#Stady One

[questrunners]

Quest Runners | [Design] Concept of the mouse cursor from the Quest Runners visual novel adventure game by @stadyone

#Stady One #stadyone #Quest Runners #questrunners #fantasy #adventure #visual novel #visualnovel #rollplay #rpg #game #indie #development #indiegamedev #gamedev #sprite #design #concept #art #illustration #drawing #painting #digital #web #comic #series #cartoon #anime #manga #style

[stadyone]

XYX | Stady One

#Stady One #stadyone #illustration #drawing #painting #vector #art #concept #design #sketch #scribble #doodle #artwork #digital #adobe #illustrator #photoshop #eye #third eye #3rd eye #beautiful #flower #magic #psyche #wisdom #spirituality

[bumblingbabooshka]

Commission for @monsterclosetposts of Lieutenant Stadi from Star Trek Voyager!

#characters who only appear for one or two scenes but capture someone's heart are the most powerful force on earth #commissions #bea art tag #Stadi #comm work

[thydungeongal]

Oh and on the subject of names of Helsinki:

Helsinki is the literal official name of the city. Most normal people call it that.

"Stadi" is what the city was called in old Helsinki slang, the name coming from the Swedish word stad, meaning "city." Used by old Helsinki natives like my dad and cringelords like me who grew up outside of Helsinki and moved there later in life and are now compensating for it. Has a big vibe of "Helsinki is the city, and the only city."

"Iso kirkko," or "da big church." A form of metonymy where a part is used in place of the whole: when people say they're going to "the big church" (the Doom Church in Helsinki. Actually a rather small church. Huge relative to the average size of churches in Finland.) they don't mean they're going to the church itself but the town surrounding it. A somewhat tongue-in-cheek way of referring to the city.

"Hesa" is what the city is known as colloquially outside of Helsinki. While it's very normal it will mark you as a bumpkin it you ever use it in Helsinki.

"Mega Hese 1" (the number 1 is often read as "Yksi" like normal but can also be read as the dialectal "Ykkönen") is an extremely online and ironic way to refer to Helsinki, modeled after Mega City One from Judge Dredd. "Hese" is actually the colloquial name of the Finnish burger joint Hesburger and using it to refer to Helsinki is an easy way to piss off Helsinki natives. This one owns so much I fucking love it.

#languages #finnish posting

[zeezelweazel]

I would love it if you started writing for Chloe kelly

Chloe Kelly| Lost in euphoria|

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My girl is having such a great season, hope we can win the league cuz Chelsea needs to be humbled. Anyway I'm still not over that world cup final so have this.

First Chloe fic let's goo

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You can't sleep. Of course you can't, the world cup final is tomorrow. You bled sweat and tears to get to this point. With your captain and best player in the world barely back in shape and the federation being full of sexist assholes you feel like you've fought a war to reach the final.

Nerves are normal before matches like this one. The winner takes it all and you have to make sure that you are the winner. You've learnt how to live with it and get over it so you can give it your all on the pitch. This time though it's different, because you're playing England in the final.

You dread the moment you have to step on the pitch. They want this as much as you and they need this as much as you. How will you be able to play against your girlfriend in such a game? Sure, you play eachother often enough, in the league and even the cup sometimes and you're definitely used to the rivalry given how she plays for manchester city and you for united but this is different. This is a world cup final. An entire nation depends on you.

Just as you're about to turn around and try to sleep your phone lights up with a notification. You look at the screen to see a message.

Baby blue 💙

Hey

I can't sleep

You smile when you see Chloe's text, immediately forgetting about the match tomorrow. You grab your phone and text her back immediately. You probably should be getting some sleep before such an important game but it's not like you'd do anything but roll around in bed all night. Plus talking to Chloe always helps you relax, right now it also helps you forget the fact that tomorrow she'd be your biggest rival.

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No words can describe the feeling of playing in a wolrd cup final. The atmosphere is electric, your whole body pumbed with adrenaline and nerves that only got worse when the whistle blew. You were equal parts relieved and upset that Chloe wasn't on the starting line up. She deserves to be on the starting eleven, you know this but you can't help but feel relieved that you can prolong playing against her.

The first half is obviously in your favour. England's attacks are disjointed and messy, most of them not leading to anything good. You and Ona didn't let anything get through, closing down every English attack. The forwards are doing their job successfully, as expected with Aitana bossing the midfield and pulling the strings. Sure enough after a stady and good performance Olga manages to open the scoreline with a good shot.

Your first instinct is to turn to Irene and hug her tightly before running to meet the rest of the girls up ahead and join in the celebrations.

After the half time whistle blew you were very eager to finally get the chance to catch your breath. You blocked the annoying drill of Vilda's voice and instead focused on keeping your head clear and your mind set on the target. You know England wasn't going to give up easily.

A few moments later Jenni places a hand on your shoulder and shakes you out of your thoughts. The second half was about to start, but when you get up from the bench and move to the pitch you see Chloe doing the same. Of course she'd be subbed in on the second half, England needed to get better on the final third and your girlfriend was the perfect choice alongside Lauren James.

You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the awful feelings that tried to crawl up your chest. You thought you were used to playing against her but this is different. This is the world cup.

Right before the whistle blows you try and catch her eyes but Chloe's gaze is firmly locked on the ball. You gulp down any last remnants of nervousness and focus.

Chloe and Lauren change the game immediately and England's attacks start gaining momentum but with how well you and the rest of the Spanish defence are playing said momentum is quickly crumbling.

The clock is ticking and even though Jenni missed a penalty England is getting desperate for an equaliser. They've come close a couple times but still nothing and now with the final minutes of extra time it looks like it's over. But of course, life is never that easy.

Two minutes of extra time remain when a fatal mistake is made. England steals the ball in your half of the pitch and with Ona out of position there's a huge open space. The ball is thrown ahead by James and within a second Chloe is on it with you chasing behind. The crowd is already starting to go wild for something that looks to be a certain goal. Chloe is closing in on goal but just as she's about to lift her foot to take the shot you slide on the pitch and manage to knock the ball off her feet in a clean tackle that has half the crowd gasping and groaning in defeat and the other half cheering and clapping wildly. Chloe gets up and goes for the ball immediately, the blonde not one to give up until she hears the whistle but you're on her once more and you cut off her desperate attempt at a last minute cross to the Spanish box.

Once the ball goes out of play the ref blows the whistle and it's all over.

The crowd erupts in a loud roar, players and fans alike jumping in happiness or slumping in defeat. Before you can react half of the team is swarming you, patting your back and kissing your cheeks and ruffling your hair. Alexia pulls you in a tight embrace and you can't help but return it with teary eyes.

"You saved us Y/N. You won us the world cup."

You release a watery laugh and shake your head at your captain.

"No Ale, it was all of us. We did this."

It takes a while for all the girls to spread on the field but when they do your eyes instinctively scan the field for a familiar blonde ponytail.

You see Chloe sitting on the side of the pitch, seemingly not having moved since the final whistle. Lauren Hemp is by her side rubbing a hand down Chloe's back. She notices your approach and leaves the two of you alone. You sit down beside her and for a while neither of you talk. The atmosphere is tense and you feel like if you don't say something soon you'll lose your mind.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

You both look at eachother before you burst out in a short fit of light giggles. When you stop laughing your smile falls slightly at the sight of Chloe's puffy eyes and you softly wipe some stray tears from her cheeks.

"I ruined it for you, I'm so sorry I-"

Chloe looked at you with surprise evident on her face. She shook her head and took one of your hands holding it tightly.

"You did what any great degender would've done. That was like, the best tackle I've seen."

You laugh and lean closer to her. You knew that your girlfriend wouldn't be upset about what happened but part of you feels guilty that you stripped her of that moment. A moment of silce washes over the both of you as Chloe plays with you hands.

"We failed."

Her words were soft and defeated, so different from her usual loud and confident attitude, that it tugged on your heart strings painfully. You placed your hand on her face and softly urged her to look up to you.

"You didn't fail Chloe. You finished second in the world cup. I understand how painful it is to get so close to a trophy just to lose it on the last minute but failing is not even making it past the group stage or getting eliminated in the round of 16. You did amazing, I'm so proud of you."

Your insides feel warm when a big grin breaks it's way into Chloe's face.

"God, I wish I could kiss you right now."

You laugh and nod in agreement but there's no rush. You'll have all the time in the world to spent on celebrating your win with your girlfriend. Your little bubble pops when you notice Alexia beckoning you to get up. You guess it's time for the ceremony. You turn to Chloe one last time and smile. She pats your cheek and gets up before helping you rise off the pitch as well.

"Come on world champion, you have a trophy to lift."

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#wlw #female reader #woso imagine #woso #woso x reader #lionesses #chloe kelly #chloe kelly x reader

[oceansssblue]

~[INDEPENDENT ONE-SHOTS]

[THE BAD BATCH]– "ONE HUG AWAY"

HUNTER/F READER 💖💔

TRAVELLING WITH THE BATCH FOR QUITE SOME TIME NOW, HUNTER AND YOU HAVE GROWN TO BE THE BEST OF FRIENDS. BUT FRIENDS DON'T FEEL LIKE YOU DO AFTER JUST ONE –OR MAYBE TOO MANY– HUGS, RIGHT?

I JUST WANTED AN EXCUSE TO HUG HUNTER OKAY?

WARNINGS: PTSD–EXPLICIT WAR NIGHTMARES (BLOOD&FAMILY LOSS) IN THE FIRST PART 💔 (CAN SKIP IF YOU WANNA), OTHERWISE PURE FLUFF 💖.

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You have a recurring nightmare. Sometimes it's just the smell; smoke and ashes, and the rotting skin of the deceased bodies that pile around you being burnt. Your nose scrunches in your sleep and you turn to your side, trying to get rid of the stench of blood and death. It doesn't usually work; and it doesn't this time, either.

Sometimes it progresses to images. Flashes of endless battalions of droids and endless battalions of clones; mixed with your own people in between, the numbers of the three groups reducing drastically each day the war drags on. It used to be beautiful, your planet, with it's peculiar blue grass and vibrant flowers; tall delicate trees and a fascinating wildlife. Now everything is mutted to orange, grey and black; fire and the shattered debris of the capital left behind.

The images turn real with sounds. It's a slow transition. It starts as a distant distorted echo, as if you were listening to something underwater. Then it blasts; roaring in increasing intensity until your ears ring and you shake unconsciously in your sleep, trashing around in your bunk.

Screams. Orders. Cries. Begging for help. Tears in your eyes. Smoke. Fire. Blood, dripping from the open gash of your shoulder and the shot wound on your side. Where are they? You can't see them. Are they safe? Are they...?

You shout their names. The tears keep streaming down your face, wetting your cheeks in real life too. You whimper in your sleep, your body shaking in place.

You can't see them again. You beg not to. But the "you" in your nightmare turns around, slowly, almost recreatively; and then...

"No!" You wake up crying, no restraint whatsoever in how you do.

You weren't even aware of it; of the way your body replicated the same emotions of that damned day of your past while sleeping in your bunk in the Marauder, surrounded by your boys, the family you have now.

You take a deep breath –a weak, stuttering thing–. Your hands quickly find their way to the collar of your t-shirt, tugging it down harshly to expose the scar on your shoulder. Your eyes flicker over every inch.

Another

deep

breath.

Your heartbeat hammers in your chest. Your trembling hands slowly pull up the end of the shirt to reveal your side as well; another scar etched in place.

You touch them. You breathe. You're safe. That had been the past; and while your loss had been heartbreaking and terrible, you were not alone in your present. You had the Batch; you were not back there.

Your breathing pattern starts to slow; your heartbeat still protesting madly in your chest. You let your shirt drop back to place and sigh, still sitting in the middle of your bunk. You take a glance around. You hope you haven't woken up any of them; Maker knows they need the sleep, after last night. You specially hope you haven't startled...

Hunter. He's laying on his bunk with his torso propped up on his elbows; gaze stady and intent on your shape. You can barely see him in the darkness of the room; just his siluete and the weight of his heavy stare. He knows. He can hear your heartbeat, your breathing. He could hear your quiet whimpers and cries, before, maybe even smell your tears. Hell, he can probably guess what the dream was all about. After all, he had been the one to help her escape the wrath of the Separatists. He had seen the destruction of her planet, too.

A powerful need to go to him wrecks you. Your fingers tremble, and a choked sound threatens to pour out of your lips. You hesitate for just a second. Hunter and you have never really been that close before –fellowship, fondness and polite respect, sure, but not that level of raw affection–; and you don't want to bother him. Or make him feel weird. Or like he has to take care of you out of duty as the good human being he is but not really wanting to do so. But you need him. You do.

You cross the small space between both of your bunks as noiseless as posible, wavering on your tip-toes. He tracks every one of your movements; chin tilting up slightly to look up at you when you finally stand in front of him. You play with your own hands for a moment; feeling uncertain and restless in the expectant silence. You can see him a tiny bit better now; long hair –a bit of a mess without his bandana on–, sharp profile and impossibly magnetic eyes. He's always being so good to you...

You feel yourself starting to shake again –your emotions swirling inside your mind–; but it all stops with Hunter's movement as he pulls the covers back with one hand in a clear invitation to share his bed for the night. You make a small needy uncontrolable sound with your throat; and scramble to crawl in his bunk besides him without much thought.

Hunter's body is incredibly firm and warm. You move for a few seconds while trying to find the best position against him; quickly setting for your cheek pressing into his chest and your nose hiding in his neck, one arm wrapped around him and both legs respectfully on top of the thin matress inches away from his. Hunter make's a deep humming sound of his own and his right hand slowly presses against the middle of your back; just a reassuring presence that without words messages "i'm here". You know. He always is.

You take in his comforting familiar scent and sigh. You're too tired to give much thought to the fact that you're actually hugging Hunter; and dark memories replaced in his safe embrace, you take no time in drifting back again into unconsciousness.

Hunter stays awake for a while; making sure your nightmares don't return before going back to sleep as well, getting used to the strange feeling of being this close to you. It's new; and nicer than he'd like to admit to himself.

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The second time you hug him is a relief-driven action that holds no pre-planed thought at all. You had been waiting for news of the Batch for weeks now, having to stay back on Pabu after breaking your arm in the last mission; forced to watch them go on their own. It hadn't gone right for them either –the Empire smelling their trace and making their trip twice as long and with no coms available, even with Tech's security measures–. You had nearly picked your nails off; and a somehow un-nervous Phee standing next to you and chuckling to herself for whatever mysterious reason you couldn't care to find out had definitely not helped.

You're running towards them the moment the Marauder touches the ground. Wrecker's the first to walk the ramp; and though you care for him dearly, it's not him you jump towards.

Hunter has no other option than to hold you tightly against his chest in surprise when you crash into him. The force of your desperate hug makes him stumble –definetly not expecting that kind of welcome from you–; but he quickly gains his footing and carefully and almost hesitantly hugs you back.

"You should be more carefull with that arm" he points out, voice deep and roughned up by the tiredness and dehydratation close to your ear. "A cast doesn't give you inmunity".

You chuckle, tightening your one-arm hug against him once before taking a deep relieved breath in and stepping back. You tilt your head to look up into Hunter's dark chocolate eyes. He looks exhausted, but still holds a firm and gentle aura. He's always the composed soldier; and you admire him for that.

"No, and that's why I've mastered the one-side tackle" you joke, eying quickly the rest of the Batch and softening your glance. "I'm glad you're back and safe, Hunter".

His eyes fill with warmth and affection at your sweet, sincere tone. A fleeting thought passes through your head, noticing the difference between amicable fondness and this newfound emotion shining in his gaze. His hand briefly squeezes your un-injured shoulder once, close enough to your old scar that it somehow makes it burn. You wouldn't have been able to take your eyes of him even if you tried to.

Hunter pulls his hand back and offers a tiny tired smile.

"I'm glad to be back too".

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The physical contact with Hunter continues to grow in the following month; until it becomes a natural expected thing, a helping hand or a brush of arms here and there.

Hunter's the one to actually give you the third hug. It's one night when you all say your goodbyes to each other and prepare to get to your respective apartments for the night that happens. The people in Pabu had been kind enough to offer a twin set for you lot; having divided yourself in boys and girls. Hunter bends down to give Omega a hug; turning right after to you and enveloping your figure in his arms as well.

You freeze momentarily –though not in disgust–; your heartbeat speeding up slightly at the surprising –and unusal– gesture. Yeah, you've hugged Hunter yourself twice now; but he has never been one to initiate contact himself, maybe too polite for that.

It's him who realises what he's done, stepping back with a confused expression on his face and pushing his long hair back in a shy selfconscious tick.

"Oh, um... I don't know why I did that. My bad" he shrugs it off, offering a sheepish smile, and you chuckle at his reaction.

Not so composed this time.

"That's alright, Hunter. I don't mind. You're a good hugger" you point out.

His expresion turns into amusement, and he shows his signature side smirk. He crosses his arms in front of his chest. He's one of a motherfucker atractive man. Future girlfriend will be ecstatic to have him.

"Am I, now?"

You both laugh softly, and he decides it's time to leave you so you can have some time to rest. They're going on a mission tomorrow, and he needs you bright and early.

"Good night, mesh'la" he tells you, voice soft feeling like a caress, and you study him in curiosity at the new Mando'a.

You've heard them say some words here and there –mostly insults or surprised expressions–; but never that one.

Before you're able to ask the meaning of it, Hunter offers a last smile and turns around, quietly walking away to their own apartment straight across from yours. Your eyes never leave his retrearing figure; while Omega's switches curiously between you both.

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You lose count after the fourth one. Hugs start to form part of your usual rutine; sometimes a quick way of saying "hello" or "goodbye" and sometimes a simple show of affection, until it reaches the point where they're not unexpected anymore –though equally pleasant–. You also start to hug the rest of the Batch as well; not Echo, of course –he isn't comfortable with you like that just yet, though he admits small pats and squeezes on the shoulder as a substitute–, but Omega, Tech and Wrecker. Each hug with them feels different than rest; Hunter's keeps being the best.

It's not just physical contact that grows over the two of you; but mental as well. You often find yourself sitting with him in the cockpit –when you're on a mission– or strolling through Pabu –sometimes with Omega on your tail, sometimes not– when you're on a break. Your relationship with him deepens. He even opens up enough to talk about Crosshair; something you know it hurts him and has never been mentioned around you before. Other times he shares his worries about Omega and her on-the-run childhood; his fears for what the future beholds. You take special care of those quiet, heartfelt moments, listening carefully and giving your thoughtfull opinion that is neither naive nor too depressing; just the right amount of truth. You must be doing something right; because Hunter keeps coming back for more.

Somewhere along the way, two months in since that day of your nightmare, he casually opens his arms wide for you –not as a hello or a goodbye, not because it has been too long since you last saw each other, just a spontaneous gesture because he wants to– and you can't help but smile and cuddle straight into his arms. He sighs, body curving slightly to drap himself closer around you; and you feel the luckiest person in the world.

You take that as a license to hug him whenever you want. Sometimes he's in the middle of a conversation with his brothers when you walk towards them and slide your arms around him, pressing softly against his side; Hunter quickly growing into it and wrapping an arm around you as well without stopping the talk. Other times it's him who does it; like when you're watching Omega play with other teens on the beach, and Hunter come's around and hugs you to him while resting his chin on your shoulder, observing her.

People in Pabu start gossipping about you; rumours spreading that you might have started dating. You almost laugh when you hear it for the first time. Yeah, Hunter and you hug a lot, now, and it's undeniable that you've grown much closer; but don't friends hug too?

You start being more aware of your own actions from there on; and conclude that maybe not like that. And maybe hugs between friends aren't supposed to make you feel this way either; the way Hunter's does.

It's like that how you realise you're falling in love with him. You've always respected and admired him so much; but your feelings for him run deeper than that.

The hugs become even more frecuent as time passes by. You start to play with his hair too; Hunter even proping his head on your lap when you're resting on your bunk to demand some. You do it each time with a small chuckle and a rush of warmth and love that makes your eyes shine. You wonder if he's able to read the differences on your reactions, now.

You gather your courage, and when one of those times he relaxes on your lap again, enjoying the soft caresses of your fingers on his hair and scalp, you bend forward to kiss his forehead. Before you do, his breath hitches; his senses detecting some kind of movement above him. When your lips finally press softly against his skin, Hunter relaxes and lets out a small content hum. His right hand travels up to close around your leg, squeezing gently; and you restart your little massage.

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You're honestly surprised with how quiet the rest of the batch has been around you; not a word of your unusual closeness with Hunter even after three months of development. Yeah, they steal glances of the two from time to time, as if expecting for something to happen; but there's no out of place comment or impatient complaint.

You're... hesitant about Hunter. About his feelings for you; sometimes so convinced they're as romantic as yours are, and other times swaying towards a strong friendship. Hunter doesn't kiss on the cheek anybody else, or cuddle with any other woman, for that matter; he's a bit reserved. But then again, he has never had a close female friend before, either; so maybe he's just curiously exploring what it means, enjoying the change. A bit of your own insecurities play their part as well. Hunter is such a striking man... And though you don't believe yourself to be unnatractive by any chance, you're not sure you're able to compete on his league. But maybe you don't have to, right? Hunter's not one of your past fleeting flings, not someone who values how you look and how many times you have sex in a week with as your main value. He's a decent person; someone who truly cares for your well-being. You snort at your following thought. Maybe that problem of your last relationship hadn't been you; you're sure you'd never lack the desire to jump in bed with Hunter. And you know he wouldn't pressure you if that weren't the case. That's the best part.

One week later, it's him who finally points out the elephant in the room. You're just entering their small apartment after watching a beautiful sunset in Pabu; deciding to make him some company while the rest of the Batch stays with Omega in the beach. He had stayed back under the need for some quiet and silence. After a whole afternoon to himself, you believe he must have had that covered.

Hunter's attention inmediatly snaps to you as soon as you walk through the open door; turning his body towards you and crossing his arms with an arching brow. He knows what's coming. It's tradition, now. You feel the inmediate need as soon as you're in front of him.

"You know... I'm one hug away from kissing you, cyare" he warns, amused little smile dancing on his lips while he gently stops your hips with his hands. "You're driving me crazy with all that physical contact, mesh'la".

You laugh. Your eyes shine up at him, insides warm and fuzzy with the raw affection he's directing towards you. His thumbs trace slow lazy circles over your hips. You love him. You have enjoyed the unhurried natural progression of your developing relationship; but you can't wait to take the next step, to finally being able to call him yours. You want to be that lucky girl you thought of once.

Oh well. If one more hug is all it takes...

You slowly stand on your tip-toes; and without taking your eyes off of him, your hands slowly skim up his arms til you're enveloping his back and shoulders in a half-hug. Your face is inches from Hunter's now. Your smile is impossibly wide and proud while you grin at him.

Hunter chuckles in amusement, quickly catching onto your logic, the silent question in your gesture; and one of his hands abandon your hips for a gentle hold on the side of your jaw.

"Love you" he mumbles, still smiling while he gives you his first ever kiss, making you giggle while you cling to his shoulders and kiss him back as well.

He deepens the kiss, demanding more of you while tigthening his grasp on your hip and pulling you closer. You make a satisfied happy noise with your throat, fingers slipping into his hair and body melting against him.

"Love you too".

THE END.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I JUST THOUGHT OF HOW GOOD A HUG FROM STRONG HANDSOME HUNTER WOULD FEEL AND THIS IS THE RESULT.

HOPE YOU'VE LIKED IT (LET ME KNOW)!

AS ALWAYS, REBLOGS ARE DEEPLY APRECIATED.

REMEMBER I'M TAKING REQUESTS/PROMPTS!

Xx,

Sky.

PS. HELPPPP CAN SOMEONE PLS EXPLAIN TO ME HOW CAN I LINK MY ONE-SHOTS IN TUMBLR WITH JUST THE TITLE IN THE CUTE WAY EVERYONE DOES AND NOT LIKE I'M CURRENTLY DOING? TY!

(Back to general masterlist here)

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[writingxfootballl]

don’t wait for some day (kiss her you fool)  (leah williamson x reader)

Why is there so much mistletoe everywhere?

Word count: 1105 ish

Ratings: H for happy holidays!

Title: kiss her you fool by kids that fly

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As soon as you walk into training you groan. 

“Seriously guys? Get a room or something.” 

Beth pulls away from Viv to shoot you a glare. 

“There was a mistletoe. What else were we supposed to do?” 

You follow her finger up towards the ceiling and roll your eyes. 

“Very funny guys, but you know I’m going to have to take that down.” 

Beth pouts at you. 

“You’re no fun.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“Yeah yeah I’m the Grinch I get it. But no training is going to get done if everyone keeps making out everywhere.” 

Viv butts in. 

“You’re just saying that because you’re single.” 

You scoff. 

“Me being single has nothing to do with this.” 

Beth smirks. 

“Orrrr it’s because she’s upset over a certain blonde-“

You cut her off by walking away and throwing up your arms. 

“Okay- Enough! I’m going to go get the ladder.” 

The two forwards share a look that you miss. 

“Order more mistletoe?” 

“Already on it.” 

~~

As you’re walking to the locker room the next day, you run into Leah in the doorway.

Your heart races a little at the meeting but you stifle it down like you’ve done for the past years, instead giving her a smile and saying:

“Team meeting in five.” 

Leah nods towards the field. 

“Already on my way there captain.” 

You’re pretty sure Leah can see the way your face flushes at that. You clear your throat and say: 

“I’ll see you there.”

Leah nods and heads out, leaving you swallowing drying after her. 

~~

You remember when you first met, years ago back when you both played for different youth teams. 

Your first meeting was in a friendly between Arsenal and Manchester City that quickly turned physical, and you had scars on your legs to prove it. 

The up and coming midfielder at the time was tackling you poorly, leaving you wincing in constantly on the ground, and drawing a lot of fouls. 

One particularly poor tackle left you crying in pain beneath her, a cleat mark showing on your left thigh.

Even then, you didn’t meet—officially. 

It was after the game that you did.

While you made your way to the locker room, you were almost knocked over by a flash of red.

Leah looked so distraught that you had to ask her if she was okay. 

But she didn’t even hear you, considering the midfielder was sputtering so many apologies as she rushed to check on your leg. 

After a long while of reassurance that you were in fact fine, Leah, with a flushed face, finally introduced herself to you. 

You shook her hand and gulped. 

You were smitten from the start.

Eventually, you would go on to join Arsenal on loan, where you’d meet again. 

The very first day you caught the eyes of the now defender, who immediately sauntered over to introduce herself.

You, being completely forgetful, didn’t recognize her, until her hand was in yours. 

That handshake brought you back five years, to that one game on the field. 

The once awkward teen was now stunning and radiant, and you honestly felt like the breath got knocked out of you. 

“Nice to see you again, Y/N.”

“Likewise, Leah.” 

Safe to say, you stuck with Arsenal after that year. 

As you and Leah got closer over the years both on and off the field, your feelings for her grew and grew.

You stole glances at her whenever you could, not very subtly, considering that everyone else on the team could tell. 

Beth had bet the rest of the team that you’d get together by the end of Christmas, and she was adamant on winning. 

If nothing else could bring you together, maybe mistletoe would. 

~~

You shook your head as you made it onto the field. 

“Alright. Who did this?”

You were met with snickers by the team, all of which had seen the green plant hanging from the goalpost. 

You shake your head even more. 

“No more mistletoe at training. Got it?”

A quiet agreeing murmur broke out, but you could see the mischievous smile on Beth’s face, and you knew you were in for it. 

And you were right. 

Day after day, more and more mistletoe popped up around the stadium. 

They were like hydra heads, for every one you took down, two more seemed to show up in its place. 

Eventually, you gave up. 

By this point the locker room ceiling was filled with the plant, and you had to knock before going in to avoid seeing your teammates going at it. 

So far, you had the luck of not standing under it with anyone. You really didn’t want to have that conversation with anyone. 

But eventually, your luck would run out.

Or not, depending on how you looked at it. 

As you were making your way to Jonas’s office one day, you passed by Leah. 

The defender caught your arm, making you abruptly stop, and your heart caught in your throat when you saw what she was pointing to. 

Right above your head, where the two of you stood, in all its glory, was another mistletoe. 

You gulped and your heart was pounding. 

Leah was looking at you expectantly and that made you even more nervous. 

You started rambling. 

“I mean it’s just a stupid tradition. I’m sure nothing would happen if we, I mean unless you want- I mean we don’t have to-“

Leah’s soft “shut up” made you close your mouth. 

“For a captain you sure are dense aren’t you?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in puzzlement. 

“What?”

Leah chuckles and just grabs your face.

“Kiss me already.”

You don’t wait for another second before leaning in.

It’s only when air becomes an issue that you pull away, your cheeks flushing as you do so. 

Leah’s soft smile makes it all worth it.

“I’ve been flirting with you since you joined Arsenal you know.”

Your look of surprise makes her laugh. 

“I didn’t know how else to get you to respond so…”

It’s your turn to laugh this time. 

“So you put mistletoe everywhere just so you could kiss me?”

Leah says a little embarrassed:

“I mean Beth and Viv helped a little too.”

Your smile is blinding. 

“Go on a date with me then?”

Leah nods before kissing you again.

“Of course.” 

And just before your lips meet, your eyes trail up to the ceiling back to the plant that started it all. 

You wouldn’t mind leaving this one up after all. 

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal wfc imagines #arsenal wfc x reader #engwnt #engwnt x reader #engwnt imagine #uswnt x reader

[thedrarrylibrarian]

Halloween Spooks!

I focused on creatures last year, so I wanted to give my attention to everything else horrific this year. Enjoy these scary and suspenseful recs! 👻

100 Words of Horror by @moonstruckwytch (3,100 words total, rated M)

A collection of Fear Fest Works. Each chapter is 100 words.

*I especially recommend chapters 5, 9, 10, 17, 20, 21, & 22

What is lost stays lost by @cavendishbutterfly (456 words, rated T)

Sometimes Harry leaves the castle in the middle of the night, and Draco follows him.

The Manor by @kittycargo (1,405 words, rated T)

There was something wrong with the Manor.

The mimic by @steampunkserpent27 (797 words, rated T)

Harry hears Draco (who he presumes dead) calling for help outside of his cabin one night. Only, something isn't quite right.

iterum by @moonstruckwytch (2,127 words, rated M)

dark magic keeps draco malfoy alive, even when he shouldn't be. unfortunately, to stay that way he's going to have to give something up—something important.

the tedious work of soothing grief with love by luminae (2,363 words, rated M)

Ginny doesn't like working as a medium. Never has, probably never will. The grief-stricken make for bad company and Harry, while handsome and kind, is no exception.

Cruel Blade by @wheezykat (2,572 words, rated E)

Drowning in his grief after the murder of his husband, Draco will do anything to bring him back.

But this is not Harry. This is something else entirely.

The Willing Flesh by @corvuscrowned (2,763 words, rated E)

Draco shows Harry how to do blood magic. Harry shows Draco just how powerful The Chosen One can become.

at the end of his tether by @helle-bored (4,280 words, rated M)

There's a worn page folded in an inner pocket of Harry's robes with a single underlined paragraph.

Discrete magical signatures have been observed after the destruction of a Dementor. Some scholars believe this implies that the souls of its victims persist as captives within its form, as opposed to undergoing immediate obliteration, and therefore serve the purpose of providing the creature with sustenance over a prolonged period of time.

Harry has carried it for nearly two years.

when god closes a door by luminae (4,400 words, rated T)

Harry usually cares far less about so-called haunted houses and ghosts. They aren't real, after all. Except when they ruin his evening.

Saltwater Stain by @the-starryknight (9,000 words, rated E)

Seven days stuck on a boat investigating a rogue ghost wouldn't be so bad if Harry didn't want Draco so much. Draco has his rules and Harry's content to follow them, but the air feels different away from the shore. Is it possible that the sea could offer Harry something impossible on land?

*be sure to check out last week’s Happy Hour Rec of this fic by @wolfpants as well!

Time and Time Again by @rainbees (16,316 words, rated T)

Draco doesn't know why he keeps stepping into his own future, nor why it involves a hallway covered in Harry Potter's blood.

it is not a house by luminae (43,388 words, rated E)

There are many stories that can happen in a forgotten house, in the middle of the Arctic. Heart-warming tales about human connection and finding the essence of the self. Epic love stories that defy reason. Warnings about the hubris of human explorations. This is both none of the above and a bit of all. This is a horror story.

Vis-à-Vis-à-Vis by @vukovich (49,999 words, rated E)

Harry's assignment was simple. Close out Draco Malfoy's missing persons case so he can be declared dead.

But who's making withdrawals from Malfoy's vaults? How is a death omen-turned-Unspeakable involved? Is an organization known as the Moirai to blame?

Harry brushes it off until he can't. Until The Prophet is flooded with sightings of dead people. Until Robards throws himself on his sword. Until Ron turns on his own family. Until Harry scarcely trusts his own reflection in the mirror and trusts the stranger in his bed even less.

Until all that stands between war and peace is Harry, a name plate, a stadium of murderers, and Draco Malfoy.

God save the Ministry.

Yours is the Earth (Hold On, Hold On) by chickenlivesinpumpkin (127,167 words, rated E)

After a serious accident in the Forbidden Forest, Draco's personality begins to undergo subtle changes. At first, Harry credits this to a new enthusiasm for life. But as the days pass and Draco's behavior becomes more and more mysterious, Harry begins to suspect that something bigger--and darker--is at work.

If you are looking for more Halloween thrills, please check out my Card Catalog! There I have Vampires, Werewolves, Darker Themes, and previous years rec lists for Halloween!

Trick or Treat!

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

#drarry #drarry halloween #drarry halloween rec list #spooky drarry recs #drarry rec list #drarry recs #spooky drarry #drarry horror #halloween rec list #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry x draco #the drarry librarian #thedrarrylibrarian #lots of love and trick or treat!

[traxanaxanos]

I couldn’t deal with it anymore I’ve gotta have an explanation for why all Betazoids on Voyager have extremely human names so I’ve made up my own:

Lieutenant Veronica Stadi: one of her parents was a xenobotanist who were fascinated with the alien flora of Earth. She’s actually named after her mom’s favorite alien flower Veronica longifolia, also known on Earth as the Speedwell. Veronica probably picks up the nickname Speedwell as an almost-pun on her ability to fly ships really speedily and really well all while avoiding quantum filaments

Juliet Jurot: given that she choses to attend the Vulcan Science Academy, I’m just going to assume that her whole family is very interested and open to experiencing the cultures of other species. Thus she’s named after the Shakespeare character - her father had a deep and important friendship and working relationship with a Klingon translator who worked on translating Shakespeare from the original Klingon into several Betazed languages. She’s a little mad that out of all the Shakespeare characters her dad could have picked he went for the tragic teenager and Jurot just has to carry that reference as a level-headed adult woman now, but she also does see the appeal of the alliteration over like “Perdita Jurot” (Sycorax Jurot though, now there’s a fucking cool Betazoid name)

Lon Suder: his parents were SO psychic that they saw both into the future and outside of the bounds of the narrative and knew their son would be in a horror episode of Star Trek: Voyager and were like “hmm let’s name him after renowned Earth horror actor Lon Chaney just to be thematically appropriate; that’ll be fun for a couple people in the audience to speculate on.”

#star trek #star trek voyager #lieutenant stadi #stadi #veronica stadi #jurot #betazoids #betazoid #lon suder #Juliet jurot

[king-krisu]

What's the difference between Helsinki, Hesa, and Stadi?

Oh HELL yes now we're talking. Essentially Helsinki is just the neutral official name, Hesa is what non-Helsinki people usually use (or that's the joke anyway), and Stadi is what Helsinki-natives/people who live here use. It's like if you live here and use Hesa, you "out yourself" as someone from the country (which to a lot of people here is anything right outside the Metropolitan area, or "Ring 3" lol).

The word Stadi (which you pronounce like the word "study") comes from the swedish word stad, which means city. Helsinki slang uses a ton of swedish words and pronounces them in a finnish way, stadi being one of them.

#random finnish things

[ezrisdax-archive]

Voyager, for the change 5 thing ask?

send me a tv show/book/fandom and i’ll say the top 5 things i’d change about it

Anyone who knows me knows I can't stand Tom Paris so like...I've said it before and I'll say it again. Stadi should have lived and been the pilot of the show and if she didn't then Tom should have left in season two like they teased that one episode. Like he's the character that gets the most "development" and you can tell is the writers faves. He knows enough medical stuff to replace the EMH for a week or whatever when the EMH is sent off, he's the bestest pilot ever, he killed three people while at the academy but we're just gonna ignore that anyway. He gets promoted and demoted and promoted again as the show goes on while Harry gets nothing. He is the thing I hate most on Voyager and my second most hated character in all of anything and ever.

The Doctor being such a mentor to Seven. First of all it just gets creepy to me when he falls in love with her, I think the writing there is just awful but like, he should be a student in his own way learning with Seven. Like sure share what he's come to learn himself but not be the mentor he is on the show.

All the writing with Chakotay, I really like him as a character but learning the bullshit they pulled with hiring a writer who wasn't even First Nations to write a character that was always pisses me off, so we get some horribly racist episodes when it comes to him. That will always leave a bad taste in my mouth and I wish they'd done so much better with him. Also minor but the episode where Tom acts as a spy and they set Chakotay up without telling him or apologizing really at the end always bothers the hell out of me too.

HARRY DESERVES A PROMOTION I WILL DIE ON THAT HILL

Speaking of Harry, god I needed more episodes where he wasn't playing Tom's sidekick, I hated that so much and you could tell the writers just didn't care about him or his character and I think it's such a shame. There's something so interesting to me about a character who starts off so wide eyed and in awe of everything but gets put the wringer fifty billion times and comes out still hopeful. But we barely get to see that because there's Tom. I'm not bitter I say bitterly.

Like DS9 I just can't stop, I need to fix Star Trek deep in my heart and B'Elanna deserves better, like Jadzia before her when she gets into a relationship from then on a lot of the episodes and storylines she gets are then about that relationship and even worse about how much she puts into it while getting back lines like "you're being hysterical again", like the way that makes my blood boil and has not and never will stop.

Once again I'm team give Seven a fucking uniform

I do think there should have been more episodes on how Voyager was struggling, like I don't want it to be the whole time because god knows I'd find that miserable but the lack of resources should have been pushed more

Also the enemies, Voyager really struggled to have a good enemy and you know who the best one was? Seska. I'd have kept her around the full show like DS9 had Dukat.

#replies in thirty minutes or they're free #traxanaxanos #beej talks star trek

[questrunners]

Quest Runners | [Illustration] A wild animal from the Quest Runners visual novel adventure game by @stadyone

#Stady One #stadyone #Quest Runners #questrunners #fantasy #adventure #rollplay #rpg #visual novel #visualnovel #game #indie #development #indiegamedev #gamedev #concept #art #illustration #painting #drawing #sketch #design #scribble #doodle #character #creature #monster #animal #furry #comic

[stadyone]

Spring | Stady One

#stadyone #stady one #art #illustration #design #graphic #abstract #minimalism #geometry #typography #flyer #logo #style #rollup #japan #peace

[captainhattersvoyagerstuff]

Caretaker Part 1

Okay, so I just finished Caretaker, the 2 part season premiere of Voyager. It's been a while, so there's stuff I forgot was there. Some of it was good. Some of it was, omg. But let's see if I can post my review, which is a series of notes I made while watching. I hope for more discussion later.

That thingy you're running into means you're screwed, Chakotay

Star Wars Crawl

Okay we start out with words on a screen. There’s this group of federation citizens called the Maquis who didn’t agree with Starfleet’s moronic treaty that are fighting the Cardassians and some say they are heroes and the Federation says they are outlaws.  Yay I saw the Maquis on Ds9!  I can’t wait to see more of them. (cough)

Scene 1: Maqui Ship. Chakotay and Maquis crew trying to outrun Cardassians.  Yay!  Chakotay is a really assertive leader here.  I’m excited. We have a coherent tetryan beam.  I hate those incoherent ones.

Wave hits them and light and we have Voyager credits.  Good theme song. Love the orchestra.

Scene 2: Federation penal colony.  In New Zealand?

That's right, bitches, I'm here.

Janeway shows up at the penal colony to find Tom Paris who could maybe find the Maquis cause he served with them before they kicked him out just like Starfleet did.

I'm really tough. I don't have Daddy issues.

She tells Tom he is an observer and he whines about being a good pilot. Except for the pilot error that got three people killed, oh nevermind. Just wait five minutes, Tom.

Scene 3 Tom is annoying on the shuttle to Voyager

Okay I have a question. Tom is wearing a Starfleet uniform. Why do observers still wear a uniform?  Don’t you need to earn that?

Also: Pretty Betazoid Ensign Stadi (don't get used to her) informs Tom that Voyager has bio-nueral gel packs.  They are so much more efficient.  Unless there is cheese on board.

Scene 4 Harry is nearly conned for first time on space station ds9. Harry's theory: get con artists off your back by buying everything. Tom saves him cause he's as big of a con as Quark.

Oh, hey, is that Quark from Ds9 that other show you should watch?

Scene 5 Tom and Harry meet the Doctor

The Doc is super bitchy to them. I met he's gonna make stuff hard for Tom.

Scene 6 Janeway talks to fiancee

His name is Mark Johnson. Really. Unknown Truth: Tuvok's real last name is Smith. Anyway, the show has a few minutes to tell us who Mark is and why Janeway loves him. So they talk about her dog.

Nice knowin' ya, Mark

Janeway's dog is named Molly. She is expecting puppies. She likes her doggy bed. I am officially more invested in her dog now.

Scene 7 Junior High mess hall

Doctor and First Officer Cavitt, two of the most nondescript white guys ever (doctor isn't even named), gossip with Harry about what Tom did cause it's junior high and oh no these guys don't like Tom what will he do?

Scene 8 Wonder why it's called the Badlands

Plasma storms, more coherent beams, stuff is fine. What could go wrong? What's that bright light?

Scene 9 Voyager go boom

This is going to take FOREVER to fix!

Ship is transported 75,000 light years to the Delta Quadrant and they hit the breaks kinda hard. The ship is all messed up. So is Janeway's hair.

Where is my HAIRSPRAY?

A couple of shots later:

Seriously? It's hair magic!

Turns out that all command officers (including that pesky doctor and first officer) except Janeway and the entire medical staff are dead. What kind of bad karma does Janeway have? They get scanned and beamed off the ship.

Gonna stop here for a break so it's not so long. Stay tuned next time for Farmville and the evil corn on the cob lady.

#janeway x chakotay #kathryn janeway #star trek voyager #chakotay #j/c #star trek #Caretaker episode #review #You want to leave comments #Tom Paris #Maquis #Delta Quadrant #Janeway's hair

[teal-skull]

Watch me ramble about finnish culture and language again

One finnish phrase I like a lot is:

"Se ei ole mistään kotoisin"

Meaning: Worthless, insignificant, " it's not worth the paper it's written on."

Literal translation: It is not from anywhere

There's also possible variations to this. You can ask "Onko se mistään kotoisin?" (Is it from anywhere?) to ask if something is worth it or if it is good.

From Kotus' website I also found a variation of saying "olla jostakin kotoisin" (be from somewhere) to mean talent or excelency in something. "Hän oli vähän kaikista kotosin" = Hän (he/she) was good a little bit in everything. (literal translation: Hän was from everywhere a little bit.)

I like this saying because it is fun expression. I personally also like to use it to mean that something has no personality (because if it has personality it wouldn't feel homeless but like it was from somewhere)

Another reason is that it's an examble of finnish culture being hidden in plain sight in the language we use: The finnish regional loyalty. I talk about this behind the cut.

(hate to use Käärijä as an examble again but a good examble of regional loyalty and city rivalry was when he, a Vantaa man called people of Espoo "rich bastards from Espoo" multible times while having a gig there. Vantaa and Espoo are neighbour cities but completely different in their profiles: Rich/happy Espoo and poor/dirty Vantaa.)

Roman Schatz, a german-born finish author who has been living in Finland since the 1980s, writes about this as well in his book From Finland with love / Suomesta, Rakkaudella. * His observation actually made me pay attention to this phrase. It has been a while since I read this book, but I think Schatz wrote that finnish people are obsessed about where some one is from and it is visible in the sayign "olla mistään kotoisin".

I have witnessed this in my own life as well, because Finns love making fun of their neighbouring regions and cities and mocking them. (Turku and Vantaa especially get a lof ot hate in my experience). Stand up comedians often make jokes about the citizens of certain cities/municipalities and there is even a kinda popular tv game show "Stadi vastaan Lande" (Stadi aka the City (Helsinki) against the countryside (rest of Finland outside Ring III motorway and capital city region) Where teams from both the capital city area, and the "lande" answer trivia questions about the area they are not from. The whole show rests on the competitiveness and friendly bickering between stadi and lande.

Your own hometown is always the best and people often ask where are you from and you are proud of being from Savo region for examle. This also means that when there's a punch of finns from different parts of the country we become competitive and if there is rivalry between the cities (and there are many of those) dissing is curanteed to ensue.

*. In his book, Schatz writes about his observations about Finland and Finns and our culture in a humoristic, almost complaining tone. I really recommend this book for all you suomeaboos out there because the printed book has both the original engoish edition and on the flip side the finnish translation and that is propably helpfull with learning finnish s well. Maybe it is not the deebest posible insight, but at the time of reading the book I felt like he was able to be both hilarious and shed light into what Finland and finnish people are like.

#finnish #finland #language #finnish sayings

[lunamagicablu]

L'universo è pura coscienza. Una gigantesca proiezione della coscienza divina che desidera sperimentare se stessa. Essendo coscienza, l'universo è interpretato in modo differente a seconda della consapevolezza di chi lo osserva. Le dimensioni sono stadi della coscienza, esistono tante realtà quanti sono coloro che la sperimentano. Ogni essere è un aspetto dell'uno infinito che porta avanti il proprio individuale progetto al servizio del continuo sondare e acquisire esperienza del creatore infinito. Sennar Karu ************************* The universe is pure consciousness. A gigantic projection of consciousness divine who wishes to experience if itself. Being consciousness, the universe is interpreted differently a depending on the awareness of the person doing it observe. Dimensions are stages of consciousness, there are many realities how many are those who they experiment. Every being is one aspect of the infinite one that carries advance your own individual project at the service of continuous probing and gain creator experience infinite. Sennar Karu