the way i see it, colin has three options for handling the repercussions of kissing michael on the pitch in front of everyone:
gatekeep: by some miracle no one caught the kiss on camera so colin's sexuality is kept between him and any fans who happened to be on the pitch near him. the safest option.
girlboss: keeley gets the pr challenge of a lifetime handling the story of the first active premier league player to come out as gay. rebecca is tall and powerful and intimidating in the press room making it clear that richmond stands behind colin one thousand percent. the most realistic option.
gaslight: straight-up blatantly lying. not because he's ashamed or because he thinks he can actually convince anyone that the kiss didn't happen, but just because he refuses to let it be a big deal. acts like he has no idea what anyone is talking about if asked anything related to his sexuality. he doesn't claim to be straight, mind you, he just pretends to be extremely confused about why they're asking because he never kissed anyone in the middle of a football pitch at the end of an internationally-televised game? when presented with photo and video proof of the kiss he says that was some other richmond player named hughes who wears a number 12 jersey. you don't know him, he goes to another school. the funniest option.
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Sure, George is the third wheel.
If by third wheel you mean the front wheel of a tricycle friendship, which falls apart immediately if you remove even one of said wheels, and the little toddler riding it ends up with a face-full of pavement and disappointment. The whole of 35 Portland Row would probably be reduced to ashes without him, at this point.
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How i envisioned Danny's ghost form/Phantom in my Danyal Al Ghul au (images at bottom of post). His ghost form has some pr heavy influence from the League, because I thought it'd be neat + to kinda show how even after four years, the League still had some kind of impact on who is he as a person. Plus some milder Robin influence in his boots and the cape (which i meant to be split down the middle to have some kind of 'bird wing' silhouette) as a way to indicate his lingering desire to meet his dad.
The pauldron lookin-thing on his upper chest is based off certain Danny Phantom designs I see that give him that white,,, marking,,, thing. I've been calling it the Jedi Chestplate because it reminds me of the clone wars Jedi armor. So like, slight homage to his hazmat suit.
(not pictured: his thermos and his sword)
behold! the judgmental lil shit (affectionate) himself
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Aight, here's the end of my infamous crush saga:
So. For Valentine's I got him a gift: a typed out letter, some cookies, and a heart in his favourite colour with his initial I crocheted.
The thing is, I wanted to do it anonymously, and getting the box into his backpack when no one's looking is just too risky, you know?
So I thought hey, why not give it to his mom?
I met her like, twice. But she seemed really nice and I trusted her that she wouldn't tell him.
So during free period, I handed the box to her, told her not to tell him it's from me, and she agreed happily.
2 days later. I get a message from him.
Which itself is shocking enough.
Turns out, he found out it's from me. Don't know if his mom told him or if I'm just too obvious, but he did. He thanked me for the cookies and the letter, said it was probably one of the nicest things he ever read. He said he also found it really courageous of me, and that he wouldn't be able to do the same.
And then went to the main point:
He doesn't like me back.
But he said it so respectfully. He explained that there's a girl who's currently on a year long exchange programm in the USA who shares the romantic feelings he holds for her. They already planned ahead what they wanna do when she gets back and all.
He apologised. He said he hopes we can still get along well as classmates.
He also texted my friend, apologising to her for treating me like a jerk, which he didn't.
I kind of wish he did, though. Then it'd be easier to get over him and all. But when he's rejecting me so kindly, so respectfully? It doesn't lessen the feelings I hold for him. It just makes it worse, actually.
Thing is, I never expected, never wanted to get into a relationship with him or whatever. Not like this at least, not now, not here. All I wanted was to spark a little joy in his life, I guess.
And I did, so I feel accomplished.
And I replied just like that.
I'm glad it's happening now, so I can get over him faster. I haven't cried over it, not yet at least, sometimes it just takes time for a shock to actually settle in.
But I don't feel like it's the end of the world either. It's an opportunity for me to start over, to get my shit back together.
I thought these feelings would last forever, but I think, like this, life would be better.
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Why was I made this way?
full text (its bella monologue sunday!):
"I'm always here to help." That's what I always say! But sometimes, I have to wonder, well… why else am I here? Whenever I fall down or… or have one of those bad days, I just think, "Well, there's work tomorrow." Hm? Oh, it's not that bad. You get used to it. But anyways, sometimes it just makes me think - what am I? Outside of being your Captain-… I know my name. But what's my purpose? What's the meaning of all my time here? Because so many horrible things keep happening. So many- so many spikes, penetrating straight through my mind; so many things made to laugh and jeer at me; "You couldn't do it! You never could. Never." What else was I possibly made for other than to help you? I wasn't born the way a person was. I was built like a machine, all my life… So why.. Why do I feel anything? Why does everything just drag me down? Why can't I let go of everything I feel while everyone else diligently works? It's tiring. Really tiring. So why couldn't I have just been built out of metal and wires instead? Why couldn't they have just made me a machine? A perfect, unfeeling metal body. Noone could ever hurt me again. I'd never have to cry; to deliberate; to feel guilty about anything… Why? Why was I made this way? Why am I a human being at all in this place… if not to fail..?
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