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The Vampire Diaries → 1x18 - Under Control
#horrifically underrated look#elena tag#elena gilbert#elenagilbertedit#dailyelenagilbert#elenagilbertgifs#tvd#tvdedit#tvdu#tvduedit#the vampire diaries#thevampirediariesedit#tvdverseedit#tvdverseladies#nina dobrev#i cant tell if i like these or not#jennifersmindsgifs
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go listen to Red Scare - Then There Were None (1984) right now if you know what's good for ya
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#horrifically underrated I love u Bobbi Brat <3#my favorites are Last Request Red Rum and Looking for Why btw :3#Youtube#punk#red scare#hardcore punk#<-not really but that's what it's listed as#punk music
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i think one concept that’s so underrated is pussy inspection. when he lays you down and spreads your legs, instructing you to hold your knees apart for him - that’s your job. using two fingers, he’ll spread your lips open. he won’t do anything at first, just observe your pretty little cunt. your lips, your folds, your holes, your clit - all of it, gorgeous. his mouth waters. he’ll want to get his mouth on you, taste you, but he keeps his composure - for now, at least.
my pretty little pussy, he’ll muse, seemingly to no one but himself.
using one finger, he’ll start tracing. every curve and fold, rubbing under and between his fingers. he’ll prod at your hole, swirling around the rim and watching how it reacts to the tip of his finger - you’ll involuntarily clench, making him smile.
you’ll inevitably get shy as he spends an ungodly amount of time inspecting you and will try to close your legs, but he’ll wrench them back open with a stern look on his face. he’s not done until he says he’s done.
he’ll narrate to you, certainly - how pretty the color is, how puffy your clit is, how wet you are. that’ll be the most humiliating part of all. when he dips a finger a little bit deeper inside you to gather some of the slick that oozes out of you and plays with it, watching how the sticky liquid drips and spreads, strings out between his two fingers.
baby, you’ll whine, horrifically embarrassed, but he’ll only shush you. he’s busy. your only job is to keep your mouth shut and legs spread.
then he’ll start playing with your clit, touching it very lightly - not nearly enough for any sort of relief. he’ll push back the hood and marvel at the tiny bud and the way it throbs, rubbing the pad of his finger against it, even pinching it lightly. a smile spreads across his face when you mewl and twitch.
bringing in his face closer, he’ll close his eyes and breathe in deeply, taking in your scent. he might nose at your clit a little bit, the tip of his tongue slithering in. and that’s likely when he loses composure - when he gives up his little charade and dives in. his little inspection was only the start of the night.
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Thinking about how underrated the Foggy Swamp Tribe was in Avatar.
In the show they’re mostly played for laughs. They don’t wear pants, they have thick accents, they don’t seem to know much about the Northern and Southern Water Tribes. But they're a lot wiser than they're given credit for. Not to mention they're big dang heroes.
The Banyan-grove tree
Philosophically, the swamp is fascinating. Their home is centered around a banyan-grove tree, a cross between a mangrove and a banyan—two trees symbolizing life and death.
Mangrove trees are the nurseries of the ocean. Sea life migrates to mangrove forests to lay eggs in the protection of their murky root systems. Bato may look down on the swamp people and make a snide comment about them not wearing pants, but the swamp people are the stewards of ocean life.
Banyan trees are trees of death. The banyan is a parasitic plant that grows by latching onto another host plant, eventually choking the host to death. Banyan figs are also pollinated through death. Wasps crawl into the immature fig, lay their eggs, and die inside it.
So this tree needs death in order to live. And it can’t provide shelter and food for animals without the death of other animals. You can see how this cycle of life and death is reflected in their worldview—which is completely ride or die.
Everything is connected.
The first thing they do once the gaang stops attacking them is call them kin. They bring them home and treat them like family. And I think the swamp people really do see them that way.
They could have comfortably sat out the war. They didn’t. The war might not have affected them personally, but they still felt responsibility to help.
Death is an illusion.
They’re not even scared on the Day of Black Sun. They don’t seem afraid of death at all. They keep cat-gators as pets! For fun! Katara and Sokka are distraught by the visions of dead loved ones they see in the swamp gas. The swamp people live in the swamp gas all the time. Death is all around and they do. not. care. In fact, they embrace it, treat it like a normal, necessary part of life.
Sometimes I wonder what happened to the swamp people after the Day of Black Sun. They surrendered along with the other adults, buying the children time to flee. The swamp people have their own section in the crowd at Zuko’s coronation, so presumably they were released. But released from where? Were they locked in a prison for water benders like the horrific one Hama was imprisoned in? What happened to them in Legend of Korra when Kuvira harvested the banyan-grove’s vines? Where was their kin when they needed help?
#P.S. Fun Fact: Tho is the only person outside the gaang who correctly identifies Momo’s species (lemur)#Everyone else calls Momo a monkey#Tho calls Momo a leemoo#...which is played for comedy because of his accent#foggy swamp tribe#atla#avatar the last airbender
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hi i wondered if you could do some headcanons about tab And christenson
hey you! So sorry for the horrifically late response, Im back on my band of brothers fixation- thank you for your request!! <;3 - tw mentions of smut and 18+ content.
Headcanons with Talbert + Christenson:
Burton ‘Pat’ Christenson:
Ugh such an underrated character it’s so frustrating.
I feel like you’d see him running in his PT gear and omg you’d be soooo impressed.
would see you watching and literally smirk whilst he’s jogging.
lingers around after all the guys are gone, purposefully so he can talk to you.
probs brings up something cheeky like ‘I haven’t seen you around here before?’
‘You smiled at me yesterday.’
‘I was trying to impress you and be all cool.’
I don’t think he’s very cool, he’s so open and honest though, he just admits almost straight away that he’s been admiring you.
doesn’t like competition, and I think he could potentially get jealous easily- so if he see’s somebody flirting with you in the pub he sits sipping on his beer with looks that could kill.
of course he knows somehow this is wrong, it gives him an icky feeling so he never lets on that he feels any form of insecurity. He wants you to think he’s strong and impress you.
just run up to the man and kiss him fr, he’ll smile against your lips he’s sooo cute omg.
probs giggles when you kiss him, I just know it.
Pat’s got an artistic side but he doesn’t tell you this until one day he asks if you can just sit for him and he’ll draw you.
“what the hell, are you gonna draw a stick woman or something?” You’d giggle, he’d come over and hold your shoulders still, smiling down to you with a modest laugh.
“No. I promise I won’t.” He’s right. If Pat promises something he sure as hell means it also- he’s a man of his word.
so when he shows you this fucking beautiful portrait you’re left quite literally speechless. How can this big, tough man produce something so elegant?!
Worries you don’t like it so lies that he’s gonna run Currahee, stealing the notepad with him and scurrying off.
when you assure him you do like it, in fact you love it, he’s so happy, flirting with you that you’ve got ‘a good face to draw’. It just took a real long time to actually find him after he’d initially scurried away lmfaooo.
but no he takes such good care of you and he’s so protective, if he was jealous his jaw would tense and he’d give the other man the biggest death stare ever.
not that he’s easily intimidated tho- he’s a handsome guy, and very secure with you, I feel like his love language is touch so omggg when you’re together in the pub with the others he loves it when you put a hand on his, or his lap, his fav place is his chest.
he literally gets the shivers when you run your hand down his chest, I think you’d be flirting with him and you’d be holding so much eye contact that he’d just cut off what you were saying with a kiss.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”
Talking nsfw now, he 1000% compliments you so much during sex omg, like “you’re soo sexy.”, “you look so fucking good riding me like that.”
loves when you go on top and he can lay back and watch you, his eyes roll back and when he gets particularly close to finishing I can imagine him gripping your hips, panting and kinda has to tell you to either slow down (he doesn’t want to finish so quick) or praises you for being his good girl.
I dont think Pat would be too much of a risqué guy, like he just loves having sex with you in the comfort of a bed. Once you get to Germany and Austria you deffo make up for lost time and he’ll have you all over the different objects around the room.
Floyd Talbert:
I feel like it would be a friends into lovers arc?
tab proves to you he’s really not all that of a play boy, or the two of you grow super close and it just kinda happens.
like I can imagine him being all flirty at first, yeah, but then you two get quite friendly and Floyd ramps it down seeing as he thinks he’s been friend zoned. He has too much respect for you to flirt your head off.
the feelings are still there the whole time, and one day you just like… kiss? And I’m talking out of nowhere, your faces get real close one night after it’s been hectic and you two just kiss.
Expect Floyd to ramp it up again after that. He’s all yours and there’s no denying that, even if you have to hide it due to fraternisation rules if you’re in the army with him.
once you’re together he’s the type to be gazing at you from across the room, probably winks in your direction too.
the two of you literally go at it like bunnies, I feel like you’d need to make up for lost time of being friends for sooo long.
“I always wished I coulda’ had you like this, doll.”
“You look so good under me, don’t you? I should’ve made my move faster, huh?”
T even when you were friends, there’s a lot of men with not much respect about for women and he hates that. One particular night when you were ‘just friends’ some guy upset you and Floyd wouldn’t have it.
he chewed the guy out and threatened to ge physical, thankfully the guy left. After he’d just be bear hugging you and reassuring you- I think he’d almost let his feelings slip there and then, but I think he’d either get too scared or think it just wasn’t the right time.
deep, deep passionate kisses- especially when you haven’t seen each other in a while.
torn between taking you out on dates and just being alone with you, so you end up going to a bar or somewhere, sitting in the corner booth and making out the whole time.
speaking of which, Floyd has deffo fingered you under the table at least once.
I feel like if you matched his energy and did the same thing oh my god- he’d feel like he’d died and gone to heaven again.
“Jus’ like that, baby? You gonna cum for me?” Or, “doing so well for me, gonna make daddy cum, aren’t you?”
Yeah probs has a daddy kink and like 5000 others, although nothing too crazy, Floyd’s fav is just when you’re both naked under the sheets and he’s on top of you, able to wrap you as close as possible whilst he fucks into you. It makes him feel safe.
#Band of brothers x reader#band of brothers headcanons#pat christenson x reader#pat christenson#floyd talbert x reader smut#floyd talbert
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marauders hot takes
I'm at a sleep over and everyone else is asleep but I can't sleep so here are some of my marauders hot takes
I hate jegulus. I think it's wierd and disgusting. think about it, in both cannon and fannon james and sirius say they are like bothers, now why would you go and date someone you say is your brothers younger brother. also. regulus was a KNOWN deatheater, even before he officaly became one, everyone always knew he would. and james is the last person in the world who would go out with a literal deatheater
surrogate lily for jeglus is wrong wierd and in all comes down to misogyny. lily is one of if not the most important character in the marauders, without lily there would literally be no marauders because there would literally be no harry potter series in the first place. to diminish her character down to someone is is souly providing for two men is a prime example of misogyny within the marauders fandom
I hate the slytherin skittles. since when did we decide that literal deatheaters. LITTERAL TERRORISTS, were all cute and babygirl. why are we glorifying the horrific actions of these people by saying they are "morally grey" like babe terrorism is not grey its the darkest black you can imagine.
since I'm on it, the only reason people decided that the "slytherin skittles" were important was so that they could have more mlm in the fandom because let's face it, mlm is so wildly fetishied within the fandom.
saying you love barty and evan but hating on people like bellatrix and narcisa is misogyny.
saying you love barty and evan and hating on people like peter and Snape is hypocritical.
the only reason Snape doesn't receive the same treatment as barty and evan is because he can't be romanticised.
James potter is a straight man.
James and lily are endgame and sure fine think whatever about who they dated before but they will always be endgame.
sirius black would 100% say things about women that aren't right because it was the 70s and look at where he grew up.
sirius would 100% do the prank cause that is literally one of the few peices of cannon we have and it is totally in character.
all the young dudes was an amazing realistic representation and characterisation of the marauders.
marlene, Mary, dorcas etc are 100% underrated ans deserve more attention but people also need to remember that they have little to none cannon and the fandom originally started from just the marauders so it's much harder to form fannom for them.
the new portrayal of wolfstar is in most cases unrealistic and sometimes even a little bit fucked up in dynamics
sirius is a cis man. the only reason people headcannon him as trans is because of his long hair. he is literally cannonically androgynous, why can't we just let him be androgynous.
I 100% have so many more but its 4 am rn
if you disagree with me that's fine I don't really care but don't be a dick about it. if you disagree and want to ask me questions go ahead but once again, don't be a dick about it.
#friday’s chaos#andrew's chaos#marauders era#marauders#marauders hot takes#anti jegulus#anti rosekiller#also please ignore my spelling and gramar its 4 am and im wildly dyslexic
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Underrated horrific aspect of vampirism is that nothing changes you
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Look at 2023. All that. And I still have the same fuckign. half-grown-out dye job. Never gets worse, never better. Nothing reflects the Horrors.
idk.
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not sure who needs this, but here is a list i've made of all the "realistic" serana replacers, bc i know the "doe-eyed 16 yr old" look that most replacer mods have gets old real fast (and creepy, given her backstory)
replacer for serana by @yennethan : i love this one and i'm going to use it for my next playthrough. gives her more of a 'wise older sister' vibe, as opposed to a 'young vampy bimbo'.
anima nera by serkethetyt : this one has a creepier vibe than all the other serana replacers i've seen. if you like your vampires to be more on the horrific and visceral side, then look no further.
npc overhaul - serana (high poly) by ihuntalone : this mod manages to strike a nice balance, keeping her facial proportions realistic while still making her look delicate and elegant
eeekie's serana by eeekie : one thing i love about eeekie's mods (besides the stunning realism) is that the characters always look like grown adults. if you want a more mature and seasoned look for your serana, this is the one.
seranade by annaccident : i only found this mod while making this post and ?? why is this one so underrated lol, she is gorgeous. i like her tired eyes, because wouldn't you also be exhausted after taking nirn's longest nap? the hairs are also mashups, making them quite unique and giving her the signature braids she sports.
dashing dawnguard followers by tragedian : one of my all-time faves ! this one (and all of tragedians mods) puts a refreshing spin on vanilla style, staying true to the game's original vibe but making serana a lot more aesthetically pleasing in the process. (note that this mod is not standalone and will replace other dawnguard npcs)
definite serana smp hair by mharlek1 : another mod that stays pretty true to vanilla style, with the added bonus of smp hair ! (if you don't use smp, there's an option for no physics as well).
serana - daughter of coldharbour by southpawe : this mod models serana's face after her voice actor, laura bailey. the ethics of this mod are... questionable lol, but on the plus side, who fits serana's voice better than her literal voice actor?
nithi npc enhancement - serana by nightmarezone : this lovely serana has a realistic face and has 3 different hairstyles to choose from. if you like the style of this mod, you should check out the rest of their work, bc their npcs are awesome.
dragonborn waifus - yet another serana replacer by lucazoid : don't let the name fool you, this is no waifu mod. this replacer gives her a strong brow and tired eyes, and has a whopping 24 (!!!) hairstyle options.
#skyrim#serana#skyrim serana#tes#skyrim modding#hope this reaches its target audience bc i know yall are sick of the serana yassifying#i'm a hypocrite tho bc i personally love me some seranaholic
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i think if you wanted to create conflict between bruce and his children esp where their lives constantly being in danger and him indirectly (or directly. however you want to look at it) putting them on that path was important, the easiest thing to do would have been to explore the divide in bruce's decisiveness when it comes to his work versus when it comes to his children. bruce is very decisive as batman bc his ultimate goal as batman is a pretty clear-cut one: to save lives. his accountability is to innocents and contrary to that scene in the incredibles where the guy gets mad at bob for preventing him from falling to his death, no one is going to get mad at batman for saving their life. comparatively, bruce is a decisive wreck when it comes to his children. bruce wanting to give way to dick's independence is a hallmark of their dynamic in the 70s and 80s in particular, to the point that dick feels like he hasn't earned bruce's love and trust bc bruce lets him go too easily. and the 80s transition from dick retiring the robin mantle to jason inheriting it to jason dying in it is severely underrated for its collective impact on bruce. dc #574 is an issue forever burned into my brain bc it juxtaposes bruce's earlier hardline decision to tell dick to retire from robin when he nearly falls to his death with bruce's present decision not to do the same to jason when he nearly dies in their confrontations with the mad hatter. if you notice, he does ask jason if he wants to quit, but he doesn't take the option out of jason's hands the way he did with dick, and that's something that makes jason's subsequent death all the more striking and contextually horrific bc it goes to the root of bruce always being in a state of asking himself whether he's wrong for his position as an enabler. bruce doesn't want to overstep and stifle any of the robins but when their lives are in the most danger he finds himself at the edge of a cliff wondering whether to keep standing or to take the fall and deface himself in an effort to keep them safe first. the product of that sequence in the 80s events should tear him up inside, forever, and i think knightfall while i love it to no end is an arc that views its conclusion as "we've solved this now time to move on to other fucked up pastures" even though it would have been more sensible to acknowledge that this is a fear and hesitation bruce will live with forever bc this is precisely what being a parent is. not knowing when you're doing too much or too little and having to live with the terror of not knowing until something goes wrong and you have to try to fix it. and you do that for the rest of your life bc that's how much you love your children
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Best Underrated Anime Group F Round 3: #F5 vs #F6
#F5: Tiny princess torments an entire castle of demons for sleep
#F6: Normal school until stuff happens
Details and poll under the cut!
#F5: Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle (Maoujou de Oyasumi)
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Summary:
The Demon Lord Tasogare’s castle is a dark and frightening place, filled to the brim with various monsters. Any soul unfortunate enough to be imprisoned here is sure to be terrified by the horrors within. However, the human princess Aurora Suya Rhys “Syalis” Kaymin is a different case. Rather indifferent to her situation, Syalis worries about one thing and one thing only—sleep. Ever since the demon lord kidnapped her from her kingdom, she has not had a single good night’s rest.
To alleviate her dozen dozing issues, the princess makes do with what she can find in the castle. Whether it be the fur of fluffy demonic teddy bears or the silky, blanket-like bodies of ghost shrouds, everything is but a means to ensure a peaceful slumber. With so many potential materials to craft items that can help her sleep at her disposal, nothing will stop the sleepy princess—not even death.
Propaganda 1:
This show is probably the single most charming parody of a fantasy RPG setting I’ve ever seen. It takes an extremely generic premise and flips it on its head with a simple shift in protagonist. The characters are all fun in their own right, but Princess Suya steals the show through extreme slapstick violence against her captors and a nonchalant attitude towards literally everything that isn’t immediately related to sleep. While it’s easy for a plot like this to quickly become comedically stale, the show is careful to avoid exhausting its premise by introducing new characters that serve as unique obstacles to Suya’s goals as well as by ramping up the audacity of her actions. Additionally, we get occasional glimpses at the hero’s party as they quest to ‘rescue’ the princess, scenes that serve both as story progression as well as a nice change of pace from the princesses antics. While the premise may not be for everyone, this show executes on its concept flawlessly for anyone who finds the premise amusing.
Propaganda 2:
The art style is cute and the character designs are quite pleasant and even the side characters are entertaining. the main character is tiny princess with purple hair and pronouns who’s actually glad to have been kidnapped by the demon king because she gets sleep but oh no, the bedsheets suck and the pillow feels cheap. she goes to find material for new bedding and pillow and ends up tormenting several demons.
Trigger Warnings: None.
#F6: Talentless Nana (Munou na Nana)
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Summary:
Fifty years ago, horrific creatures dubbed as the “enemies of humanity” suddenly appeared around the world. To combat these threats, teenagers gifted with supernatural abilities called “Talents”—such as pyrokinesis and time travel—hone their powers at an academy on a secluded island.
Nanao Nakajima, however, is quite different from the others on the island: he has no Talent. With many “Talented” teenagers around him, Nanao is often a target for bullying, but even so, he still strives to complete his training. Soon after, two transfer students, the mysterious Kyouya Onodera and the mind-reading Nana Hiiragi, join the class. But just as everyone starts blending as comrades-in-arms, mysterious disappearances begin to threaten the class’s entire foundation.
Propaganda:
I’d like to start off by saying that this is NOT a copy of My Hero Academia, even though it sounds as such. It’s kinda hard to explain the show without spoiling a major plot point, but it’s pretty much as the summary says. Honestly, if you want to watch this, don’t look up anything about it—you will get spoiled right away, and it does ruin the experience. I started this without knowing anything about it and I think that’s for the best because it’s plot twist after plot twis,t and you’re not sure what to expect next. That’s honestly something I really liked about it because you don’t know where the story will take you. Anyways, highly recommend because more people should know about this series.
Trigger Warnings:
Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore
There’s a Nazi-coded character who does eugenics, and he’s also the reason for the child abuse tw
Sexual assault attempt on main character
Necrophilia (there’s a character who controls another person’s corpse and act like they’re dating)
When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.
If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.
Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how it’s presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form, where you can submit revisions for taglines, propaganda, trigger warnings, and/or video.
#anime#best underrated anime#polls#poll tournament#tournament#anime tournament#animation#group stage#group stage round 3#tournament polls#group f#sleepy princess in the demon castle#maoujou de oyasumi#talentless nana#munou na nana
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Month of Saiyuki (day 15)
Who is your favourite character in Saiyuki and why?
Him, the evil, bastard, genius crow/raven:
How can't you hate love him? On a more serious note he is one of few Anime/Manga villain that gives me genuine uncanny, dreadful feeling of despair and fear on a subtle level I rarely experienced if not in lovecraftian horror products. And the fight against Genjo proved what I felt...
I never thought that an apparently demented-looking mad scientist could hide such horrific power (Mutenkyo) and nature, he's a fine specimen when it comes to psychopathy or psychopathic traits mixed with narcissistic ones. Excellent individual to study and analyse, the concept he brings even from a Buddhist perspective is captivating, albeit he fully deserve the nickname "heretical" because of his embracing of Nihilism (one of the two extremes to avoid according to Buddhism), misuse of Mutenkyo (I hardly believe previous Sanzos of Mutenkyo lineage ever used the sutra the way he uses), the way he obtained the Sutra and other wicked visions of life. Considering that he's based on Usou Zenji (Crow’s Nest Zen Priest) the Ch'an Master who teaches Heart Sutra to Sanzang, his sutra might be, conceptually speaking, linked to Heart Sutra, my most favourite Mahayana sutra of all, so this makes Mutenkyo extremely interesting.
And it's extremely interesting how Ukoku reverses the deep meaning of both the fictional sutra and possible, real-life sutra in a more mundane and horrifying way that nullify everything and everyone. I still have to understand what truly happens to the victim that gets erased by the sutra's power because if it means the sutra erases the victim from existence as if they were never born, never remembered, this means (always in a Buddhist perspective) that even the Buddha nature present in every sentient being (in Buddhism a sentient being is a being that possesses a mind, sem chen in Tibetan) gets erased and with it the possibility potentially to transcend the conditions of saṃsāra and attain Buddhahood. If it's so, then it's enough to make a Bodhisattva shit bricks...
A very underrated villain, in my opinion, in the cosmos of Japanese fictional villain and more broadly in the villain scenario.
#saiyuki#kazuya minekura#minekura kazuya#month of saiyuki#ukoku sanzo#a character I hate to love and love to hate
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What sneeze trope or snezario do you think is sorely underrated/would you like to see MORE of on snzblr?
Okay I... have two different answers to this!!!
(technically four but shhhhhh <3)
Underrated:
- Smoke blown lightly into the face of someone who is just so sensitive/allergic to it~
(not that it doesn't get it's fair share of acknowledgement, I mean it's not gone, but like... I don't see enough!! of it!! for how hot!! it is!!)
- Someone who is practically allergic to their partner because their partners interests/lifestyles are just soaked with their allergens.
(picture with me, someone with such bad hayfever and animal allergies, just head over heels for this farm/country loving partner. Every day their partner gets home and has to shower immediately, smirking as the telltale fits begin since... I mean... allergies or not, they just look so good all roughed up and dirty- how can you not wanna kiss them?? or someone who works at a flower shop with a partner with horrific pollen allergies, perfume store, pet store, the list goes on~)
Want To See More Of:
This is it's own thing because.... well it's not lacking. But I'm just such a sucker for any type of situation where they're close together, and one just.... j-just has to sneeze... so bad.... but for whatever reason (whether a game, to please the partner, hiding, or to taunt them) cannot do so. And so they hitch, and they holdback, and they build up, and eventually they stifle because it's just too much- and slowly the tickle grows, and grows, auhguehuhg-
(bonus points if they muffle/stifle these against their partner, though in my mind there's uh... a lack of mess <3)
And honestly in a little selfish/my own opinion one, I always love to find one with a real itchy allergy scenario, where there's not a lot of focus on the mess aspect..? I mean Waterfall Is Not A Fluids Person is pretttyyyy well known in my friend group, and while I completely respect people who are into that, I definitely start melting when they have their heldback, hitchy, desperate fit and stay pretty dry throughout~
This was a bit long, but thanks for asking!~
also omg welcome to "waterfall doesnt know what a 'trope' is the saga" bc what is a trope and what's just a thing guys i have no idea ;-;
#waterfallasks#thank you poni!!~ I love seeing you in here#and if I may!! i shall shoot the same back to you if you wish to answer!!#also again gonna put in the tags here im not really a mess/spray/fluids person#but i do not hate on that aspect at all!! its completely good and valid to want it in your fics/content!#and i am NOT saying that i dont have a good supply without- i know im not alone in those preferences#so not meant to hate on anyone at ALL or be like “ewwww why cant i have MY thing”#just a personal preference that I'm always happy to see stuff of <3
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hey! what’s ur comfort show + movie? and are they also ur all time fav in terms of quality or do you separate them (cause i do haha) 😊
Hello !! thank you so much for the ask anon
and yes !! I do seperate them, there's definitely a bit of overlap (pride & prejudice, Emma, Howls moving castle, Labyrinth, I could go on) but like, my all time comfort movies (see below)
The Vampire Academy movie (horrific but served cunt to the best of it's ability), every 2000s barbie movie, Bratz, anything Scooby Doo)
Also will be using this ask to plug my letterboxd, because I've spent a horrific amount of time on it and I need everyone to look at it lmao (and follow if u want pls lets be movie besties)
I think my comfort shows are a bit more divided, I'd say my favourite shows of all time are Sharp objects, Fleabag, The Great etc. But my comfort shows would be like, h2o: just add water, community, how i met your mother (last episode notwithstanding).
The crossover shows would probably be Derry Girls, Chewing Gum (so underrated !!! literally so comforting and cringe but also deeply earnest like I genuinely can't describe it Michaela Cole the woman that you are)
Thank you so much for the ask anon 💞🩷
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An extremely underrated detail in The Fourth Closet is that Jen was told to dispose of the Charlie bots but we know she didn't. Jen by herself is underrated too. Could you imagine watching your brother go insane? He's destroying himself and there's nothing you can do but watch. You can't leave him, he's your brother, but you can't help him either. You can't make the pain go away. And then he does something so horrific, and puts the responsibility on you to put an end to it. Could you imagine? Having to kill an innocent child? Human or not? Imagine looking at her smiling face, knowing what she's a product of and knowing you've been asked to kill her?
Your brother's dying wish was for you to put an end to the damage caused by his madness, but that dying wish involves you killing an innocent person.
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Roy/Jaime with Keeley friendship: Established Roy/Jaime. Jaime goes to Manchester to see his mum and is going to take the train back. A horrific train accident happens and Jaime's name was on the passenger list. Everyone thinks Jaime is dead, Roy is beside himself. Jaime is in fact alive and on different train, totally oblivious. He comes home late and decides not to wake a sleeping Roy, just climbs in with him. Imagine Roy's shock when he wakes up to his very much not dead boyfriend in his arms
A/N: I liiiiiive for this type of request. This is similar to a buddie one I did a long time ago but different enough that I had soooo much fun writing it. I'm still new to writing this group but I'm doing my best. Please remember that I am a lowly Midwestern American gal that has never left the States (though my sister did just get back from Scotland). So if their are typos or errors I apologize. Not beta read.
Enjoy
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Ted Lasso Masterlist
Paring: Roy Kent/Jamie Tartt, Roy & Keeley (platonic), Jamie & Keeley (Platonic), the afc Richmond himbos being themselves.
Word Count: 5k+
Content warning: train wreck, mentions of death, grief and loss, angst (happy ending), mentions of abuse, mentions of paranoia, mentions of head trauma, mentions of alcohol abuse, self-deprecation, self-destruction tendencies. Swearing, lots of swearing (can't believe I forgot that warning in a Roy Kent fic...)
Dead Phones and Train Wrecks
Jamie Tartt had always wanted his mother to be proud of him. Roy Kent had told him he'd never know if she was unless he got over the bullshit his dad did and went to see her. And as usual for Jamie, Roy was mostly right. So Jamie had gone to Manchester the week before training started for the new season. It would have been better if Roy had come with him, but someone had to look after Phoebe, and he needed to prepare for the new season. Roy had said that they would go earlier in the off-season next time. And that was enough to get Jamie to not put it off any longer. And he had a good week, despite having a few awkward run-ins with former Man City teammates and the occasional disgruntled fan. He didn’t care much about those. He was just glad they managed to avoid his dad. That was usually easy by avoiding the pubs and not eating at the same place regularly. It was annoying to have to keep such a paranoid schedule, but Jamie just told his mum it was because of the paparazzi. She didn't need to know that was only part of it. They just enjoyed trying new places, and thankfully, no one gave them too much trouble.
Jamie had decided at the last minute to take his mother to a restaurant in Liverpool she loved but rarely went to. His dad had never wanted to go that far when they were still a family, and Jamie hadn't had time once he got picked up for training. It was an underrated and easily overlooked cafe she would visit with her family when she was young. So Jamie had decided to have one last meal with his mum before he headed back to Richmond. Another new memory his dad couldn't taint or take from them. One for just Jamie and his mum as they try to fix their relationship.
The one thing Jamie didn’t account for was losing his charger and his phone dying. He didn’t think too much of it because Roy already knew he was going to be taking the train back and he didn't need to pick him up. And it would be late by the time he got in. Roy had to be at training the next day. Jamie did too, but if Jamie was tired, he could manage. He'd played in far worse conditions, thanks to his old man. Roy was grumpy on a good day. A bad day? Well, Jamie wouldn't be the reason the team ran laps til they puked, this time at least. Making sure Roy got sleep was a big part of that. So he told Roy over and over that he'd be fine. Jamie could survive having a dead phone for a few hours if he had to. He would be bored out of his mind, but he would suffer through it if it meant he could see Roy at the end of the day. He could catch a train after dinner and be home in a few hours. Roy wouldn’t get too mad, he hoped. He said goodbye to his mum outside the Lime Street station, got a new ticket, and managed to make the 7:30 train to London. He’d probably have to catch a cab or train home from there since his phone would be useless, and uber was not an option.
Roy couldn't breathe. He just alternates between staring at the news story on the TV and his phone. The train Jamie was taking home from Manchester was now a derailed heap of twisted metal and flames. He'd talked to Jamie just a few hours ago. But now he wasn't answering. No texts. No calls.
Roy had thought the day he'd retired from football had been the worst day of his life. But he'd give up his career, really anything and everything, to just go back a few hours and hear anything but that fucking voicemail message when he called Jamie's number. He looks at the headline again. The story updates, and the casualties number just keeps going up. Fuck. This cannot be how it ends. This can't be how Jamie Tartt’s story ends.
His phone rings in his hand, and his eyes snap to the screen with hope. Hope that is shattered when it's not Jamie calling. It was Ted. He doesn't have it in him to answer. He doesn't think even Ted Lasso's trademark optimism can help here. He can't let that damn yankee give him hope. Because Jamie had a recognizable fucking face. If he had been among the group they had rescued, that would have been news. Every news site was all over this story. Especially after someone at the train station had leaked that Jamie Tartt had been on the passenger list. Roy's phone kept going off with alerts and messages. But they were not from the one person he needed them to be. He looks up at the TV. The news just kept repeating the same thing. Casualties are high. First responders are searching, but it's a grim and solemn site. Thoughts and prayers. They just keep saying that their hearts go out to the families and friends. And that makes Roy want to scream. He wants to hit something until his knuckles bleed or his bones break. To feel something other than the pain in his chest and the ice-cold grip of fear on his heart.
His doorbell being rung, followed by knocking, finally drew his attention away from his TV and phone.
“Fuck off!” He growled when he threw the door open.
“I would if you’d have answered your phone,” Keeley says. She isn’t mad that he spoke to her like that. Roy was usually abrasive, but she knew right now he was the human equivalent of a live wire in water. ”Be glad it’s me and not everyone else.”
“Right now is-” Roy starts, but she stops him.
“I know,” she says, her tone sad.
Roy doesn’t have the energy to fight her, so he lets her in and returns to his living room. She follows him.
“Oh babe,” she says as she takes in the state of the room. The lamp that sat on the table was in pieces across the room. A few other things were not where they used to be and were probably among the other shards of ceramic and glass around the room. The one thing that was moved but wasn’t broken was a framed photo that usually was on a shelf. It was laying on the sofa next to Roy’s phone. It was a photo Phoebe had framed for Jamie’s birthday. It was of Roy and Jamie at one of Phoebe’s matches they’d been able to make. Phoebe got red carded and both men for sticking up for a teammate that had been fouled. Roy had been proud. Jamie had told her he’d do the same. Her teacher had texted Roy the picture with a reminder they were not supposed to encourage getting tossed from the game. Roy hadn’t cared. Sticking up for her team was more important than how many minutes she’d missed. Jamie had kept the photo for his lock screen for a while before it was gifted to him. Keeley set the photo on the table. It would crush Roy if anything happened to it now. Roy was never great at handling his emotions, especially the more painful ones. She glances at the news coverage. She grabs the remote and lowers the volume but leaves it on. She knew he would lose his shit if she turned it off. She didn’t want to make this harder than it already was, but she couldn’t just let him brood and spiral until he a broken shell of the man he was. Jamie had always brought so much out of Roy. For better or worse, Jamie had always made Roy feel, even when he didn't want to.
“When did you last hear from him?” She asks. He grunts as he picks up his phone.
She bites back a sigh. “He texted me last night, but I haven't heard from him today, have you?” she tried again.
Roy rubs his eyes but knows she will get it out of him eventually.
“He was at lunch. Fucking prick…” Keeley didn’t miss the way his voice broke as he said it. His fists clenched and opened repeatedly as he continued. “Lost his charger and didn’t know if his battery would last, but he’d try and stay off of it. Told him to get a new one. He said he’d be with his mum, so it wasn’t like he’d actually need to be on it. I told him that was stupid. That he was being stupid. Keeley, one of the last things I said to him-I didn’t mean to-he…”
“I know,” she puts a hand on his arm. “I’m sure he knew that you didn’t mean it.”
“Doesn’t matter if he did or didn’t. He’s dead.”
“We don’t know for sure that he-”
“LOOK AT IT!” Roy shouts as he points at the TV. “IT’S A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!”
“I know, but we don’t know anything yet, Roy. He could be fine, he-”
“If he was unharmed, he’d help. That’s just the shit he does now. Wants to help. And that would be on the news. He’s Jamie Fucking Tartt.” Roy sat down like it was taking all his energy to just exist. “If he’s injured, someone would have called, some hospital. And that would be news. The only other option is that he’s still in there. In that…fuck.” He pushes his palms against his eyes. His head hurt, and his eyes ached. Part of him just wanted to lie down or pass out. Maybe when he woke up, it would all just have been a fucking nightmare. Jamie would text him and say he was fine, and Roy would drive to wherever Jamie was and never let him go anywhere without him. But the more realistic and cynical part of Roy Kent knew this was real. There was no waking up from this hell.
“Okay,” Keeley says. She knew he had a point, but she just couldn’t let herself think that yet. If she did, she would lose it. Jamie was her friend. Roy was her friend. She needed to focus on keeping Roy at some sort of functioning baseline. Roy’s phone lit up. Ted was calling again. Roy just groaned and shoved it away. Keeley picked up.
“Hey, Ted,” She says as she goes into the kitchen. She’d make some tea. That will at least be something she can do to help.
“Keeley? You with Roy?” Ted asks.
“Yeah,” she answers.
“How is he doin'?” Ted asks. “Need one of us to come over? Because we can-”
“It’s not good,” she admits. “He just keeps checking the news. He’s already assuming the worst.”
“Maybe I should-”
“You just deal with the team, training starts tomorrow, and since they all are back, I'm sure they know. Colin and Isaac have already been texting me. You handle that. I’ll deal with Roy Kent.”
“Oh, okay,” Ted seems a bit hurt.
“I know you want to help, but I don’t think he wants anyone to see him like this. Not even me, but Jamie…I’m sure the team is struggling too. You focus on them. Leave this to me for now.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll see if any of Rebecca’s connections or Trent’s buddies know anything they aren’t sharing yet.”
“That would be great. I'll let him know someone is at least trying to do something."
"We're all trying. Let him know he's not alone."
"I will. Thanks, Ted.”
“Call me or Beard if you guys need anything or if you hear anything. If he…they’ll find him.”
She finishes making the tea as she ends the call. She pulls her own phone out and tells the team she is with Roy and that she’ll keep them in the loop. Text her, not him.
She hands Roy a mug that he takes almost on reflexes alone it seems.
“Ted says to call if you need anything,” she tells him. She sets his phone down on the seat beside him. “And I told the team I was here and to text me. Should give your phone a bit of rest.”
Roy grunts, eyes barely leaving the TV.
“Ted’s going to see if Rebecca and Trent can get any information that they might not be releasing publicly.” That had Roy’s attention snapping to her.
“Do you think they’d be able to find out if…”
“No guarantees, but I’m sure they’ll try if they haven’t reached out already. Have you talked to Jamie’s mum?”
“I can’t…not yet. I-”
“You don’t have the answers she’ll want. I get it, babe.” She sets to clean up the broken lamp and other debris.
“You don’t have to-” Roy starts, but she stops him.
“You drink your tea, I’ll do this, and then we get some food.”
“Not hungry,” Roy grunts.
“Still need to eat,” she says as she tosses some bigger pieces in a bin bag. Roy doesn’t say anything. It’s only after she finishes cleaning up that he thanks her. She waves it off.
An hour or later, Keeley almost called Beard for backup. The passenger list had been leaked before Keeley had even come over. So Keeley hadn't been surprised to find James Tartt Sr. making the whole damn thing about him. How his son had lost his way, and it's a tragedy that he'd never make a comeback. The audacity of that man to talk like that. It made it seem like Jamie was confirmed dead, but Keeley knew better than trust anything that came out of that man's mouth. He was an abusive and manipulative bastard. Roy had been enraged, and it had taken nearly 20 minutes to calm him enough to make a few phone calls. Rebecca was already looking into what could be done about Tartt Sr. Trent hadn't any new information, but he would make sure the reputable press knew the man was a pathetic old sod that knew nothing about Jamie.
“Jamie might be fit as fuck, but even he can’t survive that,” Roy says nodding at the screen when she came back into the living room. She looks over to see what is surely helicopter or drone footage of the charred carriages of the wreck. She sits beside him and nods.
“All we can do is wait,” she admits and settles in to wait with him.
Roy kicks Keeley out when it gets late, and it’s clear there isn’t anything new being reported. She only goes because he says he is going to turn in for the night. He gives in and crawls into bed. He pulls Jamie’s pillow closer, and the normally comforting scent of Jamie has fresh tears and sorrow rising in his chest, making it hard to breathe. Roy falls asleep from exhaustion on Jamie’s side of the bed.
Jamie was completely knackered by the time he reached London. People were saying the entire rail system seemed to be a fucking mess because of one train derailing. Jamie cursed himself for not having a working phone to look into it himself. Roy was right. It was stupid to have let it die. Jamie’d actually resorted to reading a book his mum gave him out of boredom on the train. The train got in over an hour later than normal, so he caught the first cab and would just pay the stupid fare. He just wanted to go home. See Roy and sleep in his own bed. He isn’t surprised the lights are all off by the time he lets himself into their flat. With practiced ease, he navigates the familiar layout. Leaves his shoes by the door after locking up. Silently making his way through the quiet hall to his room. He grins as he carefully sets his stuff inside the room. The lights from the street gave the room enough light to see Roy fast asleep on Jamie’s side of the bed. It makes Jamie’s chest feel warm and fuzzy. They were used to spending all day, every day together. They live together. They work together. Jamie is still shocked Roy hadn’t gotten annoyed with having him around 24/7. That Roy hadn’t gotten tired of Jamie’s shit and sent him packing. And here the man was, sleeping on Jamie's side of the bed, using his pillow like he really, truly, missed Jamie. He doesn’t have the heart to wake Roy now. And he’s honestly too fucking tired to chat. Jamie just quickly changes and carefully crawls into bed. Feels weird to be on Roy’s side, but he’s just happy to be home and in his own bed with Roy.
Roy was sure he had lost his mind when he woke up to the warmth and weight of an arm across his torso and legs tangled with his. His heart was pounding. What the fuck had he done? Had he gotten into the liquor before he went to bed and called someone? Had he gone out because being in their shared flat was excruciating, knowing Jamie would never walk through the door again? Was he that fucked in the head that he would do something this fucking heartless before even getting any confirmation, any closure? Roy was a fucking prick, and he couldn't even remember doing it. He just remembers going to bed and missing Jamie. But someone was here now and in their bed. It pains him to think of anyone else in his and Jamie’s bed. He just wants Jamie. He takes a shaky breath. He was almost afraid to open his eyes. The weight seemed so familiar. When he inhaled, he nearly choked. That scent was so very much the scent of home. Like Jamie fucking Tartt. And it broke his heart because there was no way this was Jamie. But part of him wanted to enjoy the insanity of the moment. Embrace the delusion his brain created at the idea of Jamie being alive and wrapped up in bed with Roy like he never left. Like he never went to Manchester. A sob caught in Roy's throat as he buried his face in his bedmate's neck. But the part that loved Jamie enough to still see this as a betrayal won out, and Roy couldn't stand it. He opened his eyes and was about to pull away and cuss out whoever it was when his world ground to a halt for the second time in less than a day. He'd recognize that fucking gorgeous face anywhere. That little scar on his brow and those perfect fucking lips. It didn't just look and feel like the familiar presence of Jamie Tartt. It was him. Either Roy had cracked up, and he was having the most vivid hallucination ever, or by some miracle, Jamie was right fucking here. Roy couldn't hold back the sheer amazement any more than he could hold back from touching Jamie. He needed to know this was real. That this wasn't a dream. He hadn't done something stupid and gotten himself brain-damaged. Fuck. Please let this be real. He carded his fingers through Jamie's hair. Brushed his fingers over Jamie's cheekbone and jaw. He gripped Jamie's face and placed a hesitant kiss on his lips. It all felt so impossible, but here he was. He could feel Jamie's muscles move as he stirred. Roy can't keep in the happy sob that rips its way from his chest as Jamie's eyes blink open. Fuck, those eyes were often his undoing, but this time Roy would happily get lost in them for eternity if it meant he got to keep Jamie with him.
Jamie wakes up with a hum as he feels fingers in his hair and featherweight touches to his face. Then a barely there kiss Jamie could have easily just dreamt of. It was gone so fast. He smiles as he blinks his eyes open and sees Roy looking at him like he'd never looked at him before. Like Jamie was some sort of fragile masterpiece or rare treasure. But something in that look had alarms going off in Jamie's head, and at first, he isn't sure why. He gets a good look at his boyfriend and can't even process the number of emotions Roy seems to be struggling with. But he knows one thing for sure. He had missed that man more than he thought he could for being gone for just a week.
Something in Roy shutters when Jamie's eyes open. Jamie smiles at him, and Roy thinks his heart might explode. It's a sleepy smile that always does things to Roy. Fuck, he didn't think he'd ever see those eyes in person again. Never see that smile. And the combination now makes his stomach flip, and his heart soar. Between the warmth of Jamie's skin under Roy's hand and the fact that he could feel Jamie's breath on his wrist. It makes the air catch in Roy's lungs, and his hands shake. Jamie was there. He could feel tears falling for once, and he didn’t care if anyone saw. Jamie was home. He was alive. Roy hadn't lost him.
Jamie was starting to get worried. Roy hadn't said a single word yet. And Roy fucking Kent never cried, but there were tears now. He'd cried when he announced his retirement from football, but Jamie had never seen it happen again. Jamie cried on occasion, but not Roy Fucking Kent. What the fuck was going on? “What’s wro-” Jamie starts to ask but is cut off when Roy kisses him. It’s a desperate and needy kiss this time. It wasn't anything like the ghost of a kiss he'd gotten before he opened his eyes. It was dizzying. Part of Jamie doesn’t want to end, but most of his brain is still confused as fuck. Roy was literally shaking. He pulls away to look at him again.
“How the fuck-” Roy starts but stops when Jamie reaches up and brushes tears off Roy’s face. Roy resists the urge to close his eyes and melt into Jamie's touch.
“Rough night?” Jamie asks.
“You’re alive,” Roy says it like it is genuinely magic. His eyes shone with what would call joy, maybe shock. Though Jamie couldn’t figure out why he was so shocked.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Jamie grins. “I know I took a bit longer getting home, and you were out cold when I got in. I was knackered. Why would you think I wasn’t? I know my phone was dead, but not me.”
Roy grunts and sits up. He pulls the covers back to get a good look at his boyfriend. even moving his shirt out of the way to check for bruises or worse. Jamie just goes with it. He knows when Roy gets like this; there is no point in arguing. Roy could be a hell of a mother hen when he thinks someone he cares about is hurt or sick. Apparently, now was one of those times.
"Roy, why-" he starts to ask.
“Because your fucking train crashed!” Roy’s heart hammers in his chest as his hands move to check Jamie over again. Jamie is as solid as ever. Nothing seemed broken or even bruised as far as he could tell. He had to remind himself that Jamie was here and didn’t seem to have a scratch on him.
“We hit a few delays, but…” Jamie says. Roy can see the moment the gears seem to click, and Jamie realizes what happened. “Oh shit, the train from Piccadilly was the one that-okay now, that makes alotta-”
“Jamie,” Roy’s voice held more emotion than Jamie was used to as he grips the back of Jamie's neck, pulling him in until their foreheads touched. Whether it is to get Jamie to focus or to ground himself after thinking he'd lost Jamie, well, Jamie wasn't sure even Roy could answer that right now. But he didn't hate it. “What the fuck happened?” Roy finished saying.
“I went to dinner with my mum in Liverpool. Caught the train from Lime Street. Fuck, Roy, I’m sorry. I didn’t-”
Roy cut him off by hauling him into a bone-crushing hug. “Everyone thought you were dead,” Roy manages to say, "your fucking old man, he said you were…fuck, Jamie, I thought I lost you." But it’s mumbled by the fact he’d buried his face in Jamie’s neck. Jamie’s grip tightens at the mention of his father. Bunching the fabric of the shirt Roy hadn’t even taken off when he went to sleep. Jamie hadn’t noticed the night before but it had been one of his, not one of Roys.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jamie apologizes, “My stupid phone-”
“Fuck,” Roy growls. “Never. Again.”
“What?” Jamie is confused by the swift change from having his arms full of a desperate boyfriend to an angry one.
“You’re never going anywhere without me again,” Roy grits out.
Jamie lets out a shocked laugh. “Well, that’s not very realistic. You can’t be with me every second of-” Roy kisses him again and again. And Jamie lets him.
“Fucking watch me,” Roy says when he finally pulls back but keeps Jamie tight against him like if he lets him go, he will disappear.
“I usually do. We have a mirror. You’re fucking fit, like have ya-” Jamie is cut off as Roy’s phone starts to ring. Roy growls at it. Jamie huffs a laugh and looks at it over Roy’s shoulder. “It’s Keeley.”
“She can fucking wait,” Roy says, pulling the younger man back down to him. Jamie hums as Roy removes Jamie’s shirt. And Jamie almost forgets about the phone call, almost. Because it rings again. Roy grumbles something about throwing the damn thing out the window. Jamie chuckles as it goes to voicemail.
“Ya know, if everyone thought me dead, then we should probably-” Jamie is cut off again when Roy moves and pins him against the mattress.
“She. Can. Wait.”
“Sure, yeah, she can wait,” Jamie grins as Roy’s mouth moves to his neck. The rest of the morning is spent with Roy proving to Jamie that he needs him more than Jamie ever thought possible. And Jamie couldn't help but fall even harder for the man he'd spent years looking up to.
The AFC Richmond locker room has an uneasy silence as Keeley walks in. Morning training had been a dismal affair. It was like there was a black hole in the lineup where Jamie Tartt should be. Roy had told Keeley to meet him there. She looks around the room. Everyone looks devastated. They all knew that Jamie’s train had derailed. They knew the crews were still working on recovering the dead. It broke Keeley’s heart all over again seeing Dani Rojas wipes away tears and trying to avoid looking at Jamie's name on his cubby. Rebecca and Higgins were talking to Ted, Beard, and Trent.
“Is this about losing Jamie?” Sam asks when he sees Keeley. It seems almost painful for him to ask. It’s like he avoided saying his best friend was dead.
“Yeah, did they find him?” Colin asks. Clearly, avoiding the words as well.
“Where’s Kent?” Rebecca asks as they all leave the office and join the locker room.
“Roy said he was on the way,” Keeley says, glancing at her phone to ensure she hadn’t missed an update. “And yeah, said he wasn’t going to repeat himself, so everyone better fucking be here.”
“Everyone’s here but him…and well…Tartt,” Isaac says. “Obviously.”
“Maybe we shoulda donnit in text,” Jamie says as Roy kills the engine. He looks over at the player’s entrance at the dog track. Nervous that everyone would be pissed they didn’t tell them sooner. Or that he was playing a trick on them or something.
“They wouldn’t have believed it, and it’s always better to do this type of thing in person. Although I wouldn’t mind keeping you to myself a bit longer,” Roy admits.
Jamie grins. “Later,” he assures. “Because I feel bad they still think me dead. And I just keep seein this mental image of Dani looking like a kicked puppy, and I can’t live with that.”
“Fine,” Roy grunts. “Let's go.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Is the first thing they hear when they walk into the locker room. Jamie flinches.
“Fuck off, Isaac," Roy glares. His hand goes to the back of Jamie’s neck to anchor him. It is silent for a moment before everyone seems to start asking questions at once. Some of them are not even in English. Jamie's eyes go wide for a second, but he shakes it off. These were his friends, and they clearly had been feeling his loss.
“Jamie?” Keeley asks, and despite the chaos of the room, including Roy shouting at everyone to give them a fucking minute and they’d get their answers, Jamie hears her. He goes over to her.
“I’m sorry, Keeley,” Jamie says. “I didn’t know. My phone was dead, an’ I-Oof-” She half lunges at him and hugs him before he can finish his apology.
“You scared me,” she says when she looks up at him.
“Didn’t mean ta,” Jamie insists.
A loud whistle has everyone wincing and covering their ears. Jamie covers one of Keeley’s ears and presses her against his shoulder to cover the other. She can’t help but smile to herself. Can't keep the tears of joy away, either. He always surprises her these days. And not just by not being dead. He was so kind. He was easily one of her best friends. The whistle is followed by silence.
“Fucking hell,” Roy glares at Rebecca. She had taken Ted's whistle and blown it.
She shrugs. “Worked, didn’t it?
“You alright, Jamie?” Ted asks him when Keeley nudges Jamie and Roy further into the room. She sits on the bench in Jamie’s spot.
“Yeah, Coach,” he nods.
“Now I know you all have questions,” Roy says. “And they can fucking wait. Just listen.” He looks over at Jamie. Jamie’s nervous, and his hands are in his pockets
Roy just nudges him on.
“So you all know I went to visit me mum, haven’t seen her in years. Roy had me plan the whole week, but well, since when have I ever followed directions for that long?” Jamie grinned, earning a few chuckles.
“Yeah, I was set to be on that train from Manchester. Was supposed to spend the whole time in Manchester, but the less time I spent anywhere near those Man City pricks, the better. Seen too many of em over the week. So I had taken me mum to a cafe in Liverpool she likes. I took a later train from there. My phone was dead-”
“Of course, it was,” Sam shakes his head. “How did you survive before coach?”
"Feigned indifference and being overly cocksure, that’s how," Keeley answers. "But he's better now."
Jamie grins at her before continuing. “Right, so the mess out of Manchester delayed the whole fucking system, but no one was sure what train was the one that caused it, so by the time I got in, it was late, and I just went to bed. Didn't bother checkin’ or wakin' anyone."
“Must have been one hell of a shock for you, Roy,” Ted comments. Roy just grunts.
Jamie nods. “Pretty sure he didn’t think I was real, but that didn’t last long.” Jamie laughed. “Think he felt more in less than a minute than he knew he could.”
“Fuck off,” Roy says, but any impact the words might have had were undercut by the fact his hand was on the small of Jamie’s back like he was afraid to not have a physical connection to the man he thought he had lost.
“You knew all morning and are only telling us now?” Jan asks.
“If I had my way, you’d still all be in the fucking dark," Roy admits. Still not happy to have to share Jamie's attention so soon. "Don’t owe you shit when I'm at home."
That got a number of negative reactions from the players.
“He doesn’t mean that,” Ted says in an attempt to calm them. Roy grunts. Ted continues, “I know we all feel lucky to have you back, Jamie. Fellas you can ask him all the questions you want after training. Yesterday was a dark day, but today is brighter. Suns out, let’s get out there and get the ball rollin’.”
The players complain, but they go. Most patting Jamie on the back or hugging him in Dani’s case. Jamie laughed and hugged him back.
“Take your time, but not too much time,” Ted told Jamie as he followed the team out.
“You good?” Roy asks Jamie.
"Yeah, coach," Jamie nods and grins.
“Sure you want to train today?” Roy questions.
“You going to be fine if I do? It's a big pitch, and you haven't let me outta your grip since you woke up.” Jamie counters. Roy was still coming to terms with the emotional whiplash of the past day, and Jamie knows it. They had called Jamie's mum and Roy's sister when things had settled. Phoebe had been devastated when she thought Jamie was gone. Jamie had spent a good ten minutes convincing her that he was fine and they'd come to see her in a couple of days. Roy had barely let Jamie out of his sight the whole time. Roy just rolls his eyes and leaves him to change. Although Roy kept glancing over at him as he did. Roy goes over to where Keeley is talking to Rebecca and Higgins about a press release letting the fans know Jamie is fine and a statement about the accident. Maybe even getting some pictures proving Jamie was back training with the team. Rebecca had approved the idea, and Keeley had already texted a photographer friend to come round.
“None of that thought and prayers bullshit,” Roy tells them. “Empty fucking words.”
“He has a point. Maybe do a donation to the families or the workers. Thoughts and prayers seemed meaningless when he’d nearly thrown his remote at the tv when they started reading tweets about it on the news. Would have needed a new one if I wasn’t there,” Keeley says.
Jamie chuckles as he laces his boots and checks his shin guards. “Didn’t save the lamp,” Jamie grins.
“You didn't give a shit about that lamp. Could have been your stupid rabbit sculpture. That thing is-” Roy starts to say but stops when Jamie stands up and walks over.
“Fuck off,” Jamie grins. “Going to train, or you joinin’ the PR team?”
“Fucking Prick,” Roy grunts but goes with Jamie to the door.
“You fuckin’ luv me,” Jamie smirks.
“I fucking do,” Roy easily agrees. “Don’t make me regret it.”
“Never,” Jamie gives him a kiss before they head out to join the team.
#prompt fill#royjamie#roy kent#jamie tartt#ted lasso fic#keeley jones#tw: train derailment#tw: train wreck#tw: major disaster#tw: mentions of death#tw: mentions of abuse#tw: grief#tw: loss#tw: angst#tw: paranoia#tw: mentions of head trauma#tw: mentions of alcohol abuse#tw: self deprecation#tw: self destruction#tw: swearing#tw: cursing#tw: cussing
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It's now time to talk about the tumultuous 40s
Now fashion may not be the first thing that comes to mind when we think of the 1940s. Considering this was the decade where the second world war took place, and a horrific genocide that slaughtered millions, fashion isnt at the forefront of our minds. Oddly enough though, it is during this time that many fashion designers that we know today (namely Hugo Boss, Coco Chanel) were known Nazis, and produced the SS uniforms. Obviously I think that's horrific and want to keep that in mind as we go through this decade.
With that said, the 40s are known for its simplicity. As we know, I really do prefer this. I think simplicity is under appreciated and we tend to get lost in the vast variety of clothing available to us. It’s always good to get back to the basics when in doubt. Because of the war, the priority of fashion was practicality and the materials available were limited. This created a simple, practical style, and I honestly really like the idea of this. As much as I love fashion, for an everyday sort of thing, you have to be practical. It’s for this reason that I opt for my 1460s docs as my shoes most days for example.
Above, you can see two outfits that to me really encompass the 1940s. Women started really wearing pants all the time during this decade (popularized by Katherine Hepburn, among others), because of the practicality, which of course I like. I think nicely fitted dress pants or plain cotton pants (like the ones seen above) can really go a long way. The simple cotton fabrics look elegant. It’s simple, casual, but chic and tasteful. To me, it is the perfect effortless look, the first image especially. It's why I love linen pants and tops, especially in the warmer seasons. Those white, plain cotton button down blouses (seen on the left) are a key component of this decade (which I love!!!). Belts (second image) and other accessories are also seen, which as we’ve established I am a big fan of. These looks are really what dominated the 40s. Underrated in my opinion, not everything has to be crazy and flashy to be fashionable.
The next look I want to talk about is the more “feminine” and dressier side of the decade. This would be the less practical side (which I still love), the more fashionable side if you will. As you can see, long hemlines were popular during this era. On the left is a dress, with the fitted waist that was common. I personally love this dress. It's modest, as to be expected for war times, but also feminine. It’s of course simple, but the little details are really what I love. The buttons match perfectly, the belt is exactly what’s needed (in my opinion) to add shape without losing elegance. I love the belted-waist, and it is something I even do with my own dresses and such (that are looser or cut similarly to the one in the photo). The gloves are also a nice addition, which was also popular during this time. As I've previously mentioned, I really do prefer simpler, more sophisticated, elegant, and classically feminine looks. This is really what the first look means to me.
Similarly, the second image is simple but fitted enough. It’s a two piece, a long hem lined skirt with a matching blouse/top, which recurs throughout the decade. Once again, the little detail of the buttons add a nice touch. Maybe that’s a strange thing to notice, but I really do love buttons, especially on sets like this. They add a nice little flair, and have to coordinate with the rest of the outfit. That may just be because I'm the type of person that focuses on small things. But it's because of people like this that we have to make sure everything is coordinated. The collar in both outfits is also high and very specific to the decade of the 1940s (and a bit before, as well as after), which matches the modest elegance I talked about.
That brings us to the end of this era. Thanks for reading and following around yall, and stay tuned for the next decade as we are approaching my favourites xx.
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