never forget what they took from you

same arms but they hold you in a new way

Harrow the Ninth is really a book about what happens when you are the Best At Something your whole life and you sweat and bleed and sacrifice everything to earn your way to the place/position you've always dreamed of, but then when you do succeed it isn't as you expected. Not only does everyone you once admired turn out to be an awful person, but your abilities are no longer special. Your talent isn't enough. Your effort isn't enough. Your new peers have worked just as hard as you have and know just as much as you do, but more than that: they seem suddenly better, faster, more capable, all while you flounder in the shallow end of the pool as the abilities you spent your whole life honing abandon you in your time of need. Humiliation becomes your constant companion as you sweat and bleed and try anyway, but what once netted you endless success and acolades is now barely enough to survive.

And then, of course, there is The Skull

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such a shame we didn't get a shirtless jamie in season 3, especially since he bulked up a bit. i guess we compromised with the shot of roy shining a literal spotlight on jamie's ass.

I could 100% see Roy’s sister seeing Roy and Jamie bickering over the stupidest most inconsequential shit just for the sake of bickering and her deciding to stir the pot by saying “Wow, you two really fight like a married couple…”

And then Jamie making a face like that’s the most ridiculous thing that he’s ever heard and scoffing as he argues “We ain’t married”

And then Roy’s argument dying on his tongue as he full body turns to shoot Jamie the most incredulous look like he’s completely lost his mind and sounding confused and offended as he adds “We’re not a couple”

And Jamie would brush that off with a wave of his hand like “Yeah, sure, that too. But more importantly, he’s the old one. You can’t be an old married couple if one of you’s ancient and the other’s a sexy little baby”

Jamie would not think once about this interaction after it was over, but it would rattle around Roy’s brain annoying and confusing him for weeks

Roy saying he used to go play on the field next to his childhood home whenever he was going through a "bad patch" in his career + Jamie in the throes of Mom City depression being so genuinely amused by the naughty little Mancunian boys kicking the ball around in the "no ball playing" area in Georgie's neighborhood. Damn football really is a fucking game that you used to play as a fucking kid because it was fucking fun huh

Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Crystal Hypnosis) Archive_220621

when 2 emotionally codependent men make music together.... crazy things happen

I don't think Jamie would ever like yearn for a sibling growing up (sharing mummy? HIS mummy??? No thank you) but I do think if Georgie and Simon had a surprise baby in their early 40s it would be the best thing that ever happened to him. Nevermind the 26 year age gap, that's twin

Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar

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you ever remember how Jamie flatout came apart on Roy in the bootroom like sobbed his poor little heart out

and then think about how quietly he cried back at Wembley. clenched-teeth, aborted little sobs that leaked out like he was trying so so hard not to make any noise at all. and how tense his shoulders stayed, even after he hid his face against roy's neck. he couldn't keep a lid on it any longer but he still worked so hard to keep himself quiet

i doubt he let himself cry very long.

Wolf, star, and chaser.

By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.

Sirius looked at him warily for a moment, and Remus realised that they had not been this close yet - they had hugged, in the Shack a year ago, but that had been pure adrenaline. It had not been intimate. This was.

“May I?” Remus asked, softening his voice.

Sirius nodded, slowly, then turned his head, so that Remus could reach. Leaning in, not too much, Remus began to work, sliding his fingers carefully through the slick black locks, gently easing the comb through in sections from the bottom up. Slowly, slowly, the knots began to loosen, giving way to that familiar old silken texture.

It was difficult work, and took a lot of patience, and the rest of the bottle of conditioner, but Remus finally felt like he was helping; he was in control and he was doing something positive. Sirius was so quiet and still the whole time; tense at first, but gradually relaxing, bit by bit - Remus could practically see his tendons slackening.

God, the kid looks so sad (x)

the way in which jon and robb's futures are foreshadowed by the mother of the other: robb dying too young and becoming a ghost that haunts their siblings, a reminder of innocence and happier days, and jon dying and being brought back to life, a shadow of what he once was, a dark mirror to himself