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tormxntum · 3 months

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Closed starter for: @succiducus (Abdullah) Location: Training field Time: Shortly after the attack

“This cannae happen again!” Their voice roared like thunder. Their soldiers stood before them, bruised and battered, the anger upon their faces matching Cailean’s fury. “Chan urrainn dhuinn earbsa a bhith annta.” The officer seemed more like something that had crawled from the nightmare of an Englishman than the person they had been before the attack. Their fury was tangible; blood was still upon their shirt, their skin still tainted red from the blood that had been too stubborn to wash off. “They think they can walk all over us because we are small. They think we are desperate for their protection, but we do not need them; they need us! Let them try to touch our people again, and we will show them how fierce we truly are.” They continued in Gaelic, the only tongue they felt safe enough to speak to their soldiers in.

Cailean had long been known for bringing courageousness into the hearts of those who were too terrified to take another step into a battle, and that day was no different. The French were there, and they managed to ambush them; everyone was on edge, rightfully so. Their lips parted, ready to continue, but that was the moment when they saw him, and the mere sight of him somehow managed to steal their words from their lips and their breath from their lungs. Damn it. Their people continue watching them expectedly, no one daring to move an inch. Cailean turned to them again, clearing their throat. “Um- Get back to work; be vigilant, and do not trust them or anyone else.” With that, they waved them off.

For a long moment, they stood there watching him. He was safe… He was alive. Damn him. They thought to themself, the anger burning within them like a forest fire. He could have died. Someone could have easily killed him because he had been distracted, the most fatal flaw in any fight; he should have known better. Finally, they found the strength to march over to him while ignoring the stares of their soldiers which were burning through their back; damn him, damn him, damn him! Their anger had been a wildfire, raging through everything it touched, but the moment they stood face to face with him, it deflated into nothing but relief. He was safe; he was alive.

“Do you have a death wish? If you are so desperate for it, I’m sure we can arrange that quite easily.” It was all they could do to keep themself from screaming at him and the entire universe at the top of their lungs. How dare he? How dare he risk his life for them again? Despite everything, they reached for him, and they had almost taken his hand in theirs, almost. They only just managed to stop themself when there were mere inches between them. What would people think? They couldn’t…

“What the hell were you thinking?”

#* ⟢ CAILEAN & ABDULLAH ❮ thread 003 ❯#* ⟢ CAILEAN & ABDULLAH ❮ closed starter ❯#tw blood #tw injury #Me: I'm just gonna write a short starter #HA YOU THOUGHT

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preservationofnormalcy · 6 months

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Halo halo - bha mi airson conaltradh a dhèanamh riut guys, oir tha cùis caran “neo-àbhaisteach” agam. Chan eil a h-uile rud a tha mi a’ feuchainn ri sgrìobhadh a’ tighinn a-mach sa Bheurla, ach an àite sin seòrsa de dhualchainnt Ghàidhlig. Agus chan eil e fiù’s a’ tighinn a-mach gu math – tha caraid agam a’ toirt sùil air (a’ sgrùdadh beul-aithris na Gàidhlig airson bith-beò, an aon adhbhar a b’ urrainn dhomh aithneachadh sa chiad àite), agus a rèir choltais tha a h-uile seantans air a droch chur ri chèile agus meall gràmair. Rinn e coimeas eadar e agus a bhith air a chuir tro google translate. Tha seo air a bhith a’ dol air adhart airson na trì latha a dh’ fhalbh, agus b’ fheudar dhomh tòiseachadh a’ cur dheth obair. Comhairle sam bith?

Sure hope this means you can read english.

Did you get approached by someone weird asking if they can have your "idiolect"? Fae will sometimes use large words to obfuscate the nature of their request. I've heard of this before, where someone will lose their ability to speak their native tongue, and it typically gets replaced by something kind of half-baked.

Send your contact info to the NASC, they'll take it from there.

#office for the preservation of normalcy #ask #advice #fae #nasc

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gotham-ruaidh · 1 year

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Outlander 31 Day Challenge: Day 3

Welcome to the Outlander 31 Day Challenge!

Today is Day 3: Favorite Murtagh scene

Hands down, the beautiful scene in 01x16 "To Ransom A Man's Soul" where Murtagh and Jamie speak in Gaelic.

You don't need to understand the language to understand what they are saying to each other. How Murtagh is at his wit's end with Jamie.

Murtagh here accuses Jamie of thinking only for himself - and not for Claire. Jamie’s response tells us not only his frame of mind at that moment - but for always: I haven’t a single thought of anything but her.

Here’s the full translation of this amazing exchange, courtesy of the Great Scot Blog:

[Jamie to Murtagh] Ciamar as urrainn mo leigeil ris a’ chràdh seo? – How can I be left to this pain?

[Murtagh to Jamie] Nì sinn ar dìcheall do leigheas. – We shall do our utmost to heal you.

[Jamie to Murtagh] Cha ghabh cuid de nithean leigheas. Mar as miann leam, cuir crìoch air seo a-nis. – Some things don’t take healing. As is my desire, put an end to this now.

[Murtagh to Jamie] Chan fhuilinn mi ’n còrr. – I’ll suffer no more of this.

[Jamie to Murtagh] Chan fhaigh mi seachad air seo. An toir u orm aslachdainn? – I won’t get past this. Will you force me to beg?

[Murtagh to Jamie] Thug mi geall do d’ mhàthair. Sìth air a h-anam. Nach tigeadh cron ort. – I gave a promise to your mother. Peace on her soul. That no harm would come to you.

[Jamie to Murtagh] Is anmoch an uair, a ghoistidh - Late is the hour, oh godfather.

[Murtagh to Jamie] Agas Claire? Am bitheadh i na banntrach, air a treigsinn? Tha do cheann sa bhrochan.Tha do cheann sa bhrochan. – And Claire? Would she just be a widow, forsaken? Your head’s in the porridge (you’re not thinking straight). You haven’t a single thought for her.

[Jamie to Murtagh] Chan eil smaoin agam ann ach oirre-se. – I haven’t a single thought of anything but her.

#outlander #outlander 31 day challenge #outlander 01x16

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cathighfive · 1 year

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Day 13: Favorite scene where the Gaelic language was spoken

My favorite scene would have to be the conversation between Murtagh and Jamie at the abbey in Season 1 Episode 16 To Ransom a Man's Soul. When I first watched this scene I had no idea what was being spoken between Jamie & Murtagh. One could imagine what they were talking about considering Jamie asked Willie to kill him. You also hear Murtagh mention Claire's name during the conversation. I recently read a translation of the scene and it broke my heart but also warmed my heart because of Murtagh and his loyalty to Jamie.

I found this translation from Great Scot blog - https://greatscotblog.com/2015/06/01/outlander-episode-116-to-ransom-a-mans-soul-the-gaidhlig-bits-i-could-decipher/

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Jamie to Murtagh - Ciamar as urrainn mo leigeil ris a’ chràdh seo? – How can I be left to this pain?

Murtagh to Jamie - Nì sinn ar dìcheall do leigheas. – We shall do our utmost to heal you.

Jamie to Murtagh - Cha ghabh cuid de nithean leigheas – Some things don’t take healing.

Mar as miann leam, cuir crìoch air seo a-nis. – As is my desire, put an end to this now.

Murtagh to Jamie - Chan fhuilinn mi ’n còrr. – I’ll suffer no more of this.

Jamie to Murtagh - Chan fhaigh mi seachad air seo. – I won’t get past this.

An toir u orm aslachdainn? – Will you force me to beg?

Murtagh to Jamie - Thug mi geall do d’ mhàthair. – I gave a promise to your mother.

Sìth air a h-anam. – Peace on her soul

Nach tigeadh cron ort. – That no harm would come to you.

Jamie to Murtagh - Is anmoch an uair, a ghoistidh - late is the hour, oh godfather.

Murtagh to Jamie - Agas Claire? – And Claire?

Am bitheadh i na banntrach, air a treigsinn? – Would she just be a widow, forsaken?

Tha do cheann sa bhrochan. – Your head’s in the porridge (you’re not thinking straight).

Chan eil smaoin agad oirre ann. – You haven’t a single thought for her.

Jamie to Murtagh - Chan eil smaoin agam ann ach oirre-se. – I haven’t a single thought of anything but her.

I was thankful the blog had the timestamp of the conversation so I could go right to it.

#outlander 31 day challenge #outlander #outlander season 1 #to ransom a man's soul #s1e16 #murtagh #jamie fraser

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tezzbot · 4 months

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A' caileagan... chan urrainn dhomh a deanamh e an-diugh.....💥 tha mi a' dol tuit nad cadal lmfao

#tezztalks

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year

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f!reader comforting soap after ghost gets critically wounded? I feel like he’d be kind of a mess if anything bad ever happened to ghost. keep ghost and soap platonic please

your request is my strong recommendation

THE FEELINGS POLICE™︎

Operation Medusa was a disaster.

It was supposed to be a simple sweep and retrieve mission. There weren’t supposed to be any casualties, no gunshots, not even the mention of enemy infiltration of the Cartel run Military Base. It was supposed to be secret. Quiet.

It was not.

The Cartel found out they were there in the middle of the mission. No one was ready.

Task Force 141 ended up scattering like ants. Everyone went a different direction and comms were failing. There were Cartel tailing every member of the 141. Only when Laswell and Shepherds Shadow Company stepped in did Y/n, Soap, Price, Gaz, and Ghost get a proper exfil to their home base.

Y/n was shoving through Shadow Company as she searched for any other member of her Task Force. She’d been taken to base as the only Spec Ops soldier in the vehicle — which likely meant the others were separated, too. She didn’t know the status of any teammate but herself, and that worried her.

Only when she reached the medbay did the fear in her veins begin to fade. She spotted Soap in a chair, being tended to by a quiet nurse. Gaz was across from him, pretty beat up, but alive with Price right by his side. The only one she didn’t see was Ghost.

“Jesus, that was bloody crazy,” She announced, walking towards the rest of her teammates. Their eyes snapped up to her.

“Thank God, Y/n. I was afraid we’d lost you,” Price stated with a heavy exhale of breath.

She shrugged. “Hearts still beating.”

“Didn’t know you had one of those, L.T.” Soap joked from her right. She turned toward him with a small smile. The nurse had finished up, and he was standing now.

“Hardly,” She replied. He snickered and leaned against the wall to his left. “Anyone hear from Ghost?”

“Everybody out of the way! Clear a path! Critical coming through!” Price practically jerked Y/n out of the way as a few medics flew through the door, pushing a stretcher ahead of them. It only took her a split second to realize who was on it.

“Ghost?” She whispered. Soap seemed to notice, too, because he was suddenly following them, shouting: “L.T.?!”

“He’s highly critical, sergeant, we don’t have time to stop,” One of the medics called.

“What the bloody hell happened to him?” He persisted. Y/n reached out and latched onto Soap’s shoulder as he passed.

“Watch your Ps and Qs, Sergeant. There isn’t much we can do for him now but let them do their job,” She stated. He didn’t seem to be having any of it, and instead, jerked his arm away.

“To hell with that! There’s got to be something-“

“Calm down,”

“-need to know what the bloody-“

“Sergeant,”

“-chan urrainn dha bàsachadh-“

“MacTavish, stop talking,” She snapped, glaring at him even though he was a bit taller than her. Soap silenced, his eyes moving from her face to the double doors the medics had just pushed Ghost through.

“Go to hell,” He muttered, turning on his heel and rushing out of the medbay with no further words. Y/n followed him with her cold irises.

“He didn’t mean it, L.T.” Gaz shrugged from his spot on a stretcher. “This entire days been high stress.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “That doesn’t give him the right to disrespect his superiors.” She snapped. Disrespect was one of the quickest ways to get Y/n on your case. She hated disrespect of any kind, but unwarranted outbursts of disrespect like Soap had just performed always got under her skin way more than others.

Price scanned her, tapping his fingers together. “I wouldn’t leave him alone, Lieutenant. Not after the day we’ve had.”

She nodded. “Alright. Let me know if anything comes of Ghost.” She replied, then followed Soap’s trail out of the Medbay.

She went straight to their quarters, where she assumed he would be. His was at the very end of the hall across from her’s. Walking up to the metal door with a slight pause, she turned the handle and shoved it open without as much as a knock.

“Sergeant-“ She started, glancing at the figure in front of her. He was facing away, almost completely still, and all she could see was the back of his head. Rage seemed to bubble in her veins as she scanned his back. “Eyes on me, sergeant.”

He turned. The anger died inside of her chest when her cold eyes met his light ones. They were deep, and broken, and — something she’d never expected to see — pooling with crystal clear tears. The lecture on disrespect she’d been formulating grounded to an immediate halt. She paused, utterly wordless. She’d expected a fight, for them to bite and snap at each other until she slammed the door and apologized tomorrow. But she didn’t expect for him to look at her like that. Like he was wounded.

Y/n was conflicted. She had a reputation for being harsh and producing the best soldiers. Whenever they bit at her, she bit back twice as hard. Whenever they got emotional, or tired, or just drained, she pushed them harder, told them to suck it up and be a soldier. But for some reason, with Soap MacTavish, every single one liner she knew about not being an emotional baby seemed to slip out of her mind without a trace. All she could seem to think about was the day they’d had, was the fact that they’d all been pushed to their absolute limit, was the fact that Soap’s best friend was critical and he had no idea how bad it was. Was the fact that Soap’s outburst was completely and utterly… justifiable.

She only glanced up from the floor when he sat down on the cot behind him, placing his head in his hands. She didn’t skip a beat in speaking, only she softened her voice and features. “On your feet, sergeant.”

Soap immediately stood again, brushing lightly at the small tears that had trickled from his eyes down his face. He failed to meet her eye and kept looking off to the side, as if it would make the tears stop.

“I’m sorry, L.T.” He whispered, irises trailing down to the floor. He was rubbing at his eyes almost vigorously now, trying desperately to stop crying. She knew it was because of her. Because she was the feelings police, as Gaz had called her once. Did they really feel like they had to hide them around her?

Y/n turned and shut the door softly. He glanced at her in confusion, before it dawned on him. He was about to get the chewing out of a lifetime.

But instead of yelling, she reached out and grabbed onto the straps of his vest, pulling him straight into her. Her arms seemed to snap perfectly into place around his neck. “I know you are, sergeant.”

For a few moments, Soap was frozen. Y/n wasn’t one for feelings, or comfort, she didn’t even like to talk about emotional things that happened in the past. But this was different. She’d seen many teary eyed soldiers before. Hundreds. But somehow, the teary eyes of her favorite sergeant pierced straight into her cold heart and brought out things she hadn’t felt in years.

After those few moments, she felt him relax, his arms looping carefully around her waist. His breathing was growing a bit heavier every second, like he was suppressing all of the tears that threatened to flow. She’d known that Soap was an emotional since the first time she met him. He was passionate. Driven. And she, of all people, knew how the passion and drive turned sour in seconds. How it could send someone spiraling if they had no one to help them. That was why she went cold, turned into the hardcore Lieutenant that taught soldiers to be emotionless.

She decided she didn’t want Soap to be like her. She wanted to be the person she didn’t have to help her through the rough patches. For him.

She put a hand on the back of his head. “Let it out, MacTavish. It’s okay.” It came out as more of an order than she meant for it to, but comforting wasn’t really her forte. She didn’t really even know what she was saying. It seemed to work, though, because she felt his head drop onto her shoulder, and — although he was silent — she knew he was crying. She could tell by the way his body was shaking in her embrace.

She just stood there, unmoved for what seemed like hours, whispering quietly ‘it’s okay’ or ‘I know’ every now and then. He kept moving slightly. Rocking back and forth, or adjusting his head, or balling up the back of her shirt in his hands. It was evident he’d been keeping this stuff at bay for a while now, and it hurt her to think she’d been treating him like all of her other soldiers when what he really needed was someone to hold him.

“MacTavish,” She muttered, moving her hands onto his shoulders. When he didn’t move, she continued: “Soap.”

He lifted his head up, scanning her with red-eyes, hiccuping quietly like a child. Her heart seemed to shatter at the sight of it — why was he able to do this to her?

“I’m sorry,” She muttered. “I’ve not been here for you like I should’ve, and I realize that now. But I promise, from here on out, for as long as we serve together, I will be. No soldier should ever feel like they have to hide this.”

He didn’t reply. He just looked down at the floor and leaned forward, his head resting right back on her shoulder where it was. She put her arms around him again.

He forgave her.

#john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap cod #simon ghost riley #ghost #john price #captain john price #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #cod fic #call of duty mwii #cod mw2

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thatmidwitch · 1 year

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Emag agus an bogha-frois

I wrote this short story about a little girl named Emag who loves rainbows. It's my first full piece of writing in the language. Illustrations coming :) Corrections are very welcome!

Good morning Emag! Look there is a rainbow outside. Madainn mhath Emag! Seall! Tha bogha-frois a-muigh.

You are not wearing any clothes. You only have undies on! Oh my goodness! Chan eil thu aodach ort! Tha drathais ort a-mhàin! Ò mo chreach!

Emag wants to see the rainbow outside. Tha Emag ag iarraidh amhrac bogha-frois a-muigh.

You need clothes on! You can do it Emag! Tha feum aodach ort! Thu urrainn dèan seo Emag!

Emag likes rainbows. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. Emag loves colour. Emag is toil leam bogha-frois. Dearg, orainds, buidhe, uaine, gorm, purpaidh. Is toil leam i dath!

Emag wants to dress like a rainbow today. Brilliant! Emag ag iarraidh coltas an bogha-frois an-diugh. Sgoinneil!

Fresh yellow underwear. The underwear has kitties on the bum! Ùr buidhe drathais. Tha piseagan air an drathais!

Green socks! Uaine stocainnean!

Red trousers! Dearg briogais!

A purple and blue striped dress. Beautiful Emag! Tha purpaidh agus gorm dreasa shrianach. Brèagha Emag!

Hmm what now Emag? Ohhh! Yes! orange boots! Hmmm dè a-nis Emag? Ohhhhh tha! Orainds bòtannan.

Good work Emag! Go see the rainbow! Glè mhath Emag! Ruith a-muigh agus seall an bogha-frois.

#scottish gaelic #gàidhlig #language learning #polyglot

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flock-keeper · 1 year

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"Carson a tha e a’ bualadh air a’ chraoibh sin? Chan urrainn dhomh laighe, tha e drùidhteach..."

(Why is he hitting that tree? I can't lie, it is impressive...)

#musician fearghas #grimmssnarl #dash comm

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rubybecker-rb2 · 1 year

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I've decided our boys deserve a movie and game night. And, as @liverpoolfanfiction asked me, Klopp will finally get the Klopp Hug.

There will be a brief reference to Adrían and Kostas in the parade they did in 2022 after winning the FA Cup. Let's see who can guess.

Kinda short again.

@liverpoolfanfiction @alissonbecksfan234 @millythegoat @moomin279

One Kiss Is All It Takes

"A movie and game night? On a Monday?" Hendo grimaced in disbelief.

"Yes! What's wrong with that, Jordan?" Kostas flashed his biggest smile "You're still young enough to play Mario Kart against Trent and Milner."

"Are you calling me old?" Hendo curled his lips in a small, irritated grimace "Well, know that I'm going to beat them right in front of you."

"Αυτό θα δούμε, Χέντο!" (We'll see, Hendo!) Kostas gave a hyena-like cackle and left, presumably going to look for the others.

"What the hell did I just get myself into?" Jordan shook his head and left, going to look for a comfortable piece of clothing to simply stay at home.

7:30 p.m. and they began to enter the small hall of the house that was now full of pillows, blankets, video game controllers and packages full of snacks.

"That's what I call a house party." Klopp flashed an amused shark smile.

Trent was already slumped on one of the cushions, the PS5 controller in his butterscotch hands, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Who will face me in FIFA?" He stretched his smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I can do this!" Robertson shrugged and settled down next to his companion.

“Chan eil! Is e seo goid! Chan urrainn dhut an cleas sin a chleachdadh orm, Trent! Trent! Stad e, tha mi a’ call, tha còir agam a bhith a’ buannachadh!”

(No! This is cheating! You can't use that trick on me, Trent! Trent! Stop it, I'm losing, I'm supposed to be winning!)

Virgil could barely control his laughter, tears streaming down his face as he watched the two quarterbacks face off.

"Come on Robbo! You can win!" He said between laughs, trying in vain to stop crying with laughter.

Meanwhile, Klopp, Kostas, Alisson and Bobby were doing a kind of "truth or dare", but without turning the bottle. They placed their hands on the table and the last one to do so was questioned with the phrase "truth or dare".

"Boss, truth or dare?" Bobby asked, his English almost broken.

"I want truth. The last few challenges you screwed me over." Klopp laughed in amusement.

"Boss, did you get a Klopp Hug yet?" Kostas asked, resting his face in his hand.

"I never actually got my own hug, if you ask me. Usually I'm the one who gives the hugs."

"What!? And you never told us this?" Alisson questioned, surprised "Well now you're going to get the best hug ever."

The three players got up and Klopp did the same, a little afraid.

One by one, they approached the German and wrapped their arms around him, like he used to do when they were upset.

"You deserve everything, boss. For everything you've done for us since you got here." Bobby stammered, his head under Klopp's chin.

"As my father would say in German: Du bist wichtiger als unser Ruhm." Alisson's eyes shone with admiration for the man he considered a second father.

"You always trusted that I was good enough, even when I didn't come off the bench. I admire you for that." Kostas smiled and ruffled Klopp's hair a little, before running away.

"You can't make an old man like me cry!" Klopp grumbled, wiping the corners of his eyes and kissing the hair of his favorite Brazilians.

"Thiagooooo!"

"¡Dios mío, no otra vez!" Thiago Alcântara rolled his eyes and covered his ears, trying to ignore Kostas and Adrían's off-key voices.

"Thiago Alcantaaaaaara!" Adrían screamed, his eyes closed giving the impression that he was using all his "vocal power".

"Thiago Allllllll-" Kostas and Adrian stopped and took a deep breath "-cantaraaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Oh my God, stop!" Thiago pushed them both with his hips, an amused smile on his lips "Singers are definitely not on your talent list."

He hugged his friends and played their key song.

One kiss is all it takes, falling in love with me...

A few hours later, everyone was lying between the pillows and blankets, some very focused on the movie that Fabinho had put on and others half asleep.

"You know, I liked that." Jordan said, squeezed between Milner and Trent "It's been a while since we got together and had fun like this."

"The last time we did this, Sadio was still with us and Virg wasn't hurt." Fabinho said, a small frown on his lips.

"You know we can always do things like that." Klopp said, his fingers tangled in Alisson's dark hair, who was half asleep next to him "You are free to do whatever you want as long as you don't cross the line and don't get everyone drunk."

"That's fun. It's good to forget the bad side of life." Robertson broke into a big smile, his cheeks slightly flushed from the heat of the room.

"I agree. Now, can we please watch the movie? Fabinho has absurdly good taste. This lad knows everything about movies." Curtis said, a little impatiently.

"He just can't sing!" Bobby provoked, remembering Fabinho's video on his Instagram in which he sang a song in extremely out of tune tones.

"Shhh!" Fabinho laughed and pointed at the TV.

And so, the boys could enjoy and forget a little the pain of loss. That would be a night they would never forget.

#liverpool #alisson becker #liverpool fc #fanfic #virgil van dijk #jurgen klopp #soccer #football #football fanfic #kostas tsimikas #trent alexander arnold #andrew robertson #jordan henderson #james milner #bobby firmino #fabinho #thiago alcantara #let them have fun

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