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lunar-years · 1 day
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Twitter people are very upset about this. I, however, am chuckling.
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lasshoe · 2 days
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seated for challengers
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There’s a scene in Criminal Minds where an HR rep comes to give a presentation on sexual harassment in the workplace and it’s clearly based on actual behavior from Morgan and Garcia.
So now I’m imagining a similar situation with Roy and Jamie. All of Richmond AFC sitting through mandatory harassment training when the slide comes up of “Examples of Innapropriate Behaviour” and it’s like:
1. Asking coworkers to tie strings around their genitalia
2. Tying colleagues to a bicycle and yelling “mush”
3. Making employees repeat degrading remarks about their own appearance
And Roy’s just like:
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snailpicnic · 1 day
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laiqualaurelote · 2 days
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Ok but for the file thing, I'm DYING to know more about "The first thing Isaac chopped in half with his hand was the BELIEVE sign" pls <3
thank you for this ask for the WIP game! this is an extremely cracky AU in which the Richmond Players all start manifesting superpowers.
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The first thing Isaac chopped in half with his hand was the BELIEVE sign. The second was Zoreaux.
To be fair to Isaac, he had failed to chop Jamie in half. (More on this later.) Thus, while Jamie went off to sulk and Zoreaux ambled up to poke at the broken sign saying, “Maybe we can make a new one?” Isaac thought nothing of clapping him on the back and replying, “Sure thing, bruv.”
His hand went through Zoreaux like a hot knife through butter. Zoreaux didn’t exactly fall apart, but he did sort of peel away in two halves like a melted clock in a Dalí painting. He was screaming the whole time. It was the modern art mash-up nobody wanted to see.
Isaac gaped at him in horror. The other players were yelling. “Bro! What did you do!”
“I didn’t – ” began Isaac. 
Zoreaux was still screaming. Weirdly, there was no blood or anything. The edges of him seemed to have been pinched off, like Play-doh.
“We must put him back together!” shouted Dani. He and Richard were on their knees, trying to jam the two halves of Zoreaux back together, only Zoreaux seemed to be drooping and stretching through their fingers. “Mon dieu,” gasped Richard. “He is like cheese! But not good cheese! Like the cheap mozzarella from Pizza Express!”
“Osti de tabarnak de sacrament!” shrieked Zoreaux. “What the fuck is happening!”
“I got the duct tape!” called Will, rushing in. He tossed the roll to Sam, who began trying to tape Zoreaux back together as the rest of the players rushed in to try and help. 
“Wait, wait.” Something was happening as Sam’s hands brushed against the halves of Zoreaux. They seemed to be melding back together. “Sam!” cried Dani. “It’s you! You are healing him!”
“Wow,” said Sam, staring at his hands as they knit Zoreaux back together. “Wait, I need to make sure he’s aligned properly. Can I get more light?”
Everyone was temporarily blinded as Dani burst into a blazing ball of brilliance.
“...okay,” said Sam after some time, “way more light than I needed, but thank you.”
“De nada, Sam!” 
It was at this point that Trent Crimm walked into the room. He stopped and put on his glasses, as if that would clarify the tableau of the AFC Richmond team duct-taping their cloven goalkeeper together while one of their strikers was blazing like a lighthouse beacon and their captain stood in the corner with his hands apologetically raised in the air. 
“What,” said Trent, “the actual fuck?”
*
Trent’s first thought was that he would have to re-pitch his book as a fantasy novel, because nobody was going to take it seriously as non-fiction any more.
“So you’ve got healing hands,” he repeated to Sam.
“I think so?” Sam stared at his hands. “Or maybe I just have the ability to stick things back together. I don’t know. Perhaps I should test it on another injury?”
Across the locker room, O’Brien cleared his throat. “Sam? Can you touch my butt?”
Trent and the players turned to stare at him. 
“Not for gay reasons,” O’Brien clarified. “For science.”
“Both of those are valid,” said Sam. “I would be happy to touch your butt for you.”
Trying to ignore O’Brien casually dropping trou in the corner, Trent removed his spectacles and pinched the bridge of his nose. Dani’s brightness was giving him a migraine. “I’m sorry, bruv,” said Isaac to Zoreaux for the thousandth time.
“It’s okay,” said Zoreaux. They had yet to remove the duct tape, just in case, so he looked like a very poorly-wrapped package. “It didn’t actually hurt. I was just freaking out, bro.”
Babatunde was holding on to Zoreaux’s little finger and walking across the room while Bumbercatch followed him with a measuring tape to see how far the finger could stretch. “Three metres!” yelled Bumbercatch as Richard tried to cross the room to his locker and ended up having to do the limbo under the finger. “Okay, take it around the corner!”
“I just thought,” went on Isaac, “‘cos I touched Jamie, and I didn’t chop him in half…” He trails off.
“What?” said Jamie. And then, as Isaac made a move towards him, “Whoa! Are you fucking mental?”
“Sorry.” Isaac backed off. 
“Could I test a theory?” ventured Trent. “Bearing in mind that I mean this as a purely scientific inquiry.”
“Sure,” said Jamie. “Whatev – oi!” he yelled as Trent stabbed him in the hand with his pen.
The pen snapped in two. Ink splattered over Jamie’s hand, the skin of which remained unbroken. Jamie screwed up his nose. “That’s disgusting, man.”
“I think you’re invulnerable, Jamie,” said Trent.
Jamie considered this. “That mean I can’t be hurt?”
“I believe so, yes. We’ll have to run more tests to be sure.”
“Huh,” said Jamie. “Sick.”
“It worked!” O’Brien yelled from across the room. “It’s a miracle! I’m healed!”
“Okay,” said Trent wearily, “so we’ve got…five superpowers that have manifested so far. Anybody else feel a superpower coming on?”
“I got one,” called out Jan Maas. “I’m always right.”
The locker room erupted in laughter. “Shut the fuck up, Jan Maas,” they chorused.
Jan shrugged. “I’m just saying.”
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jopzer · 14 hours
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oooo could we get a s3 jamie in his england national team kit???
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sorry this took. checks watch. two and a half months. also sorry i got distracted by ass.
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mitskijamie · 3 days
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The truth is autism, does speak. And usually it's about the city of Amsterdam.
AMSTERDAM'S ORIGINS DATE BACK TO THE THIRTEENTH CENTURY!!!!!!!!!!!! MAD, INNIT???????
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fanficfanattic · 8 hours
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Okay, so I just learned something new. Maybe y’all already knew.
But once a player has been subbed off, they can’t play again in that match. At all.
So when Ted benched Jamie, it wasn’t just that he did so with one minute before the half. Which was clearly to Send a Message. It meant he wasn’t playing any more at all that day. So he got 44/90 minutes.
I mean, Jamie stormed off the pitch. So it wasn’t like I had expected him to play in the second half. But he straight up couldn’t have.
I had to check rules over with @abubblingcandle (thanks!). Cause I had wondered if having a different starter for the second half still counted as a substitution. It does! So Jamie wasn’t playing any more whenever it was that Roberts went on.
It is just more obvious (and harsh) to sub him when there was still play on the pitch. More of a statement.
But that being the last game he played for Richmond before the cancellation of his loan was also a statement. Just one that Ted never meant to actually make. Rebecca understood the ramifications though.
Which is part of what really gets me. Ted’s lack of knowledge about British Football did harm to his players. Several second teamers left between season one and two. And their worth was diminished by no longer being Premier League players. 😬😭
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Roy Kent admitting that “all” he can think about when kissing Keeley is Jamie makes me feral.
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if Roy is trying to fuck Jamie through Keeley.
Like a weird psycho-sexual hetero-acceptable way to fuck Jamie.
I don’t even have the thought fully fleshed out (and this is in no way meant to disparage Keeley, I adore her) but I can’t help but think about it more than is healthy
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jamiesfootball · 15 hours
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🌹🌷🌻
Got brain wave today and wrote a fic. Like a whole fic, start to finish. Transcribing it as we speak but here's a snippet of it:
He cupped Jamie’s face between his hands. “See, you pass to Zava, and Zava scores. Zava scores; Zava wins. Everyone is happy. Even you.” He shook Jamie’s head for him. “See how much better it feels when you do not fight it?”
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bookishblerb · 23 hours
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RoyJamie X imgonnagetyouback
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izzyspussy · 3 days
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ficwip word: motion
Jamie walks on his knees across the pitch, watches with a thrill and a spike of heat as Roy's jaw drops. He's speechless, motionless, when Jamie comes to kneel between his feet. Speechless, motionless, and - when Jamie sneaks a glance before averting his eyes respectfully back to Roy's face - hard.
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lanniisters · 6 hours
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*has a panic attack but in a hot girl way*
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goodmorninglovelies42 · 20 hours
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Being an ot3 shipper today is like being in the middle of a battlefield between RoyKeeley and RoyJamie shippers. Guys, we don’t need to fight! We can have it ALL.
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🌻🌷🌹
(The one with 😬 was an accident!)
“Is the water warm enough?” Sam asked, eying his friend wearily.
Jamie nodded as the chattering of his teeth slowly decreased.
“And your knee feels okay like this? I could put a towel under it in the bath or I could hold it up or-”
Jamie encircled Sam’s wrist with a still too cold and now wet hand, stilling his excited energy and nodded again.Sam briefly wondered if Jamie was too tired, too upset, too overstimulated to speak but then he said, “Yeah, yeah it’s good. Thanks, mate, I can manage if you want–”
“I want to help,” Sam said, cutting him off, maybe too quickly. He was prepared for this, prepared to personally fight Jamie’s demons to allow the kindness of a friend, but suddenly he was feeling his position as tenuous. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
Sam was well aware Jamie had issues accepting help for things he had been conditioned against lest he look soft to his abusive father. Everyday he was greeted with something new this world had conditioned men to view as other, and Sam was never more grateful for the love and support his father and his family had raised him with, never instilling any of the toxic masculinity traits he and his teammates so often tried not to conform to. Jamie had not been lucky enough to have a father like Ola, and so while Sam wanted to do everything he could to help his friend, he also did not want to force him into doing something he would feel uncomfortable with and make the situation worse when he was injured.
“No, this is nice,” Jamie said, releasing his wrist and giving Sam a small smile. “Thank you.”
Relief and optimism flooded through the length of Sam’s body as he returned the smile.
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instantcaramel · 23 hours
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