#jamie top boy

[letmeapologise]

❝ 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 ✰ ´ˎ˗

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ⌇ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐞. 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭. 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝 "𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲" 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟐.𝟑𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

IT SEEMED AS IF NOTHING WAS GOING HIS WAY, even the weather; crisp air biting and nipping at the cut on his cheek, a sharp sting coming from it when the wind blew at his face. It was nine sixteen, somewhere in north-east London, he didn’t know where – Dushane just gave him an address and he drove over with Dris in the passenger seat, listening to him complaining about Erin being home alone. Sully eventually found the building he assumed they were staying in, and strolled up to it, eyeing two pedestrians walking on the other side of the road. The street lights flooded yellow shadows around him, he walked past it to the door with Dris tailing behind.

“Took your time, bruv,” Dushane shook his hand and gave him a side hug, doing the same with Dris as they made themselves acquainted in the decrepit building, Sully collapsing onto a sofa and spreading himself out onto it for comfort. He sighed deeply, there were various people gathered around the room, some youngsters even being there which was untypical. Everyone was decked out in black puffer jackets, only Jaq had her hood down, hands stilled in her pockets as she watched him and Dris be introduced to the room with a slight frown.

“What we doin’ then?” he glared at Dushane. “Fuck you mean what we doin’ Sully, take a guess,” he kissed his teeth and looked around the room, half-torn curtains flailing about in front of the window. He glared at one of the people in the back of the room, a black balaclava adorning their face. “Yo, what are you wearing a bali for, stupid yute,” he shouted, half-chuckling to himself at their apparent stupidity. They narrowed their eyes at him, staring right back. “Sully, calm down, fam. Leave her be,” he looked away, addressing everyone’s attention to the table in the centre of the room and jabbing a finger at it. “Listen, yeah, this is where we’re all gonna meet from now on. But don’t be stupid ‘n’ come in through the front entrance, go through the back ‘n’ only when you need to be here. Yeah?” people nodded, grumbling affirmations and their own understandings at him.

“What’s going on with Jaime then?” someone asked, Dushane contorted his face up as if disgusted by what they just said. “Don’t worry about Jaime, he’s just a yute. Worry about yourself,” he announced, his eyes searching around the room for whoever asked. There were a good twenty people crammed into the room, Sully was just surprised no one had nicked the seat he was sitting in before, though word had probably gotten around that he had told someone before to move off of one before, to say politely, it was more so a threat involving the gun stashed in the front of his jeans. “If it’s not an emergency or something that ain’t important, just meet in ends, don’t be stupid about it,” Dushane continued. “If I catch you here tryna waffle about what you’re doing, won’t end well for you, trust me,” he enunciated. 

People nodded around the room, but out of the corner of his eye Sully could still see the masked individual giving him a dirty look. They were, as he described before, wearing a black puffer jacket like everyone else – must have been a new trend amongst the youngers – a black bali, with a matching black baseball cap, hands stuffed in their pockets – or her, as revealed by Dushane – must’ve been one of Jaq’s mates or some gyal Dushane was linking. Dushane was too boujee about his women, this one clearly wasn’t, Jaq’s mate it is. He glared at her momentarily, looking her up and down. Only her eyes were revealed, piercing into the side of Sully’s skull, maybe she was just thick or a junkie.

“A’ight, now get out. Don’t tell anyone ‘bout this place, yeah?” everyone ushered their way out except for Sully who was still lounging on the chair, Jaq, Dushane, and Dris, who was now smoking. Dushane tilted his head at him, ignoring the flow of teenagers beside him going out the door. “Yo, Dris. You taken your meds today?” he just nodded, Dushane smacked the cigarette out of his mouth and stood on it. “Stop takin’ other shit then.” Dris rolled his eyes, staring at the stamped out cigarette on the floor. “Fuckin’ dickhead,” he mumbled, Sully laughed, his eyes locked on the people still leaving until he noticed a necklace hanging around the masked woman’s neck, he frowned, recognising it and subtly pouting to himself. Then he saw the matching bracelet on her wrist, he stood up immediately, shouting at her while she was halfway out the door. “Yo, come ‘ere,” he flicked his head at her, she looked down and exhaled deeply, walking up to him without saying a word.

He looked down at her, at the necklace, different coloured links going round her neck and ending in the middle with a seashell; the same one he had bought before for his you. He was originally going to ignore it, being realistic to himself it was just a necklace, probably only cost one quid from a beachside shop. Maybe he was making a mistake entirely, he just wanted to make sure. Maybe she had stolen it from you. He remembered you pleading with him to get a matching necklace, and he just scoffed at you, grinning.

“I don’t like necklaces,” he had said, smiling at you while you looked up at him with pleading eyes, then held out a bracelet. “That’s why I got you this,” you had said, it was the exact same, but small enough to fit around someone’s wrist. He rolled his eyes as you laughed. “Please, Sully, come on. It would suit you, wanna remember this day don’t you?” the corner of his eyes crinkled, looking away and placing a hand over his head, then slipped the necklace on his wrist with thinned lips as you celebrated, dancing around in the sand in front of him. Of course he wanted to remember that day, it haunted his dreams and his nightmares so much that he woke up in cold sweats with visions of you sleeping beside him. Once he rubbed his eyes and cleared his vision you were no longer there. He had only given you the bracelet when he left to stop the nightmares, at least that’s what he told himself, he didn’t tell you anything. Just left it on your bedside table while you slept, unaware of him being there at all keeping in mind it was three in the morning and he had just broken into the house through an open window.

He had wondered if you always kept a window open for him, somewhere. In case you wanted him to come back. “Where’d you get the necklace ‘n’ bracelet?” he interrogated, she said nothing. “Why you wearing a hat inside too?” he criticised, still nothing. “Ay, what’s wrong with this bitch?” he stared at Dushane who looked at him as if he had something to say, but didn’t want to. He turned to Jaq. “Who is this yute?” he questioned her, she just shook her head, shrugging and looking at Dushane. “Why’s no one talking, ay?” he kissed his teeth. “Dickheads,” then pulled her into a separate room, still saying nothing. “Take off your bali,” she shook her head. “Hey, I said take it the fuck off.” She finally made an audible noise, kissing her teeth and tilting her head up at him, taking the baseball cap off and stuffing it in the back pocket of her tracksuit bottoms.

Then peeled off the balaclava bit by bit. Sully stared at you in shock, his eyes widened. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he hissed, half-pushing you against the wall of the room and locking the door best he could. You shoved him back, throwing the cap and the balaclava down onto the floor. “Why you so rude, man?” he furrowed his brows at you, his bottom lip tucked in. “I said, what the fuck are you doing here?” it was you, he couldn’t believe his own eyes, he knew he recognised the jewellery. He just couldn’t comprehend that his girlfriend – if you were still calling yourself that – was now in this industry, the one thing he didn’t want to happen, the one reason why he left in the first place.

“You fuckin’ left, Sully. What was I supposed to do?” he ran a hand over his face, exhaling deeply, murmuring profanities under his breath that gradually gained in volume. “Why here?” he hissed, his hands on your shoulders. “Why are you doing this?” he almost growled out, a rasp in his voice, you just kissed your teeth. “I dunno Sully, why’d you leave?” you continued, jabbing a finger at his chest while he looked away. “There’s your fuckin’ answer for you,” he sighed deeply, stepping back and basically kneeling onto the floor with his hands covering his face. He had loved you, present tense, he loves you, he will always love you; but this was overstepping the mark and you knew it. He couldn’t even imagine comparing you to the woman he left with his daughter a year ago, now you were decked out as he never even knew you, as if you were like him. He didn’t want you to be anything like him. You dreamed of a white picket fence life in a two-bedroom flat, you didn’t know what he dreamed of. That’s the problem, what did men like Sully dream of?

“Née, you have to go,” he reprimanded, not even looking at you. “Please, just go, it’s not worth it.” You looked down at him with a cruel glint in your eye, lip threatening to start quivering as you faced the man who left you. “What’s not worth it? What’s changed, Sully?” he looked up at you with a disappointed expression, his facial features hardened with an unbecoming guilt, as if he caused this, a corruption of something so pure. The whole point of him leaving last year was to keep you safe from a rival gang that was so very close to ending his own life, what was stopping them from using you as leverage? He couldn’t help himself, he needed to leave for your sake, of course he didn’t want to – he was selfish like that – but he had to, and yet the consequences of his actions got you into even more danger. “You were fine with doing this shit all those years before, when I said it wasn’t worth it,” you tore through him, adding to your argument.

“It’s different, it’s not like that, Née. It’s not that simple, you know that,” he mumbled. “Don’t fucking call me Née,” you sharply declared, both of you in silence, staring at each other until Sully returned to looking at the floor, staring at the dust residue beneath you and him – there was no more you and him – he held in a tingling sob threatening to escape through his mouth and nose. “What was I meant to say to tell Josie, huh?” you blinked at him, anger overcoming your senses and you had to hold yourself back from letting it do so, you had experience doing so in the last year. “What was I meant to tell our daughter,” you repeated. “When she asks me ‘where’s daddy’?” Sully was glad he was hiding his face from you, ashamed, as his eyes turned wet at the mention of his daughter, gulping back a wail, or a scream. 

“Where’s daddy, huh?” you shook your head down at him, lip curling up as if you were about to cry, a single tear slipping out which you quickly wiped away without him seeing. You sniffled. “Sorry, baby. Daddy left ‘cause he’s too much of a fuckin’ pussy to stand up for himself ‘n’ his family, huh?” you shoved his shoulder again, he remained unmoving. “Why’d you fuckin’ leave, Sully?” you shouted. “Babe, I was gonna come back, I just needed time,” he mumbled his excuses, standing back up with gleaming eyes, you didn’t even correct his word of endearment, just shook your head at him with trembling lips, screwing your face up. “What was I meant to do? Wait for you? How long? Let me ‘n’ your daughter starve?” he shook his head dumbly at you.

“You didn’t put food on the fucking table, Sully. This is me stepping up for our daughter, so fuck off ‘n’ leave me be,” you leaned down and grabbed the balaclava and hat off of the floor, dusting it off with your shirt, stretching it out. He watched you unlock the door and leave, and opened his mouth, he didn’t even remember what came out of his mouth but all that it was met with was silence.

A few moments passed as he just stared blankly at the open door, then went through it, the group of people from earlier darting their eyes over at him as he came out through the door you just went through. “What, blud?” he narrowed his eyes at Dushane interrogatively. “Nothing, brudda,” he kissed his teeth, watching as Sully peeled back the curtains to watch you crossing the road with your headphones on. “Why’d you let her join, you fuckin’ wasteman?” Dushane raised his hands in mock surrender. “Listen, fam. She needed some p’s, we’re just helping her out, you know what I’m saying.” He glared at him, and then at the two other people in the room. “Fuck off,” he mumbled, walking towards the stairs and pulling his phone out his pocket.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

[breapo]

The Dark Psychology of Jamie from Top Boy

[donutdrawsthings]

[toxicroyjamie]

If Phoebe's making Potions™️ in Roy's backyard you know Jamie's 100% joining in like "you added leaves yet?"

"No I still have to forage for them."

"Mint, I'm on it"

And jamie collects leaves in one of his little cross-body bags. Then they collect the potion in a jar and try to get roy to drink it

YES OMG Phoebe is such a little weirdo I just know she loves playing potions haha

Jamie babysitting Phoebe is such a great concept because they really would just be hanging out like this. Best friends <3

[eggcompany]

Jamie Tartt for SURE bought a sundress to wear just to get Roy to fuck him outside. Roy always felt too nervous, too anxious, to be able to give Jamie a wild in the grass fucking.

But when they had the entire beach to themselves and the sun was setting, Jamie had snuck over to a changing tent and came back in a daisy covered yellow dress… Roy got a peak up that skirt and was pulling Jamie down for a ride.

[jopzer]

pov your lifelong crush gives you a little fistbump

[just-in-case-iloveyou]

i never posted my Atta Boy photos (hell, i barely took any in LA), but i figured closing night of their tour was as good a time as any. i had the most amazing time, and everyone was so unbelievably sweet and funny and kind. these were two of the most incredible nights of my life, and i absolutely sobbed after both shows. i love them so much.

also, thank you forever @cherished-little-cannoli for joining me! 💖

all my own photos. please don't repost without permission or credit 🙏🏼

Bill Pullman was truly just the sweetest man. we chatted a bit about the show, and A Steady Rain, and you could just see how proud he is of Lew, and it's beyond wholesome. they're such a beautiful family. 💖

i'm including this photo from @pullman-lewis because Lewis is holding the letter i wrote him 🥹😭

i'm also devastated that i wasn't conscious enough to get a photo with Graham Patrick Martin, who showed up to support Lew. when i told him i love how they support each other's endeavors, he literally said, "besties for life!" 🥰

(GPM also remembered me from A Steady Rain 😭)

Jamie Wollrab and Josh Brolin were also there, but i didn't get photos with either of them. in my defense, i find Josh Brolin wildly intimidating (for no reason. he seems lovely). i did, however, talk to Jamie again, and he's an absolute gem! 😊

anyways, i'll go cry in a corner now.

[aramielles]

me starting classic doctor who : oh i love ian and barbara, surely they will be my favourite companions

jamie : appears

me : oh no here’s my fave

[fuckyoudoyou]

[aaronstveit]

have been thinking about pippin all day… feeling incredibly normal (clearly lying)

[letmeapologise]

❝ 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 ✰ ´ˎ˗

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ⌇ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐞. 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭. 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬. 𝐝𝐫𝐮��𝐬. 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬. 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝 "𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲" 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟐.𝟔𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐠𝐦. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ! 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

ONCE SULLY REACHED HIS NEWFOUND BED, if you could even call it that, it was like as if he had never left you both; the ringing in his ears was accompanied by giggles of his daughter, and when he closed his eyes he could see her with her arms outstretched, reaching towards him – but he was out of reach. He woke up in the night in a cold sweat, running a hand over his face, visions of you and Josie being subject to the tortures of this industry, blood smearing her face while she giggled and clapped at him, while you were pointing a gun at him, a drugged out expression on your face.

He exhaled deeply, marching his way to the downstairs sink, pushing his head around to splash water all over his face, running his hands through the cold stream and flicking the droplets onto his face. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, stuffed half-hazardly in there, and flicked through his photos of you. One of you, him, and Josie all in the photo together, he was holding her up on his shoulder while you held onto his arm, gleaming at the camera with a cheesy smile; another being of you holding out your hand towards the camera — he had just got the phone and had wanted to try it out, you, however, disagreed, claiming ‘you looked bad in the morning’ and so he had been chasing you all around your flat for a good ten minutes for a photo of you until he accepted that this was the best he would get. 

The palm of your hand was blocking the camera, and it blurred out most of the photo, however in the top left corner he could see your grinning face tilted in his direction. It was one of the only photos he had of you in the morning, the others were mostly of you sleeping, blissfully aware of what he was doing in those early hours. He sighed deeply, wiping his eyes, and checking his messages with you – he had blocked you, but he hadn’t deleted your contact – the last being you asking what he was getting for dinner, unaware of the thoughts racing through his head at that current moment.

He debated for a good minute on what message to send, you probably weren’t going to see it anyway seeing as it was three in the morning, and most likely you had blocked him in retaliation. He deleted the message he typed out, swiping off of the messages screen and staring at his black phone screen in silence. Memories of you and Josie came in waves, mostly at night. He didn’t believe in God, but if he did, this was probably his doing in an attempt to punish him for leaving you both, for his sins. Would God punish you?

He stood upright, previously hunched over the sink with water dripping down his face and hands onto the floor, going back upstairs to try and find the room where Dushane would be laying low for a few days. He was sleeping on his side, thin cover only over most of his legs, the rest of it drooped down onto the floor. He had a sudden urge to pick it up, tuck him in like he had done previously with Josie, but he didn’t. Get it together. Jaq was at her girlfriend’s or her own flat, and Dris was at his with Erin by now. Sully checked his watch, then down at Dushane’s sleeping body. He shook him.

“Yo,” Dushane grumbled in return, tucking his arm under his torso and wetting his lips. “Yo, Dushane,” Sully said louder, pushing him about with a bit more force. His eyes opened and darted around as if paranoid, reaching for the pocketknife in his back pocket, Sully backed up with his arms up in mock surrender. “It’s me, fam. It’s Sully,” Dushane narrowed his eyes interrogatively, looking around and Sully returned the look with his brows knit together in concern. “What?” he sat up, pushing what remaining cover he had left off of him. “What do you want?” he shook his head, running a hand over his face. “Née.” He paused, Dushane looked at him pensively before sighing. “What’ve you got her doing?”

“Is this really the time?” he fixed the pocket knife to its place in his pocket again, picking up the cover from the floor nonchalantly. “Yes!” exclaimed Sully, watching as he moved about on the bed. “Is she even in Summerhouse now?” 

Dushane let out a deep exhale, the cover now fixed accordingly on top of his bed. “Listen. These are decisions she’s made now, you’ve got nothing to do with them. You made that choice, ‘kay Sul’?” Sully raised his eyebrows, deadpanning at Dushane who was sitting in front of him, looking up. “What are you doing, big man?” he joked, Sully coming closer to him, looking down with half-lidded eyes. Dushane scoffed, rolled his eyes, and then kissed his teeth. “She’s in Manc,” he looked down, averting his eyes. Sully huffed, looking away and biting the inside of his cheek. “Postcode,” he stated.

On roughly four hours of sleep, Sully took the train to Manchester, earning unappreciated glares from more elderly individuals sitting on the carriage opposite to his, gossiping amongst themselves out of earshot as he leant on his hand, looking out of the window. His eyes threatened to flicker closed as they became heavier, to fall asleep and dream of you once more. He watched as trees whirred by, the estates gradually melting out of view as he travelled to Manchester Station, getting off and watching as the pensioners hobbled their way out of the doors, bags slung over their arms. If you were here you would have probably told him to help them out, but you weren’t here. Or you would’ve done, he didn’t know what you would tell him now after all this time, probably more so in the direction you lectured him – and rightfully so – yesterday.

Once he got out of the station, he propped his hood over his head, taking an uber to the destination Dushane had mentioned you would be at prior. It was about six-thirty in the morning. Sully doubted you would be awake at this time, you had always said you weren’t a morning person, but then again this job changed people; he saw that for himself, he hoped you hadn’t changed too much. The sun was just coming up, orange skies blaring light into his vision, according to Dushane you would be meeting some buyers at a marketplace at around seven – at least that’s what he had predicted based on travel times. Gaggles of people grouped up around the stalls in the market, despite the early time; there were various fruits piled in neatly stacked boxes and an ethnic shop filled to the brim with ackee and saltfish, jerk chicken, and various Jamaican ginger beers that he practically floated his way to.

He allowed his nose to lead the way, smelling it from a mile away, licking his lips as if already imagining the flavours on his tongue. “I’ll have a bit of everything,” he nodded, giving the woman running it a polite smile which she gratefully returned, filling a plastic bag with the food and drinks. It crossed his mind that maybe he should get you something, to apologise in at least some way that didn’t involve words; as he knew he wasn’t going to be able to express himself in that way as you, obviously, had the stronger argument and he knew it. He had failed you and his daughter, he knew that. The woman manning the stall handed him the plastic bag, and Sully reached for his wallet. “How much?” he looked up at her through his eyelashes, she simply shook her head and smiled. “It’s on the house.” 

Sully raised the bag at her, a sign of gratitude, and looked inside it as he walked through the marketplace; taking a sip of the beer and eyeing out any potential meeting spots such as the secluded garage he could see out of the corner of his eye. He watched the crowds of people gradually dispersing and returning to the marketplace, browsing for wares, none seemed to him like they were on the road; there was no inconspicuous handshakes or ‘gum’ exchanges that Sully knew as being people dealing and dishing out drugs, not even a backpack. Though he did see two officers making their rounds just coming through the marketplace, adjusting the strap stuffed in the front jeans over his jacket.

He avoided eye contact as they walked past, facing the other direction whilst he strolled up to the garage and checked his watch – five-to-seven. He saw you walking through a door next to the garage, twisting your head round and looking behind you, directly at him. He scowled, marching up to follow you into the building and oversee whatever exchange you were carrying out until he was approached by two yutes; no older than Jamie’s younger brother, or around that age. “Yo, where you from?” Sully rolled his eyes, one hand in his pocket while the other was near enough to it, holding onto his bag. He looked around and behind him, then peered over the shorter teenagers to look at the entrance you just went through. Two or three range rovers pulling up to the destination.

He kissed his teeth. “Fuck out the way,” he glared at the two teenagers, he couldn’t exactly shove them away as there were heaps of people shortly behind him watching, and he couldn’t exactly afford to go back to prison for something as small as this. They didn’t budge, the youth of today. “What you movin’ mad for, cause I ain’t ever seen you round ends, innit,” Sully almost laughed, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he waved them off. “Ay, you lot are jokes,” he grinned, shaking his head at their attempts at bigging themselves up. “Don’t be tight, just tell us, yeah?” Sully raised his brows at him, looking behind him again before bringing the gun from the front of his jeans out slowly, so only the barrel was showing.

The two teenagers glared down, backing up away from him and eventually making a run for it down an alleyway opposite. Sully chuckled softly, pulling the gun back into place and covering it up. He then saw you coming out of the building, unscathed, if anything he was impressed – and yet disappointed at the same time. Your gift would have to wait. Sully crossed over from the marketplace to the pavement opposite your side of the road, leaning onto a lamppost, he doubted you would come over, it was just a reassurance to himself and a reminder to you: he was watching you. You glared at him, a different backpack this time; then made your way back in the direction you came from – most likely the long route to Manchester Station and back to London, he assumed you were too paranoid to be caught going through the marketplace with such a large amount of people and the police that had just walked through. You were still smart with it, he almost laughed.

He waited a few minutes until tailing behind you, the sun now properly emerging, and he wondered if you had even slept at all. You now had your hood propped over your head, in fact, he was sure you were wearing the exact same thing yesterday; turning a few times through an alley, and then through a populated area in a bid to lose him. He persisted, after all he had been in this industry longer than you, and pushed through the groups of people hustling along the pavement waiting to cross the road. You finally stopped when you reached the back entrance of a group of shops, a bike shed next to it with a dent and graffiti on it, infested with weeds and grime. He stopped, slightly hiding behind a building, watching as you just stood completely still, likely trying to compose yourself. Why was he hiding?

The answer being the way you swivelled round on the balls of his feet, staring at him once more as he tilted his head and attempted to look nonchalant, ignoring the way he had technically stalked you here.  He came out from his hiding spot, looking down, bag still in hand and likely a bit colder. “Fuck you following me for?” you spat, glaring at him from around nine feet away. He shuffled his feet along the gravel, not feeling like a convicted murderer in your presence. He didn’t answer, ignoring you, and shrugging. “You want some beer?” he showed you the contents of the bag, pulling the handles open. You didn’t even look; brown eyes boring into his skull as his darted around for anything but to meet yours. “I said the fuck are you following me for, Sully? You stalking me now?” he scoffed, turning his head to the side and then looking down at you, retracting the bag. “Can’t I look out for my girl no more?” you raised your eyebrows at him, tilting your head down. “You still calling me that?” Sully kissed his teeth, then wet his lips. “What’s with all the attitude?” he grimaced at you. “You call this attitude? You’re on some joke – ay, are you taking something?” you frowned up at him, deadpanning at the complete audacity your ex-boyfriend had. He rolled his eyes, pressing his tongue flat against the roof of his mouth. “No, I’m not taking nothing. Keep your fuckin’ voice down, yeah?” he glared at you, placing a hand on your shoulder whilst looking around, you swiped it off and he huffed, arms going back to dangling uselessly by his sides.

“What are you doing here then?” he looked back at you with half-lidded eyes, staring down, fixated on every little movement or twitch that came with the expressions on your face. “Gotta take care of you, cause you’re clearly not used to doing this shit.” You chuckled softly under your breath, looking down and shaking your head. “Fuck are you laughing at?” you thinned your lips, unresponsive, bottom lip tucked in. “I was fine doing it until you found out,” you mumbled. “Now you’re just gonna, what, spy on me whilst I’m doing my job?” his expression didn’t change; he just looked unconvinced and disappointed. “Did I ever do that?” you asked, jabbing at him. “This isn’t your job,” he cut in. “You were fine by yourself–”

“Fine? Is that how you expect me to be when you just fuckin’ leave on us? No note or nothin’?” he clenched his jaw, teeth grinding against each other. “Née, I told you this. I left you money, you were gonna be fine without me.” You shook your head, chuckling, and staring over at a group of people hovering around a bus stop who were watching you intently. Your voice was condemned to a hushed whisper, breathing deeply as you attempted to contain your rage to a lower volume so as to not cause a scene. “I didn’t want your fuckin’ money, Sully. I haven’t even used it,” you retorted, pressing your tongue against the back of your teeth. “I wanted you, ‘n’ you just left,” you shrugged, thinning your lips once more.

“Clearly you didn’t want me enough,” you added, looking him up and down before crossing the road and making your way back to the route towards Manchester Station.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

[redeemed-wren]

Every single character I have ever obsessed over falls into one of four categories:

Kid with no one in his corner who's used to looking after himself realises that (often despite his best efforts) people actually care about him and he has a support system.

Older brother type vibes who is the comic relief and painted as dumb or clueless but actually has deep insecurities and is so so smart in other ways and has a fiercely protective streak.

Young (though not always) woman who has been through a rough time and has Trauma but is still strong and refuses to let her past define her and makes an effort to be kind. (this character tends to become part of my soul)

Loser man become dad.

Also bonus points to trope voted Most Relatable but is never my favourite character:

5. Kid who has had a reasonably trauma-less life compared to friends and feels a bit like a sidekick and maybe doesn't consider their problems worthy when their friends have been through so much more

[benoits-neckerchieves]

Lmao not James Bond making it into my Spotify Wrapped

[princesses-and-such]

This week's episode has so many good moments!

[nicoscheer]

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The way he goes up on his tip toes 🥹🥺 and looking for validation after having the first run through

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22/11/2023

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The song choice 🤣

Also I feel that gigantic smile on jacks face when next to Miles Kane

[gildedmuse]

My bro and I were discussing the Live Action One Piece because I made him watch the trailer (he is still too hurt by the live action Death Note, apparently, to give this show even a chance).

Leading to me eventually bringing up that at some point I remember reading that Jamie Lee Curtis mentioned wanting to play Kureha, if they got that far.

Me: Because Chopper is her favorite, and she said if she was younger she'd love to be Robin, but now she'd be a great Kureha. Bro: I'm really just impressed she knew who that was.... Me: She should show up to the audition in a 100 Berry shirt, just to prove her stuff. Bro: Sounds like she's already got one. Me: It wasn't like on a OP carpet either. It was at some premier, I think, or a con, I don't know.. Bro: Still, Kureha doesn't play a major role in the series after that, so it's just impressive to know who she is. It's like someone mentioning they like Dalton. Damn, now there is a fan. Me: She said Chopper is her favorite so it seems like she was just picking the characters most likely to hug a small reindeer. Me: "Obviously, I'd want to go for the character most likely to snuggle Chopper, but Zoro was already cast. So after Robin I figured Kureha gets the most Chopper time." Bro: Her next choice was that lady from the Foxy pirates. Me: She shows up like in full Foxy pirate gear. Bro: Your Chopper is ours now! Me: I mean, I'd pay to see it.