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I feel like I have to do a recap but I’m so emotional I literally do not have a coherent thought.

But.

US v. Netherlands

ALYSSA FUCKING NAEHER. #1 on the field, #1 in my GOD DAMN HEART. She showed up for us and she played like the best goalkeeper in the world. The control and calm and confidence. She is a treasure.

Rebecca Sauerbrunn and her TACKLES and her HEADERS and her CLASS ACT DEFENDING.

Abigail Bell pepper, I’m not in a negative mood so I will not harp on mistakes. She has been progressively better and I hope she’s kind to herself going into the semi’s.

Crystal Dunn. Out here with the SMOOTHEST tackles I’ve ever seen in my life. Worked her ass off. Saved us defensively and got things going. BIG LOVE TO HER.

Miss Kelley. I knew as soon as she missed the Miedema tackle that the fangs were coming out. She was ruthless, aggressive, and love her or hate her, held her own. (PK aside). And no concussion this time, g’bless.

SAMANTHA MEWIS. I’m sure her subbing was planned. She wasn’t totally out of her funk early on but god dammit, she found her stride. What a MOMENT for her to equalize. I could have cried. She basically KNEELED for a header. Love that Snacks combo. Love that for Sammy Bananas.

JULIE ERTZ. Another savior on a few plays. Idk how she is still going. 120 minutes after 2 full nineties and a 45, fresh off injury. MAAM. Take care of yourself. Keep being a T. rex bulldozer.

LINDSEY HORAN. Her fitness level is there. Whatever she is doing with that gym she always posts about, MORE OF THAT. Even in extra time, Lindsey was the first to track back, there was no let up. She connected with Tobin well and with Pinoe. Her finishing will come. She’s getting herself in the right places. I am staying POSITIVE.

ROSEMARY LAVELLE. Continues with the maximum effort. She is someone that will never give up, she’s going out swinging. No one can question her grit and her tenacity. Her reign of left footed bangers against the Dutch has been put on hold, (in regulation time at least. Her PK was chefs kiss perfect.) Rosie is having herself a tournament(!) and I am so here for all she has to give.

TOBIN. She’s building every game. She tracked back and she was making smarter passes. Tobin magic is still to come, I can feel it.

Carli drew lots of fouls for us and I can take it. She feels someone on her back and takes it PERSONALLY. Put in a good shift for us and allowed us to have a fresher Alex Morgan for the second half and extra time.

LYNN. LYNNIE. What a moment for her. What a STORY. She played with freedom, without pressure, AND SHE DID WHAT WE ALL KNOW SHE CAN DO IF SHE FOCUSES. Her and Sammy have a special connection and what a GAME for them to capitalize on it. Gorgeous assist. GORGEOUS goal.

Alex. My goodness is she so close to the lethal form the world fucking fears. She was making the runs, she had her chances. AND YOU KNOW WHAT?? SHE MADE HER DAMN PK. Rio redemption number one.

Pinoe. Sweet P. She doesn’t have the legs for 120 games. We know this. She knows this. So yeah. Mid-hit things we’re used to her nailing. Set pieces left something to be desired. But she put it all out there. She DID track back. And she did what she does best and she BURIED her PK. She’s a magical human.

AND THEN CHRISTEN. Thank god for meditation. I would have stolen that offsides flag and launched it to the moon. She’s itching for goals. And it’s always just INCHES. She’s a step back, and shit, watch the fuck out. And I know I’m probably not as proud as Tobin or as relieved as she was for herself. BUT THAT PK. That PK. CHRISTEN PRESS STAYED CALM AND PUT THAT BITch away.

Sorry to the Netherlands, you hate to see them cry. (I mean, I wanted them to lose but I’m not a monster.) Viv had a crazy tournament, but BYE. See y’all next time!

ON TO CANADA. NO ONE SPEAK ILL OF THE GALS (looking at you DvD.) DON’T UNDERESTIMATE THEM. LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO

kara "excuse me sir thats mine" danvers

You up? Alex Krokus

Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are simply toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren't inherently bad people, but they aren't the right people for us.

Daniell Koepke

Joining in on that ship dynamics meme hehe

A college au where Lena does the unthinkable: she forgets about her chemistry lab. Now Lena never misses a lab. She’s never even late to class. So when her lab partner calls her, asking where she is, her heart drops. She’d forgotten it’s Wednesday. How could she forget it’s Wednesday?

A glance at her watch tells her that she has approximately 10 minutes before she’s actually late, which is plenty of time to get two buildings over to the lab space.

The only minor snag is, well… lab dress code. Normally, that would never be an issue. She always keeps a spare pair of safety goggles in her bag, and she’d never deign to wear something like shorts or sandals to attend classes, like some of her peers.

But… some days, she’s just stayed up far too late studying. Some days, she’s barely staying upright by coffee and willpower alone, and she’s so tired that she couldn’t even be bothered to put her contacts in before classes. On those days, she’s willing to make a minor exception to her usually immaculate state of dress.

With her biomedical engineering midterm fast approaching, today happens to be one of those days. The skin tight leggings that she threw on before sleepily rushing out the door that morning mock her with the way that they cling. Honestly it’s not as if she planned to spill corrosives on herself, but she knows for a fact Dr. Kord wouldn’t allow her to walk through the door in such “lab inappropriate apparel.”

Ugh. At least, the tennis shoes she threw on are close-toed. She’ll figure something out.

And as she scurries through the chemistry halls towards the lab, that something presents itself.

She catches site of a blond girl in comfy looking NCU sweat pants heading into the restroom just around the corner from her destination. And really, she can’t believe she’s doing this, but her options are limited. So she looks the girl dead in the eye through the mirror and steels herself, as she firmly states, “I need your pants.”

“You… what?” her bewilderment is evident in her reflection.

“Your pants. I need them,” Lena repeats to the stranger, raising her chin, as if this isn’t the strangest request (read: demand) she’s ever made.

The blond turns around to face her, spluttering as she pulls at the straps of her backpack. She eyes the door behind Lena momentarily, before asking, “Why?”

Lena sighs, “Chemistry lab,” and glances down at her watch, a frown growing. “In two and a half minutes. And I… well…” She gestures down at her legs, sheepishly. “I forgot.”

Her eyes lock again with the blond’s and she momentarily forgets her fluster in realization that, behind dark-framed glasses, they’re a vibrant shade of blue. And determined, too.

Determined enough to usher Lena into a stall, and without a word, she heads into the adjacent one. A pair of sweats are flopped over the dividing wall for Lena to grab, and as she strips off her leggings to pull on the sweat pants, she notices the name ‘Danvers’ running down the thigh. It seems oddly familiar, but—

“So how long is this lab?” the girl in the next stall asks.

“Four hours.” The splutter from next door tells Lena that maybe this ‘Danvers’ didn’t necessarily think this through.

“Four hours?! Am I supposed to just… hang out here, pants-less, that whole time?”

And, oh, that finally breaks through Lena’s stress and embarrassment. “Of course not.” Laughing, she tosses her leggings over wall, and exits her stall to the sound of shuffling.

“Thanks for this, by the way,” Lena says as she digs for her goggles in her bag. “I really owe you.”

“It’s no problem,” the voice behind her says as the stall door swings open. “It may be one of the weirder things to happen to me, but definitely not the weirdest.”

Lena goes to laugh at that, but the sound dies in her throat and her mouth goes dry as she takes in the reflection of incredibly fit and well-muscled legs shifting under the tight material of her leggings. She has to swallow a deep breath and blink hard to recalibrate her mind.

But the girl immediately decimates the progress by twisting to get a view of her ass in the tight spandex, giving Lena a rather favorable view in the process.

“Don’t look too terrible, do they?” she asks with a grin.

“No.” Lena’s voice comes out strangled, and she looks away, clearing her throat before trying again. “No, definitely not.”

Looking for anywhere to place her eyes that isn’t on her savior’s well-defined (and now prominently-displayed) ass, Lena glances at her watch again.

Fuck.

“I should—“ Lena starts, gesturing to the door.

“Yeah,” the girl agrees, shuffling her feet and scratching at the back of her neck. And was that a faint blush Lena spied on her cheeks?

“I’ll, uh, get these back to—“

“No worries. Go, we’ll figure something—“

“—Yeah.”

They both pause, just gazing at each other for a moment, when Lena’s phone rings.

“Lena, where are you?!” a voice calls from the phone speaker.

Lena flashes the blond a last smile and a little wave, as she says, “I’m just around the corner, Jack. I’ll be right—“

She runs straight into her lab partner, who steadies her as she stumbles. “—there.”

“Thank god. You made it. I was worried I’d have to pair up with that moronic—“ Jack’s voice trailed off as he stared at her, mouth agape. “Are you… Why are you wearing Kara’s sweats?”

“Who?” Lena’s brows furrow.

“Kara. Kara Danvers. NCU’s star soccer player? She as in that game Sam dragged us to.” A smug grin spreads across Jack’s face. “I knew it! I knew you were lusting over her! You spent the whole time staring.”

Danvers. That’s why the name sounded familiar. And, now that she thought about it, the face too, though she hadn’t worn those glasses that hid half her face during the game.

“God, I can’t believe you’re sleeping with Kara Danvers. I can’t wait to tell Sam.” Jack sounded far too gleeful about the whole situation.

“We’re— I’m… I’m not— We’re not—“ Lena struggles to get any words out to explain the situation. But images of the blond… Kara… in her leggings spring to life in her mind, and Lena quickly realizes she wouldn’t be opposed to it being true.

“Lena. Darling. You got in her pants. Literally.” Jack smirks, and a blushing Lena just shoves him towards the door.

“Just get in the fucking lab.”

In honour of Cody’s recent comment. U right Legend.

All jokes aside, I think it's pretty incredible how they still have such hearteyes for each other after that many years

i think thats my favorite part of it all, how they genuinely seem to be crazy in love with eachother like some soulmate shit .. as cheesy as it sounds .. i just love love, ok? lol they give me hope

Pinoe: So, what’s it like dating Christen?

Tobin: One time, I asked her for water while she was pissed at me and she brought me a glass full of ice and told me to wait.

Tobin: I love her.