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Chris Evans and Dwayne Johnson star in Red One with a release in theaters on November 15th
#Chris Evans#dwayne johnson#red one#red one updates#Jack O’Malley#Callum Drive#red one movie#Christmas movie
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Home stretch on Red One! I’m loving this one :) Thanks for snapping these @hhgarcia41 and @therock
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I don't know why Chris looks so youthful in Red One (did they want him to be younger bc I read him as younger when I see him from a distance). Still, Jack feels like the guy you dated in hs or college that dropped out and became a cynic with a drinking problem while you forged ahead and built a career for yourself. He desperately wants to prove himself to you, but you're definitely in a committed relationship with someone that isn't on the naughty list. Probably Steve. This is usually how Christmas romantic comedies go. I would know, I'm already watching them and it's not even the 10th of November. You'll see him out while you're shopping for presents with Steve and Steve will call him "champ" or "pal". Christmas has always been your favorite holiday and that's Jack's motive for saving it. Steve is also very festive and wins the Christmas lights contest in his neighborhood every year. He's basically Christine Baranski in that Jim Carrey adaptation of How the Grinch Stole Christmas and Jack's worst nightmare. Jack is probably a scrooge that orders Chinese takeaway on Christmas day and steals his cable. Whatever happens in this movie will be good for him. I know this isn't what you were looking for, but I ould not think of anything else for this character.
YES !! omg as soon as Halloween is over, we go straight to snowy season celebrations hehe ☃️ I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS BC IT HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL !! CAN BE DARK/SOFT DARK !! CAN BE A ROMCOM EX’S TO LOVERS !! SO MANY POSSIBILITIES WITH NEW DADDY JACK
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A Filthy Casual’s Guide to Sean O’Malley and the Open Side Counter
By: Jack Slack
Jack Slack is back with another Filthy Casual’s Guide, this time featuring UFC bantamweight champ Sean O’Malley ahead of his rematch with Marlon ‘Chito’ Vera at UFC 299 this Saturday (March 9). Slack breaks down the thing that has made O’Malley an effective MMA fighter, the open side counter.
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Heartfirst: A Ted Lasso Story - Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen: All That You Are
Plot: A chaotic press conference precedes a match that ends in violence.
Word Count: 5.2k
Warnings: f!reader, language, minor violence
A/N: I’m gonna chalk this week’s chapters up to having some free time and also being really motivated to get to the next few. Phew, let me tell you…this is the last chance I’m giving y’all to breathe. The final act kicks off in the next chapter and we don’t stop till the very end…so everybody enjoy the fluff and the jokes while you’ve got them 🙃
Let me know if you’d like to be tagged and, as always, enjoy!
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AFC Richmond’s hot streak just…kept…going.
They were killing it, both at matches and training. More importantly, they were happy. Joyful, even. Which meant everyone else was too.
More and more fans started showing up to watch training till eventually, the stands were packed. Y/n had begun to come out more often, genuinely enjoying watching the boys practice, and had found a way to make it a PR matter. She helped get the crowd riled up, engaging with them and encouraging them to cheer and chant for their players. She’d collected whatever merchandise they had a surplus of, pens or coffee mugs usually, and made a game of handing them out to the fans that came. Ted had encouraged her to keep doing it, it only further fostered the atmosphere he wanted to create.
Y/n hurried upstairs one day in particular, having missed the alarm set on her phone while she was hauling a bag of freebies from the gift shop to her office. She was never late and felt like she was going to burst into flames for being so.
“Whoa,” Ted called, just a few steps behind her, “Someone call Allyson Felix. Let her know she better watch her back.”
Y/n hung back on the landing to catch her breath, falling back in step once Ted caught up. “We ran out of the mugs the other day but I’ve got coasters and coozies for this afternoon.”
“Ooh,” Ted exclaimed, “You’ve been killin’ it in the swag department, missy. Everyone’s a little more hyped knowing they get a prize just for participation.”
Y/n grunted, “Trophies for doing nothing is also why my generation hates work, so don’t applaud me yet.”
They entered Rebecca’s office laughing only to find the atmosphere contrasting their good moods. Spread out on the couch, Keeley had her face buried in Rebecca’s lap.
“Uh-oh,” Ted announced his presence, “When girl-talk turns into girl-hug, you know that either means something horrible’s happened, or absolutely nothing at all.”
“Please say nothing at all,” Y/n set her purse down and grabbed the takeaway box Rebecca had ordered for her.
“Jack’s ghosting Keeley,” their boss explained.
“Oh, no,” Ted frowned.
Y/n sunk into the cushion beside Keeley, rubbing her shoulder as the blonde snuggled back under Rebecca’s arm.
“First, she wants to go on a break,” Ted recounted, “And now the old digital Irish goodbye. Which is a term I never really understood. ‘Cause I got a buddy back home named Seamus O’Malley, and that son of a gun hugs folks goodbye for, like, twenty minutes before he leaves anywhere.”
Y/n smiled down at her salad. The last few months may have softened her, but decades could pass and Ted would remain the same.
“Yeah,” he looked to Keeley, “Sorry to hear about that. Hey, I did make you some biscuits, you know, just to soften the blow.”
“Oh, thanks Ted,” Keeley took the pink package from him and opened it. Her eye blew open, “What? There’s like forty quid in here.”
“Well, I didn’t know you were gonna be here till this morning,” Ted explained, “No time to do anything special so I just tossed a little cash in there.”
Keeley nodded, “That is very sweet. Thank you, Ted.”
“Ain’t nothin’ to it but to do it,” he shrugged, turning to Rebecca, “Hey, boss. You mind if I skip the press conference today? Michelle and I got these parent-teacher meetings I don’t wanna miss.”
Rebecca shrugged and smiled, “Of course, Ted. Family first.”
“I appreciate it.”
“So…” Y/n trailed off, “Who’s next in line?”
A metaphorical lightbulb went off over Keeley’s head. “We could have Roy do it,” she suggested, “I know he hates that stuff, but he is really good at it.”
Y/n struggled to see the “good” part of how Roy handled the press. On her last count, he’d cussed out no more than six reporters.
“I mean, you know, fine by me,” Ted replied.
Rebecca agreed, “Great idea.”
“Look at you,” Ted smiled at Keeley, “Heartbroken, but still kickin’ butt.”
“I mean, I’m not heartbroken,” Keeley fidgeted in her seat, “It’s more like heart-bent.”
“Heart-bent,” Ted mused, “I like that. It’s a great title for a country song. You know, like,” he began to sing, “I’m heart-bent, in my apartment, ‘cause all that you left, was your fart scent.”
“Alright. Goodbye, Ted,” Rebecca cued him up to leave, though Keeley was laughing and Y/n was smiling through a bite of spinach.
“And now that you’re gone,” Ted continued on his way out to the hall, “I wrote this song, ‘cause all you left was, the smell of your farts.”
Y/n pointed to the door with her fork, “Speaking on behalf of our homeland, we can do better than that.”
Rebecca snorted and Keeley rested her head on Y/n’s shoulder.
“Right,” she held out her hand, “Show me.”
Keeley handed it over and Y/n bore witness to the mile long chain of texts her boss had sent their boss. It was embarrassing to say the least, but Y/n wasn’t about to kick Keeley when she was already laid out.
“Wow,” she strained as she scrolled.
“I know,” Keeley moaned.
“It’s like a river,” Y/n mused as she surfed the rest of the blue bubbles, “Can you promise one thing?”
Keeley hummed.
Y/n handed her phone back, “No more. She’s the one that stomped on you, she gets to do the groveling.”
And grovel she should. From what Keeley had told Y/n, Jack had handled their conversation regarding the video leak and the so-called “statement” horrifically. Jack seemed offended that Keeley had dared to have a meaningful relationship before her. It was jealousy where jealousy didn’t belong.
Whereas Y/n was still struggling to comprehend Jamie and Keeley ever having been together.
“I won’t, I won’t,” Keeley threw her phone on the other side of the couch, “I’m done.”
“Good,” Y/n nodded firmly.
“And that’s all you’ve got to say?” Keeley asked with a raised brow, “Nothing else?”
Y/n purposefully filled her mouth with a far-too-large bite of lettuce. She had plenty to say on the matter, Keeley knew damn well, but she was determined not to do so unless there was a confirmed break-up. After all, Jack was still their boss.
“Nope,” she mumbled.
Rebecca and Keeley descended into a fit of snorts.
Later, the three women were were seeing Keeley out to her car. Roy was just coming down the hall when they came off the last step.
“Oh, speak of the devil,” Rebecca said.
“Okay,” Roy replied before looking to his ex. An awkward silence came about for three seconds, though it felt like much longer. “Keeley.”
“Roy,” she nodded back to him.
Rebecca, blissfully, pulled them out. “So I need you to fill in for Ted at today’s press conference, if that’s okay.”
Roy didn’t hesitate in his reply, “Fuck no.”
Keeley, Rebecca and Y/n were just as unflinching as they waited for the answer to change.
“I mean,” Roy backtracked, “Why can’t Ted do it?”
His eyes went from woman to woman, waiting for one of them to answer or crack or…something.
Or nothing.
“I mean,” he pasted an unnatural grin to his face, “I’d love to.”
Y/n pointed a finger and nodded.
“Wonderful,” Rebecca replied, looking to Keeley and Y/n, “Shall we?”
The three of them left Roy in the hall, waiting for the inevitable reaction.
“Fuck,” he said rather loudly.
“I heard that,” Rebecca smirked.
“You still have my word,” Y/n remarked to her boss, “Send me up there, I’ll give them all they want to know. Sell everybody out. We’ll be on every front page in the country.”
Rebecca laughed, though Keeley missed it entirely. She was too busy glancing back at Roy.
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Later in the afternoon, with the press conference a few minutes away from starting, Y/n swung by her office to pick up the notes she’d jotted down for Roy.
As she grabbed her notebook, she noticed there was a tea sitting next to her laptop.
She picked it up and examined it. It had come from the café, her name was written on the side in the big loopy handwriting Delilah, the barista, used. Assuming she wasn’t being set up to be poisoned, she took a sip and accepted the anonymous kindness.
Y/n made it down to the press room, meeting Higgins in the back and waiting for Roy to enter.
The door opened, and Beard walked through.
Y/n’s face dropped, “Um…”
“Where’s Ted?” Higgins asked.
“Where’s Roy?” Y/n corrected, “He’s supposed to be filling in.”
Beard took his seat at the desk, “Good afternoon. I know you all were expecting Ted, but he couldn’t make it today. I, however, will be happy to answer any and all questions, so,” he gestured to the desk filled with recorders and phones, “Fire away.”
Y/n took a breath, it wasn’t so bad. Beard, while not always the most sociable, was well-spoken and highly intelligent. He might have even been a better choice than Roy for his mood alone.
She regretted every thinking such a thing within two minutes.
“Look, man,” Beard sat back in the chair, “We can debate all day, Zeppelin versus Eagles, but one thing that is absolutely not up for debate is Walsh versus Page.”
“Oh, come off it,” the man fired back, “You honestly think it’s Walsh over Page?”
Y/n whispered to Higgins, “How did this go so far off the rails this fast?”
“I don’t know,” he replied.
She handed him her tea, “Hold this.”
Y/n quietly and calmly exited the room, breaking into a light jog in the hall and up the stairs. She knocked on Rebecca’s open door but didn’t bother to be invited in.
“Hi,” she greeted quickly, “Um, did something happen to Roy in the two hours since he was last seen?”
Rebecca’s brow lowered, “No, why?”
Y/n thinned her lips to a line, “You might wanna come downstairs.”
Without question, Rebecca followed her down and into the press room. Things had taken another turn in the minute Y/n had disappeared for.
“That is not what I said, Gary,” Beard angrily pointed to the reporter in question.
“I have your quote right here,” Gary chuckled.
“You did say it, Coach,” another on agreed.
“Stay out of this, Lloyd,” Beard snapped.
“Don’t shout at Lloyd,” Sarah, another reporter, said.
Y/n flattened her palm against her forehead.
“You said, and I quote,” Gary looked down at his notes, “‘Joe Walsh is a better guitarist than Jimmy Page.’ That’s what you said!”
Beard leaned back in his chair, exasperated by the fight he’d started. “Fine! I said it,” he spread his arms out in defeat, “But what I meant was that Joe Walsh, underrated. Jimmy Page,” he got stuck on the last word in his rage, “Overrated!”
The room was arguing amongst itself.
“I mean, Joe Walsh is a poet,” Beard went on, “Jimmy Page is a fucking court stenographer on Adderall.”
As the room digested the answer in shock, and amusement, Y/n reached out to Higgins, retaking her tea and taking a large swig as if it were wine.
“Are you out of your mind?” Gary laughed, “Page could beat Walsh with one string.”
“What do you mean, beat him?” Beard replied angrily, “It’s not a competition, man. It’s art, you fucking Neanderthal!”
Y/n, Higgins and Rebecca surged forward at the same time.
“Hello,” Rebecca cheerily announced, trying to draw the attention to herself while Higgins grabbed Beard, who was still arguing with Gary. “Hello! Hello!”
Y/n acted as a shield for Higgins as he walked Beard out of the room, dropping him in the side hall. But not before Beard could get in one last insult.
“‘Stairway to Heaven’” is a glorified fingering exercise, and you all know it!”
Higgins smiled at the press as he shut the door, Y/n blindly reaching behind to help him push against Beard’s weight.
“I can’t think of the last time I was able to be here with all you absolutely…” Rebecca spoke loudly over the noise of Beard still yelling into the door. Y/n and Higgins blocked his face from view. “Just brilliant members of the press down here in the pressroom. So with that in mind, I would love to take some questions. Come on,” Rebecca spread her arms welcomingly, “Absolutely ask me anything.”
“Oh, shit,” Y/n mumbled. This wasn’t any better.
Marcus from The Independent announced himself when Rebecca nodded towards him.
“Hello there, Marcus,” she greeted, “How are you?”
“Very well.”
“Good, good.”
“Miss Welton,” Marcus asked, “In your opinion, who’s the greatest classic rock guitarist of all time?”
Rebecca stuttered a bit, stuck on the question that had her blanking out on any rock she’d ever listened to.
“The, uh…” she struggled, “The…guy from Cream.”
Higgins snorted, Y/n buried her head in her hand as the pressroom quietly and collectively laughed.
“Uh…” Rebecca began.
“I think,” Y/n came to stand beside her boss, grinning abnormally large, “That in the wake of our recent wins, we’re all still a bit hazy from the excitement. I think we’re going to call this for the day, but we’ll be ready and waiting for you after the match this Sunday against Brighton. Thank you so much!”
Y/n placed her hands on Rebecca’s back and marched her towards the door.
“Uh, Ms. Y/l/n,” Marcus spoke up, “Care to comment on who you think the greatest guitarist is?”
“Keith Richards,” Y/n answered, “Purely because he’s still standing.”
Whatever reaction she’d caused, she didn’t hear them. Her and Higgins had gotten Rebecca safely out into the hall.
“Sorry about that,” she shuddered.
“You’re alright,” Y/n patted her shoulder.
“‘The guy from Cream,’” Higgins giggled.
“Yes, all right,” Rebecca twisted to face Higgins, “Don’t start with me, Leslie! I panicked,” she took a seething breath, “I’m going to murder Roy Kent.”
“If you don’t, I will,” Y/n exhaled.
“Look, Roy not doing press is just Roy being Roy,” Higgins stated.
Y/n gestured to the door they’d just come out of, “And look where it got us.”
“Well, I am sick of Roy being Roy,” Rebecca spat, hands on her hips, “So it’s time for Rebecca to be Rebecca.”
Without another word, she marched off in the direction of the training room. The boys would nearly be done with their afternoon workout.
“Oh, yes,” Higgins agreed, “Absolutely- I couldn’t,” he turned with Y/n to watch Rebecca strut away from them, “Yeah. There you go. Yes! Ooh!”
Y/n breathed a laugh, if anyone rubbed off on her from Richmond, she hoped it was Rebecca. There was a fierceness inside her that Y/n had never possessed in her life, but she’d have liked to.
“Stay for the aftermath?” Higgins asked.
“Oh, definitely,” Y/n nodded. She wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to stare down Roy.
Quick enough, Rebecca marched back up the stairs, Roy following thirty seconds later. While Higgins’ best frown was still his worst smile, Y/n glared at the coach unflinchingly. He did his best to ignore them both on the way up to Rebecca’s office.
“Another day,” Y/n mumbled, her and Higgins heading their separate ways for the rest of the afternoon.
As she walked down the hall, some of the boys came out of the training room. She high-fived them before coming up on Jamie, bringing up the rear.
He flicked the cup of tea, still in Y/n’s hand, and smirked. “Cheers.”
Y/n looked back and met his waiting gaze, the two of them sharing a smile. The days at Nelson Road grew more unpredictable the further into the season they got, but some things were as constant as breathing.
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The day of the Brighton match started as normal as any other. Y/n made the familiar trek to the owner’s box, taking a seat between Keeley and Higgins, and braced for the ninety minutes of nerves she both hated and loved.
“Oh, it’s Jack,” Keeley announced as she scrolled her phone. The three of them sat to attention as they waited to hear the text, “She’s saying that she’s in Argentina…for the next couple of months.”
“Ouch,” Higgins commented. Y/n scoffed while Rebecca pulled Keeley into her side.
“Well,” Keeley took a breath, “I think our break is actually an ‘up.’ So now that Jack is officially my ex,” she looked between the group, “Please feel free to say any of the things that you didn’t like about her.”
Rebecca sighed, “Well-“
“Ooh,” Higgins chimed in, “Her handshake was way too firm. You know-“ he groaned and grunted as he imitated the action, “I get it. You’re friendly. Good riddance.”
Y/n bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep the comments from flying out her mouth.
“Something you’d like to say, Y/n?” Keeley asked knowingly.
Shaking her head, she tried to go the diplomatic route. “Just want to watch some football.”
Keeley slowly nodded, staring out at the field with her.
“And she’s a fucking asshole,” Y/n muttered as low as she could to let only Keeley hear it. They smiled to one another.
Right off the bat, the Greyhounds were struggling. Isaac, usually so focused, was off his game. He cost them a goal kick and earned Brighton a corner instead. It wasn’t like him and the fans were letting their displeasure be known.
Even worse, when Colin lost an easy goal, Isaac went after him. The two of them argued until Jamie and Sam, playing peacemaker, held Isaac back from following Colin any further.
Y/n frowned, something had to have happened before the match. The boys were far more in sync than this, and they sure as hell didn’t fight each other.
The first half ended on the heels of Dani just nearly making a goal, only for Brighton to block it. The score was 1-nil as the Greyhounds trudged back to the locker room.
Higgins, Y/n, Rebecca and Keeley went silent as the fifteen minute break began. There wasn’t anything to say.
Y/n’s eyes were glazing over the crowd on the opposite side of the stadium when a commotion started. She followed the noise to the tunnel to see Isaac, leaping into the stands and grabbing one of the fans.
“Oh my gosh,” she mumbled. Keeley, Rebecca and her all rose to their feet.
With the distance, the scene could hardly be seen properly, but it appeared that Isaac was holding the fan by the shirt and yelling in his face. The ref had never pulled the red card out so fast. It was unprecedented and unacceptable.
Higgins rushed out his seat, the women moving to make room for him down the aisle. Y/n’s eyes followed Roy as he helped Isaac down and started shouting something to the security guards.
The scene died down as quickly as it began. The fan was escorted out of the stadium and the Greyhounds disappeared into the tunnel.
“What the hell was that?” Rebecca finally asked.
“I don’t know,” Keeley breathed.
Internally, Y/n began to feel some sort of panic build. She couldn’t decipher the complexities of it, all she knew was she had to move.
“Where are you going?” Rebecca asked as Y/n slid past them.
“I don’t know,” she mumbled Keeley’s same answer, already climbing the stairs.
She hurried through the suite, past all the fans opening social media to post that they’d witnessed the fight themselves. Past all the fans in the concourse exclaiming how McAdoo was about to fucking kill the twat. Y/n couldn’t hear any of it as she made for the personnel-only entrance into the building.
When she made it to the empty hall outside the locker room, she faltered. Her immediate reaction would be to run in, but she knew it was far from appropriate. Her hand instinctively reached toward the door, even with feet of space between her and it. She couldn’t.
Nearly as soon as she’d thought it, Isaac came bursting through the door, unaware of her presence as he stalked to the boot room. He slammed that door shut and Y/n flinch at the sound.
Ten seconds later, Roy came out much more peacefully, but still with purpose.
Y/n stepped forward, her movements and her voice hesitant, “Hey-“
Roy could see the concern etched deeply in her face and touched her arm as he passed. “I got it.”
It wasn’t often that Roy wasn’t scowling, wasn’t speaking like he smoked a pack of cigarettes a day. For him to speak softly, to voluntarily comfort someone, he had to have meant it.
Y/n stood frozen as he shut the door to the boot room, all the pieces of her reaction making sense suddenly. After Isaac had attacked the fan, her first thought hadn’t been about PR. It hadn’t been about the clean-up her and Keeley would have to do, the stress of it all. It hadn’t had anything to do with what the internet would think or the fans or anyone.
Her first thought was to wonder if Isaac was okay.
She knew by now she cared about AFC Richmond. She had a special affection for Rebecca and their weekly tea. Keeley had cracked her way past Y/n’s gates simply by being herself. Ted was the nicest slice of home she could have gotten.
This was different. This was caring so deeply for the team that she was standing in the hall, unmoving until she knew they were all alright.
It was no longer about letting them in, Y/n knew, it was about how deeply etched in her heart they were.
She waited, waited, the whole fifteen minutes, hearing only the muffled mumbles of the team’s conversation through the doors. When they cheered and exited the room, their spirits seemingly lifted, none of them even noticed her against the wall.
Y/n moved to stand outside the boot room, catching Colin and Trent as the last ones to exit the locker room. Trent threw her a small salute that she matched, before heading out to his own seat. She still wasn’t leaving until she knew all was well.
Eventually, Roy came out of the boot room with Isaac in tow. The disgraced captain glanced up at her as he passed, Y/n made a point to squeeze his arm. He didn’t flinch at her touch, but didn’t make a point of lingering as he headed to the locker room to wait the game out.
As Y/n inhaled, Roy nodded, “He’s alright.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
The two of them walked back to their separate paths, Roy heading out to the pitch and Y/n heading back to the owner’s box.
The match turned around after that, tremendously so. The Greyhounds had hit the pitch united once more, particularly Colin, who’d assisted in both goals that had led them to victory. Balance seemed to have been restored, and while Isaac would still be the most memorable part of the game, Colin’s efforts wouldn’t be forgotten.
And, as always, Y/n’s work began the moment the ref called it.
There were strict instructions from both Keeley and her to Higgins not to grab any of the players. They’d no doubt be asked about their captain’s actions and none of them needed to deal with that stress. Ted was the only one who could comfortably handle it.
They waited with Rebecca in the back of the room, Higgins and Trent joined them at the last minute.
“He’s on his way,” Higgins said.
“Thank you, Leslie,” Rebecca replied before turning to Keeley and Y/n, “You gave Ted some talking points?”
Keeley frowned, “No. I haven’t done that in a long time.”
“Not for a while,” Y/n added.
The side door opened before Rebecca could truly begin to worry. Where Ted should have strolled in, Roy did instead.
“Fuck,” Y/n whispered, punctuated by a gag from Higgins.
Roy took a seat at the desk, staring down the entire room. No one was wearing their surprise well.
“Yeah, alright, you got me today,” he growled, “Any questions?”
Every reporter’s hand went up, all of them shouting to get Roy’s attention.
“Fucking hell,” he mumbled before pointing to one of them, “You. Five-o’-clock shadow head.”
Gary, self-proclaimed Jimmy Page fan, stood up. “Coach Kent, do you or the organization condone what Isaac McAdoo did today?”
“What a stupid fucking question,” Roy was quick to reply, Rebecca, Higgins and Y/n all screwing their eyes shut. “‘Course we don’t. What Isaac did was awful. He was lucky he only got a red card.”
“Okay,” Gary relented, “So why’d he do it?”
Roy chuckled, looking like he was nearly about to say something before stopping himself. Instead of cursing or snarking, he settled back in his chair.
“When I was first coming up through Sunderland, there was an old-timer on the team,” Roy began, “Local guy. He and his wife were about to have their first kid. So during training one day, I made a joke that statistically, I was probably the real dad. And the boys fell about laughing, but he went fucking nuts. He battered me. Properly. I had a black eye, chipped tooth, three broken ribs…I couldn’t play for six games. He got booted off the team. After that,” Roy shook his head, “No club would go near him.”
“Then in the summer, after I could breathe again,” he went on, “I bumped into him in a pub. And I got the chance to say sorry for my stupid fucking joke. And he got to tell me he and his wife had lost the baby a month before all that went down. He hadn’t told anyone. Kept it all inside.”
The room had fallen hush, save for the occasional click of a camera.
“Look, I get that some people think if they buy a ticket,” Roy’s voice regained its strength, “They’ve got the right to yell whatever abusive shit they want at footballers. But they’re not just footballers. They’re also people. And none of us,” he dragged his finger across the room, “Know what is going on in each other’s lives.”
“So for Isaac to do what he did today, even though it was wrong,” Roy pointed to his chest, “I give him love. And as for why he did what he did,” he leaned closer to the microphones, “That’s none of my fucking business.”
That was it. There was nothing left to say. Roy had handled it with more grace and patience than anyone could have expected.
Y/n smiled to herself, “Okay.”
“Next question,” he called to the room, which erupted back into shouts and flashes, “Yeah, new Trent.”
“Coach,” Marcus spoke up, “Let’s talk about Colin Hughes.”
“Yeah, he’s a hell of a player,” Roy answered, “And a great man. I think we’ve underused him.”
“I think you’re right,” Marcus said.
“Glad we agree,” Roy replied, “I prefer you to old Trent.”
The room laughed before Roy called on the next reporter. Rebecca and him shared a look of acknowledgement, this was making up for his ditching of the last presser.
Roy went on answering questions a few minutes longer before abruptly calling it. As everyone was saying their goodbyes for the evening, Y/n caught him in the hall.
“You did good,” she complimented.
Roy grunted a little, still bad at taking praise about anything other than his professional abilities. “Sorry if I…made your job harder the other day.”
She shrugged, “No more so than anyone else. You’re just more of a dick about it.”
Having said it with a smile Roy knew Y/n wasn’t serious…totally. His lips quirked up ever so slightly.
“Night, Roy,” Y/n said, hitting his arm as she walked past him.
“Cheers,” he replied, heading his own way.
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While the day was a victory, Jamie was exhausted. Some of the boys had gone out to celebrate, he was one of the ones who decided heading home was more appealing.
A ring of the doorbell dragged him off his couch and into the entryway. He opened the door, his chest both filling and draining at the sight.
Y/n was leant against the frame, a soft smile on her lips. She held up a paper takeaway bag.
“I won’t tell Roy if you don’t,” she promised.
Jamie chuckled under his breath and moved to let her in.
It wasn’t just the match that’d worn Jamie out. Colin’s confession in the locker room was…heavy. Weighing most on Colin, of course, but when the celebratory noise had died down and Jamie was left to his own thoughts, he found they were louder than normal.
Y/n showing up only acted as an amplifier.
Here was Colin, hiding away one of the biggest parts of himself. Forced to keep the person he loved in the shadows for fear of the public’s reaction. He couldn’t hold them, couldn’t be seen with them, couldn’t claim them. The person who meant everything to him.
And here was Jamie, with the woman he cared about most standing before him, feeling the weight of his privilege.
“Samir was working tonight,” Y/n announced as she slipped off her shoes, “He kept asking me if I was buying for us both. I think he slipped in some extra-“
She was cut off by Jamie, wrapping his arms around her in a full embrace.
Jamie wasn’t good with words. He was barely good with feelings. And expressing them was a whole other matter. What he did know to be true was that Y/n was the singular most important person in his life. Whether he’d realized it before or not, he wasn’t sure. But it was suddenly crushing him, he was overwhelmed by his affection for her. She was the best part of his worst times, the highlight of his days. The literal sunshine lighting up the darkest parts of him, the parts everyone else looked at and ran from. But not her, never her.
Y/n stumbled a bit, Jamie steadying her as he tugged her to his body. It wasn’t like they never hugged, but this felt different. The whole day had been so emotionally charged, she wasn’t surprised that he was feeling some of it. She wasn’t sure what had happened in the locker room between halves or after the game, but whatever it was had done something to him, and she apparently was the solution.
The truth was, Jamie was the first person Y/n hadn’t tired of being there for. She wanted to save him at every possible opportunity. To be there for him in whatever way he needed her. Lord knows he had done it enough for her. He’d looked at her ugliest parts and matched them, the two of them somehow growing together through their horrible histories. Some relationships were easily replaced, but there could never be another Jamie.
Y/n slid her arms around Jamie’s back, stealing some of the comfort for herself.
Jamie rested his chin on her shoulder, shutting his eyes and letting the moment wash over him. The world could stop, just for a moment, and it would be there when they broke apart. But for now, Y/n was all he wanted to feel.
They stayed in the hall, clinging to one another, having only unwrapped the first layer of what all they felt meant.
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🍪nsfw alphabet for george o’malley please omg 😭🙏 the internet is severely lacking in george content & you’re so good at writing him.
(also if you don’t mind it would be cool if you did the alphabet as though george was bi or in some sort of gender neutral partner way since i’m a guy but it’s ok if you aren’t comfortable w that thank youuuu 🥺)
𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 // omg yesss tysm for asking!!!
a: aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
george honestly didn't know why aftercare was important for quite some time, but by the time he's in a stable relationship with you, he always wants to be sweet after sex, even if nothing kinky/rough happens, he's just always down to cuddle.
b: body part (their favourite body part of theirs/their partner’s)
george likes his arms and his eyes, but on his partner, he loves your neck and your ass - he also likes to play with hair (regardless of length).
c: cum (anything to do with cum basically)
he likes cumming inside, ideally, but would understand you not being into that, so in that case, he's content to just cum on your belly or keep it simple and do it in a condom.
d: dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
george isn't really sure he has one!! sex does fluster him a little bit, so i can see him finding anything out of the mainstream like a little "secret" - maybe the fact that he likes to be both dominant and submissive in bed.
e: experience (how experienced are they?)
george is decently experienced, even though people think he doesn't seem so. he lost his virginity to his first college partner and is no stranger to the occasional hook-up, but he isn't very experienced when it comes to anything not-vanilla.
f: favorite position (this goes without saying)
he likes being ridden, he finds you being on top really hot.
g: goofy (are they more serious/humorous?)
george tries to be serious in bed, but ends up having a few silly/clumsy moments - he wants to be this smooth, sexy kinda guy but he's really just a dork.
h: hair (how well groomed are they are, etc.)
i don't think george does anything special down there, he's very hygenic but doesn't go out of his way to trim up either.
i: intimacy (how they are during the moment)
oh, when he's in a relationship, george gets very sappy and intimate. he wants to look at your face, hold your hand, tell you he loves you all while fucking you.
j: jack off (masturbation headcanons)
before he's taken, he does it really often, i'd say whenever he gets a chance between crazy shifts, so like every other day? but when he's in a relationship, he wants to save his stamina.
k: kink (one or more of their kinks)
big switch, likes to be dominant/bossy in bed sometimes, other times he'll gladly take orders. he likes dirty talk, semi-public (groping in closets and elevators, fucking while other ppl are in the house, etc), and i can even see him liking spanking, but probably only from the giving side.
l: location (favorite places to do it)
he prefers a bed overall, as i think most people do, but he really likes having sex in unconventional, semi-public places. hotel rooms, parked cars, the on-call room, the kitchen...
m: motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)
honestly, when he's working, he has so little time to spend with you, his main motivation is the thought of not having time to do it again later. he gets horny for conveniance sometimes, lol, like "i had a long shift but i'm gonna be so busy the next few days, fucking now makes the most sense".
n: no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
george isn't into being super rough, he just doesn't want to cause you any real pain, and with all his medical knowledge, he refuses to risk putting you in any harm. he also wouldn't let you tie him up, the idea just makes him uncomfortable, but he'd tie you up if you wanted.
o: oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
loves to give and receive, is really good at giving it. genuinely goes down like a starving man.
p: pace (are they fast and rough/slow and sensual?)
george likes both, it really depends on when/where/what. fast and rough is always fun, but after a shitty day, some slow, sensual, loving sex is so rewarding to him.
q: quickie (their opinions on quickies)
likes them a lot, he likes the risk, the roughness, seeing how fast he can get you off.
r: risk (are they game to experiment?)
i don't think george is against it, but he is probably gonna want to do research on whatever you want to do first.
s: stamina (how many rounds can they go for/long do they last?)
on a relaxed day, he can go 2-3 rounds, and last a long time. after being on-call for 36 hrs? 1 round, 20 mins tops.
t: toy (do they own toys/use them? on a partner/themselves?)
never owned any himself, but would be open to using them.
u: unfair (how much they like to tease)
george is a bit too impatient to be a good tease, but he is extremely easy to fluster if you're the one teasing.
v: volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
good at keeping quiet, has a very breathy moan that just sounds like he's in pure bliss.
w: wild card (a random headcanon)
george doesn't like degradtion from either end, but praise?? woooooo boy.
x: x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
he's pretty average-sized (6-7 in), thick, cut.
y: yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
very high sex drive, almost always ready to jump your bones.
z: zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
again, it depends on the type of day he had. if he's been busy, he's knocking tf out, but if he's chill, he'll wanna cuddle and watch a movie afterwards.
#💌 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗.#ophelia’s 1k celebration#george omalley smut#george o'malley x reader#george omalley x reader#george omalley#greys anatomy#grey's anatomy#ophelia's hcs#greys hcs
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I saw an ask a ways back on your blog from someone looking for fiction with QPR rep, and I couldn’t resist putting in a word for my favorite webcomic, Widdershins by Kate Ashwin (magical adventures in an alternate Victorian England). Two of the major characters, Jack “Mal” O’Malley and Heinrich Wolfe, have what feels very much like a QPR/platonic life partnership. Mal is canonically aro-ace, and while Wolfe likes flirting with pretty girls, Mal is very clearly the most important person in his life. I think you and/or your followers might enjoy it!
Ooo, thank you so much for sharing!!
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Round 2 Polls:
(Projected length: 32 days)
(Bonus Rounds: Here)
Day 1:
1. Ogai Mori vs. Pascal
2. The Doctor vs. Franky
Day 2:
3. Madoc vs. Daenerys Targaryen
4. Inspector Barnes vs. Bright Noa
Day 3:
5. August vs. Claude Frollo
6. Cale Henituse vs. Leif
Day 4:
7. Simon Petrikov vs. Chiron
8. Yami Sukehiro vs. Sei Handa
Day 5:
9. Gintoki Sakata vs. Eithan Arelius
10. Dr. Gregory House vs. Maglor
Day 6:
11. Wolverine vs. Izumi Curtis
12. Roy Mustang vs. Abraham van Helsing
Day 7:
13. Askeladd vs. Rune Saint John
14. Guts vs. Jake Sully
Day 8:
15. Sir Reginald Hargreeves vs. Jean Valjean
16. Kohachi Inugami vs. The Fix
Day 9:
17. Kanan Jarrus and Hera Syndulla vs. Gumpa
18. Aphmau vs. Agent Washington
Day 10:
19. Grace vs. Vector the Crocodile
20. Alec Lightwood-Bane vs. Dadan
Day 11:
21. Bobby Nash vs. William Adama
22. Korosensei vs. The Warrior of Light
Day 12:
23. Kaname Date vs. Jack Starbright
24. Satoru Gojo vs. Dutch Van Der Linde
Day 13:
25. Xie Lian vs. Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane
26. Tom and Maddie Wachowski vs. Sakyo Furuichi
Day 14:
27. Welt Yang vs. Herlock Sholmes
28. Carlisle and Esme Cullen vs. Dracule Mihawk
Day 15:
29. Artemy Burakh vs. Barry and Iris West-Allen
30. Kazuma Kiryu vs. Yuugo and Lucas
Day 16:
31. Master Wu vs. Dave Seville
32. Axel vs. Izumi Tachibana
Day 17:
33. Arlecchino/The Knave vs. Sarah Jane Smith
34. Qifrey vs. Bell-Mere
Day 18:
35. Bobby Singer vs. Cap’n Craig Cuttlefish
36. Professor Hershel Layton vs. Donna Hanscum
Day 19:
37. Giovanni Potage vs. Ingo
38. Miles Edgeworth vs. Vil Shoenheit
Day 20:
39. Nick Fury vs. Dalinar Kholin
40. King Dedede and Meta Knight vs. Kavax au Telemanaus
Day 21:
41. Arataka Reigen vs. Jawbone O’Shaughnessey
42. Gol D. Roger vs. Abigail Pent and Magnus Quinn
Day 22:
43. Toriel Dreemurr vs. Master Kongo
44. Pongo and Perdita vs. Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik
Day 23:
45. Lance Strongbow vs. Derek Hale
46. Tony Stark vs. Roronoa Zoro
Day 24:
47. Jody Mills vs. Eric Gale
48. “Red-Haired” Shanks vs. Kurogane and Fai D’Flourite
Day 25:
49. Han Muchun vs. Iroh
50. Splinter vs. Lilia Vanrouge
Day 26:
51. Bruce Wayne vs. Thomas O’Malley
52. Jupiter North vs. Keishin Ukai
Day 27:
53. Kim Dokja vs. Roberto de Niro
54. Shōta Aizawa vs. Doctor Carmilla
Day 28:
55. Mendoza vs. Soundwave
56. David Wymack vs. Ash Ketchum
Day 29:
57. Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu vs. Yondu Udonta
58. Eda Clawthorne vs. Gavroche
Day 30:
59. Fukuzawa Yukichi vs. Optimus Prime
60. Camila Noceda vs. QSMP!Philza
Day 31:
61. Phoenix Wright vs. The Dragonborn
62. Bruno Bucciarati vs. Oliver Queen
Day 32:
63. Whitebeard vs. Otose
64. Sojiro Sakura vs. Yukari Yakumo
#mod is deeply looking forward to day 22 and day 30#mod speaks#serial adopters bracket#round 2#tumblr tournament#tumblr tourney#tumblr polls#poll bracket#character bracket#fandom bracket
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what are some of your LGBTQ headcanons for some of the CC characters?
My LGBTQ headcanons for CC characters? Sure, I’ve got some! I’ll also list some characters' canon facts since I support them, but let’s see what non-canon ones I can come up with!
And disclaimer! These are my current LGBTQ headcanons; there is a chance that they could change as my story progresses!
Sexuality-based LGBTQ Headcanons:
Main Characters
Heterosexual/Ally:
Samuel King
Eduardo Ramirez
Frank Knight
Elizabeth Ripley
Angela Douglas
Elliot Clayton
Arthur Wright
Issac Bontemps
Diane Parker
Gloria Hayes
Gabriel Herrera
Penelope Sage
Priya Desai
Felix Reed
Gay:
Nathan Pandit
Amir Devani
Orlando Ordelaffi
Ben Shepard
Lesbians:
Hannah Choi
Carmen Martinez
Michelle Zuria
Evie Holloway
Rose Zhao (She and her husband married for none-romantic reasons)
Bisexuals:
David Jones (Has a preference for women ((and hasn’t realized his attraction to men yet…))
Grace Delaney (She tried to get Jones to realize his sexuality in high school but couldn't get him to understand…)
Alex Turner
Andrea Marquez
Yann Toussaint
Jack Archer (With a preference for women, but unlike Jones, he recognizes his feelings toward men)
Lars Douglas (He likes to call himself and Jack bi-bros and bi-buddies)
Marina Romanova
Jonah Karam
Cathy Turner
Nebet
Jacob Arrow
Hugo Mercier
Pansexuals:
Amy Young
Roxie Sparks
Maddie O’Malley
Charlie Dupont
Deigo del Lobo
Martine Meunier
Janis Rivers
Jean-Philippe Delacroix
Gauthier Delacroix
Enzo Traoré
Léa Bonnet
Polyamory:
Zara Tien
Theo Moon
Kai Malano
Nadia Den Yamin
Demisexual:
Russell Crane
Ingrid Bjorn
Rupert Winchester
AroAce:
Dick Wells (This man called science his mistress once, and I have headcanoned him as AroAce ever since!)
Hope Newman
Acesexual:
Armand Dupont
Viola Pemberton
Questioning:
Rita Estevez: Thought she was straight but started having feelings towards a certain woman…
Luke Fernandez: He thought he was straight, but after everything with Fabien de la Mort, he started questioning
Carrie James: Unsure of her sexuality
Émile Bardot: Unsure of her sexuality
Other Characters
Olivia Hall: Lesbian
James Savage: Demisexual
Edward Dante: Pansexual
Karen Knight: Bisexual
Nigel Adakue: Gay
Asal Hawaa: Bisexual
Katherine Woolf: Lesbian
Jasper Everett: Gay
Mia Loukas: Bisexual
Arthur Darkwood: Gay
Geroge Mathison: Gay
Cody James: Pansexual
Gender-based LGBTQ Headcanons:
Nathan Pandit: Transgender (female to male)
Alex Turner: Demiboy
Hannah Choi: Demigirl
Jean-Philippe Delacroix: Genderqueer
(I don’t have many gender-based headcanons yet…)
That’s everything I could come up with! And like always, I am open to hearing about your opinions, headcanons and suggestions on this topic!
#criminal case#criminal case grimsborough#criminal case pacific bay#criminal case save the world#criminal case mysteries of the past#criminal case the conspiracy#criminal case travel in time#criminal case supernatural investigations#criminal case city of romance#headcanons#ask
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in 1985. SR 71 pilots and RSOs were not promoted to full Colonel because of the envy and jealousy of the Pentagon at this time. The following is written by famous author Jim Goodall. As a military historian and a published author, I understand how and why the Blackbirds were put to rest long before their time.
In 1985, General Jerry O’Malley was the Air Force Chief of Staff and strongly supported the Blackbird. It may be that he was the first Air Force pilot to fly the very first SR-71 Blackbird over enemy territory, that is, North Vietnam. General O’Malley loved the Blackbird and all the maintained, built, supported, and flew “Kelly’s Black Jet.”
On 20 APR 1985, the first Air Force officer to fly an operational mission in a SR-71 was killed in a plane crash that also killed his wife and two Other military officers.
His next in command was his Deputy Chief of Staff (AFCS), a General Larry Welch. General Welch did not have the same warm and fuzzy feelings that General O’Malley had toward the SR-71. The reason? Welch was turned down to fly the SR-71 when he was a major, he was not that good of a pilot, and that was a requirement to be considered for the prestigious position of being a crew member of the world's fastest operational aircraft.
The pain of losing out on flying the SR-71 was a bitter pill Welch had difficulty swallowing. His first order of business once he took over as an Air Force Chief of Staff was to do everything in his power to kill the program. He sent out a memo that stated, If anyone under his command said anything negative about the Blackbirds, he was fine with that. But, if anyone, from the lowly E-1 Airman Basic to the O-10 general level, would have to live with the repercussions to their careers.
So, pulling every string and favor he could, Welch effectively killed the Blackbirds. The Russians, the North Vietnamese, the Chinese, and the Israelis couldn’t shoot one down using their best pilots and a second-rate general, who wasn’t good enough to take control of a plane that moves through the air at 3,400 feet per second, or two miles every three-seconds took down the entire fleet. The last operational SR-71 flew on 09 March 1990, six months prior to Saddam invading his neighbor.
To make matters worse, during the beginning of Desert Shield, Air Force contacted the Skunk Works in early September and asked what it would take to have one SR-71A reactivated and operationally ready for the upcoming war in Iraq. It took Ben R. Rich, then President of the Lockheed Skunk Works, about ten days to have the answer.
Ben told Air Force, that he needed a gold-plated authorization letter to cut through all the red tape, a blank check, access to all sensors, Air Force support and electronics, then in storage, and his pick of both operational pilots and ground crew. Once the “Go” was given, he guaranteed the Blackbird would be fully operationally ready.
Air Force told Ben to hold that, though. About a month later, they got back to Ben. They asked what it would take to have a second SR-71 ready. Ben said he already had the answer, 30 days, start to operational readiness.
It’s now late October/early November 1990, finally after waiting over 70 days for a reply regarding when Lockheed could expect the ‘Go-a-head” for the reactivation of two SR-71s. He was told, and he said to me in a meeting I had with him after he retired. He was told that since the program was canceled by the total lack of support at the Air Force Chief of Staff’s office, reinstating the Blackbirds now would make the AFCS, that be Welch, look bad.
So much for waving Old Glory and petty back stabbing by this Jack*8% was why the program died.
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here’s a rant about some random facts i have stored in my head (all of these (expect maybe the first one) are quite obvious and you 99% most likely already knew it but whatever)
-if you’re ever feeling nauseous/car sick eat saltine crackers and Sprite or some soda, the carbonation will inflate the saltine crackers and the liquid in general will make the crackers dense in your stomach, making you feel like you’re full so your body won’t want to throw up anymore
-in order to make sure macaron batter is the correct consistency, you have to be able to drape the batter into the figure “8” three times without it breaking
-in medieval times, since people didn’t have toilets they would have streets dedicated to shitting. you would just stick your ass out the window and take a shit. or while you were walking down the street. some places actually still have that, but in foreign countries that i can’t entirely remember right now
-wombat poop is cube shaped
-honey never spoils, even in years time and without a secure lid
-in the rhyme “Jack and Jill went up the hill” when Jack fell down and broke his crown, they didn’t mean the royalty kind they meant the body part (i dunno, i was just so surprised as a kid when i found that out)
-the classic rhyme “ring around the rosy, pocket full of posies,” is actually based off the Bubonic Plague. a rosy was a person who was dying of the Plague, and they would keep a flower called “posies” in their pockets to help cover up the stench of their flesh rotting. then of course it was highly contagious as you know, so that explains the “we all fall down” line (again just another one i found world-shattering as a kid)
-in the original Cinderella, the stepsisters get their eyeballs plucked out by birds in the end. (i have a book, “Grimm’s fairytales”, and it has all the original fairytales, including Cinderella and such so that’s how i knew that one)
-one of my personal favorites, but in Aristocats O’Malley’s full name is Abraham Delacey Geoseppi Casey Thomas O’Malley, and each name actually from different regions of England
#dreamy talks#dreamy's random thoughts#midnight talks with dreamy#stupid rants#rambling#rants n rambles#random facts#<- obvious ones but who cares
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I couldn’t help it 🫣
You were Jack’s everything. And then you left. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, you moving on. He couldn’t handle it. And you were tired of hiding your relationship, and then letters started. You were his Holly Berry, and his alone. No one could ever love you the way he did. And he could find you. No matter where you go. He sees you when you’re sleeping, and he knows when you’re awake. Please don’t be bad, because he’d hate to hurt someone else.
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Posted by @therock
It’s beginning to look a lot like CHRISTMAAAS
🎅🏾🎄🎅🏼 🛷 😈💀❤️ 🧸
Officially kicking off production for our CHRISTMAS franchise film titled, “RED ONE” with my guy @chrisevans.
Chris and I have been waiting to make a Christmas movie our entire careers and now finally, the trouble begins…
🫱🏾🫲🏻🎄🤣😈❤️
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DADDY JACK O’MALLEY // to answer to your tag question, I feel like he’s a secret pervy dude. Probably is into basement wife (that’s the kind of vibe I get). Since it’s a Christmas movie, he’ll lure a naive reader in with presents and just abduct her 🫣
✋😼🤚 secret sleazy daddy for Christmas ?? I accept !! even though i don’t know anything about him: freshly divorced!jake o’malley gets lonely this festive season 😪 but at least he has you, his boss’s new assistant 🫡
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Via Instagram:
Callum Drift and Jack O’Malley
We’re already having WAY too much fun on this one.
(I can’t believe I’m finally doing a Christmas movie!)
#RedOne
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Character Request Sheet:
The list of all the characters I will write/take requests for:
Walt Disney Animated Movies:
Mickey Mouse and Friends:
Mickey Mouse
Donald Duck
Goofy
Minnie Mouse
Daisy Duck
Pluto
Pete
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs:
Snow White
The Evil Queen
The Seven Dwarfs
Pinocchio:
Pinocchio
Jiminy Cricket
Dumbo:
Dumbo
Timothy Q. Mouse
Bambi:
Bambi
Thumper
Flower
The Three Caballeros:
Panchito Pistoles
Jose Carioca
The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad:
Ichabod Crane
Mr. Toad
Cinderella:
Cinderella
Prince Charming
The Fairy Godmother
Alice in Wonderland:
Alice
The Mad Hatter
The Queen of Hearts
The Cheshire Cat
Peter Pan:
Peter Pan
Captain Hook
Tinkerbell
Wendy / John / Michael
Lady and the Tramp:
Lady
Tramp (Butch)
Sleeping Beauty:
Aurora
Prince Philip
Fauna / Flora / Merryweather
Maleficent
101 Dalmations:
Pongo
Perdita
Cruella De Vil
The Sword and The Stone:
Merlin
Wart (Arthur)
Madam Mim
The Jungle Book:
Baloo
Mowgli
Bagheera
King Louie
Shere Khan
The Aristocats:
Thomas O’Malley
Duchess
Marie / Toulouse / Berlioz
Robin Hood:
Robin Hood
Maid Marian
Little John
Prince John
Winnie the Pooh:
Winnie the Pooh
Christopher Robin
Tigger
Piglet
Eeyore
Rabbit
Kanga / Roo
Owl
The Rescuers:
Bernard
Miss Bianca
The Fox and The Hound:
Tod
Copper
The Black Cauldron:
Taran
Eilonwy
Fflewddur Fflam
Gurgi
The Horned King
The Great Mouse Detective:
Basil of Baker Street
Professor Ratigan
Oliver & Company:
Oliver
Dodger
Bill Cykes
The Little Mermaid:
Ariel
Prince Eric
Ursula
King Triton
Sebastian
Flounder
Beauty and The Beast:
Belle
The Beast
Gaston
Lumiere
Cogsworth
Aladdin:
Aladdin
Jasmine
The Genie
Jafar
The Nightmare Before Christmas:
Jack Skellington
Sally
Oogie Boogie
The Lion King:
Simba
Nala
Scar
Timon / Pumba
Rafiki
A Goofy Movie:
Goofy
Max Goof
Roxanne
Pocahontas:
Pocahontas
John Smith
Governor Ratcliffe
The Hunchback of Notre Dame:
Quasimodo
Esmeralda
Captain Phoebus
Claude Frollo
Hercules:
Hercules
Megara
Hades
Phil
Mulan:
Fa Mulan
Li Shang
Mushu
Shan Yu
Tarzan:
Tarzan
Jane
Clayton
The Emperor's New Groove:
Emperor Kuzco
Pacha
Yzma
Kronk
Atlantis: The Lost Empire
Milo Thatch
Princess Kida
Commander Rourke
Helga Sinclair
Lilo & Stitch:
Stitch
Lilo Pelekai
Nani Pelekai
Jumba
Pleakley
Treasure Planet: (Please Gameloft, I'm begging you...)
Jim Hawkins
John Silver
Captain Amelia
Dr. Delbert Doppler
Brother Bear:
Kenai
Koda
Home on the Range:
Maggie
Mrs. Calloway
Grace
Alameda Slim
Chicken Little:
Chicken Little
Buck Cluck
Meet the Robinsons:
Lewis
Wilbur Robinson
The Bowler Hat Guy
Bolt:
Bolt
Mittens
Rhino
The Princess and The Frog:
Tiana
Prince Naveen
Dr. Facilier
Louis
Mama Odie
Tangled:
Rapunzel
Flynn Rider / Eugene Fitzherbert
Mother Gothel
Wreck-It Ralph:
Wreck-It Ralph
Vanellope Von Schweetz
Fix It Felix
Sergeant Calhoun
King Candy / Turbo
Frozen:
Anna
Elsa
Kristoff
Olaf
Hans
Big Hero 6:
Hiro Hamada
Baymax
Gogo
Wasabi
Honey Lemon
Fred
Zootopia:
Judy Hopps
Nick Wilde
Chief Bogo
Moana:
Moana
Maui
Raya and the Last Dragon:
Raya
Sisu
Namaari
Encanto:
Mirabel Madrigal
The Madrigal Family
Strange World:
Searcher Clade
Ethan Clade
Meridian Clade
Jaeger Clade
Splat
Wish:
Asha
Valentino
King Magnifico
Live Action Movies:
Pirates of the Caribbean:
Captain Jack Sparrow
Will Turner
Elizabeth Swann
Hector Barbossa
Davy Jones
Enchanted:
Giselle
Robert Phillip
Prince Edward
Hocus Pocus:
Mary Sanderson
Sarah Sanderson
Winfred Sanderson
Pixar Movies:
Toy Story:
Woody
Buzz
Jessie
Bo Peep
Monsters Inc.:
James P. Sullivan
Mike Wazowski
Celia Mae
Randall Boggs
Boo
Finding Nemo:
Marlin
Nemo
Dory
Bruce
Hank
The Incredibles:
Mr Incredible
Elastigirl
Dash
Violet
Jack-Jack
Frozone
Syndrome
Edna Mode
Cars:
Lightning McQueen
Ratatouille:
Remy
Wall-E:
Wall-E
EVE
Up:
Carl Fredrickson
Russel
Dug
Kevin
Charles Muntz
Brave:
Merida
Coco:
Miguel Rivera
Hector Rivera
Mama Imelda Rivera
Ernesto De La Cruz
Onward:
Ian Lightfoot
Barley Lightfoot
Soul:
Joe Gardner
22
Luca:
Luca
Alberto
Giulia
Turning Red:
Meilin “Mei” Lee
Elemental:
Ember
Wade
Disney Television Animation Shows:
DuckTales:
Scrooge McDuck
Louie / Dewey / Huey Duck
Launchpad McQuack
Webby Vanderquack
Bentina Beakley
Phineas and Ferb:
Phineas Flynn
Ferb Fletcher
Candace Flynn
Perry the Platypus
Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz
Gravity Falls:
Dipper Pines
Mabel Pines
Grunkle Stan
Soos Ramirez
Wendy Corduroy
Bill Cipher
Amphibia:
Anne Boonchuy
Sprig Plantar
Polly Plantar
Hop Pop Plantar
Sasha Waybright
Marcy Wu
Owl House:
Luz Noceda
Edalyn Clawthorne
King Clawthorne
Amity Blight
Gus Porter
Willow Park
Hunter
Hooty
(The list will be updated whenever any new films release, new characters release in Dreamlight Valley, and when I feel comfortable writing for some of the other shows)
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