daily matches


Daily Sketches 316-322/Huevember 11-17

Some Pokemon characters in honor of the new games. :>


And please God… It would really nice if Masche can score a goal today🙏🙌

May our goalkeeper have the reflexes of a cat and speed of a cheetah.🐆

May our defenders have the focus speed and strength of a tiger on the prowl.🐯🐯🐯

May our strikers have the definition and finishing that would make the best snipers jealous.⚽⚽⚽

May our midfielders have the precision and accuracy that would make Xavi proud. 💯💯💯

In your name we pray, 🙏 Amen

🔴🔵Força Barça🔴🔵

Afghans refugees watch the live broadcast of the Cricket World Cup match between Afghanistan and Bangladesh at a market in Peshawar on February 18, 2015. Born in refugee camps and nurtured in the midst of bloody civil strife, Afghanistan’s cricketers have reached another landmark on their extraordinary journey after making their World Cup debut against Bangladesh. After batting first in the match Bangladesh were all out for 267 runs in their innings. AFP PHOTO / A MAJEED

What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.
—  Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

anonymous asked:

Scenario where Ryoma's s/o pays more attention to Karupin than him!

Here you go, love! <3


You always wanted a cat but one of your parents was allergic so you tended to spend as much time with Ryoma’s cat as possible.

Right now Karupin was curled up on your lap, his purrs vibrating through your whole leg when you softly scratched him behind his ear.

You smiled to yourself when he rubbed his little head against your hand, urging you on to pet him more.

You stroked him for at least 20 minutes before your hand got tired. Karupin let out a tiny mewl in protest when you stopped petting him. You smiled at his cuteness and started to stroke his fur with your other hand while telling your boyfriend’s cat about your day – yes it was a weird habit of yours, but Karupin always seemed to listen to you and he was probably the cutest cat on the planet.

You didn’t notice Ryoma coming back from the daily tennis match against his dad when he leaned against the door frame, watching you with a raised eyebrow.

Ryoma had to admit that it was adorable how you cuddle his cat and Karupin was definitely enjoying the extra attention he got from you.

5 minutes passed and you still didn’t notice Ryoma’s presence until he cleared his throat. Your head snapped up at the sound and your cheeks darkened when your eyes met Ryoma’s – his cat-like eyes fixated on you.

“Woah, I didn’t even notice you coming back, Ryoma.”

Ryoma rolled his eyes,

“I wonder why. I’ll take a quick shower, if you need anything just take whatever you want, you know your way around the house.”

You nodded in response, but your focus was already back on the cat in your lap. Ryoma muttered some incoherent words when he left the room but you didn’t even glance up.

Once Ryoma came back from his shower you were still happily petting Karupin, the content smile on your face making it hard for Ryoma to get mad at the lack of attention you were giving him.

Again Ryoma cleared his throat to make you look up at him, but you only grinned at him before going back to playing with Karupin.

Scowling to himself Ryoma threw his towel across a chair, deciding that he didn’t mind his still damp hair.

He was able to entertain himself with the newest issue of Monthly Pro Tennis, not wanting to show his annoyance.

Only skipping over the pages it didn’t take Ryoma long to finish the magazine. Having enough of the situation Ryoma walked up to you and simply lifted Karupin off your lap.

You wanted to protest but before you got the chance Ryoma had already plopped his own head on your lap, his green eyes staring up at you.

Pouting you let his damp hair wet your jeans,

“I still wanted to pet Karupin!”

Ryoma didn’t seem the least bit sorry and only smirked,

“Well, you can pet me.”

You laughed, thinking he was somehow adorable and gently started to comb your fingers through his hair, the damp strands slowly drying between your fingers while Ryoma closed his eyes.

Fresh out of the shower the familiar scent of Ryoma was even stronger, the aroma slowly drifting through the room. You had no idea what he used, but whatever it was smelled like wood, grass and something you couldn’t pinpoint mixed with Ryoma’s natural scent  - you liked it.

Still playing with his hair you asked,

“Were you jealous that I didn’t pay attention to you?”

Ryoma opened one eye to glare up at you,


“I’m pretty sure you were…”


“No need to be shy, Ryo-chan.”

Ryoma rolled his eye, muttering another ‘No’ before he lightly pushed his head against your hand to get you to continue playing with his hair – the motion reminding you of Karupin.

winterda  asked:

CC prompt (if you're still taking them): E2 Snart, who has lost his Sara, meets post-Destiny Sara.

note: oh my heart….
dis: i don’t own LOT…




“I don’t get why everyone is acting so… Leonard?”

Sara Lance had noticed something after she’d woken up that morning. People were acting strange around her. She’d asked Mick about it and he said he’d noticed, too. They’d had it in their heads that as soon as they were done beating the crap out of each other in their daily sparring match, they’d corner the team that had suddenly turned them BOTH away from the Med Bay earlier in the day. Sara had a headache and Ray had cut her off, saying that he had the “perfect remedy” for that without the use of pills. Mick had gone down there to look for some disinfectant for a cut he’d gotten on their previous mission and Rip had popped his head out for a second to toss him the bottle before sending him away. 


They both had decided to storm the Med Bay. No one had seen them coming and the doors had opened and suddenly all the air had been knocked out of her lungs. He was sitting there, on the little bed, getting scanned. When she’d said his name he’d tensed then looked up at her, his blue eyes widening behind his glasses. 

She never knew he’d worn glasses…

“Sara?” He stood, bracing himself against the bed for support, before rushing forward. He enveloped her in a large hug and she felt his body tremble so she held him just as tight. “Is it really you?”

“Of course it’s me…” He stepped back and suddenly all the joy on his face fell and he released her with the saddest look on his face. “What’s going on?”

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Kristoff and Anna strike me as the kind of couple who would match their daily wardrobe with themes. Kristoff thought it was a bit ridiculous at first but Anna ropes him into it. And yes, she did try to coerce him into wearing a matching little black dress to go clubbing. (Also Anna strikes me as the type who would give “Hug Certificates” on anniversaries, birthdays and Christmas but that’s a conversation for a different day)

I’ve finished to write Chiara’s letter. 

“What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”

― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse