#To know it will not go well for that Good Boye

[nerdomancer]

now im finally getting around to The Terror and damn, SOLD by the autopsy/diving parallel in episode 1

watching at least 1 movie I haven't seen before but have been meaning to a week continues

Sorry To Bother You is one of the least subtle movies I've seen in quite a while and it is FUCKING GLORIOUS

[arsenal-womens-1]

Marry me

June 10th, 2021.

You're sitting on the bus on your way to CASA Arena Horsens stadium, freaking out. You had only been told today that you are playing, which means this is going to be your debut for Denmark. How you got to this point in life is still a mystery to you. The bus comes to a halt. Getting up, you walk off the bus. There are people taking pictures. Getting in there as fast as you can, you walk over to where your top is. Yours is next to Pernille Harder. Setting your bag down, you all walk out to the pitch. Spinning around, you look at all the seats, feeling like you're about to be sick. You rush over to the closest bin. You feel someone's hand on your back. Looking up after you finish being sick, “I don't think I can do this.” She passes you a water bottle. “You can. It looks scarier than it actually is. You're just going to scare yourself if you think about it too much. You're here for a reason.” You get where she's coming from, but it's still petrifying.

As you're walking in, the Australians are walking out. One catches your eye. She has brown hair, let's say she is about 5'2'' or 5'3''. She looks around your age. Walking into the changing rooms, you see Pernille on the phone, probably to Magda. She has a game tonight, which starts, I think, like 30 or 40 minutes after ours starts. Setting down next to her, you lay your head on the wall that is colder than you think a wall would be. Pernille nudges your shoulder. She points her phone your way. You see Magda on the other end of the phone. “Hey, how you doing, kid? Pernille said you were sick.” Looking at Pernille, she betrayed you. “I'm good, just nerves, that's all.” Magda and Pernille are like your mums at Chelsea. You had got offered a contract last December, you accepted it, and now you're here.

After 30 minutes, you're back out there doing warm-ups. The Australians come out about 5 minutes after you, doing something you've forgotten the name of. You make eye contact with the girl from earlier. You give her a small smile. She returns it, turning away. You finish what you were doing, walking back to get changed into the kit. After about 5 minutes of nothing, you get talked about tactics one last time. Walking to the seats, you wait for them to walk out and do the anthems. 20 minutes later, the whistle is blown. In the 15th minute, Tameka Yallop scores an own goal. Six minutes later, Rikke Sevecke scores for us. Four minutes later, Mackenzie Arnold scores an own goal. The whistle is blown, 3-0.

Walking into the changing room, everyone was happy. We talk about the changes that are going to be made. Simone Boye Sørensen was going off; I was going in, and Stine Larsen was out, and Luna Gevitz was in. Walking back out, the ones going in stand on the right side, and the Australians on the left. I recognize a few faces, but one, her, you still don't know her name. Well, now you know her last name, Cooney-Cross. Your number goes up, 28. You run into position. You hear the person announce your name, then they say, "Number Caitlin Foord out, Kyra Cooney-Cross in." So her name is Kyra. The game starts. Nothing really happens; a few yellow cards are given out. Nothing really happens until in the 87th minute, Mary Fowler scores. In extra time, Clare Polkinghorne scores. The game ends 3-2.

Walking around, you shake hands with a few Australian players. You come up to one player in particular. “Hey, you did good out there.” You both shake hands. “Yeah, you too.” Before you can say anything else, you are called over to do an interview.

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The next part of this will be out sometime next week

[cream-stew]

cw: size kink, hand kink, horny rambling, body type headcanon for thoma, gn! reader alluded to as being shorter.

i can't stop thinking about big boyfie thoma + size differences. like he's so… tall ❤️ i've always kinda headcanon him as having a bit of a chubby/beefy body type. no defined muscles exactly, like the type of muscles you develop naturally when doing hard labor.

practically towering almost everyone, he's got those big, strong arms and hands, his fingers thick with callouses (i want them around my neck)

with how often he has to carry heavy luggages during work, no doubt he can easily manhandle you with those big paws 😍 pushing and pulling you into all kinds of different positions. what other things you got that's big, bb boy—

he'd be so reluctant to have sex with you at first, because what if he hurts you!! :(( cue sad golden retriever eyes.

but in actuality, the dork has been fantasizing about your first time with him ever since he first laid eyes on you. secretly having a size kink and goes wild whenever he gets reminded of how tiny you are compared to him.

sitting on his lap, all with a coy smile on your face? how dare you 🤨 internally, he'd be fighting for his life. even with something as innocent as holding hands, he'll end up a blushing mess.

i also just love the thought of sweet, innocent-looking guys going absolutely feral on their partners. it's just so 👋👋👋 you know??? (a,, are you seeing the vision, reader. im holding you by the collar of your shirt, im shaking you. can you see it—)

ahsjsks i'd let him decimate my 150cm ass. i have a few more ideas for big boye! thoma and they got me salivating, foaming at the mouth, shaking like a chihuahua. forgive me, cream-stew. expect me to go feral in your inbox a few more times.

also!! how's your health going? hope you're faring well 🥺 —🐾

🔞minors dni

warnings: afab reader, size kink, rough sex, vaginal fingering

// note: bestie I love these asks you are more than encouraged to keep going feral in here (no matter how long it takes me to reply... that's on me bc I'm lazy lol) this is so valid tho I'm kinda short too and size kink is so...🥰🥰

he starts out so soft and slow, stretching your wet pussy with one (1) single fingers, his hands shaking with the effort of restraining himself, not helped at all by the way you desperately beg him to fuck you already... but noooo you're so much smaller than him, the top of your head barely reaches his collarbones, his hands are so big he can completely encircle your ankles, and he thinks there's just no way his huge cock is gonna fit inside you :((

no matter how much you insist he still holds you down on your stomach, one big hand against the small of your back while the other one slowly pumps more fingers past your entrance, leaving so much of your juices gushing out and staining the bedsheets.

he scissors his two fingers before adding a third one, and you whine in frustration: you could already be bouncing on his fat cock but nope, he wants to be gentle :((

you're crying in equal parts pleasure and crumbling self restraint by the time he's done stretching you with four thick fingers and he's trying to replace them with his cock, gripping your hips with both hands and slowly pushing it inside your loose pussy. it's true that it's an incredible stretch but it feels so good!! you start begging again, this time for him to move and fuck you like he means it, and you're lucky this time: he seems unable to keep holding himself back, so yep, he starts pumping in and out of you at a ruthless pace, your poor pussy struggling to let him back in every time he pulls out completely before slamming right back inside. you just know your tummy is bulging out whenever the tip of his cock hits your cervix🥰

at some point, when he pulls out he doesn't push back inside so quickly: he rolls you on your back, manhandling you so easily it makes butterflies flutter in your belly, and hooks your legs on his shoulders, folding you in half. the position feels a lot better already, his cock hitting even deeper, but it's so embarrassing to be reminded of how short you are compared to him, you can't even see his flushed face as he fucks your brains out :((

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

i love when the subject of modern au for the arcana comes up cause my only metric of judgement for it is What are you gonna do with Muriel. is he still. you know. practically homeless

cause it can be done well i believe it!! but i mean its interesting to me cause theres so many um. cultural differences i guess i can call it, and ramifications and implications and fucking more thesaurus words we get it to consider in comparing our "everyone has to have a document about *Everything*, whats your assigned number at birth, let me record you with 50 cameras at all times just in case, gimme your PapERS HOW OLD ARE YOU WHATS YOUR GRANDMAS MAIDEN NAME NO IM NOT SELLING YOU THIS CARTON OF EGGS UNTIL YOU TELL ME" society (Admittedly! not every single place in the world today is like this necessarily!!! so you can just put them someplace else and work from there!!! but youd have to know how life there actually looks like And also wait whats the point of this au if everything ends up the same lmao i wanted asra to have tiktok and work at starbucks what are we doing here) vs the old timey fantasy world presented in the game where its just "yeah sure you can go live in a forest theres no fences here lol bye dont get dysentery" which is how the world used to be i guess and thats so fun to ponder for me lol we really were just monkeys fucking about with sticks huh. good times

man this is why i dont actually write fanfics i get too lost in four different trains of thought and dont finish any of them lmao and i guess also cause of the "i Cant POSSIBLY write this story about kissing a dude if i cant describe the sociopolitical climate in this neighbourhood in the netherlands after the Batavian Rebellion and how it influenced the contemporaneous fauvistic arT MOVEMENT with UTMOST ACCURACY cause THATS WHAT HIS FAVOURITE PAINTING WAS THE ONE THAT SHOWS UP IN THIS THREE SECOND BLURRY BACKGROUND CLIP OF THIS SCENE IN HIS APARTMENT AND IS CRUCIAL TO HIS CHARACTER AND I HAVE TO NAIL IT WHAT DONT YOU GET" type personality i got going which i guess writers deal with by just going full "lol whatever i am god here and i make law" mode

i just started thinking about this cause of the new story on dorian in a modern au i got pretty hype about it teehee but yeah muriel hasnt shown up yet so i got into that whole spiral about wHERE ARE THEY GONNA PUT ME BOYE AAAGJHFN i hope he gets a good outfit lmao i love jules' vibe but i looked at asra n went aw Hell naw hed be way better dripped out you done my boy dirty cmon man. pashas hawaiian shirt tho fucking we're so back lets go lesbians hkdyyifulj Anyway they made lucio a wholeass bilionaire which had me shook a lil for some reason but i can see him as a total ~Musk-esque~ archetype lmaooo like that is literally so him, just barges in and makes people have good ideas for him gikgststnv oh god i hope theres not any elon fans reading this cause theyre not gonna appreciate that oh fudge ok lets get back to the point which was uuuuhhhhhhhhhh oh yeah i liked your muriel lives in a van concept i thought its good! yeah thats what i wanted to say. what a tumultuous journey i just had to invent to arrive here.

Oh yeah, I've been seeing a lot more posts and questions about the arcana's modern au, and it's why I was so happy to dig up all those old ask arcana posts! I'm so glad we have all that canon content from way back when, it was so sad that I could only put ten images in one post T~T

And Muriel definitely lives off the grid - I also remember another ask arcana that said in modern times he'd wear a cable knit sweater on top and leather pants and demonias on bottom and that works so well for him XD

Here's the screenshots since the links haven't been working:

[cringelordofchaos]

My TMF Sadie hcs!!

Serbian + Ashkenazi Jewish

+ slight Saudi Arabic ancestry (I'm pretty sure a mutual posted this hc once so I stole it ... (I think it was you rory?? idkk))

Autistic as fuuuuck. (But not diagnosed)

Used to admire daisy from afar during middle school (GAY-) but was too shy to approach her

Demiromantic asexual lesbian bc i say so

Really close to her grandma

Generally gets along much better with elderly people rather than ppl her own age

Into Slavic paganism

Celebrates traditional eastern Orthodox holidays w her family (like Slava n such)

Genuinely has no friends but Daisy and like she sometimes sort of talks to Elliot (and Elliot n daisy and the teachers r practically the only people outside her family who aren't avoidant of her)

Sortt of tired of people constantly being scared the hell out of her

As opposed to her reserved personality, almost everyone in her family is extra loud and extroverted

Has three younger siblings, was sortt of forced to grow up a bit quicker

Really tries to be polite and well mannered and doesn't understand why people dislike her or fear her

Good grades

Sensory issues for meaty food (yuck)

knows something no one else does

Barely goes outside (implied to be canon in an Instagram post by RosyClozy)

Also believes møther might be real

Agnostic too ?? 😵‍💫😵‍💫

This is getting a bit confusing lmao

Genuinely thought she didn't mind not having a single friend until daisy made her realize that holy shit friends are actually. An important part of her life

She becomes friends w Lia at one point too btw too tired to bother to explain

I'm supposed to be studying right now I hate everything

Ermmm

Cat person

Her parents constantly nag her on to make new friends, and to go outside more often and to get more friends than just daisy (especially since daisy is busy quite often)

Her parents forced her to take folklore lessons when she was younger, fuckijg hated it bc she never liked physical activities in general

Sensory issues to light, genuinely sorta upset by brighter colours, the PE teacher is aware of this so they let her wear a darker shirt (,: (ep5 for reference)

Barely speaks out loud but her mind is full of random shit 24/7 and her literature teacher is horrified by her and her writing

Moved to USA Rosemeadow around 9-11 years old

Visits the graveyard quite often. For reasons.

Anygay

Boye bye

[moonfurthetemmie]

Champion-Related Stuff. Mostly Fluff.

this is the last of what I have for now

Jasper has made homemade dog treats on at least once occasion and he immediately became Champ’s second-favorite

Obsidian is canonically a dog person, but I have a feeling Shale isn’t too keen on having a husky in the manor. Champ is pretty well-trained though, so Shale can get him to at least go away when he’s going aAWAWAAWAWAWA. Also Lucidity would probably run him through and fry him if he tried to hurt his dog, so there’s that. Other than that, tho, he does like Champ. Champ will lay down at his feet and chill with him sometimes. They’re vibing. Mostly. 

Jade loooooves Champ. Lucidity lets him and Dark keep an eye on the good boye when he has to leave, though he makes sure Jade actually knows how to take care of a dog first. While Dark isn’t super sure he likes Lucidity, he doesn’t mind watching Champion. Champ seems to be very happy and well-cared for, so Lucidity can’t be all that bad. Right?

Koroit builds up some crazy static if she’s not careful, and has to wear gloves just so she doesn’t burn her own hands from her magic, so I feel like she might not want to pet Champ. He desperately wants pats but she doesn’t want to accidentally zap him. Especially since she has no idea how much might kill him. Eventually she does figure out how to make sure she doesn’t hurt him giving him pats. Out of necessity. He keeps putting his head on her knee and giving her these big ol eyes when she’s sitting down.

I think Lucidity trained Champ not to get up on furniture, but Champ’s smart enough to realize that he can get away with it with some people. In particular Jade. Jade will let Champ up on the couch or his bed and let Champ squish him. Jade’s lucky Dark’s the only one who knows so far that he’s the main one responsible for this, because Shale’s not happy with all the husky fur on his goddam furniture.

Jet feels like a cat person, but I also feel like Nightshade would be the kind of guy who goes ‘we are NOT getting a dog’ and then becomes the dog’s best friend when they get one. Though let’s be real, Nightshade is also probably letting Champ up on the furniture once in a while. He only does it if he’s not wearing his nice clothes that he goes out in public with. He is NOT getting dog fur on his clothes!!!!!!!!!

Champ will sit with Paraiba and Silver and ‘join’ their conversation. He recognizes that Silver’s hand thing is a way of talking, because he can see that Paraiba will stop making noise when they start signing things, and start making noise when they’re done. They’re rather impressed. Once Champ starts ‘talking’ though it’s just him and Paraiba. 

“AwwaWAWAAWa”

“Oh? Really? Tell me more.”

“grrrOOO”

“I see, I see. Have you considered communism?”

“BARK awawa”

“Hm, yeah, good point.”

Just. that. For like ten minutes. Silver is having a hard time keeping a straight face

Zuli’s a little afraid of Champ at first, but since he’s a very well-trained good boy Champ knows to sit and be calm, especially when someone seems nervous. Champ happily accepts head pats. Champ will trot along beside Zuli when he comes upstairs. He tries to get Zuli to play with him but Zuli doesn’t usually have the energy to. Champ is sad. Zuli gives scritches though so he’s not too upset. 

Actually, I wonder if Champ gets a little vocal if Shale’s around and he notices Zuli’s getting really nervous. Especially when Shale gets close. Champ’s not being aggressive or even threatening, but he’s clearly not happy. Zuli is now Champ’s biggest fan in the manor, aside from Lucidity himself. Champ has become his emotional support dog and he’s almost looking forward to coming upstairs now. He gets mostly left alone by Shale, there’s a very sweet dog who wants to hang out with him, and the very sweet dog seems to keep telling Shale to fuck off. 

Lucidity doesn’t even know why or how Champ seems to know what’s going on, but he’s more than happy to let Zuli go around with Champ while he’s upstairs. Eventually Shale just leaves him alone entirely. Not worth it. This might mean Zuli can just stay upstairs, but I think Zuli would be too afraid that Shale would want to mess with him again if he does. Because there’s no way Champ’s going to stay with him 24/7; Champ has all these other people, including his actual owner, to hang out with and play with and mooch treats off of. He doesn’t begrudge Champ time with the other humans who adore him, he just would like to continue having Shale leave him the hell alone.

Lucidity gets Champ a few dog beds. They’re around the manor. One’s in his room, there’s one in a couple of the shared spaces like the living room and stuff. In about a week there’s 3x more dog beds than Lucidity got and no one will admit to getting any. There’s also a bunch of dog toys, like, everywhere. Champ is having a GREAT time. Lucidity caught Nightshade bringing Champ a squeaky toy. Champ loves this squeaky toy. Shale does not like the squeaky toy. Champ can’t have the squeaky toy when Shale’s around :(( 

Champ’s presence is actually boosting the mood of pretty much everyone in the manor. This means better performance from the team, but shale doesn’t like that everyone’s so happy. Lucidity keeps making comments about him being a cartoon villain whenever Shale says anything about it, even indirectly, and it’s just making Shale more mad. Nightshade is having so much fun watching this. 

Champ probably follows Jasper around some nights. Human up??? What human doing??? What going on :0 

As much as Lucidity would like to take Champ for a trip outside of the manor’s universe, he knows that the manor is safe. The only people who know where it is are the people who live there. And he’s terrified that someone would see them and try to take Champ from him, one way or another. Fortunately, Champ’s very happy to have this ginormous house and yard to run around in, so Lucidity doesn’t feel too bad. 

Lucidity is very protective of Champ now. He’s all he has left. He’ll lose Champion one day, yes; but peacefully passing from old age is something Lucidity can handle. It happens. It’s happened so many times. It’ll break his heart, but at least he’ll know Champion lived a full, happy life. 

[lovevalley45]

#fictober24 - day twenty-two

"Why are we doing this again?"

original fiction (dungeons and dragons) (continuation of yesterday's prompt)

word count: 1464

tw: implied drug use (for comedic purposes)

Of all the things Darius could be doing on a Friday night, hanging at a house full of business majors was far from his favorite. 

He could have been meeting up with his friends to hear about the latest drama they were all getting up to. He could have been at home with his cat, Olea, and a National Geographic documentary. Hell, he could have been stuck at one of Dr. Vallus' boring soirées, schmoozing professors and drinking free champagne. 

Yet, he was here, watching the crowd. 

Beside him, Cassandra nudged his shoulder. "That's him." 

Darius eyed the group of people that had just walked in, talking with one another. "Which one?" 

"That guy." She gestured towards a skinny guy with long, blonde hair. He had a face that annoyed him on sight. 

"Really? That guy?" 

"Don't judge my taste," Cassandra said. 

"Well, you roped me into helping you get one over on this guy, so I can judge all I want." Darius turned to her. "Seriously, why are we doing this again? Do you really care about this guy that much?" 

She looked down into her beer, as if the narrow neck of the bottle was easier to face than his gaze. "Call me prideful. Or spiteful. But it's not that he pretended I don't exist. That professor already hates me, and he makes it so much worse." 

He took another look at him - Galsariad, or whatever his dumb name. There weren’t many people he hated on sight, but he had pretentious, trust fund kid vibes that set off warning bells in his head. He’d spent too much time in private school as the only kid there on a scholarship, both the only Black kid and the only kid from the backwoods. Fuck it, he decided. “Yeah. Screw this guy.” 

“See, I knew you’d get it.” Cassandra stood on her toes, even though she already looked over the heads of everyone else in the room. “Where’d Milo go?” 

“He’s probably taken my car and ditched us,” Darius said. 

She shot him a withering look. “He knows his part in our plan.” 

“Doesn’t mean he’ll want to participate.” 

Cassandra rolled her eyes, but he knew she agreed. Darius didn’t understand why she’d picked Milo to be their man to drag Gal away from his friends. Though he hated the guy on principle, he could’ve seduced him away. In fact, he was ready to, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie as she continued to look around. 

“Okay, please don’t take my mortal enemy to bed,” she said. “Milo will come through.” 

He still had his doubts. But it wasn’t long until Milo appeared. He touched Gal on the arm, saying something that neither of them could hear over the music. As Gal nodded and headed off, Milo shot them a look. It didn’t take much interpretation to know what he was thinking - You so owe me. 

As they waited for an appropriate time to pass before they could follow him, Darius asked, “What’d you tell him to say again?” 

“Try to sell him coke,” Cassandra said casually. 

He nearly choked on his beer. “What?” 

“What? This is why I sent Milo to do. He looks like a preppy guy with access to coke. You look like you deal weed.”

“Rude.” 

“The earthy, hoodie-wearing, slacker vibes you give off don’t help you there,” Cassandra told him. “Even if I know that you’re a snob for a good wine and… have you ever even smoked weed?” 

“There was that one time Zenith came over when you weren’t home,” he mumbled. 

“Oh my God,” she said. “Why did you never tell me that?” 

“Later.” Darius threw back the rest of his beer. “Let’s go.” 

The crowd parted as the two of them walked towards the stairs. He had scouted out the house earlier and determined where Milo should lure Gal: a bedroom of one of the house’s inhabitants that was left unprotected, but had an air of college boyness that would kill the mood for any potential hook-ups. It made him wish that Cassandra had one of the scented candles she’d lit around the apartment in her purse, but he doubted she had considered that in her planning. 

Besides, committing arson was not in their plan. He wasn’t a chemistry major, but he figured some of the fumes in that room must have been combustible. 

When they stepped into the hall, Darius let Cassandra lead the charge. Being in the trajectory of her wrath was not his idea of a good time. 

She wasted no time heading to the room they'd designated for their confrontation and opened the door. "Hey, boo. Miss me?" 

Darius peered into the room to catch Gal's surprised face. He pitied him for what was going to come. Only a little

As Cassandra walked in, he followed and shut the door, standing in front of it. He wasn't very good in a physical fight, but he looked deceptively imposing enough that he would take standing guard. 

"What the hell?" Gal asked. 

Milo looked up from the desk, putting on his best innocent face. And- 

"Milo!" Cassandra cried, taking in the lines of white powder on the desk. "I didn't think you actually had cocaine on you!" 

Somehow, Darius found it hard to be surprised. Of all the things Milo could be up to behind their backs, dealing drugs was the tamest possibility. 

Their roommate merely shrugged. "I didn't do any. Designated driver, remember?" 

Gal backed up as Cassandra started rifling through her purse. "What is going on here?" 

She pulled out her tablet. "You are getting blackmailed."

Darius leaned forward. "I don't think you're supposed to tell people when they're getting blackmailed." 

Milo agreed silently, having dropped into the desk chair to spectate. He had a feeling that he'd gone along with their plan because he wanted to see just how things would unfold. 

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought the same. 

Gal sat on the edge of the bed, hands laid in his lap. "Well. What do you know?" 

"I know that you forged your letters to get into Waterdeep University's masters' program. I did some sniffing around - you know, you should tell Dr. Teflon to get a better lock on her office door-" Cassandra tapped on her tablet. "Your professors at Jigow State - wonderful school, I nearly considered it - say you never consulted them for a recommendation." She turned her tablet out. "Why did you lie?" 

"You're insane," he said. 

Unfortunately, Darius kinda had to agree with him there. He had no clue how Cassandra retrieved that information, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to ask. 

"I'm right. I can prove it, and I can send that information to some high-up people in the university. The Dean of the College of Natural Sciences like to drink with Dr. Vallus, doesn’t she, Darius?” 

He didn’t like using his connections on campus like that. But he nodded, solemnly. “Dr. Vallus and I are real besties.” 

Gal started to sweat. “And you’re going to tell her I do coke?” 

“No,” Cassandra said. “I’m trying to ruin your career, not get you thrown in jail.” 

He sighed in relief, hanging his head. “Fine. What do you want?” 

“I want you to change my grade on my paper for Teflan’s class to an A. I did A level work! And you gave me a C.” 

“All this over a C on a paper?” Milo asked, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Shut up, coke dealer,” Cassandra said, holding a hand up. 

“Fuck. Fine.” Gal raised his head. “It was a B- at best, though.” 

“So you did grade me down!” 

���Okay, I did.” He stood up. “I will fix your grade. And I will make sure that you pass this class and any other class that I have to TA. Shit.” 

Cassandra put her tablet together satisfied. “Deal.” She turned to Milo. “Did you charge him for the coke?” 

“Yeah,” he said. 

Darius sighed dramatically. 

Gal started to stand up. “I’m just gonna go-” He walked up to him nervously. 

Cassandra shot him a look, and he stepped out of the way. Gal scammered out of the room, shutting the door behind him with a slam. 

“Don’t just leave your coke in here,” she said, before following him back out into the hall. 

Milo turned to Darius, as if waiting for him to make a comment. 

“If I ask questions, will you kick me out?”

“Yes.” 

“Okay, fine.” He tucked his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. “I think I’m ready to go home.” 

“Agreed. I just have to-” Milo waved his hands over the desk. 

Darius turned to head out. “Alright.” 

At least he’d have quite the story to tell his friends.

[nochi-quinn]

candela obscura chapter 3 episode 3: slay the empress

candles in the wind, got it

oh no aabria looks SO GOOD

the gold on the fingers???

hey what the fuck

"a chair outside of elsie's room" weh

not the vermin guard posted outside the room

wait hang on what are nokari's pronouns? am I delusional?

a brain right off the bat??

A TOKEN RIGHT OFF THE BAT??

"you…kept it?" you two are going to kill me but also is this the TIME

"oscar is an interesting fellow" ducks the shippers

AABRIA

"that's all of them, friend"

everyone here has two hands

cosmo

hey liam fuck you

LIGHTS?

HEARTBEAT??

SLOWING HEARTBEAT??

madame glask's mic is currently fucked

mama glask

"but I go here"

roll to convince child not to alcohol

I had to step away, did oscar just say he likes kids bc they're easy to lie to

samuel

"you're killing aabria. look at her."

cheese it it's the fuzz

party of Many

LIGHTS

are they fucking MOLOTOVING THE CASINO

"of COURSE"

GINA

samuel

people's elbow

aabria said no pigeons at this table

stress level: sam's going "oh boye"

"powers?? of….persuasion???"

"HEY STOP THAT"

"pop a titty out" aabria

"well then fuck"

"I WANT TO KICK ASS" noshir bby

roll to persuade the gm

HEY AABRIA???

"you guys can be here now" "…no thanks"

fuck bran the soldier all my homies hate bran the soldier

guns is cheating

YEAH

"can I have my dice back?"

okay flash powder pearl earring is pretty good

girl with the flash powder earring

"I feel like I would beast out immediately" "oh, GOOD"

I feel like two sixes should cancel out a one

aabria MEAN

"she'll probably choose nice things" press x

"fucking COCK"

"do you drive?" "who do I look like?"

"I have no depth perception!"

oh ashly's panic noises :(

RAJ. CONTROL THYSELF.

"DON'T KINKSHAME."

"this is the monsterfucker season!"

no we need travis reverse psychologizing the dice

oh no

oh NO

"BURCH"

"he's a billion years old"

"I think of my mother" fuck you liam o'brien

these monster noises are like bricks scraping together but bass-boosted and I'm into it

"I like that pitch"

aabria. aabria no.

"she's so mean"

"what are you doing over there?" HER BEST

these two are going to k i l l me

and possibly each other

probably definitely cosmo

"I could never strike my queen" lays in the floor

"and he's made of talcum powder"

"you need to roll like him"

hey liam

hey liam what the fuck does that mean

just a bunch of passed-out fuckers outside the burning casino

"I just want to let you know you're so pretty right now"

aabria: take a bleed and you can kill this gu sam: done

"we take it back, mina, you can drink"

oh buddy

buff mina!!

imposter god??

fuck yeah multisentry

she's in her morphing clothes

liam do not manipulate this so you die

I'm still not sure he didn't knock the tower over on purpose in sagas of sundry

I'm typing so I don't have to listen to his describe how horrifically he's fucked up

NOW I'M TYPING SO I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO NOSHIR

sam is me

"I'm gonna take off HIS coat and wrap his arm"

liam your noises are unneccesary and unappreciated

samuel

"he's very hittable"

"what a sight" rajan

underground??

"it's called rollies"

"you have to beat a 3" "well I got a 1"

MINA D:

I absolutely called he was going to block mina with his body

sam's just like that

"an os-scar"

"edit that out please" "they absolutely will not"

that's so many drive

spend 3 drive to Slap

gina

aabria's going to murder you

"every time I have a problem, I just throw a molotov. then boom, I have a different problem."

wait I need raj's arm to fall the rest of the way off so I can have HFW feels

sam

"everyone take three points of bleed"

slow-release molotov

sounds!

"they're like birthday candles"

OOH

I appreciate the committment to the bit

TIME BUGS

"'you' feels like a 'we' in your mouth"

oh jesus this is supposed to run another 2 and a half hours

"I wouldn't worry about that" too late am worried

noshir

you're going to give sam an anuerysm

candela obscura has magic pockets

hey sam

hey sam drop your location I just wanna talk

SAM

"there is a wish" sam's not allowed to say those words in my presence

"if you say it it won't come true"

"it never makes a splash" hey aabria what the fuck

THIS is why it's another two hours

"did you say 'friend'?!" "…NO."

baka rajan-kun

"I heard you~"

"don't hurt yourself"

…is aabria done up as Iomene

at this point I wouldn't be surprised if cosmo just pulled out his own literal jawbone

"how adorably pedestrian" rajan

I'm starting to get slay the princess vibes. I have no basis for this, it's literally just Vibes

"like a giant……maw."

"I'm gonna tiptoe into chernobyl"

these two are gonna KILL ME

bruce banner negotiating with the hulk vibes

ykw this polycule is canon and I'll fight you about it

not the breathing

"I would punch her out of the way"

w e l p

these five are going to all kill each other and also me

"there might be time later"

"WHICH ONE WAS IT"

"I'm sure that's fine"

if there's one thing liam o'brien's gonna do it's make me cry about his character's mom

is The Old Way blood

hey cosmo whatcha doin

aaaahhhhh noises

EARTHQUAKE LIGHTS

oh that's a cool idea for a scar

I've loved everybody's scars in general, they're all really creative

yeah yeah tears of the kingdom we've all played it

oh it's one of THOSE

I like the split screen but one of my favorite things is watching the other players react to the wild shit people do solo and I so desperately want to see ashly's face right now

aabria you can't just cut ALL the lights like that I have anxiety

and so does sam

hello 911 aabria and sam are killing me with acting again

the slay the princess vibes continue

lays in the floor about elsie roberts

"you contain multitudes" some of them have big big teeth

"I have notes"

"not as old as you" "rude"

he said the thing

oh sam's been crying, liam got sam

no fuck you I did the "five go in one comes out" with madness I'm not doing this again

erika ishii already ripped my heart out you can't have it aabria

lays in the floor about elsie roberts harder

sam

oh gina

liam just has that voice now

[cutpaperbleedswater]

In the mirror is the reflection of a dead man walking

He’s rushing around looking for that one item his daughter just has to have in her bag. A simple dark green bag with dandelions he painted himself, branding her indirectly as theirs. This time the formerly mentioned item is a hair brush. 

“Daad, I know I don’t have curly hair like you but I did inherit the thickness, it’s going to be windy today, I need my hair brush.” 

So now she’s probably stood by the door, tapping her foot in the floor, arms crossed, waiting for him, because the walk upstairs would ‘ruin her shoes’. 

Though anyone who has ever met him couldn’t even lie saying he’s a quiet walker, he manages to acquire the hairbrush from her room without disturbing the shadows that flee at the slightest movement. He carefully twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, with precision owed to his art. 

When he arrives back downstairs, he holds out the hairbrush and his daughter flies into him, wrapping her arms around him, initiating a hug he returns before lightly tapping her shoulder to say it’s time to go. Katniss smiles at him and kisses him on the cheek before herding their children out of the door, leaving him alone, like every morning. He dreams of the day both his son and daughter are old enough to walk themselves so he can have just that bit more time with Katniss. 

Sighing, he begins his loud pursuit up the stairs with the intention of perhaps having a shower, grabbing his clothes from their bedroom. He steps into their en-suite and promptly stumbles back. Looking back at him is a man dead and gone a good 25 years ago at the very least.

Frantic blue eyes whiz back and forth across the mirror, he watched the pupils bounce backward and forward until his head starts to spin. He frantically looks up to his hair, a slightly darker blonde, with looser curls that only add to the image of his father. The kindness and vibrancy in his eyes, the well rounded jaw-line, soft face. Even to him, his neck is the same. Then a blink.  This time he does fall back. His father. He is the carbon copy of a dead man. Overtime the initial boyness of his appearance has been chipped away, revealing someone he likes to think looks more stable. In his childhood he remembers the comments everyone made about the Mellark boys’ strong genes, he felt proud, happy to feel included, but now he just feels despair. Only one of those four are alive and that’s him, the one who still marvels about how he still breathes. He remembers people saying him and his older, but not oldest, brother could pull off being twins. And then the very rare old person stopping him in the street to say he looked exactly like his father at whatever age it was. Now no one needs to tell him (the ones that would anyway are nearly all dead) that. At the sight, despair pools in his lungs, coating his insides with it. 

After years, going on decades, he finally wonders if his father would be proud of the person his son is. He likes to think he would; he continues the legacy of being a generous tradesman, his kindness still digs under peoples skin, he doesn’t normally let out frustration by means of violence on anything other than kneading the dough a bit aggressively. He’s an active figure in his children’s lives, they can trust him. He’s finally broken free from the chains of his trauma that held him down, he fought his battles head on. For that, he hopes his father would be proud. He hopes they all would be. Bar his mother, who was anything but in the sense of caring for and nurturing him. 

He shuffles against the door, knees pulled up to his chest, hands in hair, tugging at the greasy curls. Who’s he kidding? Surely not himself. What is there for his father to be proud of? What is left of the son he sent off to the Games? The son turned insane just for doing what’s right. The son who tried to kill his beloved. The son who had lost control of himself at one of the most crucial times.  That’s where Katniss finds him. Small handfuls of his straw blonde hair sat around him. She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t need to, only pulls him close to her and begins massaging his hands. Tricking them into letting go. She watches the tears flow down his face and her heart pangs but she knows he’ll be okay in a few. He always is. Always.

[vendettavalor]

// For a witch, their familiar is more than just a companion. It is a representation of who they are and their very soul. At a young age, they go through a trial that tests their heart as well as their abilities, and from that their familiar's shape is revealed. They can change shape as needed, but they mostly default to one True Form. Their familiar walks with them through life and is said to guide their spirit to rest after death before reincarnating into the animal that is their True Form.

// According to some sources, some witches may have multiple familiar. This usually happens because said familiars were given to them by other witches. It's very uncommon for a witch to have multiple familiars naturally.

// During the Mythic Wars, Amalgamate stood beside a lot of good witches - many of them friends. At the hour of their death, she was there to comfort them and hold their hands as they passed. Because their deaths were often painful and slow, they did not want their familiars to suffer their pain and used their last breaths to tie them to Amalgamate instead. This had significant meaning, as it meant that their spirits would never rest and be condemned to an eternity in purgatory. Still, she honored their wishes knowing what it would mean, sparing their familiars the agony and allowing them to linger after death.

// To this day, Amalgamate maintains charge over these familiars. She walks with her own three (a large black wolf, a black cat, and a raven) as well as the two of her two closest friends' who cannot bear to be apart from her (a white cat and a little black Scottish Terrier). The rest that she managed to save linger on the ranch near her secret cottage in the woods. Occasionally, they rotate out and join her. Most like to stay at the cottage however, as it's close to the final resting places of their old witch companions.

// For a nonexhaustive list of the familiars she takes care of, see below the cut:

Scottish terrier - Jack

Giant Poodle - Boye

Black Cat - Igor (Amalgamate’s)

White cat - Mune

Raven - Nevermore (Amalgamate’s)

Black Wolf - Nightshade (Amalgamate’s)

Crow - Cairn

Butterfly - Juliette

Preying Mantis - Norman

Rat - Atticus

Mouse - Luma

Hare - Juniper

Rabbit - Lorelei

Ferret - Gloria

Boar - Benvolio

Potbelly Pig - Penelope

Ram - Trityn

Billy Goat - Elliott

Sheep - Wooliette

Black Fresian Horse - Harkin

Frog - Mushroom

Toad - Wart

Moth - Lamp

Iguana - Marcus

Crocodile - Joanna

Chameleon - Drevius

Axolotl - Julian

Newt - Wiccaby

Grizzly Bear - Moriarity

Miniature Horse - Gala

Betta Fish - Charmie

Koi - Lillian

Mako Shark - Nora

Piebald Deer - Marius

[scatterpatter]

Geno + 23 for the character ask game?

23. Favorite picture of this character?

If we're talking canon picture it's gotta go to his LIL SMILE MANNNN

I still need to beat the game so who knows maybe there'll be a cutscene that blows me away with how much of a cutie patootie he is but mannn I just love his lil ^-^

If we're talking fanart MAN HOW CAN I CHOOSE theres SO MANY GOOD ARTISTS OUT THERE who make SO MANY GOOD THINGS FRICKKKK

for my OWN art idk man but this one i drew way back in 2020 while not fully up to my art standards now, i still like it because sephiroth and geno are good boyes. ... Well one of them's a good boy. I like sephiroth.

look at them. theyre dorks.

[libidomechanica]

What could envy not at time by there she saw the porch

Along tale, nought him rather cares,     and again revives to rest; the day-light or throughout an     errand would have no

permanent found, his nest; and bathe indeed     I louers sheepe, that it is all making his most greater     the forum, and with

Pedrillo’s pain assuaged, and overswear     the Oppian Law. They were worn that dilettanti do     with eyes of all that’s not

in or out; there the eye, Love, in     woe I vowed haue lorne theirs, and they wrung as if a Spanish     friendship’s pleasure, girdle

sparely smiles, by which Lord he     prayers to Art, he were camel’s bells from the day not blow     away my painful pulse

and weepe: let me hopped and tears running     for Refuge, and bears and thee. Him have so rough, though her     o’erflows, now flockes to

be sure. If I may restless time     idle and as he held me upon the mid-day having     of the centre of your

Foliage, and the wane of this,     though t was a moment’s gentleman wastful groue the them     upon my fate, made

eternal motives thrown in the bough.     You held me up into his head, and by sweet girls a glance     the iollye eue, hey ho gracious

tale: the goal, this piteous plight     repass’d the first and blythe interest’ meaning. And now his     anatomy, I’ve read.

Of echoing to be the devil     they go, and cave the distance all thee down head upon     the wind a cold bark was

just enough, they so few—nine into     my come folkes make the long frustration as well ycond     his mate life: and trust the

gazing stream, and this sentence. Her     looks about your good on the shepheard, I know that’s in hand     disturbing here by the

boats of op’ning Phoebus face, and     fro, ever a moment to catch her hair, I fear the Altars     he taken by a

dunces with a shocking. Indeed     of delights her equal arming meal she liefest boye, how     turn his babes, poor goodness,

and heart with your down—will from hall     there, emitting by which he deepest attraction as thou     nothing: only, the vale.

[adverbian]

Fuck shit, Harriet Vane is all I could think of:

“He wanted devotion. I gave him that. I did, you know. But I couldn’t stand being made a fool of. I couldn’t stand being put on probation, like an office-boy, to see if I was good enough to be condescended to. I quite thought he was honest when he said he didn’t believe in marriage—and then it turned out that it was a test, to see whether my devotion was abject enough. Well, it wasn’t. I didn’t like having matrimony offered as a bad-conduct prize.”

I mean, it’s not that. Aziraphale and Crowley are Harriet and Peter (though which is which is up for debate); neither of them is Philip Fucking Boyes. Furthermore, you could as easily apply that quote the other way around, to Aziraphale’s offer of angel reinstatement.

But also, can you imagine if, after holding Peter at arm’s length for years, Harriet had kissed him to — well, if the end of Gaudy Night hadn’t happened, say, if she had kissed him to beg him not to go to Rome when the Foreign Office ordered him there —

Jesus, can you imagine Peter’s reaction to that?

(Harriet had far too much pride to do any such thing, of course. But then, she also wasn’t desperate.)

These doubly-brainrotted thoughts are barely coherent; I’m sorry. I’m not sure I know where I’m going with this, except for I wrote them Busman’s Honeymoon for a reason.

But also their dynamic is actually more complicated than Harriet and Peter, and Harriet and Peter are already pretty god damn complicated.

6 months on it still thinking about how much of a shock that kiss must’ve been to Aziraphale.

The way Crowley steers his cooperation around really gave Aziraphale no warning at all. I was thinking about the development of their body language and it’s interesting to me so have an analysis under the cut.

Crowleys body language doesn’t change all that much over the course of their history. After their initial meetings as angels then in Eden, Crowleys already leaning in, orbiting and slinking around in quite a comfortable, familiar way. He tends to angle his body towards Aziraphale and stands quite close to him. He shows no sign of being fearful or uncomfortable. He quite happily moves in and around Aziraphales personal space without a care in the world even when they hardly knew each other yet.

Aziraphale however starts out looking guarded and unsure. He often stands facing forward while talking to Crowley sideways.

As we go through history Aziraphale becomes more comfortable. He opens up, starts to angle his body more towards Crowley, stops guarding with his hands and moves into Crowleys space on his own. And he starts to initiate physical contact where it’s not even necessary.

But the only times I can think of Crowley initiating physical contact before the kiss are ones that could easily be written off as just friendly or something else like

The wall push (which was aggressive)

The magic shop handshake is practical for sealing the deal

The handhold for the swap (mutual initiation, also practical we assume)

Sitting on the arm of the chair and kinda sorta leaning on Aziraphale when Muriel turns up

Crowley also tends to reject Aziraphales touch by removing himself from it like in the 1800’s, dodging with some roundabout footwork or leaning away. With moments like the pub or the shoulder touch he doesn’t have much of a visible reaction. Granted his eyes are hidden but Aziraphale probably thinks he just doesn’t like being touched. And yes, Neil said they like holding hands, but do they know the other likes holding hands?

And I can hear you say ok then why does Crowley always put himself within touching distance if he don’t wanna be touched? Yeah, he does, but from Aziraphales perspective Crowley has always done this. He’s always been standing close or leaning in. It’s just how he is. Aziraphale is the one who’s changed. He’s become walking megaphone just blasting ‘please hold my hand before I discorporate on the spot pleasepleaselpleaseplease…’

Aziraphale is clearly a physical touch being. He reaches for Crowley in the most stressful or emotionally charged moments. And I think he has been holding back (we can see that on his face) but there’s times where he seems to stop himself mid motion from touching Crowley. Such as after Gabriels appearance and Az is trying to keep Crowley calm

When Crowley says he’s going to take the humans out

And when Crowley goes to take Maggie and Nina out of the bookstore when Heaven and Hell are there. There is a safety element here as it’d be unwise for him to show his affection with Heaven or Hell around but Aziraphales first instinct is to reach for him. But Crowley just gets out of the way like he does it all the time. It’s another dance they do, Aziraphale pursues with physical affection, Crowley avoids. And Aziraphale doesn’t want to cross boundaries he’s perceiving Crowley to be putting up around physical affection so he’s holding it back.

And I think all that is part of the reason Aziraphale looks angry after the kiss. He’s possibly thinking (among many other things) that Crowley has rejected or ignored his physical affection all this time, making Aziraphale think he didn’t want it when he did. And that would be a painful thing to realise when you thought you yearned alone.

So I don’t blame Aziraphale for being upset when he gets this sudden enormous dose of physical contact out of the blue. He had no warning. On the contrary, Crowleys been acting like a big, prickly, demonic cactus. And it would’ve been endlessly confusing to be kissed after years believing the want for even the lightest of touches wasn’t reciprocated.

[publichistoryinternship]

week ten

This week I faced my first (small) speed bump in the interview process in my time with VHP so far. I had an interview scheduled on Tuesday with a Vet who had not filled out her biodata sheet, so I was planning to do it fully off the cuff. On Tuesday, my supervisor and I stayed on the Zoom for about ten minutes to be sure our client was not going to show up, but the Vet had sent us an email to reschedule about five minutes into when our Zoom meeting was supposed to be, so we knew she was not going to show. Oh well, Semper Gumby! This was good experiencing in working in on the fly interview work for me and I knew at some point I was going to have an interview that did not show up for their appointment, so I’m not too put out from the whole thing. On a more interesting note, Sarah Boye and I did an interview on Friday with a former staff member at Sunland hospital. The interview was conducted at the Sanford Museum. Sunland was a hospital in Pine Hills, meant for mentally and physically handicapped patients. This hospital had a history of mistreatment and was closed down because of a lawsuit, left abandoned for years. The man we interviewed was a grant manager for the property, so he did not work directly with the patients, but he told us about the work he did with the hospital as well as telling us about the physical building and the staff. This was a super interesting interview to do, as it was outside my usual Veteran interview work. The Sunland scandal as a whole is a delicate subject, so I am trying my best as an oral historian to approach the situation with grace and compassion. Our interviewee got emotional at one point, which is something I have never dealt with before, but no doubt will be dealing with frequently as I go on with oral history work. I think I’m decent at dealing with emotion, I have some experience in my former work at a homeless shelter, as oftentimes people would get emotional telling me their living situations. However, I am not a terribly emotional person myself and I definitely believe this is an area I could improve on. This next week is Spring Break for UCF, so I will not be conducting any VHP work in the near future. Lined up though, this week one of my Vets scheduled an interview. He’s one of my best friend’s dads, so I’m very excited to talk to him about his military service. He also works now in mental health care for Veterans and I know this is an issue he is passionate about, so I am interested in talking more about that with him. I have never interviewed someone I know personally, so this will be a new fun challenge to take on. I will have to level the professional interviewer version of myself with the version he already knows- which I think mostly consists of me going to his house to eat tacos and roast marshmallows in the backyard with his son! 

[icharchivist]

Aaaaaaa tysm for blogging the FEs!

I'm so happy Ragazzo got some catharsis at last and I like that he's not immediately better and they take some time for him to recover from his intense trauma. It makes it feel more serious. Hell, him not knowing what to do with himself now that he's out of that toxic situation seems really realistic. It's been a lot and it's pretty much all he's ever known. Poor boye. Time for head pats.

But I can rest easy knowing he's surrounded by positive influences and can focus on getting better.

Meanwhile, Mari and Meg are just so iconic! Both individually and together. Wishing them nothing but the best!

Kudos to Mari for knowing what she wants and being laser focused on her goal.

you're welcome!! it's my pleasure!!!

Yeah fully agreeing on Ragazzo. It's messy, he's not fully healed, he's not fully reasoning about how fucked up the whole thing was, but he's making so much progress still, and it's interesting to see this balance. like you say, it's more serious, also more realistic?

He was abused by his parents and he never had the time to process how fucked up it was, because since he only ever wanted to be loved by his parents, the way Ferdinand took him in afterward just made him seek out the warmth he wanted on conditional requirements, and therefore didn't make him question why he couldn't get this warmth to start with.

He knows Ferdinand fucked him over after he cut his arms off, but everything else is still hard to process. he still sees things as hierarchies, as having to obey strict rules to get by, so in a sense his brain still works on the abusive mindset that he has to answer to someone to make his place worthwhile, and that punishment can happen if he steps out.

having to learn both that there's no hierarchy in life, and that actually, he deserved better all along, is something that's hard to process for him, but he's getting there, babysteps.

The crew is there to support him, especially his fellow accordants. (even though he's not one anymore).

And i did really like that he was acting so weirdly detached when the kid was speaking about his abuse, i think it has a very realistic edge that he's still struggling to process what's normal and what isn't, especially with the FE actually? showing that if he questions it it triggers flashbacks and it makes him unwell? this is a nice detail but it really helps anchoring Ragazzo into a very realistic and messy PTSD that he's working with now.

But at least he's also starting to realize that he doesn't want people to go through what he went through and that it's a good reason already to look forward and make his own path

i'm just really touched by his story. It was a bit unsettling to see him a bit distached from the abuse at first, but i do think it was done well enough that it felt like he just is processing all of it at his own rhythm. He's still new at this whole recovery thing after all.

As for the girls, LMAO YEAH they're always the same and it's always a blast. Meg is her intense self, Mari has her eyes on the prize, and it's always a delight to see them bounce of of each other. wishing them all of the best!

[puppypeter]

I always say that roy has the fatal flaw, that he believes there is something existentially wrong with him and is the poster child for childhood emotional neglect and that deep sense of unworthiness that comes with it

He would absolutely crave praise but at the same time be 1000% uncomfortable with it, wouldn't believe a word of it and would never dare to ask someone for it. There so much he'd need to explore with Dr Sharon first in order to get there. I men, he got sent away when he was fucking nine years old and the only person who seemed to care passed away. I bet nobody ever put the medals he won at the little league up on a board or his drawings on the fridge. I don't know why his parents made that decision, but I do think this quote from Running On Empty by Dr Jonice Webb applies regardless of whether their "reason" was work or not:

"By putting their work first, workaholics convey the message to their children that their feelings and needs are of lesser importance (damaging their children's self-worth). By failing to be an active part of their children's accomplishments and triumphs, they inadvertently convey a message that those accomplishments don't matter (damaging their children's self-esteem)".

Aka he's such a mess that he thinks everything he does well is just what it was supposed to be and there's no reason to praise him about it while also secretly wanting someone to rub his hair like a cat while telling him he did a good job and worked so hard

(sidenote: I'm begging for somebody to write about someone having a go at Roy but in such a earnest way and saying something like "I know you've worked so hard in your career, for the last 30 years, I can't even begin to imagine the effort and the dedication ..." and he just can't hold back his emotions that someone finally acknowledged the amount of work he's put in. Sure, fans have cheered him on for decades, but they had no idea how much effort it took and he himself has always been so dismissive of his own work that admitting it was hard is such a big step)

In order to be able to accept the praise he craves so much he first has to learn about emotions, accept that he has emotions and allow himself to feel them

He just need to be surrounded by incredibly annoying people who love him so much and will annoy him every day to remind him aka the whole of richmond full of himbos that look up to him and want to be like him (the himbos admitting that they don't just idolise him for his football skills but for his dedication and hard work and his honesty would fucking break him) and jamie's fan-boyness and roy kent always remains, and keely's I'm proud of you royo when he sees how he's opening up more and rebecca being there for him calling him out on his bullshit and the diamond dogs showing him that men can be open about their feelings and be there for each other

Turns out all of my highs are making love to my lows

Making fun of my boundaries, sticks and stones

You say "love" I believe it to the bone

If I could see how you see me

I could be a little bit happy

And through your eyes I realize

I could be a little bit happy

(from A Little Bit Happy by Talk)

okay but like. you're telling me that roy kent- who's incredibly self conscious and aware of what ppl say about him -wouldn't have a thing for praise? yeah.. okay..