Imposing as on the soccer field, with high heels black, jean and a gray bustier turtleneck, she fixed her eyes on hundreds of young people from the One Young World 2017 in Bogota who wanted to hear one of the most frustrating episodes of her career but which helped her to pursue her desire: gender equality.
Hope Solo, 36, defended the United States jersey with love and passion as much as possible. 1.75 centimeters of pure pride, is described by some of her fans, those who now see her far from the competitions after the decision of the Federation of their country to remove her from the professional team because of the differences that always existed between the two parties.
“It is difficult to receive the changes but we have to accept them in the best way,” confesses the athlete, amid a dry tone that reflects her authority.
Her childhood was not easy, because her parents had a home flooded with uncertainty and alcohol. Only little speaks of the subject, in her autobiography mentions that her father was in prison and that her mother suffered a problem with the liquor. For this reason she found in football her escape valve, her love and, more importantly, her life.
By her childhood she knows that the obstacles are to overcome them and that the goals must be overcome from the mental power and the heart: “Life gives you and takes you away. It is necessary to continue and learn to be happy. ”
And that fight revived in her when the Federation of the United States suspended her to defend the T-shirt of its country after the Olympic Games of Rio de Janeiro 2016. The deepest stroke of its race.
Hope expressed her disagreement because the women’s footballers did not receive the same money as the men, something that for her is illogical because they are also professionals.
Her three Olympic soccer medals speak for her. That motivated her to ask what for her companions was fair. The federation decided to suspend her for six months and she responded with a lawsuit that continues to this day.
“They wanted to shut me up and they got me off the team. I made my global cause and my voice took more force,” she said.
Hope, she only knows that fighting the current brings her enemies. However, she sends the message to the women of the world to follow their goals without fear.
"There is no need to be silent because that does not change anything. Try to change the situation, "she said among the applause of the young people who received her message as a teaching of life. "The dreams have to be pursued,” they responded to the smile of the American player.
This is fucking old But I remember that I did an edit of Mavis for what I was hoping she would look like in HT2 Like I get it animation is hard and shes a vampire BUT DID YOU HAVE HER LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME? Like I wanted nothing big I think it would have been wonderful that once she moved out to live her life and when she got older she started to look more like her mother grow her hair out dressed some what similar Her hips are a bit bigger because she going to be a mom Plus show that shes grown a little
Sleepy Heroes- What if Chat and Ladybug were too asleep to remember to detransform?
The akuma that morning had taken four hours to defeat. By the time we defeated it school was about to start. We both left in our separate directions, and I landed behind the school to detransform and ran to class. I fell into my seat and put my head down on the desk.
I felt Alta stiffen next to me, and I saw Adrien freeze in the doorway. Mme Bustier called my name out from the board and I raised my hand, keeping my head down on the desk. I felt someone tap my shoulder, and when I looked up Adrien was standing next to me.
He held out his hand. “Do you want to go outside to change, Ladybug?” He asked, staring at me. I suddenly woke up at the sound of my alter-ego’s name. I looked down at my hands and squeaked. I had never actually detransformed before I went into the school. I took Adrien’s hand and walked out of the classroom. We walked down the hall until we found an empty classroom.
“Spots off.” I said, and Tikki fell into my hands, exhausted. “I guess my identity’s blown now. Just don’t tell anyone else. I’m going to have to come up with some story to tell the class for why Ladybug was in our class instead of me.”
Adrien grabbed and hugged me, and I heard something squeak inside his shirt. “My Lady, I think the whole class figured it out. You weren’t exactly subtle.”
I shoved him away. “‘My Lady?’ Who do you think you “ I stopped and stared at Adrien, who was blushing and staring at his feet. “You’re Chat Noir aren’t you?”
He cheekily grinned at me and bowed in an over exaggerated way that only Chat would ever do. “At your service My Lady.”
“Okay, well, ummm…” He wrapped his arms around me awkwardly as I continued to fumble to use any words.
“No, none of that stuttering. I’ve literally seen every side of you. There’s nothing to worry about.” I leaned into him, hugging him hard. Chat-Adrien always knew what to say to diffuse my anxiety. “Do you want to go to class or back home?”
“Class. I need some semblance of normalcy, and time before I deal with my parents.” I replied after a moment. “But I’m switching with Nino and you’re dealing with Chloe.” “You must be kitten me My Lady.” He said, trying to use his best kitten eyes. “You’re throwing me to Chloe?”
I laughed and we both walked back to class arm in arm.
I looked over to Nino to say good morning and he was staring at me. I turned around and saw Alya filming me with a wicked grin, and Marinette who looked somewhere between exasperated and confused.
Mme Bustier called my name and I raised my hand. The whole class was staring at me now, even Mme Bustier.
“What’s wrong? Is my hair or makeup messed up or something?” I poked Nino, who was still silently staring at me with his mouth hanging open.
“Look at your hand.” Marinette said, her voice solid. I raised my hand to my face and flew out of my seat and out the door. I stopped only when I had reached the top of the Eiffel Tower, a place where I figured no-one would be able to find me. I must have caused a small panic on my way over, but I didn’t really care. All I cared about was that now my whole class knows my identity, and that My Lady’s probably going to be really mad at me.
I sat down on the steps and just stared at nothing, zoning out so much that I didn’t notice when someone landed behind me until her hand was on my shoulder.
“Kitty, why did you do that?” She asked. I put my head in my hands and groaned. The news must be spreading like wildfire because of Alya.
“The news must be spreading if you know.” I said. There was a flash of pink behind me, and I turned around to see Marinette standing behind me.
“The news actually isn’t spreading. I transformed in the front of the class and told everyone to stay silent, and then came after you. So I guess you aren’t the only one with the blown identity.” She was definitely blushing now, but why? “Alya’s gonna kill me for not noticing this before.” “Noticing what?”
“Oh, nothing. Just the fact that the boy I’ve had the biggest crush on for a year has also been flirting with me for a year! Are you really that oblivious? The whole class knows.” She stared down to her feet.
“We’re both stupid.” I concluded. “We’ve been sitting in front of each other for an entire year and we never noticed.”
‘If you want stupid you should start with the fact that you forgot to detransform before coming into the classroom. It’s not like we can make the whole class forget about either of us. We’re going to have to tell our parents at this rate.” Marinette tried to look down her nose at me, but ended up looking more at my chest than anything else.
“I can’t.” I put my head in my hands. “I can’t tell my father. I have no idea what he would do. He might even take away Plagg.” I started petting Plagg’s head. In a rare moment of comfort he bent up to my hand and purred.
“You’re father will be fine.” Marinette said, leaning on my shoulder and dangling her feet over the edge. “We’ll deal with him together. That’s a Ladybug promise.”
“Ladybug? I don’t see her.” I pantomimed searching and Marinette whacked my shoulder.
She stood up and transformed, and waved for me to follow her. She looked over the city, and I fell in love with her all over again.
“We need to get back to school, at least to do damage control. Are you ready to go back?”
“As long as I get to be by your side it’ll be purrfect.” I snuggled into her shoulder and she pulled away, throwing out her yoyo.
“Catch me if you can Chaton!”
I whooped and followed her, the way I always have and always will.
Please sue me if
you’d like… I am soooooo sorry. I know, I’m a horrible person.
But first, do join me
Not that I meant to
be messed up and all, but my past month was just.. ugh… but anywhooooo… on to
Btw, thanks for
nearly 500 follows! (T-T) Maybe this should have been a 500-follower fic… Thank
you all so much for the support and patience!!! I’m so happy to have such nice
people as you be part of my experience as a writer! You all are my inspiration!
Also, some facts
might be wrong xD I did my research randomly and some discoveries late xD.
Sooooo… forgive those.
So… I chose this end
out of 4. I’ll post the alternate ones in one go maybe. Or maybe not. The
alternate ones are either happier or sadder so let’s see how that goes… but for
now, I chose the first thing, the original thought I had in mind, which is
I REALLY want to make
you guys cry… Is that bad? I don’t think I’d be successful tho… : (
But I think I did
badly on this… it seems too strewn about and confusing… sorry if it’s not good…
She cared too much.
But there was a fact they both had to consider. One she realized, and one Akko
was about to know.
“I just wanted to tell you, you know. It’s not
like I expect something back. I just didn’t want to have regrets when I left.”
“That’s exactly why.”
“What are you talking
“You can’t tell me you
love me and leave me behind.” Diana looked into her eyes, silently admitting to
herself that there was a possibility to her returning these feeling, her gaze
intense, compelling, yet kind. “I don’t want to love you back if you’re already
dead. So you can’t tell me that if you’re not going to live for me.”
Ideal first pet for any skells of your choice? -anon
((I love this anon but Imma take out the ‘ideal’ part, hope thats ok
Horrortale- Believe it or not, they get a fragile, lop bunny. Sans picked it up from an animal shelter on a whim and now it’s Papyrus’s favorite thing. Since arriving at the surface he is much more aware of his strength and is very gentle with the furry creature that has grown to adore him. They take surprisingly excellent care of the bunny, pets were a massive privilege that no one had in the underground. Whenever they go to the vet(which is twice a year or more) they always get praise. Also, the Bunny’s name is 'Cereal’.
Mobtale- Papyrus finds a very vicious very aggressive injured guard dog while on the job and brings it home. Both brothers immediately recognize that the dog was abused and tread lightly. However despite its rough exterior once in a stable and friendly environment, the dog showed quite the affectionate and relaxed disposition. They name her 'Lucy’ and regularly shower her with treats, in return she is very loving and an excellent guard dog.
Gaster sans/papyrus- They ended up stumbling onto a sickly cow for sale, it’s owner apparently couldn’t get her to gain enough meat to butcher and she wasn’t producing any milk. Papyrus took her in out of the good of his heart and now he spends lots of time outside with her reading his books. She is much fuller now and often complimented on her beauty. This would never have been GasterSans’ first pick but her sweet and easy going nature makes her very easy to talk to and he likes to boop her nose. They love their cow very much.