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colorsofmyseason · 2 years
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Fic asks: 1, 7, 11, 14 (if you have one!)
1. What part of the writing process is the most enjoyable? Finishing it? XD nah I was just kidding, think I enjoy every part of it except the parts whenever I get writer's block, ugh. 7. What do you love most about being a fic writer for your fandom? I feel like I somehow "contribute" for some contents for my fandom, especially for those who love supernatural au! Also, talking about my supernatural au, I love making up powers for each and every single one of my characters there, and figuring out what could possibly suit them! 11. Who is your favorite character(s) to write about and why? Steno (Marc-Andre ter Stegen and Bernd Leno). I love enemies to lovers trope and they're basically the prime example of it, also their dynamic in which they can fight literally seconds before comforting each other is really interesting! 14. Share a snippet.
"Come in, come in," Granit urges.
Granit is by far not the biggest guy in the team, nor does he speak the loudest, but there's something in him that has everyone following his every word, and Sambi is no exception. Either way, he's glad that someone is taking charge here, instead of letting the rest of them, the kids especially, simply run around wildly and risk themselves getting hurt instead.
They all hurry into one of the safe rooms built in Colney's basement, and Granit shuts the door. Almost immediately, a strange whirring sound is heard, and a rune symbol glows on the door, sealing it and protecting them inside. Sambi knows that the magic is built into the door and doesn't come from Granit himself, but it's still impressive to see anyway.
Taking a deep breath, the Swiss midfielder turns around and looks at his teammates, all sporting the same terrified expressions on their faces, which is understandable considering what they just experienced earlier. "Are you guys okay??" he asks, concern echoing in his voice.
Emile is the one who answers. "We are alright," he says, gesturing at himself and the others. "Some mild injuries but nothing too bad, I presume."
Thanks for asking! :) the happy writer ask game - ask away!
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@kingstoken said: I'm sorry for your loss. Losing a parent is never easy, I lost my Dad over 10 years ago, and I still miss him.
Thank you. It was the second birthday without her, and I kept being reminded it would be a big one... And I'm so sorry for you loss too
@incelhugochavez said: i'm so sorry joana, i'll keep you both in my heart today 😭 your mom must have been really amazing to have such an amazing kid
Thank you, Luka ❤
@kateschechterxthorwasmyfirstotp said: My sincerest condolences on your loss. Wishing you strength through this difficult time.
Thank you. It's been a year and a half, and it's still hard, and special dates never make it easier...
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littlechillis · 1 year
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oooh happy birthday!!!!!!! 🎉🎊🥳🎈arsenal better honor you with a win today is all i’m saying…
thankkk youuuu!!!!! 🥰💖💗💞 and you are so real for that 😤☝️
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Se quitter (Pour mieux se retrouver) (fic)
more Grizione, anyone? just a look back at the way they left each other just to be stronger together™ again 
Pairing: Antoine Griezmann/Diego Simeone Warning: everything is non-explicit, rating would be like M
Link to AO3
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fangirlshameblog · 1 year
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@incelhugochavez fanart posted on official government accounts
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bsaka7 · 10 months
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thank u @boypanadol for the tag!!! and sorry i have about a fifty percent response rate on these tag games i either remember right away or forget forever...
rules: shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and list the first ten songs, then tag ten people.
ain't your right - sky ferreira (I have not been listening to this recently it's just the on repeat algorithm thing bc i listened to it obsessively like five months ago)
goodness gracious - yung gravy, bbno$ (sorry the "it's ostentatious" gets stuck my head all the time. also my coworkers nephew is his DJ!)
seedling - guided by voices (this must have played either on the radio or on one of those Spotify auto-generated things bc i didn't know it was a new song til right now but its on my rotation ig)
sit down - james (great song but it sends me into an incandescent rage and the reason why is deeply embarrassing but IT MAKES ME SO MAD)
like a friend - pulp (this is hardcore is goated but again. the reason this is on here is genuinely humiliating. this song is sooo good)
wasp nest - the national (I've finally come around to early stuff by the national. I think the line should be "get over here/i wanna SLIT your skinny throat" instead of kiss. sorry.)
creep - radiohead (I'm normal. I'm NORMAL)
just like honey - the jesus and mary chain (I think this is one of the best songs of all time and I'm not even kidding)
i am the river - lael neale (every other song on this album is no good but the cassette recording rlly works on this track)
you'll never get your money back - alex lahey (obsessed with this album rn. could have seen her two weeks ago but I FORGOT.)
ten ppl is so many im sorry guys but i tag @wdcseb @bigmagalhaes @dnicriteria @charlespecco @hungaropeng (aj i MISS YOU!!!!) @mikarteta @incelhugochavez @apeacebone @leclercenjoyer @kritischetheologie IF ANY OF U FEEL SO INCLINED!!!
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new-berry · 11 months
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So for @protect-daniel-james and @incelhugochavez and neither of you have ANY obligation to read this or anyone else. So well behind a cut, Frank Lampard and Harry Redknapp have a conversation on a family holiday.
Dead dove warning also this is of course all fiction. All warnings under the cut so well avoidable
Underage, underage drinking, grooming. Uncle nephew creepiness? Not really checked. How underage is up to you, 15 ish?
Understudy
“Should you be out here lad?”
Frank flinches where he stopped just short of the wall by where he knew his uncle was sitting by the pool.
The sun is down and the mosquito lamps have been lit, casting their sickly yellow glow in little pools around the tables.
Harry sits just out of the light.
Frank can tell by his voice Harry ‘has had a few.’ He can hear his mother saying that. Pat’s slightly disapproving tone echoing in his mind.
Normally he’d make up an excuse to go back to the house, and wait until the others were around. His Uncle can be unpredictable after a few. ‘In his cups.’ His mum’s voice again.
But tonight he wants to check if Harry meant what he said. Training with his dad is great and all, he’s learned a lot and his dad will never let him not give his all, but Harry has offered to get him some time at the the West Ham ground.
Normally by this point of the night the cousins are all in the games room behind the garages.
There is a pool table and table tennis and a stereo that is just far enough away from where the parents gather for wine after dinner that they can turn it up.
And the music selection is a bit dated, but they don’t have to put on anything just for the adults. Mark has some CD’s they play as well
But his sisters are distracted talking about the boys who work on the boats that take the tourists out fishing. And Mark and Jamie have their eyes on the girl who works at the cafe. They practise their Spanish on her. Frank goes along with them but doesn’t exactly see the appeal.
Mark a couple of inches taller than them both. Lording it over them. Jamie catching up before Frank. They keep talking about the girls in school that Frank is pretty sure are pure bullshit. But then he knows from the conversations his dad and friends have that girls love a football player.
Mark keeps talking about the photos his agent is shopping around. Flexes in the sun when the other girls are around. Frank keeps his shirt on when they are at the beach, unless they are in the water.
But he’s been turning Uncle Harry’s - ‘just call me Harry now lad you’re old enough’ -offer over and over in his mind.
All the men have gotten slightly sunburned. The boys have been nagged and cajoled enough by their mothers to just have slightly pink noses and colour on the tops of their shoulders.
Frank can feel the heat of the sun on his arms though. Can feel the weight of his uncle’s arm around his shoulder when they were on the boat.
“Don’t just stand there, bring us a beer.” Frank steps out of the shadows. Harry is lying on one of the sun loungers by the pool. He’s got one of the cigars his dad gave him at the start of the holiday in his hand and as he breathes in it lights up the lower half of his face.
His bare chest is hairy and so are his legs. Frank’s always felt soft around his dad and his uncles. Like he needs to stop eating the sweets his mother gives him and harden up.
Harry’s chest is red compared to his arms, normally covered up at home in England.
“Get yourself one, if your mum isn’t fussing.” Harry says.
Frank used to play football with his uncle years ago, he and Jamie would beg him to play with him on family hols. It’s been three or four years since they took one. The villa in Spain with its own pool and the houses joined by garages was organised by Frank’s mum and aunt.
Jamie and Frank are allowed to sit in the conversations about West Ham under strict instructions to be silent. He would have thought Harry would ignore him a bit now. But he feels his gaze sometimes when the men are talking.
Frank will look up from spreading sunblock on his chest and legs and Harry’s eyes will be on him. Harry took the sunblock on the boat when they were fishing and smoothed it over his shoulders and the top of his back. His big slightly rough hands, spreading it down over the small of his back and the sides of his hips.
On the boat fishing Harry pulled Frank against him to show him how to use his shoulder to cast the line. Draped an arm over his shoulder to check the catch.
Rough catch of his stubble against Frank’s cheek.
Frank hesitates, then grabs two cans from the melted slush that was ice in the metal tub they have been keeping drinks in by the pool.
Chlorine hangs strongly in the still humid air, the insects buzz around despite the candles and patches left around.
Harry opens his beer and has a long drink. He nods to Frank to sit on the small table next to his lounger. Just to the side of his legs and lower down.
Frank takes a sip from the beer trying not to screw his face up. He can feel the heat from the sunburn on Harry’s legs where his knees are nearly touching the lounger.
“Did you mean what you said before? Could I play with the West Ham under 16’s? Frank blurts out. He takes another drink quickly.
Harry smiles, Frank can just see his mouth turn up. “I meant it lad.” He replies. “The problem will be them complaining about you, not you keeping up with them.” He takes another puff, the smoke sitting obnoxiously in the air.
Frank twists his nose up.
“I don’t don’t doubt our kid that you will be a better player than your dad. Maybe even better than Jamie.”
Harry tips his head back and has a long drink. He burps, and puts the can to the side. Rests his cigar on the top of it.
He turns around so his legs are bracketing either side of Frank’s. The lounger creaks with his body weight as he moves around.
“You can see the pitch. See things other players don’t see. A mature player you. It’s kind of wasted you playing with the boys.”
Harry nods to Frank who takes another much smaller sip of his.
“Lad,” Harry says and drops a hand on his leg. “You could play for England.” His hand slides up just to the edge of Frank’s shorts and he squeezes the forming muscles.
“Work on your running and goal scoring. “ his hand loosens a bit but he doesn’t let go. Frank’s leg twitches without him meaning to and Harry runs his thumb down the line of his quads along the inside of Frank’s thigh.
Frank has another drink. Getting used to the taste. “It’s warm beer lad.” Harry says and puts his hand on the inside of Frank’s other leg moving his thumb across the definition of the muscle there as well. “Not everything has to be savoured.”
Harry slides his hands up slightly, just under the seam of Frank’s shorts. Frank twitches again.
“Make sure you get a rub down and a stretch out.” Harry says. His fingers flex again, fingers spreading covering the front of Frank’s thighs. His thumbs dig into the skin in the inside of his legs harder, rubbing circles, moving slightly up.
Frank looks up from where he was mesmerised with his uncle’s hands rubbing over his legs. Harry is looking down at Frank, mouth slightly open, eyes half closed. He leans down, the sour smell of the cigar smoke settling on Frank’s mouth as he breathes out.
Footsteps on the tiles snap their gaze. Harry pulls his hands from Frank’s legs and takes the beer can out of Frank’s hand.
“I’ve got your back, our lad.” He says his voice hoarse, having a long drink.
Frank’s mother comes around the corner. She’s holding a torch and the light bounces between the two of them. Frank puts his hand up to stop being dazzled and Harry just hefts himself back, settling down lying on the lounger. “Don’t put the light in my eyes love.” He tells Pat. He puts his hand down and picks up his cigar.
“Come on Frankie,” Pat says. But her eyes are on Harry “you should be in bed.”
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longeyelashedtragedy · 10 months
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incelhugochavez -> longeyelashedtragedy
don’t worry i never change my icon lmao
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everydayclutter · 1 year
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Besties, this is me, Mirano (@colorsofmyseason). I got shadowbanned for absolutely no reason (except if they count slandering Ben White's flat ass a good enough reason to ban me, which is totally fair). But yeah in the meantime until I get my ban lifted I'd be here and if you're wishing to DM or tag me please do that to this blog, thanks 😭😭😭
cc: @butterflyliverpoolkopite @incelhugochavez @sophpisticated @coffeebreakcreations @littlechillis @barbiegirlmartin @indomie-fried-noodle @gxtzeizm @cinnamonstroll @skyenthusiast and anyone else I cannot recall because I'm so upset right now
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echthr0s · 1 year
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@incelhugochavez keeps postin about a guy named Granit Xhaka from their fandom and I keep reading it as G’raha Tia from my fandom and so what I think should happen is someone should put cat ears and a tail on that footballin man
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colorsofmyseason · 2 years
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fanfic ask! 📥 ✨ 🍰
📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?
All of them I guess? XD but if I have to choose it's probably this and this!
✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.
Random, Unusual, Wondrous (I hope XD)
🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).
Is it supposed to be my own writing or not? If yes then probably this one, if not then I will go with this one XD
Thanks for asking! Love your fics by the way 😊😊😊
fanfic ask game – ask away!
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footballandshit · 1 year
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tagged by the sweetest ever @littlechillis 😘💞 (sorry this was sooooo late, and i wanted to clear my drafts so here! haha)
rules: go to pinterest and type in “[your name] core aesthetic” and create a moodboard using the first nine images.
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tagging: @mehrmonga, @incelhugochavez and @millythegoat (no pressure, feel free to do it if y'all want to! 💙)
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littlechillis · 1 year
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you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favourite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag ten people! no skipping!
tagged by the queen of my heart @whorgerussell !!! 🤭😚💗💗
1. good looking - suki waterhouse
2. white horse (taylor's version) - taylor swift
3. text book - lana del rey
4. stay alive - josé gonzález
5. santa barbara - angelo de augustine
6. flightless bird, american mouth - iron & wine
7. leave a light on - tom walker
8. back to black - amy winehouse
9. work song - hozier
10. in a week - hozier, karen cowley
tagging @trentskis @ne11i @chilly-in-prague @albert-anon @incelhugochavez (if you want!!)
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protect-daniel-james · 11 months
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"I did not want to say this in front of him. But he will go right to the very top.”
@incelhugochavez have some young Franko. Hopeful but stunned. Feeling awkward and exposed. Not wanting to be there. Not really wanting Uncle Harry to speak for him, but also being glad that Uncle Harry does so. Conflicted, as always. Reaping the fruits of being a Lampard, related to a Redknapp, but also wanting to prove Something.
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mwrieke · 1 year
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Got tagged by @borg-collective to post my lockscreen, home screen and the last song I listened to! I usually pull some pretty images from tumblr for my clutter-free phone aesthetic. And I'm currently playing music from my faves list 😊
I tag @incelhugochavez @capitanodavide @furiousflamewolf @virgilvndyke
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fangirlshameblog · 1 year
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@incelhugochavez there is more where that came from and I'm dying.
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