will you halt this eclipse in me?

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[kaliforniahigh]

Hello and welcome to my blog! My name is Kali (she/her), I'm 27, and sometimes I like to write. You can find my masterlists below.

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Bad Omens The Last of Us

[kaliforniahigh]

every time I see someone calling Michele "grandma" my lifespan shortens drastically

[kaliforniahigh]

Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do 😂 I'll unmute when this all finally passes lol

[didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback]

the way english-language based media (especially in the USA) glaze michele kang is so blatant and disgusting. 🥴

but yes please tell me how kang is growing women’s football and “taking care of players” by:

releasing the “homegrown” players who helped the club be promoted to the wsl

firing the manager who helped the club be promoted to the wsl and reach mid level status

side lining the “star” players like asllani (who joined the club when it was in the championship) for big, splashy signings

holding the announcement of its biggest signing in new york city without any connection to the home ground and fanbase

meanwhile, other teams in both the french and english leagues are losing funding right and left and being dismantled 🧐

for anyone who has worked in the corporate world, this is what it feels like when private equity/venture capital takes over a company 💀 so let’s not be naive about what this is all about 🤷‍♀️

[kaliforniahigh]

-1000 aura points, sorry Alexia 😭

[kaliforniahigh]

Three years?? Yep, so much for not facing Barça. Kang clearly wants Alexia there when they play in the UWCL.

On another note, feeling bitter about this all over again. So no more social media for me for the day.

[kaliforniahigh]

What's more embarrassing? Trump contacting FIFA and "asking to review" the red card on Balogun, or former USWNT players actually celebrating this bullshit decision? Absolutely distasteful.

[kaliforniahigh]

I fear Alexia's level of cuntiness decreases little by little every time I remember she plays for London City now lol

She's serving the most beautiful face as per usual, though.

[alloftheimagines]

⊹₊ abby anderson | immune | ch. 16 ₊⊹

SERIES MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

words: 1.9k warnings: 18+. MINORS DNI. fem!reader, canon-typical trauma. angst and references to reader's imminent death which may or may not be happening in a couple chapter's time. so much angst. synopsis: time has run out as you and abby finally reach the fireflies, and she must face the fact that maybe she has already lost you.

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an: i just wanted to say thank you so so much if you are here to read this after sooooo long of waiting. i forgot how much i loved this story but i have remembered and i'd really like to get to the finish line with it. that said, this chapter might be pants because 1. we are in a heatwave and i am dying and 2. it's been so long that i had to remind myself of a lot of things and maybe forgot some stuff too! this is probably anti-climactic, but reader is gonna meet doctor roe next chapter! promise! and also there will be lev!

Abby isn’t sure she can do it. Her fists are clenched around the steering wheel, grip growing painfully tighter with every mile the two of you get closer to the Firefly base, until her sweaty palms are practically melded to the worn leather.

And yet she keeps going, your words whirling in her brain over and over. I was dead when you met me. 

You have accepted your fate. Why can’t she?

It isn’t that harrowing statement that stops her from taking you away — and she has considered it a million times over now. Taking a different road, one out of California, never looking back. You’d kick and scream and fight, you’d hate her, but you’d be alive. It disgusts her to imagine abandoning Lev, abandoning her father’s mission, leaving behind the last flicker of hope that got her here, and yet she replays it on loop in her mind because it's the only place she can keep you alive. 

No, it’s the disdain you’d shown for her when you realised that she was trying to talk you out of it back at the beach. Your face had contorted into something unrecognisable, your eyes - the warmest she’d ever known - suddenly so cold she’d shivered. In trying to keep you, she has lost you already. 

Worst of all is that you were right. It was supposed to be your decision. Not a few days ago, she’d made it a point to enforce that, only to twist your autonomy in a desperate effort to convince you to stay. She’d been a lot of things before, but never fickle, never manipulative. 

Perhaps she has lost herself, too. 

As the mainland Firefly base comes into view, a cluster of salt-bleached buildings on Dana Point’s coastline where the boats are watched over from the tower, it’s almost impossible for Abby to keep her foot on the gas. 

She gulps, gaze flickering over to you, imagining that, in the stifling silence you’d both been wrapped in, you might have changed your mind. 

Instead, your back stiffens with determination, eyes blank, empty. It confirms what she already knows: there will be no more talking you down. 

Abby bites her lip to keep from begging, tears welling so quickly that the dusty road blurs. She slows to a stop before the steel gates, where the Firefly emblem has been painted onto the rusting steel, the black dribbling down to the concrete. In seconds, they’re clanging open, revealing the docks, illuminated by the glaring spotlights of a watchtower. They seem to stare at her accusingly, like they know, and she shields her eyes on her way inside.

Winding down her window, she dips her head to the Fireflies that greet her in acknowledgement, stomach churning so roughly she isn’t sure she’ll survive the boat ride without hurling. Some of the guards cast you curious glances that make her hackles rise. All Roe told them was that you’re a transfer from Fort Worth, someone whose skills would be put to better use here. The doctor had made it clear that nobody outside of her circle can know about the cure lest it doesn’t work out. Not even the Fireflies can survive another failed attempt at hope.

“Are you sure?” Abby whispers right before she reaches the docks, because she has to. She convinces herself that if she sees even a waver of uncertainty, she’ll turn around now, find a way to get Lev under the cover of darkness tonight, and take you both far, far away from all of this. 

But there is no waver. There’s nothing at all. For the first time since she met you, all she sees is the husk everybody else believes you to be, battered on the outside and empty on the inside. 

She worries that those devastating words you said at the beach will be the last memory she has of your voice when all this is done, and then reminds herself that Roe has no intention of snatching you away so quickly. She has research planned. Abby could have weeks with you, yet. More if she tells Roe about your connection to the infected.

Only, you might not give them to her. You may never want to see her again. You might die tomorrow, or in a week, or in a month, without so much as a goodbye. She’d deserve it, too, especially if she makes more choices for you. 

This is her last chance to change things.

“I won’t tell Roe.” It comes out thick and cracked, mouth filled with bitter-tasting cotton. “About the infected. About how you…”

In her periphery, she sees you recoil, like you can’t bear to even think of that night the infected stopped when you screamed for them to. 

“Okay,” you say. 

That’s it. The car pulls to a stop, and she knows there isn’t a single thing she can do to get you back now. The clouds hang heavy on the horizon ahead as she parks by the watchtower, driving her teeth into the inside of her cheek to keep all of her anguish, all of her pleas, all of her grief, from spilling out. 

When you step out of the car, slamming the door without a single glance, Abby yanks the keys from the ignition and hunches over, lungs burning, stomach cramping, bones shuddering. In the back of the truck, Austen whines like he knows he's about to lose something, too. 

Your time together has been unspooling since the moment she laid eyes on you, and she can feel the end of the thread slipping through her fingers — second by second, metre by metre.

And all she can ever do is watch.

She gets out as soon as her legs feel capable of bearing weight again, helping Austen out of the truck bed. The boatman, Eddie, waits with a rifle under his arm, raising a wary brow at the mongrel at Abby’s feet. 

“Good to see you back, Abby,” he states, though he doesn’t look the least bit like he means it, upper lip curling as Austen pees on the side of the truck tyre. “You brought back a friend.”

“Austen,” you supply. “He’s a good dog. Just a little malnourished.”

“He’s, uh…” His eyes widen when he looks at you. Abby recognises fear in them, made more pronounced when he lingers on the bite poking out of your sleeve. She clenches her teeth, silently daring him to stare. She hasn’t been so quick to anger in a while, but she’s itching for a reason to lash out. 

But then his attention tears back to her, jaw squaring. “You know we can’t take him to base. Not if you don’t know where he came from.”

She had known. Strays were a liability, usually more work than they were worth with the kennel’s limited resources. They only had a few, and they were bigger and fiercer than Austen ever would be. 

But like hell is she going to leave him here. She couldn’t do that to you. Not now.

“I think you can make an exception.” Her tone leaves no room for argument.

“I don’t think—”

“She’s about to donate her body, her life, to Roe’s science. If she wants the dog, she gets the damn dog."

She feels you watching her and longs to know what expression you must wear: gratitude, or more of that disgust? 

Either way, Eddie’s shoulders sag in resignation. “All right, fine. Just hope he's not seasick. You both ready to go?”

“Absolutely,” you say without even an ounce of hesitation. 

It fractures her all over again, to watch you turn your back to her. Watch you walk toward the boat, Austen trailing behind. So eager to let go, so eager to reach the end like she’d never meant anything at all.

As she follows, she finds herself wondering if she imagined all of it: the heavy magnets thrusting the two of you together, the spine-tingling want, the kissing, the sex, the fear of losing you, the desperation to make you stay. She left these docks ten days ago detached and eager to get this over with, believing herself too broken to ever even consider falling for someone again. She’s returned changed. Everything she believed — about herself, about her dad, even about his killer — has crumbled. 

Because the cure, the Fireflies, were never the light she was searching for, and it’s like you’ve burnt off her protective layers, left her raw and exposed. She’d been wrong before. She hadn’t been broken, then. This was broken.

The worst part: she can’t bring herself to regret any of it. 

Soon, the three of you are sailing from the watchtower, choppy waves doing nothing to ease the roiling inside of Abby. Eddie continues to glance at you, over and over, whenever his attention isn’t needed on the ever-looming island ahead. You’re leaning over the railing, drinking in every lap of the ocean against the boat like it might be the last time you can. 

Because it is the last time you can. 

Abby can’t watch you become a memory anymore, not when Austen licks your cheek and draws out a smile that cracks through her like lightning, so she joins Eddie by the control system, shivering against the harsh, icy spray whipping through her clothes. 

“We were worried, for a minute, that you wouldn’t make it back,” Eddie says, shouting to be heard over the wind. “Well, I was. Roe didn’t doubt you for a second.”

“We ran into a little car trouble.” It’s the most explanation she ever plans to give. She wants the last few days to remain yours and hers, even the worst parts. 

He nods, glancing over his shoulder at you again. 

Abby grinds her teeth. “You plan to stop ogling her anytime soon?”

“I’m not ogling.” His flush betrays his lie, and he snaps his head back to the tiller. “What, I’m not allowed to be a little fascinated by the girl who might just save humanity?”

“She’s a person, not a fucking spectacle.”

“She’s as close as we’re ever gonna get to a saviour.”

Electricity skitters across the back of her neck, those words reminding her of Cal and his sickening devotion to you. For the first time, she wonders if the Fireflies aren’t so different than him and his twisted little cult. They believe, like he did, that one woman’s martyrdom might wipe away the infection. 

Her bitten fingernails bite down into her palms, and she turns, using the railing as support — only to pause when she realises you’re watching. You heard the whole thing, and it’s left you wan. 

Is this really what you want? she wants to ask. Is this really who you want them to make you?

Oblivious, Eddie keeps going. “What’s it matter to you, anyway? You should be grinning from ear to ear right about now. When everyone finds out you’re the one who brought the cure here, you’re gonna be a fucking hero, just like your dad.”

But her dad probably didn’t feel like his insides were disintegrating when he tried to save the world. Or maybe he did. Maybe he was just braver, stronger, because he went ahead with it anyway.

Or maybe, like everyone else who surrounds Abby, he was too blinded by hope to acknowledge the pound of flesh needed to buy it. The blood it would leave on his hands. 

She had never, ever questioned him like this before. He was a hero, her hero, and he was murdered in cold blood. 

But what if he wasn’t? What if he was only murdered before he could murder? Because he intended to murder? What if Joel Miller’s blood hadn’t been cold at all? What if he’d just wanted to keep the person he loved alive, the way Abby…

She grips the railing tighter, swallowing back the acid in her throat. It burns too painfully for her to tell Eddie the truth: that she has never been a hero. 

If this is what heroism looks like, she never wants to be.

⊹₊

⤷ CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

[kaliforniahigh]

Can't believe I'm reading another chapter of Immune 😭😭

They're breaking my heart, but I love them so much

[kaliforniahigh]

“Money was the only reason”, are you guys actually that stupid. You know she could have gotten more in Mexico no?

Money obviously plays a part but if it was the only reason then she could have gotten to Lyon, nwsl, top wsl clubs. No she clearly also wanted to stay close to her family and avoid Barca.

You know sometimes I wish she did go to one of those just to annoy all you dense people.

Did you guys actually followed how her extension happened in 2024 or not? And how she is as a person and what she cares about. If you did you would see that it is not “only about money” lol

She didn't go to another club because she was supposed to go to LCL from the very beginning? Y'all need to understand there was never "another club" lol

And why are you guys acting as if I'm calling her a monster for going somewhere she's going to get a lot of money? There is literally nothing wrong with that?

You guys were saying she's entitled to go somewhere she would get paid the money she deserves, and when she does that, you get mad at me for pointing it out?

If the money wasn't the main incentive, why was Maria Tikas arguing with people on X about it? Football is a business, guys, it's not butterflies and rainbows.

[kaliforniahigh]

Does Maria Tikas know thats it's ok to say the decisive factor was actually the salary and being the highest payed player?

She looks dumb arguing with people on X. Reports have been emphasizing that LCL has the most LUCRATIVE offer amongst the others since forever.

The argument "I didn't leave the club of my because of money" is just so 😴😴

The other factors are just a mere coincidence.

[astrodickology]

My Kink is being right and that’s why I’m turned on all the time

[kaliforniahigh]

Alexia probably hesitated a long time before making her decision, but yes going to LCL has been on her mind for a while. And honestly even tho I hate it, I can’t blame her, it makes perfect sense.

And the people saying that Kang is trying to destroy Barca, she may be trying but the only way she would be able to do that is if Barca itself fucked up. There are so many things she will never be able to do. Barca has so many incredible talent that truly only Barca and their direction of the women’s team can fuck it up.

Barça should've never offered that 2+1 contract to begin with. They should've handled her return from injury better.

They should've done a lot of things, but they didn't. I just wish people would accept once and for all that Alexia is 100% going to LCL. These other rumors are just a smokescreen.

[kaliforniahigh]

Alexia has probably decided going to LCL months ago. Just like she knew she was leaving Barça at the beginning of the season.

Do not waste y'all's neurons theorizing the possibility of her going anywhere else.

[fairycosmos]

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

[kaliforniahigh]

Feeling like a victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time

[kaliforniahigh]

Like it or not, teams will need to adapt to the Michelle Kang era, and simply do better and get money out of their pockets if they want to retain talent 🤷🏼‍♀️

She has offers from Lyon, LCL and Arsenal. Lyon and LCL are both owned by Kang.