#it's not black it's dark heather charcoal

[bluedestinybluebird]

This Barbie is dressed like she's ready for the mass extinction event (while being ready for the pinkest premiere of the year)

[hesherehesthere]

shopping tripppp 🛍️

+bonus roy ‘i already own a black tshirt and jeans’ kent

[andyridgeley]

roy kent is always like

[jamietwat]

Roy being offended that Nate doesn’t realize his shirt is dark heather charcoal and not black is the EXACT same vibe as Jamie being upset that people think his hair is blond instead of walnut mist but Roy would have a meltdown if anyone dared to point that out to him

[roykentschesthair]

I just feel like Jamie would move in with Roy before they ever start dating. Before they even realize that a majority source of their tension is romantic/sexual. First it just makes sense that Jamie comes in after their early morning practice, he needs to eat and Lord knows he can’t cook, but Roy can, and he knows his dietary guidelines and he has a shower and yes it’s only two-in-one shampoo, but he doesn’t need all that fancy shit, just go shower!

But Jamie brings a bag of toiletries the next morning because he’s not subjecting his beautiful hair to that monstrosity again, and then it only makes sense that he’d have a change of clothes, because the first time he’d had to borrow stuff from Roy, and he doesn’t think anyone on the team noticed but Beard had given him one of those weird looks of his and Jamie isn’t meant for black or dark heather charcoal so he brings his own stuff.

And then it makes sense to ride in to Richmond with Roy because they’re going back to his place after for their next training and more home cooked meals and maybe sleeping over makes total sense because they’re going to be up and training at four anyway

And then it’s been weeks, months, and Jamie is at Roy’s more than he’s home, and even the off season keeps the same way, except they don’t go in to practice during the day and Jamie convinces Roy to play FIFA with him and Roy cooks and makes Jamie read and watch old movies and they hang out with Phoebe together because she adores Jamie and Jamie adores and spoils her and Roy goes to visit Georgie and Simon because why wouldn’t he?

All of this to say I honestly think they’d get married before ever going on a first date because to them it just makes sense.

[thwipped]

last roy of the year(?) this isn't black, it's dark heather charcoal btw.

[incorrect-wandanat]

Wanda: You’re always wearing black.

Nat: This isn’t black.

Nat: This is dark heather charcoal.

[ouatsqincorrect]

Snow: You're always wearing black.

Regina: This isn't black.

Regina: This is dark heather charcoal.

[incorrect-guilty-gear]

Johnny: You're always wearing black.

Testament: This isn't black.

Testament: This is dark heather charcoal.

[incorrect-lackadaisy-cats]

Viktor: You're always wearing black.

Mordecai: This isn't black.

Mordecai: This is dark heather charcoal.

[secretsoftheuniverse1987]

I've been seeing a lot of posts about Jamie Tartt attending the eras tour and Roy resignedly tagging along and here are my two cents:

¢ Jamie is absolutely a swiftie and while I'm not nearly far enough into "my queer tv characters v. Taylor Swift" matrix to assign him an album, I do think he's mostly a reputation girlie (gn), with a significant debut leaning

¢ Roy COULD be grumpy and act all resigned and shit about attending the eras tour, but it's also really enjoyable to imagine him being unapologetically into it (think the Julie Andrews scene with the Diamond Dogs). Also he's an evermore girlie (gn) and I think it would be so funny for him to show up in a brown flannel over his all black outfit and Jamie not knowing whether to bluescreen over Roy dressing up for the eras tour, tease him about being a swiftie, or make a joke about Roy wearing a color other than dark heather charcoal (it's just brown, but baby steps).

I'll leave y'all with this:

[izzyspussy]

Completely agree about Roy's haircare. Also the idea that Roy is using 3-in-1 instead of a seven step skincare routine and beard oil and whatever else is ludicrous

REAL. I just know his master bath is one of those needlessly spacious triple rooms with a vanity room, a semi separate room with completely glass shower and a clawfoot tub deep enough to drown a cave troll in, and then another semi separate room with just the toilet.

And i KNOW the vanity room has a long ass wall mounted clear acrylic shelf with like 25 high end hair and skin care products all neatly lined up a in a single row in matching matte glass bottles in shades of white, grey, and black, unlabeled so as not to disturb their elegant partial uniformity in much the same way you would not disturb the classic, timeless silhouette of a nice suit (he has each product memorized, once he found what he liked he stuck to it unerringly; there are some products that are discontinued that he orders custom made by the brand which he can do because he is willing to pay an arm and - well two arms to not have to experience change). the shelf is below an almost full wall single panel mirror that his extremely well paid and generously tipped house cleaner keeps perfectly spotless and streak free (as well as the glass walls of the shower), and above an equally spotless black marble vanity counter with inset sink that he uses only for shaving and washing his hands because he contains multitudes and brushes his teeth in the shower.

He's rich! He's vain! He's particular about the minute details of his appearance ("dark heather charcoal" 🙄 he's so pretentious it's fucking black)! He's insecure about how he's perceived! He's a habitual perfectionist and overachiever! See and embrace the truth!!

[incorrectgallifreyquotes]

Leela: You are always wearing black. Narvin: This isn't black. Narvin: This is dark heather charcoal.

[polikszena]

Just because I had the idea of writing something Easter-related today, here, have AFC Richmond players painting eggs for charity:

Eggs and Flowers

When Trent Crimm walked into the press room of AFC Richmond’s headquarters, he experienced something he had never witnessed there before: silence. The entire team was sitting around the table on the stage, all of them so immersed in their work that none of them spoke a single word which was extremely rare with this amount of young men being together in the same room. For a moment Trent thought they were giving him the silent treatment again, just like during his first days with the team, but then he saw the painting kits in front of them.

“Hi there, Trent,” Ted Lasso flashed a smile at the former reporter and got up from his chair to shake his hand, but since all his fingers had some paint on, in the end he decided not to. “Do you want to join us?”

“Is this a seasonal group therapy?” Trent asked, noticing the eggs on the table.

“Kind of,” Ted said with a little laugh, “disguised as a charity egg painting. They will sell these later to raise some funds to the children in need. Come on, grab a brush and take a seat!”

An apologetic smile touched the ex-journalist’s lips and he shook his head.

“I’d rather just observe first,” he said.

“As you wish,” Ted nodded, then sat back down to finish the egg he was working on.

Trent’s gaze followed the mustached man and stopped at the egg he had painted with AFC Richmond’s colours, then he looked around the table. Next to the team’s manager was Coach Beard carefully sprinkling paint on his egg that was already coloured purple. Next to him there was Sam Obisanya who was happily showing him his egg that was painted like a fish bowl with a goldfish inside, and then Dani Rojas who decorated his with ethnographic patterns, then Jan Maas who painted his orange, and Isaac McAdoo painting Santa Claus on his egg.

“That way it doubles as a Christmas ornament,” he explained, noticing Trent’s brows rising. “Genius. Oh, look, that’s a cute bunny,” he said, turning to Colin Hughes who was coloring the rabbit white.

Next to Colin, there was Richard Montlaur who was painting a French flag on his egg while Thierry Zoreaux, well, Van Damme was drawing a football’s pattern on the egg, although it was a struggle since the shapes were different. Moe Bumbercatch was painting a little scarf on his egg, and even Will the kitman was there, idly drawing flowers on his.

“Fuck!” At the other end of the table, Roy Kent burst out, holding a broken egg in his hand trembling with anger. He threw it away, got up from his chair and stormed out of the room. Sitting next to him, Jamie Tartt pressed his lips together to hold back his laughter.

“He just needs some fresh air,” Ted said, seeing Trent looking at the door where Roy left. “It was his third egg.”

“Fourth,” Jamie said.

“He’ll get better,” Ted assured him.

“He already made one,” Leslie Higgins said, gesturing towards a side table where the already finished eggs were drying. He was adding the last strokes to a blue one with a little greyhound on it.

“The black one,” Richard said.

“I believe it’s dark heather charcoal,” Trent said, walking closer to the side table, with his eyes on an dark-coloured egg with zero patterns.

Glancing at the finished works of the players, Trent spotted a few with Zava’s name and number written on them with different colours.

“Those were made by Zava,” Ted told him.

“Except for the one with glitter,” Dani Rojas said. “That’s mine.”

Trent also saw an egg with the yellow ‘BELIEVE’ sign like the one they had in the locker room, wondering who could have made that one. Whoever did, he drew a smile on the former reporter’s face.

“So, Trent, are you joining us?” Ted asked. “We still have lots of eggs.”

“We have some pattern suggestions if you need it,” Higgins said, ponting at some printed examples in the middle.

“Why not?” he shrugged his shoulders, and taking off his blazer, he sat down to an empty chair then rolled up the sleeves of his gray shirt.

Silence fell onto the press room as the team members returned to their work, until someone started humming. It seemed to be an involuntary action as everyone was so focused on painting that they didn’t even notice someone was doing it. Trent couldn’t tell who it was; it could be anybody. However, no-one said a word about it, no-one tried to stop it. Instead, the others began to join in and Trent could finally recognise the song: it was Flowers by Miley Cyrus; he had heard it from his daughter several times.

It was Sam who started singing it and the rest of the team continued:

“I can buy myself flowers

Write my name in the sand

Talk to myself for hours

Say things you don’t understand

I can take myself dancing

And I can hold my own hand

Yeah, I can love me better than you can.”

[jamietwat]

roy "dark heather charcoal" kent & jamie "walnut mist" tart

Exactly! If anyone pointed out the similarity to Roy he’d resent it, but if someone made some comment about him wearing all black and Jamie went “his shirt is dark heather charcoal duh” Roy would be so smug and so pleased with him

[incorrectredwallquotes]

Bisky: You're always wearing black. Zaran: This isn't black. Zaran: This is dark heather charcoal.