Something tells me that the "fouls" given against Michelle Agyemang are going to be spoken about in discussions about how black players are inherently seen as stronger and therefore more likely to be the perpetrators of fouls.
Watching this England team is like watching the men's Manchester United team in last season's Europa. It's just way too unpredictable and not very good.
Apparently Netflix has decided to make an adaption of The Picture of Dorian Gray with Dorian and Basil as siblings. Unless they're planning to go the gothic horror incest route, they've completely missed the point of the relationship between these characters.
If you haven't read the book, Basil is a painter who becomes infatuated with a beautiful young man, pouring his feelings into a painting. Dorian becomes jealous of the painting's beauty, realizing that he will never be as young and unspoiled as the version of himself on the canvas. He finds himself wishing that the painting could age instead of him. His wish is granted, allowing him to stay young and beautiful until the end, with his moral and spiritual decline reflected only in the painting.
I cannot overstate how queer this book is. Dorian is so beautiful that their first meeting inspires a wave of existential terror in Basil. Dorian changes Basil's entire understanding of art and beauty. This book is so queer it was used as evidence at Wilde's sodomy trial.
The existence of the portrait itself is tantamount to a confession of queer desire. Basil tells his friend, Lord Henry, that he can't exhibit the painting because "I have put too much of myself into it.”
Lord Henry (who will later lead Dorian into a life of vice) laughs, but Basil explains:
“[E]very portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. [...] It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself. The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown in it the secret of my own soul.”
This is how he describes meeting Dorian:
When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself. [...] I have always been my own master; had at least always been so, till I met Dorian Gray. Then—but I don’t know how to explain it to you. Something seemed to tell me that I was on the verge of a terrible crisis in my life. I had a strange feeling that fate had in store for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrows. I grew afraid and turned to quit the room. It was not conscience that made me do so: it was a sort of cowardice. I take no credit to myself for trying to escape.”
Notice that turn of phrase--it was not conscience but cowardice that made him attempt to flee. Why would conscience factor into his decision? Because he felt shame at his reaction to Dorian's perfect, beautiful face.
Lord Henry is shocked to discover Basil cares for something besides his art.
“He is all my art to me now,” said the painter gravely. “I sometimes think, Harry, that there are only two eras of any importance in the world’s history. The first is the appearance of a new medium for art, and the second is the appearance of a new personality for art also. What the invention of oil-painting was to the Venetians, the face of Antinous was to late Greek sculpture, and the face of Dorian Gray will some day be to me.
Basil goes on to confess, "I see everything in him. He is never more present in my work than when no image of him is there."
Lord Henry still doesn't understand why there is too much of Basil in the painting, so Basil explains:
“Because, without intending it, I have put into it some expression of all this curious artistic idolatry, of which, of course, I have never cared to speak to him. He knows nothing about it. He shall never know anything about it. But the world might guess it, and I will not bare my soul to their shallow prying eyes. My heart shall never be put under their microscope. There is too much of myself in the thing, Harry—too much of myself!”
Lord Henry asks how Dorian feels about Basil, and his response is absolutely tragic.
The painter considered for a few moments. “He likes me,” he answered after a pause; “I know he likes me. Of course I flatter him dreadfully. I find a strange pleasure in saying things to him that I know I shall be sorry for having said. As a rule, he is charming to me, and we sit in the studio and talk of a thousand things. Now and then, however, he is horribly thoughtless, and seems to take a real delight in giving me pain. Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.”
Any adaptation that ignores the way Dorian's existence and beauty utterly destroyed Basil is doomed to be shallow and insipid. This is not just a book about a magic painting. It's a monument to queer longing.
You're Mine and Only Mine (I'm Yours and Only Yours) (Alex Morgan x Reader)
It all started with a bit of harmless flirting to get you riled up, something Alex Morgan knew would lead to a confrontation before you took her home and had your way with her, but when the man's flirting becomes a bit too forward, you step in, something that leads you to having your way with the woman somewhere a little more public than home.
Anonymous Request: Alex Morgan/G!P Reader, jealous sex in an alleyway behind a bar, and marathon sex.
Your lip curled as your grip on your tumbler tightened, your eyes burning holes in the back of the head of the man currently flirting shamelessly with your fiancé.
Every so often, she’d glance your way, shooting you a playful wink, but making no attempts to move away from the man, whose intentions were clear.
“She’s just doing it to get a rise out of you.” Kelley says, giving you a nudge and you grunt.
“Well, it’s working.” You mumble sipping your drink, grimacing at the taste.
Alex knew what would happen if she got a rise out of you, she knew that you’d either confront the person flirting with her or drag her home and absolutely have your way with her.
Your eyes narrow as you watch the man lean towards her, whispering something in her ear that makes her giggle, your nostrils flaring.
You turn away angrily, unable to watch the man blatantly flirt with your girlfriend any longer.
Your fingers drummed against the bar as you tried to focus on your drink, the ice bobbing slightly within then dark liquid.
“What do you say we get out of here...?”
Your head snaps upwards as you turn abruptly towards your girlfriend, the woman smiling softly at the man, who now has a hand on her forearm.
You’re up in an instant, shoving his hand off of her as you slip an arm around her middle.
“She’s not going anywhere with you.” You growl, Alex’s hand landing on the small of your back.
The man scoffs.
“I think she’s the one who should make that decision.” He says, turning to Alex with a charming smile, the woman shaking her head, her lips parting.
“My fiancé, isn’t going anywhere with you.” You say, cutting off the woman, your teeth bared.
The man snorts.
“Well, your fiancé was just all over me, maybe she’s having second thoughts.”
Your blood was boiling, your hands balling into fists.
The man’s throat noticeably bobs at the look on your face, the muscle in your jaw jumping as you take a step closer, the man visibly shrinking.
You weren’t small by any means, you were a goalkeeper on the San Diego Wave for years, and you completely dwarfed the man now cowering in front of you.
“Yeah, if I were you, I’d get out of here.” Kelley says from behind him, the man slipping from between you and the defender before scurrying out of the bar, your darkened Y/E/C orbs on him the entire way.
“Hey...”
Your attention is pulled away from the door when Alex steps into view, the woman looking noticeably regretful.
“I-I’m sorry...” She says, cupping your cheeks and you turn away with a frown.
You knew Alex had only started to flirt to get a rise out of you, but you couldn’t help but replay the man’s words in your head.
What if she WAS having second thoughts...?
You swirl the contents of your glass before downing it, slamming the tumbler down before you turn and make your way down the hall towards the restroom, your fiancé frowning.
Alex blows a raspberry as she takes your empty seat at the bar, her best friend turning towards her a brow arched.
“Well, THAT didn’t go as planned.” Alex sighs, tracing the rim of your empty glass.
Kelley huffs.
“Yeah, maybe you should go check on Y/N.” She says, nodding towards the bathroom, her eyes widening when she sees you slipping out the back door of the bar.
“Yeah, I will.” She says, moving to her feet and following after you, the woman’s breath hitching sharply when you press her against the brick wall of the bar’s exterior.
Alex’s blue orbs lock with your Y/E/C’s, a fire smoldering behind your eyes that makes her weak at the knees.
You surge forwards, pressing your lips hard against hers, your tongue pushing its way past her lips.
Alex moans as you hitch her leg up and around your waist as your kiss, your tongue dominating hers easily.
The forward is unable to stop a moan from tumbling out of her mouth as your hand sneaks up her dress and between her legs, your fingers tracing her slit through her panties before you draw relentless circles against her clit.
“Fuck.” She moans, wrapping her arms tightly around you as you work mercilessly between her legs.
Unsurprisingly, you were hard, the woman you loved moaning in your arms combined with the thrill of being caught made you harden rather quickly.
Alex’s brows furrow, the woman whining when your hand leaves the apex of her thighs, the woman now significantly wet, which is exactly what you wanted.
“The only thing you’re coming on is my cock.” You say, Alex's eyes widening when you undo your pants, pulling your zipper down slowly.
You tug your pants down slightly, enough for your erection to spring free, Alex eyeing it hungrily.
She spreads her legs allowing you to push her panties to the side before running your head between her lower lips, the woman sighing.
“Do you want to keep going?” You ask, stilling, waiting for your fiancé to give you the go ahead.
“Yes.” She nods rapidly, whimpering when you teasingly prod against her entrance.
“Just, let me know if you want to stop, okay?” You ask, earning a rapid nod, Alex’s arms slipping beneath your own, her hands splayed on your back.
In one swift motion, you thrust into her, the woman gasping loudly against your neck, her walls fluttering around you.
Alex groans as you cock your hips upwards, your member reaching places only you could reach.
“Who does this belong to...?” You ask, thrusting harder, Alex’s mouth agape as you thrust into her rapidly.
Alex’s mouth opens and closes, the woman unable to find her words as she bounces on your cock, the appendage slipping in and out of her rapidly.
“Whose is it, Alex?” You ask, thrusting up into her with authority, the woman moaning loudly as you slam into her roughly.
“It’s yours.” She moans, her nails digging into your back.
“Say it louder, whose pussy is this?” You ask, the woman bouncing erratically on your cock.
“It’s yours!” She yells, hooking a leg up around your waist, her breath hitching rapidly.
The woman comes undone on your cock, moaning loudly into your chest as she shakes in your hold, her walls clamping down around your member.
You thrust up into her, groaning when you too reach your climax, filling the woman with your seed.
She trembles in your hold as you kiss her neck, continuing to thrust gently until you both still.
You remain sheathed in her as you kiss her neck repeatedly, your nose running along her jawline before your lips find hers, the two of you kissing softly.
You kiss lazily for a minute or so before you part, the woman grunting when your member slips out of her, leaving a literal mess in her panties.
“I-I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You ask worriedly, fearful that you’d let your jealousy and anger get the best of you.
She shakes her head rapidly.
“No, exact opposite.” She laughs, and you exhale loudly, the breath you were holding finally releasing.
“Honestly, this was the outcome I wanted.” She smirks and you chuckle.
“Oh really?” You ask and she giggles.
“I guess I didn’t expect him to come on so strongly.” She mumbles and you snort.
“He ran away pretty quickly.” You chuckle, Alex ducking down to press sloppy kisses to your neck.
“What do you say we take this home?” She asks, nibbling on your pulse point.
She lets out a squeak when your hands run from the small of her back to her ass, giving it a squeeze.
“I like the sound of that.” You say, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips.
“We should PROBABLY tell Kelley we’re leaving.” She giggles against your lips, and you nod, the two of you making yourselves presentable before slipping back into the bar.
Kelley spots you from across the room, the woman rolling her eyes, her brows arched.
“Calling it a night?” She asks and you shrug apologetically.
“Something came up.” Alex says and Kelley snorts.
“Oh, I bet it did.” She laughs and your cheeks flush.
“You forgot your zipper.” She says, motioning to your pants, your flush deepening as you tug your zipper up.
Alex gives her a nudge as she takes your hand, dragging you towards the bar’s entrance.
Kelley rolls her eyes, the woman making her way out of the bar a few moments later, scoffing when she sees the two of you zipping out of the parking lot and down the road.
She shakes her head, mumbling to herself as she heads to her car.
The second the front door slammed shut behind you, the two of you are kissing, your clothes strewn along the floor as you fumble your way through the house and towards the bedroom.
You eventually reach the bed, depositing Alex, who you’d been carrying on its surface.
She crawls to the end of the bed, pushing herself up to her knees before shedding your boxers, taking your semi-hard cock in her hands.
“Fuck.” You grunt, tilting your head back as she lavishes your member with attention, stroking it until you’re fully erect.
Alex’s smirks devilishly as she leans in, her tongue running along your length.
“Shit.” You moan, the woman taking your head into her mouth.
You do your best to keep yourself from thrusting further into her mouth, the woman laying special attention to your head before taking the rest of your length into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down.
“Feels so good.” You groan, the woman taking nearly your entire member into her mouth, which was no small feat.
It isn’t long before she’s releasing your cock with a pop, the woman taking in some air before she’s back at it again.
Your thighs start to shake, your hips trusting slightly upward, pushing your cock further into her mouth.
“I-I’m gonna come.” You moan, groaning when Alex’s hands grab your ass, the woman pulling your hips forward, encouraging you to thrust into her mouth.
You stiffen moments later, groaning loudly as you come undone, Alex unwilling to let a drop of your release go anywhere besides down her throat.
She licks you clean, releasing your head with a slurp, the sound making your hips stutter.
“That was--” You pause, whimpering as you’re hit by what can only be described as an aftershock.
You whimper when she again takes you into your mouth, sure to catch the tiny bit of your release that had crept out.
Alex gasps when you push her backwards onto the bed, the woman shuffling upwards until her head hits the pillows at the head of the bed.
Thankfully, in your fumbling towards the bedroom, Alex had been completely stripped bare, no barrier between your hands and her skin.
Her hips arch off the bed as you trail down her body, your lips wrapping around one of her nipples as you give it a suckle, earning a whimper in response.
You work your way down her body, your tongue swiping at your lips when you reach your destination.
“Oh, Oh shit!” Alex cries out when you dive between her legs with no sense of hesitation, your tongue running along her slit before pushing your way between her lips, purposely avoiding her clit as you revel in her taste.
“You did a LOT of teasing tonight, Morgan.” You say, your eyes meeting hers, the woman visibly pouting.
“I think it’s time for payback.” You wink, again burying your face between her legs, the forward knowing she was in for a long night.
A bead of sweat ran down Alex’s face as you licked the apex of her thighs, the woman soaked and on the precipice of a powerful orgasm.
You’d indeed gotten your payback, continuing to work her up before pulling away from the apex of her thighs, the woman whining loudly each and every time.
It’s when you climb entirely on top of her that she groans.
“I-I’m so close, pl-please.” She stutters, her eyes glassy and you smirk, glancing between your bodies.
“Can you take me?” You ask as you run your head between her soaked lips, the woman moaning.
“Please.” She moans, wrapping her legs around you, her feet against your ass as she pulls you in, your head slipping into her tight heat.
“Fuck.” Alex sighs as you continue sliding into her until you bottom out, the woman’s walls fluttering rapidly around you.
“You’re gonna come so hard.” You comment as you give your hips a thrust, the woman’s mouth agape as you thrust into her.
Alex started to tremble, her eyes almost immediately rolling into the back of her head as she screams loudly, her orgasm ripping through her.
You continue your thrusts, the woman shuddering violently, her toes curling almost painfully as her walls clamp down around you.
Watching the woman, you wanted to marry have such a powerful orgasm throws your headlong into your own, your member buried deep inside her as your seed spurts from your tip making its home within her.
The two of you tremble, your muscles contracting as you hover over Alex, the woman blinking rapidly, in a complete state of bliss.
“God, that was so fucking good.” She says, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
You duck down, pressing a kiss to her lips, a kiss that immediately grows heated, your tongues tangling.
It’s only when Alex moans that you realize you were thrusting into her again, her walls warm and welcoming.
In one swift motion, your positions are switched, your eyes widening when you see Alex hovering over you, the woman sinking down onto your hard cock.
“Jesus.” You sigh, the woman’s tongue swiping at her lips, her brows furrowed as she lifts her hips before dropping them back down, your member sliding in and out of her tight heat.
She tilts her head back, gripping her breasts as she rides you, wanting to tumble over the edge at least one more time before the two of you collapse out of exhaustion.
You give her thighs a slap, the woman whimpering as you thrust your hips upwards, establishing a rhythm.
“S-So good.” Alex whispers, her movements quickly becoming irregular.
You thrust upwards as rapidly as you can, Alex eventually stiffening, a raspy moan crawling up her throat as she comes for a third time that night, her muscles contracting as she spasms.
You thrust roughly upwards, burying yourself in her as you too orgasm, Alex’s walls milking you for all you’re worth.
Alex collapses on top of you, your member slipping out of her, leaving a mess in its wake.
She presses a few tender kisses to your lips before burying her face in your neck, still attempting to catch her breath.
“That was...” She pauses, a grin stretching across your face.
“Incredible.” You pant and she giggles.
“Yeah.” She whispers against your neck, her hot breath dampening your already sweat covered skin.
“I guess I need to make you jealous more often.” She teases and you growl.
“You better not.” You mumble and she hums.
“I mean, if this is the outcome every time, I’ll have to flirt even harder.” She jests, yelping when you roll over on top of her.
“Don’t even think about it.” You say, giving her neck a playful nip.
Her hands make their way to your back, her fingers drawing small circles on the muscular expanse of your back.
“I’m thinking about it.” She giggles and you growl, giving her a bit of a harder bite.
“If you do, I’ll make sure you can’t walk next time.” You growl, pulling back to look in her blue orbs, the woman biting back a smile.
“Is that a promise?” She asks and you snort.
“Absolutely.”
It’s only a few weeks later that you make do on that promise, having your way with the woman in such a way that she has a noticeable shift in her normal walk, something that makes you smirk.
“I mean, I DID promise.” You say as you jog passed her at practice and she scoffs, swatting at you playfully.
“Shut up.”
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