#roddam

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ballet with violence. <3

FOR MY BEST FRIEND @blizzardsuplex

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oh shit, so like. The thing where MJF tried to call Adam Cole when he was injured but wasn't able to get through because of Roddy? That happened a whole year ago. It'd be so easy for AEW to not bring it up at all and move on, no one would be expected to remember that.

But Adam and Roddy brought it up a few times now. So it matters that Adam does not know Max really did try to get through to him -- because Roddy intervened/kidnapped Adam.

We are going somewhere with this. And I think I see the shape of it: Roddy is the devil that's been on Adam's shoulder all along. Adam Cole got played into betraying Max.

[fatal-3nvy]

Sometimes my brain has a tendancy to link songs/albums to wrestlers.

Lately, this one has not left my fucking head and it's driving me mad! I know there's Roderick Strong and Roddam girlies on here, please back me up (or hear me out).

Roderick Strong is The Sunset Tree by The Mountain Goats.

He just...is, idk why he just is. Especially with how angsty, poetic and how...hollow and torn it sounds. Especially if you know what the album is about...Roderick Strong angst writers, get on this please.

Oh, for the Roddam girlies (I see you). Their relationship is Dinu Lipatti's Bones from that album. No, seriously, hear me out...

"We scaled the hidden hills beneath the surface, scraped our fingers bloody on the stones. And built our little house that we could live in, out of Dinu Lipatti's bones."

LIKE HELLO?! THIS IS ANGSTY RODDAM READY TO GO!

Please, writers more talented than I. Take ALL of this and make beautiful fucked up art!

[the-evil-clergyman]

Andromeda by John Roddam Spencer Stanhope (19th Century)

[iamtryingtobelieve]

"We are the mods! We are the mods! We are, we are, we are the mods!" Quadrophenia (1979) Dir: Franc Roddam

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Okay, the first chapter of my fic is here. The second chapter is already written but needs editing. I'll try to get it done asap!

@blizzardsuplex @sequentialprophet @milk-crater @himbos-hotline @btybbcedes @mathiasandthefinntrolls @the--blackdahlia @queeniesaewblog @fatal-3nvy @satanstruemistress @skyqueen3 @adamcoles-baybay I don't usually tag people but this time ao3 messed up with the time frame </3 if this is annoying I won't do it anymore <33

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@eaventide <3

roh conquest tour // march 12th, 2016

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Adam Cole betrayed MJF because he genuinely believed that MJF had to be faking it because no one else (in kayfabe) has ever, ever made him the center of their world the way MJF did--

No, wait a minute, hold on. I'm wrong about that. There is one other person: Roderick Strong.

So what if... what if Adam Cole picked between the devil he knew (Roddy) and the devil he didn't (MJF)...

And what if he was wrong? What if MJF really was never going to betray him, and what if Roddy was?

Oh, damn. Adam Cole, you're in danger, girl.

[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

“Out of my brain on the 5:15…″

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*on hands and knees* I'm in your debt Milk-sensei

Roddam, Knight of Cups :)

Hiya! We've talked a lot about Arthurian AUs, so I finally wrote one! I love the grail imagery in the Knight of Cups, so that's alluded to here. And you mentioned the card symbolizing homecoming, which also inspired me. Hope you like it!

Sir Adam’s return was greeted with much cheer and rejoicing, as befitting a knight of a round table. There were even tears and gasps of shock, for it had been believed that Adam was dead. It had been reported by King Kenny himself, his seconds the Young Bucks repeating the tale of how Sir Adam had fallen prey to a foe’s poisoned arrow and they’d buried him in the West country. But now Adam stood before them more resplendent than ever, his silver and gold armor glistening in the sunlight, the thunder bolt emblem on his shield as bright as the real thing.

Roderick had cried upon seeing his friend’s face. Adam had tsked while grinning, wiping the tears from Roderick’s red cheeks. Adam had pulled him in for a hug, and it was then that Roderick saw the odd looks the King and the Bucks were exchanging. Not joy, but unease and uncertainty.

Roderick and Sir Kyle and Sir Robert helped arrange Adam’s old quarters so that it was a facsimile of how it had been before his prolonged absence from court.

“You all divided up my treasures and belongings?” Adam asked, looking at the hastily procured tapestries, the borrowed table and chairs.

“You were gone for years,” Kyle replied, pragmatic even in the face of a dear one’s resurrection. His tears were already dried and a brotherly exasperation surfacing in his tone. “And the king said you were dead.”

Adam’s lips twitched at that, the cut-off prelude to either a smile or a grimace.

“Yes, of course,” Adam said.

“So, dear friend, how’d you do it? How’d you cheat death?” Robert asked, grin wide under his styled mustache. His eyes were bright, hungry for a wild yarn where Adam had seduced the grim reaper and managed to talk his way back to life. Adam had always been a good story teller.

Adam smiled back at Robert, but there was something hollow in it. He took a deep breath as if about to speak, then faltered, as if unsure of what to say, what lie to tell.

Roderick stepped forward.

“Leave the poor man be,” Roderick said. “The important thing is that Adam is back amongst his brothers. There shall be plenty of time to hear of his adventures. For now let his weary bones rest.”

“My bones rested for four years,” Adam muttered, quiet but bitter. His friends heard him, and three men traded wary looks.

“We shall let you settle in. Welcome home,” Robert said, patting Adam’s shoulder. Kyle was not so eager to leave, but Robert was able to pull him out the door. Then it was just Roderick and Adam.

Adam sighed and sat in the chair. Roderick retrieved a bottle of wine and joined him.

“You do not seem happy to be back at Camelot,” Rodderick noted.

Adam shook his head, his long hair brushing his shoulders.

“This place is not as it seems, dear friend,” Adam said, his gaze directed out the window, tracing the horizon. The sun was setting to the west, nighttime approaching. “There is a rot here at court. A dark force which wishes to try our brotherhood apart.”

Yes. You. Roderick was not blind to Adam’s ambition. He’d known the man since Adam had been but a young page. Had helped him train, been something of a mentor until an unexpected equilibrium was reached. They were both each other’s sword and whetstone. So of everyone at court, Roderick was well aware of Adam’s ambition: the man wished not to be a mere knight, but to be king himself.

But perhaps others had been aware of Adam’s dark desires. Prehaps the King had known of the serpent in his company, and had taken steps to remove it.

“The King himself is corrupt, tainted,” Adam said, spelling it out as if Roderick didn’t already know Adam’s true target. “Kenny is not fit to lead—”

“Adam, stop,” Roderick said, voice calm.

“No, Roderick, you must hear this! Hear this and believe me!” Adam brought a fist down on the table. He scowled, pushing his hair out of his face. “Your strong heart is too straightforward, like an arrow that always hits the center. But the world is not so clear as the lines on a practice target.”

“I know that,” Roderick said, voice still calm. “I have seen much of the world. More than you have, something you seemingly still forget.”

“Oh? So can you so easily tell friend from foe?” Adam spat. “Can you tell a poisoned chalice from a pure one?”

He gestured at the goblets of wine before them. After the sweep of his hand Adam drew his arms close, hugging himself. He was blinking back tears of frustration, of hurt and anger. Roderick felt a stab of relief. Whatever had happened to Adam had clearly affected him, but at least this part of him, the side of him he revealed only when alone with Roderick, was unchanged.    

“Perhaps I cannot easily tell friend from foe,” Roderick admitted, “but that is only because I don’t see the world that way.”

Adam huffed in frustration.

“Your heart is too pure and strong—”

“I don’t see the world in terms of friend and foe,” Roderick said. “I see it in terms of us and them.”

Adam blinked, surprise quelling his tongue.

“And perhaps I cannot tell a poisoned chalice from an untainted one,” Roderick said, “but if you set a glass in front of me, I shall drink of it.”

Adam bit his lower lip, eyes downcast. Roderick’s words had calmed him, but now he looked genuinely touched, an emotion which Roderick knew always unsettled the younger knight.

“Roderick…” Adam said, voice choked, words unsure. Roderick had never met someone who stumbled so hard over ‘thank you.’  

“Whoever wronged you shall pay for it,” Roderick said. At this Adam raised his eyes. His usual, smug grin was back, his eyes bright once more.

“Truer words were never spoken, my friend.”  

[random-brushstrokes]

John Roddam Spencer Stanhope - The Expulsion from Eden (1900)

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

John Roddam Spencer Stanhope (English, 1829-1908) Patience on a Monument, Smiling at Grief, Detail, Exh. 1884

[holespoles]

John Roddam Spencer Stanhope

"Robin of Modern Times"

[gameraboy2]

Cephalus and Procris by John Roddam Spencer Stanhope, 1872

[thegirlintheblackdress]

“Why seek ye the living among the dead?, by John Roddam Spencer Stanhope

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Header and pinned post made by @blizzardsuplex

Roderick Strong & Adam Cole relationship supercut from way too many sources, 2012-2024

[How is this 11 minutes and 15 seconds long, AKA so long I can't even upload it directly onto Tumblr? I dunno, but after an embarrassingly large number of hours spent gathering clips, deciding how to edit them together, actually editing them together, and transcribing/timing subtitles by hand, here it is: a year's worth of interview clips, podcast snippets, and commentary audio of various obscurity, all about the topic of RS and AC's whatever they have going on (not including clips I've already posted as clips save one). I'm gonna go fall down now.]