#nate rambles to the court

[snooziangel]

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i’m making a new pinned post bc while i post art on this acc i don’t think people can find it (i love reblogging things)

here are the tags to look up for art i’ve done!

#my art , #nats calla lillies , #nate rambles to the court

!!! i hope this helps anyone who comes here for art !!!

[nateslehky]

maybe one day i'll write the pick up basketball au that's been floating around in the back of my brain for a while

[queerwheels]

I’ve been thinking about Roy not coaching Jamie. This post got incredibly long and rambly. Also possibly some Ted Lasso spoilers if you haven't watched all 3 seasons?

It’d be easy to conclude that he’s not coaching Jamie initially because he’s still mad at his previous behavior. Jamie was an asshole and did a lot of shitty things. And Roy isn’t exactly great at processing his anger. I mean he’s learning but he’s in the messy middle of it. So, we could conclude that Roy initially declines coaching Jamie because he’s holding a grudge.

Plus, we know Roy enjoys a good power play. (Like they literally did kink stuff in the hallway, what even? Lmao) So maybe he’s using his new coaching position to hold a grudge against Jamie, and power play.

But I don’t think that’s it. Or at least, not fully why.

By the point Roy becomes a coach, he deeply respects Ted. Maybe begrudgingly, maybe he never admits it out loud, but Roy Kent deeply respects Ted.

Not necessarily due to any football specific wisdom of Ted’s. But Roy is a heart player. As a heart player myself, we tend to be deeply loyal to coaches, if we respect them. By the time Roy is a coach, Ted has his respect.

Ted heard their feedback about the showers, and got the pressure fixed asap. Ted admits when he doesn’t know something and defers to those who do know without making anyone lesser. He is the epitome of treat the janitor with as much respect as anyone else. While Ted won’t outright stop the bullying of Nate, he shows him respect in other ways. He’s strategic and understands people. He’s someone that respects Roy, respects the team, as individuals and as a unit. Ted is someone who Roy can be vulnerable with. Where else does Roy have that?

Ted sees Roy. Ted knows Roy’s heart is in the right place. Ted definitely knows that Roy is a heart player. Heck, all of the fans know that Roy is a heart player, we hear it in their chant for him. “He’s here, he’s there, he’s every fucking where.”

(He’s not actually everywhere. It’s impossible to be everywhere. We know that.) But Roy knows what’s needed in various situations, and he’s self-aware enough to know his strengths; to know when he needs to be where and how to get there effectively in the time he has.

It reminds me of when I was playing wheelchair basketball. On the surface, wheelchair basketball is pretty similar to standing basketball. But below the surface, you need to be a lot more spatially aware of things, due to the nature of wheelchairs taking up more space than someone standing. You need to be aware of how much space you take up, what spaces your chair can and can’t fit into, your speed, speed of others,  angles, etc. One of my coaches, who was a Paralympian wheelchair basketball player, frequently said, “sometimes the best thing you can do is to give up a few feet (of space on the floor) in order to not let the shot be uncontested.” He is a heart player too.

My maximum speed on the court is fast enough, but it’s still significantly slower than a lot of ppl. A person who plays only on their talent might look at that and be like “they’re faster than me, so I can’t guard them.” But as a heart player, I dug in and learned how to be where I needed to be to guard them to the best of my ability. Even if it meant giving up ¾ of the court space available on a fast break, 8/10 times I’d still get there either for the defense or the foul instead of an uncontested shot.

Roy plays the same way. But you don’t get that kind of understanding and such consistent implementation of it unless you put in extra effort, maybe hours upon hours pouring over film, taking coaches constructive criticisms seriously, putting extra time in. What Roy lacks as a player, or loses in his age, he makes up for with his passion, and his understanding of what’s needed. He isn’t always able to get there but he’s damn well going to give his all or die trying.

What does all this have to do with Roy not coaching Jamie? (And then also when Roy is coaching Jamie)

Roy understands that Jamie being a prick is a strength, when it’s aimed at the other team. (But Roy also has lots of experience w/ Jamie being a prick to his own teammates. It’d be easy for Roy to conclude something like, “Sure, Jamie looks like he’s changing but what if I tell him to be a prick and he is a bully again?”)

Roy respects Ted and knows that Ted has been pushing Jamie to be a team player.

Roy is strategic. He sees things and he understands what pieces work best where.

(my guess is that Ted especially has Roy’s respect and gratitude for bringing him back to the game he loves, to feeling alive again. Especially after being forcibly retired from what he’s loved for most of his life, due to his knee giving out. Who is Roy Kent when he’s not around football? Does he even know anymore? That leaves a lot A LOT  of room for depression, despair, anger. Roy had to be somewhat forced into the pundit thing by Keeley, and then again nudged by Ted asking. Ted still leaving the ticket for him even after Roy rejected his ask/offer initially.) Roy feels seen by Ted.

When he doesn’t care about someone with that deep respect, he’ll tell them exactly what he thinks. Especially if they ask or needle him. But this coaching gig, and feeling alive again, that’s still newish when he’s refusing to coach Jamie. What if he’s afraid that criticizing Ted’s thought of getting Jamie to be a team player could make that all disappear again?

Thus we have: Roy coaching the team. But just not coaching Jamie. Until Jamie asks again and again. Until Ted agrees with Jamie and asks too. And Roy can finally believe that that specific piece of feedback is actually wanted, and/or just gets to the point of fuck it.

Bonus, Jamie repeatedly asking Roy for coaching is where we start getting to see that Jamie is also a heart player. It’s just previously been hidden behind his talent and his cockiness. But you don’t agree to 4 am workouts unless you’re a heart player.

Also I know Roy said whatever about 4 am being an opportune time. But I think that also comes down to Roy being a heart player. As a professional footballer, their practices are intense. When you’re doing multiple workouts a day, the body needs time in-between workouts to rest, to eat, etc, in order for it to be sustainable at all. My guess is that 4 am was chosen b/c of Roy’s history of having figured out that that was a time when he could  get the extra workout in, while also letting his body rest before the team practice, and still get everything done that he needed to, as well as get sleep.

[taylorhawkins]

Hammer Of The Nice, Ordinary Guys

originally for CMJ New Music Monthly, 1997

"Pat and I were into the same exact kind of music," Taylor says--Queen, Pink Floyd, the Police. "It was like having a big sister in the band." Mentioning the Police has triggered something in his head, and he starts playing the drum part to "Next To You" on his legs. "I took the beating for being the new kid for so long," Taylor continues. "'New guy!'"

A snapshot of the Foo Fighters' dressing room: 20 bottles of spring water, 8 bottles of Perrier, a cooler full of soda, Snapple and iced tea, a cooler full of beer (including microbrews), two bottles of merlot, two giant bottles of IBC root beer, three loaves of French bread, several other varieties of bread, pitas, crackers, chips and picante sauce, coffee with sugar, cream and lemons on the side, granola bars, bite-size candy bars, a big stack of towels (one of which Pete is ripping up), a bowl of fresh fruit, another bowl of fresh berries, a few varieties of gum, and a hanging basket in the shape of a bull's head. This last is not in the band's contract, and Taylor is trying to figure out how to wear it.

Note that all this is not dinner--just backstage snack material. (At the end of the night, Pete hijacks a lot of what's left for the tour bus.) For dinner, there's surprisingly good catering--teriyaki chicken, rice, various vegetable and tofu things. As people eat, Taylor is drumming on the table--he eats a bit, then heads up to the drum riser to play some more. There's a Nick Cave tape playing over the PA, which doesn't stop him from taking a crack at "When The Levee Breaks" before the audience starts arriving.

Back in the dressing room, guitar tech Earnie "Guitar" Bailey (everyone says that's legally his middle name) is holding court, telling Nirvana stories--he started touring with them in early '92. After Nirvana ended, he and his wife had a restaurant in Seattle for a year; he sold it, figuring he'd take it easy for a while. And promptly got a call from Dave: "'I'm going on the road next week, wanna come?'"

Dave bursts through the dressing room, wearing a skull mask for no apparent reason and grabbing everyone in his path. Franz, paging through the tour itinerary, looks up: "Dave, why are we going to Sweden in November?"

"Because we need to rock, man! We need to fuckin' rock!" And out he goes.

Earnie, unfazed by the interruption, continues. "It's been interesting watching Dave growing into being the ringleader. At first, he wasn't used to calling all the shots--being the charming frontman. Now he's hilarious when he starts rambling on stage... I wish he'd be the same guy on stage he is on the bus.

"I think the second record's a lot more personal--"

Dave suddenly walks back into the room. Earnie pretends he doesn't notice, and raises his voice a bit: "Of course, the main thing about Dave is to never turn your back on him--he'll fuck you over in a second."

Smirking, Dave attempts to change the subject. "I had these breakfast burritos--for breakfast--"

Taylor interrupts: "Seeing as how they're breakfast burritos--"

Dave whacks him, and the room abruptly degenerates into everyone trying to toss candy-bars and fruit into the bull's-head basket. Then Taylor starts drumming again, this time on the bottles on the food table.

An hour or so later, various Foos and friends are watching the opening band, Verbena, doing their very loud Stones-via-Royal Trux thing on stage. Dave is really getting into them. Franz, backstage, is quizzically examining a box of ginseng that a "runner" has retrieved for the band. Nate, who's been missing for the past few hours, comes back with two huge bags of clothes; he's got a bad toothache and isn't talking much, so he pretty much keeps to himself. Taylor is in the dressing-room bathroom, drumming on the fixtures. He's liking Verbena. "They sound kinda like Nirvana! Bleach!"

By 8:30, the band are finally all in the same room. Let's just say drumsticks are a dangerous thing to have in a dressing room. Dave eventually starts doing a little rhythmic exercise on the wastebasket; Taylor joins him, on the other side of the basket. This, it turns out, is a nightly ritual, a drill to focus their concentration. There are two drummers in this band.

Showtime. The hall, we later find out, is about 3/4 full, but it sure looks fully occupied. They start out the set with both Taylor and Dave playing drums; after a minute, Dave switches to guitar, they go into "This Is A Call," and we get to see the results of all that ginseng. Everybody's leaping around the stage like crazy for the hour-plus set. They do a new one, called "The Colour And The Shape," a fast, Pixies-ish thrasher; they do most of the hits (though not "Big Me"). But the big cheers are for "Everlong." "You get that just right," Nate said earlier, "it's kind of orgasmic, really. It's amazing when it really comes together." In fact, everything comes together--not bad for this lineup's third show.

Nate, on The Colour And The Shape: "It's almost like a concept record, some people say--the lyrics were all written at one period in Dave's life, and they really reflect well what was going on in Dave's life."

Dave's perspective: "Writing lyrics, you're taking something completely intimate and turning it into something completely not-intimate."

Taylor, on Dave: "Do not compliment him. He can't take a compliment."

As it turns out, Taylor isn't even as much of a party animal as all that. As everyone gets onto the tour bus the next morning, Gus asks him what happened with the two women he'd been flirting with at Emo's. "Left 'em there, went back to the hotel, went to sleep."

The inside of the tour bus basically looks like a nice hotel room itself: tasteful curtains, a little couch-and-table setup, a ceiling mirror, a kitchenette with a coffee machine, a set of bunks for people to sleep in (stacked three-high). There's a stereo/VCR in front, another in back. Texas passes by outside. Taylor is up front, chatting with congenial driver Larry Ellis and singing snatches of "Billie Jean." Dave is chatting with Gus: "Did I tell you I found out I ripped off a Def Leppard song? That song 'Hysteria' and 'Everlong.' It's got a line 'breathe out so I can breathe you in.'"

A dialogue:

Gus: Do you guys want to go to Pensacola on your day off and go to the beach?

Dave: Fuck off.

Taylor: Day off after what?

Gus: Read your itinerary!

Taylor: Dude, I wanna go jet-skiin'!

Franz: In the rain?

Taylor: Oh, dude!

Skeeter Thompson, the old bass player of Scream, is coming in from Little Rock tonight--"Scream reunion!" There's some concern over the number of tickets the Dallas show tonight has sold: 1400 for a 3200-capacity venue. The Stones, Gus is quick to remind the band, have only sold 12,000 tickets for a show with Smashing Pumpkins opening, though, so it's not that big a deal. Things are tough all over. The album's down a notch in the charts this week, but there are five big debuts that came in above it--it's actually sold more copies this week than last. Eventually, almost everyone heads back to catch some Z's; Pete stays up front to watch Short Cuts on the VCR.

When the bus pulls into the Bronco Bowl, the converted former bowling alley they'll be playing in Dallas, it's just about soundcheck time, which means, since they're still teaching Franz the songs, that it's time to learn "Big Me." That's basic enough, so they follow up with an Angry Samoans cover that Taylor's never heard either--it's a little weird watching him figure out how to play hardcore. Dave demonstrates the drum break by waving his arms in the air. Taylor has an idea for a slight change in the arrangement of "This Is A Call," so they try it a couple of different ways.

"I don't know if we should do that at the end of every verse," Dave says.

"I think it fucking sucks," Taylor declares, and that's the end of that.

x

[snooziangel]

“yeah, but i was supposed to be a girl god just fucked up” - imu

”yeah, i was supposed to be a boy just some things went wrong when jet black wings entere- ” -kaidou

”i don’t really care all that much” -saiki

[cookiesandkatanas]

some notes i made on my google doc, shared here without context

all fae can more or less sense magic if they try, and nano was in the back sorting ingredients from most magically potent to least, so she was already tuning into the magic around her. when will walks into somewhere its like someone turning on an led light in your face. its very memorable, which is why shes able to pin him so quickly. untrained sorcerers are like this before they learn to stop bleeding magic into their environment, but Will is especially bad because hes got a lot of raw power. Will has been in the city 4-6 weeks at this point, his first 2 settling in at home and applying for apprenticeships and jobs online, the next 2 being laid up because of solstice, and then a week or two wandering the city. just about every major player has heard of him, and made their starting moves. Why did [secrets]? if he hadnt [secrets], he wouldve landed square in kirin's lap. when nano met him, she immediately told gc, who already knew about him. similarly, kirin also gets reports from his court. Will is big news, but he never really finds out about what an impression he made just by existing.

[pinayelf-archive]

amihan and nate headcanons for the poor? headcanons for the needy?

ahh ty for this haha, I needed an excuse to ramble about their relationship

amihan is very combative so the initial relationship she had with nate was rough lol considering the circumstances

ironically they were very good in combat together - that's how the animosity mellowed out. they relied on each other a lot

nate taught amihan how to swim

nate showed amihan secret passages in the keep that he and Delilah used to hide in as children, cause sometimes amihan needed to get away from the court

amihan taught nate how to make a balm for callouses, which is something morrigan taught her

everyone at the keep and the other wardens refer to them as the pair with no sense of humor lol

nate helped amihan a lot with navigating the court. he also knew a lot of the nobles so amihan always had the upper hand

nate was amihan's first time (I can actually write an essay abt amihan's whole thing with desire and sex and ~andrastian guilt lol)

amihan charmed nate's bow so that he never misses

they became physical after the wardens had a night of singing and merriment and they were basically just flirting the whole time lol

both of them are obviously attracted to each other but it never turned romantic. even after DAI when amihan ends up with alistair she and nate remained very good friends

that being said the two of them definitely hooked up multiple times in the years between awakening and dai

[snooziangel]

mine rn

i love all of them very very very much

We all have that one character we’re in too deep for.

[dismalzelenka]

Day 36

for @the-wip-project

Damn I can't believe we're 36 days in! Wow!

I could wax poetic about a bunch of different angles on this but I'm gonna ramble about spicy stuff today because I've been writing smut all morning so have a cut and some lemon flavored meta and breaking down the different dynamics in the f!handers/nathaniel howe OT3 for The Place Where I Belong! Tagging for discussion of D/s dynamics, pain play, very light verbal teasing beneath the cut. I also briefly touch on age gap and arranged marriage tropes for various AUs.

Almost all of my sexual relationships I write, if they become recurring, end up with some flavor of D/s. It runs the whole spectrum, but there is something very appealing to me about one person taking control and directing the flow of action. I think for me it's largely because I'm bad at interpreting body language cues and struggle in sexual situations where I'm expected to go with the flow without someone explicitly giving me direction or allowing me to take control. So I'm drawn to these dynamics in real life, and thus most of my experience tends to be in that realm.

Anders and Journey are both switches, but their relationship tends to skew towards him being the more dominant one because sex is one of the ways she copes with her anxiety, which sometimes makes her freeze and get really indecisive. He provides her with a sense of safety and this feeling of "I'll catch you no matter what." She's also kind of a pain slut when she's in a subby mood, by which I mean she is REALLY into being spanked and bitten and will let you hella fuck her up. When she's the more dominant one, she's very much a tease. She does things like restraining Anders and not letting him touch her, making him watch while she touches herself, and gently teasing him for how much of a slut he is. She's small but she's also super athletic and really strong, and he's kind of a bean pole, so when she holds his arms down he can't fight her off despite the fact that she's almost a foot shorter than him, and he finds that incredibly fucking arousing.

Nathaniel is probably the most consistently dominant one out of the three of them. He's used to taking charge after being a Warden Captain for ten years, and it's a role that fits his personality well enough that the mantle definitely doesn't always come off with the uniform. Sometimes he leaves the uniform on when they're feeling particularly spicy. With him and Journey though, especially in the beginning, they have this sort of balance beam dynamic where she tries to see what it takes for her to break his control and get him to snap and fuck her without holding back. He's very scared of hurting her at first, until he discovers she's actually very into being tossed around in bed on occasion, and then he slowly discovers he actually really enjoys that too. She's kind of a power bottom with him, especially at first.

Between Anders and Nathaniel, Nate is more often the toppy one in a traditional sense. He loves to fuck Ansers in positions he can see his face, because something about know he's the reason Anders is making those amazing expression really does it for him. Kind of prods his possessive streak a bit I think. Occasionally they swap and Anders tends to be kind of a service top with him on those days, just like super soft "let me show you all the ways I love you" sorts of things.

All three of them are very open to experimentation as well, and then their power dynamics as a triad honestly shift a lot also depending on their individual mental states. That's kind of a common theme across all three of them, sex is a way of communicating a lot of things, so sometimes when one of them is in a shitty headspace the other two like, take care of them, both physically and emotionally. Sexuality is deeply interwoven into their fabric of how all three of them interact and how they reassure each other when one of them is doing poorly. Nathaniel enters the relationship with a lot of insecurity about his place among the three of them. Hawke goes through something later in the story that very very deeply rattles her confidence. Anders eventually has to face a life without Justice in his head. All of these things do affect their dynamics both in and out of the bedroom and affect the sorts of ways in which they choose to take care of one another.

These dynamics are mostly similar across all of the AUs of them I have rattling around in my head, with the addition of one more big thing that I'm looking forward to playing with eventually that isn't as much of a thing in the modern and canon-ish universes:

In both the Wild West and Regency AUs there is an additional element of the person/people with the least societal power having the most control. In the WW AU there's a pretty significant age gap between Journey and the other two, but she definitely has them both wrapped around her finger and there's a huge line of respect for her and a vibe of they love her deeply and would do literally anything for her. A big theme is at first she makes them earn the right to learn her name, and then once they start "courting" her she makes them earn the right to touch her and undress her, and there's never a moment where those boundaries are pushed or violated.

Regency is a little less developed conceptually (they're both outlines in progress) but the idea is similar- she's a noblewoman's daughter in an arranged marriage with Nathaniel, and Anders is the handsome but penniless young rake she's been going out drinking with while disguised as a man. So ultimately she and Anders end up being the ones who call most of the shots, even when Nathaniel might occasionally take charge physically in the bedroom. There's a balance aspect to the idea of the person with the least amount of power having the most control that I really really love and is very satisfying for me to both read and write.

Anyway have I mentioned I love them and they all live rent free in my head forever now 🥰

[the-prince-and-the-smith]

The Ball (Logan POV)

Word Count: 1637

Logan looked around the room at all the dignitaries and members of the court that thronged in the ballroom. Not many people were dancing, most were just standing around and talking. Still, he kept scanning the crowd for the one person he most wanted to see. He knew it was a long shot and that he’d most likely be coming later when he had to talk with the king. Still, Logan kept his eyes trained on the entrances and occasionally the crowd so saw when the doors opened.

Virgil stepped into the room and Logan felt time stop. The smith had cleaned up nicely, wearing a coat of a rich purple. His shirt beneath was just as dark but in a blue hue that almost matched Logan’s own coat. His pants were as black as the coal he worked with. Virgil’s hair was done up as a crown around his head with delicate looking chains weaved into it, little flyaways catching the light and giving him a soft halo.

Logan took a breath and time seemed to start again as Virgil descended the stairs, scanning the room for him. The elder prince briefly looked around the room to lock eyes with his younger brother, finding him deep in conversation with both his suitors, before making his way to meet the Smith at the bottom of the stairs.

Logan smiled as Virgil met him at the bottom. ‘The Master Smith cleans up nice,” he said, trying to hide just how good he thought Virgil looked.

Virgil smiled, looking down slightly. “The coat was made by a customer who had some left over fabric and the shirt is on loan from my neighbor.”

Logan laughed lightly, linking his arm with Virgil’s and gently tugging him deeper into the room. “Well, at least you came.”

Virgil nodded. “That I did.” Still, he seemed slightly nervous as Logan led him to the back wall. There, they were able to stand with their backs to the wall and the floor in front of them. It seemed to calm him down some as he was able to lean back and not have his full guard up. 

Logan stood nearby, close enough to be within hearing range but still far enough away to be considered acceptable. "So, tell me about yourself, Mr. Arrowwood."

Virgil looked over at him, fingers of one hand running over a chain at his belt. "What do you want to know?"

Logan shrugged. "Life's story, every favorite thing you can think of, how you deal with emotions, what your job is like, who you are as a person. Just . . ." he trailed off uncertainly, "I just want to get to know you better. If it helps, we can trade facts. You tell me one thing and I'll tell you one thing?"

Virgil thought about it for a moment before agreeing. Logan learned a lot about him in that next half hour. He learned about both his favorite flavors and food as well as which one he despised. He learned which were his favorite tools and techniques to use. Virgil told him about his favorite places to go, promising that he might take him there one day.

Logan offered the same information about himself. When he got to his favorite place, he smiled. “It’s easier to just show you if you’ll let me.”

Virgil nodded. The crowd was getting a bit overwhelming for him as he was used to only a few people trickling in and out at a time. Logan offered his arm for Virgil to put his hand in the crook of his elbow and led the way. They left the ballroom and made their way down a few winding corridors before they reached a door to the outside. They kept going, around the building and down a small hill until they came to a small building made almost entirely of glass.

Inside, there were plants on every available surface. Some were on the floor in the shade, some were hanging from the roof, all of them looked healthy and many of them were blooming. Virgil spun in a slow circle as he took it all in. “What is this place?”

“It’s my personal greenhouse.” Logan leaned against a shelf as he watched Virgil explore. “I commissioned the local glass blowers and the royal Smith to make it and the shelves and I imported each plant myself. Every one of them is under my care and are my responsibility.” He shrugged. “It’s a nice stress reliever when I don’t feel like riding or sparring. It’s also just nice to be able to be alone and have someone listen to you.”

Virgil slowly took a turn around the building, looking at each and every plant. “Why are some on the ground?”

“I’ve found that they require a significantly less amount of sunlight than all the others, thus they’re on the ground in front of the shelves to help them with that.” Logan answered as many of Virgil’s questions as he asked, spending the next hour just talking about the plants.

When they’d exhausted the subject and the sun was setting behind a stand of trees, Logan led the way back inside. He subtly changed the topic from the greenhouse to Virgil’s occupation by asking him what he thought of the metal work and about his daily routine. Virgil talked about his work for the trip up and even longer as they sat on one of the benches that lined the ballroom, just rambling away.

Eventually, the band gave the signal that another set was about to start and Logan asked Virgil to dance with him.

“I don’t even know how.” Virgil responded, staying seated while Logan stood and held a hand out to him.

Logan laughed. “Just follow my lead and you should be fine.”

Virgil sighed but gave in, letting himself be pulled onto the dance floor. It was a swift, fast-paced dance, one that left little room for talking or even thinking as Virgil did his best to keep up with Logan and the other dancers. If he was to be the prince’s partner for the night, he was determined not to embarrass him in any way. The second dance of the set was only slightly less upbeat, each consecutive dance getting more and more stately until the last one was a slow turning in a circle, the pair’s left wrists crossing before changing direction and crossing their right wrists.

They danced another set together before resting. Logan was drawn away to talk with a visiting dignitary about trade. Virgil stood near a pillar and examined a nearby sconce. The craftsmanship was quite nice and Virgil got lost in thoughts of how he could learn from this and how he could have done it better. A tap on his shoulder brought him back to reality.

“Greetings. Would you happen to be Virgil Arrowwood?”

Virgil nodded. “That’s me. May I ask what your name is?”

He bowed slightly, his black coat fluttering behind him. “My name is Nate Brassard. I’m the son of the royal Smith.”

Virgil nodded. “I’m terribly sorry to hear of his illness. Is he coming back to work or are you assuming his position?”

Nate smiled. “I’d love to take over but my work is nowhere near as skilled as his is. However, I’ve heard that your work is beyond compare.”

Virgil smiled graciously. “I too have heard that. Having never met another smith besides my father, I have yet to test that.”

Nate nodded. Their conversation carried on as they swapped trade secrets, Virgil explaining how he got certain textures for the metal and how he made such detailed pieces. Nate explained the technique he was taught to do swirls without damaging the metal and how he did simple shapes with such complexity. Logan came back after a while, coming to stand by Virgil as they finished their conversation.

Nate looked at Logan before dipping into a bow. “You’re Highness.”

Logan nodded back at him. “How is your father doing?”

Nate’s smile was tinged with sadness. “He’s fading by the day. The physician isn’t expecting him to last the week.”

Logan hummed sympathetically. “I’m saddened to hear that.”

Nate nodded. “Will you be seeking his replacement soon?”

Logan glanced at Virgil. “Possibly.”

Virgil furrowed his brow and tried to figure out what that meant. Nate just laughed. “Well, I’ll leave you two to talk. Have a pleasant evening.” Virgil tracked his movements, watching him talk to one of the visiting princes at the refreshments table.

Logan leaned over, speaking softly so only Virgil could hear. “Would you like to dance some more? Or see the library?”

Virgil smiled. “I’d love to see the library, if it’s permitted.”

Logan nodded and opened a door close by. They entered a large room with bookshelves lining each of the walls, going above the doorways. There were cushioned couches in the center of the room with chairs scattered throughout. Logan stayed near the door as Virgil roamed, taking in the book titles and the covers being displayed. When one book caught his eye, Virgil paused to gently run a finger down it’s spine. He kept going but heard footsteps behind him and the soft shushing of a book being removed.

“The Queen and His Knight. A fantastic choice.” Virgil turned to see Logan leafing through it. He shut it with a snap before handing it to Virgil. “You can borrow it if you want.”

Virgil raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes, as long as you return it, I don’t see the harm in allowing you to read it.”

Virgil smiled and took it. “Thank you.”

Later that night, Virgil kept a candle burning longer than he normally did as he began the first few chapters of the book.

Last ask | Next story bit

[musicallisto]

Congrats on 800! Can I please get a a vanilla milkshake for a male ro from the wayhaven chronicles?

I'm an infp and my enneagram is 4w3 (how would you rate being a 4w3?) My hogwarts house is ravenclaw and I'm a Taurus. Im 5'9 and I have long wavy black hair and brown eyes.

It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do I get really talkative and outgoing. I love reading, my favorite genres are fantasy and poetry. I also enjoy psychology, history and fashion. I adore adventures, witty banter, joking around and having discussions on different topics

I'd consider myself kind, empathic and smart. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and. I also love learning about new things and I've always got excellent grades without really trying. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic and I love being in love. I also have a way with words and I can talk my way out of any sticky situation!

Thank you very much, congrats once again! And I'm glad you finally did the accent challenge! The birds squawking in the distance added a very nice touch. Have a great day 🥰

thank you so much for your kind words (esp. about the accent challenge, I didn’t even realize you could hear the birds so much but I’m happy you enjoyed it)! I’m a 4w3 too, so I hope I understand your personality well - though from what you’ve described, we sound pretty similar in character! I must say that I think you and adam du mortain would make quite the nice pair...

Your first time meeting Unit Bravo is, thanks to Felix and Nate’s best efforts to put you at ease and start an agreeable companionship between all of you, pretty memorable. They are nothing but kind and welcoming from the very beginning... even Mason, in his so peculiar way.

But your relationship with Adam is a little less... warm; which is not to say that you don’t get along, but you are merely cordial to one another.

Truth to be told, you are a little bit intimidated by the vampire, by his ice-green gaze and his commanding silhouette, as though he were a stoic and impenetrable Army major... and with nine hundred years of life and war under his belt to boot.

Heavens, his eyes... were they always so bright and icy, or is it another of his vampire characteristics? And is it still only respect that you feel towards him?

The others, especially Felix, tease the both of you a lot about that so-called “tension” between the two of you. Tension that you categorically refuse to acknowledge, because it’s not real, and Felix is making things up, and there’s nothing weird or unsolved between Adam and you. Right?

But it’s true that you make one hell of a team when you’re partnered up together for rounds and nightly patrols in Wayhaven, or when you have to take on a mission for the Agency near the town. It seems as if you could understand each other perfectly, without the need for arguments or conflict...

Though Adam truly appreciates how well you express yourself. Your skill with words and negociation abilities have gotten you out of tricky situations before, and you always seem to rub people the right way, even when they’re a full pack or werewolves or other ungodly creatures.

And your eloquence reminds him of home, in a sense, or at least of all the times he’s traversed in his long, long life. It’s like you’ve always been there, by his side, even five hundred years before, murmuring exactly what he needed to hear in the crook of his neck.

Inevitably, after spending more and more time with each other on missions, he starts to let his skyhigh walls down as you progressively warm up to him.

A pretty important bonding factor is reading, because I imagine Adam is an avid reader, and he’s devoured books from all the time periods he’s lived through. Particularly classics and historical fiction, which give him a semblance of beloging to the worlds he left behind. So when he learns that you are a bookworm as well, he feels like the connection between you two has deepend. He’ll recommend you his favorite books and even tell you about the times he met some illustrious authors in the past.

It’s still the slowest of slow burns to actually give in to temptation and get in a relationship with him (I mean, this is Adam we’re talking about), but the sheer love you feel when you’re with him makes every second of the agony worth it.

He totally understands your need to be withdrawn every now and then - he feels that too, very often, and he needs some time alone in nature or surrounded by his work to recharge. He’ll totally give you whatever space you need, and always be here to give you a shoulder to lean on, or cry on should you need it, when things get rough.

He also appreciates your hopeless romantic side - contrary to what you might think, he is, in a way, kind of like that as well. Not that he’s one to make grand romantic gestures to express his affection, but he truly feels and recognizes the love and anguish he feels very viscerally, like a Shakespearian hero. But you’re here to help him externalize it all; even when he doesn’t find the words, or he’s afraid you might think it’s stupid of him to feel the way he does, you encourage him to ramble and get it all out of his system before he explodes.

He’s a bit clumsy on his feet, but if you want to share a dance, he’ll give in just for you. He’s seen countless waltzes and balls in his life, from the most powerful European courts to simple village festivities in his Medieval hometown, but nothing comes close to the peace and joy he feels when he holds you in his arms and tries his best to not step on your feet.

You’re all in all an absolute power couple, both when you’re fighting demons and just being domestic and fluffy together.

800 follower sleepover

[snooziangel]

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[mavmax]

The Final Four || Self-Para

When: Saturday, April 3rd, 2021

Where: UCLA, Los Angeles

Featuring: Nate Maxwell and Maverick’s favorite basketball player.

Disclaimer: UCLA and Gonzaga’s game took place in Indianapolis IRL, but to preserve some of Maverick’s continuity of his plots, it takes place at UCLA in the rp. 

It was make it or break it. The final four. Everyone’s brackets were either about to get shattered or they were about to win a lot of money. It wasn’t about the money to Maverick as he tied his black and blue hair into a tight bun. For him, it was all about the game. How far could they go? Could they win? Or would they go home with third place? 

The rest of his teammates anxiously watched as Houston got knocked out of the round and all eyes were on their game. While they were supposed to play in Indianapolis, they decided that it would be best for UCLA to play at home because the sharp weather change would knock both Gonzaga and UCLA into a rough predicament with the lack of preparation…he was glad both coaches agreed on that move, there was no place like home, after all. 

“Maxwell’s the only one not watching the game because his head’s in our actual game!” Coach Cronin called out as Maverick put his AirPods in, playing his hype music. The rest of his teammates groaned as they powered off the Baylor vs. Houston game to focus on their own pre-game rituals, whether it was calling family, saying a prayer, or listening to music. Mav opted to drowned out the noise, nodding along to the song, and as both point guard and team captain, he needed to keep a level head with everything. 

His one friend, Jesse looked over to Maverick with a small smile. He knew that the blue haired guy was going through a lot and decided not to talk about it to put that energy on the court, but even that small smile was enough to give him reassurance. He didn’t bother to check his social media, although he knew the cheers were rolling in from back home. 

Upon arriving to the stadium where the game was being held, he was met with sports reporters, journalists, and a lot of paparazzi. While the rest of his teammates looked petrified, Maverick was all smiles, of course. This is what he was trained to do. He smiled, waved, but kept it moving to make it to warm ups. As they made it inside, the other team was arriving just behind them and they definitely didn’t seem friendly, even when they both represented the West Coast. The competition was going to be intense. 

Right before he made it out, Coach Cronin poked his head in. 

“Maxwell! Someone’s here to see you,” He called out with a strangely chipper voice. 

Mav raised an eyebrow as he fixed his jersey and made his way over to where his coach had called him from, only to see none other than one of his father standing right next to none other than Shaquille O’Neal and in that moment, the 22 year old’s eyes went wide. 

“Holy—It’s Shaq!” He exclaimed excitedly, his voice going about 2 octaves higher as the older man approached him to shake his hand. Maverick shook his hand excitedly.

“I-uh-I’ve been a fan of yours since I could understand what basketball was and I always wanted to be like you and Kobe,” He rambled quickly. 

“And now we’re instagram homies, ain’t that something right?” Shaq chuckled, patting Maverick’s back…mostly to calm down the excitement. 

“Yeah, that’s definitely something huge for me. Thank you for following me by the way and cheering me on.” 

“I know talent when I see it, kid. Your dad was telling me all about it. You know he and I used to play ball against one another before I got scouted for the NBA,” the man grinned as he nudged Mr. Maxwell. 

“That’s right. Shaq’s always been tearing up the court since I knew him, course we don’t get to catch up as much, but I wanted you to meet him for once,” He smiled proudly at his starstruck son. 

“I’m here to cheer you on and wish you luck and if you’re still thinking about teams…” He began. 

“It’s my dream to play for the Lakers just like my favorite players,” He admitted. 

“Now that’s what I like to hear, go do your best out there,” Shaq offered with a smile and gave Maverick the biggest hug. Which surprised Mav for a moment, but he hugged the man right on back. 

****** 

The game was treacherous and they were tied. While UCLA was relentless, Gonzaga showed how relentless in what was supposed to be the final quarter of the game…and those fuckers tied up the game. 

“They’re gonna get us with a three-pointer if we’re not careful,” Maverick warned his teammates at the placements. 

“You’re sweating blue, bro,” Trevor called out as he threw Maverick a towel, realizing the dye was being sweat out from how hard he had been playing. 

He chuckled and nodded, “Thanks bro.” 

“I need you to close in on them as tightly as you can but not enough to call a foul. Last thing we need is those guys to get penalty shots in on us and make us look like a bunch of chumps. Most of all,” He took a breath. “It’s been an honor getting to play with this amazing team and this amazing coach. Don’t let this be the end of our streak when a few of us graduate. Whatever happens at this moment, just know, we put 110% in what we did to get us this far.” 

“I agree with Maxwell. You guys played one hell of a year and I hope to see that same energy next year. Class of 2021, thank you for giving your all, despite the obstacles thrown in our way,” Coach Cronin proudly smiled. “Alright, on three!” 

The team all put their hands in and coach called out, “One…Two…Three…” 

“BRUINS!” 

The last five minutes of the game, they played with all their might. Maverick did his best to get the ball off to his end of the court and was able to score just one more shot, but sure enough, one of those assholes from Gonzaga found a weak spot in the team, and managed to score a 3-pointer, officially knocking UCLA out of the final four in 3rd place. 

While sure, the other team celebrated, this was their home, and UCLA still was in a roar of cheers. They came in third, they played their best, and it wasn’t a hard loss. Maverick looked over to the stands to see his family cheering loudly. He could see his mother red-faced from cheering so loud. He could see Izzy’s excited expression. Lexa’s proud cheering with her phone. His father cheering just as loudly and red faced as his mother. His friends, cheering, holding posters of his face, and screaming out his name. 

This wasn’t the end, it was one hell of a new beginning. 

[ejzah]

A/N: This chapter is a little filler-y, but it felt necessary to move things along. Hope you still enjoy.

***

The Agent and the Lawyer, Part 7

Deeks settled in the low wicker seat across from Hetty, taking in the antiques and pictures that decorated her space. It was an odd, and seemingly random collection of things, but somehow it fit.

Hetty poured two cups of tea, carefully sliding one towards Deeks. She took a sip of her own, scrutinizing him over the top of her teacup. He felt the bizarre urge to fix his hair and check his shirt for wrinkles even though he’d stopped off in the bathroom to straighten up after sparring with Kensi.

“Are you happy with your current position, Mr. Deeks?” she asked abruptly.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean by that, Miss Lange,” he responded after a minute, trying to figure out what she was leading up to.

“Most people call me Hetty,” she corrected with a slight smirk. “And I’m asking if you find providing legal representation to the rich and somewhat famous rewarding.”

“I don’t know if rewarding is the right term, but I certainly appreciate making enough to live very comfortably and provide services to people who can’t afford to hire a lawyer.” He knew it was a non-answer, but it was the best she was getting for the moment.

“Ah yes, your pro bono work. I was very interested in that part of your file.” Deeks straightened, suddenly on full alert.

“Why do you have a file on me?” he asked, instantly on alert and reassessing the woman in front of him.

“Because I’m interested in you,” Hetty said as though it made perfect sense.

“With all due respect, you had no business wading through my life, just to curb your curiosity.”

“I assure you, it has nothing to do with idle curiosity, Mr. Deeks. I always run background checks on people I wish to employ.” Her tone was just as calm as before, but held a faint note of admonishment. Deeks blinked at her a couple times.

“Wait, you’re offering me a job?” he asked and Hetty nodded. “Why? I have no experience with law enforcement. I think my first and last undercover gig the other day proved that.”

“I thought you did remarkably well,” Hetty disagreed. “You exhibited many skills that I admire and in expect in an agent.”

“I have no desire to become an agent,” Deeks told her firmly, surprised when she smiled and tapped his hand. She reached into her desk drawer, pulling out an application.

“Good. Because I’m not looking for a new agent at this moment. Instead, I’m offering you a position as our legal consultant.” Hetty set the application in front of him. “All you need to do is sign your name at the bottom.”

Deeks flipped through the papers in semi-disbelief. She had filled it out, with a level of accuracy than left him feeling vaguely disconcerted and violated.

He set the papers back down, shaking his head.

“Hetty, I’m a founding partner at my law firm. There’s no way I could be here every day. Even if I wanted to.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t need to come in every day,” Hetty reassured him. “I would simply ask you to be present during cases where your legal expertise is required.”

“Why me?” Deeks asked, narrowing his eyes. There was something sketchy going on, but he couldn’t figure out just what. “I bet there are a hundred lawyers who are better qualified for this position.”

Hetty pursed her lips, regarding him for a moment.

“You have skills Mr. Deeks. You are highly intelligent, quick on your feet, and your attention to detail is bar none from what I’ve seen and heard.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to flatter me?” Deeks asked, keeping his voice light. Hetty smirked again and nodded.

“Perhaps I am, but I would very much like to have you join this team,” she admitted, then pushed the application in his direction. “What are your thoughts?”

“I think it’s insane,” he said honestly.

“Well, be that as it may, I would like you to seriously consider my offer.” Deeks huffed out an incredulous laugh and ruffled his bangs.

“Ok, I will consider it, but I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” He checked his watch, muttering under his breath. “I really need to get too court now. Whatever magic you used on Dansit isn’t going to last all day.”

“Of course. I hope to speak with you again soon, Mr. Deeks,” she said, picking her cup up again and peering at him over the top.

***

“What did Hetty want?” Kensi asked, catching Deeks by the arm as soon as he stepped down from Hetty’s office and dragging him into the hallway.

“She offered me a job,” Deeks told her as the walked farther into the tunnel and apparently away from prying ear. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the last 15 minutes.

“She what?”

“She wants me to act as a legal consultant for your team.” Kensi stopped walking, leading Deeks into a small alcove and shook her head.

“But why?” she said, then hastily added, “No offense, but we already have lawyers we can consult when necessary.”

“I was just as surprised as you are,” Deeks admitted.

“Well, are you going to accept?” He shook his head, having no problem sharing his decision with Kensi.

“Probably not. I mean last week was fun and everything, but near death experiences really aren’t my thing.” He could have sworn there was a brief moment of disappointment on Kensi face, but then it was gone and she was smirking at him.

“Yeah, it’s probably for the best,” she agreed. “I mean, that hair alone is a liability.” Deeks laughed and she looked inordinately pleased with herself.

“Touché,” he said. He realized that once again they had drifted closer to each other. Kensi seemed to notice too and hastily stepped back, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“I’ll walk you out.” They took their time walking to the door, lingering just outside for longer than necessary. Eventually Kensi shrugged and said, “Who knows, maybe we’ll run into each other again sometime. It was nice meeting you, Deeks.”

She started to turn away and caught at her hand, pulling her back around. It was a risky move, but Kensi didn’t resist. She actually looked a little relieved.

“Have dinner with me tonight,” he said, holding his breath. Kensi’s eyes widened slightly and then she tilted her head, eyeing him speculatively.

“Like a date?” she asked, smirking at him again.

“No, not a date date. Just dinner between friends. I mean, unless you want it to be a date.” He realized he was rambling and wondered how Kensi Blye managed to turn him into a bumbling idiot so easily.

“Oh, so we’re friends now?”

“Something like that.” She continued to stare at him, sending a shiver up his spine as her gaze lingered on him.

“I suppose dinner with you doesn’t sound too awful,” she decided.

“Is that a yes?”

“I’ll call you when I get off,” Kensi told him, reaching for the door. “Oh, and I like Mexican,” she threw over her shoulder.

Deeks grinned, feeling happier than he had in a very long time. As he walked to his car, he pulled out his phone to call his favorite Mexican restaurant.

***

Kensi closed the door behind her and sagged against it. She’d just agreed to have dinner with Marty Deeks. She closed her eyes and pulled in a deep breath, reminding herself that it most definitely was not a date. As long as she kept telling herself that, everything would be alright.

“Kensi, you ok?” Callen asked and her eyes snapped open. She straightened up hastily, forcing a chuckle.

“Oh, yeah, you know I was just showing Deeks out,” she explained, making a vague gesture. Luckily, Callen didn’t question her explanation. He seemed preoccupied.

“Hetty offered him a job,” he said, frowning at the door. He didn’t seem pleased and Kensi tried to appear surprised by the information. Deeks hadn’t asked her to keep it a secret, but somehow she didn’t think delving into their conversation would be a good idea.

“What did he say?”

“Hetty, said he hadn’t made a decision yet.” He sighed and shook his head. “She says he would be our legal consultant, but I have a feeling she has something else planned for him.”

Kensi certainly didn’t like the sound of that, thinking of Nate Getz, the psychologist who used to be a part of their team. That is until Hetty transferred him with little warning several months ago. He’d been gone before anyone could ask questions and no one knew exactly where he was or what Hetty had him doing.

“Well, I doubt Deeks would want to work here,” she commented without thinking and Callen frowned again. “I mean, why would he want to? He makes millions a year, who would give that up?”

“Well, let’s hope you’re right,” he said grimly. “The last thing we need is to play babysitters.”

[cheshasleverage]

The Wedding Job Rewatch

“I’m gonna start by saying I’m watching this as the third episode because it was supposed to be the third but got switched with the two-horse job so it makes more sense

The zoom in on Nate when he realizes Sophie is talking to a client that he didn’t know about gives me hard “What the fuck? What the fuck?” vibes

Making this the third episode also makes his line of “I thought I picked the clients” make a lot more sense because they’re still a new team, still figuring out boundaries and a system that makes them all comfortable so he probably feels like his position is being threatened

It also explains why instead of offering help he tells Mrs. Pallermo that he can find her an agency or detectives. He doesn’t want the system they have to change and he wants to be in charge

Parker being good with kids (even if the skill she’s teaching them is probably not the most mainstream or liked skill) is so refreshing! Idk there’s something about those interactions she has that makes me happy. Probably because she’s seen as the crazy one, the least normal, and no one really expects her to do “normal” things 

Hardison knows what Sophie means when she asks if Nate knows how hard it is to wait. He saw their interaction in the first episode, he can pick up on those social cues. Aldis does a fantastic job of showing Hardison’s train of thought just through his eyes/facial expressions

I really love the shot of them standing in that field and idk why

The whole plumber cover makes sense when we meet the FBI agents inside

I love McSweeten.... he's such a good dude

Plus you can instantly tell he's not only trying to impress Hardison/Parker but he’s got it bad for Parker almost immediately

“The bug?” “Yessir” “Singular?” “Absolutely!”

You can feel Hardison's disgust. He’s got top-notch technology and the FBI, who he’s supposed to hide from and be afraid of, has a SINGLE bug placed in their marks home

Two professional thieves realizing government agents are Not That Smart gives me life

I’m the coffee, you the cream

Agent McSweeten is a whole mood when it comes to Parker

Of course, the Hitter gets the stereotypical “I don't know shit about technology” and it’s wonderful. I want to see one of those sessions where Hardison is trying so damn hard to keep it together as Eliot struggles to learn (and probably messes with Hardison)

THE FBI STORING TAPES APPALLED EVEN ME

Hardison’s little “You-” when Eliot threatens to punch him always gets me

Absolutely a fan of Parker’s big ass sunglasses

Sophie misinterpreting Nate’s “where are we at?” and then going off on a tangent like, it’s so clear that she’s got it bad for Nate but she also knows he’s got a lot of issues and there’s shit they both need to work on before anything. So she’s accidentally revealing her feelings in a way, and everyone on the con just heard it

But you gotta admit, Nate handled it pretty smoothly. Job comes first after all

Ok 8 yakuza in 4 seconds seems a bit far fetched but also this is Eliot

Eliot gets so fucking offended the moment Heather spits out his food and calls it food court food which, I want to know what food court she’s been going to that serves stuffed mushrooms. (side note: I want an Eliot spencer cook book)

That dress is hideous by the way. Maybe using different fabrics and losing the gloves would’ve helped

I honestly hate this part. I get it, Parker has no social cues and isn’t aware of what shouldn’t be said etc etc. But she understands rudeness. She knows what being rude and mean is, and maybe she is being super bluntly honest but come on. As someone who struggles with my own appearance and weight this part made me uncomfortable

AND THEN THE COMMENT ABOUT HOW MUCH SHE WAYS? a BUCK FIFTY?? Fuck that I hate it. Gonna be honest, after this scene, I was kind of annoyed with Parker. It took a couple episodes for me to be back to fully loving her

Gee Nate, really tried hard to turn down that drink

I mean... yeah Nate’s got a point about weddings being so expensive. It’s still nice to have one there’s just to reason for it to be so big and expensive. It also looked like Parker agreed with him, Hardison was just listening to him ramble, but Sophie and Eliot initially look like they disagree. Obviously, Sophie’s a big romantic, but Eliot in this scene before they laugh looks like he thinks Nate has a point but that he doesn’t 100% agree. I guess it’s something I’m looking into a little too much but Eliot is a romantic at heart I believe

I like that Hardison can read Eliot, and he doesn’t just let him be. He prods Eliot to tell the truth, even if it’s only a little part of the truth

“I would’ve just got fat” Hard to believe that when you’re the hacker and you’re ripped as fuck Hardison

Hardison and Parker romance! Hardison and Parker romance!

 Oh god, the music again! The music is phenomenal as they introduce the baddies

what is up with the bride's hair jesus

Sophie 100% knows that Nate hears her rant 

what is UP with Eliot’s ridiculous flashbacks

what was he doing?

First, I think Hardison is kind of realizing that Nate doesn’t necessarily appreciate or understand what he does. At the very least he’s realizing that Nate’s not giving him the credit he deserves

Second, it’s hilarious to me that at this point, the mob and one world-class killer scares Nate and the crew when I know later on they face governments and big ass companies

Sophie’s need to kind of.... spite Nate by calling out his fear of intimacy kind of annoys me tbh. Just in this moment because sure she wants to help her friend or the bride but ultimately it feels more like she’s just trying to rile Nate up and get him to admit he’s not ready for commitment again

“yeah... I’ll show you. Bam!”

Nate’s going off on this tangent aimed at Sophie and as much as I love her I’m more inclined to agree with Nate. He was married and it was only a few years ago he literally lost his son and then his wife. Sure maybe he and Sophie had something but he was married so I doubt it really meant something to him, or at least he didn’t think it’d mean something later. He’s still recovering from losing his family (albeit poorly) and Sophie seems to be pushing the relationship but it’s another reason I’m glad the writers pushed off their romance and made it a slow burn so they could work out their problems first

I see Eliot sampling his food and I would also like to try some

The rolling pin would’ve been a better weapon but sure! let's get some appetizers as weapons

I seriously doubt Eliot killed the Butcher but his unsure “maybe?” and then Nate's face makes up for it

“You’re not Mary Poppins... You’re a bitch!”

Family time with leverage

that little girl bonding with Parker is so cute

and uh......... not to be horny on main but can we get more of Eliot in tank tops? please? 

[snooziangel]

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