#jamis bicycles

[onlyhappyvibes]

[quick-release-velozine]

Bikes I used to ride b/w CX Season. Buffalo, 2011/2012.

[onlyhappyvibes]

Beautiful bike ride

[worlds-biggest-bombaby]

Sometimes all you need is 36+ hours straight of listening to your favourite band on repeat and till all your issues fade away

[afrotumble]

[nothingbutspaceman]

[bursts forcefully through the door, out of breath, one shoe on, wide eyed]

TRENT CRIMM, HOMOSEXUAL.

[no-tengo-ojos]

Look everyone! It’s Jamie from Bombay Bicycle Club pulling a silly face!

^ original image for reference

This whole hour set hasn't left my mind since last Friday and he was pulling such a goofy face during Rural Radio Predicts The Rapture that I had to draw it

[onlyhappyvibes]

[fanficfanattic]

Okay, okay. So I’ve talked about Keeley coming into the dressing room and teaching the lads how to fuck Jamie into both crying and behaving. Still gold standard right there.

But what if the Man City captain (Billy Brimblecom according to Arlo) had told Roy the best way to deal with Jamie. But Roy thought he was taking the piss. So BB sees that tiff on the field and knows that Jamie is not being taken care of properly. And sends down Jamie’s favorite (and oldest/closet to Roy’s age) teammate to get that sorted.

So instead of it just being something Keeley knows he likes. It was part of his football life the whole time. But Roy played himself. And with himself when it could have been Jamie.

Paddy struts in, calls out sunnily “Jamie, m’boy, c’mere.” And Jamie happily trots over, gets a hug and a whisper from Paddy, then easily sinks to his knees when Paddy pushes down from the top of his knees. The room gapes and Paddy looks around seeing the surprise on their faces. It’s worse than BB thought. It isn’t that they aren’t doing it properly. It’s that they aren’t doing it at all!

He goes right in for Roy. “BB explained the whole process to you.”

“I thought he was joking.”

“This whole time Jamie’s thought you rejected him, didn’t think he was fit enough to suck your cock, when it’s actually just that you’re an insufferable prick?!”

And Paddy turns to his next objective.

“You’re Nate then, the kit man.”

“Yes?” And Nate is trying to figure out how one of Man City’s centre backs knows him on sight and by name. When the team he serves only recently bothered to learn it.

“Sorry you got caught up in the crosshairs. Jamie will apologize properly too, but none of us imagined Kent just…didn’t do anything.”

Nate stammers a response “No apologies necessary,” while staring at where Paddy had gestured to Jamie. Who was on his knees, posture upright and body calmly still, forehead resting against Paddy’s hip. Jamie’s eyes were closed but he was slightly smiling while Paddy carded fingers through his hair.

“He still will. But yeah, your job is to make sure any player that wants to fuck him has recent sti results filed with you. Jamie takes care of the team but the trade off is that the team takes care of him right back.”

And then Paddy’s moved on. Does anyone want to fuck Jamie’s mouth and has recent test results ready right now?

He’s got two fingers tipping up Jamie’s face. Just kneeling was enough to give him a serene face when he finally lifts it.

“Richard’s last check was recent and I just vetted it. Want to show everyone here how you are a championship worthy cocksucker?”

So Jamie shuffles over to Richard, still on his knees, then he grabs each of Richard’s hands to hold in his own before pulling him over to a seated position in front of the cubbies.

What if that, huh!?

[junksterrr]

Bombay Bicycle Club - Eat, Sleep, Wake (Nothing But You)