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clockwayswrites · 8 months

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Catching Cold, Part 3

WC: 1061, Masterpost

CW: Past vivisection, general discussion of wounds, bad parents Jack and Maddie

The duffel bag had a full med kit in it.

Danny was grateful for it, beyond grateful, but why did the bag have a full med kit in it? Why did Danny know where the bag was? Why did it have clothing that fit him and extra shoes and a wad of cash? Danny stuffed the cash back into the sock he had found it in and opened the med kit.

It was very, very well stocked. He was past when he should change his bandages, really. His chest pulled as he peeled off his shirt and he bit back a noise at the pain. Maybe sitting in the truck the whole day hadn’t been the best for him. His bandages looked clean at least, no seepage.

He had just gotten the wrappings off and was gently cleaning the wound when there was a knock at the door.

“You in there, kid?” It was Midge, the driver Danny had been riding with.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in? Got some stuff for you.”

“Um, sure.”

The door opened and Midge froze at the threshold. “Jesus, kid. Who the fuck did that to you?”

Danny stared at his chest in the mirror. It really did look gruesome, he supposed, reddened skin still stitched together, cut in a y from collar bone to sternum and down the center of his chest. Everything around it looked like one massive bruise.

“I had to have surgery,” Danny mumbled.

“Yeah? What for?” Midge asked, edging a little closer, like Danny was some wounded animal.

Maybe he was.

He felt like one.

He shook his head. “Sorry, what?”

“What was the surgery for, kid?”

Danny opened his mouth then slowly closed it. He… It… his brows furrowed. He shook his head. “I don’t know. It happened suddenly. My parent said we’d talk about it when I was better.”

“The doctor didn’t explain?”

He shrugged. It pulled at the wound. “I don’t remember a hospital.” Was that weird? That was weird. “I went to sleep at home and woke up about a week later back in my bed.”

Midge didn’t say anything, just watched Danny’s reflection with their expressive brown eyes. Finally they gave a decisive little nod. “Okay, kid. I got you some shampoo, soap, and deodorant. The showers are through that door. You got a change of clothing?”

Danny nodded.

“Okay. I don’t have room in my cab for you to sleep, but Kenny is in the stop too and Paul isn’t with him, so he’s got room for you on a bunk in his cab. You want to head out with me when I leave?”

“You’ll let me?” Danny blurted out, too surprised by the offer to just accepted.

Midge’s eyes softened. “Yeah, ‘course. You said wherever I was going and my haul isn’t done yet. If you want to go with me, seat’s still yours.” They set the small bottle of shampoo, bar of soap, and tube of deodorant on the top of his duffel bag.

Danny stared at the little collection of items and had to blink back tears. “I, yeah. Thanks.”

“Okay. Clean up. I’ll meet you in the diner part of this joint in fifteen or so.”

“Thanks, Midge.”

“Sure kid.”

It took Danny a good few minutes just to gather himself enough to head into the shower room to quickly clean off. As he re-bandaged his chest with too practiced hands, his mind spun.

He didn’t remember a hospital, not for a single moment.

His parents were keeping something from him.

The stitches were in the same neat rows that his mother used to use stitch up his broken stuffed animals with.

Danny rushed to the toilet and threw up what little was in his stomach.

What had they done to him?

Midge was sitting in one of the peeling linoleum booths, looking freshly showered and talking to another driver. Danny tugged on the edge of his hoodie as their eyes turned to him.

“Kid, over here.”

Danny shuffled over. He sat down across from midge, tucking the duffel bag next to him. He’d stuffed what could be useful from his backpack into it and thrown away the rest. He wouldn’t need that chemistry textbook anymore.

“Kid, this is Kenny. Kenny, the kid,” Midge said with a little wave between them.

“Nice to meet you, Kid,” Kenny said like it was Danny’s name. He had a big busy beard that was going grey around the edges and a kind smile. “Guess you’re bunking with me tonight.”

“Yeah, thanks for letting me…”

“No issue. Normally my man Paul rides with me, but he’s helping his sister move this week,” Kenny said. “So dropped him off in the last city and I’ll try to find a job to get back to him soon enough. They could use the time though if it takes a bit.”

“Kenny is a talker,” Midge said. Midge very much wasn’t a talker. “What do you want to eat, kid?”

“I, um, not really hungry,” Danny said. His belly flip-flopped uneasily at just the thought of food.

“They do oatmeal. How about some oatmeal?” Kenny suggested.

Oatmeal… could work. Danny gave a silted little nod.

“Great! I’ll put in an order then go get cleaned up. They’ll call for it right over there when it’s ready,” Kenny said, motioning with one of his large hands as he stood and headed off before Danny could protest Kenny paying for him.

“Kenny is a good man, so’s Paul. Them and me and others, we have this group. We look out for each other at stops and on the road. We don’t let anyone cause any shit for any of the others of us. See, we ain’t the most typical folks. Kenny and Paul are married, been together ages before that. I don’t much care about gender, mine or others. We’ve got drivers who used to be one thing an’ are now another. We’ve all found our place on the road,” Midge said. It was the most Danny had heard them talk. “If you don’t have an issue with any of that and need to stay moving, we can see you safe. Just gotta help out when asked.”

Danny’s fingers knotted in his hoodie. He had to clear his throat. “I can do that.”

“Okay. Then welcome to the Rainbow Road, Kid.”

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AN: Danny's going on a journey! Whether he wants it or not. At least he found a group willing to fiercely protect a hurt kid. He's not the first one they helped out, even if his wounds are a new level of fucked up from what they're used to.

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#trauma tuesday #that's a thing apparently now lol #join me for it if you want #dp x dc #catching cold

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justsomerandomfanfic · 6 months

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Dance The Night Away - Ryan!Ken X Female (Human) Reader

Title: Dance The Night Away

Ryan!Ken X Female (Human) Reader

Additional Characters: Barbies (Mentioned), other Kens (Mentioned), President Barbie (Mentioned), Reader's Boss (Mentioned), Allan, Midge (Mentioned), and Weird Barbie (Mentioned)

WC: 3,073

Warnings: Reader works for Mattel, post Barbie movie events, Ken being adorable, nervous Ken, Reader is mentioned wearing a dress, mini angst, and pure fluff

Entering Barbie Land, you let out a sigh, a bit out of breath. You were only human of course. And for some reason, after rollerblading, driving a snowmobile, bicycle, spaceship, a camper van, and boat; not in that specific order... You'd at least have a car to drive down the very long pink road, right? But no. You questioned it, a lot. But you might as well get your steps in. And it wasn't that bad, you were getting used to it - you had been visiting the magical land for at least five months now. You weren’t entirely keeping track.

You worked for Mattel. Your job was to, a couple times a month, check in on Barbie Land. Now, Mattel didn't have any worries about the Kens taking over Barbie Land again, and they had fully trusted that if anything did happen, President Barbie - and all the Barbies for that matter - would try and fix it. You were... You didn't really know the point of your job really. But you had always wanted to work for Mattel, loved their work, and when you saw that they were hiring... Well, you couldn't pass that up. And the pay was good.

Who knew that you were going to find out that the dolls were real and living in a magical, imaginative world alike to a town in Sweden? Who knew? Who knew you were going to become best friends with most of these Barbies and Kens? Who knew that you were going to love your job?

You loved it whenever Mondays and Fridays rolled around. Typically, people hated Mondays, whether because of school or work, but you loved it. Because it meant that you would get to go to Barbie Land, see your friends... And you know, check up on things... As you were supposed to do.

Making your way downtown, you waved at some of the Barbies, clipboard and pink pen in one hand, waving with the other. Your trips to Barbie Land were pretty simple. You arrived, you went to see President Barbie, wrote down a small report, and then headed back. These trips normally didn't last more than a couple of hours; two hours max. You really wished you could stay longer though. You had been asked so many times by different Barbies to stay for the dance parties and girl's nights. You wondered if you stayed a bit longer if your boss would be okay with it. You didn't have anything else to do when you got back to Mattel, just to hand in your report and do some additional paperwork, but that stuff was easy.

Eyes on your clipboard, you read the checklist in your head, going over it; not fully paying attention to where you were going, but you were skilled enough not to run into anyone or anything. Checking off the top check-box which read; 'No Kens have taken over Barbie Land', when you hear someone shout your name. Without even raising your head, a smile immediately came to your face, you knew that voice. Looking up, seeing Stereotypical Ken - well, Ken, on the beach.

You met Ken on the first day that you came to Barbie Land, and over time, you had grown pretty close to the handsome doll. Which was weird in the beginning, but you quickly got over it. But Ken... He was a gem. You adored him. He was so sweet and so kind, and you just loved his smile. The smile that he got every time he looked at you. Ken was immediately intrigued by you when you first came to Barbie Land, and when he heard that you worked for Mattel. He quickly introduced himself, as Ken, and he couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were. The way your eyes sparkled as you looked up at him, the soft smile on your face, the sound of your voice as you introduced yourself to him in return. Only when your smile turned into a small frown of confusion did Ken snap out of whatever daze he was in, realizing that his words had begun to dwindle off until he was literally just staring in awe of you.

Awkward...

You began to slowly notice after that first encounter, Ken would always be around if you needed him; or when you didn't need him. It was sweet to see him rush over to you when you passed the beach. Seeing that bright smile on his face as he walked with you to see President Barbie, it sort of became a routine at that point; him walking with you to your destination. You loved spending time with Ken, hearing his stories, hearing his laugh... And the way he looked at you, it was as if you hung all the stars in the sky.

"Are you going to see President Barbie today, Y/N?" Ken asked, a voice full of wonder, smiling, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

Shaking your head while letting out a small laugh, you looked up at the doll, "I always do." You answered, nudging his side which made his smile widen.

"That's good, that's good..." He mused, his tone sounding thoughtful. Ken's gaze, as your eyes connected, seemed to sparkle all the more.

Nodding your head, you looked back in front of you, clipboard to your chest, "Well, has there been anything fun happening as of late?"

"Well..." Ken's expression turned a bit sheepish, "... One of the Barbies is having a party tonight," His tone was lighthearted, and he couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from looking at you, even if it was only your side profile.

Your eyes lit up, as did your smile, "Oh! That sounds fun!"

"I was just thinking..." Ken began with a smile, but a nervous one, "...That if you had the time? Maybe you want to come with me..." He trailed off, looking down at you as he walked.

"Tonight?" You asked, wincing slightly.

"Uh, yeah..." Ken's face fell at your response, which made you feel bad for letting him down. "I mean, you don't have to come if you aren't able to..." He then quickly turned and gave you the sweetest of smiles, "... But I understand. You probably have things you need to do back over in the Real World anyway." Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, Ken walked a bit until he noticed that you weren't by his side. Quickly turning back around, he speedwalked back over to you, seeing the sad frown on your face. He furrowed his eyebrows innocently, tilting his head slightly, quickly taking one of your hands in his. "Y/N..." He began, but you didn’t look up from his hand encasing yours.

"I'll stay for the party." You said softly - almost breathlessly - finally looking up at him, "I doubt my boss will be too mad with me if I go... I'll go back to Mattel, let him know..." You shrugged.

"You will?" Ken couldn't seem to believe you, his eyebrows going up in utter surprise and delight. "You... You'll stay?" He seemed so happy, and his expression was priceless as he tried hard to get hold of himself but he didn't last for long, fist bumping the air as he let out little 'yes, yes, yeses;' you couldn't help but laugh a little at his actions, finding him adorable - as always.

"I've been missing out on these parties for a while... So what are these parties like?" You asked Ken, who’s eyes widened at your question.

"Oh, you're in for a treat," Ken exclaimed, his tone enthusiastic, he just couldn't wait to see you enjoying these parties for yourself. "There's music, snacks, and dancing," He said, his arm looping over your shoulder, loving the fact that he was in close contact with you; you felt your cheeks burn at the contact. "Could I… Possibly dance with you, Y/N?" He asked, crossing his fingers with his free hand at his side.

"Oh, Ken," You giggled as you looked back up at him, "You're so adorable... Of course, you can dance with me," You told him, your hand reaching up to hold the hand that was over your shoulders, giving him a gentle squeeze. "But it looks like we're here." You gestured to the large pink building of the Pink House.

Ken's face fell a bit once he realized that your walk with him was over. He had liked being near you, and now that it was over he felt kinda sad that you were leaving. Even though he knew he was going to see you at the party, he didn't want you to leave him. That was something that you did notice about Ken after a while, he was pretty clingy... But you just thought it was because of what happened with him and Stereotypical Barbie. He loved her, but she didn't really appreciate him and took him for granted before she saw her ill ways. Then the whole patriarchy thing happened... You thought that maybe he spent so much time with you, and wanted to spend so much time with you, was because you actually paid attention to him. Maybe... You weren't entirely sure.

Unwrapping his arm from you, you kept a hold of his hand in yours, smiling up at him as if to hope that he would cheer up a little. "Ken..." You began, his sad, blue ocean eyes meeting yours. Even though he was sad that you had to go - as he was everytime - he couldn't help but feel his plastic heart race as you held his hand in yours.

He didn't want you to go.

Bringing your bottom lip between your teeth momentarily, you admired the man in front of you. The way the light shined down upon him; his blonde hair, sun-kissed skin, and crystal clear blue eyes, you couldn't help but stare at him, wanting nothing more than to reach out and stroke his cheek as your thumb gently rubbed across his knuckles. He was simply so gorgeous; perfect.

Taking a chance, not wanting to be too late for your meeting with President Barbie, you went up on your tip-toes as you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. As you pulled away, you noticed that Ken looked shocked as he slowly brought his hand up to his cheek, rubbing it lightly as his mouth fell slightly agape; his eyes almost shyfully meeting yours in surprise, "I'll see you at the party." You smiled before taking a few steps backward, your smile never fading as you waved goodbye.

Ken then beamed, watching you go until you were no longer visible. Feeling a rush of excitement and adoration, Ken repeatedly fist-bumped the air, cheering to himself as he walked back towards Beach. You kissed him... On the cheek. Your lips having brushed softly against his skin... Your hand rested on his chest as you pushed yourself up on your toes... You kissed him on the cheek! Ken couldn't get over you. You actually cared about him, you listened to him and valued his thoughts and opinions. Ken hadn't met anyone who really did that for him, until after his mishap with the patriarchy and after Barbie helped him realize who he really was. You really made him feel special, and Ken couldn't wait to see you at the party.

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At the party, Ken leaned against a pillar, his eyes quickly glancing around the room, trying to see if he could spot you. He was beginning to worry that you weren't coming. Maybe you changed your mind about going... About him... Ken was scared, the last time that he had felt this way was with Barbie. She didn't feel the same about him, and it hurt. He didn't want to get hurt again. But you made him hopeful, hopeful to find that love that he had always been craving.

Allan, slightly boogying beside Ken, noticed his odd behavior, frowning, "Are you alright, Ken?"

"Uh, what?" Ken jolted as he looked over, having been so deep in thought that he didn't even notice Allan was beside him at all. He was so focused on finding you, so worried that you wouldn't show. That you'd forgotten all about him... "Y- Yeah, I'm cool, I'm cool..." Ken tried to play it cool in front of Allan. He was obviously not okay, but Ken wouldn't let Allan or anyone else find out he was feeling so worried or nervous for that matter.

Allan frowned, he hated seeing Ken upset, "You seem nervous, Ken." Ken continued to watch the dance floor, and finally, something clicked in his brain, "Oh," Allan muttered, "The human, Y/N... Are you looking for her?" Ken nodded, still not turning back to look at Allan. "Do you want me to go find her?" He offered, already knowing the answer.

Looking at Allan, Ken took in his almost puppy-dog expression before shaking his head. "No, no, it's okay..." Ken reassured him, "She said she'd come... Maybe she's just running late… Yeah…”

Allan nodded in understanding, taking his own time to look around at the party when his eyes met your figure. A smile crept on his face as he grabbed Ken's attention with a pat on the shoulder. "She's here, Ken."

At his words, Ken snapped his gaze to Allan before looking to where his best buddy was looking, his blue eyes widening at the sight of you. You stood there, looking absolutely beautiful, wearing a stunning pink dress that hugged your curves perfectly, your hair framing your face, the lights highlighting your features. You were swaying on your feet slightly to the beat, looking around the party the same as he had. Were you looking for him?

Ken couldn't stop the grin on his face as your eyes found his in the crowd, your face lighting up as well. Trying to stay cool - but ultimately failing - Ken rushed over to you before practically bouncing on the balls of his feet in front of you with a large grin.

"You actually came!" Ken exclaimed happily, "I... I thought you weren't coming." He confessed, his tone becoming soft and a little embarrassed as you just looked up at him with a smile and a shake of your head.

"I said I'd come... Sorry, I was a bit late though. I went back to the Real World to get dressed." Smiling, Ken looked down at you; he could tell that you were nervous by the way that your face scrunched up slightly. His eyes flickered to your lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss you. "Hey, Ken," His eyes quickly looked back into your eyes, which twinkled under the glittering lights of the many pink disco balls. You then offered him your hand, making Ken raise an eyebrow in confusion, "Care to dance?"

Looking at your hand, Ken took it without a second thought, a grin spreading onto his face. On the dancefloor, Ken danced with you, twirling you out and back into his arms; somehow dancing to the perfectly choreographed dance with everyone else. Ken loved being close to you; your soft and delicate touch against his skin, your intoxicating scent, everything about you. It was almost like a dream; dancing in the middle of a room, surrounded by the Barbies, Kens, Midge, Allan, and Weird Barbie. As he danced, Ken kept his eyes fixated on you, and only you. He felt happy, so very happy, that you were here, that you were there beside him, smiling up at him as you danced... Both dancing the night away.

As the party came to an end, you held Ken's hand as you both walked down the plastic beach. You knew that you would have to go back to the Real World soon, but you didn't want the night to end. Being in Barbie Land... It seemed so unreal, so perfect to you, and it was so easy just being with Ken, talking to each other, laughing, dancing, just living the moment.

"I don't want to leave," You sighed, staring off at the setting sun, Ken's hand tightening slightly in yours.

"I don't want you to go either," Ken responded, pulling you closer to his side.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you let out a sigh, "I know... But I have to go." Upon Ken's silence, you paused walking mid-step, pulling back to look up at him. Seeing his little pout, you gave him a small, reassuring smile, "I'll be back Friday. No worries."

Ken let out a slight groan. "Friday is so far away..." He practically whined, looking down at you as he pouted.

You chuckled, poking his cheek in hopes his cute pout would slip away, "Come on, Ken... You know I'll be back. If I didn't come back, I'd probably get fired." His hand still in yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, you quickly added, "And of course, I'll come back to see you. I love getting to come see you when I visit." Ken's pout faded as a bright smile came to his face.

"I could come with you!" Ken suggested enthusiastically, his blue eyes sparkling in delight at the idea of coming with you.

"Oh, Ken..." You breathed out, biting your lip as his smile faded slightly, "I don't know how that's going to work... This is your home..." You reminded him as he shook his head. “And I don’t want you to get in trouble with Mattel…”

Looking down at your hand in his, Ken let out a long, sad sigh. Ken felt very reluctant to let you go; he wanted to spend every waking minute with you, spending every day with you; he wanted to take you on dates... Be girlfriend, boyfriend. He was really going to miss you, and he wasn't sure if he could handle not having you there.

"You promise you will come see me?" He asked, finally looking up to meet your eyes as you gave him a smile and nodded.

"Of course," You promised, your eyes shining brightly with determination as you leaned up to quickly press another kiss to Ken's cheek once more, "I promise. And I'll try staying later too." Ken's face immediately lit up at the action, your kiss having sent a tingle throughout his entire body, piercing his soul.

Gazing down at you, absolutely entranced, he muttered, “Cool… So cool..."

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womanwithahotdogstand · 9 months

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The irony is Sonnett, Lindsey, and Kelley went together and paid for a few days at a resort in Breckenridge as a retirement gift to Carli last year. And they made such a show of Carli "handing off" the number 10 to Lindsey. I'm sure that stings a bit.

Good. I’m glad. I have absolutely zero remorse for her.

You know what else probably stings? Somebody who knows exactly how hard you bust your ass to be on this team question your passion and mentality and say TO A NATIONAL BROADCAST OF MILLIONS OF PEOPLE that you’re all only doing this for fame/money/followers/endorsements.

Jill Ellis touched on this in her interview with Tobin and Christen — after her benching at the 2019 WC Carli never had the same relationship with Jill, the team or the federation. She is very clearly still bitter and is very prepared to grind her axe any chance she gets. The legitimacy of her comments should be taken with a grain of salt.

There is a difference between constructive criticism of a GAME and publicly disparaging members of a team. This is where I think Julie Foudy truly shines. She played this game at every level, knows this team, captained this team and has a brilliant soccer mind. She uses all of those things to praise where praise is due and her criticisms aren’t directed towards players personally but towards tactics and game plans and execution. And in the midst of a bad performance she has never once singled ONE PERSON OUT (Alexi Lalas, if you ever so much as think about Crystal Dunn again, it’s on sight, you miserable fucking cunt.)

It’s truly hilarious to me that Fox has given him a platform to critique this team trying to win a World Cup when the closest he has ever come to a World Cup trophy is a 3rd place finish in group play and a swift kick in the ass in the RO16 by the team that went on to win the dang thing.

Carli and Alexi do not deserve to be the ones to have a national audience during this tournament.

Midge and Katie do.

Christen and Tobin do.

Rebecca and Brendan do.

Julie and Lynn do.

#well #this turned into a rant #uswnt #2023 women’s world cup

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thatbanditqueen · 9 months

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Chapter 12: What Love Looks Like

A response to the writing game prompt: No. Don't Talk to Her Like That.

Many thanks to my lovely writing sister wives, @be-my-ally @missmaywemeetagain @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @vintageshanny @powerofelvis @peskybedtime @shakerattlescroll and extra thanks to @whositmcwhatsit who alpha'd this for me, and gave me a lot of feedback. Where would I be with out you all?

It has been a rough few weeks, good rough I guess? If you are still here and reading this let me know what you think. Comments and feedback very much appreciated.

Warnings: underage sex (OC is 16, which is not underage where I live, but is in some places, so I'm putting it here as a warning); sexual coming of age; hetero smut; drinking; excessive use of the word "cooter," which is pretty vulgar and may be the hardest thing for me to write. The sacrifices I make for art.

Summary: Back from filming Blue Hawaii, Midge does her best to get back to the normal, humdrum rituals of daily life while adjusting to being back together with Elvis and facing some of the consequences of spending a month away. Meanwhile, Elvis has his own obligations to balance - or ignore….

WC: 11K

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❛❛ since the very moment i emerged into this WRETECHED world, an insatiable hunger gnawed at my being, a VENOMOUS CRAVING that demanded to be sated. they dismissed my wrath as inconsequential, blind to the ardor of my RIGHTEOUS FURY, but i, the harbinger of destruction, reveled in their inevitable demise.

even as my physique morphed into this figure, the hunger persisted, a SERPENT of entitlement coiled deep within my being, its venom pulsating with every beat of my NARCISSISTIC heart.

contains mentions of: death, substance abuse, psychological abuse and mental disorders

— BASICS.

Name: Heathcliff James Morgan

Nickname: Heath

Age / D.O.B.: 53 / March 22, 1970

Gender, Pronouns: Cisman. He/Him

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hometown: Dallas, Texas

Occupation: Retired F1 driver / Leader of The Snakes

Affiliation: Snakes

Languages: English, Spanish, Italian, French, Portuguese, Russian, German

Relationship Status: Divorced

Children: Two

— PHYSICAL.

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Height: 6 ft

Scars: A thick scar on his neck. Courtesy of a past ally who turned against Heath and tried to kill him

Tattoos: 19 tattoos. The largest being a serpent covering his back.

— MENTAL.

Personality Type: ENTP

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Positive Traits: Indomitable, Eloquent, Assertive, Cunning, Dominant, Ambitious, Bold, Decisive, Resourceful, Self Disciplined, Confident, Perceptive

Negative Traits: Brutal, Volatile, Manipulative, Cynical, Rough, Competitive, Vengeful, Malicious

Mental Health: (Undiagnosed) NPD

Narcotics of use: Cocaine

— FAMILY .

Parents: Clark Morgan, Midge Davis

Siblings: TBD Morgan, TBD Morgan

Cousins: TBD, TBD, TBD

Ex wife: TBD

Children: Willa Morgan ( daughter, 6 years old. NPC ) . TBD Morgan ( son, 27 years old. WC ) .

— BIOGRAPHY .

Heath was born in Dallas. His mother was a burlesque dancer and his dad a mechanic. His mother was an alcoholic and abusive, she also struggled with drug addiction and would constantly disappear from home for weeks at a time. His father got tired of this and moved with his children to a trailer park, where he raised them as a single dad.

His father was part of a motorcycle gang, mostly former by getaway drivers with criminal ties, the kids spent much of their time under their protection, they considered them family and that was where Heath developed his passion for cars.

He started driving karts, the first step in the craft of racing, learning from control to adapting to the race track for speed. He entered karting competitions, was skilled and started to attract attention from sponsors. Different local and national competitions, getting a few good wins under his belt.

His father was killed in a confrontation between the group and the police, which made Heath responsible for his younger siblings. Due to family connections, they found their way to NYC. Necessity made him join the criminal world for a quick way out, doing the unimaginable to guarantee their survival since they no longer had protection.

He built for himself a small group of criminals that he had met along the way, they lived in the shadows. Started with small thefts and riots, until they evolved into kidnapping, blackmailing, extortion - and murder. yes, they knew it would reach extreme measures as soon as attacks on government buildings and high ranking individuals started to happen. It was a common fact among the powerful, they always had the fire lit faster when someone was about to die. And he wanted that kind of attention.

As the years went by he could see the improvement, they were far from being rich but now they had their own small house and were comfortable for the first time. Decided to return to amateur kart competitions and attended different educational programs pursuing technical and mechanical backgrounds knowledge. Sponsorship and funding allowed him to get his full competition license, building a career.

After getting a FIA international grade A license, he began competing in the lower-tier series, getting the right kind of networking and catching the attention of team owners, opening doors to opportunities in high levels of F1.

Heath was superior to the majority. Amidst the clamor, the chaos, the endless hours of practice, he remained unbroken, untouched. His power hunger surpassed that of his peers, a relentless drive to go beyond, delve deeper, and endure farther. While many found themselves in a competition for attention - he simply prevailed, unequivocally. And he deserved it. He deserved to be seen and be heard, eat the rich as they devour everything around them.

At twenty-six, he had his first child with his girlfriend at the time - who would become his wife in the not-so-distant future. After the birth of their son, they moved to London, where they had connections that could help his partner while Heath was away competing in Formula 1.

Seven years later, Heath formed the Snakes in the heart of London with an initial goodwill intention — shield his family from the rampant criminality engulfing the city. The gang was conceived as a protective force, standing against the shadows that threatened the well-being of those he held dear. However, as the Snakes grew in influence, Heath’s power hunger nature and the complexities of survival led them down a darker path. The once virtuous mission became entangled with corruption, and the gang found strategic advantage in expanding their business ventures. Meticulously chosen individuals, whose every weakness could be exploited and shaped into a weapon.

After winning F1 world championship for the eighth time ( six times consecutively) at forty three, he decided to retire. He got bored. Not just of his career, but everything else. Everyone who crossed his path tried brutally to tame him, breaking him into a thousand pieces, tirelessly seeking to reshape into different individuals. His essence could never be affected, you cannot corrupt something that has been rotten for a long time. He could feel all that poison in his blood, every step he took was like the tick tock of a time bomb about to burst - all those vile urges were devouring him from the inside out.

Ten years into his leadership of the Snakes, his personal life began to unravel as Heath’s emotional detachment and toxic behavior took its toll on his marriage. The once-strong bond between him and his wife gradually eroded, undermined by Heath's relentless focus on the gang's affairs and his growing disconnection from the needs of his partner, ultimately culminating in a divorce that mirrored the shattered fragments of a life once built on love and commitment.

The year is 2024, and it has been 20 years since the beginning of his empire. New adversaries appeared on the way, more organizations than they could count, but nothing that couldn't be turned into a vile public message of what would happen to anyone who got in their way.

— F1 TIMELINE .

1988 : got his FIA international grade A license. he was 18

1991 : started competing for ferrari. he was 21 years old

1992 - 1999 : won six world titles consecutively

2000 : signed with mclaren.

2007 : won his seventh world title

2009 : won his eighth and last world title

2013 : retired. 43 years old

— EXTRAS .

has a labrador retriever named Buddy

always wears leather jacket or flannel shirts. wears a black wild rag around his neck

cowboy vibes and southern charm

— WANTED DYNAMICS. (self explanatory mostly, but always game to brainstorm !)

ex fiance / have i killed you before? : ( thats actually a wanted connection, all the details can be find here )

girltoy : they have similar personalities and knew better than to mess around each other. However, their thirst for chaos and the tendency to fall into old patterns got the best of them, and they can't get rid of each other. a true emotional power struggle.

protege : heath has a over protective dynamic with this character. the reason can be discussed by us. is someone he keeps on good terms and constantly assists them in some way.

nemesis : preferably someone from an opposing gang or a government character. they mirror many common personality traits, but differ greatly in ideals

old friends / past group members

someone he's blackmailing

past lovers : in short, he has been out there. most of the time short and superficial relationships, he usually gets romantically involved with easily manipulated people.

baby mama : one night stand that resulted in their six-year-old daughter. it could be an unknown character or someone who already knew heath in the past. they get along smoothly, tried to form a family in the past, and it didn't work, but they raise their daughter on good terms

patron saint of lost causes : a good natured character who insists on trying to see any kind of goodness reflected in heath. hero complex, constantly creates excuses for why he is the way he is and tries to "save" him from his inner demons.

do you want to make a deal with the devil? : someone he is trying to corrupt. the members of the snakes are meticulously chosen, the criteria are high, and most importantly of all it has to be someone who shares the same ideals. heath saw potential in this character ( what caught his attention can be discussed by us ) and believes he can be useful in some way, trying to identify his character's weaknesses and what actually motivates them.

#talesfmintro

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sunshinebunnie · 4 months

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Fan Fic Rec List(s) - 2023 ed. (Pt. 4)

Window Shipping

Mrs. M for Mr. Bruce by ForASecondThereWedWon (WC: 3,055) [Midge/Lenny]

it’s a scandal that’ll pack ‘em in the aisles by ritualist (WC: 9,918) [Midge/Lenny]

At the Copacabana by theycallmethejackal (WC: 3,752) [Midge/Lenny] [This is part of a series and the whole thing is BRILLIANT!]

gotta get up to get down by somethingdifferent (WC: 6,067) [Syd/Carmy]

Fireproof by kneeinjury (WC: 2,525) [Syd/Carmy]

helpless to the bass and the fading light by lucychens (WC: 7,989) [Chenford]

Fight or Fuck

Koi No Yokan by takemetoyourdealer (WC: 10,337) [Fexi]

the benefits of being under the influence(r) by noos (WC: 36,897) [Jiara]

ABC: Arse, Books, Constellations by sarab3lla, va13lentina (WC: 12,593) [Dramione]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

#fic recs #the marvelous mrs. maisel #the bear #the rookie #euphoria #outer banks #harry potter #ffrc2023 #sunshinebunnie psa

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Happy for Alyssa but why not call up Midge since she's more experienced and has been called up most camps.

Because she’s not good enough to be at the WC 🤷‍♀️

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Chapter 15: The Power Of Friendship (And Dutch Strippers)

Pairing: F/M, Midge/Lenny (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel) Rating, Chapter(s), WC: Rated M, Chapter 15/22 is 4.6K Tags: #Romance #Medium-speed burn #Mild Hurt/Comfort #Fluff #Humor #Canon-adjacent Warnings: #canon-typical drinking and smoking #mentions of drug use #Palladinos-typical chaos #Susie-typical swearing #self-indulgent descriptions of Europe Chapter summary: Midge gets a talking to. A secret is revealed and another one is kept. Previous chapter | Chapter 1

-> Read on AO3 or see commentary and author notes after the break.

Surprise!

I had written this chapter two months ago and hated it, and then I spent two months staring at it wishing I could just figure out why it wasn't working. Then I went to Austria, listened to a lot of audiobooks, pet some cows and horses who were probably writing gods in disguise, injured my foot on a hike, and re-wrote it entirely in a day.

I don't know, I'm stunned too.

I'd say that Alan opening up and Lenny carrying a lot of knickknacks in his pockets are probably my favorite parts of this chapter -- I really wanted to give them both some more human/endearing moments and I think it worked well.

The next chapter is in progress, but I wouldn't hold out hope for super regular updates - life seems to get in the way every time I say "I'm gonna work on my fic!" out loud.

PS: here's some pictures of the animal writing gods in hopes that they will help you too.

(The horse tried to eat my sweatshirt. I forgave him.)

#The Comics Are Coming!#midge x lenny #tmmm #tmmm fanfic #the marvelous Mrs Maisel #phoebesupdates

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I feel for Midge tbh, she’s better than Thompson yet she got the call instead because Midge was injured right before World Cup roster was decided. I don’t rate her at all, but she would’ve made the WC roster had her injury been a few weeks earlier.

yeah maybe my whole thin with thompson is and something people need to take in account is that thompson is young she is the future for this team and so you need to have her in camp bc its only going to make her better its great for her development and her going to the wc is huge for her (whether she should have gone or not) bc most likely shes going to the next wc and i can see her at the olympics and now she has a major tournament under her belt the uswnt really needs to focus on bringing in new players rn not bubble players imo sometimes its needs to be about the bigger picture atleast thats my take on it

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cassieuncaged · 1 year

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Grave Bound - Chapter 16

Chapter 15

Summary: Maggie learns to live with a broken heart.

TW: angst, heartache, arguments, language, etc.

WC: 2.5 K

A/N: This chapter has a happy ending, promise. Also, only two more chapters to go!

Taglist:@roofgeese, @detectivelokis, @areyenotfondofmelobster, @poisonedtruth, @confidentandgood, @emotionalcadaver, @chadillacboseman

How long had she sobbed for? It felt like a century when Maggie had to finally peel herself from her bed. Hardly leaving the comfort of a cozy apartment, the woman listened to Joni Mitchell’s Blue on repeat. Maddy nuzzled against bare ankles as she sat despondently at the kitchen table. Life no longer felt serendipitous but unpredictable and terrifying.

Days bled together as the reminder she was alone slowly cemented into an injured heart. Attempts at contact were futile. The phone rang for an eternity before the line was disconnected. Elias stopped coming into the shop and his name had been removed from the buzzer outside of his building. It felt like he was a phantom that had dissipated into the night. She wanted to hold onto him against her, never letting go.

Love was elusive, difficult to uncover and practically impossible to keep. It was eternally fleeting.

Tears were long dried as another morning was prepared for. Oatmeal was picked at before a cold shower brought a droning body back to life. She felt like a corpse, ignoring the dull beat of her own heart. Wallowing continued as nurses whites were slipped on, followed by sneakers.

Blue eyes met a dejected reflection, saddened only by what she saw even further. Shoulders slumped before the daily drudge to the bus stop began.

……

“That son of a bitch,” Sharon smoked angrily a cigarette, brassy locks piled atop her head. Abby and Maura played with the cat as Maggie curled herself into the corner of the sofa.

“Son of a bitch,” the eldest of the two girls parroted.

“Only mommy gets to say that,” Shar warned, ash crumbling into a glass ashtray. “Jimmy’s beside himself too. We never would’ve set up the date if I knew what a sleaze the man was.”

“Elias isn’t a sleaze,” Maggie mumbled, eyes unfocused on the Barbie dolls that lay forgotten on the floor. “He had his reasons, I suppose.”

“But he didn’t give you any.” Her sister chided, pointing at the note that still sat on the coffee table. “The man even said he was running away with his tail between his legs.”

“He was scared,” Maggie reasoned, hugging her knees, “Elias didn’t want to hurt me. That was never the plan.”

“And yet…” the older woman was as wise as she was angry. Sharon believed no one deserved love and happiness more than her little sister. Yet, Maggie seemed destined to be alone. “Look, we’ll find you someone better. Someone who won’t-”

“Leave me in the middle of the night?” Maggie finished before sliding to the floor. Distracting the girls from an agitated Maddy, the cat was freed. She brushed the matted red hair of a Midge doll before handing it to Maura.

“She looks like you.” The girl pointed to the freckles dappling her aunt’s face, holding up the doll.

“I suppose she does,” Maggie grinned as tears glistened in blue eyes.

“You’re prettier,” the girl sat the doll down as her sister chewed on Barbie’s hand. Maura crawled onto her knees, wiping away the stray tears that sprinkled down ruddy cheeks. “Pretty girls don’t cry…”

“Sometimes they do,” Maggie sniffled, turning away. The little girl sat back on her knees, watching as the woman crumbled in on herself. Everything she’d held inside was finally seeping through the cracks.

“Is this because of Uncle Elias?” a head of auburn curls cocked to the side, “Because he’s gone?”

“Maura.” Sharon warned, urging the eldest to play with the infant currently slobbering on dolls. Sliding down on the floor next to Maggie, she drew the younger woman into one shoulder. Now the sobbing was uninhibited, tears staining a knit sweater. “It’ll get better. Every day is a chance to start over.”

Ginger curls bounced in agreement as the crying began to ebb. An uneasy silence washed over the room as a tree branch scratched the windows in the breeze. The phone began to ring in a cacophonous ardor.

“I’ll get it,” Sharon attempted to get up before a soft yet firm hand was pulling her back down.

“It’s alright, I can answer the phone.” Crawling to the far end of the sofa, the receiver was pulled to the lush rug as it toppled apart. Grappling for the yellow plastic, she suppressed her sobs before answering. “Hello?”

“I’m hopin’ I have the right number.” There was a familiar warmth on the other line, followed by a wholesome chuckle, “This a little slice of strawberry shortcake I got or did the operator fuck up?”

“King?” her voice cracked, happy to have found another friend. “Is that you?”

“Maggie May, the love of my life. I was afraid I wouldn’t get a hold of you.” He sighed; there was disembodied humming in the background. She hoped it was Diana. “How’s the big city, baby?”

“I’m from a big city,” she added flatly, “This is just the bigger city. I used to love it. Unfortunately, it’s gotten lonely lately.”

“That’s why I called,” there was another belabored sigh, “Your loverboy made a terrible mistake.”

“Is he alright?” she was suddenly frantic, worried that Elias had met the gruesome fate Sharon had angrily wished upon him. “Do you know where he is?”

“That son of a bitch is fine, don’t worry. He’s outside of Milwaukee. Muskego, Wisconsin. Ever heard of it?”

“Can’t say I have. The farthest west I’ve ever gotten was Cincinnati.” Maggie shrugged, trying to ignore the three sets of eyes on her back.

“Which is impressive considering how far east you made it.” There was another chuckle. “We opened a shop down on the west side of Lake Michigan. But good ole Elias hasn’t been himself. Can’t help but think you’re not feeling too much like yourself either.”

“I’ve been better…”

“Thought as much. I know you probably hate my man’s guts but-”

“I miss him.” She added somberly, “Do you know why he left me?”

“I do but it doesn’t make anymore sense than a bad riddle.” There was a long pause, “What would it take to get your pretty little self to visit him?”

“You mentioned, years ago that Diana made an angel food cake that tasted like heaven itself…”

“Drive a hard bargain.” She could practically feel his smile through the receiver, “Let me get you his address. This’ll be the best surprise the man’s ever gotten. He needs you, Maggie. Damn it, we all do.”

……

Elias flipped through the pages of Little Women, a well-loved copy Maggie had gifted him one morning over breakfast. There’d been no occasion other than the fact that it was her favorite story. He loved her ability to make everything special, even if it had been an ordinary Saturday morning.

Words blurred together as eyes unfocused on the same paragraph for the fifth time. It was hard to relax, to find any peace when his mind was elsewhere. Propping the book on his chest, he rubbed his eyes silently. Major yawned from the carpet.

Suddenly, cone shaped ears were alert. Slats on the porch groaned, proceeding the tentative knock at the door. The intrusion earned a sharp bark as the dog darted towards the sound, pawing at the paint chipped door.

“Calm down, buddy.” Elias was lazily pulling himself to his feet, trudging to push the creature out of the way. Prying the door open practically knocked all the air from his lungs. A ghost stood shivering in the brisk night. “Maggie…”

“Hi.” Ginger curls fluttered in the dim porchlight, a threadbare suitcase sat at her feet. Major yipped excitedly, circling the woman before zooming inside in a flash. “Hope you don’t mind a visitor?”

“Not at all.” He stuttered, flattening himself against the wall. She shuffled into the little hovel, awkwardly taking it in as Elias fetched the miniscule luggage. The living room was cozy, packed with oversized furniture, she was surprised how sparsely it was decorated. “How did you…”

“King called me.” The confession was admitted shyly as Maggie shrugged her coat off.

“Of course he did…” Taking a moment, he leaned against the archway as he basked in the woman’s presence. “What exactly did King say? That I was losing it?”

“That you weren’t yourself. You’re hair, it’s shorter.” she took a tentative seat on of the edge of the sofa. “Looks like it did years ago.”

“Decided to look clean and polished as a business owner. Well, co-owner.” Tendrils of hair fell in his brow as shy grin stretched across his face.

“I like it.” She gingerly studied the back of her old book sitting on the neighboring cushion, flipping open the front cover to find her note jotted on the inside. “My favorite. You’re reading it.”

“Reminds me of you.” Elias remained standing long after the door had been shut and bolted. Each hand was propped on jean clad hips. Major, unaware of any uneasiness, trotted over to sit at Maggie’s feet. “Suppose that’s why I kept it.”

“You missed me?” she arched a brow suspiciously.

“Missed you when I left.” He chuckled darkly, a heat rising up his cheeks.

“Then-” sitting upright from her perch, Maggie could feel a tightening at the center of her chest. She craved the answers he’d failed to give.

“Don’t. Please, don’t do this to me.” One hand pushed through thick locks.

“Don’t do this to you?” Pupils dilated in the lowlight, eyes wide with incredulity. “You left me in the middle of the night, Elias. Without an explanation. I deserve to know why. Even if it hurts.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Maggie.” Hands were shoved into pockets as the man padded across to an armchair.

“Too late.” She chided blearily, voice crackling as tears dripped down the curve of her nose. “It would have hurt less if you jammed a knife through my carotid.”

“Mags…” he warned, feeling sorrowful fingers of rage seep into his brain. Why open old wounds? Of course, he knew she deserved that much. But he wasn’t ready to relive the burgeoning grief again. “I was scared, alright?”

“Of me?” her heart rattled against her ribs. Had she driven him away? Was this her fault?

“God, no.” he sighed, rubbing at his eyes; anything to quell the moisture. “You’re my everything. But there was this part of mind convinced that you’d never be completely happy with me.”

“What if you’re the reason I was happy?” she bartered desperately, considering pulling him into her arms. But Maggie deigned to stay strong, if only for a second.

“Maggie, I’m a mechanic. You’re a beautiful, intelligent woman: you deserve better. Someone that can give you everything.” A long finger rubbed at one temple.

“I’m a nurse.” She countered, “It’s not like I crave a luxurious life you can’t provide. I’d never expect that.”

“People change their minds.” Elias sighed, feeling bile creeping up his throat; why was he trying to sabotage himself?

“Don’t you dare decide my future for me. I’m not a child.” The woman spat, “I know what’s best for me.”

“You’d get bored, don’t worry.”

“What about everything we shared? What about everything back in Vietnam? The future we dreamt of?”

“That was different.” He added dryly, a mixture of rage and grief simmering in his chest.

“How?” she was desperate now, trying to find any point of reason.

“We were at war!” he roared, frustrated and incensed. “Sometimes words are just words to get you through another day. I didn’t think I’d actually get a chance to have a life with you.”

“Everything you said in Hawaii was all a…a lie?” Holding back a sob, the woman hugged herself. Did their time together mean absolutely nothing?

“No,” he sat on the edge of the chair, elbows rested on either knee. His own eyes began to glisten, soul shattering as he continued to push the love of his life away. She didn’t deserve this, to be berated and hurt even further yet. “It meant the entire world. I just-”

“This was a terrible idea.” Shaking hands wiped at blotchy eyes. Struggling to get her coat back on, a tearstained face shook sadly as Maggie ambled up to her feet. “I should go.”

“You didn’t drive.” He was on his on feet in an instant scampering after her as the front door was reached. Maggie pulled at the forlorn suitcase as the door was opened. Elias pushed the door closed.

He couldn’t lose her again.

“I’ll get a cab.” She turned around, realizing he was a foot away from her. It gave her a moment to study him. Tears had fallen down sharp cheek bones, trail sparkling from bloodshot eyes to the top of wide lips. She’d been sobbing so hard she hadn’t noticed he’d been doing the same.

“A cab? At ten o clock in rural Wisconsin?” He snorted, wiping at his nose.

“The city isn’t that far away; I’ll hitch.” Bloodshot eyes dropped shyly, studying slatted hardwood floor.

“Over my dead body.” Their eyes met in a heavy silence before a weathered palm was sliding over a soft cheek. “I’m sorry, about everything. Leaving you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”

She reached up to wipe another tear away, grinning blearily before pressing her lips to his. Colliding like a meteor to earth, Elias allowed himself to devour her as he’d craved for so long. Soft as suede and sweet as sugar, he allowed himself to drown.

Maggie’s coat was pushed away as they grappled at each other. Small fists knotted in the collar of a flannel shirt as his own hands drifted to the small of sweater sheathed back. Slowly leading the way back into the meager dwelling, his mouth dropped hotly to a hard jawbone.

“Please,” she whimpered as his lips left a fiery trail of kisses down the column of a creamy throat, “Promise you’ll never leave me again.”

“Oh, Mags…” he murmured against her, slowly rising to meet her gaze once more. “I promise.”

Then he was guiding her into the bedroom, hand soft against his own. All he could imagine was making up for lost time as the door was pushed close with a thud.

……

Bodies latticed in moonlight, Maggie sighed contently as Elias brought his lips down each wrung of her spine before working his way back up to a head of wild curls. Her back was pressed to a solid chest, both draped in a sheet. Mouth resting on the curve of one freckled shoulder, a weathered hand slowly glided down a bare arm before enveloping the small hand laying limply on the mattress.

“I don’t deserve this.” he sighed into the crook of her neck.

“It’s not about what we deserve,” Maggie added sagely, eyes fixated on the heavy hanging moon. “It’s about how we feel. And I’ve always known how I’ve felt about you.”

“Tell me,” Elias pried, needing to hear the answer. Maggie grinned brightly over one shoulder, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “Please.”

“I’ve always loved you.”

“Bullshit,” he grinned before burying his face in strawberry waves. She watched him for a moment, comfortable and at peace.

“It’s true, my sweet soldier.” Her voice was hardly a whisper, only to be met by another.

“Love you too, wild child.”

#fanfiction #otp fanfiction #otp: dog tags and flower crowns #maggie x elias #platoon 1986 #grave bound

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unbecomingsposting · 1 year

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As someone who literally came over to tumblr bc of the woso twitter toxicity & the amount of hate that Son was getting when they cancelled her, it’s so funny/weird to see people like her on Twitter again. Like they have been on her fucking neck since it happened. It hasn’t mattered how much better she has become as a player post WC to them.

The people that dung up those tweets do not understand that that is how our generation was on social media at that age. Like blatantly making fun of ourselves, doing dumb shit, and not realizing that it might matter one day. Friends followed friends. No one I knew really followed strangers then. You just didn’t think any of it mattered. To act like people are unable to grow into better people post-HS is insane.

yeah i’m around her age and like. i’m not denying that her twitter from 2010 or 2011 doesn’t contain some casual racism and casual xenophobia. and obviously those are not good things to say. but it was also over a decade ago…during a time when these things were not only completely normalized but in fact were things you basically had to say to be considered normal or cool by people your age…for someone that age to not only recognize what they were saying was bad but also to say so out loud would have been extremely surprising and also would have resulted in them being immediately ostracized by every one of their friends. this wasn’t even a white girl thing back then, it was everyone. the indian kids i went to high school with said “that’s so gay.” the white boys made 9/11 jokes. ppl just were not in any way socially conscious and pre-college you’re basically a product of either 1) your parents, who mostly are more conservative than whoever the present generation is or 2) your internet usage.

from 2010-2013 you didn’t…use the internet the way people do now. you were not getting fucking educated on prison abolition or systemic racism or transphobia on 2012 twitter. that’s just not what it was used for in any way. idk. i think it’s all stupid. esp when it’s aimed at someone that the “woke favs” like rose, andi, crystal (which, lol at this point with pierre), lynn, midge, pinoe, christen, tobin all adore. like, they LOVE her. do you think lynn or midge or christen would be like that about her if she was a nasty little racist? no. be fr.

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Road to WC 2023 bay-bee. Time is an illusion.

USWNT v Haiti

Casey Murphy - called upon, came up BEAUTIFULLY and also pleased the goal post gods. I’ll take that defensively all day.

Nervy day for typically v collected center backs. Becky with some wonky positioning leading to those dangerous plays. And Alana completely asleep on the play where Murphy had to come save the day. If they can get back to usual, this is the game I’d rather have that happen so… whatever. This certainly does not change my trust in either of them.

Miss Emily Fox, exiting the national team and soccer altogether to become a water bottle model. Okay but for real, aside from the PK, she had a good game. Making good passing connections with her side to create offensive pushes. But her and Kelley both were out of position more than usual because they would move centrally or up and then because the game was so slow, they were almost lollygagging back.

Kelley. My god I thought those studs went to her head. Not that visible cleat marks immediately is a good thing, but shit. Def a red though, that was dumb. Her cross to Alex was lovely and felt really 2019 and that is what we need.

Sofia. So good. Limited minutes, but does what does. There is no level drop, she’s so solid.

Andi. Bri Scurry is saying it as I type this. She just needs to work with the center backs and have them all get on the same page. She had a good physical game and put her body on the line a lot. But wasn’t able to make the connections like she should have.

Lindsey. That fuckin knee. To be fair, I felt like she was less apprehensive than in the last Colombia games. And to make it weirder, she played harder and more aggressive AFTER getting fouled and having that scary moment with the knee. I want more aerial presence from her like usual. She feels like this weird limbo, wanting to help out the 6, and playing more offensively.

Rose didn’t find her stride this game. She had to play defensively a lot which doesn’t let her open up. We kept going wide and weren’t finding spaces in the middle to utilize her. I’m okay keeping her fresh and not overdoing it off the bat.

Sanchez did well coming in with energy and was absolutely getting in the right spaces. Her little flicks and tricks weren’t going to the right spaces but I LOVE the attempts.

Kristie, finally giving us some long balls. Idk why she seems to be the only one who can do that. She was putting players on the ground and not taking any shit. And her cross to Miiiidgeeeee!!!

Sophia…. Whatever she has an injury with, her quad or hip flexor, whatever was wrapped…. BIG NO THANK YOU. It was affecting her play and she was not herself. At all.

Mal had an okay game. She had some really great runs with the ball but her final pass was failing her. But she felt solid and her assists to Alex was great.

Pinoe was fun to see and her offsides assist was fucking amazing. She plays with joy as she nears the end of her career and I’m soaking it all up.

Midge!!! You know WHAT? She was not great when she came in. And she did not mind. She grew into the half and she did awesome. She beat defenders, she started strong offensive plays, and you know, I’m gonna give her two goals because she scored twice in my book. I REALLY LOVE IT.

And ending with Alex, because WOOOOOOOO! All three goals (including the offsides one,) were fucking SICK. It felt familiar and wonderful and I’m all for her going off in this tournament.

I’ll take the W, on to the NEXT. (Okay but also I still feel a slight off vibe with the team and I would love if the gals got together, without coaches, and worked on that together.)

#uswnt #casey murphy #becky sauerbrunn #alana cook #Emily fox #kelley o'hara #sofia huerta #andi sullivan #Lindsey Horan #rose lavelle #Kristie mewis #ashley sanchez #Sophia smith #Mal pugh #alex morgan #megan rapinoe #midge purce

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