#asteria argo

[antitheticallyargumentative]

Hi! I would very much love to hear the entire long rant about Ted and Jamie’s relationship!

I love you for indulging me.

A little disclaimer that I in no way hate Ted. I love him. He has good intentions. He's just a flawed human with a lot of his own baggage that hinders him from actually being able to objectively see Jamie's situation for what it is. And that leads to him offering shit advice. He seriously fucked up when it came to Jamie, (in my opinion), even if his heart was in the right place. So here we go.

TW- mentions of mental health issues, canonical suicide, and abuse and trauma

The way I see it, there are several things happening here. 1) Ted sees Jamie as a surrogate son-figure, because he misses his own son and Jamie is a little bit wayward and lacking his own father-figure, and that activates Ted's savior-complex-I-can-fix-him ways. 2) Ted sees Jamie as a little part of himself- his own inner child. The sixteen year old boy who brutally lost his own dad and never worked through the grief. 3) Jamie sees Ted, at least a bit, as a form of father figure, in the way that he both wants his approval and is innately distrustful of him. (Mind games.)

The problem then lies in the fact that Jamie is not truly either of these things that Ted sees him as, and Ted cannot be a healthy male figure for Jamie because he has too much of his own shit to work through, first. And Jamie also has his own.

I think that, at his core, Jamie wants to be a good person. His time at Richmond has seen him growing into one, and in his head I think he at least partially equates that to Ted's influence. So he wants to stay in Ted's good graces, because like he's said he never got a lot of support from older male figures, and that's clearly something he craves. He wants Ted's approval, but there's also the fact that Ted has left him during confrontations with his dad twice, and in Jamie's eyes, sent him away to Manchester City right after he started trying. Need for approval paired with feeling like he's walking a very fragile line and can't quite trust anything about his relationship with Ted to stay safe.

Ted holds onto a desperate need to fix things. When you see someone hurt themselves, or lose them to mental illness, it's traumatic. It makes you wonder if you could have, should have, done more. Seen it coming. If you could have stopped it. Ted said to Dr. Sharon that “I wasn’t ever gonna let anyone get by me without understanding that they might be hurting inside.” So now he walks through life trying to make sure everybody stays OK, except for himself. And you can't do that. It's not healthy. So when he sees Jamie, this twenty-something-year-old kid with a fucked up relationship with his dad, Ted can't see it clearly. He's so caught up in his own father-related trauma that he projects that onto Jamie. He gives Jamie the advice that he means for himself. Ted needs to forgive his father, so that he can process the grief and the trauma and move forward. Ted needs to give that to himself. But that is incredibly dangerous advice to give someone who's father is clearly shown to be emotionally and physically abusive.

Ted and Jamie both have a lot of father-related trauma. But their situations are not at all applicable to each other, it's just that Ted can't see that because he hasn't worked through any of his own issues. Which leads to complicated relationships and shitty, dangerous advice. There we go.

Woo! That was long.

[sighonaraa]

30 and/or 32 from the Drabble prompt list with any character you like best for it

30: "Do you need a band-aid?"

Sam's not… certain how he feels about Jamie. Not entirely. Not even fractionally, really, because mostly when he tries to figure out how he feels about Jamie he ends up just feeling this sick, twisted knot in the pit of his stomach, and sort of like he wants to cry. So. He tries not to figure it out. Even now that Jamie's started being--

Well. Jamie's started being nice, or nicer, and it's confusing in the way that it's confusing when a teething puppy suddenly stops biting your hands when you try to feed it. You want to be angry at it for how badly it hurt, but you can't. You just can't.

Which means that Sam's doing the only thing he can do: Ignore it. He thanked Jamie for supporting him in the Dubai Air protest, and Jamie accepted the gratitude with an uncharacteristic, silent, almost shy jerk of his head, and since then they've been orbiting the locker room on opposite sides of each other, just waiting for the moment they finally have to collide.

Sam wasn't expecting that collision to happen like this.

**

His knee stings. Worse than stings. It burns, all the way through; the top layer of skin's been shaved off by the rough scrape of grass, and blood's spilling from the wound quicker than Sam thinks should be possible. It's not a bad injury. It's not bad at all. He'd had worse as a kid in the park, playing with his friends. Yet he can't stop the tears from welling in his eyes, nor the thick ache that rises at the back of his throat, and before he knows it he's sitting there in the middle of the practice pitch, silently sobbing over a skinned knee.

He hears a whistle blow, somewhat distantly.

"Hey, Sam," Ted says, a few moments later. Sam sniffles, head tucked to his chest. "Y'alright?"

"I'm fine, Coach," Sam mumbles. His voice is damp, sodden. "Just tripped."

"Yeah, made a little love to the ground with your knee, huh? Been there. You wanna head on inside, get some ice on that baby?"

Sam considers, cheeks hot with shame. He should decline the offer and stand up and continue playing. It's what Isaac would do, what Roy would've done, what Jamie--

Anyway. He should decline. But he still can't stop the tears, and a sob's building in his chest, one that he knows is going to tear out of him soon. And he'd prefer to be alone when that happens. "Thank you, Coach," he says, softly. "I'll do that."

So he heads inside. Makes it to the locker room before slumping onto the bench and burying his face in his hands, shoulders quaking with the strength of his cries, odd, half-strangled sounds escaping his mouth without permission. Much like his feelings about Jamie, he's not entirely certain what it is he's crying about now; only that it's been a long time coming.

"Oi. Twenty-Four."

Sam jerks against his palms; a gut instinct, born of months spent listening to that voice insult him in every possible way under the sun. It takes a moment to remind himself not to immediately snap back, that nothing horrible has been said yet.

"Jamie," he says, scrubbing his eyes before lifting his head and fixing his gaze on their resident recovering prince prick-- Isaac's words, not Sam's, but appropriately applicable in many scenarios. "What do you want?"

It's sharper than, perhaps, Jamie's initial statement warrants. Yet Jamie doesn't rise to the challenge it presents. Instead, he shuffles his feet and shakes them out, one by one. A nervous tic. Sam's noticed it, even though he's done his best not to.

"Coach says you got hurt," says Jamie, strangely hesitant. He twists his mouth to the side. His hands find a home inside the sleeves of his kit. "I, uh. Thought I'd come see, like. Make sure you're… okay, and all."

"…Oh," Sam says. He feels a bit dumbstruck; a bit like his brain's missed a step in this conversation and is now playing catch-up to fill in the gaps. "That's… that's kind of you, Jamie, but. I'm fine. I just--" To his horror, his nose starts to sting again.

Jamie doesn't mention the hitch in Sam's voice. He just rocks up onto the balls of his feet, then back onto the heels. Blurts, "I've got band-aids."

"What?"

"In me locker," Jamie clarifies, hooking a thumb over his shoulder. "I've got band-aids, 'cause, uh-- just 'cause. They've got kittens on 'em. You want one?"

"I don't--"

"I'll get you one," says Jamie, and does exactly that.

When he returns, Sam's crying again; softer than before, less purposeful and more releasing the last of the water from a soaked towel, wringing it out till it's a bit wrinkled but dry at last. Jamie offers the band-aid, and it has got little kittens on it, batting balls of yarn back and forth.

"They're very sweet," says Sam, thickly.

"Always wanted a cat," says Jamie. It's information he offers freely, if awkwardly, as if he hasn't had much practice in the art of talking about the truth of himself. "It's, uh. I can put it on, if you want. 'Cause your hands're shakin', and all."

Sam's hands are shaking. He hadn't noticed. He tucks them beneath his thighs and says, "I would appreciate that."

So Jamie unpeels the back of the band-aid, and presses it gently to the wound on Sam's knee. He makes no comment of the severity -- or lack thereof -- of the injury. He applies it with the same solemn care one might treat a broken arm, brow furrowed and fingers careful, delicate. And when it's finished, Sam makes the decision to scoot in, tuck his thigh against Jamie's and press close, so that the warmth of his body meets the warmth of Jamie's and becomes something new.

They stay there like that until practice ends.

[altschmerzes]

Gav pretty pretty pretty please tell me more about Jamie’s earrings in wriggle up on dry land?

YES OF COURSE!

so jamie when we meet him in the au doesn't have his ears pierced yet. it's pretty clear that the sort of style we see him exhibit more and more of across the show is not the sort of style his father would approve of, and the weight of that expectation is much stronger when he's still y'know, fifteen and living at home.

then some time passes, Things Go Down, particularly the au version of 2x08 goes down, and jamie is no longer living with his father. he's gone home with ted, and he's been given the spare room in ted's flat, and ted is insistent that this is his home now. (he has a room at roy's too, but that's a much more gradual and 'happened really without anyone noticing' process.) at first his reaction to this is to sort of... shut down and go quiet and polite. he tries his best not to be a problem and not to need anything or remind anyone he's there to the best of his ability.

and then things feel more solid, he feels safer but still not safe and so he starts to do what a lot of traumatized sixteen year olds who've experienced abuse and are now in a safe situation do and he pushes. he tries to find out how much he can get away with. what it'll take for ted to be done with him and throw him out, or snap and hurt him. this is.... not what happens, obviously, but he tries several different things to test that out, and this is one of them.

jamie comes home one day with his ears freshly pierced, little glittery studs in them, sure this is about to start some kind of a fight, because he knows how this would've gone with james. he's practically vibrating from anxiety when ted notices them and asks if they're new, but he's got his chin up and his jaw grit and he's determined to stick the landing.

but instead of whatever he'd been afraid of, ted's like oh that looks- what is it the kids say, is it sick? do the kids still say sick? gosh i don't even know. point is you look real good, real sharp. you get a like- a solution or something to wash 'em with, though? make sure you take care of 'em otherwise they won't heal right and that's no good. and jamie's like. you. you like it? just to be sure. still kind of frozen, still waiting, and ted says heck yeah i like it! not that it'd matter if i didn't, of course, your body your decision. you're old enough to decide you want your ears pierced, i don't get to tell you not to. but i do gotta say, i do think it looks great. fits your whole vibe you got going there.

(which jamie almost has a bad reaction to. bc he knows what james would've meant by commenting on his 'whole vibe' but. this is ted. and ted is asking if he can get a closer look and oooohing at the studs jamie picked out for while they're healing and he doesn't seem upset at all, so. it's different.)

[antitheticaally]

I would love to know what you're favorite flower is

hmmm i think my favorite flower might be daisies? Specifically blue daisies— like these ones!

there’s a patch that bloom on the side of my street every summer and i just think they’re so pretty. <3

[izzyspussy]

Read any good fics lately? Looking for recommendations

You bet! Here's the last ten most recent fics I bookmarked on AO3.

To All The Better Places by @asteria-argo Five years after Jamie Tartt quits man city and disappears off the face of the earth, some of the players at AFC Richmond participate in an outreach program where they visit some local school, and mentor some of the children. These two events are a lot more connected than they first seem.

The Hound of Nelson Road by @pghumfort Chelsea legend, Roy Kent, disappeared without a trace 1 year ago. Rupert Mannion’s ex-wife, Rebecca Welton, took possession of AFC Richmond 1 week ago. Manchester City loanee, Jamie Tartt, will learn about the feral Staffordshire Bull Terrier in the basement of Nelson Road in about 10 minutes.

Can't Promise Forever by @sky-fire-forever Edward Teach is as part of Izzy Hands as Izzy himself is. But Izzy wants him gone.

Making a Statement by SugMak Roy Kent and Jamie Tartt understood Colin pretty well. He didn't want to be a spokesperson - he just didn't want to have to hide. They'd hoped any attention from that big kiss after their final match last season would have died down by the start of the season. Keeley could have told them it wouldn't.

Call-Up by straydog733 Roy, Keeley and Jamie are having a quiet night in when Jamie gets some troubling news from an old friend.

AD NAUSEAM by providing_leverage Isaac McAdoo learns that his best mate is gay in the worst way possible. Then he wakes up and does it again. Over and over.

Conversations by BRobilliard Missing scene between S2 E04 & E05: What happened after Stede brought Ed back to the ship?

but the past is a minefield (and right now is a prison break) by flibbertygigget The semi-captaincy of one Izzy Hands, one-legged bastard and damn good pirate.

Two Truths And… by MissHazelA Frenchie and Izzy make a bet, fall in love, and accidentally start a ship-wide lying contest.

Credit for Experience by Vee (Vera_DragonMuse) Izzy had no interest in being a 'nontraditional student'. He preferred tradition and flipping off most institutions on principle. Too bad it was the only way to qualify for certification as a C.P.A. and his first career choice smoldered in ruins behind him. He'd get through it. Even if it meant rolling his eyes through an art class to fill a pointless requirement.

[jamtartandsunshine]

What do you think is the most character accurate fic you've ever read??

I feel like everyone else had such good answers for this. I do agree with the general consensus that a lot of it is down to peoples own interpretations and tastes. also I think it's fair to say that the professional writers that write FOR shows so often take a sharp turn from whatever they've set as the standard for the characters personality, back story, intentions etc etc so it's not exactly set in stone most of the time anyway. The Ted Lasso fandom is full of the most talented people ever so you're spoilt for choice when it comes to good fics I recommend anything by any one of these absolute gems: @kvetchinglyneurotic @jamiesfootball @jamietarttsnorthernattitude

@asteria-argo @altschmerzes @sighonaraa @fanficfanattic @babytarttdoodoo

(Plus so many more I'm probably missing)

[misterfudgelord]

My spotify song bracket playlists. Judge my taste.

@alohaasaloevera @mushed-kid @very-burnt-toast @lmaowatermelon @thefinestkilljoy @bloutwo @sunathewolf @anonymouszephyrus @azziopeia @spacecowboy-01 @theblackcatblog @future-mr-red-lion @stardustaapocalypse @artbycs @nate-0k @razatronz @lucarzsblog @pidgeeon @pidgeeepombo @ashippingpotato @fandomfriend33 @skigle @axlaa @soulvtude @soulreapin @brilliantsmiles @idoweirdcrap @just-kl4nce @just-random-fanboy @ohquiznak @oh-quiznakles @quiznaks @klancerion @klanced @killingbirdswithastone @ocean-pie @tigerani @lilacical @atiianeishaunted @asteria-argo @erynnn00 @queengeni @kenzie1alizabeth @pockystick1 @ironyscholar @deadendfunk @peepawsammywammywoo @atla-what-is-this-site @chlorinetrip @comfortlesshurt @astral-reg @aceromanticperfection

ALSO poll:

This was randomly seeded brackets but it resulted in some funny match-ups:

Namely, this one:

[jamiesfootball]

Answer the questions and tag five fanfiction authors you know!

Tagged by @asteria-argo and @altschmerzes

EDIT- I DEFINITELY TAGGED THE RIGHT PEOPLE THE FIRST TIME

1. How many fandoms have you written in?

24 going back to college, more before that. Unless you mean written in published, in which case 3

2. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

I wrote my first thing at 10

3. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

Up until last year, read by far. But since I've started more focused writing I have woefully fallen behind on the reading. Right now I'm reading about 3 small fics / updated chapters a week.

4. What is one way you've improved as a writer?

Outlining comes a lot easier now than previously. That used to be the most intimidating part, but I've learned now how to keep myself in a trajectory. If there's truly something else I want to explore but that doesn't fit within the outline, then that can simply happen in another fic.

5. What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I have no semblance of weird any more. But I did read an entire book on foot injuries with absolutely gruesome photos of foot fungi infections.

6. What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

I love it when it feels like the person commenting resonated with something I wrote. It doesn't have to be long (though I do really love that), but a certain amount of passion behind the comment is always lovely to see.

7. What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

I'm currently rotating a time travel au of characters from a fic set in the future coming back to visit characters during the early seasons of the show. This one is fringe because only I would know what the fuck is going on with half the cast.

8. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

You know how there is a sub-genre of fic where a character basically gets to have their day calling everyone else out on their behaviour about some canon-gripe? Those fics. I just can't do it. I can read them, but writing them always feels too mean. Also nihilism for the sake of nihilism. I think it's because in both scenarios, it would require curbing my inner need to fix whatever is going on.

9. What is the easiest type?

I! Like! Fixing! Things! In! A! Canon! Compliant! Way! Or at least, like, canon install-able. You can install canon into this and it won't break too bad.

10. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

Right now I'm still using Living Writer despite not liking it very much (for a variety of reasons) because while I meant to switch over, I got overwhelmed exporting everything and missed the renewal date. So stuck with that another year I guess. But the big thing for me is to have cloud and offline access, and this does that.

11. What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

I finally started outlining on of my original fiction projects! Huzzah! It's going to be longer than I thought help

12. What made you choose your username?

Dyslexia and a writing typo

I tried snooping around to see who got tagged already, but my dash was freaking long today. If you've not been tagged, consider yourself so, thanks!

[writerofthewinds]

Hey! I have some Jason Grace request. Ignoring the third book of Apollo, Jason is in college studying anthropology for this gods project, but he needs help. So his teacher assistant is reader, a legacy, who descends of one of this forgotten gods. Together they would finish the project and fall in love. Sorry if it’s to long. Hope it helps! :)

"Forgotten Legacy" Jason grace x Male Reader

I was struggling in my anthropology class. I was working on a project about the forgotten gods and goddesses, and I just couldn't seem to get a handle on it. I was sitting in the library, staring at my notes, when someone approached me.

"Hey, I'm Y/N. I'm your TA for this class," he said, holding out his hand. I shook it, feeling a little bit of relief. Maybe he could help me with my project.

"I'm Jason," I replied. "I'm really struggling with this project. I just don't know where to start."

Y/N nodded sympathetically. "It can be tough," he said. "But I've done a lot of research on the subject. Maybe I can help you out."

I was grateful for his offer, and we spent the next few hours going over my notes and brainstorming ideas for the project. As we worked, I started to notice something strange about Y/N. He seemed to know a lot about the goddess Asteria, even though she was one of the gods we knew almost nothing about despite hours of research. He spoke about her as if he knew her personally, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to him than he was letting on.

As the days passed, I started to notice other unusual things about Y/N. He seemed to be able to see things that no mortal should be able to see, and he had a way of knowing things that he couldn't possibly have learned from books. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was something more than human.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to know the truth. "Y/N, are you a demigod?" I asked him one day as we were working on the project.

He laughed, shaking his head. "No, Jason, I'm not a demigod," he said. But I could see the way he hesitated before he spoke, and I knew he was hiding something from me.

After days of research and contemplation, I finally had proof that Y/N was a demigod. I confronted him with the evidence of a picture of him holding a celestial bronze sword, and he couldn't deny it any longer. He looked defeated like he knew he had been caught.

"Fine, you're right," he said, sighing. "I am a demigod. But please, don't tell anyone. It's not something I like to advertise."

I was stunned. I had never met a real demigod before, and I wasn't sure how to react. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. "Why did you keep it a secret?"

Y/N looked away, his eyes filled with shame. "Because I'm ashamed of who I am," he said quietly. "I'm the son of Asteria, one of the forgotten gods. And I'm not exactly having an easy life because of my heritage."

I could see the pain in his eyes, and I felt a wave of sympathy for him. "It's not your fault," I said gently. "You can't control who your parents are. And you're not alone. I'm a demigod, too."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "You are?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes, I'm the son of Jupiter," I said. "And I've saved the world from Gaea and the giants along with the crew of the Argo II."

Y/N was speechless for a moment, and then a small smile appeared on his face. "Well, I guess that makes us friends hopefully ?" he said, holding out his hand.

I grinned, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. "Yeah, it does," I said. "And now that we're both out in the clear, we can work on our project without any secrets between us."

As we continued to work on our project, I found myself growing closer to Y/N. We spent hours together in the library, pouring over books and discussing our theories. I started to notice the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about something he was passionate about, and the way his lips curved into a smile when he was happy.

One day, as we were reaching a breaking point in our project, I realized that I was in love with him. I couldn't explain it, but I knew it was true. And at that moment, I didn't hesitate. I leaned forward and kissed him, feeling a rush of joy as our lips met.

To my surprise, Y/N didn't pull away. He deepened the kiss, his arms wrapping around me as he whispered, "I love you, too."

I was overwhelmed with happiness. I couldn't believe that Y/N felt the same way about me. And when I asked him out on a date, he said yes without hesitation.

We went on our first date that weekend, and it was perfect. We spent the day exploring the city, laughing and talking, and enjoying each other's company. And as the sun set over the skyline, I knew that I had found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Y/N was my soulmate, and I was grateful to have him by my side.

[fanficfanattic]

What a morning, folks!

Snap update from @abubblingcandle !

To All the Better Places update from @asteria-argo !

What’s next, an update from me? 👀 🤔🕰️

[abubblingcandle]

Thanks for the tag @lunar-years! Love doing these things!

Ten first lines from ten different stories (I have also included now chapters of WIPs)

Ch5 of Where the Hell is the Karma? - Roy wasn’t allowed into the multi-disciplinary meeting, no matter who he threatened.

Ch4 of ATRDM - It had been a month since his knee surgery and Roy was actually starting to feel like a human being again.

I am Real and the Pretender - Roy did actually enjoy doing the meet and greets.

God Forbid You Leave Me (like everybody else did) - Jamie slowly woke up.

Monopoly Night - "For twenty million dollars, we will stop."

Dutch Sky Blue - Everyone knew that AFC Richmond was notoriously insular.

Ch8 of Have You Noticed You Are Breathing - Keeley had thought that breaking up with Jamie Tartt would be the end of her interaction with the footballer.

Ch6 of Snap - “I fucked up,” Jamie sighed, eventually breaking the silence.

Ch3 of The Richmond Job - "Run this, I've found us a job," Roy announced as soon as everyone was assembled in front of the big screen.

Ch4 of Dutch Courage - Jan was slamming his head into the wall both metaphorically and literally.

Tagging for if you want to do it (for ten wips or however many you have) - @jamiesfootball @fanficfanattic @asteria-argo

[antitheticallyargumentative]

hi i'd love to know your ted lasso character and taylor swift song thoughts very much

OK WELL. 

Firstly- Long Live. Is the song of the club. It just is. I mean just. Go look at all the lyrics but. I said remember this moment/ In the back of my mind/The time we stood with our shaking hands / The crowds in stands went wild/We were the kings and the queens/And they read off our names/The night you danced like you knew our lives/Would never be the same/You held your head like a hero/On a history book page/It was the end of a decade/But the start of an age TELL ME I’M WRONG. 

Ted? The Archer. I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost/The room is on fire, invisible smoke/And all of my heroes die all alone/Help me hold onto you/I’ve been the archer/I’ve been the prey/Screaming, who could ever leave me, darling?/But who could stay? And Also 'Cause they see right through me/They see right through me/They see right through/Can you see right through me?/They see right through/They see right through me/I see right through me/I see right through me This is THEE anxiety song. That entire goddamn bridge feels like the buildup to the panic attack. 

He is also Mirrorball. Specifically the bridge. And they called off the circus/Burned the disco down/When they sent home the horses/And the rodeo clowns/I’m still on that tightrope/I’m still trying everything to get you laughing at me/I’m still a believer but I don't know why/I’ve never been a natural/All I do is try, try, try/I’m still on that trapeze/I’m still trying everything/To keep you looking at me

Jamie, arguably. Could also be The Archer. 

Season 1 Rebecca is Mad Woman- I'm takin' my time/Takin' my time/'Cause you took everything from me/Watchin' you climb/Watchin' you climb/Over people like me/The master of spin/Has a couple side flings/Good wives always know/She should be mad/Should be scathing like me/But no one likes a mad woman/What a shame she went mad/You made her like that And Vigilante Shit. Specifically when she teams up with Bex and Ms. Kakes to expose Rupert… She needed cold hard proof so I gave her some/She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?/Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride/Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife/And she looks so pretty/Driving in your Benz/Lately she's been dressing for revenge ALSO THIS VERY SPECIFIC PART OF DEAR JOHN: But I took your matches before fire could catch me/So don't look now/I’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town

Keeley Jones is Bejeweled personified. Like: Baby love, I think I've been a little too kind/Didn't notice you walking all over my peace of mind/In the shoes I gave you as a present/Puttin' someone first only works when you're in their top five/And by the way, I'm going out tonight/Best believe I'm still bejeweled/When I walk in the room/I can still make the whole place shimmer… Just. Listen to the whole song for the real effect. You must. 

I will also add: The Story of Us, re: all her relationships basically. Oh, I'm scared to see the ending/Why are we pretending this is nothing?/I’d tell you I miss you but I don't know how/I’ve never heard silence quite this loud/Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room/And we're not speaking and I'm dying to know/Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah/ I don't know what to say since the twist of fate/When it all broke down/And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now. Again. The whole song is just. It really fits, imo. 

Um.... I'm going to end it there and tag you in another post for the rest of it. because. This is getting obscenely long. Thank you for indulging me.

part two

[sighonaraa]

🫐 Blueberries! For the line ask game

hello my love!! from this ask game:

🫐 a line from a published work that you’re proud of, but no one’s mentioned yet - or if you can’t think of one, an underrated line in general

here's my absolute favorite bit from find a new place to be from:

“Would you like to read it, Uncle Roy?” “Only if you want me to,” said her Uncle Roy. “I do,” said Phoebe. “The first sentence. I want to hear you say it, please.” “All right.” Her Uncle Roy cleared his throat and unfolded the letter carefully. He had big hands, too, her Uncle Roy, like Jamie’s. But he could be gentle with them. He was always gentle with them, when he was with her. “Dear Phoebe,” he read out loud, and Phoebe closed her eyes, pretending that she was five years old again and knew this time that everything was going to be okay. “You’re a Kent now, and it’s much better than before.”

[altschmerzes]

Gav, in the tags of your last wippet you talked about how they weren't going to send Jamie back to his dad because he's back in manchester and now I have the burning and probably spoilery question of does that mean Jamie commutes to Richmond from Manchester or is he living on his own in Richmond?

YEAH SO. here's the situation vis a vis Where DOES Jamie Live in wriggle up on dry land when things start moving around a la his departure from richmond in 1x06 and his return in 2x02 -

the move back to manchester happens bc his dad has been chomping at the bit to get out of london and back to the city he loves, which makes sense. jamie didn't really like being there at first either, not until he made friends and started working at nelson road. and so when he and his dad move back, it's as soon as possible after his dad gets a job offer up there and a friend offers to let them stay with him until they find a new flat or something. and the final straw is rebecca arranging for jamie to get a job doing similar stuff at the man city training facilities and the arrival of a break in school for him so there's no excuse left to keep them in london.

(this is the wriggle up version of the loan termination. rebecca does not have ANY idea that he's being hurt at home and she feels like, revolted when she realizes that he was and that by allowing james to more easily move them back to manchester she unwittingly facilitated his isolation and further harm. she's NOT a Bad Guy here, she genuinely thought she was helping this boy and his single dad out here. i wanna be clear with that.)

and so when he decides to come back, he does so by like...... james is NOT returning to london. jamie also doesn't have a job anymore though because he left his job at city's facilities to be part of a. youth shakespeare troupe. called gen b(ard). and james doesn't like him much anyway so having him out of the house for a while isn't like... the worst thing, to james.

so what happens is he stays in manchester during the week at school, and takes the bus down to richmond after school friday, stays with one of his friends on a rotating basis (shannon's house, then dean's, then ella's, etc) and then goes back up to manchester late sunday evening. this is an insane thing to do for a part time job. everyone is fully aware this is an insane thing to do for a part time job. it is an HOURS long bus ride and he won't accept a train pass from rebecca because it's Too Much (he does accept the club covering his bus tickets after a while though).

but everyone can tell this is like. very important to him and you know how sixteen year olds can be. so they just. do what they can to make it easier for him. he's tired all the time, but he was like that before. he studies and does his homework on the bus. it's a whole.... it's tough. it's really tough, but he gets by. it does make it tricky though sometimes like when he comes to work on a saturday sick and it's not like he can just slink home because home is a four hour bus ride away and so that's why roy is like. fuck it okay i'll look after him.

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Tagged by the extremely talented and wonderfully supportive @thirteenemeraldcats to post the last sentence I wrote.

(Sharing two for a wee bit of context)

Roy looked up when someone entered but it was only a nurse. She checked some of Jamie’s vitals and his IV and was gone just as quickly as she arrived.

Tagging @rarelyrad @jamiepoptartt and @asteria-argo (and anyone else) if they want to play but no pressure :)

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

10 characters from 10 fandoms!

Tagged by the amazing @jamiesfootball (I suffer from "forgetting every character I have ever liked as soon as I'm asked to name them" disease, but I did eventually get my brain working enough to name some names)

Jamie Tartt (Ted Lasso)

Anne Bonny (Black Sails)

Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Carmy Berzatto (The Bear)

Kabru (Dungeon Meshi)

Emerald Haywood (Nope)

Misty Quigley (Yellowjackets)

Izzy Hands (OFMD)

Nadia Vulvokov (Russian Doll)

Gus Fring (Breaking Bad)

I'm not sure who's been tagged already, so I'll go with @thirteenemeraldcats and @asteria-argo