Karolina

Forbidding the iranian team coaches from entering the country and forcing them to direct the game from MEXICO through a tv

Players from non european countries being stopped and searched like criminals with dogs

Deporting african referees just because of their nationality

Forbidding interviews from being spoken i'm languages other than English and forbidding journalists and players from speaking their native languages

Sometimes I forget that Annalise has Stigmata as a flaw, typically cause I don't let her get that hungry...

On that note, enjoy a temperamental and hungry Annalise!

Dividers by @diableriedoll

The night had started off spectacularly poorly in Annalise's opinion. She had woken from her daymares with hunger pulsing in her fangs, and as she got ready for the night, a call came in. It was Zeke, and he just briskly told her to meet at the coffee shop before hanging up. She thought to grab a blood bag or two from Javier's fridge once she arrived at the Midnight Sanctum, but when she pulled up, the boys were already outside and they all just climbed into her vehicle.

Zeke had wasted no time in giving her an address and, on the way over, he told them what was actually going on. It seems as if some of the unrest about Savannah being unstable was coming to fruition. There were sightings of what some were calling a Sabbat pack in Decatur, so we were being sent to “investigate”. While investigating, she had called on the insights she could garner through her blood and felt her throat pulse with the need to feed on someone. But of course the area they were checking out seemed mainly deserted, so she could only hope this would be over quickly. She hated feeling like this and dreaded what would come next.

That was what ultimately led to Annalise’s current predicament, as she was slammed into the wall, an arm across her throat. She had turned a corner first and was taken by surprise when hands had grabbed her. Now two kindred were yelling at her coterie to “Turn back” or “Leave or the bitch gets it.”

Annalise was annoyed. Her coterie was staring at the men, seemingly making up their minds on what they were about to do and the two men stared back, not looking at Annalise at all. As if she wasn’t a threat. She reached for the quickness that lived within her vitae and sliced a finger against the sharp edge hidden on her whip that was hanging loosely around her waist like a belt. Her beast damn near roared its hunger and it rattled around her skull for but a moment as small wounds carved themselves into her forehead and wrists. She was ravenous. And pissed. As blood began to drip down her face and hands, she lashed out with her whip, red thorns made of magic hooking into the kindred who was holding onto her, and he howled in surprise as they were ripped away a moment later. He dropped his hold, stepping back to look at Annalise instead of the three men and found her staring back at him. Blood dripping down from the stigmata that ringed her head like a halo, hunger in her eyes, and she spit out, “I hope you have a backup plan, because this is pathetic.”

Dimetrodon practice

the "milkman" is a common figure in stories depicting a woman's infidelity and adulterous affair.

this implies that the ability to provide milk would both decrease the likelihood of a man abandoning his wife and children, as it would eliminate the need for leaving to get milk AND would secure that man's marriage, as his wife would have no need to seek milk from an extraneous source.

therefore, all men should produce milk, through various means such as:

- being a cow

- being an almond

- being a woman

- being a coconut

- being in the omegaverse

- being an oat

(list is exemplary and not finite)