#malin gut

[wosoislove]

Please Veen be carefull. Still recovering from an acl but climbing on a hill with no shoes on.. got flashback when malin suffered a setback in her acl rehab after a miss step on a hike.

Lia wälti’s instagram post (08/01/24)

#arsenal wfc #awfc #laura wienroither #malin gut #acl #lia walti #lia wälti #victoria pelova

[vivstenius]

OH MY GOD BABY GOAT

#IVE MISSED UEBXJSJXJEJ BABYWJXUEJDJE #ANNA HELLOOOOOO #arsenal wfc #well ex arsenal wfc a sec #anna patten #malin gut #COME HIME BABY GOAT

[coyging]

#BB #malin gut

[womeneuros]

Switzerland Portraits - UEFA Women's EURO 2022

© Joosep Martinson - UEFA/UEFA via Getty Images

#meriame terchoun #malin gut #ana maria crnogorcevic #lia wälti #viola calligaris #noelle maritz #swiss wnt #women euros 2022

[sidestepping]

After the Storm

DISCLAIMER: Everything belongs to Malin Rydén, as always. CONTEXT: the new demo is here and, okay, I haven't finished yet, but it DID jumpstart my una-writing motivation so here we go. Starting back slow, just a short dialogue, something sweet. WHAT TO EXPECT: Una is recuperating at the Ranch after the Nanosurge. Ortega comes to visit. They "communicate".

Fall 2011 A few weeks after the Nanosurge, at the Ranch. (UNA)

In this strange place the world thinks in murmurs, a muffled sea, a quiet tomb. A UW solution of sorts. Something to keep your brain from eating itself raw before it heals back into life.

Open it was, your brain, to salt and screams. Weeping meat. Meeting weep. They swept inside, inside your skull box, and with them all—the whine the wail, the merge the howl, a swarm of slick-licking                      guts-thirsting                                             blood-letting            PAIN, again and again, Swallow, guzzle, devour, DEVOUR,            devouring YOU whole.

No. No you. You disappeared. You remember that. No you. That's it. You remove you and NO remains. No, no, no, NO.

Meeting weep. Weeping meat. Is something weeping still?

N          o. You dig the heel of your hands into your eyelids and breathe in deep. No. Nobody’s screaming anymore. No is the key. The strength, the fight, the barrier, the melody. No no no no. Keep saying it. Keep chanting it. No no no no. The power, that's yours. No no no no .

No, not this. That's what you felt. Not this, not him. Take everything, but not this. Anything, anything but this. Selfish, really, what made you say: No . It usually is. Selfish. Selfish is self-full. That's what you are. Who would have guessed?

(Continued here.)

#fallen hero: retribution #chargestep #una #charge #fallen hero #notebooks

[ladyshivs]

How about comparing hand sizes for Henrietta? I hope the little gremlin won't bite my head off for that… it is kind of an innocent prompt, right? And tummy kisses for Sal? 😏

Total Word Count: 916

Fandom: Fallen Hero by Malin Ryden

Pairings: Henrietta/implied Mortum via Puppet, Chargestep (Sal/Julia)

Time Elapsed: 63 minutes

Physical Intimacy Prompts

I'll admit I did struggle with Henrietta. Physical intimacy in a positive way isn't really for her. She hates being touched and not in a sweet touch starved way. But! I did my best to think of something for her in this regard, hopefully it wasn't too out of range!

Henrietta

Her skin itched. Deep down in the muscles where she couldn’t reach. The anesthesia had worn off a few hours ago but there was still something in her system keeping her paralyzed.

Her puppet. Her fucking puppet. Waltzing around like goddamn Pinocchio. A cut string marionette with the way she was flouncing around, long black hair swaying behind her before she primly plopped down onto the edge of the bed.

“Well, looky looky at who’s awake,” dripping with sugar. Her voice was warm honey—Henrietta had always loved that voice. Longed for it to come out of her own chest. But the words were wrong, no clipping or hard edges. All soft and open vowels. “You certainly do like your beauty rest don’t you?” giggling, soft fingers reaching. Henrietta could feel them, two…no, three little brushes on the skin of her palm. Then four, and then. Delilah’s palm pressed against hers. Her perfect hand. The hand that was supposed to belong to her.

Elegant, long fingers and flawless, smooth skin. Pressed against Henrietta’s scarred and mottled one. Delilah hummed over her. “Hey, looks like we’re a perfect match aren’t we? I can fit into all those spiky little rings you like to wear,” curling her fingers between Henrietta’s. Holding her hand, like an old friend.

Henrietta scowled and bared her teeth but speech was too hard. Whatever drugs they’d pumped into her in the hospital had been addled by whatever Delilah and.

And Mortum. Her Mortum. Her beautiful, brilliant Doctor. Working cheerily in tandem with Delilah. Delilah, whom Henrietta had made sure was perfect in every single way. She couldn’t blame Mortum for falling for her, but fuck if it didn’t sting to watch them match each other’s gazes from across the room.

Those looks were supposed to be for her, inside of Delilah, not whoever was in there now. There was a wiggle at her hand again, Delilah pulling it up without any resistance. Showing Henrietta how well their hands aligned, in size if nothing else. The heat helped. The touch was grounding against the itch in her spine.

“I can see why you want to be me so badly,” an open punch to Henrietta’s gut that made a well of pain fill in her lungs. “We look so much alike,” perfect brown eyes looking at their hands, turning them together like she was inspecting a new and strange species. “But everywhere you’re broken, I’m not. Two halves of the same coin,” wiggling her fingers, tapping fingertip to fingertip and making Henrietta fight off a wave of nausea. Something more thoughtful entered those eyes, still inspecting their joint hands. “But…you’re not beyond help, you know. You could be me, too, with a little bit more effort,” opening her perfect mouth to continue when Mortum’s voice echoed out. “Oh, well. Duty calls, you know how it is. Try to get some rest,” squeezing her fingers back between Henrietta’s.

Scratching that itch again, but leaving it all the more raw when she took her hand back.

Sal

Julia’s belly jiggled faintly. Her abs were still there, still powerful. But time, among so many other factors, had softened and smoothed and now when Sal pressed a kiss to the swell just below her belly button, her chuckling made little waves.

“I never knew you were ticklish,” Sal wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning a distant laugh from Julia, further up the bed.

“I’m not, it’s your mustache,” she admitted, shooting a frown down at him. A frown that slipped off her face with his next little press of soft, lightly wet, lips. Her body was burning under him, thrumming with energy as her muscles unwound from their…previous activities.

She hadn’t fought him, when he’d asked to keep his clothing on. A layer at least. The jacket and the vest and the tie were gone. Shoes off. She’d tried for his pants but had relented when Sal started fidgeting for the door. And now, however many minutes later, she was naked and pliant on the bed, watching him lay languid kiss after languid kiss up the length of her torso. Taking his time with it. With her. Her eyes felt both like the weight of the world on his shoulders and like a light in the darkness.

Sal chose to swirl his tongue into her belly button to see if it—ha! Another little squirm and wriggle and ah ha ha, her hands on his shoulders. Pushing him off. Sal grinned wide enough for his cheeks to hurt.

“Asshole,” giggled. God, what he wouldn’t do to keep her voice sounding like that. Giggling and soft. Satiated and warm.

“What?” he protested, trying to keep his own voice in that clearly innocent sweet spot. “Because I’m kissing you?” Sal pushed against her hold and punctuated the question with another kiss. Julia flexed a leg under him and the feeling of the corded muscle bunching almost took his breath away. Almost.  

“Because you’re tickling,”

“Thought you said you weren’t ticklish?” shot back, eyes darting up to see that playful, almost devilish look in her eyes.

“I said that your mustache was,”

“I don’t think my mustache is very ticklish, I think its your bel--,” dying on his tongue because both of her hands had curled and dragged him up. Casual, easy strength, moving him like he was just another pillow. So much fucking stronger than him. Pulling him up to kiss her on the lips and shutting him up better than any comeback would have ever.

#thank you! #fhr #fallen hero fanfic #flash fiction #henrietta coleman #salvatore anzetti #julia ortega

[keep-it-krispy]

"May i have this dance?"

Malin swerved out of the way, grabbing Milton’s outstretched hand and using their collective momentum to gracefully spin out of their opponent’s range.

The circle of bystanders fully enclosed them now, cheering loudly in support as they watched the performers go at it. Their opponents, a young human woman and a tall, fox person tore after them. They twirled and leaped around each other as the music reached it's crescendo, The energy they commanded now visible and rapidly heading towards Malin and Milton.

Milton took the lead, throwing Malin into the air with the next spin. Malin called upon their inner music and let loose a deafening bass drop as they landed, knocking the woman off of her feet and breaking the spell before it could reach them.

Malin jumped up and back, catching the melody and twisting it to their will as they allowed themselves to fall elegantly into Milton's arms. The fox person tried to hold his control by singing along, causing the music to stutter and strain under the two contesting powers, but Malin finally ripped it from him when the low dip Milton pulled them into elicited a gasp from the crowd.

The girl was up now, but Milton and Malin were loath to slow down. They danced towards the other pair, taking advantage of their disorganized scramble to push them flush with the edge of the circle.

Malin's heart sung with glee as the crowd hurried to part. They were about to ring out! Milton glanced towards Malin, sharing a victorious smile perhaps a bit too early.

The woman and the fox locked hands and pulled themselves together while singing, harmonizing with the music as it built up and up. Malin realized what was happening a tad too late, moving Milton behind them and blocking the brunt of the incoming harmonic wave with a raised arm, their inner music surging inside of them like a white hot fire.

The two flew back to the other side of the circle, landing just a step away from the boarder. The song kept going, Malin leaped to their feet, but Milton did not follow. They looked back to see him holding his mouth, a glowing blue liquid dribbling from his lips and staining his hands. “Milt!” Malin gasped, forgetting the fight and rushing to his side.

Their opponents strode towards them with cruel smiles, fully intending to finish them off. And they might have, if not for the figure suddenly blocking them from going any further.

White smoke pooled around them as Malin looked up, a mix of shock, horror, and slight relief in their voice as they gasped:

“Mayor!?”

He glanced back at them, that familiar placid smile on his face contrasting with the gleaming murder in his eyes. He turned back to their opponents, taking a showman's bow

“May I have this dance?

His voice made a sick feeling pool in Malin’s gut, while Milton could only shudder as more liquid seeped from his lips. The two of them were cold with fear; not for want of their safety, but out of concern for the poor unfortunates who saw fit to challenge them.

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid au #lmk au #lmk mayor #lego monkie kid fanfiction #lego monkie kid mayor #lmk au art #lmk #LMK: Ride or Die #lego monkie kid oc #lmk fanfiction #lmk fanart #lmk fandom

[sarcasticslothy]

The following will be a young royals post season two ramble.

It contains ALL of the spoilers. I have put it under tags AND under a cut.

I repeat do not read this if you are going to watch season two of young royals and don't want to be spoiled.

First of all, I loved the season. It was oh so different to season one for many reasons but it's really a kick on the gut kinda season. There's a LOT of pain - by so many characters but particularly Wilhelm who seems to have a shadow of hell following him. The acting was brilliant by all - and I really loved that we got to see some characters that we only got minor parts from in the first season.

For Wilmon fans it'll feel a lot more light on in the more romantic/cute scenes but I the absolute symbolism behind Wille closing the curtains and then us getting to see nothing else after it was actually kind of perfect? Their love was just for them now.

Yes, they both try the moving on thing. Simon with Marcus and Wille with... Felice (I screamed when it happened!) I never felt myself hating Marcus as a characters even though he was in the middle of my favourite couple. He was a 'perfect' kinda guy for Simon but there was just no way he could compete with the history they have.

Just quietly, when Simon told him the fish don't have names? That line actually made me gasp. Bravo.

Now to August who is SUCH a confusing character to me. He switches from someone trying their hardest to be good to absolute dickhead so quickly it gives me whiplash but the way that he can gloss over the feelings of other people can't be ignored. Obviously, number one enemy in regards to doing the video and in the first two episodes we see him kind of accept himself as being Wille's punching bag. And then there are moments where he gets his little smirk on and you know evil is coming and you backtrack every thought you had about him trying to be good. The scene when he gets Alexander to cover for him is just SO widely true to that bad side of him that Sara said it best "you really are clueless"

Sara, Sara, Sara what are you doing giiiiirl?! The whole time she was falling for him, you could see it was the clouded eyes of first love guiding her every decision. I just couldn't believe that it was allowing her to glaze over the fact this guy released a SEX tape of your BROTHER! I hope she gets her revenge and is able to help Simon make something right - next season 🙏

Feline was SUCH a good friend to Wille and the whole female group as a whole were very entertaining and good for a laugh although I feel like she kinda of got forgotten about as a character? We had her quitting riding and the whole storyline of her selling the horse but there was no explanation further, no talking about what she wanted to do and no real solution to why she was quitting riding besides she didn't like it? Was that even it?!

But really, it all comes together in episode 6. SO much happens so quickly. That scene at the gun range?! Wille!! That boy can really fly off the handle. I sometimes struggled to understand Wille's very emotional reactions. His outburst in an early episode (1 or 2?!) Over the phone was definitely something! But I kind of felt him rise to the moment that allowed him to pick up that gun.

But the pièce de résistance of this season and indeed the ending moment is Wille's speech. How satisfying to see him finally choose his OWN way forward. Not Simon's. Not the royal family. Not his mother's. Not August's. You couod say his decision may not totally solve his problems but the absolute satisfaction on his face as he admits it was him and turns to Simon. Aaahhhhhhh. The dual smiles. I just felt so happy for them. So relieved.

Other thoughts:

- Malin, how could you?! How dare you break the snow globe by physically pulling Wille? You just disappeared off every fanfic in the future as the tough, but lovable security guard 😅

- Sara being so damn upfront with August in his room after just kissing him. That's definitely a whole other level of confident

- the whole little grouping of scenes with Wille looking at Simon on his phone, going to the fence with the sunset and water behind him was beautiful.

- I thought I'd find myself hating the queen more for putting her son in this obviously horrible position but I think I found there was a part of her that was clearly upset that she had no way to fix things for her son. No way to give him what he wanted without breaking away from tradition and a royal history that she is clearly responsible for keeping going

- Simon/Ayub/Rosh friendship ruling the damn show. The way they supported Simon and were a sounding board for him at every turn was so lovely! That little scene at the end with Ayub on the phone and them saying goodnight was so freaking sweet.

- "Did he just say he'd renounce the throne for you?!' That whole scene was SCREAM worthy

- The Hug! The I love you! The way that it bookended last season's final scene when Wille said it and reversed it. Yes yes yes! Gos they do closeness so well. The quiet moment of hands touching and skimming their faces against each other. And just breathing like they finally felt at home. Ahhh perfection

- oh Rousseau, I felt devastated when they took you away. Especially with that dickhead dad. Though now, you are owned by August so I don't know which is worse?!

- the school project! Talking to the teacher with the book in mind but the way they spoke about their situation to each other. The way they explained so much of their decisions, the way they felt. Ahhhh. Sara's 'she committed suicide' after was a little bit oh! Well. Right.

- this school is a little bit nuts to me. Don't get me wrong, obviously we are talking crazy money here but my god the events they have and the way they do meals and classes sometimes has me cracking up. Every time they stood when a teacher entered I just thought back to my school days when we barely looked in their direction 😅🤣

- every single fighting Wilmon scene broke my heart. The one in the locker room where Simon admits he might not be able to handle Wille and his position? Euuurrgghh hit me good, angst.

- August on the phone with jan-Olof (lemme hear you say old annoying guy!) When he asks August if he did anything thst wouod cause issue and August did nearly every single one 🤣🤣

Okay, this post is already ridiculous but I needed to express my feelings. I will abuse that repeat button on so many episodes. I really adored 6 - it was so drama full. But 4 was also a really great episode. Please, please give us season 3! Wilmon endgame is coming. I think there is still a crazy good story still there to unroll. I mean Wille's speech and Sara's decision alone require some resolution! Gimme gimme!

#young royals #young royals spoilers #young royals season 2 #spoilers be here #also rambling be here #i just went a little nuts #but really spoilers be HERE #wilmon #wilmon spoilers #young royals season two spoilers #gimme your thoughts!

[snowlessknitter]

The Masked Singer: S9 E5 (Sesame Street Night) Commentary

I’m watching on a bit of a delay tonight. But anyways, guest appearances from several Sesame Street characters.

As always, I post before watching any unmaskings, so don’t take these as spoilers!

Squirrel 🐿️: Smiley face, Swedish meatballs, a gorilla, a castle, and a wedding dress. Based on some of the other clues from last week, and some additional sleuthing, I no longer think that this is Uma Thurman. This might actually be Malin Akerman. She’s originally from Sweden (her last name is written as “Åkerman” in Swedish), was Tom Cruise’s love interest in the film version of the musical Rock of Ages, and she was in The Proposal, if I remember correctly (which would explain the wedding dress). And she was also in another movie about weddings, 27 Dresses.

The Fairy 🧚‍♀️: Magic duster, “nepo fairy” with a famous dad. A panther and a basketball. A Christmas tree with a duck ornament. A plate reading “Endless Love”. This makes me think she’s either related to Diana Ross or Lionel Richie, who sang “Endless Love”. My gut instinct is going towards Nicole Richie.

Jackelope 🐇: The costume looks to either be a woman or a drag queen. A shy kid who became an influencer and dancer. The letter G in a heart charm, a picture of the mask from Scream. Has partied with Nicole Scherzinger. Was also on the 30 Under 30 list, along with Donald Glover, Michael B. Jordan, and Emma Stone. To be honest, I’m stumped. I have no guess here.

#the masked singer season 9 #the masked singer

[wahrefreundefinden]

Hi ich heiße Malin, bin 22 Jahre alt und wohne in Niederbayern, Landkreis Straubing-Bogen :) Ich wohne jetzt mittlerweile seit 3 Jahren hier und habe über die Zeit leider noch keine Freunde gefunden (Corona, introvertiert etc). Ich suche auf diesem Wege Leute mit den selben Interessen, wie Sims, Katzen, Tattoos, Animes, Fantasy, Natur oder auch komplett random zeugs, über das man sich gut unterhalten kann. Wenn du aus der Nähe kommst wärs natürlich auch nicht schlecht ^^ Ich vermisse es mit jmd auf Flohmärkte zu gehen, neue Gegenden zu erkunden und einfach nur spazieren zu gehen und die Schönheit der Natur zu bewundern. Falls du dich angesprochen fühlst, kannst du mir gerne jederzeit schreiben. Ich freue mich drauf :)

[wosoislove]

You are missed Malin!

#malin gut #arsenal wfc #swnt #swiss wnt #woso #wosoislove

[neue-freunde-finden]

Hi ich heiße Malin, bin 22 Jahre alt und wohne in Niederbayern, Landkreis Straubing-Bogen :) Ich wohne jetzt mittlerweile seit 3 Jahren hier und habe über die Zeit leider noch keine Freunde gefunden (Corona, introvertiert etc). Ich suche auf diesem Wege Leute mit den selben Interessen, wie Sims, Katzen, Tattoos, Animes, Fantasy, Natur oder auch komplett random zeugs, über das man sich gut unterhalten kann. Wenn du aus der Nähe kommst wärs natürlich auch nicht schlecht ^^ Ich vermisse es mit jmd auf Flohmärkte zu gehen, neue Gegenden zu erkunden und einfach nur spazieren zu gehen und die Schönheit der Natur zu bewundern. Falls du dich angesprochen fühlst, kannst du mir gerne jederzeit schreiben. Ich freue mich drauf :)

Viel Glück!

- 6. Juni 2022, 23:05

[neuefreundefinden]

Hi ich heiße Malin, bin 22 Jahre alt und wohne in Niederbayern, Landkreis Straubing-Bogen :) Ich wohne jetzt mittlerweile seit 3 Jahren hier und habe über die Zeit leider noch keine Freunde gefunden (Corona, introvertiert etc). Ich suche auf diesem Wege Leute mit den selben Interessen, wie Sims, Katzen, Tattoos, Animes, Fantasy, Natur oder auch komplett random zeugs, über das man sich gut unterhalten kann. Wenn du aus der Nähe kommst wärs natürlich auch nicht schlecht ^^ Ich vermisse es mit jmd auf Flohmärkte zu gehen, neue Gegenden zu erkunden und einfach nur spazieren zu gehen und die Schönheit der Natur zu bewundern. Falls du dich angesprochen fühlst, kannst du mir gerne jederzeit schreiben. Ich freue mich drauf :)

Viel Glück 🍀

(06.06.2022)

[hardtchill]

About Cat's injury. A ton of times at the beggining health professsionals will say 9-12 months because it's hard to predict exactly, so altough it's unikely to take 12 months it's better to have that possibility out there from the start so that the athlete/coaches understands the timeline. It' better for the patient/clinician relationship and patient buy in to say a larger time frame and come out at the earlier point of the range than saying 9 months and at the end having to push that back because they aren't ready. And although it's unlikey to take more than 9 months it's not unheard of, see Ada and Malin Gut recently.

Ada fractured her Tibia during recover, her recovery wasn't extended due to issues with the ACL. Malin didn't have an extended recovery as far as i know, she left Arsenal because she was always supposed to leave but then ruptured her ACL. She ruptured it in may and left Arsenal officially in January.

Professionals may say 9-12 months, but not a single player or club will aim for longer than 9 months. Recovery timelines for uncomplicated ACL's are always aimed at being back on the field by 9 months and are then adjusted based on progress.

#ask #woso #catarina macario

[sidestepping]

Mask-slips.

DISCLAIMER: Retribution out on Thursday, LET’S GO. (Everything in here belongs to Malin Rydén, of course). CONTEXT: No writing juice beyond dialogue, so you get a long-ass dialogue. WHAT TO EXPECT: Hypothetising about Ortega joining Sidestep’s quest on the villain side, and the annoying talks that follow. 

2023. (UNA)

“Ready?” you call, fingers poised on the spacebar.

In the depths of the waterplant, he calls back:

“Ready!”

First you hit play. Second the speakers start blasting the loudest 80’s hit ever made. Third you sit back. Third you keep the bubbling-crackling locked tight inside your chest.

Third—third, you watch the magic happen.

The magic is shaped like a man who enters the space in a side glide oh so exquisitely paced it flows light-like; and keeps his back to you; and somewhere your heart twists throatward, though your laughter relieves the ache a little longer; and there, smack center now, the magic moves and sways and bobs arms and shoulders, here a glimpse of nanomeshed neck, then a wave of blue-covered thigh, hypnotic, euphoric—no, that’s you, euphoric, euphoric as you summon your highest pitch to squeal:

“Oh my god, it’s Charge!”

It’s Charge. It’s Charge. It is Charge. Charge changed, but Charge still. Charge in nightdark blue, refracting lightning in a seam of white-silver, and skating solid skin as supple as dye. Quicker. Reinforced. Accessorised for the generator, you think, though you don’t have time to analyse the relief raised on his lower back. Charge has spun around.

“That’s Evil Charge to you, Tiny,” he glints, striking a pose.

“Oh, Evil Charge, whatever can I do to be spared from your evilness?”

He snickers, evilly enough, and prowls to you, too fluid for normalcy. Of course he asked for enhanced agility.

You better hope he’s on your team for good.

“No mercy this side of the light, you know that,” he says.

“I’ll show you no mercy, rookie,” you throw back, and tip your chin up when his gloved hands fall on the armrests of your chair.

The weight of his gaze coils redorange inside your gut.

Look away first and you lose.

Look away first and you lose the sight of his face, beautiful, too bright for this place of shadows and decay, luminous, gleaming white-smiled, a starmap lined and moonlit, so close, so real, realer than you can ever…

“Wait.”

Your hand stops him mid-bend.

“Where’s your mask?”

(CONTINUED HERE.)

#fallen hero #fallen hero: retribution #chargestep #notebooks #una #charge

[horseweb-de]