Me when I’m a pathetic fucking loser with daddy issues

shiv's motivations for voting to pass the gojo deal are so layered and i don't think they should be dismissed in favour of any one interpretation. shiv desperately grabbed on to a lifeline for her relationship with tom. shiv was the deciding vote and she couldn't bear to hold the crown only for a moment just to place it atop her brother's head. shiv knew she would have more influence as wife of CEO rather than sister of CEO. shiv absolutely hated seeing kendall crystallize into logan before her eyes, especially when he made roman bleed ("and if we did kill him we get to go to bed") -- succession has always been about siblings so of course she tried to free her brothers before her child. shiv still thinks she can raise her child with all the material benefits of being the daughter of waystar CEO while doing better by her, whatever that means. and all of those things are true

This was my Roman Empire. Their reaction to Logan laughing. I’m a ball on the ground right now sobbing🥺🥺

this image has done irrevocable damage to me

Me: Oh my god Kendall Roy is so hot I have to have him.

Kendall Roy:

Gossamer Pt. 1 (Roman Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Roman

Word Count: 1,404

Inspired By: Running Away by Genevieve Stokes

A/N: He is so baby boy!!!!! I love him!!!! Anyways, I'm really happy with this fic. I've been itching to write for him and I am so glad with how this turned out. It takes place at Shiv and Tom's wedding btw! 💞 Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Gossamer Pt. 2 / Gossamer Pt. 3

He isn’t sure where to put his hands. They’re jittery, unsure, grazing the fabric of your best clothes, your back, your waist, hips, until you settle them at your sides. No words are passed between you. This, like everything, goes unspoken between you. Light, warm, his thumb rubbing back and forth. Be still, you want to urge him, no one is going to hurt you. But you don’t say a thing. Instead your head rests on his shoulder, taking in him. His scent (rich, sharp, something he must have stolen from his brother - unlike his warm, comforting self), the beat of his heart (frantic, like the wings of a hummingbird), his breathing (shallow, trying not to take up space). You sway as one, the dance floor almost empty. Everyone has gone or is going, grabbing their purses, their dates, one last drink. The groom and bride, along with the rest of the party, have retreated to their rooms, a loved one on their arm, buzzing with bourbon and business as usual. Forbidding that kind of talk, even for one night, would be sacrilegious.  Scandalous, as is this dance. Instead, you ask that he give it a rest for just one song. No trades, no deals, no patricide, nothing, just you and him. His features melted at your request, words leaving him in that moment, nothing but a small nod and a hand held out to guide you in response. Slowly you rocked, side to side, your hands clasped around his back. Beneath the suit, the wealth, the spokes of his spine welcome you with open arms. You want to see his face, read what he’s thinking about, but you don’t move a muscle. Too rarely do you get to do this: slow down. Be with him. Get him all to yourself. 

You know, if your father, one of his many wives, saw you, they’d go straight to Logan. Or worse, weaponize it at a later date. Blackmail you, or him, both. As if he can hear your thoughts, his grip gets harder. Needier. Not a lot, not a lot, but enough to notice, as if he’s scared you’ll flee. As if you’ll take off any second and leave him standing there all alone, his arms still outstretched around a ghost. You squeeze him, just a bit, before easing up. I’m not going anywhere. You made sure they had gone long before, escorting your father yourself, unsteady on his own feet. An army of empty glasses sat in front of him. Get him to bed, Wife #4 whispered, as if this was the first time you’d done this. Leading him out, not before thanking the bride and her father for inviting you. What was the saying? Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. Logan acknowledged the situation very little, but kept an eye on you all the way to the door. Ammunition. Your siblings off on their own, in their own collective worlds, leaving you to clean up the mess. The drink in his hand smashing against the wall, a fit of rage passing in seconds, mumbling a slur of words before closing his eyes, laying his head back against the pillow. In the midst of this, a part of you was glad you warned him not to follow. Too many eyes, too many to take notice. Besides, it was humiliating, picking up shards of glass from the carpet. His wife pulled off his shoes, not daring to look at you. It wasn’t until you’d found your way back did you notice a line of red pooling in your palm. Blood. You must’ve cut yourself on the glass. Fuck. He wasn’t supposed to be watching, waiting, but those puppy-dog eyes widened and you knew it was too late. Quietly, you walked to the bathroom, he just a few paces behind. It doesn’t hurt, the first thing you say, and then, it’s not even that bad. Reassure him. He works nervously, delicately, holding your hand under running water. 

It aches now though, only slightly, the more you flex it against his back. Anyone could have seen him, anyone could have mentioned it to your fathers or siblings. Anyone could have done anything, but that wouldn’t have stopped him. The sight of blood made him queasy, you knew that, and yet as the red blotted the white towel, running pink under the water, he was nothing but steady. Dads, am I right? You could hear him saying it now, that little chuckle of his added at the end, masking the shake of fear in his voice. You just shook your head, feeling stupid, silly. Childish. Had he aimed the drink at you? Missing only because he was seeing double. Had that anger been reserved for anyone or was it a general meanness? You shrug at the thought now, only hours old. It’s not worth it to fret. You rub your cheek against his shoulder, letting your head fall to the side. Back and forth, the world slows only for you. The chairs, the tables, the waiters cleaning up spilled drinks and dirty dishes. You shouldn’t be out in the open like this. Not where there are still wandering eyes. And yet, you don’t care enough to stop. Let them say whatever they want, this dangerous thought sits heavy in your mind. It won’t make him like you. It won’t make Logan like him. It won’t change anything, not really. They have their favorites, their toy soldiers. You’re extra. Spare parts. A scapegoat. Neither would let either of you take over, be daddy's favorite, so why put up with it? You know why, you think. For those few passing seconds of love and admiration that feel so violent it leaves a proverbial bruise. Oh, yeah. 

Gerri found you. His hand rests on your cheek, wiping a tear away. A stupid, fragile tear. You would have wiped it away, but you hadn’t noticed it had fallen. You could feel the warmth of his skin, cool of the bathroom air when it left. She managed something you couldn’t hear. He froze, not wanting to leave you, not wanting to disobey his father. Go on, you insisted, I’m okay. I’m just being sensitive, you wanted to add, though it wasn’t in your voice, but someone far angrier. Too sensitive. How many times had you heard that growing up? How many times had that been thrown in your face? He wouldn’t have agreed. He would have fought you on the matter, the only time he would have raised his voice at you. Gerri stayed back a second, looking you up and down. You came from a long line of cheaters, liars, drunks - worse. The only thing you had was your bloodline, your family name. That kind of thing bought you respect. Everyone expected someone different when they looked at you, as if they knew you weren’t one of them. A fluke, maybe. A disappointment. You could see her thinking it before she left, the door slamming behind her. 

His breathing has slowed, at least a little his thumb has stopped. He’s leaned into you more, letting himself relax. How badly you wanted to bottle this moment up, collect it, put it on a shelf to collect dust. Years down the line you’d reach for it again, reliving it as if it never stopped. As if the song never stopped. But of course, it did. And he was the first to pull away. Not unkindly. Softly, his grasp lowered until his arms were at his side. Then a small step back, until you were face to face with him. Those bright, sad brown eyes watching you, waiting for a reaction. You were the only two left. You gave him a small smile, a thank you, before quickly wishing him a goodbye. It was awkward, you were awkward. Too attached. Whatever you had, or thought you had, couldn’t happen. You could try to pretend it wasn’t important, that your fathers acceptance wouldn’t matter, but it did. You sensed that Roman felt the same way. So, you left. One quick glance back and there he stood, stooped shoulders, the last one left. How he wished you knew how badly he wanted to chase after you, make you stay with him forever, regardless of what anyone thought. Vow never to leave him again. But this was life, and no one ever said it was fair.

All he ever wanted was the world 😢😢😢

something about ep 2 Ken that is soooo babygirl....

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Peek-a-boo

⚠️ A wild Kendall Roy has appeared⚠️

what do you think would be the best way for the pregnancy to be handled? pure personal opinion

hmmm i'm honestly not sure, especially given that this season is rumored to just take place over a span of ten days, each episode spanning a day. but i'm gonna go unpopular opinion here and say i would be pretty fucking disappointed if it's just, like, an immediate abortion??? like idk what tv yall are watching but i feel like abortion plotlines are a fucking dime a dozen these days and maybe like one in every ten is anything approaching 'empowering,' even though all ten are framed that way. i think abortion vs pregnancy is often framed as a, like, sophie's choice for women -- do you choose to be a person or do you choose to be a woman? -- and it honestly just reinforces the exact same dichotomies they're claiming to break in my opinion. not every abortion narrative but, like... too many of them. so i'm wary lol

rest under the cut cuz it got soooooo fucking long!!

it's the same as with Strong Female Characters: it's not actually a well-written, empowering female character if her 'strength' is dependent on her complete and total rejection of her identity as a woman and every trait associated with it. we've created these, like, anti-feminine career women girlboss warriors whatever as a balm to the terrible hyperfeminized mother-before-all-else classic caricature of womanhood, but tbh, both narratives are equally harmful -- they're not only both still reinforcing the same dichotomy of, like, family/love/emotion/empathy/interdependence etc vs self/respect/rationality/intelligence/independence, but even reinforcing the valuing of the latter (the 'masculine' traits) over the former! by defining strong female characters as those who reject femininity, you're literally just reinforcing the idea that 'femininity' and 'feminine traits' are bad, weak, etc -- the only 'empowering' thing is that hey! women who act like men can be respected! except not really and they'll always be viewed as a woman anyways!

kind of got off topic but, like, that's often what abortion plotlines come down to in my experience -- housewife or career woman? man or woman? and i'm just fucking sick of it, man. like, it's one thing, obviously, for the world of a show and the characters inhabiting it to enforce these views and be judgmental etc etc etc, but it's so frequently driving the writing and narrative itself. i think that abortion plotlines can be good, but honestly? usually only when the character in question genuinely has no desire whatsoever to have kids, like diane in bojack horseman. because if a character is unsure, what typically happens is they'll get bullied into a specific outcome, and it's then framed as 'empowering' and about 'the right to choose.' if a career-driven woman maybe wants to have a baby but gets an abortion because she knows it'll ruin her career, that's not empowering! that's so fucking sad! why are we calling that empowering! that's just as tragic as having a kid because you fear the ostracization you'll receive if you abort! so. i don't know. i think abortion plotlines are really hard to do well because they always just end up oversimplifying everything and turning it into proof of how Strong the woman who got the abortion is -- like, sometimes strength is not getting the abortion. it's not like being a mother actually makes you weaker or lesser. so why do so many of the shows who claim to criticize that notion end up perpetuating it?

i think there's a lot of really fucking interesting stuff that could be done with shiv's pregnancy, and honestly? most of it isn't even fucking related to what happens with her pregnancy. it's just using that as a vehicle to explore layers of her character that we haven't been able to before, largely because she's been so vehemently obsessed with obscuring them. i've been wanting to delve deeper into shiv's relationship with her gender, with caroline, with gerri, with notions of femininity, etc etc etc for YEARS and this is the perfect fucking opportunity. i want to know what shiv actually wants. who she actually is, beneath the 'hypermasculine' veneer she's had to adopt to even be allowed in the room, let alone respected. like does she actually want children, does she actually want a family? has she only been against it out of fear for her career? or is it genuinely something she desires? how much of her relationship with gender is rooted in spite? who is she outside of that spite, and how far will she go to achieve it? will she have a kid to prove to caroline (but really to herself because caroline doesn't actually give a fuck she's gallivanting in europe with peter munion) that she can be a good mother? what does she even think motherhood should look like? does shiv want to be seen as a woman? does she want to be seen as a man who happens to be in a woman's body? does she want to be seen as a man? like, there are so many fucking interesting avenues to explore, and i mean, she's not gonna fucking have the kid in ten days. i hope they actually make the most of the opportunity this could present -- with the exception of, like, one scene, we've only ever gotten to know shiv through her relationships with the men around her. we literally know nothing about what she is outside of roy masculinity. is there anything outside roy masculinity? does she even want there to be? honestly, i've been a little frustrated in past seasons with how surface level a lot of the shiv stuff has been -- the others get so much internal depth, whereas shiv's characterization has largely been reactionary. like, she's usually just reacting to things people (read: men) have done to her. we know so fucking little about her life before the show! she has the potential to be like kim wexler level if they dig into her more and part of that is digging into her relationship with her gender because, like it or not, she fucking IS THE GIRL. like, that's her defining fucking feature: being The Girl. so let's dissect that!!

i know this was such a long rambling, like, non-answer lol but basically i guess i don't actually care what the outcome is of the pregnancy arc so long as it's handled with care -- so long as it's used as a means to explore the shiv we already know, rather than creating a new problem to understand instead. i think an abortion plotline is the riskiest because they're so frequently done poorly, i have no idea how a miscarriage would go but i do think there are interesting ways it could be done, and i can't imagine shiv actually being a mom but i think there's a lot to unpack with shiv even just considering motherhood. idk what the end outcome will be, but as long as the pregnancy plotline is used to expand upon shiv rather than punish her for her femininity or make some grand moral claim about The Correct Way To Be A Strong Woman, i think i won't be too upset. and i have faith that it'll be decent, honestly. this show -- both the writers and snook herself -- cares too much about shiv to do her that dirty. ....i hope.

POV you’re Logan Roy: your son has just performed a rap song to commemorate 50 years of you running Waystar Royco. He killed it. You go home and underline his name. He has what it takes. He’s a killer.

My legacy will be my greatest creation: Femdoll Roy

(the au where Kendall is a sexy sexy woman)

(ft Stewy as a butch woman cuz I can)