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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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Protective Mamas and cuddle time (Kellex x Little!Reader)

Request: More kellex x little reader? Maybe reader gets badly injured and kellex takes care of her?

Author’s Note: IDK how i feel about this one honestly. Im going to apologize because I don’t think it’s really on par with the others, but i hope you guys enjoy it. It me up with questions and asks because they're super motivating.

You took a deep breath, wiping the sweat away from your forehead, your eyes glued to the opposite of the field where Kelley and Abby had just stripped Jessie Fleming of the ball.

Canada was always a particularly difficult and physical opponent and today was no exception. Your kit was stained green from the number of times you had already hit the ground and it wasn’t even halftime yet.

Kelley looked up at you, and you nodded in response, beginning to casually move upfield and away from your defender. You watched for a second, waiting for the signal, and once you saw it, you took off upfield.

Your defender was too far behind, and completely confused by your sudden change in direction. You glanced over your shoulder just as Kelley crossed a beautiful ball right towards you.

It seemed to float over you. You probably could have waited 3 seconds for it to land right at your feet, but you wanted to prove a point. You wanted to show off a little. You rushed forward and leaped for it.

*****

You were very confused and entirely unsure of how you had gotten yourself into this position. You blinked up at the sky groaning. The light hurt your eyes. It was mean for the sun to interrupt your nap. That was why your mommies always made sure to close the blinds. They never made you wake up to bright lights.

You tried to move your arm to cover your eyes, only to have it stopped by a warm hand.

“Hey babe, you need to stay still alright?” Alex said, her face appearing upside down in your line of sight.

Her face seemed to sway above you and the headache kicked in. It felt like you were falling, even though you were pretty sure you were laying on the ground.

It was terrifying.

“Wha appended?” You tried to ask. Your eyebrows furrowed at how slurred it sounded and how difficult it was for you to get them out.

Alex brought her hand to your cheek, lightly running her finger along your lips. She could tell you were slipping. “Shh babydoll,”

You tried in vain to lean into her touch, to wiggle just a little to be closer to her. Just the little movement caused pain to flare up in your hand and all the way down your side. Kelley also appeared above you, gently pushing your shoulders to keep you on the ground.

“Mama, it hurt,” You whined, tears coming to your eyes as you again tried to sit up and squirm away from the medic who was now kneeling on your other side.

“I know, but you gotta let Lena help you,” Kelley said, carefully pinning the arm next to her on the ground so you didn’t try to bat the medic’s hand away like you had last time. You whined loudly.

She shared a look with Alex. The team didn’t like to share who exactly amongst them was little with the world. It helped them to protect you and maintain some form of privacy. With you dropping, there was a good chance it could have the rest of the littles on the team dropping too (a disastrous situation that they would very much like to avoid).

Your girlfriends also didn’t like that you were in enough pain to send you crashing down into little space either. You were a tough cookie, so it had to be pretty bad.

“Hey Y/n can you tell me where it hurts?” The green-eyed medic asked softly, using the voice she would use if her own little one was hurt.

You squinted. Your ability to verbalize your thoughts was slowly dwindling as you sank deeper into little space.

Alex ran her thumbs over your cheek again, trying to help you stay grounded enough to answer. “Come on babydoll, you gotta tell her so she can help you,” Kelley added, rubbing your arm.

“My head an my tummy,” You mumbled.

Lena nodded at you, very carefully lifting up your shirt to take a peek at the bruised skin. She shook her head at your girlfriends and motioned to Vlatko that you were definitely gonna need to be subbed off the field. “Ok kiddo, we’re gonna get you off the field and get you all fixed up alright?”

“Mama come?” you asked as they loaded you onto the stretcher, still very out of it.

“Mama and mommy have to stay here, but Aunt Becky is gonna go to the back with you while we get you checked out,” Kelley said, kissing your forehead, and brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

It wasn’t even halftime yet and the team only had 3 subs to use. All three of you couldn’t leave the field, no matter how much Alex and Kelley wanted to go with you.

“Otay,” You said, your voice very far away.

“We’ll come to check on you right after we finish,” Alex added as they moved you off the field.

Both women watched you go, shaking their heads to try and get themselves back into game mode instead of worried mama mode. Big you wouldn’t be happy if they lost because you had to get taken off the field.

****

“Alright darling, let’s get you all comfy,” Kelley said, opening the hotel room door and holding it so Alex could carry you inside.

The game had ended with two more goals (one by Alex and another by Christen) both of which happened to go right past the defender whose sloppy playing had gotten you taken off the field. And the ride back to the hotel had been quiet and uneventful. Frankly, the hardest part was getting you cleaned up and changed out of your practice kit and into something a little more comfortable for the bus.

You had tried to be cooperative (a testament to how much pain you were in) but between the nausea from your concussion and your bruised ribs you weren’t that much help. Though the skin-on-skin contact in the shower had soothed you a little.

“Baba?” You asked sleepily into your mommy’s shoulder, lisping around the pacifier in your mouth.

“Yeah babydoll, we’ll get you a bottle,” Alex hummed, kissing the crown of your head and sitting on the edge of the bed.

It was rare that you were this little. You usually hovered around 3 and a half or 4, and typically preferred sippy cups to bottles. They didn’t mind you were younger today, it made you more cuddly.

“Alright kiddo, Batman or Nasa?” Kelley asked softly, swatting in front of you and Alex, holding up both sets of footy pajamas. Little you hated to sleep in sweats.

You peeked out from your mommy’s shoulder, squinting at your choices. The NASA one was cool, it had a little hood that looked like a space helmet, but the Batman one had a cape.

“Batman,” You mumbled after a few seconds, going back into your favorite hiding spot. Your girlfriends shared an indulgent smile.

Alex gently rubbed your back, before bringing a hand up to carefully remove you from her neck. “Batman it is, let’s get you changed,”

You tensed but allowed her to coax you back out. You let out a low whine as Alex helped you turn around in her lap. That whine got more insistent when Kelley encouraged you to lift up your hips so she could bet your sweats off. The small movement caused your ribs to ache and burn. You wiggled away from the pain, only making it worse.

“Easy baby,” Alex said into your ear, a hand moving to rub little circles on your belly to help calm you. They both waited for you to stop squirming before they very quickly finished helping you change. “there we go,” Alex hummed as Kelley finished pulling up the zipper and passed you your favorite stuffed dinosaur.

“You cuddle with mommy and I’ll get you your bottle,” Kelley said, lightly throwing your cape over your face and earning a little giggle (followed by a whine when it hurt your ribs to laugh as a glare from Alex).

“Uddle wit mommy,” you nodded, letting Alex maneuver you back to get under the covers and into a more comfortable cuddling position.

Alex smiled softly at you, helping you to tuck yourself back into her taller form and get Roary situated next to you before pulling up one of your favorite movies on the television- Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

Kelley rolled her eyes at the opening chords of the movie. The three of you had watched it so much that she could probably (and would probably because you liked it) quote the whole thing word for word. She pulled the bottle of milk from the microwave, shaking it and testing it on her wrist to make sure it wasn’t too hot.

“There you go darling,” Kelley said, hanging you the bottle and climbing into the bed next to you. You shifted a little, making sure that both you and Roary were comfortable (and that he wasn’t blocking your view).

“Tank you,” You murmured, proud that mommy didn’t have to nudge you to remember your manners.

“You’re welcome,” Kelley smiled, kissing your forehead. You wiggled again, and Alex rolled her eyes. Trying to keep you still for the next however many weeks was going to be a nightmare.

“Shh, baby just relax. We’ll take care of you,” Alex said, helping you shift and bring her hand to the back of your neck. She rubbed little circles onto the skin and very gently combed her fingers through your baby hairs.

It only took her a few minutes to have your head dropping further into Kelley’s shoulder and your eyes slipping shut.

“Wove mama and mommy,” You said already half asleep, lisping around your pacifier.

“We love you too baby,” They said together. They loved you more than anything and they were going to make sure you didn’t rush your recovery.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #kellex x reader #kellex imagine

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maskedinstructor · 2 years

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Black Education in America- The Storytellers

Total Enjoyment!!!

I was just wondering ...” Are you enjoying television as much as I am?”. The most exciting, daring and creative storytellers have appeared on the scene. This time, reminds me of those boisterous and crazy days when I was a teenager, That was the era of the all-stars. The Fania All-Stars reigned over all of the Salsa World. When I speak of master musicians, I am talking about Johnny Pacheco, Willie Colon, Celia Cruz, Ray Barretto, Cheo Felciano. In Jazz, there were countless musicians who stepped out of conventional practice and spent sometime recording with their friends and colleagues. The results were spectacular. John Coltrane, Miles Davis, Charlie Parker, Red Garland, Horace Silver, Sonny Rollins, Ahmad Jamal, Mycoy Tyner, Bobby Timmons, Elvin Jones, ,Art Blakey, they were and are killer musicians who made you laugh, cry, think and dance as they created something original and new or embellished songs of the past. Glorious times. Made you wanna shout. Why don’t we do that in literature...story telling?

I am feasting on the inventions of Taylor Sheridan...Yellowstone, 1883, 6666 and Mayor of Kingstown. These are marvelous works of art. I wonder what would be created if we invited some of the All -Stars in the craft to sit for a moment and create a work or pieces in collaboration with other giants. If they can do it in music. why not in literature?

Here is my list of all stars... some 20 people.

Martin Scorsese, Larry David, Norman Lear, Ryan Murphy, JJ Abrams, Aaron Sorkin, Vince Gilligan, David Kelley, Jenji Kohan and of course, Taylor Sheridan

Tyler Perry, Antoine Fuqua, Shonda Rhimes, Issa Rae, Lena Waithe, Kenya Barris, Ryan Coogler, Lee Daniels, Steve McQueen, Courtney Kemp Agboh.

What a lesson this would be for the children of America!!!!

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gamergirl929 · 4 years

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I’ll Always Be Here To Bring You Back (Hope Solo x Reader)

@lena-t-oxton Request: Love your fics, they have kept me going through quarantine. Can I request plz a Hope Solo fic with a buff reader who has come back from the military. Reader acts tough and sassy for a while, messes around with the team, yet is broken on the inside. She has a ptsd attack in from of the Uswnt when something happens (I will let you decide, could be a firework or someone jumping on her back.), Hope helps her through it. Thank you so much ily!

I was to be like 100% clear, I did a LOT of research for this story, but I am in no way a medical professional, I am not, well versed in PTSD and did the best I could with what information I could find, I just hope you all enjoy it!

Trigger Warning: PTSD, Mentions of blood.

“Have you see the new trainer?” Emily whispers as she makes a beeline for the team, hazel orbs wide.

“Uhhh no... Why?” Lindsey snorts and Emily ducks down behind Hope, one of the goalie's perfect brows arched.

“Listen, you scare me, but the new trainer looks like she could eat us all for breakfast.” She peeks around Hope.

“No one is eating me for breakfast.” Hope scoffs, blue orbs widening when she spots you making your way towards them, Vlatko Andonovski at your side, but you easily tower over the man.

“BREAKFAST.” Emily whispers in terror and Hope smirks.

You weren’t just tall, you were incredibly well built, your muscle tee straining around your biceps.

The sun glints off what Hope can see is a pair of dog tags around your neck and briefly wonders what your position in the military was, most likely a Drill Sergeant.

“Girls, I’d like you to meet Y/N Y/L/N, she’s our newest trainer.” Vlatko smiles slapping your back and you smirk.

“It’s nice to meet you all, but I hope you’re ready...” You arch a brow and Emily squeaks, peeking out from behind Hope.

You snort, your arms crossing across your chest, it’s then that your eyes lock with Hope Solo’s a smirk stretching across your face.

“I’m sure we can handle whatever you throw our way.” The goalie smirks back and your brows arch.

The team watches as you take a step towards the goalie, a good few inches above her head.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll see Ms. Solo.”

The team’s heads are on a swivel as they look back and forth between the two of you.

“Yeah, we will.”

***

Surprisingly, you weren’t as terrifying as you seemed, a bit on the brazen side, funny, but still large and incredibly intimidating.

“COME ON LADIES, THIS ISN’T A FUCKIN’ NURSERY SCHOOL, LET’S GO.”

“You were a drill sergeant, weren’t you?” Your eyes widen when you turn, smiling softly at an incredibly sweaty, red faced Hope Solo.

“Why? Does it show?” You smirk and she rolls her eyes.

“You did just say, ‘this isn’t a fucking nursery school’.” She quotes and you snicker.

“Hey, made the recruits do what I needed them to do.” You nod towards the players, Emily swallowing hard when your eyes lock with hers.

You wince when you see her ankle contort at a strange angle, and you leave Hope to go towards her, kneeling down beside her, her teammates following suite.

You examine her ankle with a sigh, the woman wincing when your Y/E/C orbs lock with hers.

“You know you don’t have to be afraid of me.” You give her a shy smile and one of her hazel orbs crack open.

“Wait, you aren’t going to literally rip my leg off and beat me with it?” She asks, earning a flick on the ear from Kelley.

You shake your head.

“I didn’t have it planned.” You shrug, moving to your feet, aiding the blonde in getting up as well. She gives you a toothy grin and you smirk.

“I didn’t have it planned yet.”

You turn away, moving across field, leaving Emily behind to stare at you go, wide eyed and pale.

Hope snorts, shaking her head.

“I think I like this one.”

***

You can’t help but smile when Hope takes a seat beside you at dinner a few weeks later, the goalie giving you a grin.

“Are you following me Ms. Solo?” You tease and the woman grins.

“Please, call me Hope.”

The team couldn’t help but notice the two of you had gotten closer, the woman talking with you during every practice and making excuses so the two of you could spend time together.

Hope noticed you jump slightly when someone drops a plate on the floor, your eyes slamming shut.

“Hey.” Hope whispers, placing a hand on your back and you gasp, the woman’s brows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

You clear your throat nodding, hand instinctively grabbing the cool metal dog tags around your neck.

“Ye-Yeah, I’m fine.” You mumble, grabbing your drink and throwing it back.

Hope eyes your profile intently in concern, the remainder of the dinner being quiet between the two of you, your body noticeably ridged.

The two of you didn’t talk much after that.

***

After the incident at dinner, Hope had started to pay more attention to you, eyes drifting toward you at practice and even during games when things weren’t happening near goal.

She’d noticed the way when fans would cheer, you’d grab your dog tags, giving them a squeeze, your eyes slammed shut and on the off chance she was on the bench, she’d see you’d go noticeably stiffen after any loud, startling sound.

“What’s on your mind?” Hope jumps at the sound of Tobin’s voice, the woman giving her a small smile.

Tobin follows her gaze, her lips splitting in a grin.

“Ohhhhhh...” She teases, giving the goalie a nudge and she rolls her eyes.

“Shut up, she’s just...”

“Attractive?” Tobin snickers.

“Attractive and scary.”

Hope’s eyes widen when she realizes every one of her teammates have somehow silently made their way over to her and Tobin.

“She’s a little jumpy...” Alex comments, eyeing you across the field.

Megan shrugs.

“Ehhh, probably not used to all the screaming.”

Hope hums, eyeing you intently.

“Yeah, probably.”

***

The crowd roars with excitement, the semi-finals of the She Believes Cups finally here, USWNT and Spain going head to head.

It’s right before the start of the game that Hope notices you’re slightly stiffer than usual.

“Fuck.” You mumble, jumping slightly at the sound of a ball smacking hard against a goal post.

“Hey.” Hope whispers, making sure not to startle you any further, quickly realizing you’re again clutching your dog tags.

“Take a deep breath.” Hope frowns and you do, through your nose, before exhaling loudly out of your mouth.

“Are you okay?” She asks, concerned and you nod, clearing your throat.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Hope’s eyes narrow.

“But you just-

“It’s nothing to worry about.”

Abruptly you take your leave, Hope watching you go with a frown, her heart aching with concern for the newest trainer.

***

It’s during the USWNT’s She Believes Victory Celebration that she realizes it’s not nothing to worry about, not that at all.

The second confetti bursts from the cannons on stage and the crowd screams, your eyes go wide, sweat forming on your brow as you stare forward.

“Shit. Not now...” You mumble, turning around and abruptly taking your leave, unaware that a pair of blue orbs are on you.

Suddenly, you still when you see someone in camouflage gear, gun at the ready moving towards you.

You shake your head, covering your face, the smell of blood filling your nose, the sound of gunfire piercing your ear drums.

“You aren’t real, you aren’t real. This isn’t real... I’m not here.” You mumble the mantra, moving forwards, eyes still closed.

You eventually can’t walk anymore and sit in the sand, your back pressed against a building’s dilapidated wall and drop your gun, your arms curling around your head.

“Y/N...” You hear a voice and shake your head rapidly.

“No, no, no. You aren’t real. Get away from me.” You sniffle, your body trembling.

“Listen to my voice Y/N, whatever you’re seeing it’s not real, it isn’t real... Give me your hand.” You open your eyes, realizing the solider in front of you has a pair of familiar bright blue orbs and you hold your hand out, your flesh stained with blood and covered in sweat.

Hope takes your hands between her gloved ones, caressing it gently.

“Do you know where you are Y/N?” She asks and you shake your head.

“N-N-No... I-I don’t...” You stammer, cracking one eye open to glance around.

The sandy desert flashes, becoming an empty hallway for a moment before snapping back to the vast terrain, its sand’s soaked in blood.

“You’re in Texas.” She whispers and you shake your head.

“This isn’t Texas.” You sniffle. “I’m still there, I’m still there... Can’t you see the blood? I’m covered in it.”

Hope feels a lump form in her throat and attempts to swallow it.

“It’s not Y/N, you’re in Texas.” She whispers again and your eyes flutter open.

The desert still surrounds you, but instead of a random soldier in front of you it’s Hope Solo.

She opens her arms.

“Can I...?” She asks and you glance around turning away abruptly when you see an enemy solider getting shot down, falling to the sand beside you.

You lunge forwards into her arms, the woman holding you tightly.

You blink rapidly, your eyes slamming shut.

“Senses... Senses, focus on senses.” You mutter under your breath, the feel of Hope’s sweaty jersey beneath your fingertips, the smell of sweat perforating your nostrils.

Hope’s sweet voice in your ear, coos softly as she tries to calm you down, the woman rocking back and forth with you in her arms.

The salty taste of your tears makes your eyes flutter open and it’s then that you see the bright neon green of her jersey.

Slowly, the desert fades away, the back rooms of the arena you’re in swimming in your vision.

You grab fistfuls of the woman’s jersey, her arms tightening around you.

“You’re okay... It’s okay.”

***

You don’t talk after that.

You, don’t talk to Hope, avoiding her at all costs, but after dinner one night, you can’t avoid her because she’s literally on your heels when you leave the dining room.

“We need to talk about it.” She says obviously upset, and you shake your head.

“No.” You mumble slapping the elevator’s button.

Hope sighs sadly, glancing down at her feet.

“Look, I won’t force you... I just want you to know that you aren’t alone.” She shrugs, turning her back to you.

You swallow hard, staring at her back as she walks away, your heart clenching in your chest.

You turn away, moving into the elevator.

Maybe you did need to start trusting someone.

***

Hope startles awake that night to the sound of a scream, her tired eyes narrowed.

She leaps out of bed and races out of the room to the one next to hers, knowing exactly who the scream belonged to.

“Excuse me, is something wrong?” A nearby janitor asks and Hope turns to her, eyes wide.

“Open the door, she has PTSD and I need to wake her up.”

Surprisingly, without question she opens the door and Hope moves inside, shutting it behind her before making her way towards where you’re sleeping, thrashing around wildly.

Well, were thrashing around wildly, because the second the door clicks shut you sit upwards, gasping loudly, slapping your hands over your ears.

Hope flips the light on as she steps into the room, her hands in front of her.

“Y/N.” Hope whispers your name and your eyes flash open.

“H-Hope?” You swallow hard and she nods, slowly moving towards you.

“It’s me.”

You take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands, shaking your head back and forth.

Blindly you fumble around the night stand, grabbing your dog tags and holding them against your chest.

“H-How did you get in here?” You ask, trembling and Hope frowns, motioning to the bed, earning a barely visible nod.

“Janitor.”

You slowly nod, breathing through your nose, and out of your mouth to calm your heart racing.

“You don’t have to be here... I’m... I’m sorry if I woke you.” You glance away sadly and Hope frowns, taking a deep breath.

“I’m in here because I care.” You pick your head up, your Y/E/C orbs locking with her bright blues.

You shake your head, glancing away again.

“You shouldn’t... I’m just...” You shrug and Hope clears her throat, getting your attention so she can move closer.

“I care Y/N, no matter what you’re going through...” She whispers and you swallow hard, one look in her blue orbs making you realize she’s being truthful.

“It was hard over there...” You murmur. “The nightmares have never stopped.” You frown and Hope slowly nods, laying her hand on the bed, palm up.

For the first time in a long time, you trust someone enough to take comfort in her, slowly sliding your hand into hers, dog tags still in your closed fist.

“You don’t have to talk about it.” Hope smiles, placing her other hand over yours like she had a few weeks ago when she pulled you out of your PTSD episode.

“Just know I’m here.” She whispers the last bit and you nod, licking your lips.

“I do. I know.”

***

Hope gravitates closer to you, there to comfort you after each nightmare and each time a sound makes you jump.

In all honesty, you couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe someone wanted to comfort you... No one had ever gone out of their way to comfort you, not even your previous relationships, they wanted nothing to do with it, even going so far as to complain when you’d wake them with one of your night terrors.

“Hey.” You turn to Hope, the sound of the woman’s voice able to pull you out of your trance without a violent reaction.

You noticed quickly that she was becoming your anchor and that scared you to death, you’d quickly become attached to her. You knew it wasn’t healthy but you couldn’t help it, the woman being there for you when you needed her most, in your most vulnerable times.

“I keep losing you.” Hope chuckles and you glance away with a small smile.

“Sorry about that.”

Hope shrugs.

“It’s alright, I’m not going anywhere.”

You quickly realized that if you were alone, you would’ve cried after hearing that.

It was the first time you’d ever heard that, from anyone and it only made your attachment to her grow.

***

It’s later that night that you hear a knock at your hotel room door and move to your feet, slowly tiptoeing to the door and peering through the peephole.

You immediately pull the door open, eyes wide when you see Hope standing behind it, wearing a small smile.

“I thought you went out with the others...” You glance around and Hope shrugs.

“I thought maybe you’d like some company. I’m sure there’s some shitty straight to T.V. movie we can watch.” She smiles and you chuckle, stepping to the side.

“I suppose you can come in.” You wink and she snickers.

“I suppose I can.” She winks slipping past you and you shake your head with a smile.

You take a deep breath nodding to yourself before you close the door shaking your head again when you see Hope lounging on your bed.

“Comfy?” You ask and she nods, smiling when you slip into bed beside her.

“Yeah, now let’s find a movie.”

***

Hope’s presence brings you comfort, as per usual, though you note she keeps the T.V. low, seeming as if she knows loud noises bother you.

You clear your throat, taking Hope’s attention away from the T.V. and to you.

“Thank you.” You whisper glancing at your lap and Hope’s brows furrow, the woman muting the TV before turning to you.

“For what?” She asks confused and you snort.

“Seriously?” You ask and she nods.

“I mean, I haven’t really done anything.” She gives you a tender smile and your lips split into a grin.

“Yeah, you have...” You instinctively grab your dog tags, smiling.

“You’ve been there for me in ways no one else has... And I can’t thank you enough.” You smile softly.

Hope looks at you for a minute, a look you’d seen before and you nod, the woman immediately shuffling closer, her arm against yours.

“You don’t have to thank me.”

You swallow hard, your cheeks flushing as you nod to yourself, grabbing your dog tags, something Hope notices right away, though before she can ask what’s wrong, you work up the nerve to rest your head on her shoulder.

Hope’s eyes widen slightly, her cheeks flushing.

A smile stretches across her face, her eyes fluttering shut as she rests her head on top of yours.

“Is this okay?” You whisper and Hope hums.

“More than okay.”

***

Hope’s brows furrow, her tired eyes cracking open as she glances around the room, realizing the movie is well over.

“Y/N?” She whispers, realizing you too are fast asleep. She smiles, resting her head against yours, her eyes again fluttering shut.

Hope takes a deep breath, picking her head up.

“Let’s get you laid down.”

Delicately, Hope guides you back, your head eventually meeting the pillow behind you.

“There we go.” Hope whispers, pulling the covers over top of you, the goalie looking down at you for a minute, smiling at the relaxed look on your face, the muscle in your jaw not jumping, your face not scrunched up in fear.

Hope, against her better judgement cups your face, smiling when you don’t jump, instead staying fast asleep as she traces your jawline.

“Goodnight Y/N.” She whispers before taking her leave, heading towards her own room next door.

***

You don’t have a single nightmare that night, sleeping through the night entirely for the first time in a long time.

The more time Hope spent with you, the better you start to feel, your symptoms, though still incredibly present, had tapered down when she’s near.

In no way were you saying Hope Solo cured your PTSD, that was impossible, but you did feel a sense of calm when around her.

Hope was there whenever she could be, a hand on your back as she whispered in your ear, staving off an episode with her hushed words.

The team of course had noticed your relationship changing, but they didn’t know that it wasn’t as more than friends, at least at the moment.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want more, your heart skipping a beat when Hope’s blue orbs locked with your Y/E/C orbs.

Again, Hope is there for you when you need her most, the woman by your side when you wake from another nightmare, covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Hey, I’m here.” Hope shushes you softly, waiting for your permission to take your hand, knowing that grounding yourself is important for you to start the process of calming down.

Soon your ragged breathing slows, Hope’s gently caress on the back of your hand bringing you back to reality.

“Th-Thanks...” You pant, giving Hope’s hand a squeeze.

“Like I said before, you don’t need to thank me.” She grins, squeezing your hand back before moving to her feet.

“Wa-Wait.” You hold her hand tighter, the goalie’s brows furrowed.

“You...” You swallow hard, glancing away, your free hand again clutching your dog tags. “You could stay...” You mumble, afraid to look at the woman who you don’t see is sending you a soft smile.

“If you want me to.” She grins and you turn to her abruptly, eyes wide.

“Are you... Are you sure?” You ask, swallowing hard, your heart racing and she nods.

“I’m sure.” She whispers and you bite your bottom lip to stave off a massive grin.

Hope pulls the covers back and you clear your throat, cheeks flushing as you glance away.

Thankfully for you in the darkened room Hope can’t see the scars that liter your body from your time on the battlefield.

You can’t help but stiffen when she slips into bed beside you, clutching your dog tags tighter, but when your heart slows, her warmth brings a comfort you’d never really felt before, soon feeling drawn to her, wanting nothing more to be closer to her.

Hope shuffles closer, her blue orbs on you, waiting for you typical nod of consent before she wraps her arms around you.

You stiffen in her hold for a moment, the goalie about to pull back, but you shake your head.

“Just... Give me a minute.” You mumble and she nods, your body eventually sagging when your brain realizes there is no immediate danger.

Hope smiles when you duck your head, burying your nose in her hair.

“This is okay?” You ask, nervously, gasping when Hope’s hands run down your back.

“More than okay.”

***

Waking up in Hope Solo’s arms was something you would need to get used to, your body going into fight or flight mode, but the second the smell of her shampoo filled your nose your body immediately relaxed.

Hope nuzzles against your chest and you smile, your eyes again closing.

Letting someone close was something you thought you’d never be able to do, or thought no one would want to do, but then Hope Solo came into your life and turned it upside down.

“I can hear you thinking.” You jump at the sound of Hope’s raspy voice and you smile softly.

“Sorry...” You mumble, grinning when Hope’s lips brush your collarbone.

“Don’t be sorry.” She whispers, yawning as she shuffles closer.

The two of you go silent again, the two of you snuggling, cheeks dusted pink and smiles stretched across both of your faces.

You frown when abruptly, Hope shuffles backwards.

“Are you okay what’s wrong?” You ask worriedly, eyes widening when Hope cups your cheeks, her thumbs caressing them gently.

You inhale softly when Hope traces a small scar across your cheek.

“What’s this from?” She asks and you lick your lips.

“A bullet grazed my face.” You frown, a frown she returns.

Your eyes widen when Hope leans in, pressing a kiss to the indented flesh.

Hope’s pulling back when your hand slips to the back of her head, keeping her in place, her nose brushing yours.

You close your eyes, leaning your forehead against hers.

Hope’s fingertips stroke your jawline.

Your heart ceases to beat as you lean in, your eyes fluttering shut. You can feel Hope’s hot breath on your lips, but before she can close the distance between the two of you, there’s a knock on the door.

“Shit.” You growl, your eyes fluttering open, Hope rolling her eyes as she slips out of bed and jerks the door open.

Blue orbs widen when the lock with Vlatko’s the man’s eyes widening, his brows arched.

Hope clears her throat, glancing at you, your eyes comically wide as you clutch your dog tags.

Vlatko smiles.

“I’d like you to come to my room before breakfast so we can discuss a few exercises.” He nods and you grin.

“Ye-Yeah, I’ll be there.”

He takes his leave with a smile, Hope kicking the door shut behind him.

“Well that was uncomfortable.” Hope mumbles, but makes her way back to you nonetheless, falling in bed beside you.

“Just a little.”

***

“Whoa, what’s that from?” Sonnett asks, her brows furrowed as she points at a deep scar running down your forearm.

You’d had a habit of wearing long sleeve on the pitch, but today you’d decided to wear a cut off, Hope making you feel fine with showing off the scars you’d been hiding.

Kelley flicks Sonnett in the side of the head and you clear your throat, glancing at Hope the woman nodding.

“Shr- Shrapnel. Humvee... Ummm... Drove over a landmine and I didn’t move fast enough to get away from the blast.” You trace the scar, Emily’s eyes narrowed.

You glance at Hope, the woman nodding with a grin. You’d told her how you wanted to open up to the team more, but your fears had held you back.

“What about that one?” Mallory points at the one of your bicep and you clear your throat, voice stronger than it had been before.

“A graze I got during a fire fight.” You rub your bicep, smiling softly when you realize just how easy it was to open up to the group of women who were curious, but kind.

Hope crosses her arms across her chest with a smirk, watching as you tell tales about each of your visible scars, her teammates listening intently.

It’s a nudge that pulls her out of her trance, and she turns to Tobin who grins cockily at her.

“Shut up Heath.”

“Didn’t say anything Solo.”

***

It was inevitable, you knew it was inevitable, but you’d hoped and prayed it would never happen, but deep down, you knew it would.

It’s at a practice when the inevitable happens, the loud pop of a firework making not only you freeze, but Hope freeze as well, her blue orbs darting to you.

You shuffle backwards, your hands balled into fists as they shake uncontrollably, your hand jumping to grab your dog tags.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Vlatko asks in worry, a cacophony of voices asking the same question in different ways.

Hope hurries out of goal, her teammates about to approach you when she holds a hand up.

“Stay back.” She says sternly and they nod, watching as you drop to the ground, curling your arms around your head.

“Y/N.” Hope drops to her knees a few feet in front of you, though you can’t hear her, the sound of gunfire piercing your ears.

“Wh-What’s going on?” Emily asks, voice trembling and Kelley places a hand on her back.

“I don’t know.”

Soon, each and every one of them lower themselves to the ground, watching as Hope crawls towards you, stopping nearly a foot away.

You shake your head, your breath hitching at the sound of your squad’s cries, the injured men crying your name, pleading for help, some even pleading for death.

“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. You aren’t real, this isn’t real.” You whisper over and over again, not realizing your team is a few yards away, in no way understanding what’s going on.

Christen’s green orbs widen.

“She’s having a flashback...” She mumbles, everyone except for Hope turning to her.

“Because the fire cracker?” Megan asks and Christen nods.

“I think she has PTSD...”

Hope glances over her shoulder, nodding.

“She does, she’s just been scared to tell you guys.” She whispers before she finally reaches you, stopping a few inches in front of you.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” She asks and you shuffle backwards, your arms uncurling from around your head.

You stare at the soldier in front of you, shaking your head.

“Yo- You’re not real...” You mumble, slapping your hands over your ears as you rock back and forth.

“Y/N.” The soldier again says and your brows furrow, the man’s orbs a familiar shade of blue.

“H-Hope...?” You swallow hard and he nods, the man’s appearance flashing between him and Hope Solo, the goalie knelt down in front of you.

“It’s me.” She whispers. “I’m here. Focus on your senses.”

Hope holds a gloved hand out and you take it, the glove’s material soft and sweaty beneath your fingertips.

You take a deep breath, catching a whiff of the freshly cut grass.

You shuffle closer to Hope until you’re in her lap, the woman whispering in your ear as she holds onto you for dear life.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” She whispers in your ear, rocking you back and forth.

You eventually still, body sagging in exhaustion, a bead of sweat sliding down your face as you bury your nose in her neck.

“They saw...” You sniffle. “They’re going to think I’m crazy.” You cry against her neck, the goalie shaking her head.

“We don’t think you’re crazy.”

You pick your head up, realizing it’s not just you and Hope anymore, but her teammates as well, the women watching you with concern.

“Guys, back up.” Hope growls at them, the women shuffling backwards, but you shake your head.

“No, they’re fine.” You turn to Hope who looks at you for a minute before nodding.

You catch your breath slowly, swallowing hard.

“Like I told Hope when she helped me through my first episode...” You swallow hard, closing your eyes. “It was... Difficult over there... Certain noises set me off...” You glance away, ashamed.

The team slowly gravitates towards you until they’re surrounding you, the women waiting for your consent before they all wrap their arms around one another, circling you in a group hug.

You close your eyes, tears streaming down your face, never feeling so much love from this many people at once.

“We’re here Y/N.” Tobin whispers and you sniffle, nodding.

Emily’s hand runs down your back and you smile.

“We’re not going anywhere.”

***

Hope sticks close as you follow the team to the locker room, her gloved hand in yours as the team, reluctantly heads into the locker room, each and every one of them sending you a worriedly glance before heading inside, leaving you and Hope behind.

The goalie turns to you with a small smile, her blue orbs darting around your face.

“We all care about you Y/N...” Hope swallows hard. “I care about you... A lot.”

You lick your lips, taking a step towards her, the goalie’s blue orbs widening.

Nervously, you cup her cheeks, the woman’s hands moving to cover your own.

“I care about you a lot too.” You whisper, your eyes darting from her lips to her blue orbs and back.

Your tongue swipes against your lips as you lean in, the last thing you see is Hope’s blue orbs fluttering shut.

The second your lips meet Hope’s, the air is knocked completely from your lungs, the caterpillars in your stomach bursting from their cocoons, their fresh wings flapping wildly as the two of you kiss.

The kiss is tender, passionate, everything in your life had led you to this moment, led to your lips pressing against Hope Solo’s, the woman holding you delicately as if she worries you may break.

The two of you eventually part, eyes fluttering open at the same time, smiles stretching across your face, lips splitting into grins.

Hope smiles, her hands leaving yours so she can slip her arms around your neck, your hand sliding from her cheeks, down her arms until you’re gently holding her waist.

You swallow hard, your eyes downcast.

“Are you sure I mean-

Hope silences you by leaning in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before she pulls back, her forehead resting against yours.

“I only see you.” She whispers and you close your eyes, brushing your nose playfully against hers.

“I want you to know, no matter what I’m always going to be here, no matter what you go through, I’ll always be there to bring you back.”

You feel a tear streaking down your cheek as you close the distance between the two of you, the taste of salt on your lips as the two of you kiss.

Again, the two of you part, your foreheads resting together again, your glassy orbs locked with her equally glassy blues.

“Does that mean I get to take you on a date?” You ask, grinning and Hope beams, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Yeah, yeah it does.”

“So?” You ask hopefully and Hope chuckles.

“Did you think I was gonna say no?” She giggles and you shrug.

“I mean I don’t-

Hope leans in, cutting your rambling off with a kiss.

“It’s a definite yes.”

Your eyes widen, a grin stretching across your face.

“Really?”

Hope rolls her eyes, leaning in for another kiss.

“Really.”

#uswnt #uswnt x reader #hope solo #hope solo x reader #hope solo imagine

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himbo-buckley · 4 years

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“Keeping Young Heroes Safe from Harm (Mostly) For Over Three Millennia!”

A short drabble that popped into my head and wouldn’t leave, based on the Percy Jackson books, timeline wise set after the last Last Olympian but before the Lost Hero, since I never read that. You technically don’t have to have read the books to understand this, but for reals you guys, love yourself and read them!

(And nope, this will most likely never be continued which is why I’m posting only on tumblr.)

(Also if you hate it, go yell at @inkbloodpaperandbone who came up with the general idea and told me to go write this. It’s not my fault I am easy to persuade, guys!)

(And if anyone else feels the need to continue this, please be my guest, but drop me a link cause I really wanna read all the Percy Jackson AUs)

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„Okay, what’s wrong?“ Maddie asks, striding up to Buck with an exasperated expression on her face that quickly morphed into concern. Apparently Hen hadn’t actually been exaggerating when she sent Maddie to check on her brother because ‚she knew medicine of the body not of the mind‘!

Evan sat at the creek looking glum, a group of nymphs nearby, aw-ing at him and his cloths looking like something he actually bought and hadn’t altered. There is also the birthmark visible on his face, which was usually obscured by magic because Evan didn’t consider it pretty. Maddie never understood that, but then again Maddie wasn’t a child of Aphrodite and therefore only as vain as any normal eighteen year old teenager.

„Is this about Abby?“ She tries after a pause, hoping it wasn’t. She’d never been a fan of the daughter of Iris, especially not after she entered a relationship with her more than two years younger brother and even though Maddie never dared say it, she was glad when the older girl had decided to not return this year and break up with Buck, instead deciding to spent the summer before with her human friends.

Buck didn’t look up, but he did shake his head no.

Maddie tried not to look too visibly relieved.

Sitting down next to her brother, she looked around instead. Her hands absentmindedly ran through the grass around, which looked a little wilted from being stepped on. Using her powers she willed some of it to regrow, smiling when a little flower appeared, then repeating the process with the rest of the grass surrounding them. Once she was satisfied the earth around them would not take any permanent damage from being sat on she looked up again, taking in the rest of their surroundings.

Buck had chosen a spot at the creek between the arts and craft and the volleyball field, where - oh, the volleyball field.

„So it’s about Eddie then,“ she says looking over to the field where game of Volleyball was currently descending into a brawl, Eddie only visible for his fairly slender figure and the fact that he was trying to break up the fight (which was unusual for a child of the war god) while Lena, their counselor, looked on, laughing.

Buck’s head whips up so fast a mere mortal might have broken their neck, Maddie thinks. His eyes look red as if he had been crying but his face is dry.

„They made fun of me during sword fighting,“ Buck finally admits.

Maddie sighs, trying not restart their old fight, „They always make fun of you during sword fighting.“

And it was the truth because Buck, being a child of Aphrodite, was not a natural fighter, no matter him having inherited their father’s built or the general skills of a demigod, but Buck still liked to try and while he was getting better, it was no where near, say, a child of Ares might learn. Who were usually the ones teaching.

„Yeah and usually Eddie tells me to ignore them, but -„ Buck stopped himself, once again looking down.

Maddie looked back at the Volleyball court where the game was apparently about to resume and the man (well, boy really, Eddie was barely seventeen himself) in question was purposely not looking their way despite Buck being just as visible from the court as he was from the creek.

„Did something happen between you two?“ She dared to ask after a few moments of silence. It was far more quiet than anything else said before, despite the nymphs not being close enough to hear. But just to be safe.

Buck shook his head, „He just - he hasn’t to me since the first day and it’s been nearly a week and I don’t know what I did wrong!“ His voice got louder with each word until he was nearly yelling, frustration so very evident.

(The people on the court ignored it, though.)

And oh, yeah, that explained the mood. Because even as an eleven year old Eddie had always tried to talk to the younger boy, despite Buck originally not liking Eddie what with him already being so much better at fighting and so well liked especially for a child of Ares and (which was the death blow, really) being brought in by Christopher who Buck not so secretly seemed to consider *his* satyr.

But then all it had taken was a small quest of transporting something that might blow up made by Hephaestus and Eddie asking Buck to come along („Because you know all about monsters, right?“) for them to become best friends ever since - growing into maybe a little more ever since Abby had broken up with Buck a few months ago.

(Well, as much as a relationship could evolve that only existed via letters and postcards, because while Buck and Maddie stayed year round, Eddie actually left to live with his grandmother in LA at the end of every summer - and they only got to visit each other about twice a year in between, what with flights being not that cheep and demigods technically having no place in California and LA specifically.)

„Everything was normal that first day,“ Buck continues, clearly unaware of Maddie’s trip down memory lane, „We talked about what we did the past few week and what we wanted to do this summer and he told me again about his break up with Shannon, but then Taylor Kelley came by because I promised to study with her and he refused to talk to me ever since!“

„Taylor Kelley, as in the daughter of Tyche and the first person you hooked up with since Abby left after pining for several weeks, that Taylor Kelley?“ Maddie asked a little disbelieving. Surely her brother couldn’t be that dense.

„Yeah,“ He said, or rather asked a completely innocent look on her face, „Why?“

And Maddie tried and failed not to laugh, „Because that, my dear child of the goddess of love, means that I am probably right and Eddie likes you just as much as you like him!“

Buck frowns, „ Why woul - oh, he’s jealous, isn’t he?“ Maddie nods, „Yes. Maybe you should go talk to him after supper today?“ And she wants to propose talking about what exactly Buck might tell Eddie but she never got that far as her brother had already gotten up, striding across the grass in huge steps, undoing all of Maddie’s earlier work.

„Hey, asshole, stop ghosting me and start talking!“ Buck yelled still a few steps away, making Maddie scramble to her feet and rush after her brother.

Oh, this was going to be a train wreck, wasn’t it?

#buddie au #evan buckley #maddie kendall #911 au #listen I love the idea of them being demigods so much but I hate writing AU #also catch me ending stuff either on a very sad note or in the middle of things cause that's when I stopped being inspired #this is more a maddie and buck drabble and also 90% worldbuilding #catch me drop this and then going the fuck to sleep #percy jackson au #this has not been proofread #if you find any mistakes you are more than welcome to keep them #it's my gift to you #the buckley siblings #911 drabble #also if you're still reading this concrats and say hi to your parental figure for me #tell someone you love them today #be vulnerable #textpost #also yes the title is literally the camp half blood slogan #whatever it's after 1 am and I am tired #no idea how ya'll younglings do this in my age that is hard

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2010-2019

top 25, by release date:

Halloween II [Director’s Cut] (2010, Rob Zombie)

Black Swan (2010, Darren Aronofsky)

4:44 Last Day on Earth (2011, Abel Ferrara)

It’s Such a Beautiful Day (2012, Don Hertzfeldt)*

Frances Ha (2012, Noah Baumbach)

Spring Breakers (2012, Harmony Korine)

The Bling Ring (2013, Sofia Coppola)*

Stranger by the Lake (2013, Alain Guiraudie)

Under the Skin (2013, Jonathan Glazer)

Maps to the Stars (2014, David Cronenberg)*

Unfriended (2014, Levan Gabriadze)

88:88 (2015, Isiah Medina)*

Happy Hour (2015, Ryūsuke Hamaguchi)*

Personal Shopper (2016, Olivier Assayas)*

Elle (2016, Paul Verhoeven)

Moonlight (2016, Barry Jenkins)*

The OA, TV Series (2016, 2019; Brit Marling + Zal Batmanglij)

24 Frames (2017, Abbas Kiarostami)*

Twin Peaks: The Return (2017, David Lynch)*

Assassination Nation (2018, Sam Levinson)

An Elephant Sitting Still (2018, Hu Bo)

“Beychella - Coachella Live Stream” (2018, Beyoncé Knowles-Carter)*

Vox Lux (2018, Brady Corbet)

“Fleabag” @ Soho Playhouse Theater (2019, Vicky Jones)

“The Irishman” @ Belasco Theatre (2019, Martin Scorsese)

+++, in alphabetical order:

“Adele - Hello” (2015, Xavier Dolan)

American Honey (2016, Andrea Arnold)

Annihilation (2018, Alex Garland)

The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story (2018; Scott Alexander + Larry Karaszewski + Brad Falchuk + Nina Jacobson + Ryan Murphy + and Brad Simpson)

Big Little Lies, Season 1 (2017, Jean-Marc Vallée)

Blade Runner 2049 (2017, Denis Villeneuve)

Boyhood (2014, Richard Linklater)

Breaking and Entering (2017, Kelley Dong)

Call Me by Your Name (2017, Luca Guadagnino)

Cameraperson (2016, Kirsten Johnson)

Carol (2015, Todd Haynes)

Certain Women (2016, Kelly Reichardt)

Citzenfour (2014, Laura Poitras)

Climax (2018, Gaspar Noé)

Cosmopolis (2012, David Cronenberg)

End of the Century (2019, Lucio Castro)

Everybody Wants Some!! (2016, Richard Linklater)

First Reformed (2017, Paul Schrader)

The Gay and Wondrous Life of Caleb Gallo, Web series (2016, Brian Jordan Alvarez)

The Girlfriend Experience, TV Series (2016-17; Lodge Kerrigan + Amy Seimetz)

Girlhood (2014, Céline Sciamma)

Girls, TV Series (2012-2017; Lena Dunham)

God’s Own Country (2017, Francis Lee)

Gone Girl (2014, David Fincher)

"Grimes - Oblivion" (2012, Emily Kai Bock + Claire Boucher)

Heaven Is Still Far Away (2016, Ryūsuke Hamaguchi)

High Life (2018, Claire Denis)

Holy Motors (2012, Leos Carax)

The House That Jack Built (2018, Lars von Trier)

If Beale Street Could Talk (2018, Barry Jenkins)

In Chris Marker’s Studio (2011, Agnès Varda)

Interstellar (2014, Christopher Nolan)

Inside Llewyn Davis (2013, Ethan Coen + Joel Coen)

"Kelela - Frontline" (2018, Claudia Matè + Kelela + Mischa Notcutt)

The Knick, TV Series (2014-15; Jack Amiel + Michael Begler)

Knife+Heart (2018, Yann Gonzalez)

Lady Bird (2017, Greta Gerwig)

“Lady Gaga - Telephone ft. Beyoncé” (2010, Jonas Åkerlund)

The Leftovers, TV Series (2014-15, 2017; Damon Lindelof + Tom Perrotta)

Lemonade (2016, Kahlil Joseph + Beyoncé Knowles-Carter)

The Love Witch (2016, Anna Biller)

Mad Max: Fury Road (2015, George Miller)

Magic Mike XXL (2015, Gregory Jacobs)

Margaret (2011, Kenneth Lonergan)

Martha Marcy May Marlene (2011, Sean Durkin)

The Master (2012, Paul Thomas Anderson)

Melancholia (2011, Lars von Trier)

Mistress America (2015, Noah Baumbach)

mother! (2017, Darren Aronofsky)

Mountains May Depart (2015, Jia Zhangke)

“My First Film” @ Metrograph (2018, Zia Anger)

Nasty Baby (2015, Sebastián Silva)

Neon Bull (2015, Gabriel Mascaro)

The Neon Demon (2016, Nicolas Winding Refn)

No Home Movie (2015, Chantal Akerman)

Nocturama (2016, Bertrand Bonello)

The Ornithologist (2016, João Pedro Rodrigues)

Pain and Glory (2019, Pedro Almodóvar)

Palo Alto (2013, Gia Coppola)

Paterson (2016, Jim Jarmusch)

Phantom Thread (2017, Paul Thomas Anderson)

Post Tenebras Lux (2012, Carlos Reygadas)

The Real Housewives of New York City, TV Series (2008-present; Andy Cohen + Megan Estrada + Pam Healey + Lisa Shannon)

“Robyn ‘Call Your Girlfriend’ Official Video” (2011, Max Vitali)

RuPaul's Drag Race All Stars, Season 2 (2016; RuPaul)

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010, Edgar Wright)

Shoplifters (2018, Hirokazu Kore-eda)

The Social Network (2010, David Fincher)

A Star Is Born (2018, Bradley Cooper)

"Star Wars: The Force Awakens Trailer (Official)" (2015)

Stray Dogs (2013, Tsai Ming-liang)

Sucker Punch (2011, Zack Snyder)

Support the Girls (2018, Andrew Bujalski)

Tangerine (2015, Sean Baker)

The Tree of Life (2011, Terrence Malick)

Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives (2010, Apichatpong Weerasethakul)

Under the Silver Lake (2018, David Robert Mitchell)

World of Tomorrow (2015, Don Hertzfeldt)

World of Tomorrow Episode 2: The Burden of Other People’s Thoughts (2018, Don Hertzfeldt)

Young Adult (2011, Jason Reitman)

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thermodynamic-comedian · 26 days

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After today's episode I am seeing your Lena vision so much more clearly I am absolutely weak for characters who think they're the only one who can hold back the danger and have to do it alone. And now she has Gwen but neither of them are emotionally available enough to acknowledge each other as a support system!! Aaghhhfghrrarrragh

YEAHHH another massive win for my oddly specific interpretation

#tbh every episode is convincing me more and more of how correct i am #well. compared to other takes i've seen that is.#and when my interpretation is proven correct in the end i will be sitting up on my throne of correctness laughing down at everybody /j #tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp 13 #lena kelley

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survivorarabia · 7 years

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EPISODE 9 “"Welcome to Survivor: Arabia Where Everyone's Super Paranoid" - Ruthie

Ruthie

I take back every negative thing I've said about Emmott, Aren and Issy I AM LIVING! OH MY GOD, BYE JAY! I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW I AM ABOUT TO PEE MY PANTS, MY FOUR ARE SAFE AND I'VE NEVER FELT SO GOOD AND NICOLE WILL BE BACK SOON AND THIS IS THE FUCKING LIFE RIGHT HERE! <3

Ci’ere

“Lord. Jesus. Hallelujah. So, Jay and I were blindsided last tribal council and for a second there I thought I was actually being voted out. It ended up tying between us and everyone was telling me that I wasn’t the target. Aren, Emmott and Issy decided to flip because Jay was too much of a threat to them apparently. No one informed me about this plan and I even told Aren earlier that I would have done it, but it was too soon to make that move. All it did was give the other side power and puts us 4 in the minority, that is unless they already made deals with old Khiana. I may be at the bottom but I still have a lot of fight left in me and I’m going to do everything in my power to make it through this round. I told them all that I’m playing as a free agent now because obviously no one has my back.”

Richie

IM NEVER LISTENING TO MY SUPEREGO AGAIN!!!!! the plan was that issy/emmott/aren were voting for jay and then alex/lena/ruthie wanted to vote for ciere just in case one of them were lying and the inner me was like GO ROGUE VOTE FOR JAY BE A MESSY BITCH TAKE THIS SHOT AT JAY!!!!!!!! but then i was like hm.... maybe i should be a good alliance member bc even if my gut is right i dont want my alliance to realize how crazy i am because they might want to take me out for being unreliable (which would be smart bc im fucking CRACKED but i dont want them to know how cracked just yet) so i was like fiiiiiine i'll vote ciere BUT THEN JAY GETS RID OF ALEX'S VOTE AND ITS A 3-3 TIE AND IF I HAD JUST VOTED FOR JAY LIKE MY INNER BITCH WANTED TO I WOULDNT HAVE TO BACKTRACK AND EXPLAIN TO ISSY/EMMOTT/AREN WHY I DIDNT VOTE FOR JAY LIKE I SAID I WOULD AND JAY WOULD BE GONE WITHOUT THE REVOTE UGHHHHHHH.......... literally when will the world realize that im always right and stop making me doubt my true powers????

Jay

I'm fucked.

Ci’ere

“Oh and if you’re reading this Lena, I’m sorry about what I said for your vote asdfghjkl; I honestly don’t think you’re of use to my game though and that is the reason why I was okay with voting you out. Plus, I’m kind of jelly you got Kelley Wentworth as your icon. :<”

Alex

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING

JAY'S VOTE NULLIFER IS GONNA TAKE HIM OUT OF THE GAME

AHAHAHAHAH THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE

I CAN'T STOP BREAKING INTO SONG, I'M FILLED WITH SUCH GLEE

That plan worked....perfectly. And yes, Richie gets to “I told you so!” me forever, but, like, fine. I'll take that! Because Jay's gonna be the second juror, and for the first time in this game, I feel comfortable in my position oh gods I'm going out next aren't I

Julia

DONT YOU DARE TOUCH MY JAY YOU FUCKERS HE IS MENT TO AVENGE ME!! AND CIERE TOO1?!?! MAN MAN OH MAN SLAY THE BEAST SLAY THE BEAST!!!!

Ci’ere

“I feel absolutely alone, as if it’s truly Ci’ere against the world right now. I have tried talking to everyone, but they’re not giving me anything to work with and I feel like I’m still the target. I flopped very hard in the challenge and I’m basically just a sitting duck at this point. I’m not really sure what to say anymore because whenever I try speaking they subtly shut me down. Why wouldn’t you use me, someone with no allies, to make a big move? Alex lost the challenge so why isn’t he being targeted? I’m going to try to get them to make a move. They’re all having a holly jolly time and I’m a snake ready to slither my way through the cracks. I’m not going to give up.”

Alex

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Aren

MWAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! PISS OFF JAY!!! AND THE BEAUTY OF THAT TRIBAL? I WAS THE PERSON THAT ORCHESTRATED THAT WHOLE BOOT! IT WAS ALL ME! THE REASON JAY'S ASS IS SITTING IN PONDY AND MY BOOTY IS STILL IN THIS GAME IS BECAUSE I'M A SMART-BOOTY AND HE'S A DUMB-ASS. LOL K, so, the world's my oyster now -- I'm in the majority, we're gonna send Ci'ere ass home next, then I'm gonna try to make a move on big boi Alex from there. I'm really enjoying this game that I'm playing. I'm going completely CHAOTIC, and I'm lovin' it. I'm just doing whatever the fuck I want, no matter how self-destructive my moves might appear. I'm not here to play the best game (although I am doing that too), I'm just here to reek havoc on these sons-of-bitches that I'm playing with and to shake this bitch of a game up to a whole new level, like a milkshake! Now it's time to dominate immunity and get this done with.

Ruthie

So, today was an interesting day. It started the same way most days do out here on the Island, and okay, just let me get to everything. Alex and I talk everyday, we get each other and I trust him as much as I can trust anyone and I really think he trusts me that way too. In Survivor World we're pretty much married, his thoughts are my thoughts and visa versa. This morning I didn't start out with a "Hey, Good morning!" Or anything even remotely polite, instead I started out with... "This is going to sound super bitchy and may not be the best move with Richie/Lena but I definitely want to take you if I win [the step immunity challenge] and my second will be Nicole since she used an idol on me. I have no idea how many we get to take though. Is that completely dumb?" Then Alex stated in reply. "I was actually gonna suggest exactly the opposite, I would rather you NOT take me and vice versa. If I get the clue I'll tell you & vice versa so I'd rather we try & win points with the people we trust a bit less, personally. Nicole is a fine choice though, I agree with that." That sparked a little something in my brain. I really want to get to the end with Nicole and Alex but I'm not sure how much they actually trust one another, so then my brain had an excellent thought and of course, I told Alex. "THAT IS PERFECT! I may try to take Nicole/Lena and tell them one on one I want an all girls alliance or something." I could tell that he thought this was a good idea. It distanced us and would keep us both safe for weeks to come. His exact reply was, "Fuckin' do it girl." He also had some eggs to cook today in the form of Richie and whoever else, I honestly have no idea who he's going to talk to or form something with but I know he has me and I got him! As the day went on I went about my business but then decided, hey, maybe I should go ahead and try to get something cooking BEFORE we get the results in the event that I win, then I can take Nicole and Lena if I get to take 2 or more people with me on reward. So I decided to send a message to Lena, probably the sweetest person on the entire tribe. "Leeeeena, I kind of have an idea and please tell me if it's dumb or whatever, I've been thinking about it and I want your opinion on it." Lena replied a few moments later saying, "Hey! What's going on?" Then I launched into my story about wanting to start a side alliance with her and Nicole and maybe Issy and I admit, I felt nervous that she was going to go back to Richie and Alex and tell them something but THANKFULLY she did not. She was totally down because she thought that Nicole seemed super loyal. I asked if she wanted to include Issy and she wasn't sure, so I agreed that it probably wasn't our best move right now and that I trusted the two of them way more than I did Issy... which I do. Then I went to Nicole and she was so up for it so fast and agreed although I think she was in the middle of her Immunity Challenge, so whew, I feel so accomplished today. Anyway, I told Alex about my new alliance and I think that this is a GREAT move for the two of us as we try to dwindle down everyone else. <3 He also told Aren that he doesn't want to go to the end with me, so we'll see when or if Aren tells me anything... dun dun dunnnnnn. I once again LOVE where I'm sitting!

Ci’ere

“I literally ask the OG Fawz alliance if we can stick together for this vote because there have been glimmers of hope throughout the day and maybe we can pull something off. Apparently Richie was on the verge of wanting to flip, Alex and Ruthie want each other out, and Emmott mentions Nicole doesn’t hate me lol. Issy was the only person to actually talk to me today and she disagreed with the Jay move that Aren and Emmott pulled. She kept it real with me and said that it seemed like no one wanted to make a move and I definitely respect her for telling me this. Ruthie and Nicole tell me they’re gonna vote for Issy and while I don’t think they’re telling the truth, I don’t have very many options so I’m just gonna go with that.”

Lena

so.... i got the idol..... I'm shaking. I cannot believe this. I haven't told anyone yet and I'm REALLY nervous to. I want to tell my alliance of Ruthie, Richie, and Alex but.. I'm really nervous to do that. That's like half of the people who are still in the game. I'm not going against them any time soon but.. I just don't know right now. I'm really glad I found it though. and obviously I'm really glad I got immunity and reward this time too

Aren

Y'know what I'm really, really bloody enjoying? The view. The picturesque, almost artistic viewpoint from the top of my palace as I watch all of my pathetic tribemates battle it out like peasants after the aftermath of my big move on Jay last vote... It's quite wonderful, really. It just proves how much these people are maggots whilst I'm sitting here like total royalty.

This vote can really go one of two ways. It can either go the easy, obvious way -- and Ci'ere can be sent home. Or, we can take a more unconventional route to this tribal-council and make an effort to blindside Alex instead. It's ultimately looking like Ci'ere, but... Mmm, I truly am craving that Alex blindside like he's a big, fat, tasty, tender slice of thick medium-rare steak. (I'm hungry right now, alright?)

Ruthie

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I may deeply regret these when the episodes come out... bahahah. Especially filming these with no make up and my hair looking like I'm really living on an Island. Things are seeming quiet on and off for Arabia, I kind of wonder what's going on with everyone. I know we have some people sleeping but still, I don't like when I don't know what is happening!

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Shouldn't Emmott know by now that Alex and I are solid and we tell one another everything? Maybe it's a good thing that he doesn't know and that we are trying to distance ourselves a bit, who knows. Anyway, Emmott showed me a screenshot of Alex agreeing with him that I was good at this game and just, how is that going to make me want Alex out? Alex warned me what he was telling Emmott before hand, and it doesn't surprise me that Emmott is weaseling around, playing every side. I've told him before I think he plays a good game that way and I really do, but everyone is cautious of him.

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I just don't get good vibes from Aren, I don't at ALL. I think he's a little sneak that is going to win this entire game if he gets far enough. I do like him as a person but I just don't trust him at all but if Alex thinks they are solid then... whatever. I think our best bet is going to be pulling Ci'ere in and maybe putting up Emmott/Issy tonight but literally no one has been on and who even KNOWS what's going to happen tonight. I just hope that Alex, Nicole and I are safe so I can somehow manage to make it to final 3 if the other two don't try to take one another out of the game first!

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Aren

OHMYGOD AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS VOTE IS SO CHAOTIC AAA PLEASE HELP ME I'M ABOUT TO F A I N T SO LIKE ALEX's NAME CAME UP THEN RUTHIE'S THEN CI'ERE THEN ALEX WAS LIKE YO WE SHOULD SPLIT THE VOTES ON CI'ERE & ISSY THEN ISSY STARTED FREAKING OUT AND SLAPPING ON MY ASS FOR TAKING JAYO UT AND NOW IM CRYING A LOT WAHHH WAHH WAH

Ruthie

LENA AND NICOLE WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS SO YOU CAN AGREE TO VOTE ISSY WITH ME? If they don't show up for some reason we will probably all vote for Emmott real quick instead because who would play an idol on him? LOL. Watch someone play the idol on him now and me be voted out, but yeah. I'm nervous tonight, not for myself so much, but for Alex. I'm going to work on my speech again. <3

Alex

WHEW, so much has happened since we last spoke, where to begin Lena won Immunity, so that's great. She took Nicole and Ruthie, just as planned, and we got the Idol clue – no Idol, anywhere. We tried, nothing. Ugh. So we have to assume Issy or Ci'ere has it. So then, the vote discussion has to happen. Initially Aren is the only one to throw a name out, saying we should take out Ci'ere. I suspect this is because he has something going with Issy & Emmott, but whatever, I'll humor him, we'll see what people are doing. THEN I get word that Emmott, spastic little shit, is throwing MY name around, so we're gonna need to fix that. But.......nobody's biting. Weirdly so. Odd, but okay. If I can't get him out this time, at least I know where he stands. Plus, we engage in my favorite game of “bait people into giving up incriminating information,” using my usual mouthpiece, Ruthie. She plays along with Emmott, then goes to Aren and has a realtalk about if it's the right move for now. Luckily, Aren agrees it's not the right move THIS round without her even having to prompt him, so that's good. Of course, he's also not told me Ruthie “is after me,” so, hmm. But still, I trust him for this vote. Eventually we decide to split the votes 4-3, guys on Ci'ere, girls on Issy, so if she plays the Idol on Ci'ere, Issy goes home and we lol at two reward items taking out two players consecutively. But this is really the round where seeds of doubt are starting to take hold. Lena is agreed that Richie can't be trusted; Richie is starting to show signs of wavering against Ruthie, which is exactly what I want! I don't want this Family to be the final 4, but I also don't want to be the first one to make the move. So this is perfect for me. I'm taking out people I'm not close to, I'm starting to fracture the alliance without overtly being the one to do it, it's flawless. And, on top of that, Lena has the Idol after all! That's fantastic, so we're maneuvering the vote to land on Ci'ere anyway. Unless there's two Idols, we should be in the clear tonight, and then the sailing gets way smoother for Alex. Anyway I'm about to get voted out cause I just said all that, EL OH ELL!

Lena

I decided to tell Ruthie and Alex about the idol. I decided to not include Richie in on the news so far because he seems to be slipping away from us.. The old farts (myself, Ruthie, and Alex) are even tighter than before. But I also have this alliance going with Ruthie and Nicole and I'm really liking it with them too. So I have options. Alex is very threatening and could prevent me from winning though.. So we have to see

Ci’ere

“Right before tribal council, Alex of all people tells me that Aren had told him I was an immunity threat and I probably had an idol. He also says that if I actually have an idol that I should play it, WELL I DON’T HAVE ONE. Aren had brought up my past gameplay from an entirely different org and brought it to this one which is seriously upsetting when I’m trying to start fresh here. I confront Aren and he unsurprisingly ignores me. This kid is faker than my tits. I have been nothing but loyal to him this entire game and we’ve worked together on three tribes and then he decides to destroy the games of everyone he’s working with… I have no words.”

Richie

i feel so weird??? i feel like im playing such a different game than i expected myself to play???? my only real survivor org experience was kauai where i won the first 3 immunities in a row post merge and i always was in the know and plotting and being messy and playing hard and the target that i felt on me made me play even harder and messier and try and play proactive and be in control at all times........ but this time its not like that????? i'm not any more safe... i merged with minority numbers on my side so its not like im complacent and safe in a majority??? its just like i dont care??? okay its not that i dont care because i care a lot... but its just like i dont CARE about whats going on as long as i know i'm safe... its a lot more reactionary game and trying to play UTR, just forming social relationships with everyone in this game regardless of side (but not TOO strong bc i dont want people to feel like super betrayed when i vote them out or see me as this fake bitch (which i am lbr)) idk i just feel like i should be doing more for a resume at the end and bc i find joy out of PLAYING this game but for now the less i get involved the less mess is attached to my baggage with people in this game and thats what i'm hoping for right now..... i dont really know whats going on with this vote, my alliance is saying either vote out issy or ciere or split the votes and theres drama where alex told aren about the plan and aren told emmott so theres a mess of distrust so i guess i do know whats going on... i'd like to vote for ciere because thats what i told aren and issy i was doing and if he goes i want to not have a history of lying with them bc so far i've been playing the weak innocent middle man card with that side so i dont want to fuck that image up EVEN THO RUTHIEEEEEEEE TOLD ISSY THAT SHE WAS AFRIAD THE "KHIANA BOYS" WERE AFTER HER... SMH @RUTHIE I LOVE YOU BUT I HATE YOU FOR THAT!!!!! im trying to make it seem like im so beyond the khiana vs fawz lines and be like we're all one race, the human race <3 ynadfhajkdhfks anywayyyyyyys idk what i'm going to do tonight ill prob just vote ciere and hope for the best.... anyone but me right?

Aren

Welp... It's pretty fucking obvious at this point. I'm officially the unlucky dumbass that the Survivor Gods have elected as victim for tonight's tribal! The virgin sacrifice! It's a shame because for the whole day, it was just - Alex, Ci'ere, Alex, Ci'ere, Alex, Ci'ere. My name was still just a fart in the wind at that point... And THEN, all of a sudden in the last hour or so, BOOM! My name popped out like a surprise erection! It was crazy!!! But, YE lol I think I'm fucked lololloloollollololo its da aren is fukked parteh nd evry1 iz invytid!!!1111 lollolloollo

Ci’ere

“As far as I know, I’m unfortunately being voted out tonight and this will be my last confessional. :,( I didn’t want myself or my allies to go out in vain though so I made a cute little speech that will hopefully inspire people to make moves after I’m eliminated! Anyways, it’s been real Arabia~ This experience has been amazing and I’m so glad that I was able to meet all of you! Note: I just want you all to know that I did everything I could and even when it was 8 vs. 1 I didn’t give up. Bye <3”

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