#at Declan I mean 😂

[canirove]

#he said he crossed paths with Rodri at Ushuaia... #Declan when are you taking ME to Ushuaia? 😭 I promise I won't call Rodri annoying if we see him again #also that last gif is how I look at him #at Declan I mean 😂 #declan rice #arsenal #arsenal fc

[clotpolesonly]

Six Of One

welcome to another episode of "Jess projects her experiences onto fictional characters" 😂 it's been a little while! (i strongly suspect that this experience of mine is the 'tism somehow, hence me subjecting my autistic king Declan to it) anyway, the title is a truncation of the phrase "six of one, half dozen of another" which means that two options are equal in value and, thus, it doesn't actually matter which you choose. one is as good as the other. | Jordeclan | Gen | 2.3k | Established Relationship | Verbal Shutdown | Accommodations | Fluff | (also on AO3)

The new studio space was spacious, well-lit, and blissfully free of vegetable-esque breasts. This one also had an elevator instead of three flights of stairs, thank God. Declan stepped out of it and into the familiar scent of turpentine and canvas, strong even though all the doors along the hallway were currently closed. A small, private smile tugged at his lips, despite his mood.

Perhaps it wasn’t right to call it a mood. By all accounts, Declan felt fine. His day had gone well so far, with a number of business transactions handled smoothly and efficiently, a phone number attained for a frustratingly difficult to track down associate-of-an-associate-of-an-associate, and several texts exchanged with Ronan with hardly any insults involved. It was breezy outside with just a hint of chill in the air signaling the incoming cold snap. The barista at the café had called him Derek again, but she’d finally gotten his coffee order just right. Matthew had only been five minutes late to soccer practice instead of his usual ten.

Declan had had far more stressful days than this one—he could practically see the look Ronan would give him for the sheer magnitude of that understatement—and yet he couldn’t help the tightness in his shoulders as he let himself into the studio.

Jordan was at her easel, engrossed in whatever she was working on today. Music spilled from her laptop, as it often did when she painted, and her voluminous cloud of curls jounced with every enthusiastic bop of her head. The baggy jean overalls she’d taken to wearing had been released from her shoulders, straps instead tied haphazardly around her waist to leave her in a mildly paint-splattered sports bra instead. She was barefoot.

Some of Declan’s tension eased.

The Artist Unbound, oil on canvas, he thought. Or perhaps pastels, to capture the soft haziness of the feeling that grew in his chest to see her like this. Not for the first time, he considered taking Jordan up on her offer to teach him how to actually make art himself, instead of only appreciating others’. It was always said with a teasing lilt, but she meant it. Every time, she meant it.

It wasn’t until one track flipped over to another less to Jordan’s liking that she noticed his presence. She immediately rerouted from the laptop to dance her way across the room, smiling, until she was close enough to kiss him.

“About time, Pozzi,” she said, arms sliding around Declan’s waist. “I was beginning to think you’d fallen down a manhole or slipped through a sewer grate or something equally cartoonish and ridiculous. Not because I thought it likely—I mean, let’s be honest, if anyone is going to fall prey to cartoon physics in this, the real world, it would definitely be Ronan—but I’ll admit, I did get a certain amount of schadenfreude from the mental image. Hope you don’t mind, love you lots, anyway, what took you so long? Did Matthew lose a fight with his cleats again?”

Declan opened his mouth to tell her about the Masshole who cut him off right when he needed to change lanes to catch his exit. He was going to tell her about the lady’s flowery “Choose Kindness” bumper sticker and make a quip about irony. “If only I could be that lacking in self-awareness,” he planned to say, “it’s probably so much easier to live that way.”

He didn’t say any of it. He thought it. He thought it clearly and fluently, all the words lined up and ready to go. Then he opened his mouth and nothing came out.

His shoulders inched back up toward his ears. Jordan’s fingers dug into his back, no doubt feeling the tension creep in there as well, and she pulled back a bit to look at him.

“Alright, bruv?”

Declan closed his mouth. He nodded. It both was and was not the truth.

Jordan tilted her head to the side, lips pursing. She didn’t look concerned, which Declan appreciated, but the scrutiny brought more color to his cheeks than he would’ve liked.

Tone light and easy, she said, “Hand-Cat got your tongue with its weird little hands?”

That mental image, every bit as cartoonish as Ronan falling down a manhole and twice as disturbing, yanked a laugh out of him. Jordan’s smile was smug, like it always was when she managed to make Declan laugh in a way that would embarrass him if he’d done it in public, but she was still watching him carefully. Looking for clues, maybe, or for an explanation.

Declan wanted to tell her, It’s fine.

He wanted to tell her, You don’t need to worry, it’s only that my mouth has spontaneously developed a dysfunction where it refuses to produce sound.

He wanted to tell her, This happens sometimes. No, I don’t know why.

He wanted to tell her, All the words are still in here, I just can’t seem to get them out.

Instead, he fished his phone out of his pocket. He opened up their text thread and typed out a message, turning it around for her to read instead of sending it.

[Do you mind if I talk like this?]

Jordan had to pull back further to squint at the small screen, tightening her grip on his waist to keep from tipping over backwards. A crease appeared between her eyebrows, lips pursing again. Her eyes darted to his face for a mere second, assessing, and then her face cleared. She shrugged expansively.

“Doesn’t make any difference to me, Pozzi. Words in air, words on a screen—six of one, if you know what I mean. Call it a baker’s dozen if you throw in emojis. Did Matthew teach you about those yet? The silly little pictures the kids are using these days?”

Declan rolled his eyes. He typed out another message.

[I’m acquainted with the concept of emojis, yes. I didn’t even need Matthew’s tutelage in them.]

He included a little old man emoji to punctuate the statement. It might have been the first time he had ever actually utilized an emoji in a text message, but Jordan didn’t need to know that. It made her laugh, anyway, which was the important thing.

She stepped back out of their embrace, her hands taking a brief detour to squeeze his ass before letting him go completely, and dug her own phone out of one of her overall pockets. She held it up with a jaunty little shake.

“Mind if I respond out loud?” she asked, walking backwards in the direction of her half-finished painting. “Only, this shit’s messy, and touchscreens and fingerpainting don’t get along very well. Though I suppose I could make something avant garde out of it. Statement about the sanitization of the internet and corporate whatever-you-like killing the creative spirit and whatnot. You’d have to buy me a new phone after, if I sacrificed this one to the art gods, but I know you’re good for it.”

[You can talk normally.]

Declan sent this text, since Jordan had retreated too far to read it from his screen. She checked the message and nodded. Then she spent a minute fiddling with her phone, humming along to the laptop’s next selection. She propped it up on the edge of her easel, far enough away from the canvas to not be in danger of getting splattered, with an air of triumph.

“Futzed with the settings,” she explained. “So it won’t time out and turn off as fast and I won’t have to keep trying to unlock it with messy fingers. If you say something and I don’t notice for too long, whistle or some shit.”

Declan watched as she picked up her abandoned brush, loaded it with paint, and set about her work without further ado. It took him a moment to recalibrate. He wasn’t certain exactly what reaction he’d expected, but an absence of questions, comments, or concerns apparently had not been it. Eventually, he shucked off his jacket and took up his usual position on the couch, angled just so to have the best view of Jordan herself and also a glimpse of her piece as it came together under her deft hand.

Normally, this was the part of the evening when Declan would talk. Well, he spent a lot of every day talking, but this was when he would actually say things. Things that mattered to him, stories he wanted to tell, jokes too inappropriate to make in a business setting, anecdotes no one else in his life would’ve cared to hear but Jordan always did. Now, he turned his phone over in his hand a few times before typing out, [Missed my exit. Some Masshole with a “choose kindness” bumper sticker cut me off in traffic, if you can believe that.]

Jordan’s phone buzzed with the incoming text. He watched as she finished a careful stroke of the brush before glancing down at the screen, still lit up. She snorted.

“Choose kindness? The irony’s killing me, mate. D’you think she takes selfies sipping $18 frappuccinos and captions them with Love Is Love and #positivity?”

[Almost certainly.] He added a peace sign emoji. It made Jordan laugh. [But Matthew was very nearly on time today, I’ll have you know.]

Jordan’s gasp was theatrical. “Really? He does learn!”

[Miracle of miracles. He didn’t even bitch when I said we didn’t have time to stop for McDonald’s. Truly, a day of firsts.]

Part of Declan thought that maybe Matthew had chosen to let it go on purpose—one of those rare moments of perceptiveness that were growing less rare with time, now that Matthew was making an effort toward, as he put it, “learning how to think better”. On the way to soccer practice had been when Declan’s mouth had started to betray him. He’d had to think “Matthew, put your seatbelt on” six times before he’d managed to actually communicate it audibly. The McDonald’s question had been met with a curt “no time for that”, forced out with far more effort than made any kind of sense for four very simple words that Declan said on a regular basis. By the time they’d reached the school, it had been a true struggle to muster up a goodbye, and once he had, he’d known there would be no more verbalizing tonight.

Matthew hadn’t seemed upset or like he thought Declan was mad at him, which was a relief because he wasn’t. There had been nothing wrong. Declan wasn’t even anxious about anything, beyond his general baseline. He’d thought plenty of perfectly amiable thoughts in Matthew’s direction on that trip. He’d told himself to say them instead, over and over. The rest of him just hadn’t cooperated.

He wondered now if, had he not been driving, Matthew would have minded him texting instead. Matthew wasn’t text-phobic like Ronan. He probably would’ve been over the moon about the opportunity to introduce emoji usage into their conversations, regardless of whatever malfunction of Declan’s speech capabilities had provided it.

Jordan certainly didn’t seem to mind. She chatted away the same way she always did, with only a slight delay when her eyes were too busy to spare. Text wasn’t a particularly expressive medium for conveying tone, but she knew him well enough to infer when he was being wry. She did send him an amused look for how long it took him to type out several paragraphs’ worth of commentary on the Henry Wallis wannabe from down the hall, but she put down her brush to read it all eagerly enough that he didn’t feel judged for it.

Despite the alteration to their routine, it felt just the same as it always did.

Declan wanted to tell her, I love you.

Instead, he texted, [You’re really not going to ask, are you?]

He’d been quiet—so to speak—for long enough that Jordan had to double-tap at her screen with the back of her cleanest knuckle to access the notification. She didn’t need clarification or context. She just wiped some carmine paint onto the thigh of her overalls and said, “Is it something that needs asking about?”

Declan turned that question over in his head. He would have asked, if he’d been in her position. He’d been asking himself for hours. Hell, he’d been asking himself for years, what this was and why it happened and why he couldn’t just spit it out when he got like this. He’d yet to find an answer or a solution.

But Jordan hadn’t needed one. All she’d needed was a way to keep hearing him.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

He couldn’t say it right now, but he could wrap his arms around Jordan’s waist and press a kiss to her shoulder. She set down her brush in favor of reaching up to bury her fingers in his curls, cupping the back of his head to keep him close. She was undoubtedly getting in his hair. He decided that he didn’t care very much. They stayed like that for most of a song, swaying gently, Jordan humming along contentedly despite this particular track not being of a genre that easily lent itself to humming.

On the easel, Jordan’s phone screen dimmed, sleep mode impending. Declan picked it up before it could go fully dark. He typed in a text and held it up for Jordan to see.

[Thank you.]

Jordan wiggled around to face him properly, settling her arms around his neck and somehow managing to trap the phone between their chests. She kissed him, sweet and slow.

“Anytime, Pozzi,” she murmured against his lips. “Six of one, know what I mean?”

Declan thought, I’m starting to.

#Jordeclan #Declan Lynch #Jordan #TRC #TDT #fics by me #autistic!Declan #which is not said explicitly IN the fic so i didn't tag it on AO3 #but it's true in my heart and is part of my projecting LMAO so i'm tagging it that way here for my sake XD

[leonsliga]

hi! if you were to say which english football player are lgbt who would you say? this is coming from a bi girl so no hate just wondering!! my money's on mason mount, reece james (maybe WITH mason mount) and jack grealish

Hi anon! Thanks sm for asking me 💗 hmm…this is a tough one, as I haven’t really subjected the English footballers to my gaydar all that much (which is kinda surprising, given how much time I devote to finding the fruity in footy), but I like a challenge! I definitely agree with you about Mason Mount and Jack Grealish (Jack oozes bi energy imo, so I don’t think he was ever in doubt 🤷‍♀️). I’ll be honest: I’d never thought about Mason Mount and Reece James together (usually when I think of Mason Mount with anyone, my first thought is Declan Rice 😂), but after consulting the evidence, they really kind of work? I’m picking up a ✨vibe✨. I like the way you think! As for the other English players, Jude Bellingham might actually be the least straight Englishman of the bunch imo. At the very least, he came down with a serious case of gay panic at the 2022 World Cup. I present to you exhibit A, which you may or may not have already seen:

I’ve always kinda thought Marcus Rashford and Jesse Lingard had something going on as well, something beyond just friendship. They banter and bicker like an old married couple and I love it 😂 idk, there’s a little spark. I see it in the way they look at each other (especially Jesse, who always looks at Marcus like he makes the world turn). I see it in the way that whenever they’ve played on the same team, Jesse would always be the first to step in and defend Marcus and Marcus would do the same for him.

Here’s some of my favorite moments of them:

Oh, the sweet relief of being in Rashy’s arms

Just two bros resting against each other or whatever

Because there’s no injury a little head pat/head rub combo from Beans won’t solve

The best way to tell if two people are in love? It’s all in the eyes 😍

“Maybe if I share my earbud with him, I’ll have a subtle excuse to touch him in front of millions of people.”

“No babe, they’re not worth it!” *grabs titty*

And obviously I’d be remiss if I didn’t include two crucial pieces of Jarcus heritage…I’m sure you guessed it: the classic “Ney, sunny innit?”, and its equally chaotic sequel, “Ney, freezin’ innit?”. I mean, what kind of person would forget about a saga like that?

I guess this kinda devolved into a Jarcus tangent, anon…oops 🤣 long story short, I’m sure there’s some English footballers I’m missing, so if there’s anyone you feel should have made this list, let me know (that goes for any of you reading this too 😁)! And you don’t have to agree with me either, these are just my thoughts on the matter :)

#anon 💖 #football asks #jack grealish #mason mount #declan rice #reece james #jude bellingham #marcus rashford #jesse lingard #jarcus

[kelliealtogether]

I finished greywaren and I feel like a hole has opened in my chest. Does it get better? How are you coping? what's your favorite moment in the book? Did you love it? Was it satisfying for you?

I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around it all being over for good so I can't tell yet for sure. I think I loved it (though I do wish some things were expanded) but I'm mostly just in a place where I can't get past the fact that it's over and I'm stuck trying to figure a way out so I can get to processing how I felt about the book. Anyway hope you're living your best post-Greywaren life and having none of the sadness sending good vibes ✨✨

Hi Anon,

It does get better, I promise! There are already plenty of fics that will fill the hole in your chest with post-canon Pynch content. I'm coping surprisingly well for it being the end of new stuff from Maggie in this universe! I think the news about the graphic novels has certainly helped, but oof, 2025 is a long way away.

It's hard for me to pick a favorite moment in the book! The Matthew and Bryde moments were a riot, and of course the Pynch moments were lovely (Adam bringing Chainsaw to Ronan 🥺🥺🥺), but I think, if pressed, my favorite moment would be Declan unleashing absolute hell at the Fairy Market. That was just *chef's kiss*. I loved that journey for him. Matthew punching Declan was also superb. These favorite scenes are subject to change upon re-read. 😂

Did I love the book...

I liked it. I think it was a satisfying end to the story. I think we got the happy ending we all expected, however, I didn't get the emotional satisfaction I thought I would. For being a story about the Lynch brothers, they were hardly on page together and there was no on-page resolution to all the conflicts between them. I thought there were scenes that were written in kind of a "cop out" way, like Adam and Ronan reconciling in the ether (I liked the scene, but it just kind of glazed everything over. There was "resolution" and "reconciliation", but not resolution and reconciliation, if you know what I mean. They just kind of wordlessly made up and that was that, and I was hoping for more than ethereal beings talking by not talking). The whole Bryde storyline just kind of fizzled out, too? After two books of Ronan dreamt this cult leader that led him to commit ecoterrorism and cause billions and billions of dollars worth of damage, it was just like 🤷‍♀️. I was left with way more questions than I had after finishing The Raven King, that's for sure.

So I don't know.

Don't get me wrong. I devoured Greywaren. I love this universe. But with Greywaren, I could feel that Maggie was done with it, and I'm just a little disappointed we didn't get more meat in the book. It could have used another 75-100 pages. I also didn't feel a lot of heart in it. I know she had a steep hill to climb, and that she was never going to please everyone, but I just expected a little bit more.

There's still a lot I'm trying to wrap my head around, too! So many things I'm trying to connect and understand! I constantly listen to the audiobooks and I'm back on The Raven King, so I'll hit the Dreamer Trilogy shortly. It'll be interesting to listen again knowing all that we know from Greywaren.

Sending you good vibes, too, anon! Go live your best post-Greywaren life. There will always be fics to fill in the gaps. 😌

#greywaren spoilers #fic recs #greywaren #the dreamer trilogy

[masons-tours]

Especially when he has had quite a few beverages. 😂🤣

I feel like he’d be great fun on a night out. My dream would be to party with Mase and Dec

OMG Yes. The amount of good content we have gotten from Party Mason is (this is where a chefs kiss emoji would go)

Mason and his tequila, Yes please I would be down, tequila makes me throw up but I would be down 😂🤣

You mean Declan “I’ve never had a pint of beer” Rice. He was clever with his words on that only mentioned Beer nothing else because clearly he has had other beverages. 😂🤣

#anon #added video because I know people will ask 😂🤣

[crazy-loca-blog]

This morning's adventure (in case you missed it, I woke up and an hour later I was attending a wedding) got me thinking about how much PB robbed us in that Vegas chapter. And I don't necessarily mean it in terms that Ethan wasn't there (he should have been there, though), but because after we caught the bad guys, all the writers could think about as a closure for those Vegas trip scenes was dancing and s*x?

I mean, come on! It would have been so fun to find out that one of the girls in the bachelorette party in Book 1 was having a Vegas wedding (or to see our MC getting too drunk and ending up having their own pretend wedding). Or to see one of our friends earning a lot of money (Sienna or Aurora would have been hilarious! 😂). Or to have the gang going from club to club and having drinks in the strip because they're just residents and can't afford luxury. Or even having a shopping spree the next morning! I don't know! Having their own "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" besides a 30 diamond scene would have been great! Now everything that happened after we saw Declan for the last time seems so lame! 😂

#and don't even make me start on how they robbed us a chance to see Declan's trial #we deserved it #it was our sweet revenge after all #not even going to try to tag this because every time I write one of these posts someone complains

[canirove]

Italy Vs. England | UEFA Euro 2024 qualifiers | 23.03.2023

📸 by Franco Romano/NurPhoto via Getty Images

#in Spain we have this expression that says te comía la cara and that literally means I want to eat your face and that's me with this photo #it means I love you but I also use it to say that I would kiss him with passion 😂😂😂 #another option is te comía el morro which translates as I want to eat your mouth though morro is how you call an animal's mouth #Spanish lesson with Vero finished for today 😂😂😂 #declan rice #england nt #England national team

[clotpolesonly]

Can i be predicable and ask about pynch caroling wip??

something i started on an absolute WHIM on christmas night and then immediately ran out of steam on akldfjg, like i literally left off in the middle of a SENTENCE

but the concept is that the Lynches used to always go caroling with a group from St Agnes, and Matthew insists they do it again this year, so Ronan drags Adam along as a buffer. soft Pynch, and brothers re-bonding against their will, and digging up Cathartic Feelings from childhood, and me getting to project my musical woes upon my blorbos cuz obviously they would have all the same complaints against their fellow carolers as i would XD

the excerpt:

On December 20th, Mrs. Ramirez had asked Adam in a cheerfully wheedling tone if he could be convinced to join the St Agnes carolers when they made their rounds that weekend. Adam had responded with a polite but—he hoped—firm “I believe it would be in everybody’s best interest if I didn’t.” He had hoped that would be the last of it. It probably would have been, if Adam hadn’t made the grave mistake of getting home from his factory shift on the 23rd just as the carolers were gathering on the front steps of the church. There, on the bottom step, was Ronan Lynch, a black hole of leather and combat boots in the midst of tacky Christmas sweaters and brightly colored scarves. Matthew Lynch’s sweater was the tackiest of them all—a garishly yellow number covered in little green and red angels with trumpets—and Declan Lynch’s scarf, while muted compared to the rest in attendance, was certainly more color than Adam had ever seen on his person.

......and by "excerpt" i mean "the whole thing" cuz that's literally as much as i got written 😂 plus a bonus!! from my phone notes app:

Ronan: "ok, WHO took over the choir when Myrtle left and how much trouble would i get in if i hunted them for sport?"

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ask me about my wips!

#and the answer is #werewolffeelings #Pynch #TRC #fics by me

[lizpaige]

I'm fascinated by the thought of Ronan and the new Fenian, and I'm the one voting for that option in all your polls (in case you wondered)🙈😂 So if you could tell me just a little about that fic, I'd love it! Thank you!😘

omg ty!! i answered another ask on this with my rant about the end of greywaren and why we needed more conflict BUT i will give you a lil WIP snippet. context: Ronan and Adam visit Opal in Lindenmere to get away from the Barns for an afternoon. Sleepy Adam is snoozing against a tree.

..

“You’re quieter,” Opal said, placing a dandelion in Adam’s lap as he continued to doze. She sat in front of Ronan and took his hand, tracing the lines of his palm.

“What does that mean?”

“Quiescis.” You rest.

“Uh, no, Adam rests,” Ronan said dryly. Opal rolled her eyes.

“No, you.”

Like most of his conversations with Opal, he didn’t understand. But there was a solemness to her now, one that saw him as he was. “Did you always know what I was? Or what I am?”

Opal looked at him with her wide blue eyes, moss and leaves and other foliage woven through her messy blond hair. She nodded once, very seriously, then said, “you always knew, too.”

“I didn’t,” he disagreed.

“You must’ve!” she protested, inching forward. She pressed her small hand over his heart. “How could I know it if you didn’t?”

Ronan caught sight of Adam’s old watch still fastened around her wrist. Chainsaw dipped down from the tree above, hopping through the dirt to perch beside them. She adopted the same look as Opal, head cocked to one side, studying him.

“I hate when you both do that,” he grumbled. “It’s creepy.”

Opal waved her arms at Chainsaw who squawked back in defiance. Ronan hushed them, glancing at Adam, who of course didn’t even move. He could sleep anywhere.

“You have questions,” Opal said confidently, standing up and piling up some long grass and moss beside Adam.

“No I don’t.”

“You can’t lie,” she said. Not don’t or won’t, but can’t like he was unable to. She sat on her knees beside Adam and began to weave bits of the foliage through his hair to match hers. He slept on. Ronan allowed it.

Did he have questions? He felt at peace knowing what he was, an explanation that was enough for him. He met other dreamers, knew there was a whole world of them out there. He now had the ability to travel the world, not tied to any ley line, now with his sweetmetal tattoo. He had his brothers back in his life and despite still wanting to argue with Declan and Ronan’s lying to Matthew, he recognized their love for one another and their relationship was at least stable. So did the rest of it matter?

..

Not any new fenian vs ronan content in there but theres some opal for ya.

#ronan lynch #the new fenian #ask game #wip ask game #asks #greywaren spoilers #opal

[wags-confessions]

Declan the Tory has shooters 😂 I cannot believe this lmao

The Tory? What does it mean? — Belle

[leonsliga]

honestly I love Mason and Declan as well, everytime I see Mason interact with a man I hear wedding bells, that man is so babygirl slay.

totally agree on judy!! can't believe I forgot him, him and halaand definitely did it

As of Rashford and Sancho I'm concflicted because the give me straight vibes separately and gay vibes together, maybe they're each other exceptions 😉😉

btw I've seen a lot people ship Kane and Son but to me Kane is as straight and boring as they come, I can see Richarlison and Son tho

Yes yes YES thank you!! Also, I’m so sorry for the late response anon! The grad school application process has been kicking my ass 😂 BUT NEVER FEAR…I HAVE RETURNED FROM MY SLUMBER

I love that you love them!! Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like there aren’t many Decson shippers around these days, and I genuinely don’t know why. They’re an underrated footy ship imo. I mean, they’ve literally got it all, from the casual touching:

To the soft, loving looks:

And of course, I can’t forget the heartfelt words of affirmation:

(Please note, the pics and gifs are not mine. This is just a compilation of some of my favorite moments of these two 💗 I don’t remember the blog names off the top of my head, but go find them, probs under the Decson tag, and show them some love, ok?)

I totally agree about Haaland and Jude. While there’s no way of truly knowing whether or not anything happened between them, they’ve got such a natural chemistry and a really fun dynamic! Also, have you seen the video of them reciting cheesy pick-up lines for one another, because if you haven’t, consider it required viewing (mostly because it’s absolutely adorable and I have a feeling you’ll love it) 😁

As for Rashy and JLingz, I’m in the exact same boat. I could definitely see them being each other’s exceptions, but only they know whether their relationship is more than friendship or not 🤷‍♀️

Ah yes, I definitely know about Kaneson! I’m not on board with them as a pairing either (at least not just yet…I’m easily converted to any ship tho hehehe), but they make an incredible duo on the pitch, I will say that! Oooh…I didn’t even think about Son and Richarlison as a pairing! If you have any content of them (pics or anything), I’d definitely be interested. I love learning about new ships <3

#anon 💖 #decson #jude bellingham #erling haaland #jarcus #football asks

[footballconfessions]

Trent not singing it is not a big deal. England should work on their shitty manager and team before attacking Trent every chance they get./// HA this made me laugh 😂. Right Southgate out. Unless by some MIRACLE England win, his time is UP. I mean Southgate did not seriously think that the team he picked is the best possible team to win. Now if we win I'll take all of that back. I was watching a video and I think Declan said that he's making room in suitcase for the trophy 🤣. He needs to slow down and relax, be able to run in that heat first before you say anything.

i definitely see him getting sacked if they don’t win tbh. - arlene

[moneymasnn]

Calling it now, Declan and his mrs are 100% expecting!! All of a sudden she’s stopped posting and started following nursery decoration pages and other baby pages etc😂 call me psycho or whatever but I feel so sure lmao

I mean it would be so lovely if they were!! Lauren not posting is weird for her because she usually is quite active, but she's also been getting a lot of hate from dec and the whole vegas situation🤷‍♀️ but maybe there just planning to have a baby soon. I would be so happy for them if they were though, they would make amazing parents!!

[jessmm7]

https://www.tumblr.com/jessmm7/745049818610663424/have-you-seen-the-paparazzi-pictures-of-declan

People are overreacting. She’s with the other man not dec

Yeah I mean it just looks like some type of meeting 😂 not sure what the drama is

[waglifeornolife]

It’s not that deep, he isn’t the first to do this and certainly won’t be the last. Judging his character for his purchase is wild //

It’s not just mason I thought same about rashford and declan.

Just isn’t my cup of tea and the personalisation screams ego to me in my opinion and that’s valid and so is you’re own opinion. People don’t have to have the same views as you but it doesn’t mean they’re views are wrong

exactly that, i didn’t even know dec and rashy had it until yesterday when everyone was saying 😂

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book Three of Four]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 4 out of 5

I didn’t think I could like anyone more than Sloane, but boy was I proven wrong. Riley and Malek are my new favorites. Leave it to the Keller sisters to fall in love with their kidnappers lol.

For book three, the way these two fall in love… ugh, it was just so good. I’m not one for angst, but the back and forth Malek was going through had me craving more. And then when he took the plunge, I was all in. I also love how little Riley, who thought she was an ugly duckling, came into her own and charmed the king of the Bratva all on her own.

And don’t even get me started on that love triangle. I’m just glad it was solved in the end.

This book had me actually disliking some characters I fell in love with in the previous books, so I’m hoping book four will make me love one of them again.

Now here are my rambling thoughts…

* So Riley is Sloane’s sister and they’re not exactly friendly… this is going to be interesting.

* Come on, Kage. I liked you in book one. Don’t be a dick now 😒

* Okay, Spider. I see you 😏 And Riley, don’t even sweat it. You check out his package all you want 😂

* Omg. Spider is a shy guy! Can I keep him?

* Lmao. First Mal thinks Riley is homeless, now he thinks she’s a whore. Also, how the fuck did he find Declan so fast?

* Awww. So Riley’s the “ugly duckling” and resents her sister. But now things are looking up. I love that she so blatantly ogles Spider 😂

* Mal thinks Riley is being abused. Omg.

* Goddamn. Mal really just gave her all that cash?

* And now they know Diego’s alive?! Why do they seem scared tho?

* Wow, Sloane. Way to listen to your sister. Now I can’t wait for Mal to kidnap her.

* Oh damn. He knows Riley is Declan’s family. He’s gonna take her. Yeesssssss!

* Mal really is a fucking ghost. How does he keep finding her and not set off any alarms?

* Also, woo! He kissed her to shut her up. I love it.

* Holy shit. Holy shit! Mal shot Kieran, Riley took a bullet meant for Mal, and Spider has a whole lot of explaining to do when he wakes up after being bludgeoned for shooting Riley.

* Aww. Spider loves Riley… but Riley totally wants to bone Malek.

* And wtf is up with all these supposed dead mean actually being alive. For fuck’s same. Do we even know a Killian Black? So many names are being tossed around. I’m confused.

* They way Mal is taking care of Riley is making me swoon. Omg. Get better already so you can bone!

* Shit. Spider has already been spotted in Moscow and Mal paid him a visit. It’s adorable Spider wants to take her home, but that crush is definitely one sided.

* Goddammit. I know Mal was teasing Riley, but I’m the one feeling like he was teasing. Asshole. Lmao.

* So a bear attack was all it took for Mal to fuck Riley? 😂

* Man… this relationship of theirs is a fucking rollercoaster. Holy hell.

* I don’t like that Mal’s boss knows about Riley. And invited them to dinner at one in the morning.

* So the meeting actually went… good? Oh thank god.

* Man, Riley’s got some balls sassing the king of the Bratva 😂 As least he was endeared by her 🤷🏻‍♀️

* A story where the girl doesn’t know she’s dead..? A love story with ghosts..? Aww man, I’m thinking of Pen Pal now.

* Nooooo. Everything was going so good. Don’t break up with her. Don’t let Spider take her. I fucking hate this.

* She’s fucking pregnant!!! And Mal doesn’t know. And omg. Just go back to Russia already!!

* Riley declaring the Mob and Bratva have blood ties, and someone cheering in the background that she thinks is Nat… I can picture that. A drunken Nat cheering because fuck these touch macho dudes. It’s the women with all the power.

* The fucking band playing “we are family” 😂

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