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moyocoyottzin‌:

[ sms: tay. ]:  unfortunately death doesn’t stop bc of the world cup [ sms: tay. ]:  and we’re already pushed for doctors, i’m sorry [ sms: tay. ]:  otherwise i would, honestly! [ sms: tay. ]:  oh we’re all good! great, actually. just crazy busy.  [ sms: tay. ]:  i haven’t seen her in a few days. 

[ sms: mamacita. ]: i understand. [ sms: mamacita. ]: well, we at least need to have a family dinner soon. [ sms: mamacita. ]: i miss you guys. 

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feiry‌:

“ooooh— uhm, no.”  Frankie replied nonchalantly, before downing the rest of the whiskey;  and she pondered for a moment as her gaze fixed on the empty glass in hand.  “i grew up in London, actually.”  she finally admitted, before leaning over the bar to reach for a new bottle of their best bourbon.  she was actually born in Connecticut, before her parents shipped her off to a school in London as a child  —  so there was a slight hint of British in her voice.  but, she’d moved back to Connecticut when she was only thirteen, after her parents were murderer, and so she’d lost a good part of that accent in the fifteen years she’d been state-side again.  “work brought me… here.”  she finished, motioning to the bar around them, before she started to fill up her glass once more. 

Taylor had noticed the hint of British. it had reminded her of her coach; an odd mishmash of pronounced words in one dialect, while others fell by the wayside in another. there was a certain way this woman had carried herself. there was history. sure, Taylor had her own past and demons to deal with, but this felt different. she had become good at reading people over the years. a trick she had picked up in foster care, and it was one of the reasons she was such a good soccer player, “London’s a great place. football’s allowed me the opportunity to see some incredible sights over the years. but it sounds like you’re not too fond of your job?” she sipped off of the drink in her hand, “i’m Taylor, by the way. Susan’s...daughter, kind of. Elena’s my mom.” she sat her glass down and stuck out her hand, watching as the woman made herself quite at home with the alcohol.

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The move from Los Angels to Orlando was certainly a change, but before Taylor could even settle in, she was sent to Miami to do a soccer clinic. Luckily for her, she was put up in one of the nicest hotels on the strip, the Riviera Grand Hotel. From the moment she stepped foot on the hotel’s property, Taylor felt out of place. Its extravagance and beauty was nothing like she had ever seen before, and she wanted to soak it in, so she could go back and make her friends, especially Worms, jealous of her brief period of feeling like someone special. Sure, coming off of a World Cup win made her feel on top of the world, but she had been with her friends to celebrate that, and now, it was just her.

Walking inside, Taylor took in the hustle and bustle of the staff running around making sure the guests were getting the best service. “I’ll get us checked in and our stuff sent up to the room.” The woman’s agent quickly shuffled to the desk to get the pair checked in, while Taylor made her way to the bar in the center. Finding a seat, she waited patiently as the bartender tended to other patrons.

[ sms: worms. ] guess that 4th star really makes a difference... [ sms: worms. ] i’ll bring ya back a souvenir. ;-D [ sms: worms. ] *picture of lobby of the Riviera Grand*

Noticing he was in front of her waiting to take her order, Taylor quickly put her phone down on the counter, “Sorry about that. Just making my friend jealous.” With a soft laugh, she glanced over at a menu, before ordering, “I’ll have a glass of your best red wine, please. Thanks.” The brunette glanced back at her manager still waiting to get to the desk to check in, before turning her attention back to her phone again as she waited.

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feiry‌:

Frankie wasn’t the ‘family’ party type of person–  well, she’d never really had a family to party with before, so this was all very new to her.  but, she was here for Susan, and she was quickly making progress on the copious amount of booze she was planning to consume in order to get through this thing with her sanity still intact.  the night, however, had taken an unexpected, yet positive, turn.  “so do you live ‘round here?”  Frankie asked of the woman she had began chatting with moments earlier.  

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Time off was always nice, when your body took a beating on a regular basis, and being back at home with her family was even better. Taylor had become a pro at partying, but the setting was different and with her mom’s watchful eye not too far away, the thirty year old had decided to act civil, “kind of...it’s where i’m from, but my team is in los angeles, so i’m currently calling california home. what about you?” sipping on the glass of red wine she had ordered, Taylor glanced around the bar to see who all had shown up.

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And when you start to look at me, a physical fatality And you surrender to the heat, you’ll know I can put on a show, I can put on a show

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heartrescued‌:

[ sms: tay. ]:  we miss you too, mija !! [ sms: tay. ]:  especially your sister, she really can’t wait to see you  [ sms: tay. ]:  she asked me to bring her out to france !?  can you believe  [ sms: tay. ]:  i think that kid forgets your papi and i work sometimes [ sms: tay. ]:  everything’s fine!  i just know summer would love to hear from you! 

[ sms: mamacita. ]: bring her out here!!! i’d love to see you guys. [ sms: mamacita. ]: just give me a head’s up [ sms: mamacita. ]: i’ll get you guys some badges, a room [ sms: mamacita. ]: it’s the world cup... [ sms: mamacita. ]: i think your bosses would understand [ sms: mamacita. ]: & i’ll surprise her w/ a message from the team [ sms: mamacita. ]: how are you? how’s susan?

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Alex Morgan of United States celebrates after winning the the 2019 FIFA Women’s World Cup France Final match between The United State of America and The Netherlands at Stade de Lyon on July 7, 2019 in 

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heartrescued‌:

[ sms: tay. ]:  congrats, tesoro !!  [ sms: tay. ]:  we’re all so so so proud of you! ❤️ [ sms: tay. ]:  but don’t celebrate too hard, okay?!   [ sms: tay. ]:  have you spoken to your papi? 

[ sms: mamacita. ]: you can’t see it, but i’m taking a bow right now. [ sms: mamacita. ]: & i miss you guys so freakin much! [ sms: mamacita. ]: have you heard what my teammates call me? [ sms: mamacita. ]: *grandma*, bc i go to bed early & rarely drink. [ sms: mamacita. ]: ??? i haven’t...is everything okay?!

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To say Taylor was surprised the day her mom and dad had called it quits would be a lie. In fact, she had seen it coming. It was her younger sister, she had been more concerned with and how the younger of the two would handle things. But when all was said and done, Taylor did what she had taught herself to do (after years of being tossed from home to home in the foster care system), geared up, put on a brave face and hid any sign of distress, if not for herself, more so for the family she was blessed to finally have.

Flash forward seven years, and life had changed drastically. Her soccer career was at an all time high; things with her sister and dad were better than they had ever been; and the 29 year old was about to meet her mom’s girlfriend for the first time. Practice had run long, as usual, and instead of going home to take a shower and change, the woman had decided to get ready at her mom’s place.

Key in hand, with her duffel bag in tow, Taylor unlocked the door and went right in making herself at home like she had done so many years prior, “Mom! Practice ran long, so I’m gonna get ready here. And don’t worry, I left my cleats in the car this time...” She rolled her eyes tossing her keys on a nearby table. Flip-flops kicked to the side, she padded back through the living room heading to the bathroom, not noticing that the woman off to the side, in the kitchen, wasn’t actually her mom.

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[babyhorse]: Mom... [babyhorse]: We did it... [babyhorse]: WE’RE GOING 2 THE SEMI-FINALS!!!!!

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what i really wanna say i can’t define

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