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jamiesfootball · 1 month

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i would LOVE to see what you do with “when will you learn?” for the prompt drabbles MWAH

All Rebecca had texted her mother that morning was, "Hope things are well [heart emoji]."

And then this shit.

"Again?! Mother, that's the third time this month."

"You know your father. He just gets a bit whimsical when things are going well."

"No. He's trying to buy you back. That's what he's doing."

"Well, they've all been lovely gifts!"

"Of course they are, mother. Because he's a miserable, shriveled up cock who thinks he can buy your affections because you let him get away with it."

"I'm not naive, Rebecca. I know exactly what kind of man your father is. You're the one who seems to need the reminder. Honestly, Sausage, when will you learn?"

"Argh!" Rebecca smashed at the middle finger emoji, the frustration only growing when she hit a pink heart instead and her handbag slipped out of her arms. "Shit!"

"Um. Everything alright?"

Rebecca swiveled on her heels; her coat slipped off, fluttering to the ground to join her handbag.

Standing next to his car, Jamie Tartt watched wide-eyed as his boss made a silly little fool of herself.

Perfect.

"Here, I can get that for you," he offered, already jogging towards her before she could respond.

Rebecca closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Thank you, Jamie. Sorry, this whole morning has been a disaster."

"Not a problem," he insisted. He picked up her coat and, in an oddly solicitous gesture, gave it a little shake before holding it and her handbag out towards her with a formal, "Here you go, Ms. Welton."

"Rebecca, please," Rebecca corrected out of habit. She shuffled the items in her arm, trying to figure out how to free a hand. She had her keys, her scarf, a briefcase-styled handbag that she hadn't had the time to swap out that morning but that didn't work with the outfit she had on, her gym bag because Keeley insisted they move Pilates to after lunch this week, a to-go cup she'd impulsively asked the driver to stop for-

Her phone dinged. She jumped, nearly dropping the whole lot of it on the ground. "Shit."

"Do you need to get that?" asked Jamie. As if anticipating standing in for her coatrack, he carefully clutched her coat and the handbag that did work with her outfit against his chest. It did not match his iconography at all.

Rebecca waved him off. Flicking her phone over to silent, she complained, "No, no. My mother's just lost her fucking mind this morning."

She attempted to juggle everything again. Eventually, she noticed the silence. When she looked up, she found him staring at her uncomprehendingly.

The thing was that between Keeley's love of girl talk and the promotional materials Jamie regularly did for the club, Rebecca had an entire encyclopedia of knowledge about him stored in her head that she'd never even asked for. Jamie Tartt. Richmond's newly returned striker. Debuted at eighteen. Preferred whites over reds, evening showers, and knew a surprising amount about high-end cars. He also, somehow, regretted none of his tattoos.

It just felt like she already knew him.

Meanwhile back in reality, they'd only spoken a handful of times, and most of that had been contract negotiations and welcome schmoozing.

Probably not a good icebreaker then- maligning one's own mother at half-eight in the morning.

"Not that I speak to her like that," said Rebecca, the need to defend herself overriding any foot-to-mouth filters. "She's just been going through a rough patch with my father, and I think she's being stupid."

Well done, Stinky.

"Right. Um." He opened his mouth. Closed it. Held his arms out and asked, "Do you want help carrying all this in then?"

Gratitude filled her chest at the change of subject.

"Yes. That would be lovely, thank you."

Jamie smiled, lips and opinions kept tightly to himself. He popped off ahead of her to grab the door. With one more glance down at her phone, Rebecca found that at least one heart had flung free, sailing itself into her mother's waiting arms.

Her mum had sent one back in return.

The walk up to her office passed in relatively painless silence. She'd always assumed -- from the everything she knew about him -- that Jamie would be more of a talker. But then in the handful of months since he'd returned to Richmond on a permanent basis, he'd made himself eager to please and keen not to make waves with anyone whose name wasn't Roy Kent.

This was bad news for Rebecca, who personally could have used a small wake to clear the embarrassment lingering in the air. Where was Ted when you needed him?

Driven by mad compulsion and lack of Lasso, she found herself volunteering, "Really, I normally get on with my mother."

"It's alright, Ms. Welton. You don't have to explain anything to me," he answered. He chewed on the inside of his cheek. Then with a small grin, his eyes flicked towards her. "Besides, I wouldn't want to be judged on how I talk to my parents either. Doesn't make sense to judge anybody else on how they talk to theirs, you know?"

"Ooh, I like that. That's practically wisdom." She offered him her own commiserating smile. "I take it you don't get on with yours?"

Jamie shifted like he was about to put his hands in his pockets, only to remember at the last moment that he was actively carrying stuff. He settled for a half-hearted shrug. "I do with my mum, yeah. When I see her, that is."

"Does she live in Manchester?"

Jamie snorted. His eyes lit up. "Always. She'll never move either. Won't even let me buy her a new house or nothing. I tried to surprise her with a new car a while ago, and she asked me how I thought I'd be getting back to London with two cars."

"She sounds like a firecracker."

A fond smile broke out across his face, only to be reeled back in, dulled down into something wistful. "Yeah. She- yeah, she's great."

Without any flourish, he stepped ahead to open a door for her. She could see what Keeley meant when she described him as 'thoughtlessly sweet.' When he wasn't trying to push people's buttons, he was easy to like.

Not that he'd ever tried to push hers. Oh, no- she just hadn't liked him because Rupert had liked him.

Her heart stirred. That kind of behaviour she wasn't proud of anymore.

Pushing down the emotion knotting in her throat, she asked, "Does she have any plans to come see you play at any of our upcoming matches?"

"Nah," Jamie huffed. "No plans for any upcoming matches, no."

"Well then perhaps you should invite her." When he turned towards her with a question written in his furrowed, handsome face, she elaborated, "You know we always have spare tickets set aside for friends and family."

"I do know that, yeah." His eyes darted away from her. Some of the excitement faded from his expression. "Really, I appreciate the offer, but she doesn't come out to my games in Manchester either. She's good with catching me on TV when she can."

All signs indicated that she had hit a sore spot. She shouldn't interfere. Really, that would be the height of hypocrisy- her telling anyone what they should or shouldn't do about their parents. But with her hand gripped tight around the heart in her phone-

She was trying to do better.

Her mother had chosen gladly to stay in the ivory tower her father built. Rebecca might not be able to talk her into coming down, but perhaps she could convince Jamie not to leave closed a door that served him better open.

So she pressed, "How about you invite her to our semifinal match at Wembley?"

He froze up next to her.

"I know that we're playing against your old club, but really, it's a huge accomplishment for the team to have made it this far, and we wouldn't have done it without you," she told him bluntly. His ears caught pink. Emboldened, she continued, "And even if she doesn't care for football, I'm sure she'd love to see you. You can make a special occasion of it. Treat her to a night in London. I know two weeks is rather short notice, but I'm sure Higgins can help arrange some wonderful accommodations-"

"That's not going to happen," he cut her off sharply.

No. No, it wasn't a door at all. Rebecca knew that icy chill. For more than five years, she'd wake to find it haunting the cracks of her reflection in the mirror. Attention focused his straight ahead, not from awkwardness at the situation but in pure dismissal. Every one of Jamie's expressive features was schooled in position of bland indifference, a perfectly sculpted shell made out of a person.

Tower or not, he dawned his armour all the same.

"My apologies," she spoke softly. "I shouldn't have pushed."

They continued their walk up the stairs in silence.

When they arrived, he held up her coat and bag and asked in a nonchalant tone that bordered on boredom, "So where do you want these, then?"

It was exactly the attitude she'd expected from him at the start. Disappointment crawled into her chest and made a home.

"Right there on the tree by the door is fine," she sighed.

His brow furrowed. "Right there by the what- woah." He took a step back, eyeing her coat rack tree up and down appraisingly. "Nice. That's fucking mint, that is. You've got good taste."

A sharp laugh escaped her. "Why thank you. I happen to think so as well."

He hung her bag up. Then, gingerly, he arranged her coat on the other, smoothing out any wrinkles.

Guilt and care made for a strong mix at half eight in the morning. It would take a crueler person than her to leave things on such a sour note when he'd been nothing but darling company before she opened her mouth.

Willing to make a fool of herself one more time, Rebecca called out before he could leave- "Jamie."

He halted, already halfway out the door.

"I- apologise, if my earlier remark made you uncomfortable. I truly didn't mean for it. I only meant to say that-"

She took a step towards him. He stepped back, one foot out of the office.

Her heart felt positively chilled.

"The door is always open," she finished, defeat numbing her ears to her own pitch. Nonetheless, she perserved, determined to say her part even if the wind stole it away. "If you ever do change your mind, talk to Higgins. He'll see to it that she's treated like a VIP. Anyone important to you is important to this club."

A shadow crossed over his face; some dark presence moving in the tower just out of sight.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said cautiously. Then, as simple as snapping his fingers, he closed back up. The armour latched shut, and in it's place was the usual cocky arrogance -- the one she found herself growing reluctantly fond towards. He gave her a wave. "Thanks, Ms. Welton. You've been a help."

She frowned. Gathering the only name she'd never shared with disappointment to her chest, she shouted after him, "It's Rebecca!"

He was already gone, the sound of his footsteps on the stairs the only response.

#please someone take this away from me #I started this before I got sick and since then I don't know if I've recovered enough to word correctly #anyways #here's wonderwall #and by wonderwall I mean #Rebecca and Jamie have a brief discussion about mums #(while dads linger in the shadows)#rebecca welton #jamie tartt #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #writing prompt #technically #whump prompt #thought nothing super whumpy came from it #whoops

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fedoraspooky · 1 month

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The downside of having an old west gunslinger type character for a dungeons and dragons 5e game is that now i have to learn how the heck to draw guns

#not literally i mean like art wise lmao #I have a gunslinger lone ranger type construct character made out of wood and metal farm equipment and her name is Wheelbarrow #and i've been meaning to draw her but... 1) i have a lot of freelance stuff to draw first and 2) how do not make gun look like boomerang...#she has a revolver for range and shotgun for close up fights #and melee-wise she's got a built-in sickle that can pop out of her forearm like a switchblade #also after a boss fight that was a giant mimic disguising itself as a tavern #she got a guitar that's also a mimic as loot! it technically can be used as a bludgeoning weapon if need be- it's alive and WILL bite #she's been trying to learn how to play it but her performance checks have been pretty consistently awful XD ;#alas... maybe one day she'll master fantasy wonderwall...

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venx-art · 1 year

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BLOOMETH THE ROSE

#Final Fantasy #Final Fantasy XIV #final fantasy xiv heavensward #ffxiv #ffxiv art #ffxiv fanart #ravana final fantasy xiv #artists on tumblr #art #idk what else to put here #tagging was hard when i used this site forever ago #and it's still hard #anyway here's wonderwall #i mean ravana #i'll post more later #venx art

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pepperpixel · 10 months

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More petrigrof!!! First a set of pics I didn’t fully finish of these 2 in sexy sweaters. And secondly!!!! The last / bonus picture of a set of nsfw petrigrof I posted on my nsfw twitter! The rest of that art… is here. If you want to see it lol

#petrigrof #doodles #finally unprivating my n s fw twitter to post petrigrof p o rn….#pls don’t go over there if ur under 18 I will be very upset #anyway… here’s wonderwall gHG #the sexy sweaters… are because… I mean…. they’re nerds I had to draw them in the sexy sweaters ghghg #it’s the law #suggestive #if u follow the link it’s more than suggestive lol but I think the preview pic can just be tagged suggestive #ghgh I’ve never posted anything like this on internet without being privated shit is NERVE WRACKING #but I couldn’t… I couldn’t help it… I had to draw sexy petrigrof stuff…. I couldn’t stop gGHG #edit: added spaces between some words cuz…. I don’t wanna get killed by tumblr for writing the word p o rn gGHG #adventure time #betty grof #simon petrikov

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kindahoping4forever · 11 months

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Luke at Milan Fashion Week 17 June 2023

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misty-moth · 5 months

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My queue is nothing short of impressive right now 😮‍💨 and the amount of fics I still need to read in my drafts… but I reached 100 followers in the last hour 🥹 and I just… I have mushy feelings because everyone is so swell, and I’m stoked that I joined you all here.

#i have no gifts to bear for reaching 100…#i mean i can give out 100 forehead smooches #that’s my specialty #anyway here’s wonderwall

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ardentpoop · 1 month

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nothing funnier than ppl insisting that jensen “good ol boy” ackles was waging war at the cw network’s corporate headquarters to put dstiel crumbs on your tv screen for the approval of unimaginative white gays the world over

#jensen 1 million times: dean straight. cas is fine i guess lol. anyway here’s wonderwall #the fans: he is sending us coded messages ☝️#sorry for being mean it’s 11 PM im starting my Bitch shift

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kurtsascot · 1 month

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should wonderwall ever make it in the official klueless playlist bc that song is so blaine but its turned into a joke song…….

#klueless #does it fit the tone or is it too hokey #or is it just hokey enough i mean…..the fic IS campy……#personal #the amount of 90s songs that have turned into memes makes crafting this playlist surprisingly hard #but kurt IS his wonderwall

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Hi! Would you do something soft for your Fic „Passing Notes“? The soulmate au was just amazing and underrated! ❤️

"That can't be him."

"Nah, can't be," Druig murmured in agreement with Dane, also leaning around the corner to peek at the one person already seated at a table for six people. "Right?"

"Right," Dane mumbled, crouched down next to the younger man. He worried his lip as he stared at the man with his phone in his hands. "Can it?"

"Mm," Druig sighed, pulling back on his skepticism. "Kari did say he was supposedly a big guy."

"She hasn't met him either?" Dane asked, referring to his own testimony from Sersi also being third hand.

Druig shook his head. "T's been secretive about 'im, far as I can tell. This is the first the girls are meetin'im too. They said they've peeked at some pictures of 'em together, though."

"On Thena's phone?" Dane couldn't help but ask, his disbelief clear. Thena wasn't really a...picture taker. Druig just nodded. It was hard to imagine Thena as being so infatuated as to take couple photos with her new partner, soulmate or not.

"Guess we'll have to see for ourselves, mate," Druig tugged at his leather jacket before straightening up. He sniffed and twitched his nose, as if preparing to go intimidate the mountain of a man waiting for them and their respective partners.

"Right," Dane followed with only some reluctance. Perhaps the large gentleman was very nice. According to Thena, he was sweet, although Dane had some trouble reconciling how a person as frightening as Thena could find someone who had no terrifying qualities themselves.

He - Gil, apparently - looked up and offered them a sheepish kind of wave.

"How ye doin'?" Druig nodded as a form of greeting as they arrived at the table. "Druig--I'm Kari's."

"Dane," he leaned forward to offer his hand much more formally than Druig's greeting. "I'm Sersi's partner."

"It's great to meet you guys," Gil smiled widely, although his nervousness hadn't quite left him completely. "I've heard all about you."

"Good things, I hope," Dane chuckled in light conversation. He felt just as nervous as the man across from him, and he wasn't meeting anyone for the first time. "We've heard about you as well."

"As much as the girls can get, that is," Druig amended as he pulled out a chair and immediately slouched down lazily in it. "I'm surprised we're even meetin' you, to be honest."

Dane gave Druig a look.

But he just shrugged, hands still in his jacket pockets, "T's never really been one to mix her different circles."

But Gil wasn't intimidated by the vague and slightly defensive statement. He smiled, "yeah, I guess that's Thena. I was surprised when she suggested I join you guys, too."

Dane fidgeted with his napkin on his lap. "H-How's the cookbook business going? That's how you met, I hear."

Gil tilted his head, as if already catching some of Thena's habits for himself. He let a dreamy kind of smile warm him from the inside out. "Yep--walked right into her office and discovered the mark on my shoulder wasn't bullshit after all."

Druig raised a brow at him, but didn't interject.

"The book's almost ready to print, so she tells me," Gil continued, coming out of his shell a little more so long as Thena was the topic of discussion. "I tried to convince her to be in some of the photos but she said that would be silly."

Dane couldn't help but smile at the slight pout on Gil's face. It was such an innocent expression in contrast to the biceps bulging in his t-shirt sleeves as he crossed his arms.

"T acts like she's allergic to fuckin' photos," Druig snorted out a laugh. He gave Gil a curious look as he laid the bait, "at least with us."

"Well," Gil blushed faintly, toying with his phone in his hands as if itching to show them but holding himself back. "I've managed to sneak her into a few. At first they were just for me, but I managed to get her to agree let me use one or two on the restaurant's instagram."

Dane and Druig immediately pulled out their phones under the table to look.

"It's only--hey!"

Druig and Dane also rushed to stand as their girlfriends finally arrived together. Their greetings were brief and comfortable, although all four of them were watching from the side at the real point of intrigue.

"Hey, Handsome," Thena said ever so softly, probably only intended for Gil to hear.

He caught her hand en route to his, clasping it gently and bringing it up to his lips, "hey, Beautiful."

All four of her friends just stared.

"How was your day?" Gil asked still in a hushed tone, taking her purse from her and slipping her coat off her shoulders and over his arm.

"Mm, uneventful," she recounted factually, letting his hands trail over her without a hint of her usual resistance to any physical contact.

"Come get off your feet," Gil nudged her into the booth seat where he had been sitting. "I warmed it up for you."

"Ew," Druig commented liberally, only to get slapped on both arms by Sersi and Makkari on either side of him. "Oi!"

"Sorry we're late," Sersi fluffed her hair out of her scarf as she took a seat across from Dane and beside Thena.

Her fault, Makkari pointed out freely on the other side of the blonde and across from her own soulpair.

"Don't worry about it, we just got here," Gil replied blithely, not mentioning that he had been here long enough before Druig and Dane to actually secure a booth seat for all of them.

Thena's eyes rose to Gil's. He gave a positively tiny shrug, to which she replied with an even slighter shake of her head. Both messages got across regardless as she looked down at her menu. "What's good, here?"

"I've had the risotto before, which was lovely," Sersi leaned over, pointing out each item she and Dane had eaten before.

Makkari, from the other side of her, tapped the calamari, would you share some with me? Druig won't eat it.

Thena just nodded, to Kari's utter delight. She looked up at Gil, "hm?"

"Hm," he made the sound right back at her, almost as if it were an answer on its own. He leaned forward though, "you could try the mac and cheese."

The rest of the table traded looks (which they thought were subtle, and most definitely were not).

"I know, I know," Gil laughed, although Thena hadn't looked skeptical of his recommendation at all. "It seems simple, but I've had it here before, and it's surprisingly impressive for how it sounds."

"Go on," Thena nodded, happy to listen to Gil talk about his second favourite thing to talk about: food.

The rest of the table remained confused.

"I've worked with the guy in the kitchen now," Gil obliged, he and Thena staring at only each other across the table. "He makes the bechamel with smoked paprika instead of nutmeg, so it gets this smokey and really faintly sweet undertone. Then, while he makes the roux, he adds lobster stock instead of just milk, so it's actually pretty light for such a creamy dish. It's a little like marry-me chicken, in that sense."

"A little like what?" Dane blurted out.

Thena just nodded at the explanation, though. "That does sound lovely."

"I'm gonna get the balsamic chicken, so you can try some of that, too!"

Druig looked at Makkari, who shrugged. Thena wasn't really a sharer of food, either. One time he had tried to steal a a bite off her plate without asking and had nearly lost a finger for it.

"That's perfect," she continued to just smile at him as if they were the only ones present. "Thanks, Handsome."

The big guy blushed again.

Druig leaned back in his seat to look at Dane past Gil's back. "I don't think I can eat after th-oi!"

Thena made no apology for kicking Druig under the table.

#Passing Notes AU #thank you so much Anon!#I really do love it and I'm glad that you did too!#consider this an epilogue of sorts #since I really did mean to let the rest of the gang meet Gil #and then just never could get it to fit in this particular story #although in some drafts he actually met her while they were all there for it #anyway here's wonderwall #I love Dane and want to include him in more things #he's so funny #and he is also very sweet and gentle hearted #he and Druig here like that can't possibly be Thena's new boyfriend #and instead they meet the malewife of all malewives #Gil holds Thena's purse and her coat for her #he knows exactly how to secretly pay for them all without anyone knowing #they all protest but he says it's just this once so he could impress Thena's friends #Makkari is like your OUR friends now #😈#but Gil is delighted his girlfriend's friends like him #Thena is like of course they would #her and Gil making eyes at each other the whole time

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vlaakithswill-a · 6 months

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— x. @oflolth he looks somewhat wounded - not physically, which is what istvan might expect from lae'zel, but instead about as much like a kicked puppy as he is capable.

istvan fancies himself a rabid dog. istvan could not be more wrong.

" we don't have beds, " he says. gestures at his bedroll. " do you see, lae'zel? " his speech is very slightly slurred. " do you want beds? we could... there was that inn... "

"i see," lae'zel informs him. lae'zel has chosen tonight as the airing of the grievances. she will not adjust her approach to account for inebriation. this is not the lae'zel way.

stepping toward him, she begins her tirade. "you bear a fearsome countenance, yet you are as one dreaming." sharp sunburst gesture by the side of her head, talon fingers splaying. message: head injury. "you dither over cruelties a warrior thoughtlessly dispenses. this —" she juts her head at him. "this self-congratulatory drunkenness confounds me."

#episode title: the one where lae'zel realizes they have opposite alignments #subtitle: and is honestly? kind of rude about it #oflolth #but i mean #maybe #hes gonna be the one that saves me #cuz after all #he IS my wonderwall

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galeforged · 8 months

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{ ooc } Forwincore

#{ anyway here’s wonderwall 🎶 forwin — crack 🎶 }#{ ooc: i mean he lived in abyss so- }#{ I’M SORRY MY CHILD- }

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cattimeswithjellie · 2 years

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So I was making lunch this afternoon and I was singing in the kitchen because that's the sort of person I am. Kiddo, who is twelve now, came in to get his food and asked me what I was singing. "Wonderwall," I told him.

"Oh!" he said immediately, "from the Mumbo Jumbo video!"

"Well it's not _from_ there, but yes," I agreed. I have raised this child right.

"Yeah, yeah. So what does that song mean?" he asked.

"Um," I said.

Anyway, here's Wonderwall.

youtube

#hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo #wonderwall #oasis #if i knew more of the lyrics i might have a better guess about what it means #besides everything is confusing and messed up for both of us but I like you #Youtube

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todayisafridaynight · 1 year

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OKAY YOU'RE INSANE (AFFECTIONATE) FOR BLASTING THROUGH MY RECS AT THIS RATE NGL but I'm DELIGHTED you've enjoyed them so much thus far! Maiko especially, I'm so glad it helped turn your mood around yesterday! Definitely... definitely a movie... and I should rewatch it, huh...

Oh you talking about Tsutsumi and Papakawa reminded me, I found this image again... obviously he's cut off, but it's Tsutsumi's screen debut, so he and Nakai really do go way back! This was 1985, so this is just about how Jo and Arakawa would've looked when they first met, too. Wish I had a clearer shot...

It shouldn't be underestimated just how bad my brain will mold over something once I find interest in it 😔 BUT AGAIN thank you for reccing the movies! They were absolute fun and definitely my kinda movies you were SO right about that :]

BUT OH THEY'RE SO YOUNG CSI-Enhance moment on Tsutsumi in the back but damn.. that's insane that they've been working together for near forty years at this point....

#snap chats #god yeah maiko and reiji really are some of my favorite movies nowvjaelkjal i just love that chaotic energy they brought #my goldfish brain enjoyed it a lot...#where did you even grab this cap tho trying to find anything involving oasis wo motomete just yields wonderwall 😭☠️☠️#'look gary there i am' kinda shot ☠️☠️☠️ BUT ITS SOMETHING CAUSE I CANT EVEN FIND THE MOVIE POSTER #im prob just not lookin in the right places... either way... DAMN it still catches me off guard to see them in younger roles #i mean OBVIOUSLY they'd have played them no shit but still. so used to them in more recent things #on that note i wanna watch first penguin at some point... only vaguely related but the premise sounds cute...#OH and of course im always open to hearin more reccs from you if you ever got em !#beyond that tho... im hungry. kitchen's off limits so i might just drive to like ihop #i love their chicken 😩 going to a pancake house for chicken LMAO

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misty-moth · 1 month

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I didn’t realize how much I would love Kanetsugu’s route but it’s hooked me

#i figured i’d like him but i reeeally like him #and i mean mitsuhide just appeared on my screen alongside ranmaru…#and maybe that was the final piece that sold it for me…#kitsune man… swoon…#anyway here’s wonderwall

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pontevoix · 2 years

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tendou doesn’t do serious moments, by choice & by habit. he doesn’t do them except that he’s starting to learn —- & it’s a little startling because he wonders if it’s something that crept up on him with age. a part of him wonders minutely if getting older makes him more serious, if he’ll resign his soul to notions of rent & dues & business without even realizing. a part of him wonders if he’s stressed.

which isn’t a bad thing —- stress means something’s happening. but repeated stress is a different conversation.

pending. this is a pending conversation.

tendou starts to realize that he finds hellos to be synonymous with goodbyes. he likes for ushijima to go / to travel because it means ushijma will come back. he likes for ushijma to go / to travel because it means he’s going to do something —-

however, it’s an odd feeling to imagine that he’s technically

waiting around for someone.

tendou doesn’t wait. he doesn’t feel like he’s waiting. ushijima isn’t waiting. tendou thrives & builds himself as a businessman / personality & rejoices when ushijima happens to be home & imagines that neither of them are lonely.

ushijima travels with a team that doesn’t quite speak his language.

tendou comes home to an empty apartment / forgets to sleep in proper chunks.

they both realize at the end of the day that their schedules don’t quite match up, that they can’t call one another at easy times of day. which is fine, after all, because neither of them are much good with real conversations when it comes to conversing through the phone.

. . .

tendou has said a lot of things in the past few years, committed to their conversation, & still he doesn’t doubt a decision made. but restlessness in his gut hasn’t quieted all the way. he’s committed, settled in a home made for two —- &

the way they’ve progressed is hard to identify. sometimes it feels as though they’ve made it easier for themselves to stay in place —-

sometimes it feels as though they’ve made an unspoken agreement that they are secondary until ——

until something.

there is no blame; they are both complicit. it just accumulates with the casual understanding that their time will come, that because they do not doubt the decisions they made . . . they’re fine being on hold.

tendou is increasingly uncertain what that means.

pending. this is a pending conversation.

tendou worked early that day — he woke up at 4:00 in the morning, programmed the coffee pot to stay warm for ushijima, & worked a long enough shift that post-work afternoon nap lasts a little longer than he’s intends. he sprawls diagonally across the bed & tucks his head between two pillows & doesn’t hear

when ushijima comes home & double checks his bags for toiletries & the appropriate gear.

tendou’s not fully asleep just . . .

a little exhausted. still, he snaps to attention when ushijima murmurs that he’s about to head to the airport. tendou sits up in their bed & thinks that his alarm should have woken him a much earlier. the way it usually does. it’s confusing to wake up with evening light trickling in through the window, painting the room with something blue / something purple / something promising night.

. . . there’s no use puzzling over spilled milk.

tendou yawns & straightens a bit to lift an arm to invite ushijima to shuffle beneath his arm so that he might indulge in the embrace that permits a kiss &

tendou’s groggy enough that he can’t quite tell if this is hello or goodbye. he’s lost track. but still he presses his lips to ushijima’s temple first, then his cheek, & then his lips because:

‘ you’ll like me even if my breath is awful —- ‘

tendou drops back beneath the sheets & waves a hand. ‘ come back soon, ‘ the gesture translates.

hello, maybe goodbye: i’ll miss you in the meantime.

hale writes kisses | @pridewon kiss at dusk; goodbye kiss - tendou & ushijima

#i only edited this once sdfgsdf im sure part of it is not coherent bUT #dfiuhg #117. tendou #pridewon #anyway this is wonderwall #whatever a kiss at dusk means #1. question #6. drabble

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