#like heaven is not going to be as he imagined it

[nochd]

I imagine there's variation across Christianity as there is in anything else.

I don't recall my (Evangelical) church using the nouns "heresy" or "heretic", though certainly some theological positions were "heretical", adjective. "Heretical" meant a more sinister kind of Doing Christianity Wrong than mere "cultural Christianity", however; "heretical" was believing wrong things about Jesus, like the Jehovah's Witnesses or the Mormons.

"Cultural Christianity" was part of a broader, less evil range of Doing Christianity Wrong which we called "lukewarm Christianity". Lukewarm Christians might really believe in God and Jesus and everything; they might believe all the right things about God and Jesus; they might even actually have been Saved at some point; but they no longer made God a priority in their lives. But "lukewarm" also included people who didn't believe in the Bible and only went to church at Christmas and Easter and for weddings and funerals. Those people were rumoured to call themselves "cultural Christians".

We tutted and shook our heads. Cultural Christianity wouldn't save you from Hell.

I can't express enough how firmly it was drummed into our heads, at Sunday School and at Christian summer camp and in all the material given to us to take home from both, that imitating Christians doesn't make you a Christian. You had to believe the right things about God and Jesus and the Bible, but that belief, while necessary, was not sufficient; you also had to repent of your sin and make a personal commitment to Jesus in your heart and soul.

And, just to reiterate; in the eternal scheme of things, the only difference between people that really mattered was the difference between Christians and non-Christians. Christians go to Heaven; non-Christians go to Hell.

To leave Christianity and stop believing in God was to fall from Heaven to Hell.

I don't now have a problem with being called a "cultural Christian" -- perhaps ironically precisely because, in my upbringing, it meant someone we didn't consider a Christian at all. I still celebrate Easter and Christmas with my family; I actually find I have more respect for Jesus of Nazareth now I think he was just some guy doing his best who's been lied about than when I thought he was God Almighty; I can quote Bible passages and often get old church songs stuck in my head.

But I can easily see why someone who's being told by their community of origin that they're no longer a Christian and going to Hell, would baulk at then being told by the wider community that they're still too Christian in some sense they can't quite get their head around.

Now I've typed the word "Christian" so many times it's starting to stop meaning anything.

I think maybe the reason the term “culturally Christian” is jarring for some people is that as Jews we come at this from the understanding that there are Jews who are straight up atheist and still do a lot of Jewish culture things, and a lot of the time we don’t use belief as a measuring stick for how Jewish you are because all of us are part of the nation no matter what. Meanwhile, the amount of Christian you are seems to be a function of how much you believe. So to us, describing something as “culturally Christian” doesn’t imply belief. But to them, since Christian culture is the default, the primary way to be Christian is to believe, so if we are calling them in any way Christian, we must be thinking that they believe.

[thewertsearch]

GT: Man where IS he anyway??? GT: Is he taking one of his legendary infinite showers? TT: What can I say. TT: Dude fancies his ablutions.

We've already had an early-bird Roxy cameo, but Bro's certainly taking his sweet time.

I don't think this is actually the case, but it'd be pretty interesting if the original Kid Bro was already dead, and his AI duplicate was the 'real' Player all along. (He'd wield the Mind Aspect, obviously.)

GT: But seriously that brobot has been the bane of my existence ever since you sent it.

You as in the Responder, or you as in Kid Bro? The former is constantly posing as the latter, so it'd be pretty easy to mix them up. We really do need to get this guy his own account...

TT: I didn't send it. I sent the parts. TT: Or, correction, DS sent them.

...especially since even he's prone to blurring the lines between the two.

The question of whether he 'is' Bro is kind of debatable - but philosophy aside, viewing yourself as a shadow of someone else simply isn't good for your mental health.

GT: When hes pulling punches… GT: And taking it all easy and such… GT: And we start wrestling up a storm and whatnot… GT: Umm. TT: What. GT: Its just that the whole proceeding seems to become… GT: A bit tender for my liking.

Translation: The AR has a crush on Jake, and the only way he can express these feelings is through homoerotic combat. He can't even touch Jake, so he just sends a robot to kick his ass, and tries to live vicariously through the intricate rituals that ensue - but he'll never actually touch his skin.

...damn. This guy's getting very tragic, very fast.

TT: What does the guy have to do, Jake? TT: You want to wrestle. He's fucking game. Just a man, a machine, a secluded tropical island. Sounds like you died and went to fucking heaven, if you ask me. TT: Seriously, what does this simple, loyal brobot have to do to prove his worth to you?

Oh, you are down catastrophic, aren't you?

This... this is a disaster waiting to happen. None of this is going to go anything close to well.

TT: If the brobot's Novice setting makes you uneasy, I'm going to disable it remotely. TT: Done.

What, no!

Don't turn off the gay switch, dude! We can solve this!

Ok if he wants happy hunting you will GIVE him happy hunting. HAPPILY.

I absolutely love this expression - mostly because, despite their shared looks, you could never imagine John giving this energy.

This mood is completely unique to Jake English, and it's great.

[connorsui]

For without you... there's nothing

• All LADS Men x reader

He was unlike any other man, for his love was a force that defied reason, propriety, and the fragile order of the world. In his heart, there was no room for moderation or restraint where you were concerned. It was not a love that flourished in the quiet gardens of conventional affection, but one that burned with the intensity of a consuming fire, a love that would unmake the world if it dared to threaten you.

There was a certain desperation in the way his gaze lingered on you, as though the mere sight of you was both his salvation and his undoing. He could not look away, for to do so felt like a betrayal of the devotion he carried so earnestly. His every thought, his every breath, centered upon you, and when he beheld you, tears glistening like dew upon your cheeks, your whispered confession of love trembling in the air between you, it was as though the universe itself paused to bear witness to his devotion.

To lose you, even in the faintest imagining, was a prospect so unbearable that it eclipsed all rational thought. For what, he mused, was the value of the world, of all its fleeting splendors, if you were not in it? Such musings were not madness, nor folly, but the most profound truth he had ever known. You were his compass, his sanctuary, his divine purpose.

Were the heavens to collapse or the earth to crumble beneath his feet, it would not matter, so long as you were at his side. Indeed, the destruction of all creation would seem a trifle if it meant securing your safety. In you, he found the very essence of existence, a sanctity that rendered the rest of life’s concerns trivial by comparison.

And so, when his lips met yours, it was not merely a kiss...it was a vow. It was the silent pledge of a man who had forsaken all else for the one thing that truly mattered. His hands, trembling with the weight of his emotions, cradled your face with a tenderness that belied the ferocity of his feelings. His heart swelled with the knowledge that you were his, even as the world beyond burned in inconsequence.

He was well aware that his love was neither balanced nor tempered by reason. It was a love that bordered on the unrighteous, that flouted the dictates of morality and sense. But how could he repent of it when it was as much a part of him as the air he breathed? If to love you so utterly was to fail, then he would fail gladly, for to love you less would be to deny the very essence of his being.

For you, he would forsake the sun, the stars, and the very heavens. And as his forehead pressed to yours, his voice a reverent murmur, he made his promise anew: you were his world, his life, his everything, and he would let all else burn before he let you go.

[writingroom21]

Stepbro Rafe talking you through it

A/N: Finally feeling better and was so excited when I saw this! Got me in the writing mood so fast

“Rafe.” A moan slips past your lips. His eyes flick up to look at you. The sun casting a glow behind you causes him to squint his eyes from the intensity. He hums around your clit as he keeps sucking it. 

Today was a hot day in Outer Banks and Rafe thought it was a good idea to take out the boat. The idea was posed as a bonding activity for the two of you since your mom and his dad keep hounding you. They think that since the two of you are step-siblings that you need to get along. Well this probably isn’t how they imagined it but it was one hell of a way to do it.

The moment the boat was far enough that no one could see, he was on you. “They want us to get along. I think I got the perfect thing for us to do.” Your shorts were tossed aside and your bikini bottoms were pushed to the side. Even though you were reluctant, your thighs spread open for him. His tongue teased your folds before he dived in like a man starved. “Fuck baby, taste like heaven.” You let out a moan at his words, moving your hips. The friction from his tongue as you glide your hips to match his pace.

“If I had a last meal it would be this pretty pussy. Look at how she drools for me.” Rafe takes a moment to stare at your folds, catching the way you clench around nothing. His right hand moves up the inside of your thigh. Placing his thumb on your clit, he moves in soft circles. The barely there touch short circuits your brain. All of the worries of someone catching you dying down in the back of your brain. “Rafe, I.”

When your words are cut off with a moan Rafe laughs. He audibly laughs in your face as you can’t help but to moan. “It’s okay princess. Feels good right?” You can hear the ruffling of his pants as he pulls them down. Using his left hand he lazily jerks himself off as he fingers you. “Mmmm.” Light kisses are placed on your lower abdomen trailing all the way down to your clit again. The combination of his fingers and lips could be lethal.

“I can feel you squeezing the shit out of me.” He hissed as he pulled his fingers out again. Kneeling between your legs he replaces his fingers with his cock. Your walls flutter around him violently as he pushes his way in. Resting his forehead on your shoulder he takes a deep breath in trying not to cum. His thumb strokes your clit, building up the orgasim that keeps refusing to happen. “Just relax princess, let me take care of you.”

Slowly he thrusts into you. It’s a steady slow pace so you can feel every inch of him. The boat rocks with each movement. The sound of water splashing along the sides fills your ears as a tingle forms in your lower abdomen. “That’s it.” Rafe murmurs along your skin. His teeth sink into your skin as he holds back his moans. He wants to hear you, feel you, know that he’s the one who broke you. “Feel so fucking good. Your pussy keeps pulling me back in.” A loud moan comes from you.

A smile spreads across his face and he moves into your view so you can see. Holding your cheeks, he forces you to look at him. “Eyes on me princess. You like it when I use you right?” He uses his grip to nod your head as you moan. “I know you do. Like knowing that your stepbrother is the only one who could fuck you properly.” You clench hard around but still you teeter on the edge of an orgasim.

“I wonder what your mom would say seeing how much of a whore you are. Practically begging me to knock you up.” Your whole body goes numb as your orgasim racks through you. Moans keep falling from your lips as the pleasure feels never ending. “There you go. Did such a good job for me.” You wrap your arms around him as he keeps thrusting into you. Each thrust prolongs your orgasim until you are jelly in his arms.

“That’s it, relax. I got you.” His hand pushes some hair away from your face and he places a kiss on your forehead. “Fuck you feel so good. I’m about to cum.” A few more thrust and he’s pulling out. Ropes of his cum covers your skin and he massages it in. “Don’t worry next time, I’ll fill you up.” A finger soaked in cum makes its way back inside you. A small part of him is satisfied that he got you to break and now there’s a piece of him left behind.

Taglist : @rafedaddy01 @rrafeswhore @10ava01 @selfcontollover07 @akobx @starkeysbebe

[py-dreamer]

ngl, only and I mean the ONLY way I can see 'smart Macaque and dumb Wukong' is like a crouching moron, hidden badass kinda situation.

Like, as far as I've seen, Wukong is more chill and relaxed but a lot of the time, he has a plan.

His impulsiveness draws him back yes, but like his plans were mostly self-sacrificial (think Samahdi fire, Lady Bone demon, Spider Queen) OR he was purposefully hanging back as a learning opportunity for Mk.

Again, referencing the mythos, he was able to outwit even gods and demons, that's how a lot of the time he beat them. Like he was the brawn of the group yes, but those damn demons knew that. They had countermeasures to trick him and flee and in turn he had to be even craftier to outsmart them.

Besides, in modern day with the samahdi fire for example, who could he really rely on?

Mk he could trust yes, but at the same time, we've seen the damage LBD can cause and I can understand Wukong just feeling he just wasn't ready yet. Not to mention, lack of experience and knowledge on who amongst the celestial/demon peeps were trustworthy or not

The monkie gang he barely knew at the time consisted of: An inexperienced dragon who too was extremely impulsive, a chef, a HUMAN, and a pacifist. And again, lack of experience.

Macaque, let's be real is out of the question. Mans tried to kill basically every one of the monkie kids at least once.

Nezha? Too uptight about his job, let's be real. And I can't imagine that Nezha knowing and possibly reporting the shenaniganary to the heavens and letting them know that Wukong's up and running around again would be any good.

DBK, absolutely not. And the pilgrims are Kaput. Besides mans has probably been solo for a good couple millenia so i imagine its hard to settle into the rhythm of a team unit again.

Honestly, him laying on the down low seems pretty solid. If he dove in every time to save Mk, it would paint an even bigger target on the kid's back and he'd never learn to defend himself.

So honestly, him pretending to be 'dumber' makes sense if only to keep cover to protect himself, his mentee ect and also cope with going solo for thousands of years.

A predator can camoflage themselves in plain sight after all.

Macaque in my opinion is more like, flawed philosophy but uses big words to make himself seem smart.

He ain't dumb, but he damn sure is a hypocrite at times and we've seen his theatrical personality that he likes to use these flowery words and vague analogies (ie shadow play)

So like Mac, uses his theatrics to make himself seem like he poses a bigger threat so as to deter others.

In basic terms, they both have the power but generally:

Wukong is less bark, mostly bite

Macaque is more bark, less bite

(and I mean how they present their intelligence level, they both act all high and mighty but I think that there's a bit more under the surface than that stone monkey reveals)

This will sound kinda rude but I think alot of people in the fandom don't understand macaque character so they just give him some of wukong character aspects without realising it like for example:

-pif being macaque sworn sister when she's literally wukong sister in law and she was from heaven so it doesn't make sense that macaque would be her friend especially In the brotherhood time line

-being a good mentor like I know macaque isn't "evil" anymore but can we not ignore s1 ep 9 he literally just hurted mk and traumatized him on purpose while wukong isn't perfect he's ten times better

-being more independent/nonchalant like seriously? the guy who couldn't stop obsessing over his ex best friend for centuries when wukong was literally the one who didn't give macaque that much thought at all unless he hurt mk

-being the smartest one like no you can't tell me that wukong the one who was alive for centuries that knew codding perfectly and have knowledge about medicine isn't the smartest he's just impulsive and macaque isn't

And there so many more but these are the ones I see more often I feel like macaque mischaracterize is just rotted in projection but people have to understand that this thing isn't macaque it's literally wukong you're just taking wukong positive characters traits and give it to macaque just mischaracterizing both of them now I'm not saying that macaque is awful because he isn't he have alot of personality but people ignore it for some reason just to make him a saint and to water down wukong

[lisannastraussisanangel]

Do you have any darker/sadder fairy tail headcanons?

(Trigger Warnings for Homophobia and Suicide)

Some of mine include:

The Strauss’s parents are still alive, but they were part of the crowd that turned on Mira. Elfman and Lisanna ran away to stay with her.

Fried was raised in a high society family, but was disowned after coming out to them.

Gray did attempt suicide once when he was a teenager. A few months later when Lisanna “died”, he saw what that did to everyone else in the guild and swore to never try it again. It took something as extreme as what happened on Galuna to push him past that edge again.

Like Medusa, Evergreen’s stone eyes were actually a curse. She hated herself for them until she met Fried and Bickslow and saw what they could do with their eye magic.

I'm a big fan of sad/dark headcanons. I really like those! Especially the Strauss one. Imagine the parents being the first to turn on them and the heartbreak they went through

Let's see what I can come up with...

Dark themes below

As much as Erza tries, she hasn't fully forgiven Jellal. Sometimes she'll have flashbacks to what he did while their alone and has to fight it down. She loves him and trusts him, but part of her will always fear him (he's noticed these random moments and it kills him)

Similarly, Lisanna flinches when Elfman lifts his hands. Everytime she thinks he's going to hit her like he did all those years ago. At first it was just when he was using his takeover but now it's all the time. She doesn't know why it's getting worse

Juvia was sexually abused when she first joined Phantom Lord. She trained hard to protect herself and that's how she became S-Class. It was all about survival

Natsu self harms. He doesn't realize he's doing it because it's not the 'usual' methods. One of the main things he does is shred his skin with his nails/claws. He plays it off as training injuries

A lot of the women cannot have children or have really hard pregnancies because of all the injuries they've sustained. Specifically Juvia, Erza, Kagura, and Ultear cannot have kids. Levy, Lucy, Minerva, and Kinana would have very complicated pregnancies

All of the children of the tower of heaven have a hard time taking jobs that require construction. The PTSD of being slaves will never leave them. A lot of them actually can't do any building at all without having breakdowns. (This is why Erza takes on a leader role when rebuilding the guild. She wants it done as fast as possible to minimize the chance of having an episode)

Wendy's fear of abandonment is way worse than she lets on. She has nightmares constantly about the entire guild disappearing again, her friends dying, or worse. When people go on long jobs, she often gets antsy and needs to be reminded that they will return and are safe. Carla can barely leave her side most days

[autism-autobot]

I want to see more of Wukong interacting with the general public of heaven and surprising them more and more with how wrong they were in their assumptions of his character. Like I can imagine the plumhill boys and/or peach madens wanting to hang out with him again and setting up a picnic in one of the public gardens just to run into some nasty noble or smth. I like to think that besides the Havoc itself, the peach madens were actually pretty cool with their little monkey boy, bonus points if they called him baby brother or considered him One Of The Girls(tm) since if I remember correctly the jade emperor had no sons therefore the peach madens had no brothers but then one day this funky, clever little monkey dude was given the same job as them with a fancy title and they're like "Aw this ones ours now🍑❤️🧡💛💚💙💜" wukong is just so "Please like and adopt me, idk what I'm doing" coded even if he is competent and self sustaining, he's just so cute, look at his little face!

- @fruit-fight 💜

"How can anyone hate him? He's just a little guy!" - A Peach Maden

"Well, you see, he *lore dumps about Wukong*" - Celestial Soldier

"AND???!!!" - Other Peach Maden

To them, he is very much one of the girls. Wukong is very happy they still feel that way about him.

~~~

Nezha brought Wukong to a café in the Celestial Realm one gentle morning. Sun Wukong had been slowly getting more used to using mobility devices in public. They were chatting while Wukong sat in the rollator anxious about his surroundings. He hadn't made many public appearances at this point and was concerned with how the other celestials who noticed him felt about his presence, especially in his current condition.

An elderly woman entered the café with who appeared to be a descendant of hers and just... stared at Wukong. Deer in the headlights kind of look. The young man only took a quick glance before turning to his elder.

"Grandmother, there's no line."

"Whatever is Nezha doing with that thing?"

"Grandmother, he's a monkey, not a thing. And I'm certain the Marshall has a good reason for the company."

"Hmm.... I'll go ask him."

"WAIT, GRANDMA NO!!!"

Wukong ducked his head and awaited the inevitable. Nezha noticed and scooted into a more protective position next to him.

'Grandma' bombarded Nezha with a million different questions about Wukong. Nezha answered her patiently, not wanting any trouble. Her grandson looked embarrassed.

Luckily, the grandmother seemed content with Nezha's answers and walked away when finished. The grandson apologized profusely for his grandmother's behavior.

Twentyish minutes later, the grandmother returned and placed a cookie in front of Wukong and pinched his cheek.

"Now, you keep being a good boy and get well soon. Alright, dear?"

"Yes, ma'am. I will."

~~~

Nezha had dropped Wukong off at the Demon Bull Family's place while he went to another boring meeting. As usual, he eavesdroped on the other celestials while he waited for things to get started.

The rumors were different than normal.

"Did you hear that The Monkey King is sick? The poor thing!"

"Wukong's living with Nezha now? How sick is that guy? Do you think he'll be okay?"

"You should have seen him in the market the other day, all cozy with his blanket holding onto Nezha! Oh, he's the cutest!"

"I was planning on dropping off some medicine at Nezha's place for Wukong if you wanna come with."

"Gods, I hope that The Monkey King feels better soon. Even my children have been praying for him."

Nezha smiled. These weren't the tones his dearest friend was usually spoken about with. It was a nice change. If only Wukong had heard it himself.

Masterpost

[silent-sanctum]

Hold up! It's Aquarius season. It's his birthday season but I've got some more Dadtaro & Smolyne thoughts I need to share.

Because while I did say in a previous post that Jolyne would definitely be a "Papa's Girl" if Jotaro was a present father, you don't understand the exact vision of it: This tall, stoic man doing his work but the second his little girl calls out for him, that stoicism melts away and is replaced with pure fondness when he pays her attention.

I watched clips from this show called "The Glory" and holy shit when I tell you... the way this guy loves his stepdaughter is exactly how I envisioned Jotaro treating Jolyne if he was around her the whole time.

LIKE HEAR ME OUT AND WATCH:

(Side tangent, but you can't tell me this man doesn't give off 4taro vibes. The professional aura, the slicked clean cut hair, the long coats. Like, come on now. The actor is 44, so my brainrot is screaming this is how 6taro would look if he maintained the Part 4 vibes.)

Imagine these scenes happening similarly somewhere after Eyes of Heaven, where Jotaro resets the timeline to where he's able to spend more time with Jolyne wanting to be a better father for her: He brings her to work, he attends her school events, he picks her up from school etc.

"It's okay if you can't go... I like you when you're busy too..." "..." "No. Of course, I'm going to go, even if I'm busy."

The part where the little girl cries as she runs to him, just imagine it's Jotaro actually coming home from a year of him dealing with Stand users, busy overseas away from home, and Jolyne is starting to wonder if him being away is her fault.

But when he returns to his daughter, he lifts her in his arms, and says what the man says in the clip after she feels guilty:

"You have nothing to be sorry for... Nothing that's happening right now is because of you... This isn't your fault. Do you understand?" "Papa..."

Also to THOSE people in the community who say "But Jotaro is too emotionless to be that empathet-" NO. He has difficulty processing and expressing emotions, but he still has them. He cares for his family even if he's shit at it. He's not a fucking psychopath.

[watchingwisteria]

aziraphale, the one who gave the first human exiles his flaming sword as both a source of protection and warmth, who did not look on them as sinners deserving of destruction but people entitled to the best chances possible, has never once looked at crowley, a heavenly exile, with anything other than compassion and a desire to protect. from their first meeting, he never wanted anything bad to happen to him. when crowley slithers up to him in eden, he treats him like an equal rather than an adversary. when crowley appears, his eyes fill with love and excitement, his gaze turns soft and hesitant, his whole body seizes with joy of seeing him. crowley might typically the one to seek him out, but aziraphale has always welcomed him home.

[puppppppppy]

(guy who has never played cotl) haha au time

[matchstique]

A little submission for @/theastroghost ‘s dtiys! This was a nice to do to decompress, thanks for puttin it out there!

[lazycranberrydoodles]

BEEF EEF!!!!!

follow to put more gods into cute outfits 🌸

[potatosaresweet]

yall know that one political opponment of caesar who called him ''the husband of all women and wife of all men''? this is how i feel about pei ming

[dizzybizz]

😀 i love setting out to draw 1 character multiple times but ending up drawing multiple characters 1 time instead 😀 i love it so much 😀

[yeyayeya]

Will forever be mad that MXTX dropped the fact that Hua Cheng had a female form and refused to elaborate

[thetarttfuldickhead]

As much as I love the notion of Roy as the reluctant but resolute resident Jamie Tartt Caretaker (duties include: cuddling, Special [and sometimes insane] Rules just for Jamie, loving concern disguised as shouting, and thoughtful nodding while wondering what the hell Jamie is on about) I’m growing increasingly amused by the idea of Jamie as the team’s official Roy Kent Whisperer, now that Ted’s clicked his heels three times and fucked off to Kansas.

Say Roy’s in a mysterious foul mood and running everyone ragged to the point where even the tying together of dicks starts to seem reasonable? The team turns to Jamie: “The fuck’s going on with Coach?” 

Jamie shrugs and makes one of his exceedingly expressive faces. “I don’t know, I didn’t do nothing.” 

Isaac’s eyeing him like he maybe doesn’t believe that. “Well, you need to talk to him. Figure out what’s going on before he fucking kills us.”

Jamie makes another face, scoffs maybe, partly because uh you think this is bad you wouldn’t survive a single one-on-one training session with him, and partly because he’s still a little contrary at times and also doesn’t like getting saddled with things. “Um, why me?” he demands. “You’re the captain.” 

Isaac is unmoved. “Yeah, well, and as your captain, I’m telling you to go talk to Coach.” Off a nudge from Colin, he adds: “Please.”

“Yeah, come on, boyo,” Colin adds. “You and Roy have this whole thing, he’ll listen to you, mate.”

And that’s true, innit, and the thought of that cheers Jamie up considerably, so yeah, sure, he’ll talk to Roy, don’t worry about it, lads.

Jamie’s many and varied tactics for getting Roy to open up ranges from point blank asking what’s going on and refusing to stop making empathic faces until Roy tells him, to cunningly sharing something vulnerable about himself in the hopes that Roy will reprociate, or having Roy join him for some sort of activity designed to eventually lower Roy’s guard, or following Roy around and being obnoxiously cheerful until Roy gives in from sheer exhaustion (and also, but secretly, from being a little bit soothed by Jamie’s happy presence). The whole process usually involved Roy telling him to fuck off at least thrice and possibly the repeated slamming of doors, but Jamie’s nothing but tenacious and in the end he always gets his man. With time and Roy’s continued sessions with Dr. Sharon the need for this sort of intervention becomes rarer and rarer – but when the call comes, Jamie is ready! 

(Having Jamie be the spokeperson when it come to special requests is a bit of a gamble, though, because a lot of the time Roy is actually far more likely to say no to him than to anyone else. And, of course, any concerns not tied to Roy being in a mysterious foul and/or weird mood that needs particular handling, is sorted by Isaac, who takes his duties as captain very seriously.)