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Logan was sent away to school before he could prove himself as a big brother. Before he could play with her enough, make her laugh enough, because everything he did Rose thought was hilarious and fascinating. She crawled everywhere after him, would be walking soon. And he had to go to some stupid fancy boarding school, all because of some lousy scholarship Noah and Vee made him apply for. While Ewan got to see her take her first steps without him? That wasn’t fair.
Noah and Vee only wanted to get him out of the house so they could devote all their time to Rose, all because they lost their own baby girl and only child years and years ago. They wanted to make believe his sister was their daughter. They didn’t want her loving Logan more than them, and it was clear she did. She loved him more than anyone.  So this wasn’t fair at all. 
Logan mewls and whines. This doesn’t work, and he’s sent to school anyway. So he mewls and whines at school, and all that gets him is a cuff to the ear from the Proctor and getting sent to bed with no supper. Boys snicker and call him a crybaby. It isn’t fair.
But then a boy in another dormitory is rushed home quickly, and then another on that same boy’s floor, and the whole school is in quarantine for a week. Doctors come to examine them all, and that’s when Logan hears the magical word whispered from room to room: polio.
His escape hatch.
He is a good actor. His theater teacher thought him a brilliant Winnie the Pooh. He puts on a very good show.
The doctor tells the headmaster the child doesn’t appear infected, but the headmaster wants no chances taken. He’s sent home.
Two weeks pass and it’s evening. The nurse knocks on his and Ewan’s door and tells them quietly that their sister just slipped away. Ewan covers himself with his blanket and curls up tight, turned away from Logan. Logan hears Vee moaning. He can’t bear the sound, it’s creeping into him and taking root.
He runs past Rose’s room quickly, but can’t escape the sight of Vee, moaning ceaselessly, cradling the dead baby with her face buried in the tiny chest. 
Not thinking where he’s heading, Logan finds himself on the back porch. Noah is sitting bent over on the steps. His head is cradled in his hands like Vee cradling Rose. Unlike his wife he makes no sound. He simply rocks on the steps, silently.
Logan sits next to him. He doesn’t know where he finds the courage to speak. “Uncle?”
Noah freezes. In the growing darkness, Logan senses Noah’s hands move off his face. He can feel his eyes on him.
Then he lunges.
The scars are helpful and necessary. They’re his red reminder of what he’d done, and whom he’d left behind that night.
He left behind a whiner, a crybaby, a cringing little coward who got his sister killed. Who shirked his duties so he could play big brother, only to end up murdering that little sister.  He ignored the dangers.
A carrier, the doctor had called him, not knowing Logan was listening behind the door the night she fell ill.
Logan would never ignore the danger again. He would never be called crybaby again. He would never let love weaken him like that again. He wouldn’t love much, but when he did, he’d only allow it to make him strong instead, strong enough to shut out those he feels that love for. Strong enough to save them. Strong enough to keep them close and at arm’s length, always.
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theghostofloganroy · 1 year
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Logan's backstory is even more tragic than I would have envisioned. He really had nobody, I had imagined while he had a hazardous relationship with Uncle Noah who we know was physically abusive towards him, his Aunt on the other-hand might have been kinder to him but that wasn't the case she was probably just as abusive towards him as Noah, so he truly had nobody.
With caregivers like that he never stood a chance.
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Following on that thought, to me Logan and Ewan are Rose Red and Pearl White and then Shiv and Kendall are Roxie and Lady Usher, but also Rose (Roy) and Uncle Noah are Scheherazade/The Victim and Shah Zaman/The Pusher with Logan's shame from being "the photographer who doesn't help". But also I think Ewan/Kendall has shades of The Astronomer with "I always knew you thought you were smarter than me, I always knew you were a snob, why don't you fuck all of your fucking books, etc."
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myplasticadversary · 1 year
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Honestly i trust jesse and the writers a lot but i feel like the show can’t end without giving us more insight into logan’s life before marrying caroline i.e. his childhood, uncle noah, his relationship with ewan, rose’s death, connor’s mom and how he approached fatherhood first time around (what kind of father he was to connor before waystar became the giant enterprise it is). On a similar note, do you think logan ever changed a diaper?
Oops I almost forgot to get to this one! I definitely don't think we're gonna get some kind of big contrived lore infodump or neatly tied up answers, but I do believe they'll keep dropping more of those nuggets that help to suggest a fuller picture. For one thing they set up that podcast and that's gotta be pretty substantial. As for the last bit, you know, maybe! I could see it way back in the beginning, though even then Connor's mom was still probably wealthy enough to pay people to do that for them and I don't imagine Logan would be interested in doing those kind of tasks if he didn't have to.
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tapedsleeves · 1 month
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Updated VGK Playoff primer
I left off Robin Lehner, who hasn't played in 2 years, who is, by all rights, signed through next year. He hasn't played in 2 years even though I deeeeeeply love him. I miss panda so much. I also left off all the guys who got traded over the summer or aren't playing anymore (Phil Kessel, Teddy Blueger, Nolan Patrick, Reilly Smith, Laurent Brossoit) Rip our wives, but none of them have played at all this year, so.
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soupandsorcery · 18 days
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Day 13 - Talisman, 763 words
They move to the couch again, keeping a distance from each other. Jamie would have this conversation curled up in Roy's lap if he could, but he can tell Roy needs some space right now, and that's okay.
He can give him that if it means he's going to tell Jamie what's going on in that beard-y head of his.
Wearing Roy's shirt still helps. It smells like him, and it's comfortable. Jamie lets his fingers stroke over the fabric, soft from being worn often, and it's a sort of talisman against the nerves still squirming in his gut.
"You ain't getting any younger, granddad," he teases, gently urging Roy on.
Roy grunts in response, his lips turning up at the corners. "I'm sorry," he says in that low, rumbling voice of his. "I know I'm being a prick. I keep trying to make decisions for you because— Fuck. Because you've got all this fucking potential, and there was no one around when I was your age to tell me not to run myself into fucking the ground or to stop and fucking think sometimes. I guess I got it in my head that I needed to do that for you."
Jamie's quiet for a moment, suddenly overcome with even more fondness for this prickly twat. Always wanting the best for Jamie, but somehow blind to the fact that he's on the list.
"I appreciate it, you know that, yeah? Everything you've done for me, all the ways you push me. Even when you're not letting me have any fun. I know you're doing it because you care."
"I do," Roy agrees softly. "I fucking care about you a lot. Probably too much."
"No such thing, Roy."
"There is," Roy insists. "Trust me. Me and Keeley...It was too much. I cared too much. Wanted to be around her all the time. She didn't like that." He turns his face away, and it's clear how much that still fucks with Roy's head.
"I'm not Keeley, though? I mean, I love her—not like that," Jamie rushes to say. "But she's...dunno. She's got her whole independent boss bitch thing going on, right? She wants to spread her wings and take the world by storm."
"And you don't?" Roy asks.
Jamie hums. Considers. "I do, yeah. I want to keep winning and keep showing off and keep being fucking amazing at what I do, but...I don't wanna do it alone, Roy. I want you to be there for all of it. You ever notice that we already spend basically all day together anyway?"
Roy snorts. "I've fucking noticed. You're always underfoot somewhere."
"Fuck off, you love it. And at the end of the day, I still wanna follow you home.
"You mean that." It's not phrased like a question, but Jamie can still hear the wonder in Roy's tone.
"Yeah, mate," he replies gently. "I wasn't kidding when I said I'm pretty gone on you. That's just...what that looks like for me. You make me feel good. Safe, like. I fucking love how intense you are about shit that matters. Makes me feel like I matter."
Roy exhales in a messy rush, but he finally looks at Jamie again. "You do matter," he says seriously. And then, "I do want you, Jamie. A whole fucking lot. I want you to follow me home, and I want to make you dinner. I want to be able to show you how fucking proud I am of you sometimes, when you're such a brilliant little prick out there on the pitch. I want to fuck you into my mattress again, and make good on your dream of me fucking you over the couch. Hell, I want to fuck you in every fucking room of my house. On every fucking surface."
"Fucking hell, Roy," Jamie breathes, smacked in the face by another wave of need.
"Too much?"
"Fuck no. Not complaining. You're just fucking getting me hot, and I'm gonna be properly pissed off if you're about to try to let me down easy."
"No. No, I want—I want to fucking do this. If you can put up with me being a miserable prick all the time."
He's quoting Jamie with that, and being so fucking open and honest that it takes Jamie's breath away. The worry of the last few days is melting away, and Jamie feels lighter than ever. They're going to work, the two of them, and it's going to be fucking mint.
"Nah," he says, grinning. "Gonna make you a whole lot less miserable instead."
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loverboyromanroy · 2 years
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roy siblings + “other people’s weddings" by noah hawley
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thatdude-noah · 6 months
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i'm thinking about succession again and i'm thinking about how roman was portrayed as so childish in the last two episodes. how he gets emotional and immediately crumbles, acts like he's a kid again. he needs the comfort of his mom and his siblings. he needs to escape from the facade of being a serious businessman because that isn't him, it's always just been a persona he could put on. he never got the chance to grow up, so some part of him is always stunted, always stuck at being a little kid. he's always the little brother, the little boy, and he'll never grow out of that.
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uncannybroker · 5 months
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Bro lied
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secretnook · 11 months
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Remember when I said give me a Ted Lasso character and I’ll give you a Noah Kahan lyric that fits them? Well I took it one step further…. Im in pain… 🥹
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squash1 · 1 year
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three headed gay person
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Disclaimer I know this stems only from my personal headcanon, but it drives me crazy to think that Logan raised Shiv to be tough and independent so she wouldn't end up like Rose under Noah’s thumb, yet only tried a little with Kendall but mostly forced him, the one actually most like Rose, to be dependent on him like Noah did with Rose.
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theghostofloganroy · 10 months
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I sometimes wonder what Noah used on logan for him to have scars that deep and prominent seven decades later and it turns my stomach.
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sevennone · 26 days
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240503 DAL@VGK | man of the hour receives endless love & affection
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tapedsleeves · 27 days
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noah's goal against dallas, game 6, May 3, 2024 & the ensuing cellys
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