Azerbaijan coach Robert Prosinečki made 49 appearances for Croatia, scoring ten times. He and current Croatia boss Niko Kovač featured together for the national team from 1996-2002 – notably at the 2002 FIFA World Cup finals. Both coaches were born in Germany.
When I was in my early 20s, I had a horrible HORRIBLE crush on this guy who told me I was beautiful and funny and talented and smart so I asked him out and he accepted but invited OUR BOSS along, too. It was one of the shittiest feelings i ever had and he ended up dating a coworker of ours who wore her grandmother’s clothes and not cool vintage shit but like old lady polyester blouses with bows.
Today he’s divorced from an employee he knocked up (not the grandmother-clothes-wearing bitch) who ended up cheating on him, he has two troubled kids, is a failed business owner, is balding, has no money and has a bad reputation in the advertising community.
I am happily married 95% of the time, have a great kid, and friends, coworkers and clients who love me.
So why when he posts a pic of his new girlfriend on FB do I feel like I have a knife in my heart? My life has turned out infinitely better than it would have if we had ended up together. We probably wouldn’t have lasted and I would have more than likely come out of it damaged in some way. And I don’t have any interest in him now.
I don’t know. It’s just a really odd feeling, like I’ve been turned down again even though there was no turning down going on in 2015.
“Mr. Lee!” A deep voice yanked Soohyuk from his slumber. He jolted in his sit, looking up to make eye contact with him stone face to professor.
Soohyuk broke eye contact to realize he and his professor were the only ones in the class room. “W-What happened to everyone?”
“I hope your nap was pleasent enough to make up for the fact you missed the last hour of class.” Professor Choi said walking to his desk, ignoring his student’s mumbled curse and scramble. “May I ask why my brightest student is incapable if staying awake in my class?”
“I…um… Just been really busy lately.” Soohyuk answered. It was the truth. He had to ask his boss at the diner he works at to increase his hours so his rent could be paid on time. Living alone in a new city was harder than he had originally thought, especially without help from anyone. Speaking of which… “Um… can I go now? I have work tonight…”
Professor Choi nodded. “Only homework is to read pages 153 to 210.”
Soohyuk did his best to hide his groan as he scrambled out of the room.
so there’s going to be an announcement regarding a big DAI DLC soonish, apparently? i’m assuming it’ll be about solas, or even flemeth, or both, but what i’d really like to know is wtf happened to hawke or alistair if you left them in the fade.
if it were up to me…
hawke probably turns into a dragon at long last and flies the fuck away. there. done. move along now.
alistair tho. he fights, he fights until he can’t feel his arms and his knees waver under his weight, and he knows he won’t make it but he never falters, taunting the Nightmare as the Nightmare taunts him, and he cracks jokes, weary, wary, finding solace in the simple fact that he still stands, more than a demon in front of him, his past and his future, and he pours everything he is into the swings of his blade, watching his foe wither, not quite conquered but weakened, and he remembers then, the rose, in his pocket, he remembers and he plucks it out and feel my thorns, demon, i will overpower you with my rosy scent, and it’s when it happens, a refreshing turn of events, and the Nightmare stills and alistair blinks and…
…wow, look at that dweeb, dimples in his cheeks, endearing, demons charmed, and he’s found days later, still worn but alive, sharing fine cheese with the Nightmare on top of a pile of dead bodies.
daniel and abbie ideal scenario to happen would be...
To be honest, I am spent exactly 0 time thinking about Daniel, so my first reaction was “a cordial yet professional superior-subordinate working relationship!” But if we’re going to go down this road, here’s what I want:
Daniel is awesome. Clearly he’s hot, but he’s also respectful of Abbie both as an agent and as a human. He takes her out for food that’s not Chinese takeout; they go to baseball games and he actually knows what’s going on; they share a love of bad detective novels and forensics journals. He’s everything Abbie should want.
He’s not Crane. And the more she’s with Daniel, the more she realizes she’s looking at Crane. And wanting the imperfections, wanting the mismatches, wanting the places where they shouldn’t fit but impossibly, they do.
What I do not want is dickish, jealous Ichabod treating Daniel like he treated either Hawley or Calvin. I want him to say, “oh. Look how happy she is. Look how right he is. I will give them their space.”
Until Abbie realizes that isn’t what she wants at all.
This way it becomes about Abbie, both being appreciated for who she is and then coming to terms with her own complicated feelings. Abbie’s romance with Daniel, should it occur, should not be about Ichabod. It should be about her.
Wesley trudged down the sidewalk from the girl’s dormitory, a box full of his cousin’s things in his arms. His eyes were red from crying, but hidden beneath his sunglasses, biting down on his bottom lip and barely made it to the closest bench. He took a deep breath and didn’t know what to do with her things, he couldn’t toss them or give them away, but keeping them in his room to see everyday would hurt even more. So he just sat there with the box on his lap, completely lost.