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eosphoroz · 8 months
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Anne Rice talking about exploring equality between lovers and finding an opening through the male/male perspective.
(Quote from 'Prism of the Night: A biography of Anne Rice')
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qbdatabase · 4 months
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Fine: A Comic About Gender by Rhea Ewing As graphic artist Rhea Ewing neared college graduation in 2012, they became consumed by the question: What is gender? This obsession sparked a quest in which they eagerly approached both friends and strangers in their quiet Midwest town for interviews to turn into comics. A decade later, this project exploded into a sweeping portrait of the intricacies of gender expression with interviewees from all over the country. Questions such as “How do you Identify” produced fiercely honest stories of dealing with adolescence, taking hormones, changing pronouns―and how these experiences can differ, often drastically, depending on culture, race, and religion.
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napoleondienamite · 9 months
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gadeton · 1 year
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We start off a simple biography of Buckley from my first project/series known as Nachinko Buckets. A simple biography is shown below:
Buckley is an innocent, inquisitive, and optimistic snowboy with a bucket on his head who tends to have a habit of lying down on the floor reflecting through his imagination which leads him into a ton of creative or at times bizarresituations. Buckley has a bucket as his signature accessory and has his responsibility of keeping his bucket, but when he loses his bucket, he panics whenever he loses it. Buckley does have a clumsy nature as he tends to catch one foot on somethingre sulting him to stumble on the floor. Despite his clumsiness,he still cares about his friends and he does have some positive moments here and there.
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zedzyguy · 2 years
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"Who is Zedzyguy?"
Age, height, weight, hometown, about zedzyguy
•Zedzyguy is a fitness and fashion influencer
•Age 19 y/o
•weight 58kg
•height 5.8
•birth place Bangalore
For more details visit the site at Zedzyguy.
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Zedzyguy Tumblr account zedzyguy recent posts fitness modelling lean body structure learn Fitness and fashion
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Below is the character information of Noodle from the Booba (TV Series) and Booba: Food Puzzle (TV Series) produced by 3D Sparrow. The information provided combines canonical and personal details, including characters and scenarios not present in the original source material. For solely canonical information about the character, visit boobapedia.miraheze.org/wiki/Noodle. Over time, there will be changes and additions to the below. Keep checking back to see what has been updated.
Name: Noodle Gender: Male Species: Caterpillar Eyes: Brown Exoskeleton: Green Friends: • Booba • Loola • Mr. Beak • Rachel • Spike
Info: A small, mischievous green caterpillar who frequently troubles Booba and his friends. However, in the end, Noodle learns to show kindness to others. He appears in Booba (TV Series) and Booba: Food Puzzle (TV Series).
Appearance: He is a small, green, limbless caterpillar with 8 segments and “spiracles” (small red breathing holes) along his body. Noodle is the smallest in the main group of Booba’s friends. He has a face resembling a man's, with two large, brown eyes, a protruding nose, and a wide mouth mostly filled with gums and 3 teeth (two on top and one at the bottom). Dark green freckles are located beneath his eyes.
Similar to Booba, he has two antenna-like protrusions extending from above his eyes, arched over each resembling eyebrows.
Like the others, Noodle rarely wears clothing, occasionally donning an outfit to suit the occasion, such as a tricorn pirate hat in the episode “Crazy Golf”, a Batman-inspired mask and cape in the episode “Kitchen Adventures”, and a hard hat in the episodes “Music Shop” and “Detective”.
Personality: Noodle is a mischievous character, causing trouble and teasing Booba and his friends. Stealing a lollipop from Booba and Loola and pulling his signature silly face (looking at the person, winking with one eye closed, mouth open, tongue out covering the upper corner of the top lip, and shouting a taunt) is just one instance of his pranks. He also tends to chuckle whenever Booba's antics outsmart him. Despite his playful nature, Noodle has shown acts of kindness and is ready to share with others.
History: Noodle's origin remains a mystery to us. One day, he mysteriously emerged from an apple that Booba had taken a bite out of in the episode "Farm". Noodle and Booba engaged in a brief dispute over the apple, which resulted in Noodle swallowing the core that Booba had in his mouth.
In various episodes featuring Noodle, he can be observed relaxing either high up in a tree on a spider's web, as seen in the episode "Firefighter", or perched atop a refrigerator in a bowl of fruit while wearing a facial mask, as shown in the episode "Kitchen Adventures". On both occasions, Booba's antics quickly disrupted the peaceful moments.
Despite Noodle's small, limbless body, he has demonstrated the ability to move swiftly, jump, and send objects flying with a whack.
Relationships:
Booba – Noodle's first meeting with Booba occurred in the episode "Farm". They had a minor disagreement over an apple, which resulted in Noodle eating the remaining core from Booba's mouth. They often engage in these small conflicts. Despite this, Noodle and Booba do not seem to harbor any animosity towards each other. Similar to many of Booba's other friends, Noodle can get frustrated with Booba at times, such as when he destroyed his building block structure in "Detective" and disrupted his spa routine in "Kitchen Adventures".
Rachel Gardner – Nothing negative can be said about the bond between Noodle and Rachel. They first crossed paths when Rachel rescued him from Zack's jaws. Since then, Noodle has harbored feelings for Rachel and frequently competes with Mr. Beak to win her admiration. Rachel tends to feel a bit flustered by the caterpillar's efforts, sometimes becoming embarrassed when the spotlight is on her. Despite this, she holds a deep affection for him and they quickly form a close friendship.
Zack the Goblin – Zack enjoys munching on bugs, with nothing more delightful than a plump green caterpillar named Noodle. Many feel uneasy around Zack, and Noodle is no exception. He often finds himself ensnared within the jaws of the goblin who attempts to consume him. Nevertheless, Noodle swiftly extricates himself from Zack’s grasp unharmed. Despite these predatory encounters with Zack, Noodle has grown accustomed to his presence, occasionally joining forces with him, along with Roofie the Goblin and Rachel Gardner, to repel opposing threats.
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theoscarbryan · 2 months
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The Truth (Pravda) [AI]
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I could have chosen ANY (or almost any) books to do my paper on and I settled on Fear of Flying by Erica Jong and Herland by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.
Gilman is a much better short story writer. I did one of my other grad papers on her short stories.
I thought Jong was one of my favorite writers but after that I don't think so. Her poetry was much better than her novel but also I read her poetry when I was literally manic so I don't trust my old opinion of her. :/
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kisshim · 3 months
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also epitome of i can’t have him is when he’s fucking someone younger than you and he’s also younger than you and i guess he doesn’t like older women 🤒
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wraystars · 1 year
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A Promised land - Barack Obama
A Promised Land is extraordinarily intimate and introspective—the story of one man’s bet with history, the faith of a community organizer tested on the world stage. Obama is candid about the balancing act of running for office as a Black American, bearing the expectations of a generation buoyed by messages of “hope and change,” and meeting the moral challenges of high-stakes decision-making. He…
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qbdatabase · 10 months
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Picture Book Parade - LGBT+ Biographies
Let's read and celebrate the biographies of LGBT+ people who came before us this May! Then next month in June, we'll look at picture books of pride parades 🌈📚☀️
Picture Book Parade: LGBT+ Biographies Let’s read and celebrate the biographies of LGBT+ people who came before us this May! Then next month in June, we’ll look at picture books of pride parades 🌈📚☀️ People of Pride by Chase Clemesha What do Frank Ocean, Ellen DeGeneres, George Takei and Sharice Davids all have in common? They’re all proud LGBTQ Americans. Featuring people from a variety of…
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bookloversofbath · 1 year
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The Perfect Gentleman: The Remarkable Life of Dr James Miranda Barry, the Woman Who Served as an Officer in the British Army from 1813 to 1859 :: June Rose
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tangerineluxury · 3 months
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2. and the touch of a hand lit the fuse // A. Putellas
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One bed, except it's not just one bed, it's one bed shared by two people with a lot of history and tension and an interesting power dynamic. Also, their teammates are shits about it.
➺ 4k words
➺ Barcelona+NORWNT!Reader
➺ set before 2023 UEFA CL final, more mastermind-ing, one bed, suggestive undertones kind of, snuggles that they def aren’t talking about, hand holding, invested and amused teammates, compliments, footy training, heavy prose, unedited (sorry)
PART ONE, PART TWO
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You were true to your word.
When Alexia entered the bedroom a few hours later, you were leaned against the pillow on her side of the bed, a book resting against your knees as you seemed to almost carelessly read the words in front of you. 
It seemingly took her a moment before she realized that the book you were apparently reading was her book from earlier. She could spy your freshly manicured nails as you flipped the page, the set matching the same shade of Barcelona burgundy that Ingrid had entered her and Mapi’s shared room sporting. 
She didn’t realize she’d been leaning in the doorway (staring), which was usually your thing, until your eyes wandered over rather lazily to meet hers. 
On your part, you’d noted when the Spanish captain had come in. Though you really hadn’t been expecting her to hover there which made you slightly more nervous than you’d care to admit. After she’d stayed so still and silent, you figured you’d have to be the one to bite the bullet.
“See? Told you I’d be here.” You fought back a grin of accomplishment, proud that you’d been able to prove her wrong about your (still somewhat present) urge to run away.
“So you did.” She responded, still leaning in the doorway. Your eyes widened just barely at the sight of what seemed to be an amused smile spreading across Alexia’s face as she took in your presence. 
“I didn’t take you as one to read biographies.” It was a quick dig, maybe not your best, but the best you could think of. You cursed yourself internally for how often that seemed to be happening with Alexia as of late, the taller woman making it a habit to catch you off guard.
Regardless, you waggled the book you had been reading much like she had earlier when you’d first seen it. The book itself wasn’t particularly thrilling, the biography of some great male player (it seemed Alexia had always been more into the men's side of the game then you could ever be) but the random highlighting and hastily scribbled Catalan notes in the margins made it infinitely more interesting to you. 
“I didn’t take you as one to wear matching silk pajama sets.” Alexia answered in what felt far more like a tease than an actual observation, seeing as she now seemed interested at looking anywhere in the room but at you as you shifted to tuck your legs underneath you while you turned to actually face her.
“Somehow I don’t believe that’s true.” You challenged, fighting a laugh at your ever respectful teammate. Something in your brain was highly enjoying how politely she had turned away as you adjusted (despite her having absolutely seen you in far less over the last two years in various dressing rooms). Another part of your brain begged her to bite at the bait of your challenging tone.
Somewhat predictably, Alexia bit fast. 
“Mmm, you’re right actually. Makes a lot of sense. Thought you’d pick something darker though.” She was looking at you and actually truly observing now, her hazel eyes feeling like they were practically scraping through the loose untied robe that did little to cover your cream colored shorts and camisole. An unfamiliar feeling tightened in your core and you knew you needed her attention away from your body as soon as possible before the shiver that threatened to run up your spine turned into shakes you couldn’t (or wouldn’t) face.
“Señorita Putellas,” You tsked, the name itself earning you her immediate attention as those hazel eyes locked on your own, “just how much time do you spend thinking about my choice of nighties?”
You were expecting a blush, a stuttering of words, for her to back down at being blatantly called out. 
You should’ve realised she’d just see it as another challenge. 
“Depends on the day… and the company.” Her grin was playful as she looked you over again and it was once again something you weren’t incredibly familiar with. That playful smile was usually one she reserved when messing around with María. You’d also seen it on occasion when photos from various friends would show up on your feed during international breaks, her annoyingly playful presence seeming to come to the forefront when surrounded by her national teammates.
“Ay, Dios mío!” You huffed, pinching at the bridge of your nose, “You’ve been spending too much time with Alba again. Can you please just get ready for bed?” 
It didn’t go unnoticed the way she stiffened slightly at the mention of her sister.
While your relationship with Alexia had always been, well, rocky at best, you got on well with her flirty younger sister. A little too well Alexia had apparently told Alba a couple of times but you didn’t pay it any mind. Her easy going nature and love of all things feminine made you fast friends and you could easily bet you’d spent more time with her than you had with Alexia, outside of football of course. Truthfully, you quite liked the eye rolls and annoyed glares that buying Alba’s drinks and dancing a little too closely with her garnered from the older Catalan. She would always step to you at the next practice with a little more bite and you’d be lying if you said that side of Alexia wasn’t one of your favorites to see rise up.
“Ingrid tired you out that much?” Alexia goaded you instead, very clearly steering clear of any conversation involving your friendship with her little sister. Instead she leaned on the crutch that was the joke you’d messed with her about earlier in the day. You didn’t even bite back your smile this time, sliding into the role easily. 
“Well, you know how she is…” Batting your lashes up at her innocently, you watched the gears turn in her head again as she tried to find the right line between serious and playful. 
Your smile became a little more genuine watching that, watching her follow your lead for once.
“I don’t, but I do know how Mapi is,” She answered casually, waiting until you cocked your head in slight confusion before she elaborated, "High maintenance and very whiny, so I can only imagine…” 
That response was well worth the wait, the undertones causing you to look up from where you’d been feigning interest in your freshly manicured nails with wide eyes that locked with Alexias. The two of you held that eye contact for a few moments before you both exploded with laughter. You didn’t think you’d ever been a part of Alexia’s laughter before but you were quickly realizing why everyone else seemed so intoxicated by it. 
When you’d recovered from the fit, you playfully threw one of the small pillows on the bed in her direction.
“Seriously, Alexia. Necesito descansar.” You groaned, casting her a slightly pathetic look to which she laughed again as she shook her head.
“Then rest! I’m not stopping you.” She shrugged, laughing again slightly as you huffed in annoyance.
But she indulged you despite her response, truly needing to shower after the day she’d had while also knowing she needed rest before tomorrow's meetings and training. 
You mumbled an annoyed “gracias” as she disappeared into the bathroom, which you didn’t realize she could hear until you heard her deep laugh echo off the bathroom walls.
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When Alexia returned from her shower, you were curled up on the opposite side of the bed from where you had been when she left. She was quiet in her attempts to sneak into the bed without your noticing, you’d credit her with that, but when she turned off the light on her nightstand, your eyes still blinked open. If that hadn’t been the cause, the dip of the bed as she got in would’ve immediately woken you up instead.
You learned a few entirely useless bits of information in the minutes of silence that followed Alexia getting into bed.
Firstly, the two of you can (theoretically) fit comfortably in a king sized bed with about an arms length of space left between you both in the middle. Though you couldn’t tell if Alexia was practically clinging to the edge of the bed in the same way that you were so you weren’t certain that was a proper measurement.
Secondly, Alexia was incredibly warm. You figured that much by how she wasn’t fully under the blankets. Based on the way you could easily tug them free from her and how she let them go with ease, you figured she must also be able to feel the warmth that her body was giving off in waves. In truth, between the summer air and the warmth pooling from her, you yourself nearly didn’t need the sheets.
And thirdly, the older woman is the kind to wait until she thinks you’re asleep to speak her mind. 
When quiet had settled and your breathing had mostly evened out, a faint whisper came from the other side of the bed.
“Bona nit.” Alexia spoke gently, and if you couldn’t tell that she was lying down facing you, you would almost have assumed you weren’t the intended audience for the comment. But there was no one else in the room she could be whispering too, especially not with the way you could feel her breath against your neck.
You let a moment pass, the unfamiliar yet discernible Catalan words dancing through your mind.
“God natt.”  You answered softly, settling for your own familiar mother tongue in the same way Alexia had. 
The response you received was a gentle hum and a tug of the sheets that pulled you back ever so slightly from the edge. You didn’t have the energy to fight your way back to where you had been and instead let the warmth of the older woman and the sounds of the city outside lull you to sleep.
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Thankfully, you had been far more thorough than Alexia had been when it came to your nighttime routine and you had actually remembered to set an alarm. However, the familiar sound was the last thing you wanted to hear at the moment. The warmth of the bed, of your sleep, was the last thing you wanted to abandon.
Alexia’s groan seemed to echo your thoughts as you could feel her fighting to find and silence the alarm. 
For a second, you froze both mentally and physically as warmth seemed to escape your body. Then the alarm was silenced, the warmth returned to you, and your mind started to scream.
When you opened your eyes, you were met with blonde hair that tickled your nose and the sight of tattoos you’d never seen so close. Your brain screamed at you to jerk away, to jolt awake, but you gave yourself that moment. You let your eyes wander freely over her mostly bare back that had somehow ended up pressed against your chest in the midst of your sleep. The sports bra she wore (apparently she was warm last night) revealed more than you were used to seeing. 
There was of course the familiar flower you’d seen peeking out over the neckline of various tops throughout the years of playing with and against her. The feather that floated down her shoulder which you’d spotted in your first training session together when you’d joined Barcelona. The majority of her tattoos you’d seen during a night out with the Barcelona girls when Alexia had neglected to wear an outfit that had an actual back to it. But, in the state you’d absolutely blame on sleepiness, you barely stopped yourself from reaching a hand up to trace the lines of newer, still healing, ink decorating her back. The floral feline head on her shoulder had you entranced, and you’d be lying if it didn’t cause you to draw certain parallels between the tattoo and its owner. The other made you flinch ever so slightly, a pierced heart with what seemed to be thorns coming out of it. With the amount of meaning Alexia assigned to many of her other pieces of art, your mind nearly strayed to wonder what had prompted her to add this one. 
Your mind only nearly gets there though because it appeared your flinch did not go unnoticed. While your mind had strayed, it seemed your hand also had strayed, fingers tracing invisible patterns until it was intercepted. Your eyes flitted down to where your hand was resting now, stilled on the bare skin of Alexia’s hip. But not stilled on its own, stilled by Alexia’s hand. As if entirely casual, she had threaded your fingers together and was applying gentle pressure with the rough pads of her fingers to hold your hand in place. 
“Faen!” Cursing, you rolled to remove yourself away from Alexia who didn’t move a muscle. 
Stumbling out of the bed, you slid your slippers and robe on before crossing over to snatch your phone from the nightstand. Your apparent daydreaming not only got you caught but also made you much later than you’d like. 
“Fy faen!” You cursed again, as you saw the time. Your eyes flickered to Alexia who still hadn’t moved and you sighed as you leaned down and flicked her shoulder, eliciting a dramatic squeak from her in response.
“Bon dia to you too.” She pouted, rubbing the shoulder you’d flicked.
“We need to be downstairs in five.” You stressed, running a hand through your hair that definitely needed to be combed. 
“We-” Alexia started, her eyes locked on the hand you’d just run through your hair. The same hand you’d flicked her with. The same hand she’d held.
“-don’t need to talk about it.” 
And for the first time you were almost certain ever, the look that you gave Alexia was strong enough that she didn’t fight back. Instead she simply nodded and started to get out of bed which meant you very quickly busied yourself doing literally anything else but standing around staring at her. 
“Training kits on the chair.” Alexia spoke from behind you as she walked over to where you stood. 
When she inclined her head, you saw what she meant. Sure enough, laid across the back of two of the lounge chairs were both yours and Alexias training kits for the day. When you went to yours, your jaw practically dropped at the attention to detail. Instead of the regular gray practice top, the sleeveless version was laid carefully on top of the matching gray half zip along with your shorts and socks. With the level of care, you were almost shocked she hadn’t laid out your underwear as well while she was at it.
“Ale-” You started but were interrupted by her shrugging and disappearing into the bedroom with her kit, her words tossed carelessly over her shoulder.
“-don’t need to talk about it”
And for the second time that morning, you found yourself flinching.
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It seemed like none of the Barcelona girls knew how to give a normal greeting. Because instead of being given a calm good morning, the first thing you hear when you walk in for breakfast is,
“PAY UP!” 
Followed by a very excited Claudia jumping over the table at Mariona with her hand outstretched.
“Do I even want to know?” You groaned as you made your plate quickly, apologizing profusely to the staff attempting to clean up.
“Probably not, no.” Ingrid laughed as she patted the open seat beside her for you to take.
“They’ve all been betting on which one of you would make it through the night alive.” Mapi supplied as she chewed on a waffle, shrieking when her girlfriend smacked her arm.
Your face went red which you quickly tried to hide by shoveling eggs into your mouth. Thankfully, the chaos of a buzzing Barcelona made it easy to hide mostly. 
“And since you’re the only one down here, obviously you won which means I won!” Claudia explained, grinning as you shake your head in amused disapproval.
“Claudia, what have we said about betting?” The voice was firm, familiar, and had several of the girls looking up in surprise. 
You, however ,surprisingly relaxed, thankful the captain had made her way down for food.
“It wasn’t just me, Mariona did too!” Claudia attempted to defend herself and you couldn’t help but laugh into your cup. The sound drew Alexia’s attention and you felt her gaze slide to you slowly causing you to look up and meet her eyes.
“Yes, but at least she sided with me.” Alexia smirked, only looking more amused when you rolled your own eyes at her antics. Of course she’d come in with a false scolding only to defend Mariona for backing her.
Claudia continued to plead her case to anyone who would listen which was an amusing amount of the girls who you figured out were also in on this bet in their own ways. Meanwhile, Alexia’s smirk turned into a firm frown as she realized the staff had already cleaned up the meal stations. 
The sound of you clicking your tongue in disapprovement at her tardiness had her turning on her heels, looking ready to argue her own case with some choice words, when she saw the extra plate beside yours. This time it was your turn to incline your head, motioning towards the empty seat across from you. As she sat down, you gently pushed the plate across to her along with a bottle of water. 
“Gracias.” She whispered in thanks, earning a small smile as you tried to go back to finishing your meal. But the way her whisper had sounded so loud in your ears made you realize that the majority of the girls had gone quiet. Narrowing your eyes, you swept the gathering of teammates that were staring at you both in some combination of shock and amazement. Sure, it was known that the two of you had a tendency towards iceness with each other but no one else had grabbed her a plate…
“Mariona, don’t you have money to get back?” Ingrid asked, the picture of faux innocence, as if she didn’t know that she’d just instigated another riot. 
Mariona’s gasp of realization and the collective groan of the team got conversation going again as usual. You cast a thankful glance in Ingrid’s direction but your national teammate squinted at you in return, a clear and obvious sign that this was not going to be the end of this unspoken exchange.
**
You were right, of course.
Throughout every moment before you all arrived at Philips Stadion, Ingrid was glued to your side. Unlike when María wanted information and would babble at you constantly until you snapped just to get her to stop, her partner took the quietly inquisitive approach. It felt like at any moment you could turn your head and find her bright eyes staring you down.
While you loved your best friend, you were at a point of being thoroughly annoyed with her behavior. So when it came to partnering up, you were quick to shove a certain partially blonde defender into her path to escape the silent staredown.
You did, however, fail to recognize that this meant you’d be stuck with María’s usual practice partner.
“Miss me?” Alexia teased as the two of you fell into step beside each other while Alexia collected a football easily from the equipment managers who’d tossed it out.
“Lo siento, I just needed to get away from Ingrid.” You groaned, finding that familiar, comfortable rhythm in your one touch passess to the midfielder. Alexia, without missing a beat in her passes back to you, lifted her head to find the younger Norwegian. Sure enough, Ingrid’s eyes were burning into the two of you even from her spot across the pitch where she was joking around with her own partner. 
“I can see why…” She mumbled in response, switching her focus back to reach for one of your passes that went just wide of her. 
The reach led to some shaped passing, movements opening up as you both felt comfortable taking up a little bit more space.
Instinctually, your head was on a swivel the second you started moving, watching the ball but also watching the ways the other pairs of teammates were choosing to “get to know the space” as Jonatan had urged them when they’d arrived. From those you could spot, you saw Lucy and Keira who seemed to be wandering around aimlessly, Mapi and Ingrid who had taken up people watching, Marta and Caro who were doing hilariously detailed inspections of the playing surface, and Patri and Claudia who seemed much more interested in heckling Jana and Nuria than observing the stadium itself. This meant that much of the field itself was wide open, an observation Alexia seemed to also have made based on her growing smile.
“Vamos!” She whispered, clearly noting the excitement on your face at the prospect of an open field, and it was all the encouragement you needed as you jogged backward slightly before taking off. 
It took a great deal of trust in your team to truly reach your top speed while playing. It wasn’t something that happened often for you at club level anymore unless you were running across the field to provide cover. But truly running at full speed to charge the goal was one of your favorite things to do and annoyingly Alexia was one of your favorite partners to do it with. You could see her juggling the ball skillfully at her own pace as you neared the box. With a last check, you sprinted forward perfectly in time with her rolling the ball ahead of herself. Due to the rest of the girls being otherwise preoccupied, you could practically hear the crack of the Catalans boot against the ball seconds before that same power was transferred from you into the ball as you slammed it into the open net.
Adrenaline eating away your anxiety from the morning, you threw your arms into the air and took off running towards Alexia without a second thought. Or, watching your feet. When you were within stride of reaching her, you felt your studs catch an odd patch of grass that sent you into a less than graceful forward roll. When you found yourself in a seated position, legs out in front of you, you could hear the howling sound of laughter from your teammates around the pitch as it became evident to them that you were okay, just incredibly clumsy. The only person not laughing was the one whose shadow was cast over you.
“Estás bien?” Alexia asked softly, reaching a hand out to you that you grabbed without even thinking. 
When her hand grasped yours though the rough brush of her fingers against your skin sent your mind reeling backwards to this morning and you found yourself dizzier than the roll could have ever made you. The silence in the stadium had returned, the team watching the interaction with baited breath like they had at breakfast. Even the staff seemed to lean in a little closer. You were brought back by the gentle squeezing of your hand, the grounding gesture causing your eyes to flicker to Alexia’s.
“All good.” You whispered, squeezing her hand gently in return which Alexia took as confirmation that she could pull you to your feet. Steadying yourself, you braced the hand you’d used to help boost you off the ground against Alexia’s bicep that you could feel flex underneath your grip. 
Refusing to let that affect you, you stepped back and called over to some of your hovering teammates.
“Found a bad patch!” You shouted, pointing to where your boot had gotten caught in the grass.
The roar of laughter returned to the stadium as many of the younger players rushed over to your side and started jeering and jostling you towards the goal you’d just scored on to set up for the team photo. Others like Frido joined in as well, picking bits of dirt off of you in an attempt to smooth out your edges. Smiling, you leaned into their playfulness and let the familiarity of being with your teammates take you over. But you could still feel eyes on you, this time though they felt softer than Ingrid's earlier piercing gaze.
When you cast a glance over your shoulder, you saw the other Barcelona captain staring back. A gentle smile on her face and a new football at her feet that she was absentmindedly tapping around. You felt your face warm the same way you’d warmed last night and forced yourself to turn your attention towards the girls around you. 
Though a gnawing part of you couldn’t help but wonder about the older woman’s stare, her openness to feeding into your antics today, and the brush of her hand against you both in bed and now on the field.
A forceful shake from Aitana had you coming back to the real world, and you shoved away those thoughts for now. Afterall, you had an entire night ahead to question them.
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ladnkilt · 9 months
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gadeton · 1 year
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Here is Buckley’s best friend/buddy Newbio as his character biography is shown down below:
Newbio is a robot who is unable to say anything as he can only speak gibberish and has a squeaky voice whenever he talks or respond to someone. Despite Newbio not having the ability to speak like the rest of the characters. Newbio is a calm, sensible,and friendly robot as he is shown to have much respect to his friends especially Buckley in which he tends to get along with him very well. Despite his friendliness, Newbio tends to be quite shy over things such as being shy of performing on stage as he doesn't to embarass himself to make the audience laugh at him for petty reasons. Aside his shy personality, Newbio is willing to help his friends whenever they needed him.
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mzannthropy · 2 years
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“I have been ill all day with nervous collapse. Could not do anything. I am sick with dread that I am going to break down altogether. A broken spirit is worse than a broken heart.”
If I told you this was an extract from a diary of a female author, who had a useless husband and was on sedatives, you’d probably guess it was someone like Sylvia Plath. But no. It’s L.M. Montgomery. 
Don’t be fooled by her flowery prose. The woman suffered a lot. (Diary entry is from April 1938. I got it from Mary Henley Rubio’s Lucy Maud Montgomery, The Gift of Wings, a biography of LMM.)
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