three championship points

everyone has a ship thats just: theyre perfect. they hate each other. theyre married. they havent spoken in 15 years. they have date nights three times a week. theyre divorced. theyre pining, its unrequited. its requited. theyre starcrossed. theyre meant to be. theyre doomed by the narrative. they love each other. theyve never held hands. they wont stop making out at parties. they cant look each other in the eye

the world cup makes you do unspeakable things like rooting for England for example

spain, listen to me, you have to in no uncertain terms, beat this lot in the final. do you hear me? you HAVE to beat them, don’t even think about losing. just beat them.

i cant fucking believe this match has me defending ENGLAND of all teams but here we are lol 😶😶

every single time something profoundly evil happens to me somehow l*utaro m*rtinez is involved

when i was born a witch cursed me with a spell called youve got work tomorrow. and its irreversible