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Peak ass find today :p

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This game is racist vs racist which racist is going to win 🤣

Crazy

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NOOOOOOO

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YESSSS GOAL!

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He really is, I think I saw somewhere that messi hasn’t lost a game that this ref has reffed

Intresting…. Hmmm..

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Meeee

Omgggggggg! Bro this ref on some bs..

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Who else watching the world cup 👀

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You know I'm surprised cowboy hasn't drawn anything for the sports girls since they draw so much for katseye

90% sure They have :)

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

some people will be like “I wonder why fanfic writers don’t share their works anymore😔” and then this is them when a writer is kind enough to share something they write — as a hobby, for their own enjoyment — with them for free.

some people really don’t realize how privileged they are that they get fanfics for free. imagine having access to something for free because someone is kind enough to share it with you… and then being rude, entitled and an ungrateful pos to that person who was kind enough to share their creation with you for free

“almost 1 year is a lil too much for me” fuck off. fanfic writers don’t owe you anything. one of my favorite fics was updated after 13 years, and what I did is that I thanked the author for choosing to continue the work, I didn’t act like a spoiled toddler by asking why they didn’t update sooner. and even if a writer chooses to abandon their fic permanently with no explanation, that is their choice, their hobby, their decision. they don’t owe your entitled ass anything.

you people let tiktok rot your brains to the point you see everything as content farm and engagement. not a piece of art created by the artist’s love and passion. it’s dystopian.

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Someone send me woso asks i beggggg or alysa asks

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Alysa Liu/Fem!Mixed-Race!Reader (PREVIEW)

Note: Reader is implied to be half black, but any mix goes, just know that she’s half Russian since it’s important to the story. Also, thanks to @souluskisses you really inspired me to start writing my Alysa fic!! :D

Word Count: 1,134.

"Lord, please, give me strength today." The voice of a little girl resounded in the hotel room, making echo in the almost empty space.

It was then the alarm clock went off, but of course, (Y/N) was already awake. She always was.

For a moment, she just laid in bed, and stared at the ceiling, her body aching with that familiar tightening of her muscles after a day of practice. She welcomed pain, as it was something she could easily endure, easy to dissimulate, easy to ignore.

Pain meant she was working hard enough for her body to have a reaction.

After finishing her prayer, she crossed herself. She never prayed for anything else, as she didn't want to be selfish and pray for something that would only benefit her, like happiness.

Happiness, she had learned, came from making people proud. Her people. Her country.

She sighed heavily before she headed outside, towards her only objective: the ice rink; it was empty when she arrived, just how she liked it. Where most people only saw the rink, (Y/N) saw her future, she saw proof that every bead of sweat, every morning, every prayer… every single one of them had meant something.

"You're late." A deep and feminine voice came from behind her, making (Y/N) jump slightly.

She turned, and saw her coach standing there, her height towering over the young girl, and her silver-tainted hair was tied back, slick and professional, just like she was described in the media.

Yes, according to every single journalist in figure skating, Elena Shemetova was terrifying, and right now? (Y/N) wasn't sure they were entirely wrong.

"You're late." She said in that tone that never admitted any corrections, like she knew she was always right and nobody could dispute it. "You were supposed to be here at 5:30. Sharp." Elena glanced at the clock, prompting (Y/N) to peek at it.

It was 5:33. She had been 3 minutes late.

3 minutes she could had spent practicing.

"Sorry." (Y/N) said, looking at the ground.

"Stop apologizing." Elena started walking towards the ice, with (Y/N) following closely.

For the next 3 hours, she practiced like her life was about to end if she didn't; 3 hours of corrections, of jumps, and of Elena's voice following her around.

When she completed the steps exactly how Elena wanted, she nodded once, which to (Y/N) was like receiving a standing ovation.

After her first session of practice, she collapsed onto the bench of the locker rooms, taking some time to gather some air. As she was breathing hard, she heard her phone buzz in her bag.

She picked it up, seeing a message from her father: 'Good luck today.' And 'Make us proud'.

She stared at the text for a moment. There were no emojis or any other sign of expression, just a dry text. Yep, that was her father. He was never good at expressing affection; he believed love was better expressed through the sacrifices you make for others, through expectations, and through planting the seeds for a better future for your children.

At least, that's what (Y/N) thought.

She typed back: 'I will', and put her phone back in her bag.

The competition was tomorrow, but there were already athletes from all corners of the world pouring into the hotel lobby, which buzzed with colorful uniforms, stylish jackets, and multiple languages.

(Y/N) moved through the crowd quietly, with that perpetual frown that seemed to be etched to her face. She preferred to not attract attention, as attention was something she dreaded more than anything.

After all, attention means people are seeing you, paying attention to you, and noting all the minuscule flaws you can't see in yourself.

She grabbed a bottle of water and slipped past everyone into a corner, but just as she was sitting down, a group of American skaters came in, talking loudly, and drawing everyone's attention immediately.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. Americans…

Their little clique laughed harder as one of them tripped on her untied shoelaces, making the obnoxious sound reverberate in the small lobby.

One of them stood out to (Y/N), a girl with brown hair, and a bright smile, she seemed calmer than her louder and more hyperactive counterparts, but that smile wasn't fake, it was completely and effortlessly real.

(Y/N) frowned at that. She was becoming irritated while looking at her.

Maybe it was the way she took up space without shrinking in it, like she was comfortable around it; maybe it was that smile, that wide smile that seemed perpetual on her face: or maybe (Y/N) was simply in a bad mood.

Then the American skaters came turned slightly, and for just a second, their eyes met, with (Y/N) quickly looking away before the girl could even stare.

"Interesting."

(Y/N) nearly dropped her water bottle onto the floor as Elena sat cross-legged next to her without invitation. As usual, she was sipping black coffee, which probably had no sugar in it.

"What?" She asked, her face slightly hot.

"The American."

(Y/N) felt heat crawl all over her face. "What American?" She stammered over her words.

Elena gave her a look at suggested she was deeply disappointed, whether it was in (Y/N), or in humanity, nobody knows.

"The one you've been staring at…" She said, her voice sharp.

"I wasn't staring." (Y/N) lied through her teeth.

"You were." She said as if it was obvious.

"I wasn't."

"You were."

(Y/N) wished the floor would open up and swallow her in that instant.

Elena took a sip of her bitter coffee.

"You should spend more time watching your competition. It's an efficient strategy."

"I do."

"Hmm."

The conversation ended there. Thankfully, Elena never asked further questions, she just kept drinking her coffee in silence while (Y/N) fidgeted with her fingers.

Elena stood up to leave after a while, and as (Y/N) thought she was about to leave without further word, she reached into her pocket and brought out a protein bar, offering it to her.

(Y/N) blinked in confusion. "What is this?"

"You skipped lunch."

"I'm not hungry."

"It wasn't a suggestion."

Elena left before (Y/N) could answer, who could only just stare ahead, slightly confused. Still, she picked at the protein bar's plastic wrapper, a small smile tugging at her lips.

She heard the Americans laugh again, and looked over to the brown-haired girl she had been staring at.

Then she remembered herself, shaking her head slightly, and proceeded to sport her natural frown again, and with protein bar in her hand, she set her mind into one goal: winning tomorrow's competition.

That was what mattered.

Nothing else.

[insomniakisses]

Hey guys! Ik its been a while since i actually posted not reblogged/answered an ask and longer since i acc wrote somethin! And part of that is because i lost motivation to write, and then when i found it it wasn’t in women’s sports. Then uni picked up and i lost my grove in that too.

But now that im back, and Uni is out for a bit i wanted to say i have plans and fics in the works! And part of that is due to some changes ive made content wise.

I will be putting a hold, probably permanently, to some things! The mamaverse that u started for example, will be paused as it was a big project that i never really fully got into. Which is sad bc i remember having such big plans esp for bug and ace…

Instead i will focus on the requests i have, sunshine and moon, the pack aus, regular paring fics and a new mini series or two. As well as finishing parts to fics left on hiatus :)

I will also be opening requests for alysa liu! <3

Its good to be back i missed yall lwk.

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At least we will get more ona and lessi content :D

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Yeah, I don't emotionally know how to feel anymore

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Yeah… :(

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IF I GET ONE MORE SAD EDIT ABT WOSO TRANSFERS I WILL EXPLODE PLS

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Okay, and it's officially time for a crash out because I can't and neither could bbg, Alexia is leaving Barça 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

- sincerely an emotionally deceased 🐻

BABYGIRL IS GONNA HAVE TO GO WITH HER FUCK BBG CANT LIVE WITHOUT ALEXIA