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dmmeeble · 1 year
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fangurltrashcannn · 16 days
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She sent this to Kate bishop. It's Kate's work laptop background. I'm so sure
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mayorkate · 5 months
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𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺? 📓
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newtonsheffield · 3 months
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I can’t get the image out of my head of Blushing all the way Home Kate sat next to her Grandfather at Anthony’s Harlequins games. Kate wearing a Harlequins scarf in support of Anthony and Poppy Sharma with his arms crossed wearing a Leicester Tigers Jersey and Scarf.
“He’s very talented, your Anthony.” Poppy Sharma huffed as Anthony tackled a Bristol Bears player by himself, the impact nearly audible from their seats. “I’ll give him that.”
Kate chuckled, “Wow, that sounded painful for you, Poppy.”
Her grandfather looked affronted. “I like Anthony. You know I like him. He’s a good man, he’s good for you.”
Kate nodded, clapping for Anthony as the play reset. “He could get you a Harlequins Scarf, you know. It would mean a lot to him.”
“It’s the most painful thing in my life, Katie. Your Anthony playing for this team. I’ve been a Leicester supporter for 56 years, I’m not stopping for him.”
She knew there’d be pictures of them everywhere tomorrow. It had become something of a joke online. Poppy steadfastly wearing his Leicester supporter’s gear, standing to cheer for Anthony’s brother in law when he took Down Anthony himself 2 metres before the try line. Anthony himself played into it, Posting photos of the two of them together after the matches
I’ll win him over one of these days.
“You could convince him to transfer to Leicester you know. Basset could make for him in the locker-room I’m sure. I could cheer for him then.”
“Poppy,” Kate rolled her eyes. “This was Anthony’s Dad’s team. His career started here and it’s going to end here as well.”
Poppy gave nod of begrudging respect. “Well, he’s loyal. I respect that I suppose.”
“He’s got you a Ticket to the England Scotland game next month.”
Kate saw the shift in him, his eyes widening, “Has he?!”
“Of course.”
“In the box, or the side line?” Poppy gasped.
“He knows you prefer sideline.”
Poppy gasped excitedly, “I’ll pay him for them.”
“Don’t be silly, they’re a gift. You’re with the rest of the family.”
“Well, I look forward to it.”
Sure enough, Poppy settled next to Kate a month later, his coat bundled tightly around him just as it had been the entire journey there.
“Why do you still have your coat on?” Kate narrowed her eyes at her Grandfather, suddenly suspicious.
“It’s chilly.”
“You never wear your coat, you unbutton it so everyone can see who you’re supporting.”
Poppy shrugged, an innocent look on his face “Ah well.”
“If you are wearing a Scotland Jersey under there just to spite him I am not bringing you anymore.”
She only grew more suspicious when he started to fidget in his seat as the crowd started to thrum with energy as the teams stood in the tunnel. And panic rose in her chest as Anthony started leading The English team onto the pitch and Poppy stood in his seat.
“Anthony!”
“Poppy what are you doing?!”
“Anthony!” Poppy hollered again and it caught his attention this time, Anthony turning in his direction. And finally Poppy took off his coat to reveal an England Jersey, Anthony’s number emblazoned on it, his name stretched across the back.
Anthony’s face lit up, grinning as he pointed, applauding with the crowd laughing around them.
“Well then.” Poppy huffed settling into his seat and taking the red scarf from the pocket of his coat. “I’m looking forward to being able to enjoy your Anthony being an absolute bloody unit tonight.” He cleared his throat, “Get em Anthony!”
Kate rolled her eyes, kissing her grandfather’s cheek. “He’s going to be so excited.”
And sure enough there’s a series of images on Anthony’s instagram the next day. Poppy standing proudly in the stands, a photo of himself grinning as he pointed and one of the two of them on the pitch at the end.
We’ve got Poppy Sharma boys!
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thesexydancingcrepe · 9 months
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To Be Vexed... by HIM
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Crepe: I don't often promise things, Monkey, so enjoy this! 😤
Wukong: Haha, you like me 😝🥰🤣
Crepe: B*tch I will divorce you
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8-rae-rae-8 · 2 months
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BABBBEEESSSS
HONEYBEEEEEE
FIGHTER AU?!?!!YOURE BRAIN SO BIGGGGG
IT WAS A THOUGHT
I haven't expanded much upon it but I will !!! (Hopefully...)
Im gunna tell you who's most careful with their fighters
First we have Laswell. She pulls Kyle out of a few fights when she notices the opponent isn't going by the rules, or has seriously hurt him. She doesn't let him fight with a concussion. Kyle is viscous, yes, but he's calculated. Not scrappy. He knows where each punch is gunna land and he easily anticipates opponent movement.
Then, very surprising, we have Roba. He cannot let his prized possession get too damaged. Simon's scarred up already, yes, and he's a machine at work, but Roba has him trained for that. And when he's done, he's done. Even when Simon is pulling back and trying to knock out the opponent. Like a dog fighting on a leash. It doesn't matter how many bruises or blood he's covered in, Simon wants to fight.
Then it's Price, He doesn't have the same restraint, we'll say. He wants the opponent down just as much as Johnny needs it. But he's by far the most encouraging and will gladly tend to wounds. He gives Johnny a safe and warm place to sleep at night, hot meals and a comfy bed.
And finally, Shepherd. He's the real animal, really. It doesn't matter if Graves can't walk, he will get in that ring, damnit. There is no warm bed for him to sleep in. He only gets bandaged up when it's severe. Three of his bones are held together with metal. But he's out there anyway. He's angry, and fucking scrappy. He bites, he scratches, he hits and kicks all messy. It didn't matter as long as he won, Shepherd would tell him. He'd only be taken out to be scolded and then immediately thrown back in. Unless he was unconscious.
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nessa007 · 4 months
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yorkshireteauk · 11 months
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yelena checks her phone once on a mission to see she has 15 texts and 4 missed calls from “Katie Bishop (The good hawkeye)” and yelena panics thinking something had happened to her but upon phoning her back finds out that “we ran out of mac and cheese also lucky and fanny and i miss you” and yelena can’t tell if she’s blushing or it’s just really cold where she is
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herrerasaint · 7 months
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and you are unforgettable
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ms-rampage · 5 months
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Another Ai generated art of Kate texting (and about a few milliseconds away from blushing hard and kicking her feet like a teenager girl; she's 25) her Scottish boyfriend *cough* Soap *cough*
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katebeckets · 10 days
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I am 🤏🏽 close to changing my url
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dmmeeble · 8 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATE MARSH! 🐰✨by annaxo_tae on Instagram
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mayorkate · 5 months
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𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 📖🌸
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newtonsheffield · 7 months
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Imagine being Pop Star Kate waking up to a bunch of articles about you kissing a rugby player in his car outside the hotel everyone knows you’ve being staying at. And that doesn’t even matter. Because all you can think about is the man whose weight is pressing you against the mattress as he snores softly.
“What’s happening?” Anthony groaned as he startled awake, his hair sticking up in a hundred different directions. The confused look on his face softened as he looked at her. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
Anthony leaned down to kiss her gently and her stomach fluttered when he pulled back nudging the phone in her hand with his nose.
“Something interesting?”
“My… sister sent me a bunch of articles. Someone saw us come back here.”
“Oh right.” Anthony nodded, “I mean… there’s been rumours since you came to my game though.”
“Yeah.” Kate nodded, “It’s just… I don’t know…”
“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Anthony peered up at her through his hair, his chin on her chest still. “I know we just started hanging out, I know that. But… I don’t want to fuck around with you. I don’t want to do that thing where we wonder what we are for months, and it feels awkward and weird. I like you, and I don’t want to pretend that I don’t. I don’t want to see other people, or pretend I don’t want to spend every spare second with you.”
Kate’s breath caught and she tried to swallow through it but her voice still sounded choked. “Yeah, I like you too. I want to be your girlfriend.”
Anthony grinned, his face lighting up as he threw her over his shoulder, marching across the room to sit her at the piano, kneeling in front of her. “Play.”
“I can’t reach the pedal with you there.”
“I’ll forgive your less than perfect performance just this once.”
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desertangels70s · 6 months
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I reached 1,282 follwers today so thank you to all who are following me! I really appreciate it and hope to entertain you guys more and hopefully make new friends.<3
💖(Lets all go on a silly adventures)💖
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