics and tamagotchis. Has a fashion side blog. Throws aesthetic cactus reblogs at either blog willy nilly

Joe: has a blog, zero posts, 4 public likes and 3 are Mimi posts

TK: knee deep in a fandom wars, reblogging ship and OC sketches, posts his own fic on occasion

Kari: aesthetic photography blog feat selfies of her and Gatomon. Side blog of nihilistic memes

[lesbrarycollection]

1979: Eye to Eye - Portraits of Lesbians by JEB (Joan E. Biren)

- Title: "Eye to Eye: Portraits of Lesbians"

- Author(s) / Editor(s): Photographs by JEB

-Year 1st Published: 1979

- Year of Reprint My Copy Is (if applicable): Y, 2021

- Publisher: Anthology Editions

- Page Numbers: 72

- # in series: N/A

- Genre(s): Nonfiction, Photography, Art

- Is It An Ex-library Copy (and from where?): N

- Author's signature (if applicable): N

- Have I Read It?: Y

- Is It On Loan (and to which friend?): N

- Is it on Internet Archive: Y

- Average Goodreads Rating, out of 5 Stars (as of 14/10/2023): 4.75

- Amount of Goodreads Ratings (as of 14/10/2023): 139 ratings

- Amount of Goodreads Reviews (as of 14/10/2023): 23 reviews

- Blurb: "In 1979, JEB (Joan E. Biren) self-published her first book, Eye to Eye: Portraits of Lesbians. Revolutionary at that time, JEB made photographs of lesbians from different ages and backgrounds in their everyday lives-working, playing, raising families, and striving to remake their worlds. The photographs were accompanied by testimonials from the women pictured in the book, as well as writings from icons including Audre Lorde, Adrienne Rich and a foreword from Joan Nestle. Eye to Eye signalled a radical new way of seeing – moving lesbian lives from the margins to the centre, and reversing a history of invisibility. More than just a book, it was an affirmation of the existence of lesbians that helped to propel a political movement. Reprinted for the first time in forty years and featuring new essays from photographer Lola Flash and former soccer player Lori Lindsey, Eye to Eye is a faithful reproduction of a work that continues to resonate in the queer community and beyond."

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[realgothmen]

Saint Seiya Headcanons

Part 1 - Bronze Saints Protagonists

Pegasus Seiya

Bisexual — with a preference for men

Gender Fluid (She/He/They) — wears a mask that flows towards the feminine

He has ADD, and, of the group, he is the one least impacted by PTSD

Currently, he gets along well with Shaina — She was the one who gave him the mask

Play Pokemon with Shun — He loves video games

He used to have a crush on Saori, but today they are just friends — Saori sees him as her best friend (she is lesbian)

He's dating Ikki — no one knows because no one questioned them

He helps Hyoga with Japanese — He speaks very quickly and informally, so Hyoga barely understands

He and Shiryu spend a lot of time together, because they have many tastes in common — they both love Japanese pop music, soccer and the same cartoons and comics

He once had red hair, because he saw a photo of a young Aiolia who dyed his hair that color — he only has short hair because of Aiolia

He has some strands of his hair dyed purple — inspired by Saori and to match Ikki

He still doesn't speak Greek very well — Marin and Touma continue to help him

He lived in an apartment with Marin, Touma and Seika until he became a Sagittarius Saint

Andromeda Shun

Bisexual — with a preference for women

Cis Man (He/His)

He became deaf after the battle of Poseidon — He wears hearing aids and knows sign language

PTSD — has episodes of depersonalization after being possessed by Hades (he prefers not to remember this)

He doesn't like Sorrento (I think you can guess the reason) — Seriously, they can't leave these two in the same room without Shun trying to kill him

Saori taught him how to paint and draw, but he does better with photography — so Saori gave him a quality camera for his birthday

He doesn't leave the house much — but he'll go anywhere with Seiya if he asks

Once, without telling anyone, he went to Siberia just to visit Hyoga — it was a shock for him and Shun's roommates who thought he was kidnapped

He and Shiryu learn j-pop and Kate Bush choreography (Seiya and Shunrei recorded everything)

He dyed Ikki's black hair blue after the battle of Hades — Shun also does Ikki's makeup lol

He lived with June and Ikki (when Ikki is around) in an apartment until he became the Virgo Saint — yes, June was living alone when Ikki went to the Leo Temple (poor girl)

He and June play board games

He has brown hair, but he spent almost every battle with it dyed green — and he dyed his hair dark red when he returned from Hell

He previously dated Scylla Io, but they broke up before the battle of Poseidon

Cygnus Hyoga

Asexual gay — Homoromantic

Trans man (he/him)

He's had PTSD since his mother's death — it got worse after the battles, but the other Bronzes and Saori are helping him

He and Saori paint their nails together — they also tell each other Sanctuary gossip

He doesn't speak Japanese well — he has a strong accent

Hyoga doesn't admit it but he likes hanging out with Seiya — they both go to arcades a lot

Shun constantly goes to Siberia or the Aquarius Temple just to talk to Hyoga — he likes it, but he refuses to admit it

He has had several jobs (he was fired from them all) — including: hairdresser, bartender, night dancer (funny story), secretary and pharmacist

He once tried to shave Shiryu's hair when he was working as a hairdresser

He played cupid for Seiya and Ikki — seriously, he was the one who organized their first date

He has a photograph of Camus and Isaak on the wall of the Aquarius Temple — he's not completely over it, but he's gotten used to the pain

Dragon Shiryu

Pansexual — no preferences

Cis Man (he/they)

He's still blind, but it doesn't even affect him anymore

He is self-functioning autistic and has PTSD — He has hyperfocus on superhero comics

He sews A LOT — It helps him control some crises

Shunrei (and sometimes Seiya) braids his hair — Shiryu looks beautiful

He is of Chinese descent and his mother language is Mandarin — Unlike some people, he speaks Japanese and Greek very well

He helped Hyoga get several of his many jobs — Hyoga only became a pharmacist with Shiryu's help

Seiya, Shun and him went to a Kate Bush concert

He's Saori's right-hand man — He can use Excalibur because of this (it's just one of the reasons)

He gives great advice — especially to Ikki

He and Shunrei are almost married — they lived together (until he went to the Libra Temple) and have two children

He has some very strange dreams about Shura — and it's just about Shura, not Dohko or Deathmask, just Shura

Genbu calls him "Rapunzel" — in the original story Rapunzel's prince becomes blind lol

Phoenix Ikki

Bisexual — with a preference in men

Demi boy (he/she/they)

has hallucinations because of PTSD — sometimes has violent reactions

He paints a lot — Saori taught him

He dates Seiya — and doesn't understand why no one notices, why the two never let go of each other and he stays more at the Sagittarius Temple than at Leo's

He wears makeup and a skirt when no one is looking — only Shun and Seiya know and they even do his makeup

He asks Shiryu for a lot of advice — Ikki is very insecure when making decisions

He likes birds — he draws birds and gives the drawings to Seiya

He gets along very well with Kanon, the two have many tastes in common — they like the same films, series and video games

He listens to Shakira — loves Estoy Aquí

He still doesn't know that it was Hyoga who organized his dates with Seiya