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Opinion on Xabi Alonso becoming the new manager of Borussia Monchengladbach?
okay so i’m still trying to just get passed the shock of it and initially i was a bit wary, but now after a solid 90 min of thinking about it i’m kinda into the idea? i’m still not 100% convinced of it but i’m also well passed intrigued by now
If I may ask, how long has been that musical concept of yours a wip? What inspired it?
so i started conceptualizing the musical thingy um just a few days ago i think? it's really really recent aaaaa but the song 'Halos Lagi Nalang' (Almost Always The Same) first came into my head a few weeks ago. I started wondering if there was a possibility that my school would make us make our own original musical and if we would be able to pull it off. then i thought that since a big chunk of my class are queer students, what we would make would most likely be very very queer (mainly just to spite some of the conservative teachers here nevermind that um that is to be expected given that,,,it's a catholic school come on now). And that's how "Halos Lagi Nalang" aka a song that started out as some sort of a rant about the struggles faced by queer fili teens popped into my head fjjds and I wanted it to kinda sound like Before the Breakdown + Move on by Preston Max Allen (the songs are from We Are The Tigers and i suggest checking the show out if you haven't already cause it's legit good aaa watch the boot first though cause you will get spoiled by the soundtrack). I then realized by um a few days ago that I really wanted the whole thing to kinda be like PMA's carrie 2 musical (the concert is up on youtube go check it out) aka a musical that is very much a parody and pokes fun at itself and its source material a lot so woo that's how I started making up the thingy while doing math homework yay!
Ask game :) R E N, because its all interesting questions anyway <3
I see what you did there 😏😏😏
R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?
Fanfic writer: I have to say @manuelmueller is one of my biggest influences! I would never start writing fanfic again if it isn't for her, haha. And of course you too since you're the one who pushed me into expanding my own supernatural AU, so thanks dear ^^
Non fanfic writer: maybe JK Rowling! I know she's problematic and everything but it's still her who made me want to become a novelist back then
E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?
Hmm, which one of my fics you want me to write a sequel about? I wouldn't know how to answer this one if you didn't specify the title, kkk.
N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?
This one maybe? I love it and I know what to do with it but severe writer's block here 😭😭😭
Thanks for asking! 😊
fanfic ask game – ask away!
POV from the writing ask? :)
OK I MEAN THIS WORKED, AFTER ALL I JUST WROTE 500+ WORDS
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It’s freezing when Thomas slips through the door, out on the training pitch. He’s a bit early. If this was Bayern, he’d wait for the others, for Holger, Philipp or Bastian or the others, or even seek them out – but this is the DFB, and while many of his Bayern teammates are here, too, there are some people he’s not as familiar as.
One of them is their second goalkeeper.
Manuel Neuer, Schalke 04, is someone Thomas met only once, but the ‘keeper didn’t fail to leave an impression. Which, Thomas admits as he feels a grin tugging at his lips, is mostly due to the guy’s good looks.
Truthfully, Thomas had forgotten that he already thought so back when they played against each other, but being faced with him again last night, tilting his head up ever so slightly to look at light blonde hair, rosy cheeks and clear, bright blue eyes, it had come back to him.
Manuel is insanely pretty.
It’s not often that Thomas is instantly attracted to people, but he can’t deny it this time around. So it’s no wonder, really, that once he noticed Manuel stepping out on the pitch, wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to preserve some of the warmth, Thomas decided to follow him.
After all, they’ve not even been official introduced – and with someone as good-looking and seemingly kind as Manuel, Thomas won’t have that.
It takes maybe thirty seconds to cross the pitch to where Manuel is already standing by the goalposts, blinking up at the sky. At first, he doesn’t notice Thomas, and then looks stunned as their eyes meet.
Thomas feels his grin widen.
“Servus. We haven’t had the pleasure yet, I believe?”
Manuell blinks, the first rays of sun shining upon his hair, giving it a golden glow, his eyes wide.
Somehow, and Thomas wonders how that’s even possible, he looks even more beautiful than before. Manuel doesn’t answer for a while, but Thomas isn’t bothered. Despite what everyone else would say, he knows when to give people space to talk, so it’s only when Manuel seems to get lost in his thoughts that he tilts his head.
Manuel clears his throat.
“Yeah, um. Manuel Neuer. Manu.”
Goodness, how can a grown man be this adorable.
“I know. You’re hard to miss, really, what with that tall, blond and handsome thing you’ve got going on and the name you’re making for yourself in the league – I’m Thomas.”
Okay, that’s maybe a bit more information than he wanted to give, and once more Thomas curses his brain-to-mouth filter and the lack of its existence. After all, he doesn’t want to scare Manuel off with his blatant flirting – and for now, the ‘keeper does look a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. To make matters worse, Thomas only just realizes that he’s thrown Manuel a wink alongside with his words.
But then, Manuel doesn’t sneer, doesn’t look confused or disturbed. No, Manuel blushes, and Thomas can’t help himself.
“Oh, but aren’t you’re a cute one,” he quips before he has time to regret it, before turning around on his heels, walking over to where the rest of the squad have started to gather.
NO EXCUSES WRITING MEME
okay so there are kinda two parts to this: hütter as the gladbach coach and how gladbach made the move for him as coach
on hütter as a coach: obviously hütter has been really impressive as a coach in the past couple seasons. i haven’t really watched enough frankfurt matches to know if stylistically he’s a good fit, but i do think there are some similarities between gladbach and frankfurt and hütter could really succeed with gladbach.
now on how gladbach got hütter: firstly, i’m really... not a fan of how they announced it right before gladbach plays frankfurt. generally i prefer it when things are made official over when you just have constant rumors, but i think the timing of it is also important and the same way dortmund announcing rose was unsettling for gladbach, especially given that gladbach and dortmund were about to play each other in the pokal, this is gonna be unsettling for frankfurt and i really feel for them on that. i’m also not into the reported €8 mil fee that gladbach have to pay for him? like that’s a lot for a club of gladbach’s size, especially when you’re dealing with over a year of lost ticket revenue and you’re looking at a season without money from european competition.
anyway that was all very long but i’m just very :/ about it
For the emotional prompts :) Terror, 15, Nule
TERROR 15: “Whatever you do, don’t open your eyes.”
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The horrifying crack that’s the sound when a football boot hits bone will never be something any player ever gets used to. Alex has heard it before, they all have – but as his eyes grow wide, horrified by the events he’s witnessing from his place on the bench, this time twists so much deeper in his stomach, because the player being hit is Nikki.
His Nikki.
Alex sees him fall like a big tree that has been cut down, a force of nature; but the only thing that matters to him is the emotions, the fear, the pain so evident in his gentle features.
He doesn’t even attempt to stop the noise that escapes his throat only milliseconds after the incident, loud and crackling like lightning striking wood. It doesn’t sound remotely human, but Alex doesn’t care, not when the blood starts gushing out of his boyfriend’s knee – his problem knee – like water flowing through a stream, staining the turf red.
Alex has reached him even before the paramedics do, but after quickly cradling Nikki’s face in his hands, watching his boyfriend trying to reach out for him as he flickers out of consciousness, he’s up on his feet again, rage taking over.
Afterwards, he can’t really recall what happened after that. Only that he finds Manu and Sven yanking him back by his shoulders, two hands gloved and two hands bare pulling him away from their opponent’s central striker, who probably, if his fellow ‘keepers hadn’t stopped him, would be sporting more than a black eye by now.
Manu’s talking into his ear, trying to calm him down, but Alex can feel his blood still roaring in his ears. It doesn’t stop when the referee shows him a red card for his actions – but it doesn’t affect him further either. Instead, he turns around, just catching the last glimpse of the paramedics carrying Nikki out on a stretcher. Being sent off anyway, he now is allowed to rush after him.
Technically. Probably.
Honestly, he doesn’t give a shit.
Some staff member sends him a confused look as he rushes to the dressing room as fast as he can, telling the paramedics to wait for him – he’ll ride in that ambulance if he’ll have to pay another fine or not.
They have to wait for the ambulance for about ten minutes. The paramedics and the team doctors are still all bowed over Nikki’s knee, but Alex is holding his hand. At this point, no one is asking any questions as to why, so it’s Alex who is there when Nikki, slowly blinks his eyes open, letting out a little cry of pain immediately.
Alex clutches his hand tighter, lifting it to pressing a kiss on it.
“Hey there, baby bean. How are you feeling?”
Nikki barely manages to crack a smile.
“Shitty. Fuck, babe, it hurts.”
Alex thumbs over the back of his hand. “I know, Bean. I’m so sorry. It will be okay. You’ll be okay.”
God, he knows how much this will frustrate Nikki. This is not his first dance, and they both know that this time it will take even longer to heal – and who knows what else might be fucked up. But they have the best doctors there are, and they will manage. They will, right? Alex doesn’t even want to think about what will happen if they don’t.
“How bad is it?” Nikki’s voice is small, almost broken, and Alex’ heart aches. Quickly, he glances down the hallway, but there’s no one else there, no cameras, no journalists, so he lifts his free hand, caressing his boyfriend’s cheek.
His boyfriend doesn’t do well with seeing blood. Not even when it’s a little drop, though he always manages to overplay it well. But now, with his knee split open … yeah, that would be an issue. So, Alex squeezes his hand, trying to send him an encouraging smile.
“If they make you sit up, whatever you do, don’t open your eyes. Don’t look down, okay?”
Nikki winces. “That bad, huh?” He throws his left arm over his eyes, crying out again when they start cleaning the wound.
Alex scoots closer up to him, his hand not stopping its caresses.
“I’ll be there for you, Bean. Always.”
He gets a pained half-smile in response.
“I hope you left a hair on the other guy.”
Alex scoffs. Damn his cute centre-back and how well he knows him already. He’s not used to it, to being so well known; especially not after only half a year of relationship. But yet, it feels incredible. Special. Comforting. He looks down at Nikki, the tenseness in his broad shoulders, his warm smile, his eyebrows drawn together in pain and his eyes still sparkling.
God, he loves him.
Then, a grin tugs at Alex’ lips.
“Well, he was still walking when Manu and Sven pulled me away.”
And despite the pain, Nikki chuckles, gently squeezing Alex’ hand right back.
Alex never wants to stop hearing it.
emotional prompts – closed!
wip game: invisible
Thomas raises both his eyebrows. They’re basically invisible on his tanned skin, but Manu knows they’re coarse to the touch, gently sloped like tiny little crescents.
send me a word and I’ll post the latest sentence from the Fabiverse WIP using it!
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Thank youuuu bestieeeee 😍😍😍😍
