#but look at what a good boyo jamie is!!!

[its-time-to-write]

mine of you with me

Been busy this week bc my ex is getting married and I have to go to the wedding. His fiancée (wife?) asked me to be there and I love her, so I said yes, but I regret it big time. Requests are still open! I’m working on the requests in my inbox, but wrote this to get it out of my system. It goes with/happens before “three times ‘cause I’ve waited my whole life.” Anyway. Here ya go. mine of you with me

You love going to Jamie’s games. You love watching him play his heart out on the pitch. It’s fun, being in the stands and screaming for Richmond. You wear his jersey (his actual jersey, one that he owns) and deck yourself out in Richmond gear. You think your favorite part, however, is sneaking around.

You’re dating Jamie Tartt, star footballer, and no one knows.  

Today is a game against Crystal Palace. Jamie had left before you with a single “Bye babe,” and a kiss. 

After he leaves, you debate stealing one of his orange kits (they’re the most comfortable) but decide against it. Too obvious to be in a sea of red and blue. You settle for a regular “Bantr” shirt and head out the door to meet Keeley. 

Keeley and Rebecca were aware that you were with Jamie. Keeley, because Jamie swore you’d be best friends. Rebecca, because there was a ticket mixup and Keeley was busy so she sent Rebecca to the ticket booth to sort things out with “Jamie’s special guest,” which led Rebecca to be very surprised when she saw you instead of one of his family members. 

It made things easier, really, to show up on Nelson Road under the guise of seeing Rebecca and/or Keeley. Time passed and it became less of a guise. You really enjoyed their company, and having someone to talk to about Jamie. 

But here you are, back in the present, with Rebecca trying to convince you to sit in the box while Keeley threads blue, red, and gold through your hair. 

You just laugh and hug them goodbye, heading your separate ways. Them, up; you, down. 

You settle into your seat right up to the pitch, and wait for the game to begin. Jamie’s picked a seat that’s right where the teams line up, so you’ll get a good view of him before it starts. 

Shortly after, the teams begin to walk out onto the pitch. You look for Jamie and catch his eye. 

I like your hair, he mouths, pointing slightly to his own. 

Thanks, you reply with a small grin. 

Jamie gives you a look that says I’m going to be pulling it later so you return with one that means I was counting on it.

Is it bad that you two understand each others expressions that well?

No time to dwell on that, because the game’s beginning. 

—

Richmond’s done alright, they haven’t lost necessarily, but they did tie. You can feel the tension through the building as you weave your way through players and staff, carrying a stack of papers from Higgins to Rebecca. You’re almost to the stairs leading up to her office when someone crashes into you, sending papers flying. 

“I’m so sorry!” you say, “that is totally my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“No it isn’t,” a voice replies indignantly. “He was walking backwards!”

Jamie mumbles, “Shut up, Isaac,” while bending down to help you shuffle your papers together. 

“Sorry about that,” he says softly. “Weren’t looking where I was goin’. I’m Jamie, by the way.”

He holds out his hand and you shake it, mentally commending his presence-of-mind to act like a stranger. “Nice to meet you, Jamie,” you reply. “I’m a friend of Rebecca’s.”

“He knows,” Colin pipes up, followed by an “Oi,” because Isaac smacked him. 

“I’ve uh, got to go,” you say. “See you around.”

“See ya,” the lads chorus, Jamie watching you and Colin and Isaac watching Jamie. 

Jamie turns around to see them grinning at him. 

“Oi, what,” he says, hands in the air. 

Isaac states, “You like her.”

Colin interjects, “Don’t even try to deny it, boyo, we saw how you looked at her. You think she’s fit.”

Jamie is sure he played it cooler than that. Maybe they just know him too well. 

He laughs it off all the way to the locker room, changes, showers, and waits for Dani to walk out the door. They leave in a group, him, Isaac, Dani, and Colin, and as they turn the corner past the boot room you appear with Rebecca.

“Ladies,” Dani grins. Dani has a bit of a crush on you. 

You and Rebecca smile back. 

“Oi,” says Isaac, “do you want to join us tonight at the club? Trying to forget our tie streak.”

You open your mouth to decline when Rebecca replies, “We’d love to. I’m assuming Keeley will be there as well?”

“Becca,” you hiss, “I can’t go the club tonight.”

“Whyever not?”

You blush slightly. “I was planning on spending the evening with my boyfriend.”

The boys share furtive looks amongst themselves and not-so-subtly poke Jamie.

Rebecca says, “I’m sure he’d be more than happy to join you at the club. It’s settled, we’ll be there,” with a smile to the lads. 

It takes every ounce of your willpower not to look at Jamie and to walk away with dignity. 

“Did you hear that, Jamie?” Isaac asks, “She’s got a boyfriend. Sorry, mate.”

Jamie shrugs and does his best to look disappointed. “Must be a lucky man,” he says. “Now can we please go? My hair’s a fuckin wreck.”

“Mine too,” Dani says with a sorrowful shake of his head. They boys laugh and head out the door. 

—

You’re at the club, standing at the bar with Rebecca. Jamie is there too, with the Richmond boys. Trent and Beard are there too, but Ted has opted to stay home. He’s not big into the club scene. Jamie’s sitting and laughing with the boys, but his eyes keep flicking over to you. Isaac notices and thumps him on the chest. 

“Oi. She’s got a boyfriend, remember?”

Jamie nods and tears his eyes away from you. 

“Dani, mate, you need a drink?” Jamie doesn’t even wait for a response before he’s out of his seat and headed over to the bar. Headed over to you. 

Colin rolls his eyes, Isaac shakes his head, and Dani shrugs. “I cannot say no to a free drink,” he says. 

Meanwhile, Jamie leans against the bar, holds up two fingers, then turns to you while waiting for his drinks. “Boyfriend didn’t show up?”

You grin and look around the room. “He’s here somewhere. We came separately. Not really sure where he’s gone off to.”

Jamie smiles back. “Not much of a boyfriend if he leaves someone as fuckin’ pretty as you at the bar all by herself.”

You shrug. “I’m with Rebecca. And he’s ok, I guess. When I find him, I’m going to tell him I’m leaving in fifteen minutes, and ask if he wants to meet at his place or mine.”

Jamie’s eyes become hungry. “His place. Definitely his. In fact, I think I just saw him slip out the door. D’you mind taking Dani his drink? You can have mine.”

You nod, unable to speak. Just a glint in his eye, and he’s become almost feral. You swear his teeth are pointier and your mouth goes dry.

Nice hair. I’m going to be pulling it later.

He’s gone before you can say anything else, and you have to press your hands to your face to cool down your cheeks.

Rebecca has been graciously pretending as though she can’t hear while scrolling on her phone. She looks up only when you grab Jamie’s drink, down it in a single gulp, and then pick up Dani’s.

She raises an eyebrow. “I take it I’m on my own for the rest of the night?”

You shake your head. “Isn’t Keeley here?”

There’s a ghost of a smile on Rebecca’s face. “Pretty sure she’s trying to take Roy home, so she is here in body but not so much in mind.”

You make what you hope is a neutral face. “Bec, you could get a man.”

She laughs. “Let’s get Dani his drink, shall we? I believe you’re leaving in twelve minutes.”

You set Dani’s drink down in front of him as Isaac asks, “Where’s your boyfriend? I thought he was supposed to be here.” 

You shrug for the second time that night. “He had to go. I think I’ll be leaving soon too.”

There’s a chorus of wolf-whistles and you blush, again.

“Where did Jamie go?” Sam asks. “Did you break his heart that badly when he was flirting with you?”

You shake your head. You can feel Rebecca, poised as ever, next to you. It’s taking all your composure to maintain a straight face. 

“I don’t- I’m not sure. He said something about training and sleep and I think he had to go? And I didn’t break his heart. He’s not into me.”

“Oh please,” Jan Maas speaks up, “His eyes follow you whenever you come to see Ms. Welton.”

You’re positive your face has caught on fire. “He just- he must- I don’t know. I have a boyfriend… He’s really great, and- I mean- I’ll talk to Jamie.”

“I did not mean to make you uncomfortable,” Jan Maas shrugs. “It is just the facts.”

Sam puts his hand on your shoulder. “It is alright. We will take care of it. Jamie is the type of person who falls hard and fast, and sometimes he does not care if the other person is unavailable. He sees what he wants and just goes for it. It’s why he is such a good footballer.”

You smile. “Thanks, Sam. I should probably go.” You turn to Isaac and Colin. “Thanks for inviting me. I really did have a great time. And maybe next time you can actually meet my boyfriend.”

They wave, you poke Rebecca and glance at Sam, then head out, pretending you don’t see her panicked absolutely not face.

—

You text Jamie, I’m on my way, and he taps back with a heart.

Door’s unlocked he replies, and then you’re off.

He doesn’t live very far, so you’re at his house in no time at all. You can see a few dim lights on inside, so you walk up the steps and push the door open.

“Jamie?” you call, “I’m here!”

You hear his footsteps clamoring down the stairs and in a moment he’s on you, fingers threaded through your hair as you kiss. He’s pulling you close, impossibly close, then without warning he picks you up, bridal style. He’s still in his clothes from the club.

He kisses you all the way up the stairs, then places you on the edge of the bed.

“I meant what I said earlier,” he says, voice pitched low. “I fucking loved your hair.”

You shiver as he lifts your dress over your head and runs his knuckles along your sides. You note that the room is bathed in dim light, from candles Jamie has lit and placed around. There’s soft music playing somewhere and you’re honestly surprised he pulled this together in fifteen minutes. You look at him on his knees in front of you, one hand on your waist and the other on your thigh. You fumble with the buttons on his shirt then settle for lifting it over his head. 

“God,” you say, “you’re beautiful.”

He smiles, eyes hungry again. He gently pushes you back down on the bed and climbs on top of you. “Pretty sure that’s my line, babe.”

—

You don’t really talk until you’re both laying under the sheets, hours later, arms wrapped around waists and shoulders and legs intertwined.

Jamie’s kissing a trail from your shoulder to your inner elbow when you whisper, “Babe.”

He hums softly. “Yeah?”

“Do you think- do you think you should tell the team about us?”

Jamie pulls back slightly so he can look into your eyes. “Where’s this coming from?”

You shrug as best you can between his arms. “I just think it would make things easier, you know? I mean, I still think sneaking around is sexy and all, but like- it’s just getting harder and harder around Nelson Road.”

Jamie kisses the tip of your nose. “Whatever you fucking want babe. I’d give you the keys to me house if you asked.”

You smile, then let yourself drift to sleep.

—

The next morning, Jamie makes his way to his locker and tapes up a new photo. He’s holding a girl in front of Big Ben, and they’re both laughing. It’s his favorite photo. Sam sneaks a look and then does a double take.

“Jamie,” he says, disbelief written on his face, “Is that Rebecca’s friend? When did you take that?”

There’s a clamor while the team crowds around Jamie’s locker, Jamie grinning smugly.

“She’s me girlfriend. Been dating for months now. Didn’t want her to be harassed by press and you lot, so we kept it a secret.”

“I fucking knew you liked her!” Isaac says. “Body language doesn’t fucking lie.”

Jamie shrugs. “Never said I didn’t.”

“What about her boyfriend?” Dani interjects. “Does he know?”

Jamie turns to look at him, trying to gauge if he’s serious or not. “Muchacho, I’m the boyfriend.”

“Ohhh,” Dani replies, “that makes much more sense!”

“Oi, you lot!” Roy shouts. “You can discuss Tartt’s love life after fucking training. Get on the fucking pitch!”

There’s a chorus of “Yes coach, sorry coach!”

Jamie takes one last look at your picture, grins, then follows the rest of the team out the door.

[beybaldes]

i'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

summer sleepover masterlist

jamie tartt x gn!reader

summary : “why are you avoiding me?”

content warning : Jamie’s history of being a prick and cheater??, angst because idk blame the economy, hurt with super delayed comfort for reader, hurt with no comfort for Jamie, brief mention of Roy x reader but it has no impact on the story, bestfriend!colin because he’s my fave. I change the timeline. A bit to fit the plot.

The first time you show your face at Nelson road again is when your hear the news of Jamie’s recall to Manchester City. He’s halfway across the country, and the boys were your friends first, so it’s weird to say you feel like you’re allowed to finally go back there.

When Jamie had called your relationship quits by fucking someone else in your apartment, in your bed, you knew you had to get away. You quit your job at the dog track, moved in with your favourite auntie and fucked Roy 3, or 4, or 12 times on the basis of ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend.’ Altogether, it made for quite a good method at getting over Jamie.

Unfortunately, that method also included leaving everyone else at Nelson road behind.

The only person made aware of your departure had been Higgins, but only because he had to file the paperwork and send over your transfer form to the new company you’d been working for - everyone else was left in the dark until Colin came storming into the changing room on the following Monday morning.

“What did you do?” All heads turned to face Colin as he slammed open the doors, ignoring the concerned stares of his peers as his only focus was on Jamie.

“I want to say I don’t know, but I get the idea that’s not the answer you’re looking for.” Jamie’s mask broke for a second when he saw the genuine anger and upset in Colin’s eyes. They reminded him all too much of yours from only nights before. “But I’ve definitely not done anything to piss the likes of you off, mate.”

“I don’t know, boyo, I’d say cheating on your partner and forcing them to leave Richmond is enough to get a fella rilled up.” Venom laced every word that came from Colin’s mouth, and for a brief moment Jamie considered never pushing his buttons again incase this was the reaction he got.

“You fucking what?” Roy seethed, his head turning to face the Welshman from his seat on the changing room bench.

“Went to pick them up to come to work this morning and there was a ‘for sale’ sign outside their apartment. I spoke to Higgins about it when I got here and he said that they handed in transfer papers Friday night.”

“Transfer papers to where?” Roy asked, slowing rising from his place on the bench and moving to stand next to Colin, glaring at Jamie with just as much disgust.

“I don’t know! He won’t tell me.”

Jamie could feel every single pair of eyes in the changing room on him. He’d never once considered that you were at Richmond before he was. He’d never had to consider that before. Wherever he went he was Jamie Fucking Tartt, and that meant nothing else mattered; until now. Every person in this room had been your friend first, and it was highly likely they had liked you more then they’d liked him - especially considering he was a total prick, all of the time.

“Is this true?” Roy asked, and Jamie couldn’t place why. It was not like Roy had ever cared about your relationship when the two of you were together, so why care now?

All Jamie knew how to be was a prick, so a prick he was going to be. “What’s it to you, old man? You can finally fuck them, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“You fucking prick.”

Both Roy and Colin had lunged for him, and if it wasn’t for the fact the team needed his right foot, he wasn’t sure that Isaac, Jan Mass and Richard would’ve intervened. The three fought to hold the two back from throwing punches and kicks in Jamie’s direction and for a moment he considered letting them loose.

He deserved it, that was the one thing in this whole mess that he was sure of. If news had hit the changing rooms, it was only time before news hit the tabloid of his inability to keep it in his pants and who his new flavour of the week was. That meant it was only time before his dads contact lit up his phone screen with a two line message;

‘proud of you son, don’t let that whore keep you tied down. never do, us tartt’s.’

The disgust is coating is skin like dirt; he can feel you underneath his finger nails and he can smell you in his bed sheets, and he feels like he’s never going to be clean again. Definitely not when he knows everyone here is going to hate him a little bit more and his dad is going to say he’s proud of him.

The obvious decision to a hurt Jamie, then and there, is that if everyone is going to hate him anyway, he may as well give them justified reasons to. “You ever consider that the prick wants you to be mad at me? Huh? Why else would they ask you to pick them up from work today when they’ve already gone, yeah?” Jamie calls out to Roy and Colin as they are dragged away from the changing rooms. Jan’s hold on Colin lessens as Roy becomes more volatile and angry at Jamie’s words, allowing Colin to slip from his hold and cross back across the room, pressing a finger firmly into Jamie’s chest.

“Not that you ever cared enough about them to notice, but I’ve picked them up every morning for the past 3 years - long before you ever came here and long after too, if you hadn’t fucked everything up.” Jamie can feel his heart beating louder and louder with each word that’s punctuated with a jab to his chest. Roy’s calmed down, but only because his anger has melted into disappointment, and Jamie wishes he would just get angry again because he can’t stand the silence right now. “Quite literally too.”

“You fucking Welsh prick.” Jamie finds himself lunging at Colin and the changing room descends into chaos once more.

Your name had not dared even been thought in the changing room since, well, at least until today.

“Hey there darling, you looking for the press junket?” Ted lasso was standing behind you with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. His face softened when he took in the nervous demeanour; your eyebrows pinched, shoulders tense and hands wringing each other out. “Or are you here to see someone?”

“I’m here to see everyone, um, mainly Colin and Roy. To be totally honest, I’m a little nervous.”

“And why’s that?”

“I didn’t really say goodbye, I’m afraid they won’t want to see me again.” You weren’t entirely sure why you were spilling your heart out to someone you’d just met, but something about ted told you it was perfectly okay - the right thing to do, even.

“Well, if I know anything about those two - and I’d like to say I know a little - they are stubborn.” Your nervous demeanour had immediately returned, for the worse, and you couldn’t shake the fact this was a bad idea. “But, they care fiercely about the people they love. They won’t be mad, okay maybe a little at first, but the love they have for you will overcome it, even if it takes some time.”

“You’re right, I should just-“

Roy Kent was whispering your name so quietly under his breath that you’d have thought he was scared you’d shatter. And despite his hushed tone, the whole changing room had been silenced by it.

Colin repeated your name, louder then Roy had, and sprung from his seat, crossing the room in 3 long strides and standing at Roy’s side breathless. “You’re here.”

Ted had been right so far, no one had been openly mad at you: Colin looked like he wanted to wrap you up in a hug, and Roy, well, Roy looked like he wasn’t going to hit you which you took as a good sign.

“I’m here.”

You have two pairs of arms wrapping around you before you can get another word out and it’s like you’ve never left Richmond. Ted retreats into the coaches office and calls on Nate to catch him up to speed on what was happening and who you were; his jaw tightens and he wishes he had been able to get through to Jamie better but he knows that it’s too late now he’s back in Manchester.

Transfer papers are brought to Higgins office and he drags you up to see Rebecca, who greets you with a smile, your old job back, and an introduction to Keeley - the both of you immediately bonding over Jamie’s shitty behaviour while you’d dated and your love for Rebecca.

The rest of the season and summer passed by in a blur of good friends, good drinks and good times. Jamie didn’t cross your mind once and if it weren’t for the Mancunian shaped hole in your heart, then you would’ve forgotten he’d ever even been part of your life. Someone like Jamie wasn’t so easy to forget.

When August finally rolled around and the new season was starting up, you were extremely surprised to hear murmurs of Jamie coming back to Richmond.

In an instant the entire life you’d rebuilt from the ground up in Richmond had crumbled, and you were throwing clothes in bags and typing out a text to your aunt. Something landed in your bag with a crack and the reality of it all came crashing down on you. You uprooted your life for Jamie once, you weren’t going to do it twice.

When you showed up to work the next day Jamie was there and you walked right past him - and continued to walk right past him everyday for the first three months of his return to Richmond. Come Christmas, even Colin was trying to convince you to forgive Jamie, promising that he truly had changed and that he was finally someone worth knowing. Despite all your love for Colin, you couldn’t find it in you to forgive him. At least Roy was still on your side.

“He’d the prince prick of all pricks. People like him don’t change.”

And yet, everyone else seemed to think he had. Even Keeley, who’d been hurt by Jamie in the most similar way to you, had forgiven him and reformed a friendship with him. But you still couldn’t find it in you to do the same.

It had bothered Jamie to no end. He’d come back from Manchester desperate to be a new man, and while he knew that it would be hard, he was prepared for that. What he hadn’t been prepared for was seeing your face around Nelson road again. He avoided you at first, figuring you wouldn’t want to see him as much as he wanted to see you, and decided he’d wait for others to start warming to him first before he tried to talk to you again. People had warmed to him while the summer heat still filled the concrete floors of the stadium, and now the snow outside only reminded him of you.

He couldn’t place why you wouldn’t acknowledge him (as though breaking your heart wasn’t reason enough) because he was sure everything he did, every breath he took and every word he said since returning to the dog track had been a cry: ‘I’VE CHANGED, I’VE CHANGED, PLEASE NOTICE I’M NOT THE SAME PERSON I USED TO BE, I CAN BE BETTER, I AM TRYING TO BE BETTER.’

It all came to a head the last day at the dog track before the Christmas holidays. Practically everyone else had cleared out of the building, and with no upcoming football matches, had made a head start on going back home for the holidays. Jamie dragged his kitbag into the hallway and was surprised to find you at the water fountain, talking in whispers with Roy about something he couldn’t quite hear. He didn’t dwell on it, waiting for Roy to leave before making his presence known.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

Jamie made his presence know with his voice, startling you and causing you to restart filling up your water bottle. It was the same one you used when you were with him, he noted. “Fucking Christ Jamie, what happened to hello? How are you?”

“Hello would’ve been more appropriate 4 months ago when I came back, wouldn’t it?” Jamie kicked the tips of his shoes against the floor, finding a speck of dirt to focus on instead of your face. “But every time I try and say it to you, you run the other way. Thought I’d try a more direct approach.”

“By asking me a question you already know the answer to?”

“That’s the thing.” Jamie sighed, running his hands through his hair and absentmindedly making you think about him with that loving gaze you’d had when you were together. A part of you screamed he was different now, a louder, more insecure, part told you that he would always be capable of hurting you like that again. “I don’t understand why you’re avoiding me.”

The louder part was right, and so was Roy, people like Jamie don’t change. Even when you hope and pray and want them to. They just don’t change. “Un-fucking-believable.” You scoffed, folding your arms defensively across your chest. “You ever considered that it hurt when you cheated on me? That it absolutely ruined me?”

“But that was ages ago.” It wasn’t that Jamie was being a dick, he just truly didn’t understand. He was trying to change and he thought that was enough. Of course he regretted what he did, but the past was the past, and he wasn’t sure what he could do to fix that now it was behind him. “And I’m sorry that I did it, but I can’t change it. I would, if I could, but I can’t. So why can’t we be friends again?”

“Because accountability matters, Jamie.” The words felt like a dagger to his chest. He’d heard them before, in an all too similar context, and his heart was aching like you’d walked in on him in your apartment that night. He couldn’t tell you why he did what he did, and he knew that that was what you needed to hear the most - an apology and an explanation. Jamie knew he could only ever give you one, and that that would never be enough to fix the damage he’d done. “And you don’t get to fuck someone else, break my heart and then be my friend again. It just doesn’t work like that.”

You packed up your bottle into your bag, zipped up your coat and pulled your scarf tighter around your neck. “Don’t try and be my friend when we come back in the new year. Have a good Christmas Jamie.” And just like that, you’d slipped through his fingers again.

an : sorry there was such a delay in fics my lovelies, I’ve had a very busy week starting my new job (!!!!!!) and starting rugby training again now the season has begun (!!!!!!!) here’s a fic! More to come! Possible part 2 to this too? What do we think? Love you all! mwah <3333

[manycoloureddays]

in a vehicle / confessing feelings

for @amberlouigi who wanted this prompt for colin & isaac, i hope i did it justice! 

Isaac has been sitting on this revelation for a while now. Getting used to it, learning how to live with this feeling in his chest so huge it threatens to swallow him whole. And now he’s going to say it, declare it, claim it. It’s fucking terrifying.

He’s not sure when it started. He was in too deep before he knew anything was happening. The timeline is all screwed up.

There were the before times, years and years full of friendship. Then there was that time between finding out Colin was gay and going to his house to apologise. The time they don’t speak about, when Isaac’s head was too full of noise and fear to make much sense of anything.

That was the night it smacked him in the face.

Sitting next to Colin on the couch asking him question after question until he was answering one of his own with too much confidence to be entirely theoretical. He didn’t know he was in it til it was too late, didn’t know it was something he could be in until he pulled Bumbercatch’s name out and then suddenly it was all he could think about.

He knew guys were, like, objectively fit. But he’d never really considered where he was in relation to that, or where he’d like to be. Turns out he’d like to be in the thick of it, right up close and personal.

They finished out the game but Isaac doesn’t remember who won. All he remembers are the different scenarios he had playing out in his head. Did he want to kiss Bumbercatch? A little, but mostly in the same way he wanted to kiss anyone hot. Just to try it, just because he could, but not in an earth shattering kind of way. So he probably wasn’t into Bumbercatch. Did that mean he wasn’t gay? Or that other one, the one like his baby sister. Bisexual. Huh. Okay. That word was only a little less scary.

But surely he’d have known. So if he wasn’t into Bumbercatch, was there someone else, someone more his type. He thought about all the girls he’d kissed, shagged, fallen in love with. Women who were fit and silly and liked a laugh, who went pint for pint with him and joined him on the dancefloor.

“‘Nother round, boyo?” Colin had asked, tapping Isaac’s empty beer bottle with his own.

Which had of course led Isaac to looking. Wondering. Thinking. Imagining. What would it feel like to kiss Colin? What would it feel like to go out clubbing and dance with him, instead of just near him? He thought about pulling Colin close, holding him tight, moving together, hands on his hips, thumbs in the waistband of his jeans.

Colin was standing in front of him, still waiting for an answer, and Isaac had to stop thinking about it.

Isaac couldn’t stop thinking about it, because Colin was standing right in front of him, his shirt riding up and Isaac could see his tummy, the trail of hair leading down to his …

“Nah, I gotta go,” Isaac said, jumping up and winding up almost chest to chest with Colin. “Another time though, yeah?”

That was nearly a year ago now.

He’s been sitting on it for A While.

But Isaac had to make sure. He had to double check his answers, be careful. He had to know he wasn’t going to say something he didn’t mean. He couldn’t lie about something like this. Not to Colin.

He couldn’t say he liked men, maybe liked his best friend more than he was supposed to, because what if he was wrong?

So Isaac made sure.

And by the time he was sure, Colin and Michael were on the rocks and he had to be the supportive best friend. He sat through conversations about their relationship, gave genuinely good advice that was totally unbiased, and then when they finally broke up, he, Bumbercatch and Jamie took Colin out to get wasted and dance it off.

Then he had to wait to make sure he wasn’t going to be Colin’s rebound guy. At which point, Roy pulled him aside and told him to pull his finger out, which was super embarrassing and he never wants to think about that particular boot room conversation ever again.

Roy in a healthy committed relationship is the worst kind of Roy to get advice from. He gets all sincere. And smiley. It’s honestly a little creepy.

But now they were here. Him and Colin in a car together for the three hours it was going to take to drive to Cardiff for Colin’s aunty’s birthday. Alone. Just like Isaac planned.

And now he thinks he might be bottling it.

Colin – in the passenger seat, because like hell was Isaac letting him drive all that way, he’d prefer it if Colin never drove again actually – is singing along to whatever Jamie T song is playing, totally oblivious to Isaac’s crisis.

Just because Isaac is very good at not talking about his feelings doesn’t mean he doesn’t want people to notice when he’s shitting bricks beside th–

“You okay in there, Isaac?” Colin asks, cutting in over Isaac’s spiralling.

“Huh?”

He reaches across and rubs his thumb up and down between Isaac’s eyebrows. “You’ve got your emotionally constipated brow furrow going on. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah bruv. ‘Course it is.”

He glances over, catches the almost reassured look on Colin’s face. He can practically hear Roy’s voice in his head: are you really going to let an opener like that go?

Fuck it.

“Um actually. There’s some stuff I’ve been wanting to tell you.” It really is so much easier like this, eyes on the road, hands on the wheel. He can say it to the road in front of them, just like he’s been practising in the mirror. “Nothing bad, I promise, yeah? I just need you to listen.”

“I can do that,” Colin says. And it’s Colin. It’s fucking Colin. He’s Isaac’s best friend. He’s been building it up in his head for so long, he kind of forgot that Colin is the easiest person in the world to talk to.

“So uh. You know how you’re gay?”

Colin splutters, trying to keep his laughter in and failing.

“Yeah, Isaac. I know how I’m gay.”

“Right. Well. Me too. Sort of. Half. I’m bisexual, or whatever.” He knew he should have rehearsed this bit longer. I’m bisexual, or whatever, real smooth. Wanker.

Colin doesn’t laugh though. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything at all, which would freak Isaac out if he wasn’t used to the way Colin goes blank when he processes new information. It’s like he’s uploading software and needs to restart. It’s cute. Fuck, he’s so cute.

“Thanks for telling me. It’s not an easy thing to say,” Colin says. He puts his hand over Isaac’s on the gearshift and squeezes.

“There’s more. Um. Yeah, I’m just going to… I’m kind of in love with you?”

Colin doesn’t go blank this time. Isaac watches out of the corner of his eye as Colin’s mouth drops open.

“Can you pull over?” he asks, and that is not exactly what Isaac wanted to hear, but he does it anyway. If Colin doesn’t want to be in the car with him anymore, Isaac sure as hell isn’t going to keep him here.

They haven’t even made it to the motorway yet, which turns out to be a blessing. Isaac pulls in behind a big white van. He reads all the information on the back of it while he waits for Colin to leave or say something, and considers calling the number and getting his mum’s conservatory renovated for her.

When Colin finally finds his words, they’re not the ones Isaac was expecting.

“Can you say that again?”

Isaac turns to look at him. He doesn’t look upset. He doesn’t look confused or freaked out or angry or any of the things that Isaac was dreading. He looks shocked. But beneath the shock there’s something a little like hope.

Isaac latches onto the hope, ties it to his own to make it double.

“I’m in love with you.”

Colin breathes in. Breathes out. “Not kind of?”

“What?”

“Before, you said ‘kind of’. You’re not kind of in love with me?” Colin asks, and he’s smiling now.

“Nah. That was a lie. I’m definitely in love with you.” It keeps getting easier every time he says it.

Colin laughs. “Cool.”

Isaac opens his mouth to say Cool back, because he’s starting to understand the need to reboot with new information, but he doesn’t get anything out before Colin launches himself across the centre console.

Kissing Colin is nothing like kissing any of the guys in packed clubs. It’s soft and sweet, the two of them smiling too much to kiss properly. Isaac’s seatbelt is cutting into the side of his neck, and Colin is talking into the kiss, but it’s still making Isaac smile dopily.

“I’m definitely in love with you too,” Colin says, words pressed into Isaac’s lips. “Like, have been for a while. Probably will be for a really long time. Hope that’s okay.”

Isaac doesn’t answer. Colin’s always been better with words anyway. He just keeps kissing him until he shuts up, and then he kisses him more.

They’re an hour late to Aunty Megan’s birthday. But they walk in holding hands and Isaac knows some things are worth the wait.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

A Jamie-centric pre-OT3 Christmas story told in 25 short chapters.

Masterpost / AO3

16.

“And with that, it’s all over at Vicarage Road! Watford prevails 3-0 over fellow Premier League relegates Richmond, after a nowadays characteristically lacklustre performance from the Greyhounds. Jamie Tartt had Richmond’s best chance early on in the second half, but failed to capitalize on an elegant pass from Richard Montlaur, and Watford took full advantage of of the visitors’ inability to create anything truly dangerous.”

Jamie went through the motions, shaking the hands of the Watford players and hugging and patting his teammates on the back as he made his way off the pitch, but in his mind he was already back at his house, collapsing into bed and not getting up for at least ten hours. Let sleep pull him away from this fucking shitshow of a game, and the fucking shitshow that had been his visit at Keeley’s place yesterday, and the fucking shitshow that would be the upcoming holiday, because after how things had gone with Roy there was no chance in hell he’d be able to make things right with his mum.

Walking past a mirror in the visitors’ dressing room, he automatically took stock of his appearance, and would have recoiled at the sad sight if he hadn’t been too dejected to care even about that.

Jamie Tartt. The ghost of shitshows past, present and future.

“Don’t beat yourself up, boyo,” Colin said as he walked past him, likely assuming that Jamie’s look of defeat was all down to the actual defeat and the missed goal. “Happens to the best of us.”

“Yeah, evidently,” Jamie muttered, but with such a lack of conviction that it earned him a sympathetic smile and another pat on his shoulder rather than a scowl or eyeroll.

“It was very clumsy of you, but we still would have lost even if you had scored, so it doesn’t matter,” Jan Maas added, and Jamie wondered if it would really count as being a prick if he murdered Jan just a little.

“All right, boys, not gonna lie, that was a tough one, but you know—“ Ted with a rousing speech, and normally Jamie would have done his best to pay attention because that’s what the new and improved Jamie did, and because Ted’s speeches, long and confusing as they sometimes were, actually did tend to leave him feeling better.

But today he just couldn’t seem to keep focus on the gaffer’s friendly drawl, no matter how hard he tried, and he soon gave up. Sat down on the floor and let the words turn into background noise, shapless static, until the silence told him it was time to get up, get changed, get out.

The journey home was a silent affair, a far cry from their ride to Winchester the other day. It had started rowdy and only gotten worse as Declan brought out the hot toddy that his wife had made, and Jan brought out the bisschopswijn that he had bought, and Richard declared that both drinks were sinful waste of good wine and brought out four bottles of a very long French name that Jamie couldn’t remember.

Isaac had only let them have one sip of each offering, because “gonna be lots of little kiddies at the market, so we’re going to fucking behave, yeah”, but that had been plenty to warm them, and they’d descened upon the pitoresque market in an abundance of high spirits and good cheer.

Jamie had found his Mummy a nice blanket, and Roy a boxset of novels in an old bookshop that Sam convinced them to go into. (Well, he hadn’t found the set, Tom had, picking it up and asking, “hey, wasn’t this the guy Roy was obsessed with last year? I sat next to him on the ride to the Sheffield game and he was reading this book he just woulnd’t shut up about. Don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk that much before”, but it had been Jamie who quietly snuck back to the store after the others have moved on to the hot chocolate stall and bought the set.)

Fat lot of good that would do him now.

Jamie picked up his phone and started scrolling down his Twitter feed, hoping for something to distract him from the dull ache in his chest. Not a great idea, as it turned out; him fumbling that goal hadn’t exactly gone unnoticed. To make matters worse, City had won their game against Crystal Palace 3-0, and some industrious little twat had put together a stupid fucking video of Jamie scoring for City last season, him missing his shot today, a reaction shot of him as Watford scored, and City’s celebration of their win at Selhurst Park. imagine going from that to this just coz u wanna eat pussy on tv lmao, the caption read.

Jamie traced his thumb over the skyblue figures jumping and hugging each other as Pep walked among them, handing out cuddles and bum pats. De Bruyne had Paddy in a playful headlock, shouting something jubilant in his ear. Champions, well on the way to securing their fourth League title in a row.

That had been Jamie, just half a year ago. Could have been him still, if only—

But if he’d still been at City, he wouldn’t have had Dani leaning against his shoulder and soring gently as they turned onto Nelson Road. There’d have been no trip to Winchester. And – and that was the only thing that fucking mattered in the end, wasn’t it? –  if he’d still been at City, his phone would be blowing up with calls and messages from Dad right about now, and the mere thought of it was enough to turn his stomach.

As if on cue, his phone started buzzing, startling him badly enough that he almost disloged Dani from his shoulder. “Sorry, amigo,” Jamie murmured, receiving a sleepy mumble in response, as he glanced at the screen.  

Keeley, again. She’d tried calling him last night, and sent a couple of messages, but he’d let the call go to voicemail, ignored the voicemail, and the messages too.

It’d been fucking stupid of him to think she really wanted to help him with his brand, he supposed. He should talk to her, probably. Just to… Well. He didn’t know. Something.

Jamie declined the call. The coach came to a halt. He went home.

---

Two hours later, after he had dutifully eaten an nutritionst approved frozen meal and almost dozed off in front of Q&A, Jamie was jolted awake by a loud, insistent banging on his front door.  

He sat, blinking and scowling towards the hall. Had Roy decided to come calling and yell at him some more? Jamie was not in the mood for that. If he just ignored it—

“Jamie! I know you’re in there, I saw your poncy car out front! Not gonna leave me out here in the cold, are you? Jamie!”

Jamie’s stomached dropped.

It wasn’t Roy. It was Dad.

[rosiesramblings]

Team Bonding

Fandom: Ted Lasso; Jamie and AFC Richmond

WC: 1.5k

A/N: Here it is! I'm actually pretty proud of this one. This is a fic based on my Ted Lasso headcannons. I have such a soft spot for Jamie, I stg. Any other ted lasso prompts are welcome!

It was a few weeks after the Dubai Air protest, and Jamie was balanced on a strange tightrope of ‘not-friends-with-anyone-but-nobody-seems-to-hate-his-guts-either.’ Privately, he mused to himself that it took way less effort to just be a prick and let everyone hate him. At least then he could do and say whatever, without having to worry about how it would come across to his teammates. But since the Dubai Debacle, as Jan Maas had taken to calling it, Jamie was hyper aware of the teaspoon of goodwill he had earned with the team and was desperately trying not to lose it. 

He felt jittery and on edge, constantly keeping his body moving during training because if he was out of breath he would have to take a minute before speaking, and then he was less likely to say something stupid and mean. His face muscles were sore from all the smiling he was doing; he would be damned before he let his RBF push away the team. 

That’s why, when Roy screamed, “WHISTLE!” and Sam grabbed Jamie’s knee to hoist himself to his feet, Jamie didn’t have the energy or the presence of mind to hold back a yelp.

“Oi, you alright, boyo?” Colin asked, brows furrowed.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine,” Jamie said, rubbing at his knee absently. “Startled me, didn't he?”

“Really?” Sam asked, cocking his head to the side. “When you are scared, you have a tendency to lash out, my friend. Not… whatever sound you just made.”

Jamie pulled himself to his feet, hoping his blush wasn’t obvious. “Haven’t you heard, Sam? I’ve turned over a new leaf. One of eleven, an’ all that.”

Sam just hummed, looking contemplative as he, Colin, and Jamie ran towards the dulcet roars of Roy Kent.

Jamie threw himself into training, trying to run from the phantom feeling of Sam squeezing his knee. Or, more accurately, trying to run from the realization that that was the first time in a long time that someone had touched him without the intent to cause pain.

When Roy had finally screamed, “WHISTLE!” for the last time and told them to get out of his sight (Jamie personally thought the old man was going soft. That was barely a threat.), the team hit the showers. Jamie thought he felt someone’s eyes on him, so he smiled a little bigger, laughed a little louder, determined to prove that he had changed. Jamie was so focused on proving himself that he almost didn’t notice Sam until the man was right in front of him.

“Feeling ok, Jamie?” Sam asked, and Jamie was suddenly quite jealous of how niceness seemed to come so easily to him.

“Fine,” Jamie said, before realizing how curt he sounded. He cleared his throat, forcing his mouth into what he hoped was a friendly grin. “What’s up, Sam?”

“I wanted to apologize for startling you earlier,” Sam said. Jamie’s hand absently went to rub at his knee. “I did not mean to cross a boundary.”

“Don’t worry about it mate,” Jamie said, squirming. He never really knew what to do when someone apologized to him. “Didn’t cross no boundary.”

“That’s good to hear. I also wanted to ask,” Sam began, reaching down to squeeze Jamie’s knee. “Have you always been this ticklish?”

Jamie’s surprised yelp echoed around the locker room, which fell quiet. The only sound Jamie heard was the blood rushing in his ears, watching as Sam’s smile morphed into a more devious smirk. Jamie’s eyes widened as he leapt up from the bench as if he’d been electrocuted, his fight or flight kicking in with a vengeance. He didn’t get far.

“Where you going, bruv?” Isaac asked as he snagged Jamie by the elbow, bringing him into a crushing bear hug.

“L-let go, McAdoo, I swear to - shit, nohohohohohoho,” Jamie had no hope of holding in his giggles when Sam spidered over his defenseless tummy. 

“Jamie, this is quite cute,” Sam said sincerely.

Jamie felt his ears burn as he heard various sounds of teasing agreement from the rest of the team. He tried to curl in on himself to hide his blush, but Colin was suddenly at his side. “Oi, none of that, boyo,” he said as he fluttered his fingers over Jamie’s exposed neck and ears. “We want to hear you laugh.”

“Nonononono, Col, plehehehehease,” Jamie begged, squirming as much as Isaac’s iron grip allowed.

“Oh, such nice manners,” Sam teased. “Too bad they’re no help today.” Jamie’s laugh pitched higher the closer Sam’s fingers got to his belly button.

“Where else are you ticklish, Jay?” Colin asked.

“Nohohot tihihicklish!” Jamie cackled.

“Oh, really?” Sam asked, deeply amused. “What do you call this then?” He said as he squeezed Jamie’s sides mercilessly.

“AH! Cruhuhuhuel an’ unuhuhusual punihihishment,” Jamie gasped out amid giggles.

“OI!” Roy’s voice echoed in the small space. “What the actual fuck is going on in here?”

Colin and Sam stilled their fingers. “We have made a most exciting discovery about our ex- ex- teammate,” Sam explained, smiling.

“They’re killin’ me, Coach,” Jamie panted as he blinked the tears out of his eyes, unable to tamp down his smile.

Roy studied them for a long moment. “Obsianya,” he finally barked.

“Yes, Coach?”

“Try his knees.”

“Yes, Coach.”

“Wait, Coach, wait, no please oh my GAHAHAHAD,” Jamie belly laughed as Sam knelt down and squeezed the muscle just above Jamie’s kneecap. Jamie took back every thought he ever had about Roy going soft - the man was a menace. Jamie couldn’t really tell, but he could have sworn he saw Roy duck his head to hide a smile.

“Your smile is very lovely, Jamie,” Sam said. “It is a pity we haven’t seen it more.”

“St-stop teasING, SAHAHAHAHAHAM,” Jamie wailed, pressing his head back onto Isaac’s shoulder as Sam found that horrible patch of skin behind his knee.

“I am quite serious,” Sam promised.

“Yeah, boyo, it’s downright adorable,” Colin grinned, crooking his fingers under Jamie’s chin to make him jerk his head back down. 

“Hey there, fellas, what’s goin’ on?” a familiar Kansian twang called out. Sam and Colin paused once again.

“Just a bit of team bonding, Coach,” Colin grinned at Lasso, who was observing the scene with a bemused expression.

“Huh,” Ted said. “Well, don’t be too long. We got a match in a few days. Need everybody in top shape, can’t have our striker be a giggly puddle of goo.”

Jamie let out a (admittedly giggly) whine of embarrassment. Lasso zeroed in on him with a smile. 

“You know, there’s one thing I do to Henry that always has him laughing like a hyena,” the coach mused. 

Jamie’s eyes widened, and he shook his head back and forth frantically, certain he wouldn’t be able to handle whatever tickly Dad tricks Lasso had up his sleeve. 

Coach clocked Jamie’s panic and chuckled to himself. “I s’pose I’ll save that for another day. Have fun, fellas,” he said as he turned back to his office.

Sam grinned wickedly, “Now, Jamie. There’s one more spot I was to try, but you’re going to have to cooperate.” He nodded to Isaac who finagled Jamie’s arms behind his back, which, Jamie realized suddenly, left his ribs perilously exposed.

“Saham, Sam, c’mon, you’ve had your fun, plehehease dohohon’t,” Jamie giggled, wide eyes glued to Sam’s fingers, which began wiggling in the air. “Aw, c’mon, mate that’s not fahahahair.”

“Why? I am not even touching you yet, Jamie. Why are you giggling? Especially if you aren’t ticklish?” Sam smiled.

“Yohohou’re - yohohohohohou’re gonnahahaha!” Jamie whined, writhing as Sam’s fingers crept closer and closer. Colin stepped behind Jamie to help Isaac hold him securely.

“Yes. I am,” Sam said, and promptly latched his fingers onto Jamie’s rib cage.

Jamie shrieked, arching his back like he���d been shocked, before going limp and cackling madly. He couldn’t form words, just shook his head back and forth as tears ran down his face. It tickled, it tickled, it tickled, and Jamie couldn’t focus on anything but the electric sensation shooting across his ribs.

After what felt like hours (but was really only moments), Sam let up, chuckling as Isaac and Colin gently lowered Jamie to the ground. With his hands free, Jamie wrapped his arms around himself, still laughing as he caught his breath. The locker room chatter resumed since the show was over. Sam sat down next to him and threw an arm around Jamie’s shoulders, giving a comforting squeeze as Jamie calmed down.

“Fuck, mate,” Jamie breathed. “That was brutal.”

“And yet,” Sam lowered his voice so that only Jamie could hear him, “You never told me to stop.”

Jamie felt his face heat back up with another blush as Sam gave him a final squeeze before standing and pulling Jamie to his feet. “Come on, Jamie Tartt. I will buy you lunch, as an apology.”

Jamie shook his head bashfully. “No apologies necessary, mate. I’m all good.”

“Fine then. I will buy you lunch, because sometimes friends buy each other lunch.”

A smile dawned across Jamie’s face as he took in Sam’s words, and he felt a weight lift off his chest. “Oh, well. That’s alright, then.”

Jamie threw an arm across Sam’s shoulders, practically skipping out to the parking lot. He made a friend! And really, it hadn’t been that hard. Just took a little team bonding.

[yallemagne]

So, I was clued in by several references to Micheal Myers that the movie my brother was making me watch was a Halloween movie and, having never watched a single one, I went to the Wikipedia to catch up. I figured out through getting through all of the Wikipedia synopses that the film I was watching was the final one! Amazing.

Spoilers. Also, trigger warning: I hate slasher films. Not for moral reasons, so slasher nuts can put down their pitchforks. I just. Blech. But this film had a silver lining.

EDIT: I misspelt Allyson's name bc it was misspelt in the subtitles.

For a moment, at the beginning of the film, I thought maybe they were referencing Mikey as a horror movie icon, but that was not the case. I had been tricked-- HOODWINKED -- into watching a film from the Halloween series. But I couldn't walk away now!! I already sat down!!

I didn't care about the kid. Honestly the sheer amount of blood and also the weird way he fell took me out of the scene. I was half like "was this staged by the kid, too?"

Corey was already giving me vibes of an anxious teen who messed up in the past, and like this was the only chance he has to show he's a good guy, and like that was the reason he was panicking so hard in the attic? Anyway, whomp whomp. This is why you don't bully someone with anxiety in a horror film, kid.

Time skip, he gets bullied by some high schoolers and JAMIE LEE CURTIS appears to the rescue! The band kids are mean to her, so maybe they deserve-- just kidding lol. I'll call her Laurie from here on, she offers boyo a knife to fuck up the car. Wahoo.

His hand is messed up and Laurie's granddaughter is a nurse, what can go wrong? Introducing a young woman to a male main character in a horror film has neeeeeever led to predictable and blegh-y deaths ahahahah. But I was wrong in thinking she would be killed for making premarital eye contact, so that's neat.

And then someone makes premarital eye contact with Laurie and I'm like noooo oh he's gonna die too? seriously?? I don't even know this guy. But the writers did not hate me today.

Let's skip, so Corey gets thrown off a bridge because he called out someone's daddy issues and is pulled into some weird... sewer cave? I don't know what it is. I don't think Mikey did it, but I'll get to that. Corey wakes up and gets strangled by Mikey, but then he starts getting flashbacks to the worst day of his life, which I guess is symbolic of his mental break.

ONE LITTLE TANGENT. I hate how horror films villainize the mentally ill. And how apparently being mentally ill gives you superpowers. Maybe I should get evaluated just to see if I can raise a barn on my own. I know someone may scold me like "it's not black and white, there's no ableist messaging inherent to this genre, there is no war in Ba Sing Se", but you are wrong, bye.

Corey gets away but the homeless man I predicted would die jumps him and oh look. He's ~crazy~ too. But I guess he did not receive an official diagnosis because he does not come back to life after being killed. Also, I think maybe this guy is the one who dragged Corey into that place because of his obsession with Mikey, but that's minor.

Corey tells Allison he's a murderer. I was... pleasantly shocked they didn't start making out immediately. But she still stayed with him. And I wasn't fully paying attention because of my reading, but I seriously thought she knew he was doing even more murders, but apparently she... didn't? Even though they were people who inconvenienced her?

Corey meets Allison's ex and then lures him into Mikey's lair. Mikey gets knocked down and Corey yells at him to show him how to kill people. Mikey's like "okay shit" and stabs the guy a few more times than necessary just to make sure Corey understood. I was kinda cheering about boys night because that is exactly what this was.

The boys kill a doctor who was mean to Allison and the woman he's sleeping with, and I was like SERIOUSLY?? MOVIE??? I caught up in the Wikipedia and saw that apparently, the woman got a promotion because she was sleeping with him... but that's still killing a woman for having sex. Oh well. Also, the eye contact between the woman and Corey was weird, I thought, am I missing something here?? Eh.

Laurie confronts Corey, and she's so badass, and I love her so much. Tells him to back the fuck up. He refuses and tells her to go apeshit. OHHH DUDE. You do NOT WANT THAT. She literally vanished, and I was like "TOLD YOU SO BOY". I knew she wasn't gonna kill him right then, but I kept making *teleports behind you* jokes.

Since Corey is a wuss, he calls Allison up because he knows Laurie is gonna get his ass. Allison argues with Laurie that Corey isn't evil, and at this point, I genuinely thought she was gaslighting Laurie because HOW DOES SHE NOT KNOW??? But she truly didn't know that her boyfriend was JD.

Corey shows up at Mikey's hidey hole and they have a silly little tussle. It's so fucking funny. The boys are having a little wrestle! It's so silly. Corey steals Mikey's mask so he can be Mikey (his own mask wasn't cool enough) and kill a bunch of people. His stepdad is collateral damage, and I groaned so hard at his death. That man teleported into the bullet. Had to look away from the yucky ew because I don't trust my unconscious mind with gruesome imagery.

Laurie is amazing she is so cool. Corey tries to get her but she fuckin GETS HIM. She's so fucking badass I love her. Laurie is my bias.

Corey does the "if I can't have her, no one will" again and does a self-stabby to frame Laurie bc he knows he has his official diagnosis and he'll come back to life. In the meantime? Mikey has come to take his mask back. He permanently kills Corey by revoking his blessing (that's what I got from it at least) because no one kills his sister but him!!!

Laurie is fucking GREAT SHE FUCKING YES MAN. The foreshadowing of the exploding microwave and like boom man. I was cheering GET HIM LAURIE GET HIM. He tries to get rid of her hand, she says "no sir I like that hand". She gets his mask off, and he's like "nooo you know how insecure I feel without the mask >:((((". So many knives. I mean so many knives get put into this man. He can fit so many. One is in his hand and he RIPS HIS HAND IN HALF to choke her after she slit his throat. I don't know how effective choking would be with a hand that fucked up but oh well.

"Do it pussy," she says as she's getting flashbacks to every previous movie, and I'm so happy I watched none of them and just this one. It's all I need. Allison comes in and slits his wrist. I was groaning. "Come on, you think that will work? What next? Is the blood gonna start seeping back into his cuts?" But apparently bloodletting keeps him down for a while.

Cops show up, "Micheal" "He's dead" "Not dead enough", THANK YOU ALLISON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

There's this big procession of cars, everyone's there. We cut to several faces that would be familiar if I watched anything else in this series. I was like "oh my god it's just like End Game. Everyone's here and I don't care"

BUT GUESS WHAT? THEY THREW MIKEY IN THE SHREDDER!!! No fake outs, no Mikey getting up and murdering an entire town, HE WAS SHREDDED!! YESSSSSSSSSS! BEST MOVIE!!

I was a little bit in doubt. It's a slasher film, after all.

Allison tells Laurie that she believes her that Corey was bad now bc she just watched Heathers and took some notes.

There was a knock on the door or a ring of the doorbell, I don't remember, and I'm like "better not fucking be Corey, he got his privileges revoked".

It wasn't, it was Laurie's boyfriend. Oh yay. That man didn't die.

Okay. My attitude towards death in slasher films? I just like when unimportant characters aren't killed for the sake of it. It pleases me because it subverts my expectations. With films like these, you can only really trust that a character will survive if they are a murderer, which bores me. I like innocent randos living against the odds.

They cut to every room in the house, and I know that it was to show "look at all these rooms that were destroyed, now they are back to normal" but... Laurie... please move. Also I was expecting Mikey in any one of those rooms, but there was only his mask kept as a trophy, I assume. WHAT THE FUCK SHRED THAT, TOO. The continued existence of the mask is sequel bait, I know it's literally called "The End" but I have trust issues.

So? Pros? Okay, loved Corey and Mikey's relationship, it was funny. Just a couple of rowdy boys tussling in the sewer cave. Laurie is my bias. THEY SHREDDED MIKEY!!!!! YESSSSS!!!! Cons? I CAN IGNORE THEM BC THEY SHREDDED MIKEY!!!!

[everydayzeus]

It's All Shit, Ted - Chapter 7

Jamie doesn't know who cursed him with such rotten luck but at least he was gifted with the ability to lie through his teeth so effortlessly.

Read on Ao3

Word Count: 2092

The team had moved on to their regular shooting drills, with Zoreaux in goal and Dani taking his turn ahead of Jamie. He watches the ball roll past him, his legs feel like rubber and he can’t quite convince them to move to stop it. There are spots forming in his eyes and the sounds around him have become muffled, he thinks he can feel something touching his shoulder. He turns his head around to follow the fuzzy sound of what he thinks is someone speaking, but that proves to be a mistake as the tunnelling around his eyes worsens and the world begins to tilt on its axis. The last thing he sees is a blurry figure approaching as he succumbs to the darkness. 

When he comes to, he is greeted by Ted Lasso leaning over him, an odd look on his moustached face. Jamie tries to sit up but doesn't make it very far before a shooting pain between his eyebrows and hands on his shoulders pressing him back forces him to stop. 

“Woah there, Jamie, let's just take it slow okay?” Looking around Ted, he can see the rest of the team has been ushered to the opposite side of the pitch with Nate and Beard, except for Sam, who he can now see is kneeling beside his head. “You took quite the spill, so just rest here for a second then Sam here will take you in to get checked out.”

Oh god, he passed out in training. Jamie knew he should've forced himself to eat more before he left, now he's flat on his back under Ted's watchful eye. He can’t go in to see the medics, they'll bench him and Ted won't be able to justify keeping him. 

“Nah Coach, I’m alright, just slept in this mornin’ and didn't get to eat anything before training.” The lies just roll off his tongue, “Let me just go finish off a protein bar and I’ll be good as new.” He succeeds in pushing himself up into a sitting position, Ted now focused on furrowing his eyebrows in a way that Jamie can’t help but be reminded of Roy. Ted’s eyes bounce between Sam and Jamie for a while before he hums to himself and stands up. 

“Alright Jamie, I’m gonna trust that you’re telling me the truth,” A weight lift’s off his chest at Ted’s words. “But, I want you to give yourself time to digest some real food, and I mean a real lunch, none of this protein bar nonsense. Those are good for a snack but not much else. Take your time in there, I don’t want to see you back out here until the rest of the team’s done with their lunch. Deal?” Ted reaches his hand out to help Jamie to his feet. He has to force himself not to show the dizziness that takes over. 

“Deal Coach.” Jamie turns to where Sam is hovering with a worried look on his face. “Don’t have too much fun without me Boyo.” That gets a smile out of Sam, even if it’s just a small one. Heading off the pitch and towards the tunnel, Jamie just focuses on putting one foot in front of the other. He can see Will standing by the team's water bottles, looking at him with a level of concern Jamie doesn’t think he's ever seen focused on him. It makes his heart flutter in an odd way so he chooses to ignore it, instead waving off Will’s concern and heading inside. 

As soon as the door shuts behind him and he’s alone, everything he was focused on hiding from the team feels like it’s been dialled to 11. His head feels like it’s being drilled into from every angle, it’s making his eyes water, and the churning of his stomach is back with a vengeance. He stumbles down the hall towards the locker room, using the walls to hold himself up as his vision becomes blurry again, grateful no one is here to witness his weakness. He feels a few stray tears spill down his cheeks as he slams the locker room door open in his haste. All he can focus on is the trash bin standing guard beside the office, collapsing to his knees as he reaches it, releasing nothing but stomach acid and bile over the few loose papers and miscellaneous trash at the bottom. 

With each heave, his head screams at the pressure and the dam behind his eyes finally breaks, tears pouring freely. He can’t help but feel a sense of deja vu and hopes this will be the last time he empties his stomach on his knees at Nelson Road. At least Will and everyone else are nowhere near him, they still have another hour of training before they break for their lunch. He spits into the bin and breathes deeply for a minute. 

He sits down on the floor and puts his head in his hands. He doesn’t know how he’s going to do this. He loves this team and he wants to prove to everyone he’s changed, but he’s tired, and his head hurts and he just wants to curl into a ball and never move again. This is too hard. He can’t do it. 

The sense of deja vu returns as someone appears next to Jamie, they let out a grunt as they land on the floor beside him and Jamie startles but keeps his face covered in shame. He feels something cold and wet touch his hand gently but he stays still, refusing to acknowledge whoever is beside him. The cold plastic returns as they begin to hit his hand with it over and over again. 

“Jesus Christ, just take the fucking water you muppet.” It’s Roy. What the fuck is Roy Kent doing here and… Oh god. Roy Kent just watched him puke his guts out on the floor and then start to sob. Jamie finally looks up to see Roy sitting beside him, eyebrows raised waving a water bottle in front of him. Jamie takes it with a shaky hand, the lid is already removed and he can see it in Roy’s other hand. 

“The fuck’re you doing here Grandad?” Jamie’s voice is shaky and quieter than he’d like but it’s a little too late to be his ‘normal’ brash self. 

“Dropping off Keeley, thought I’d stick around to watch you lot on the pitch, then you-” Roy looked him up and down, Jamie felt his cheeks heat up in shame and turned his attention to the bottle in his hand. “You want to tell me why you’re on the floor in here rather than with the medics?” 

“I’m fine.” Jamie can’t look at him. “Just haven’t eaten today, got dizzy. I’m fine.” 

“Oh yeah?” Roy scoffs “Typically when someone’s fine they don’t feel the need to reiterate how fine they are multiple times. What’s really going on Tartt?” 

What the hell is that supposed to mean? Roy thinks he can just waltz in here like he’s still Jamie’s captain? If Jamie says he’s fine, he’s fine and it’s none of Kent's business. Now all he has to do is swallow back his nausea and say that out loud. He turns himself to face Roy and give him a piece of his mind but the movement has him squeezing his eyes shut and hissing in pain. The pressure in his head has returned tenfold and its main focus is the bruise under his hair, Jamie can’t help but reach his hand up to hold the side of his head in pain. He groans as another wave of nausea hits him and his mouth begins to water rapidly. Roy is quick to grab the previously abandoned bin and presses it under Jamie's head just in time for him to release another bout of sickness. 

“Fuck Tartt, why do they have you training with a concussion?” The hand that isn't holding the bin is now pressing gently on the back of Jamie’s neck. He can’t help but sigh at the cold touch on his clammy skin. “Going to give the Gaffer and the medics a piece of my mind. The idiot should know enough about traumatic brain injuries from his time in America yet he lets you wander off alone after passing out.” 

Jamie, now done being sick, looks up at Roy in awe. He had seen Roy’s protective streak before, but it was usually being used to protect others from Jamie, never the other way around. That awe is quickly replaced with fear as he finally comprehends what was just said. If Roy goes to Lasso they’ll both find out about his head and that he lied and then he’ll be right back where he started but with the addition of an angry Roy Kent. That can’t happen. 

“Don't tell Lasso.” He grabs onto Roy’s wrist, not having the strength to be ashamed as he practically begs. “Please.” 

He likes to think he can read Roy’s eyebrows after so many years of picking fights with the guy, but usually, they’re just different versions of the same anger. This, however, is an odd mixture of confusion and something he can’t quite recognise before landing on realization. 

“You never got checked out after the match yesterday did you?” The two of them move to their feet. 

“I’m fine.” It’s getting hard to breathe again. 

“You collided head-first with another player at full speed less than 24 hours ago. You’ve passed out, thrown up and are clearly in pain. You know that players with concussions need to rest for at least a week after being checked out. Why the hell do you keep saying you’re fucking fine?” 

“Because I am!” He can’t help but raise his voice, hoping the volume disguises the shakiness. “You aren’t my captain so just leave it will you?” 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone you were hurt?”

“It’s not like Lasso would believe me.” He practically whispered to himself but Roy still heard. 

“He watched you go down, why wouldn't he believe you were hurt?”

“He didn’t believe me last time.” His chest is stuttering again and he can’t get his eyes to focus on Roy, instead, they are bouncing around the room, focusing on the nearby exits. 

“Last time?” He thinks for a moment before inhaling sharply, a sad look taking over his face. “Jamie, last season, when you said you couldn’t train because you were hurt. Were you actually hurt?” 

“I said I was, but everyone thought I was bein’ a prick.” 

“Jamie-” He can’t do this. He can’t have Roy looking at him like this. The pity coating his face makes Jamie so angry, he isn’t a child, he doesn’t need Roy Kent to protect him, doesn’t want him to. Not anymore. 

Before Roy can do anything they hear a door open down the hall and the sound of the team coming in. It distracts Roy long enough for Jamie to push him out of the way and run out of the room. He doesn’t know where he’s going but he can’t stay there. It was bad enough to have Roy look at him with pity but he can’t imagine the faces of the team when they see just how pathetic he is. One lousy head bump and he’s making regular trips to the club floor to sob and puke. 

He’s racing through the halls without really paying attention when he finds an unlocked room with the lights off. Jamie barges in and shuts the door quickly behind him. He backs himself into the corner and collapses into a ball. He can’t stop crying. Roy is going to tell Lasso. He’ll tell him and they’ll laugh together as they draft up the termination paperwork. Ms.Welton probably has a copy already printed and signed just waiting for Lasso to clue in and put his signature on it. What can Jamie do? It’s already in motion, no one wants him. He can’t breathe and no one wants him. 

There is a gentle knock on the door and Jamie whimpers at being discovered, burying his head into his knees he ignores whoever it is. He listens to the door quietly open and shut. 

“Hey, Jamie.” Oh thank God, it’s Will. Looking up and meeting the boy's eye Jamie can’t help but feel grateful as Will doesn’t look at him with pity or disgust, but with genuine concern. “I’m on my lunch. Want me to drive you home?” 

“Please.” 

[septnautical]

CH-007

Codename: Jameson

CH-007 lives up to his species name. This friendly Cuddlefish hybrid has the ability to communicate with other fuana, and can even mimic their own sounds to respond to them. However, due to an accident when the hybrid was younger, CH-007 has damaged vocal cords. While he is able to speak, he must do so softly and can hardly yell. Majority of the time, CH-007 will opt to stay silent, instead using animated gestures and expressions to communicate.

[hyunjinz]

Oh my godddddd!!! Reading your “novel” was so wholesome n made me so soft:((( I totally agree with what you said!! I love what you said about Changbin he doesn’t get enough credit for being mature n smart so it made me so happy to hear he’s such a good lil man🥺💞🥰

Seungmin’s my bias bc of so many reasons omf. What drew me in immediately was how goooood he is at singing. I can’t help but swoon for his angelic sirens call (cheese alert) I have a tendency of biasing main vocals but not always!! He’s also just so… absurd? Like he’s just so fucking odd and strange I can’t help but laugh and smile like a dork😔💓 what is he even?!?! I love his honesty and his banter!! I love the dynamic he has with anyone like it’s always so different and unique ya know? His friendship with Jeongin vs Felix vs Changbin vs Chan etc?? Also with Jamie on ASC it was mostly my fav thing ever!! I miss it honestly🙈 Even when he talks it’s like music his voice is just so goood🥺 he just sounds nice!! always!! He also wasn’t always my main bias!! But he has been since late 2018?? Maybe? Whenever I fully became a stay! He’s just my ult boyo!!

My first fav was Jisung back when I watched the reality show I just related to him a lot emotionally and he was so passionate and soo good at literally everything it was unbelievable! N you mentioned the Virgo thing lol but he n I share a Pisces moon!! So that’s funky of the 3 of us!!! Hyunjin also distracted me for a bit👀!! Another fav is Mr. Jeongin and my bias wrecker is definitely Minho</3 2minin all the way!!!🥰💞 I'm not even attracted to men irl but Minho would give me a run for his money lmao I hate him<3

q: whos your bias wrecker n do you stan any other groups?^-^

-❄ (I'm so sorry it's so long of an ask i tried my best but I'm a rambler</3 also sorry it's so late of a response</3)

ah I'm glad you enjoyed my long ass reply 😂😂

and changbin yes the loml 🥺🥺

gOD don't even get me started on seungmin's vocals 😭😭 he's incredible!! he's always been but he improved SO much it's insane!!! and I'm so happy he gets to show his voice more :')))

and yes he's indeed very funny. it's so subtle but that's what makes it more interesting ☺️ he's just so random lmao i honestly love his friendship with minho the most hshdhd like i KNOW they're friends and all but sometimes i still question it if that makes sense🤣🤣

oh i think jisung was the one who caught my eye at first when i knew nothing about them because he reminded me of someone bdbdb

oh well my bias wreckers hmmm I'm not sure if i should consider anyone from hyung line a bias wrecker because they're pretty much my biases at this point🤣🤣 but let's say changbin (what a surprise hehdhd). i absolutely love his personality and confidence. he seems like a very balanced person 🤔 and I'm obsessed with his rapping 😭 it's so fun and witty and oof ✨ talent ✨ and he also looks so GOOD!

and i don't really stan any groups atm because it's so exhausting lmao but back when i got into kpop i followed many groups. i mean i still listen to many i just don't really keep up with them. I'd say my fav groups are ateez, monsta x and a.c.e. but i had so many phases when i was obsessed with groups for a while lmao how about you which groups are your favorites?

[niallynwa]

“My whole life I have LOVED music with everything in me. It makes me feel emotions I never thought possible. I was brought to gigs as a kid and I was lucky enough to be brought up on some of the greatest bands/singers of all time. When I was younger, I always appreciated the art of music, song, lyrics, stage design etc BUT ….. It’s only been in the recent years that I’ve come to know about the sheer amount of hard work that goes into the making of a record…. And I don’t mean from my end. I’m just a small part.

This is where I NEED to mention everyone who put their time and effort into this record. huge thank you Julian Bunetta, Greg Kurstin, John Ryan, Jamie Scott, Mike Needle, Dan Bryer, Scott Harris, Teddy Geiger, Tobias Jesso Jr., Alex Eskeerdo (ZAZAAA), Ruth-Anne Cunningham, Julia “Hules” Michaels, Sarah “Doug” Aarons, Amy Allen, Mozella. Also, all the love to the man who makes such a massive difference to these tracks when they are mixed - Spike Stent. Musically and production wise, the above people helped me so much in the making of this record and I’m so happy that these people are my friends and we get to make music together in some capacity.

I’ve had so much fun making this record. Writing some songs was very challenging emotionally, but aside from that, I had the most fun ever. From starting the record in my living room alone, to writing in songs in the Bahamas, London and LA. There was a sense of freedom in my head this time round. I just wanted to go into the studio, jam out, sing whatever melodies into a microphone and work with great people and this is what I’ve come up with.

The phrase “Heartbreak Weather” correlates with all the different types of emotions you go through ‘post break-up’. There are stormy days but there are also really sunny days and I wanted to write songs from all different angles.

HUUUGE thank you to my Modest! managers Richard, Harry, Will, Lisa, Ant, Sarah and especially the man who has been there with me all the way through this, Marco. Also, thank you to my chief “single picker” Mark Mac (he will love this mention more than most). Thank you to my assistant Tara “Tazler” for basically running my life on a daily basis and for being a great friend.

Capitol Records - you are like my family and every artist you work with says the same. You are simply the best team I’ve ever worked with. Ashley Newton, once again this album wouldn’t have been possible without, you are one of my all time heroes. Steve, Michelle, Mitra, Robbie Mcintosh, Greg, my queen Ambrosia, Kieran, Jen, Nikki and all the amazing staff/friends that have worked so hard for me over the past years …. Thank you all SO SO much. Thank you also to all the Universal teams across the world that help spread my music across the globe - your work never goes unnoticed or unappreciated.

My touring crew. We have a great little team now and we’re going to keeping having a lot of fun along the way. Massive thank you to our unreal tour manager and my good friend Paul Symington, our tour mammy Ying looking after us and the whole crew who works relentlessly to ensure our show sounds and looks amazing. Ree, Ellie and Trudy - than you for always making me look good. Jarv and Basil thank you for keeping us safe and of course the boyos, my band. Jakey C, Bird, Louis, Torjy, and Connor - you guys are ridiculously talented musicians and even better guys. Let’s give the people their value for their money on tour in 2020 and the years beyond.

And last but most importantly, thank you to You - the fans. You beautiful people have been with me since I was 16 years old and I can’t thank you enough, this album definitely wouldn’t have been possible without you guys. You inspire me to write music and I always want to please you. Love you all soooo much. Let’s take this baby on the road, dance, cry, tear the roof off the place, do whatever you want ….. Hope you enjoy this record and I hope you can hear how much fun I had making it.

Love you,

Nialler x”

- Heartbreak Weather thank you’s

[poppyknitt]

Hopeless Purgatory- A JSE Egos Fanfic

Recap: Because of recent events, Jackieboyman is left half-blind and mostly under the control of Marvin, Chase is left kicked out of his now unconscious body, which is presumably also under the corrupt magician’s control, Jameson, the only known tie Chase’s spirit has to the physical plane, is unconscious, with the likelihood of his survival unknown, Robbie with a cracked skull, and Signe, otherwise known as Wiishu, still missing in her attempts to discover every detail of the plans that Dark, Anti and Marvin have for the egos.

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[October 9th boyos]

Chase wandered around the empty house that he called home, having been left entirely to his own devices as a ghostly dad bro after JJ was brutally knocked out of the equation by Marvin only 19 hours earlier. He noticed that the locator he’d been using to talk with the others was missing from the place he’d left it, so, naturally, he decided to try and talk to whoever had it now. Surely it’d be better than just flat out suffering in solitary silence, right?

“Hey, bro. Dunno which one of the two-Well, three, technically- you are, but, uh, I noticed you took the locator?” He asked skeptically.

“Oh! Heya! I didn’t realize that’s what this was. Wait, who is this? How are you talking to me?” Signe’s voice responded from the other end of the connection.

“Uh. Hey Signe. It’s me, Chase. I’m kinda a ghost right now.”

“What? How? Are you dead or something?! What on earth have I been missing?!” She responded.

“Not quite. Marvin accidentally kicked me out of my body. And, uh, everything. We’re down to just Seán and Henrik being left totally in control and not in a hospital bed.” He deadpanned.

“Oh no! Are JJ and Robbie okay?!”

“Robbie’s skull is cracked, but otherwise he’s fine. Jamie, on the other hand... oh god... He... We don’t know if he’s going to wake up or not. He’s sorta in a coma right now.” He cringed at the memory of the two youngest egos clinging onto each other in the unconscious, horridly bruised states they were in when he last saw them.

“Hey, wait, if you’re a ghost, doesn’t that mean you could technically go to Stacy’s house and see your kids every day without her knowing?” Signe asked.

“Oh my god. I didn’t think of that. Signe, you are a freaking genius!” Chase beamed, instantly forgetting the memories of the aftermath of Marvin’s attack on JJ and Robbie.

“I know!” She chirped, “But there’s still the question of how you would communicate with them..”

“No idea, but if they’re like most other kids, they’ll probably be able to interact with me, unlike Stacy or any of the other adults I’ve seen so far.” He shrugged, forgetting she wasn’t right there with him.

“So... You’re relying on your kids’ ability to see ghosts, and only their ability to see ghosts..?” She asked.

“Pretty much, yeah.” He said, already making his way to Stacy’s house.

“Why am I not surprised?” She laughed.

...

....

.....

Chase snuck into his ex’s house by ghosting his way up to the balcony in the back, on the second floor, which conveniently happened to lead straight to his son’s room.

“Gray?” He cautiously called his son, using his nickname, so he would know it was Chase.

“Dad?” He heard the 11-year-old’s response, and the little man poked his head into his room.

“Grayson! Bed!” He said, raising a finger to his lips, so the kid would know to whisper.

“Grayson? Is your dad here or something?” Chase heard Stacy’s call from down the stairs.

“No! Sorry, mom! I just thought I heard his voice. Guess I forgot to turn the TV off!” His son called back, and then came into the room, silently running over to Chase and trying to hug him. When he just fell onto the bed next to his father, Grayson looked at Chase in confusion.

“Sorry, kiddo... Dad’s in a bit of a ghostly state at the moment.” Chase sighed, feeling really bad that his son couldn’t hug him anymore.

“Oh... That’s awesome! And super concerning. But mostly awesome!” Grayson beamed, grinning childishly. Chase laughed, and did his best to hug his son, despite the limitations brought by his lack of a physical body.

“Hey, Gray, can you do me a favor and go get you sister?” He asked when he finally stopped hugging his son, smiling softly at him.

“Yeah! Hang on, I’ll be right back!” Grayson said, and darted off to his sister’s room across the hall. When he came back a few minutes later, Samantha was following him, and they were carrying some paper, crayons, and other art materials.

“Daddy!” Samantha gasped when she saw Chase, and dropped everything she was holding. Grayson held his little sister back as she attempted to go hug her father, like he had, explaining the situation to her.

“So, basically, we can’t really hug Dad right now. But I bet he can color with us! Right dad?” Grayson finished his explaination, and looked up at his father for confirmation. Chase nodded, smiling happily.

“Yay!” Samantha cheered quietly. The three of them went onto the balcony, and the kids set up the art supplies so they could spend the rest of the day coloring and doing all the other fun things they would normally do on the weekends he was allowed to have his kids over.

When the day had flown by, and the sun was finally beginning to set, Chase found himself alone on the balcony, as Stacy had called the kids down to eat dinner. Normally, he would have gone down with them, and attempted to hug Stacy, but she had a new boyfriend now, and he knew that she would probably never let him that close to her ever again, not unless she really needed a friend, and had no other options. So, instead, he sat alone on the balcony, sullenly watching as the sun set before him.

“It’s really pretty out right now, isn’t it?” He head Jackie speak up behind him. He whipped around in surprise, finding that Jackie had indeed briefly taken his spirit out of the astral plane and into this one.

“Jackie, what on earth are you doing here?” He asked.

“Well, a little bird told me that you were spending the time you have stuck like this with your kids, so I thought it would be nice to join you as a ghost, since I doubt seeing their Awesome Uncle Jackie in the state his physical body is in at the moment wouldn’t exactly do their mental health much good.” Jackie grinned, his joke managing to provoke a laugh from his “little brother”.

“Yeah, it probably wouldn’t.” He chuckled, and patted the seat next to him, “Come sit down, bro. I’m sure the kids would love it if you helped them color a picture.”

When the kids got back upstairs, the four of them spent the last few hours left until Samantha and Grayson had to go to bed playing around, coloring, joking, laughing, and just having a lot of general, all around childish fun, despite the situations that had brought them to this moment. Once they were called to bed, though, Jackie said it was time he got to sleep, too, much to the kids’ disappointment, and left.

When Stacy neglected to come upstairs and tuck Samantha and Grayson in, Chase decided he would be the better parent now, and went to Samantha’s room first. She was climbing into her bed, so he gave her a little bit to get situated, and went to the side of her bed.

“Hey Sammy. You doing okay?” He asked, crouching down so he could look closer at the 6-year-old and make sure she wasn’t injured or anything. He knew Stacy wouldn’t do that to the kids, but honestly, he didn’t trust the new boyfriend just yet. He just had to be sure.

“I’m okay, daddy. Don’t worry.” She replied innocently, though, something about the way she said it didn’t feel right to him.

“Okay... But Sammy, if anyone, grown-up or not, hurts you, you gotta be sure to tell me, alright?” He said, tucking her in, and she just nodded in response. He smiled, and did his best to kiss her on the forehead, despite being a ghost at the moment, “Always remember that I love you more than anything else, alright kiddo?”

“Okay, daddy. I love you too.” She smiled. He walked out of the room, instinctively hitting the lightswitch, which only made the lightbulb break.

Shit! He thought, as Stacy called up to them, asking if everything was okay up there.

“We’re fine, momma! Rocky just knocked something over, that’s all!” Grayson yelled back. Chase felt his heart soar, because the fact that Grayson used the robotic dinosaur toy he’d gotten for him as a birthday present back when he was Samantha’s age in his excuse meant that Stacy had kept the toy.

“Okay... Just make sure you clean the mess up and turn him off, alright Grayson?” Stacy’s response came.

“I will, mom!” Grayson called, winking at his father to let him know he had his back.

“Thanks, kid.” Chase said, putting a hand on his son’s shoulder.

“No prob, dad. Though, you may wanna clean that mess up before mom or Alex come upstairs in a couple hours... Otherwise I won’t be able to lie for you again.” He said, giving Chase a big, cheeky grin.

“Well, I should hope you won’t have to do it again, regardless of whether I clean up my mess or not!” Chase grinned back, as his son got into bed.

“That depends on how much else you plan on breaking while you’re visiting in your ghosty form.” Grayson joked, and Chase ruffled his hair.

“Alright, ya rascal, time for bed. Don’t make me break another bulb to get you to sleep, young man.” Chase joked back, while also putting his dad-stance on.

“Okay, okay! You’re making my head cold!” Grayson said, turning his lamp off and getting under the blankets.

“Good night, son.” Chase smiled, tucking him in.

“G’night, dad.” Grayson said, and fell silent, as he closed his eyes. Chase left his son’s bedroom, and looked around the upstairs for a bit after he cleaned up the shattered lightbulb pieces. He didn’t really think much had changed since he last saw the place, at least, not until he got to the master bedroom, and saw a couple of fist-shaped dents in the walls. He felt his heart drop, as his suspicions about the new guy were confirmed.

If he really did still love Stacy, Chase knew he was going to have to do everything in his power to get this man out of the house before JJ woke back up, or else he would have to drag his brothers even further into this mess- And that was not something he intended to do.

Thank god I have the ghosting powers required to do this then, huh?

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Part Thirteen of

The Unraveling

(A very big chapter in a slightly darker version of the Jacksepticeye & Markiplier Egoverse)

Part Fourteen

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@chaoticcrimsonrose

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@spaceykidd0

@tiny-septic-puppet

[aberorca]

Cursed Child: Saturday 20th May

A few weeks ago I did something really reckless, as I have a habit of doing every once in a while (it’s my Gryffindor blood, what can I say?): I bought two premium tickets for Saturday 20th May and Sunday 21st May even though I REALLY couldn’t afford it. The 21st I could excuse, but the Saturday too? Naughty. I even, last week, considered canceling the ticket and refunding it because I knew that I basically wouldn’t be eating until payday (and be late paying some bills) to pay for it but I stuck to my guns and I’m so glad I did. All the reckless things I’ve ever done, I’ve been nervous about but gone and done anyway, and I’ve never regretted it. This was a prime example.

Saturday 20th May was the first, only and last show I’ve seen with all the original cast in all their original roles. And it was one of the best shows I’ve ever seen. My seat was incredible - the best I’ve sat in. John Tiffany sat in this seat on Sunday, so I wonder if it was in fact “his” seat, (for example, I hear that JKR has Stalls E12). 

Everyone was on their A-game (even Anthony gave it his all, despite being pooly and as a regular you could tell. Poor bb had sounded bad at stage door on Friday night). The cast were going all-out. I didn’t make many mental notes because I wanted to just enjoy the performance, as if it were the first time but I will recall here the things that stood out. 

Platform 9 ¾: Just general loveliness. The Potter-Weasley-Granger family having fun together. Jamie has his arm around Poppy in this scene with his hand on her back and I’ve noticed before but never mentioned that he often strokes his thumb up and down her spine. *pours self a glass of cold water*

Cherelle totally went for “it’s exciting” line and I love it when she does that.

Polyjuice scene: Contrary to popular belief, Anthony doesn’t always do the sea lion barks but he did them this show and I hadn’t heard them in ages so that was everything I was hoping for to conclude Act 1.

The first task: Tom Mackley, Josh Wyatt and Rosemary Annabella went for it. I mean, went for it. No restraint. I feel sorry for anyone who wasn’t watching them because I was in stitches. This was Josh and Tom:

Mackley ended up on Josh’s shoulders (I can’t even remember how it happened, I was laughing so much, but it was when the dragons appeared and I do remember Mackley just leaping up there like

 and Rosemary, oh my God. She through all caution to the wind, screaming “I LOVE YOU, CEDRIC!!!” She got told off by a professor and then appeared to try to calm herself down, breathing as if she would into a paper bag but then fainted and took out half of Hufflepuff. Just one of the funniest scenes I’ve ever seen in my life. I was crying with laughter.

Anthony was struggling in the library scene and he forgot the line “I’m still the son of Voldemort without a mother” So, instead, the line went from “Turns out she (Astoria) is (dead) so I’m giving sympathy to the boy who doesn’t give anything back.” General audience seeing the show for the first time wouldn’t have noticed anything and it still made sense but Anthony, poor guy, as a regular you could see he wasn’t on top form. He was still brilliant though, because of course! Love you, Boyo!

The only gaff in this show was that Cedric didn’t inflate in the second task but it wasn’t obvious to a general audience because of the way Cedric’s vest looks anyway. Speaking of the audience - this Saturday audience was one of the worst I’ve been in, in terms of how responsive they were and the way in which they responded. But they did loosen up in Part Two.

Draco in the Voldemort timeline: Three weeks ago, Alex came out from behind his desk in this scene and I loved it. He didn’t do it last week which was disappointing but he did do it this time. To explain - when Draco says to Scorpius “Do you know what I love most about your Mother?…” it’s a very rare, truthful, genuine moment between the two of them. Alex has always said it from behind his desk but recently he has come out from behind the desk, thereby removing all physical barriers between himself and his son in a moment where he is trying to emotionally reach him, and remove relationship barriers. Today, he came out from behind the desk and before he began his line, he looked back at his desk, as if nervous about the lack of a physical barrier between himself and Scorpius, because he’s not used to being open with his son. But then he looks back to Scorpius and starts the line. It’s such a powerful way to play the scene. Major kudos to Alex there.

Snape - hats off to Paul Bentall - he has never been an ideal Snape for me - he could shout a bit which I find out of character but Paul has been toning that down recently and I mentioned a while back that he gave a performance that won me over. Today he was absolutely convincing. He made me cry. He was quiet, intimidating, but genuine, especially where Lily’s name was mentioned. In his final moments as Snape, when the dementors are about to be upon him, he always stretches out his arms toward them in acceptance of his fate, but in this performance he did so as he called out Lily’s name. He continued to call to her, as if he were offering her his final moments as the dementors came down upon him and it floored me.

Harry and Ginny fighting: oh my gosh, were Jamie and Poppy at their very hottest tonight. The chemistry between them was off the charts. Act Three Scene Fifteen, where Ginny blames Harry for Albus going missing again, was just explosive. It’s astonishing how good Jamie and Poppy are, that despite how angry they were, you could feel the love between them, and the fact that they loved each other so much made their frustration all the more greater. I got goosebumps as they fought - everyone was transfixed.

Paul got down on one knee for the marriage renewal lines. He has done this before but he doesn’t always do it. Like Anthony’s sea lion barks, I was hoping for it and I got it. He even made an “oof” noise as he got to the floor and another one as Hermione helped him up. Fantastic.

Alex has been doing this thing recently when Ron says “Scrupious” where he turns to look at Harry and Hermione and points a outstretched arm and fingerr at Ron as if to say, “Mum! Dad! Do something about him!” Hilarious.

The Dumbledore scene - flawless. Just flawless. It really felt like Jamie and Barry were going all out. They didn’t raise their voices higher than usual, they didn’t do anything drastically different but you could feel the emotion pouring out of them. And this was the tipping stone for Jamie - he did not have a dry eye from this scene onwards. He was sobbing and shaking as Alex entered the room. Alex has been doing the “Mwahaha” for a while but recently he has added on this cringe of embarrassment afterward that cracks up the audience. It’s as if, when Draco very genuinely (and unusually) tries to lighten the mood, he then thinks “Oh, my God. I can’t believe I just did that to POTTER.” It’s brilliant from Alex. Comedy is most certainly his strength. That being said, I’ve never seen him break down as he talked about Astoria like he did tonight and it set Jamie off again. I’ll say it again - this scene was flawless. 

Albus and Scorpius did one high five after another over the blanket idea. All the bestie feels.

The Harry/Ginny kiss - I blogged this straight away. It is still the best kiss I’ve ever seen (and I’ve seen them do it ten times). Sometimes Harry has already got away in this scene before Ginny says her line and he strides back across to kiss her but this time she grabbed hold of him before he went anywhere and said her piece and Harry stepped into her, pressed his body flush against hers as he pulled her to him, their legs entangled, his hands cradling her face as he kissed her as if life depended on it. Ginny gripped hard to him with one hand and had another in his hair and it felt like the longest kiss I’ve ever seen from them. I almost felt as though I shouldn’t have been watching but couldn’t look away at the same time. The Notebook, eat your heart out. This was fucking phenomenal.

Godric’s Hollow: when Ron said “You get her in here and then, we’ll zap her” Alex spun around with his arms in the air as he normally does but he held his frustration and loss for words for the longest time as he flailed in a manner that Scorpius would have been proud of. Jamie very nearly laughed. I could see him struggling to keep a straight face and I’ve never seen Jamie break character. He held it -  just.

The final scene: bear in mind that I had already been crying for almost the whole of Act Four. Even when I was watching the performance knowing that we had one more to go the next day, somehow, this day had a finality to it that I can’t quite place. Perhaps because it had been such an incredible show. Perhaps because I knew I was going to be with all with my Cursed Child friends tomorrow and that was what Sunday would be about for me, more than anything else. Perhaps it was just because I knew it was the last time I would be there watching the original cast on my own. But something about this show felt final. And, in the final scene, it must have done for Sam too, because he started to break. He started to break as he said “What if that’s my Slytherin side?” Jamie, recently, has taken Sam’s hand in his and then placed them on Sam’s heart as he says “this heart is a good one.” He normally places his other hand on Sam’s shoulder. But as Sam started to cry, Jamie gently cupped his other hand to the back of Sam’s head, in the way that one holds a baby that is too young to hold its own head up. He was cradling Sam in his hand, and as he said “I know, I know this heart is a good one, yeah?” they both were crying. As a regular, you knew in that moment that it wasn’t just Harry talking to Albus, in fact it was barely that at all. It was Jamie talking to Sam. It was Jamie telling Sam that he loved him, that he loved his heart, and that Sam was going to go on and do great things. Sam cried. Jamie cried. I cried. This for me, was one of the greatest moments in the play that I’ve ever seen. It was moving beyond words and I feel privileged to have witnessed it. This moment alone was worth the weekend premium ticket price.

I got out of the theatre and I was shaking, literally shaking with emotion. I went to the stage door and got a hug from some friends. I was still shaking as the cast started to come out. I had the poster of my dog and got it signed by the cast who did appear. Not many of the cast came out (they had a long Sunday ahead of them and I expect they were saving their energy), only the regulars such as Paul, Poppy, Anthony, Sam, Nuno, Chris, Jeremy and Esther. I apologised to Anthony about the previous evening (I had brought my dog, not realising that he is terrified of dogs). I then told him that when I brought my Mum to see the show in March, she had said that he was the stand-out performer for her. Anthony is so lovely, he smiles and really looks you in the eyes as you talk to him. He thanked me and told me to give my Mum his love. He then turned to the two little girls that were next to me with their Mum in the queue, and was so sweet with them, asking them what their favourite magic trick was and things like that.

Esther looked at my poster and then said she would sign next to the nest because she thought that Delphi was the Cursed Child. I agreed with her and said that I had looked at the child close-up in some photos I’d taken and thought the child looked very feminine. Esther is so lovely.

I told Poppy that this was my first stage door straight after seeing the show and joked that I hadn’t thought it through as I was still a mess. She smiled understandinly, and said “Yeah, Act Four is intense, isn’t it?”

I told Chris that the Hagrid scene in Godric’s Hollow makes me bawl more than any other moment in the play. He said “That’s Jack Thorne for you. He’s incredible.” Or something along those lines.

I confessed to Jeremy that it took me a year to work up the courage to do stage door. He said that he also didn’t do it to start with because the idea made him so nervous.

I was absolutely shattered as I went back to where I was staying. I was running a long day and just a few hours sleep and I still couldn’t get to sleep due to the adrenaline from the show and the thought of Sunday. I had to blog a couple of things straight away but then I had to force myself to stop thinking about them because it was setting me off again.

So that was Saturday 20th May, 2017. One of, if not the very best show I’ll ever witness. This is why the play is so important. “There is no perfect answer in this messy, emotional world” but there are perfect moments and those are what we live for. This was one of them.

[writtenbykaichu-a]

So Ky, you've been here for awhile, right? Tell us some of your favorite threads you've done with any of your muses, and anything you're hoping to do in the near future

Ohhhhh golly GEEEEEZ I wasn’t expecting a question for ME that made me smile omg!

Even though I suck at choices. I assume you mean across all my blogs because this blog is pretty young? If you want just this one feel free to come back and boop me, haha.

Geepers lemmie think here! It’s fun to reminisce. I may try to do this by character (assuming they’ve HAD a thread I love) for my sanity, so this may (read: will) get long!

Ash Ketchum. BOYO we’ve had a loooong run. Technically Sylvia’s is even longer but we started off in Group and I snagged him as SOON as the person playing him hit their time limit cause I hated their portrayal THAT MUCH. I wasn’t even sure if I could handle him cause I played all rockets at the time but I figured no way I was worse than them. 😂 Surprise people loved me. Okay so that was me BRAGGING now let’s talk about me on Indie. ASH KETCHUM’S all time favorite thread from his original run on @gotta-ketchumall​ to here... honestly given I can’t remember much of anything about my original runs I’m gonna have to give it to Trip @shootie​ and Burnt Leaves. Still in Progress. ;3

Jesus God Emma had a thread on her old blog @detective-essentia​ with... wait... which... hold on. ... ... ... BACK! You can turn off the music now. (Or not you know do you.) Okay so it was the person I thought. My giiiirl Emmi. Looker, @theagentlooker​! We had this thread that started as dash commentary; Emma was upset about the prospect of a sibling when she barely gets to see Looker as it is. This turned into actual real conversation about their relationship, it was very emotional there was crying on both ends and it sparked actual effort on Looker’s part to spend more time with Emma and call her more often. ;w; This is the last post if you wanna do that ish.

Harley @cacturnefortheworse​ has had a fuckton of great threads in all honesty. It’s hard to pick a favorite so I’m going to do two. I really loved the thread where he and Ingo, @blacksubmas​, were in the rain together and had to reconcile after the mess that was that contest. And I am very proud of one of my more recent threads with @shootie​ where he FINALLY got through to him about gender identity. Kid--i mean full grown man sorry--has a ways to go obviously but he’s finally ready to listen and learn thank Harley Arceus.

For Iris @dragon-spirited​, hands down, the thread when she punched Shamus @firewarriorshamus​ in the face and proceeded to lose their gym battle. It went unfinished but it was still glorious.

My personal favorite with Izzy @theluckyraichu​ I think has to be her thread with N @inversion-formula​, best summarized as “this human is nice, talks to pokemon, and not only claims that he doesn’t catch pokemon but he can help me find my old trainer too???? too good to be true not buying it this isn’t real life.”

My favorite of Jamie’s @sickle-shock​‘s threads is probably his thread with Surge @galvonizedpatriot, (whom i apparently cannot tag,) which is a Gym battle. Didn’t get very far but I love this interaction very much.

May’s @stageonmay​ most recent gut wrenching interaction with her sister May (called Maple in twin-verse) @watterlogged​ is probably my favorite omg. Basically May admits she has a crush on @rubrendan​, whom she knows Maple doesn’t like, and while Maple tries to be supportive (and doesn’t hide how she really feels very well) May can tell Maple doesn’t like it so May very firmly insists that she’ll get over it for Maple’s sake.

I honestly thirst over Mewtwo’s @clonedtorule​ in this case thread with @distcrtions (LET ME TAG CASS TUMBLR YOU WHORE... this honestly isn’t fair to whores I’m sorry). I even tagged it so you can read it! Basically Mewtwo was going around destroying labs (not just Rocket’s but evil labs in general) and Cyrus showed up to see what the fuck and it was a bad time for him. Honestly Cas hmu let’s revive this shit.

@inversion-formula​ gets yet another shoutout because my current favorite for Paul is N annoying the fuck out of Paul by following him persistently and insisting on talking to the Pokemon that are released at the time because Paul refuses to talk about his treatment of Fraxure. Paul refuses to acknowledge N’s ability by the way.

Proton, @cutthroatblackcoat​, had a thread with @attitxde​ while he was on his original blog, @knifepointexecutive​, and to avoid listing a bunch of ours, I think maybe Dren and I might agree it’s been our favorite? It’s the Whiskey thread in the Arranged Marriage verse we had, which has actually been archived and can be read here!

Sylvia, currently at @scientifiquederoquette​ and originally at @runaway-heiress​, had a thread with another Rocket OC, Ghost @shadyxdealings​ where they both got drunk off their asses, bitched about their abusers, and then eventually fell asleep on each other and... I loved it.

My definite favorite for Touko @atwhatcost​ is her thread with Cheren @blackmambacheren​ where they TOTALLY just watched The Lion King and NOTHING ELSE. ...okay I came back to this cause it implies they went all they way. They didn’t omg lmao they didn’t even get past making out but damn Touko tried. xD

X @xneverlies​ was admittedly haaaaaard to choose a favorite for because I love all of his threads SO MUCH most of the time. But his favorite goes to a very brief thread with Petrel @poisoncraft​ in which they had their first kiss but Petrel, realizing X was uncomfortable, brought it to a quick halt. Exceeeeept X took that the wrong way, assumed Petrel was going to out him, had a panic attack, yelled lots of revealing things and ran. Sparked a lot of character development. Good thread.

And... I believe that’s all. You may notice some charas didn’t get a shoutout. I have some threads I maybe liked in some cases but not enough to write a paragraph about. I still very much enjoy these characters though. Some of them haven’t even had a chance to write much if at all so there’s that.

ON TO YOUR SECOND QUESTION FINALLY! Another bullet point list for you but more of a brainstorm ^^

I want someone to wreck Proton’s shit. How many times do I have to ask for this???

I’d like to write in Melanie’s teenager verse. Literally. At all.

Jamie needs threads as a Gym Trainer. For that matter I need to redo his verses and theme.

Misty’s battle with @mezasepkmnmaster​.

Just shippy shit with Misty in general but I’m looking at you @pxkemonmaster​.

LET TIERNO AND TREVOR KISS. (hi @hispokedex​!)

I want Ariana (@executiveariana​) and Venus to interact more, even outside of our ongoing thread.

I want Melanie to interact with Executives more at ANY age.

Speaking of, @poisoncraft​ and @atknifepoint​ still owe me that uncle-esque relationship.

I want a Mentor relationship with Mirror!Ash and Ash. Seriously. Make it happen.

Hopefully @couldbemine​ and I can finish the Olympicshipping re-proposal soon so we can move it here so we can move on to wedding planning * w *

I want more movement on the calling-out-Proton arc

X-PROTON-PETREL OT3

LET. EMMA. MEET. GLADION.

For that matter Let Emma have a romantic relationship. Or let her also meet someone who can gently show her that sex CAN be for fun and that someone should pleasure HER for once.

CHOO CHOOOOO EVERYBODY BOARD THE DOMINO TWINVERSE TRAIIIIIIIN (hi @agent-009​!)

Someone just feed my botiqueshipping soul. Or just interact with Shauna in general.

Idk I probably have more ideas but I’ve just been discovered as awake and I’m exhausted WOW.

[londontheatre]

House of America – Credit @photographise

The sins of the previous generation are manifested in the current one, what goes around comes around, and there’s nothing new under the sun. And yet House of America is far from dull and predictable – it is, in a word, a paradox. Tragedy in the form of on-stage deaths has happened in theatre since the Roman Empire, but this production has managed to make it seem so fresh and convincing. Striking a balance between dark comedy, a borderline absurdist narrative and good old-fashioned theatrical pathos (never overdone here), this is one of those plays that is always relevant to contemporary events, as it’s deep as it is wide.

For instance, people, whether in Wales in the 1980s or in London in 2017, are always a few payslips away from being in financial difficulties. Meanwhile, mental health issues and misuse of drugs and alcohol continue to affect a significant number of people. What’s more is that no prior knowledge of a source material (On The Road, a novel by Jack Kerouac) is required before seeing the show, despite the narrative in that novel forming a major part of the storyline for this play. I’ve never read anything by Kerouac, to the best of my recollection, and a reference Mam (Lowri Lewis) makes to a Mr Snow made me think of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s musical Carousel rather than Kerouac’s novel.

Mam’s three offspring, Boyo (Robert Durbin), Sid (Peter Grimwood) and Gwenny (Evelyn Campbell), are both individually and collectively very believable, if not always likeable, characters. There are some universal themes that emerge, one about this patch of Wales being this family’s home. This isn’t the first show in which locals stand their ground against the possibility of losing their properties for the sake of redevelopment. But the grass is always greener on the other side, as an exchange between Sid and a labourer (David Palmstrom) demonstrates. Sid, looking for work, wishes he were in the labourer’s place, while the labourer has lost his mind (or so he claims), such is the mundane nature of his job.

There’s a disparity between one’s dreams and one’s current reality, but this doesn’t stop Gwenny from continuing to pursue those dreams and desires, even to the point where the consequences are nothing short of destructive and disastrous. Mam, too, is not exactly psychologically stable, but in the midst of both internal and external problems facing the Lewis household (or what’s left of it), there are still moments of sheer hilarity that bring the house down. Every so often I wondered whether I ought to be laughing at certain punchlines in the context in which they were delivered, but the guilt was always fleeting.

The lighting (Jamie Platt) was impressive, allowing the audience to focus on certain parts of the stage, and reducing the amount of work required at each scene change, as the set largely remained static, leaving only props to be shifted around. There are two things I take away from this highly emotive production. The first is that a family show does not necessarily make for family viewing. The second, more pertinently, is that while it is good to move on from the past, the past should be acknowledged rather than snubbed. In this storyline, the past is buried, in more ways than one, with unfavourable implications for all. I still have questions about what happened in the play, or rather what may or may not have happened, and not everything is resolved before the curtain call. All things considered, this is a dynamic production pulsating with the frustrations at the cards life has dealt its characters.

Review by Chris Omaweng

This is Wales. This is the Lewis family. This is the House of America.

Abandoned by their father for a new life in California, siblings Sid, Gwenny and Boyo are left to care for their mysterious mammy and her growing eccentricities.

With the new mine encroaching in on the family home, their secrets are unearthed and dreams of America soon unravel. As tragedy unfolds, was reality ever what it seemed?

“You think the house is rocking, you haven’t seen nothing yet.”

Explosive and passionate, House of America received international acclaim when first staged in Cardiff in 1988. It later transferred to the Royal Court Theatre in 1989 before being made into a feature film in 1996. Ed Thomas’s other work includes Hinterland / Y Gwyll shot in Welsh and English for S4C and BBC Wales. He is also the founding member and creative director of Cardiff based film and TV production company Fiction Factory.

House of America by Ed Thomas produced by Free Fall productions and Ysbryd London directed by James O’Donnell Tues 27 June to Sat 15 July 2017 at 7.45pm (Contains adult themes, suitable for 16+) http://ift.tt/1qxRmry

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