Respected Rayner leaves Rams: 'Change was going to come'
Empty dug-out: there’s been no announcement of who is to take-over from long-standing manager Kevin Rayner in the Croydon Athletic dug-out
NON-LEAGUE NEWS: In his first interview since parting company with Croydon Athletic this week, former manager Kevin Rayner tells ANDREW SINCLAIR that he saw the changes coming, and reveals a further exit from the club
Despite their team playing well, a return…
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The sheer soulmatism of Lenore and Annabel fucks me up so bad everytime I think too hard about it okay sit down y’all.
The way they were immediately drawn to each other even though they had no memory of anything! No reason to immediately become so attached and protective and trusting! Not even death could part them, it’s almost like reincarnation in a way. The sins of living and the pain that comes with being alive washed away not by holy water but rather split blood, and in this new life they’re reborn into a blank, clean slate. Even in this memoryless ‘next lifetime’ they still choose each other without hesitation, without question, and I am on my knees sobbing.
The parallels of Annabel fainting! Annabel fainted when she learned that Lenore was actually alive, and Annabel also fainted when remembering how she died, and by extension, how Lenore died too (not related to soulmatism but in one scenario her lover caught her despite the injury, and in the other Lenore had no such hinderance but failed to catch Annabel regardless and that parallel kills me so softly). The soulmatism that is reacting the same exact way when you learned she lived vs remembering how she died, the soulmatism that the love is still the same. Oh how the love is still so tragically the same, crossing that threshold of death, despite the unhappy ending you shared. Annabel faints because it’s learning you have a second chance at love vs remembering how that same love was ripped away and I am no longer on my knees but laying facedown on the floor.
(The way Annabel looked at Lenore before collapsing in both scenes but with DRASTICALLY different vibes of disbelief like okay yeah sure, sure okay mhm just smash my ribs and rip my heart right out why don’t you?)
Now, NOW, the thing that truly ends me? The crazy red/blue symbolism these two carry.
Lenore is the embodiment of red. Her thoughts come in red print, as do the ribbons she was wrapped up in. Her fiery (pun intended), confident personality, her pure raging defiance rallying those around her. What’s more, Lenore’s anger and bared teeth is painted red the same way her love is, because red is not just the color of anger. Red is love, and Lenore, my god, she cares so openly about the people around her that her heart’s just painted bloody and brazen on her sleeve. Born from self-made infernos into the person she was always meant to be- flirty, quick-witted, taking what she wants when she wants- she is a young Montague wrapped up in her family’s house colors trailblazing down her own paths.
(But unlike dear Romeo who scaled a tree to look upwards towards Juliet on her balcony, Lenore was in a tree looking downwards at her counterpart, and this parallel is so important as the scene is clearly a Romeo/Juliet parallel but without the sweet sappiness but rather tension and just like, 1000x more interesting ‘can I trust you fr fr-ness’.)
Annabel is the embodiment of blue. Her thoughts come in blue print, and her ribbons are a deep blue to match. Blue is the color of calmness, and she seems so tranquil with a gentle yet firm confidence that puts people around her at ease. A natural born leader with such cool-headedness. Oh, but underneath that mask? Sadness. SO MUCH sadness, Annabel is an ocean of it, she’s a peaceful smile with a melancholic heart shot through. Young Capulet holds not pure innocence like her Juliet-counterpart but rather a deep rooted loneliness, like guys, Annabel is actually just so fucken SAD I think we really need to address this more yes she’s a total girlboss but also Annabel is the personification of hollowed out loneliness that comes with your beloved being ripped away from you.
This really got away from me, but my point?
Lenore, the embodiment of red, has blue eyes.
Annabel, the embodiment of blue, has red-adjacent eyes.
FORGET LAYING ON THE GROUND IN TEARS I AM CURRENTLY CLIPPING THROUGH THE FLOOR AND HEADING STRAIGHT GAY TO MY GRAVE IN THE BACKROOMS!!!
YOUR HONOR THEIR EYES ARE THE GODDAMNED COLORS OF THE OTHER’S MOTHERMARYFUCKING S O U L LIKE WHAT IN THE JESUS H CHRIST BUMBLEBY SOULMATISM IS T H I S S S⁉️⁉️⁉️
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Stormzy's football club parts with 2 managers after 5 games
Even Ken Bates or “Deadly” Doug Ellis, old-school football club owners notorious for sacking their managers with alacrity, never got rid of two at the same time.
Happier days: Lee Roots, left, with Athletic co-boss Kevin Rayner on his appointment last May
But that’s what international grime star Stormzy did this week, less than three months after his high-profile takeover of AFC Croydon Athletic…
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this shit is so Fucking cute man
[ID: two screenshots of the transcript of worlds beyond number's the witch: then and now.
the first one says:
Yeah, ten. Exactly ten.
[The cast all yellling "Ohhh" and "Oh my goodness!
Lou Wilson
This child succeeds!
Aabria Iyengar
Baby genius!
the second one says:
Brennan Mulligan
Give me one more wisdom.
Erika Ishii
Aiiee!
Lou Wilson
Come on, let's go, child.
Erika Ishii
Come on, come on, come on!
Lou Wilson
Let's go, child. Come on, child.
Erika Ishii
Twelve.
Lou Wilson
BOOM!
/end ID]
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warning. yandere themes. murder.
[backstabber] “i’ll do whatever it takes to protect you, y/n.”
as always, you didn’t take your new boyfriend as serious as he was.
that’s why, when you found minho standing over the dead body of your best friend, you seemed quite surprised.
“you fucking monster!” you screamed out at the top of your lungs, “she didn’t deserve this! nobody does!”
“she was talking bad about you behind your back,” he calmly stated, “i found out one day while watching her.”
minho kicked his shoe against the floor to get the blood off, huffing over it as if it were simply dirt. then he stepped closer.
“she’s a back stabber. so i stabbed her in the back,” he giggled as if your friends dead body was a joke.
“i told you that i would do anything to protect you.”
“minho, i didn’t know— this isn’t what you meant, right?”
it was when you reached for your phone that his nonchalant exterior disappeared.
he grabbed your wrist, throwing your phone onto the floor beneath you with full force, not bothering to watch the screen shatter.
“are you ever going to listen?” his free hand tilted your jaw to get a better view of the tears falling from your face, “do i need to make myself more clear?”
“i only have eyes for you,” he pressed himself against you, taking advantage over your frozen figure, “every breath you take. every move you make. every bond you break. every step you take. i’ll be watching you. i’ll be protecting you.”
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