#<-spaniard (mockingly

[wtf-a-psychoanalysis]

Leosagi hot take: Spanish

Tw: swearing in Spanish. Like really bad actually. Bullying (mystic cities hella harsh) Yuichi angst?

Miyamoto knows Spain Spanish because of the Spanish trading with Japan at the time like say Leo introduces himself and his brothers in Spanish as like a taunt.

"Hola Conejito, somos La Tortugas Ninjas. Pareces perdido"

All casual and stuff and Miyamotos like " Fuck foreigners, it's a good thing i know some Spanish." Then he says this

"Me llamo Miyamoto Usagi. ¿Que hacéis aquí?"

This breaks Leo's act and he's like "OMG, Spaniard Spanish, looks like we got here a vosotros villain here boys."

Enemies to lovers ensuse.

And Yuichi, Yuichi, He's knows Mexican Spanish from Hueso and Piel, however he knows Spain Spanish too but he can't deal with the vosotros form to use it. He picks up more slang from Leo. But he knows a lot of curse words, because Skin and Bones swear like sailors. And he's waiting for the opportunity just let loose because its much tougher in the hidden city (and i love unhinged Usagi)

Like say some rude customers come in and messing with him the whole day and our little rabbit boy is just not wanting to deal with it.

Like the customer mockingly says "Oops looks like you should have looked with your divorced eyes to see where my foot was before you spilled everything on yoursel.."

"¡Chiga tu Madre, hijo de la gran puta! ¡Vas a la verga y te matas!" Yuichi would say if he like snapped

Leo's looking on across the room like "Wow what a man" staring lovingly as Yuichi goes off and Hueso's like "yeah that was my fault but let him have his justice i guess" only because the customers ban was lifted and now has to be banned again

#leosagi #tw language #Spanish speaking #spain Spanish tw #piel is Mexican he just cosplays as a Spaniard #yuichi usagi #miyamoto usagi #rottmnt #señor Hueso #señor hueso #Leonardo knows Spanish #I'm using my Spanish for dumb shit

[church-history]

12th-13th Century Spanish Crusade Song:

I. Gentlemen, for our sins the strength of the Saracens grows: Saladin has taken Jerusalem and it has not yet been reconquered; and here the king of Morocco makes it known that he will fight against all the Christian kings together with his perfidious Andalusians and Arabs armed against the faith of Christ. II. He has sent for all his lieutenants, Masmudis, Moors, Goths and Berbers, and there is no one, fat or thin, who has not been included in the ranks: never rain came down more dense than they are when they pass by covering the plains; he (the king of Morocco) pushes these hordes to pasture like sheep, carrion for the vultures, and (after their passage) there is no blade of grass or root.

III. Those whom he has summoned are so full of arrogance that they believe they are masters of the world; Moroccans and Marabutti stand in piles in the middle of the meadows and mockingly say to each other: «Franks, make way for us! Ours is Provence and the region around Toulouse and the whole land up to Puy! ». Never before had such a terrible threat been heard from these treacherous, despicable unfaithful dogs.

IV. Hear, Emperor, and you, King of France, and you, his cousin, and you, King of England, Count of Poitiers: run to the aid of the King of Spain! No one ever had a better opportunity to serve God: with His assistance you will overcome all the dogs that Muhammad has duped and the renegades who have passed over to their side. V. Jesus Christ, who wanted to enlighten us with His word so that our end was good, shows us what the right way is: with penance the sin that began with Adam will be forgiven. And he wants to assure us firmly that if we have faith in Him, He will place us among the elect and be our guide there against the wicked unfaithful villains. YOU. We do not leave our possessions, since we are supported by the great faith, to the overseas black dogs: that everyone thinks about us, before the damage hits us! Portuguese, Galician, Castilian, Navarrini, Aragonese, Seritani, we have opposed them as a barrier, but they have rejected and humiliated them. VII. When they see the Crusader barons, Alemanni, French, Cambresini, English, Bretons, Angevins, Béarnesi, Gascons, united with us, with the Provençals, all in an imposing crowd, then, you can be sure, together with the Spaniards, we will cut through the crowd and the head (of the invaders) and hands, to the point of killing and exterminating them all; and then all their gold will be divided among us. VIII. Gavaudan will be a prophet: what he foretold will come true. And death to the dogs! And God will be honored and served where Muhammad was worshiped.

- written by Gavaudan a troubadour and hired soldier at the courts of both Raymond V and Raymond VI of Toulouse and later on in Castile.

#christian #catholic #spanish history #crusade history #reconquista #moors #islam #medieval #spain

[kiruuuuu]

Kapkan/Fuze oneshot in which they resolve an argument in their own way. (Rating M/E, fluff + not very explicit smut, ~4.5k words) - written for @yovelie! Thank you so, so much for commissioning me again, I’m enjoying your requests immensely ❤ Find my commission info here!

This has also been posted to AO3! You can read it here :)

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Shuhrat gets assigned a new room. Not much changes, except that he doesn’t need to hide his cigarettes anymore since none of his new comrades smoke and the little thief with the lisp has been reassigned. His new roommates are improvements in some regards and worse in others, neither of them snore but one of them has a habit of getting up late, risking the ire of their superior, one talks too loudly and another has a buddy system going on with someone outside who hides candy and naughty pictures on the outskirts of their training grounds in return for a little cash. Shuhrat gladly trades one or two of his smokes for chocolate and biscuits despite them being worth less and turns down any other offers. He has no use for the other wares his roommate provides.

And then there’s the guy with the shockingly bright eyes. Sometimes they’re aqua blue, sometimes a pale grey, and Shuhrat spends too much time figuring out their real colour.

The guy is not dim – can’t be, not with how much respect he seems to have earned, not with how long he’s survived in Spetsnaz so far without suffering any major injury, has gone a few years and his track record is allegedly excellent. And still, his equipment malfunctions surprisingly often.

Making a show out of sighing, explaining the basics and looking down on him is beneath Shuhrat, so he silently shows him how to maintain his guns, demonstrates simple repairs with an air of irritation and maybe slams the fixed piece onto the table separating them with a little too much force. The man possesses the opposite of a green thumb for electronics and the likes, it’s as if he produces his own magnetic field designed to destroy and whenever he’s entrusted with anything, he inevitably ends up turning to Shuhrat for aid.

If he’s honest, he doesn’t have time for this. He could be sleeping instead of messing with the tiny radio but his pride won’t allow it despite how exhausted he is most of the time. In climbing ranks quickly and proving himself, he’s hoping to bring honour to himself, his family and his new home country – and fixing someone else’s mistakes isn’t really part of it. And yet he stays up late to dull his favourite screwdriver on this stupid transistor radio just so he can present it to its clueless owner the next day and collect his well-earned payment of crinkling skin, a flash of teeth, and sparkling green or grey or hazel.

Sometimes, they spar. He’s banned the other man from using knives after bleeding through his thick jacket one day and since then, it’s become routine, a quick gaze and a nod enough of a signal for them to slink away and throw each other onto mats or the soft earth outside, taking no longer than fifteen minutes to vent their pent-up aggression and return to their daily duties. Once, they find a stash of their roommate’s under some shrubbery and decide to leave most of it out of goodwill, though piercing eyes lock onto a chocolate bar which ends up snapped in half and quickly wolfed down by the both of them. Neither of them pays the pictures any heed.

When he comes back from a week-long training trip, he mockingly asks a different colleague about grey-blue-eyes’ gadgets self-destructing without him there to repair them.

All he receives is a short laugh and the meaningful reply: “They only do that when you’re around.”

~*~

Fuze wakes up with five minutes left to get ready. He examines the large, empty bed, throws a glance at the alarm clock and decides to be reasonably grumpy for the rest of the day. As a shower is out of the question, he goes through a slimmed-down version of his morning ritual and devours the still-warm pancakes he finds in the kitchen. Since his clothes have already been laid out – and it’s a tighter shirt than what he’d normally choose, but at this point he can’t be picky –, he manages not to be late after all, arriving at base just in time.

Just in time for Kapkan to bitch at him, too.

“Did you drop your brush down the toilet? What happened to your hair?” Kapkan seems offended at how Fuze’s hairstyle is going to reflect badly on him, as if their CTU was a family and he’d failed one of his children’s behavioural education.

“I overslept”, he states simply as it’s the truth but somehow it makes the other man flush in anger.

“Well, it’s not my fault you can’t set your alarms properly”, he snaps and earns odd looks from the other three Spetsnaz who seem taken aback at his foul mood.

“No”, Fuze replies politely. “It isn’t. And no one implied it was.”

Kapkan turns even redder and storms away dramatically as he seems to find no more wisdom to bestow upon Fuze, leaving the rest of his CTU to look after him, puzzled.

“Is he alright?”, Glaz wants to know, concern shining through his features. Fuze decides it’s best not to answer as he doesn’t want to poke the bear any more than necessary, and collects his lunch which has been placed on top of his locker for later consumption.

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Around noon, he gets asked for the fourth time.

“What’s up with Maxim?”, Mira yells through half the workshop as usual and turns quite a few heads in doing so, attracting everyone’s attention without being aware – Fuze is unsure how she does it as every other gaze he notices lingering on him burns uncomfortably on his skin and reminds him of the times he had to present anything in class, stumbling over unfamiliar words and hearing the usual boys snicker at his expense. Kapkan once called him allergic to attention jokingly, adding how it was typical for someone from Uzbekistan. When Fuze told him it was the smarter choice to be invisible as an Uzbek in Russia, he grew quiet. It took him a week to apologise.

At this point, Fuze has grown tired of the question. He supposes it’s fair enough, seeing as Kapkan and he are usually inseparable, huddling in a corner while they’re on their phones or occasionally lost in a topic, never more than a few metres apart in the workshop, and definitely not actively avoiding each other. It’s no wonder everyone has noticed though he wishes he weren’t the focus of the resulting curiosity. “We had a disagreement”, he clarifies for everyone’s benefit and hopes this ensures no more nosiness. The Spaniard isn’t as persistent as Ela is, at least normally, and she seems appeased with the answer.

“What about?”

Well. Not everyone is.

“I am not at liberty to say”, he addresses Rook diplomatically and doesn’t miss the raised eyebrows following his statement. Maybe he should’ve worded it differently – this will only pique everyone’s interest even more and the last thing he needs is literally all of their colleagues scrutinising their interactions, watching them out of the corners of their eyes. Capitão already noticed them bickering over a dessert recently, he doesn’t need to add to potential suspicions.

True to his fears, the Frenchman turns to his small group and murmurs: “Did he accidentally disclose a state secret or what?”

Before he can dispel this notion, however, Kapkan bursts into the room. He presumably came straight from physical training as he’s still sweaty, and despite all occupants of the workshop openly staring at him, his eyes snap to Fuze immediately.

It’s one of the hardest things he’s ever done in his life not to let his gaze run over Kapkan’s form, bask in the damp t-shirt clinging to muscles visible through the slightly translucent fabric nor dwell on the messy wet locks. He might’ve gotten away with it (as everyone else’s attention is directed towards the same target his own is) were it not for Kapkan’s impatient expression. Wordlessly, Fuze reaches for his bag, pulls out the extra water bottle and the towel he packed this morning and tosses both towards the man who looks more akin to the animals he likes to hunt than his normal, civilised self. Fuze feels a prickling at the back of his skull. An itch with which he’s intimately familiar.

Kapkan nimbly catches the objects despite his bad throw (and this only serves to heighten the tingling), turns on his heel and vanishes once more, in his wake leaving Fuze a little short of breath and unable to concentrate on his current collaboration with the taciturn Japanese man whose direct style of communication he appreciates.

For a lack of a better option, he starts gathering all the equipment Kapkan will need once he’s showered and changed and piles it up on his usual table.

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Standing on the threshold of his flat, Kapkan reminds him more of a feral cat than ever – he’s always moved with such grace when he’s uneasy, as if anxiousness triggered slumbering feline instincts in him. Fuze prefers it when he’s comfortable enough to let his guard down, to stubbornly keep throwing rubbish at the bin until he finally lands it but he can’t deny enjoying Kapkan’s proximity when he’s charged like this, tension in his muscles and ready to pounce at any time. Especially when, on very rare occasions, he reluctantly allows Fuze to pet him nonetheless.

“You’re early”, Fuze informs him. He’d pair it with a smile but he’s still miffed and doesn’t bother to hide it.

“Are you cooking?” Kapkan is mirroring his disapproval and a scowl is pulling on the corners of his mouth.

“Salmon and baked potatoes.” The frown dissipates. It’s one of Kapkan’s favourites and Fuze knows it. “You made breakfast and lunch, so I thought it fair if I made dinner.”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t get up on time”, comes a hostile response apropos of nothing.

Ah.

That’s what this is.

Fuze fights the urge to assure Kapkan again that no one claimed otherwise and instead steps aside so Kapkan can enter his abode which is really their abode as the other man’s apartment is as much of a front as Blitz’ occasional assurances of not wanting any more sweets. It’s believable when met with no scrutiny but ultimately serves no purpose other than to project outward for the benefit of their colleagues.

Now he reads it in Kapkan’s body language, too, a slight duck when the Russian passes by, bright eyes darting around, conscious footfalls. He leaves the man to it and enters the living room, pushes the coffee table aside, moves the couch, picks up some dirty dishes and places them next to the sink in the kitchen. They include a butter knife he prefers to be out of reach. The potatoes will take a while so he can wait with the salmon, meaning he has at least a quarter of an hour of free time.

Convenient.

Blocking the first three punches half-heartedly thrown at him once he’s back in the other room is comparably simple, withstanding the leg sweep which follows isn’t – and yet he manages. One of his jabs lands on Kapkan’s ribs but he suffers a graze on his cheekbone for it, and now that the niceties are over, he follows an impulse and goes for the crotch. His world tilts and the cream-coloured rug is suddenly his sky instead of the ground; his ankle slams against the edge of the table and causes a painful sensation of white noise in his toes. He should’ve known better.

“You should’ve known better”, Kapkan deadpans and takes a few steps back to catch his breath. “I told you it would never work again.”

He did – more than two years ago. Groaning quietly, Fuze rises and shakes out his foot cautiously until he can feel his sole again, pointedly ignoring the small smirk on Kapkan’s face.

When they’re back at it, the Russian takes care not to move too much and pretends they’re wrestling in cramped conditions so Fuze doesn’t need to strain his aching leg. He gets the air knocked out of him several times and manages to make Kapkan stumble, trades a knee to his guts for an elbow in Kapkan’s sternum and laughs when they briefly hold on to each other to not lose their balance. They give as good as they get and yet Kapkan’s features are soft, eyes gleaming mischievously when he finally fells Fuze with one swoop.

Giddiness has taken over both of them at this point, relief bubbling up with nowhere to go, so they roll over the floor, haphazardly throwing limbs everywhere until Kapkan hits his head on the radiator and then his teeth are on Fuze’s throat, and at least one of them lets out a low growl. A button rips, callouses brush over the bumps of Fuze’s abs, there’s unruly hairs tangled in his eyelashes and a warm weight grounding him. Kapkan becomes the space between his hands, a writhing and squirming mass whose undulations resonate with Fuze’s quickening heartbeat so he adapts, tugs and shoves and yanks and only stops once all the skin is available to him.

The spots where he got hit still ache and the scorching tip of a tongue only inflames them further, seeking them out with enviable precision and pressing against soon-to-be bruises, so he returns the favour with fingertips and earns a variety of primal noises in return, rumbling against his own chest. Another struggle breaks out and this time Fuze is victorious, ends up on top and snarls at the hand pulling on his hair. His own hands are occupied, one used to prop himself up so his mouth can seek out its counterpart and the other between their slick bodies, leaving Kapkan’s to roam freely and weaken his focus with every erogenous zone they relentlessly attack. Leftover energy crackles between them and Fuze begins rolling his hips, thrusting into his grip and sliding his hard shaft over Kapkan’s. The cavern of his mouth houses the first few moans until Kapkan breaks free and releases several into their living space, echoing off the walls and sweet to Fuze’s ears.

He needs to see. He cranes his neck so he can drink everything in, the sight of two torsos glistening with sweat, two blunt heads rubbing together, strong thighs, an abundance of marks on pale skin, some of which he put there, most of which he didn’t. And when his gaze wanders further up, there are two icy grey eyes staring directly into his mind, dismantling his composure with their intensity and communicating without words. The only syllables escaping swollen lips are part of his name, strangled, pleading, outraged.

“You’re beautiful”, Fuze addresses the wild being below him, the creature which allowed itself to be tamed, the deity benevolent enough to put up with him. He speaks the truth, never before has he witnessed anyone this chock-full of life and determination and resilience. Claws draw blood and fangs bury themselves in his shoulder to interrupt the mantra calling for Fuze as if he wasn’t here with him right now, and his tempo is unchanged, fast, impatient.

The climax hits him harder than expected and they both spill onto Kapkan’s flat stomach together, moving in unison, gasps and pants mingling as they revel in the moment before beginning to come down. The afterglow transforms Kapkan into something with fewer edges, less tension, and though it’s sure to change once he’s sobered up, Fuze makes use of the moment by examining the now decidedly human features of the entity sprawling on the carpet in front of him.

“Why”, Kapkan mutters, disgruntled, and motions to the mess on his upper body, just as the timer in the kitchen goes off.

“Because I need to finish cooking”, Fuze replies, smacks an inviting-looking thigh and flees before Kapkan can retaliate. The fish should go into the pan right now if he wants to time everything perfectly, so he foregoes dressing in favour of fetching the apron someone gifted Kapkan as a joke a while ago. He’s not keen on hot oil splashing onto any of his exposed body parts.

The gaze in his back is tangible, even if he didn’t hear Kapkan enter the kitchen. His presence is unmistakable, the air of a different quality whenever he inhabits a space.

Once the salmon is almost done, Fuze asks without turning: “Are you still mad?”

And the waves of irritation rolling off of Kapkan who silently moves to his side to glare at him accusingly are answer enough. Even so, his aggression has mellowed into childish pouting and his yes is followed by entrancement undoubtedly caused by Fuze’s backside perfectly on display and framed by the wine red fabric. In contrast, Kapkan is fully clothed again.

They chat briefly while gorging on the food and the way Kapkan piles up even more on his plate after tasting it tugs on Fuze’s heartstrings. Kapkan washes up of his own volition and pretends to be unbothered by Fuze lounging on the sofa for two hours, restlessly moving about the flat, tidying shelves which don’t need to be tidied. He overlooks the space available between Fuze’s legs where he normally lies and even heads out to buy some beer. Fuze acknowledges the bottle set in front of him with a nod and tries his best not to let his amusement show.

Long after they’ve turned off the light, Kapkan scoots closer on the mattress and presses his back to Fuze’s.

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The next morning, Fuze wakes up to the smell of freshly-baked waffles. His bed is large and empty and his alarm clock informs him that he has ten minutes left to get ready. What a luxury – if he’s lightning quick about it, he can even squeeze in a shower. After having gone through most of his morning routine, he notices the single piece of clothing laid out for him to wear for the day and barks out a laugh. Maybe he should cook more often. He stores the apron in the kitchen where it came from and chooses a less revealing outfit he knows Kapkan still likes instead. He arrives at base just in time.

“Is this going to be a trend? Are there wild birds nesting in your hair?”

Tachanka, Finka and Glaz are already tired of Kapkan’s antics. It’s obvious in the resigned glances they exchange and the sigh one of them accidentally lets out. They’ve spent the previous day hovering around the two, full of hesitation of whether they should intervene and try to mediate or leave them be altogether and Fuze imagines it’s draining, to neither know what’s wrong nor what the best course of action is. Kapkan is famous for being quick to annoy yet holding a grudge goes against his usual behaviour, whereas Fuze is known for being unflappable. If their team is this worried, it means Fuze has let some of his internal imbalance show on top of Kapkan’s attitude. And he assumes they’re unaware of its source being the brilliant light inside him, eternally trapped rays refreshed every time his eyes make contact with Kapkan’s.

“I overslept again”, he responds, tone gentle. Kapkan used to remind him whenever they entangled their limbs before drifting off to sleep, so Fuze remembers whenever they cuddle in bed. Since Kapkan is upset, there’s no reminder.

“Again? How?”, Glaz hopes to de-escalate the situation by speaking up before Kapkan can snarl at him again.

“Sweet dreams wouldn’t let me go”, Fuze says, making sure to not break eye contact with Kapkan as he takes out an extra pen. He knows the other man has forgotten his.

And once again, his workday begins with Kapkan storming off while blushing furiously.

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When Fuze gets asked the eighth time, he decides he’s had enough. Kapkan has sulked sufficiently and he’s not going to stand for everyone on base getting involved in their private matters – if he can avoid a repeat performance of the week when Kapkan was made of sharp remarks and pointy looks, he’ll gladly do so. Seeking him out and dragging him to an empty meeting room is surprisingly difficult since the other man seems dead set on refusing cooperation, but mutely remaining by his side and waiting patiently does the trick.

Kapkan’s dissatisfied grimace melts the second Fuze pulls out the ring.

“What”, says Kapkan.

“It’s for you.”

“We said we wouldn’t do rings. We said we wouldn’t do anything.” He takes it nonetheless and inspects it against the light, runs a thumb over its smooth surface. It looks like it belongs already.

“It’s a wood ring. Grey maple.” The colour of your eyes.

“I’m not gonna wear this. People will ask.”

“You don’t have to wear it.”

Kapkan pushes it onto his right ring finger, blinking a little too often. Its neutral grey and simple make suit him perfectly, adorn without being tacky, decorate without drawing too much attention. He needs two minutes to compose himself during which he keeps turning and moving his hand as if to get used to the sight. “Is this an apology?”, Kapkan eventually wants to know.

“Only Sasha, Glaz and Lera will ask. Wedding rings are worn on the left hand almost everywhere else.”

He can’t stop touching it, distractedly explores its surface with his fingertips. “Why this one? Why wooden?”

“Because it’s unusual.” Some of Kapkan’s scorn returns at the word, so Fuze continues speaking: “Your brother married before you and inherited your grandparents’ rings. My family will never approve and so I don’t want any of their tokens. This is made for you and no one else. Not many people have wedding rings made of wood but it’s beautiful nonetheless. It suits you.”

The moment Kapkan understands is the moment Fuze knows without a shadow of a doubt that he will carry this ring to his grave. He might not wear it in public, might not wear it the majority of time but have it on him regardless. It’s a promise, a reassurance, a reminder, and for a moment Kapkan looks so helpless that Fuze is utterly incapable of resisting the urge to lean in and press their lips together.

Again, he should’ve known better. He’s done this only once before, displayed carefully controlled affection in public, in a place where they could be seen and paid the price for it, was starved of caresses and devoted gestures for a while as punishment and vowed never to repeat this mistake – Kapkan neither forgets nor forgives easily.

And yet, when Fuze withdraws, the stormy eyes piercing his skull aren’t furious. Not angry at all.

Kapkan drags him back in and kisses him, properly this time – what they did the previous evening hardly deserved the title, more akin to frenzied feeding instead of a soft slide of lips on lips, but this. This is blissful, warm and gentle.

He’s accepting Fuze’s explanation and acknowledging the fact it’s no apology as well. Fuze will not apologise for the emotions roaring in him whenever he’s basking in Kapkan’s presence.

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They must be emitting a peaceful aura when they return seeing as their entire team once again stares at them, thunderstruck.

Finka, of course, is the first one to notice the grey band on Kapkan’s finger and speak up about it. “What happened to you guys? Did Shuhrat propose?”

The smile on Fuze’s lips seems to be his permanent companion now. “I did not propose, no.” It’s not even a lie.

“You know I’m married to my work”, Kapkan adds dismissively and this, too, isn’t a lie – he is indeed married to a certain part of his work. He’s emphasising his claim with how barren his apartment is every time he invites anyone over, comes across as single-minded and devoted to his work only because he’s scattered his belongings and memorabilia all over Fuze’s flat instead.

“But you guys are good now?”, Glaz clarifies and makes no effort to hide his relief when the two of them nod. “I’m glad. What did you even fight about?”

They exchange a glance and no more is needed for them to be on the same page. “Shuhrat called my favourite shirt ugly”, Kapkan replies drily.

Fuze still can’t stop smiling. “I said it was unusual”, he corrects gently and doesn’t add: and therefore suits you.

And all they earn are more blank stares, a lack of understanding born from the fact they will never know just how long it took both of them to accept themselves. How much of his life Kapkan wasted desperately trying to fit in, be normal, be like everyone else. How terrified he’d been at first, mirroring Fuze’s trepidation, both of them stumbling and stepping on each other’s feet like unskilled dancers too stubborn to quit, how the happiness Kapkan felt whenever he saw Fuze drove him to tears at some point. How he shied away from anything considered abnormal. They won’t know of Fuze’s own struggle, his reluctant acceptance of being other and the journey towards coaxing Kapkan out of his shell so he could share Fuze’s self-approval.

Whenever he declares any part of Kapkan outside of the norm, he earns panic, confusion, and hurt. He’s still self-conscious about his body and unconsciously hides it whenever he can despite Fuze’s best efforts, and so his comment sparked a half-silent argument full of accusing glares and unfinished sentences, the underlying issue never really spoken out loud. Kapkan doesn’t appreciate being reminded of how unusual they are, having found each other in their line of work, whereas Fuze has trouble taking the other man’s insecurities into consideration despite sharing them to a certain point. They kept snapping at each other about the piece of clothing but were really referring to an entirely different subject instead.

Neither of them will tell the other Spetsnaz about any of this. They’re keeping this secret close to their hearts.

“Maybe I should’ve called it special instead”, Fuze admits and hardly registers Tachanka's amused that actually makes it worse because Kapkan knows exactly what he means, and though he plays off the colour on his cheeks as anger while he complains about this new choice of words, Fuze has no doubt ire isn’t the emotion flooding Kapkan’s face with this flattering pink.

An hour later, Kapkan seeks him out under the guise of his phone malfunctioning, asking Fuze to fix it and in the process mentioning his pistol being strangely inaccurate as well. Fuze promises to take a look and suggests assisting him with his newest EDD prototype, to which Kapkan enthusiastically agrees.

He is certain he won’t oversleep the next day.

#rainbow six siege #kapkan #fuze #kapkan/fuze #fanfic #oneshot #commissions #they ended up surprisingly sweet #and I imagine the years helped #the beginning must've been atrocious concerning their communication #I won't get tired of thanking you #especially because of all the kind words you had for me

[defuerza]

character outline.

full name:  candela paola ramos de la fuerza ( shortened ).  titles: señora or doña,  the lowest ranking but oldest form of spaniard nobility.  nicknames: she was once affectionately — and then mockingly — known as ratoncita. she no longer appreciates or allows nicknames. 

flaws.

moody | short-tempered  |  emotionally unstable  |  whiny  |  controlling  |  conceited  | possessive |  paranoid  |  liar  | impatient  |  cowardly  |  bitter  |  selfish  |  power-hungry  | greedy  |  lazy  | judgmental  |  forgetful | impulsive | spiteful  |  stubborn |  sadistic  |  petty  |  unlucky  | absent-minded |  abusive  |  addict  | aggressive  |  childish  |  callous |  clingy  |  delusional  | cocky  |  competitive  |  corrupt  |  cynical  |  cruel  |  depressed | deranged  | egotistical |  envious | insecure | insensitive |  lustful  | delinquent  | guilt complex  |  reclusive  |  reckless  |  nervous  |  oversensitive

strengths.

honest |  trustworthy  |  thoughtful |  caring |  brave |  patient  |  selfless | ambitious  | tolerant  |  lucky  | intelligent  |  confident   |  focused |  humble  |  generous  |  merciful  | observant  |  wise  |  clever |  charming |  cheerful  |  optimistic |  decisive  |  adaptive | calm  |  protective |  proud  |  diligent |  considerate |  compassionate |  good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable  |  resourceful |  sensible  | sincere |  witty  | funny

skills and hobbies.

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REDS ON FIRE Everton 1 Liverpool 4: Mo Salah double helps rampant Reds dominate Merseyside derby and pile on misery for Rafa Benitez

So-called rivals now further apart than the banks of the Mersey.

And if this proves to be Rafa Benitez’ last Everton stand, nobody should be too surprised.

Not since 1982, when Ian Rush netted four, have the Liverpool fans - gleefully and mockingly singing Benitez’ name - enjoyed such a romp on Everton soil.

Four more goals, including two from Mo Salah, three more points for Jurgen Klopp. 

It could, easily, have been far heavier, too, a gulf in class and quality from first minute to last.

Early left foot specials from Jordan Henderson and Salah - the Egyptian curling home the 500th Prem goal of the Klopp era - signalled Liverpool’s utter domination.

Demarai Gray did stride in to plant home a reply, a potential rallying point.

Yet any hopes of a comeback were ended as an Everton corner ended in a catalogue of errors and a simple finish by Salah, for his 19th of the season ALREADY, before Diogo Jota struck the final blow.

Where Liverpool have now scored two or more in their last 18 matches in all competitions, Everton have just two points from their last eight matches.

That is, by any metric, relegation form.

Not what was anticipated by the Goodison faithful, or what they were promised when Benitez was handed the reins.

And while the attention has been on the problems of Rafa the gaffer’s former club Newcastle - where some still pine for his return - the issues closer to home for the Spaniard are becoming very real.

Indeed, despite a brief flurry either side of Gray’s goal, this was another 90-minute example of the scale of the mess Everton are in.

Everton came into the match with their fans in disarray.

They started it with the defence even more out of kilter. And ended it with everybody angry.

Chaos was clear inside the first 60 seconds, with Seamus Coleman blowing his stack at Jordan Pickford for not coming to collect when the skipper was under pressure from Sadio Mane.

Yet that was a symptom of the disease that possessed the entire Everton defence.

Pickford’s guardsmen were absent without leave from the resulting Trent Alexander-Arnold corner, escaping as the untenanted Joel Matip nodded wide.

Seconds later, Andros Townsend was thankful for more wastefulness as he passed straight to Diogo Jota.

The Portuguese, out on the left, delivered four yards out, the goal begging - only for Salah to prod over the gaping target.

Pickford saved smartly down to his right to foil Salah, who had been fed by Mane, but there was nothing the England keeper could do as Henderson’s perfect left-footer found the corner of the net for the opener, following beautiful approach work by Mane and Andy Robertson.

Only nine minutes in - but long overdue, Everton little more than a hapless rabble.

Pickford turned aside Alexander-Arnold’s raking, rising drive, with Townsend’s booking for a dive over Robertson’s leg another self-inflicted wound.

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im playing a game about conquests and civilizations and stuff. im in a spaniard server, so i know for a matter of fact everyone i talk to is a spaniard

the thing is, an event has started and it’s about napoleon. and a guy complained about ppl kissing the butt of a genocidal bastard. and i agreed ofc, and said “it’s bc he’s white, look at columbus and how he is revered”

and this other person says “ofc, that’s why everyone in my town has a hitler portrait in their living rooms” in a mocking tone. so i was tired of that bullshit, and said “dunno about hitler, but it wouldnt be strange to have franco’s portrait, equally a mass murderer, hitler’s friend, and revered in this fucking country, so i bet the people in your town have some of those”. and i had things to do so i didnt say much more but everyone closed their damn mouth bc i had roasted them good

and like, seeing how nazis are super comfortable in our country (and in the world in general), and face zero consequences bc of their actions, i wouldnt DARE to mockingly say that. what a fucking asshole

#(wise words) #fascism m #nazis m #swearing #tbh i only play for fun but most of the ppl playing those games are cishet white guys who reaaaally love imperialism

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Roger Federer Downs Rafael Nadal To Set Up Novak Djokovic Duel For Wimbledon Title

http://tinyurl.com/y3k88u7d Prime seed and four-time winner Djokovic reached his sixth Wimbledon final, and 25th on the majors, with a nervy 6-2, 4-6, 6-3, 6-2 overcome Spain’s 23rd seed Roberto Bautista Agut. Federer is the third oldest man ever to play in a Grand Slam closing after 39-year-old Ken Rosewall featured within the 1974 Wimbledon and US Open finals. Nevertheless, he may have his work minimize out on Sunday if he’s to safe a 21st main title as he trails 15-time Slam winner Djokovic 25-22 in profession conferences. Friday’s semi-final was by no means prone to match the knife-edge theatrics of the 2008 closing though Federer wanted 5 match factors to safe victory. Federer is not going to thoughts together with his win coming only a month after Nadal handed him his worst loss at a Slam in 11 years within the Roland Garros semi-finals. In a good 51-minute opener, Nadal managed to save lots of the one break level within the eighth sport earlier than surrendering the benefit of an early mini-break within the tie-breaker which Federer claimed thanks to 5 factors in a row. The Spaniard lastly carved out the primary break of the semi-final within the fourth sport of the second set, backing it up with a maintain for 4-1. Nadal then broke once more for 5-1 as Federer suffered a sudden and extreme energy outage with the two-time champion comfy levelling the competition. Federer, the oldest semi-finalist in a Grand Slam semi-final since Jimmy Connors on the 1991 US Open, broke Nadal for the primary time within the fourth sport of the third set. He then fought off three break factors for a key 4-1 lead, popping out on high in a 23-shot rally after which a 25-stroke alternate. There was no respite for Nadal, an 18-time Slam winner, who slipped a break down at 2-1 within the fourth. Nadal saved two match factors within the ninth sport and two extra within the 10th however a free return sealed his destiny. Federer completed with 14 aces and 51 winners. Djokovic in sixth closing Djokovic, in the meantime, will likely be wanting so as to add one other Wimbledon title to the Australian and US Open crowns he already holds. “This has been a outstanding event for me and to be in one other closing is a dream come true,” stated the highest seed. “I needed to dig deep, Roberto was taking part in his first semi-final at a Grand Slam and he was probably not overwhelmed. “It was a very shut opening 4 to 5 video games of the third set that would have gone both approach — fortunately it went mine.” Djokovic swept by way of the primary set with breaks within the second and eighth video games. It appeared sure that Djokovic was going to spend so much much less time on courtroom on this semi-final in comparison with 12 months in the past when he wanted 5 units and 5 hours and 15 minutes to beat Nadal. Nevertheless, Bautista Agut, who had already defeated the Serb twice this 12 months, finally settled and broke for 2-1 within the second set. Djokovic fought off two break factors, by way of a 23-shot rally, within the fifth sport. However the 31-year-old Bautista Agut held his nerve to finally degree the semi-final at 6-Four off a fortuitous web wire. Djokovic, more and more irritated by a stressed crowd, broke for 4-2 within the third set and held for 5-2 off the again of a lung-busting 45-shot rally. The set was secured, mockingly off one other web wire which fell this time within the Serb’s favour. Bautista Agut, who had deliberate to be in Ibiza this week for his stag occasion, fought off break factors within the opening sport of the fourth set. However Djokovic was relentless and tightened his grip, breaking twice for a 4-1 lead, and finally claimed victory on a fifth match level. Source link

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Nick Kyrgios launches expletive rant at Queen’s umpire before labelling himself so lazy

Nick Kyrgios repeatedly insulted umpire Fergus Murphy and suggested that line of judges were 'rigging the game' in a petulant display at the Fever Tree Championships.

He received only one warning from a tirade that grounded towards the end of the second set and continued for much of his contest with Spaniard Roberto Carballes Baena, which he eventually won 7-6, 6-3.

But just two matches after he was defaulted in Rome for throwing a chair on the court, Kyrgios's behavior will come again for criticism. He described the officiating as 'a joke', 'a disgrace' and said umpire Murphy was 'terrible at your job'.

Nick Kyrgios exploded at umpire Fergus Murphy during his first-round match at Queen's

Kyrgios got riled up when he thought his opponent double faulted at set point down

After all that is due to play again on Thursday in the second round in a jammed-up schedule due to the rain a t Queen's Club. That match, against Canadian phenom Felix Auger-Aliassime, could prove difficult given his preparation, as he said to himself towards the end of the match: 'So lazy, do something, so lazy you are. You were playing FIFA until 3am what do you expect? '

As often seems to be the case with the world No. 39, his attention was wandering. In the first set, instead of sitting down at a changeover he stood on his tip to look over the fence and watch an adjacent match.

The ranting and raving ground when Carballes Baena served what Kyrgios thought should have been called as a double fault at set point down.

"Bro you are taking the f ****** p *** mate," Kyrgios exploded at umpire Murphy. "The ball was this far out, no joke. What are you doing? It's so far long. Bro, it's taking the piss. I refuse to play. "

Murphy responded with a code violation for unsportsmanlike conduct but Kyrgios redoubled his attack, including a bizarre reference to the Irishman's headwear.

The outspoken Australian suggested that line judges were 'rigging the game' on Thursday

'It couldn't have been further out. What are you doing ?, "he said. "Jesus. Was that not out, the second serve? It's a joke, man. It's a serious joke. Like your hat looks ridiculous, too. It's not even sunny. "

Kyrgios was straying into dangerous territory here when he appeared to accuse the line of judges or bias.

" The ball was this far out on the second serve, "he said. "I'm going. I'm not going to give 100 per cent when I've got linesman rigging the game, I don't want to play. "

" Be careful, Nick, be careful what you're saying, " responded Murphy.

"I'm not talking to you. Don't talk to me. They're taking the p ***. You wonder why I don't try half the time. Literally the set had finished, he double faulted. Why am I playing at 5-5. Absolute joke. "

He added at the changeover:" You're terrible at your job so I don't want to talk to you about it. "

24-year-old Kyrgios watches an adjacent match instead of sitting down at a changeover

Kyrgios ended up beating Spaniard Roberto Carballes Baena 7-6, 6- 3 on Thur sday

"If I get more bad calls I'm not playing," he said to his team who were sat courtside. 'No joke. I'm not kidding. "

" You're doing it on purpose, "he said to one line judge. There followed the unedifying spectacle of Kyrgios mockingly and sarcastically applauding the judges for the most basic calls, urgent them to get ready and 'cover your lines'.

After finally winning the first set 7-4 in the tiebreak, Kyrgios said: "Wow. Wow. Wow. I'll win it twice, three times, four, five, whatever you want. "

Called Ali Nili for the tournament supervisor and spoke to him at 2-1 in the second set. "Twenty people about there are saying it was way out," he said, referring to the crowd. 'Go and ask them yourself. They're not going to lie to you, they've got no reason to. "

Kyrgios may well face disciplinary action about his behavior. At 24 he can be considered an enfant terrible. If anything, his behavior appears to be getting more erratic with age.

Kyrgios may yet face disciplinary action about his behavior during the first-round match

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‘It was a nice idea, but …’ Europeans on what went wrong with the EU

On its 60th birthday, people from Sweden to Bulgaria with doubts about the EU speak their mind about whether the project is worth pursuing

A triple-A rating is more important than solidarity. Were digging our own grave

Constanze Clever. Photograph: Sddeutsche Zeitung

A few months ago, I was chatting with my husbands work colleague in a beer garden. It was about eastern Europe and the question of why those countries take so few refugees. The colleague came from Poland. He was of the view that in Europe we should first and foremost look after ourselves.

In particular, he didnt want Muslims to be allowed in. According to him, they are a threat to the Christian identity of Europe.

So of course we clashed about this Im a fan of open borders, and I find it unbelievable when people oppose open borders while personally benefiting from them. To be able to move freely is a basic right, and the essence of Europe.

In the conversation, it became clear to me: we are both Europeans, but we come from different worlds. For us in Germany, things have gone well materially in the past 10 years. In Poland, things are different. That is why it is important that we reduce the imbalance.

But were not doing that. Why must Greece pay such high interest rates on the capital market? Rich Germany pays virtually nothing. We Europeans are under the thumb of financial markets. A triple-A rating is more important than solidarity. So were digging our own grave. Unless justice quickly assumes precedence over the economy again, we wont have the EU much longer. That would be a nightmare.

Constanze Clever, 33, hairdresser, Germany

I hate the ever encroaching political union its a vanity project

Gerard Richardson. Photograph: Gerard Richardson

I dont think Europe as a group of countries has ever really been able to unite. Cultures, opinions, approaches to everything, from business to foreign relations, are so diverse.

Trade, on the other hand now thats a really good harmoniser. People can agree on that far, far more easily. So I liked the idea after the war of uniting around trade. It didnt have to be complicated, and at first it wasnt. But then we started down the road to political union.

Thats what I hate: ever encroaching political union. Europe has become a vanity exercise for politicians with too much ambition. The euro was vanity, not based on economic reality. Im not an isolationist, far from it, but I really, honestly do not believe good government can ever come from too large and diverse a group of politicians.

Look at the hopelessly divided approach to problems like Greece, or the migrant crisis. Its a disaster. The EU cant even agree on where to host its own parliament.

There are good parts: free movement, thats obviously a benefit. But its all so badly managed. And I dont believe the EU has prevented war; Nato did that. If they turned the clock back to the EEC being just a free market alone, then I would be more than happy to stay engaged. They should take the politics out of Europe. It worked as a trading bloc, but not as this.

Gerard Richardson, 55, fine wine merchant and coffee roaster, UK

It sows a mentality that theres always money but billions have disappeared

Graca Ramos. Photograph: Sddeutsche Zeitung

First of all, the EU has been a great thing for both my countries, Portugal and Spain. The other European countries brought us back to life (after decades of dictatorship). Thats why the vast majority of Spaniards and Portuguese tend to be pro-European. Europe has pumped a lot of money into our countries.

On the one hand the EU has brought positive economic developments, on the other hand there have been negative consequences. It sows a mentality that there is always money. We have lost sight of what it is to save. People havent been watching closely enough where all these billions have gone. The economies of both countries have slumped because there hasnt been effective control over the way this money has been spent.

As a Portuguese woman Im worried about a two speed Europe . Does that mean the small countries will be put aside and suspended? We feel as a small country both protected and accepted within the EU and I hope that that doesnt change. The Eurosceptic voices in other countries worry me a lot. We must all ask ourselves what we have done wrong.

Graa Ramos, 40, theatre administrator, Spain

Nations have no rights. The EU took over everything

Jozsefne Varadi. Photograph: La Stampa

The nations have no rights. The EU completely took over and everything has to happen here as they wish.

But the EU has a lot of advantages too. We entered to EU so we have to accept a lot of things, I admit, but they should give more independence to nations.

Every time the government wants to decrease utility costs or taxes, or create more workplaces to let us breathe a little bit easier, they have a problem with it. Im with the nation with all my heart. I do everything. I help campaign. Im a member of the Fidesz party since its foundation. I consider this government good and fair. Our prime minister needs a lot of bravery to stand up like this for the nation.

Did you see what happened here during the prime ministers speech? Did you see the people whistling? They think this is not a democracy, but if I had done the same when Ferenc Gyurcsany was prime minister, if I had used my whistle, they would have shot me.

Jozsefne Varadi, 87, pensioner, Hungary

Erasmus, the euro, are just sweets with a bitter aftertaste

Luca Carabetta. Photograph: Luca Carabetta/La Stampa

They draw lines on a map, take decisions from on high, and then, if they dont work, they use every economic excuse possible to justify them as necessary to maintain the unity and progress.

I am an energy engineer, a young entrepreneur from the Erasmus generation. I was born when Italy joined Schengen, in 1990, and you could leave your passport in the drawer to travel with family, or later to see friends in France, Germany, Denmark. Yet my Euroscepticism began when I was young, in my town of ButtiglieraAlta, near Turin. I saw the No-Tav movement (against high speed rail) grow in my valley, the Susa valley, I started studying and concluded that the projects tied to the European corridors were conceived in an office in Brussels, far away from local communities and their needs.

I believe Europe is an extreme concession of sovereignty, which flattens diversity and national identities built throughout history. I do not agree with the economic homogeneity that binds the EU together. Does that seem strange from a young person with foreign friends? Absolutely not. Beppe Grillos Five Star Movement has shown me a clear path for what I always thought, and thats why I vote for it.

In these years, Brussels has not been able to create a common welfare system, no citizens feel like Europe is closer, notwithstanding the sharing of pseudo-values and the currency. Erasmus, the euro, are sweets with a bitter aftertaste. Unitary economics, so far, has penalised us. Unitary politics, for me, does not represent us, the citizens.

Luca Carabetta, 27, tech CEO, Italy

Europe was a nice idea, but globalist politics and the euro have killed us

Luc Defrance. Photograph: Cyril Bitton

Im a wheat farmer from northern France. Thats to say Im one of those people said to be very rich, living off subsidies, smoking a big cigar. In reality, I started work at 16, have worked like a dog for 50 years and am now ruined. I realised we were finished so I sold my operation last June.

Europe was a nice idea, but its the globalist politics that has killed us that and the euro. In the rest of the world, other countries can devalue their currency and become competitive. With the euro, we are trapped. Marine Le Pen is right we should get out of it.

Europe is just all restrictions and rules. You have to keep records on crop treatments and be careful about employment rules. You are bothered on all fronts. And the slightest mistake could cost you 10,000 in CAP aid, and thats a catastrophe.

In any case, theyre reducing the aid. In 2010, I got 100,000 in basic grants; last year it was 52,000, and soon there wont be any more. Doing a job that depend on grants is not healthy. Europe would do better to create a safety net and fix prices rather than grants.

Luc Defrance, 66, farmer, France

Many Dutch people feel powerless and angry. It is time to rediscover our identity

Joost Niemller. Photograph: Katrien Mulder

As well as books I write a blog called De Nieuwe Realist (the new realist). Europe is a land endowed with a rich civilisation. It works because it is based on the nation states, and yet its goal is to dismantle nation states, which would signify the end of European democracy. That is why many Dutch people, possibly even a majority, would like to leave the EU.

People want to take back control and decide their own future. Mass immigration is a serious problem. Many Dutch people feel powerless and angry. It is time for the Netherlands to rediscover its identity.

Joost Niemller, 60, writer, the Netherlands

The Eurosceptics in my family are happy that Russia is stepping up strongly

Rozalina Laskova. Photograph: Zdravko Yonchev/Sddeutsche Zeitung

I cant imagine Europe without the EU and am in favour of more integration. But I sometimes forget that other Bulgarians do not think like that. I have Eurosceptics in my own family, like my mother and aunt, who are bigger supporters of Russian culture, like a lot of Bulgarians. They see and read the same Bulgarian media which speak of the supposed all-encompassing manipulation of our country by Brussels and Washington. My aunt Maria asked me mockingly whether I also get money from the Americans. They are happy that Russia is stepping up so strongly.

Rozalina Laskova, 34, cultural adviser, Bulgaria

I would like to do a Swexit just like in the UK

Andreas berg Photograph: Andreas berg

The EU started as something different. In the beginning it was a good thing, a peacekeeping operation. But it has grown into something else: a massive, undemocratic monster, lots of people doing nothing to benefit the voters in their respective countries.

It seems to me more than half of the laws in Sweden are not decided by the Swedish government but by the EU. We vote for the government but if it doesnt have the majority of the power, how can that be democratic?

We choose representatives for the EU parliament, but I dont believe thats democratic either the ones who really affect what happens are not democratically elected. I havent read all the EU laws, only some of them, and some may benefit Sweden but many dont.

I work in the construction industry and we have seen a shift towards what they have in the UK, where people from the poorer countries come to work for you, and they do it for lower wages.

The main problem with the EU is that it incorporates loads of countries, and they are so vastly different in every way: welfare, economics, everything. To correct this the EU will have to make the richer countries poorer. So I would like to do a Swexit have a referendum like in the UK, and leave.

Andreas berg, 52, construction worker, Sweden

Stories collected by the Guardians Jon Henley and David Crouch in Gothenberg, and correspondents for the Europa group of newspapers: Thomas Urban in Madrid, Sebastian Jannasch in Brussels, Christian Gschwendtner in Munich, Lucie Soullier and Jean-Pierre Stroobants

Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/10/20/it-was-a-nice-idea-but-europeans-on-what-went-wrong-with-the-eu/

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Former Chelsea and Arsenal star Cesc Fabregas trolls Tottenham after Champions League defeat

& # 39; I won more from a studio than you & # 39 ;: former Chelsea and Arsenal star Cesc Fabregas, formerly Chelsea and Arsenal, targeted Tottenham online

I placed a photo of him with the European League trophy won by Blues

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Published: 00:27 BST, 3 June 2019 | Cesc Fabregas mockingly Tottenham fans after the disappointment of their Champions League report against Liverpool .

The former Chelsea and Arsenal The man never misses an opportunity to rub it on social media.

He shared a picture of himself with the Europa League trophy, which contributed to winning this season with the Blues before moving to Monaco in January. Cesc Fabregas won the Europa League because he played his role with Chelsea earlier this season "

] Cesc Fabregas won the Europa League because he played with Chelsea earlier this season"

Cesc Fabregas won the Europa League because he previously played his role with Chelsea in the season

And the Spaniard wrote: & # 39; Eventually I won myself more from a studio than you. & # 39; I deleted the tweet.

Whether the 32-year-old's message was a bit fun or a classless jibe, it probably depends on which team you support.

But there is no doubt about Fabregas' anti-Tottenham feelings after playing for two of their fiercest rivals. Harry Kane and Co failed Liverpool and ended the season without a trophy "

<img id =" i-afc4988f3859fc5c "src =" https://i.dailymail.co. uk / 1s / 2019/06/03/00 / 14278834-0-image-a-25_1559517032201.jpg "height =" 423 "width =" 634 "alt =" Harry Kane and Co were short of Liverpool and closed the season without a trophy "

Harry Kane and Co fell short against Liverpool and ended the season without a trophy

Liverpool defeated Spurs 2-0 in the flagship of the Champions League and the midfielder chose to cut the knife in.

He responded to Spurs legend Graham Roberts on Twitter who had criticized him earlier in the season for lack of playing time in Monaco.

Fabregas responded by saying he did not think Spurs would win a trophy this year and followed this with Sunday's accusation there winning more silverware this year despite the fact that he had a duty for the final of the Europa League between his old clubs.

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The Spurs players were destroyed on Saturday evening and Fabregas

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