So like. Jamie comes to watch one of Phoebe's matches, and she completely eats shit the entire time. Can hardly hold onto the ball for two seconds, trips over her own feet more than once, shoots twice and misses both times, passes to the wrong person, etc. and her team is just completely annihilated. Like. 0-7 annihilated. Demolished
As soon as time is called, she immediately walks off the pitch in tears and goes to Roy, who of course picks her up in her wet, muddy kit and kisses her forehead and tells her not to worry, there's always next week, she did him proud going out there and giving it everything she had, etc.
And Phoebe looks so small and innocent and pitiful, crying and cold and wet in her tiny little kit, and she's already so disappointed in herself and heartbroken over the score and all she wants is comfort and warmth and Roy gives her that without even thinking about it because she's a fucking child and it's a fucking game. And she knows he'll pick her up and comfort her so intrinsically that she doesn't hesitate a single moment.
Jamie just watches them and thinks about all the hours he spent crying inconsolably in locker rooms after losses, so anxious he'd throw up, stalling, not wanting to leave because he knew his father would be waiting for him when he did. Knowing there would be no comfort until he could see Georgie again.
And seeing it from the other side - being the adult in the situation - just gives him this renewed wave of fury and disgust for his father because how could anyone. How could anyone look at a precious, defenseless little child in that state, crying and desperate for comfort, and beat and berate them until they bled and cried and begged for forgiveness. Over a fucking game. How could you even think to do that. How could anyone.
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hands down, one of the worst things about being an adult living alone is that when you get sick you have to clean up your own puke. not in an “i don’t want to do this gross thing” way, but in an “everyone deserves to have someone helping to take care of them when they’re sick” way
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infidelity is so hot in fiction I'm sorry i ❤️ cheaters. art cheating on tashi and the guilt he feels but he can't stay away, tashi cheating on art because she wants what she wants and she wants you, cheating on your boyfriend or husband with patrick because you're weak when it comes to him and no one fucks you as good as he does - good fucking food it's so delicious and flavorful.
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I wanna cry!!
Why you may ask??? Well my dear animals/otherkins
This is what we call online bullying and what is that you may ask??? When anti therians follow your page and harass you kn your videos! When they make fun of you saying your going to hell, and how I'm going to be hurt by God and also how I'm under that age in 11 (I actually older then that shocker) but hey! Ima repress all that emotional baggage and let it out alone!
Why? Because all my friends can't comfort anyone for shit ofccc! Not hating on them buttttt it's very much hard to exist
But anyways how's yalls lives?
(I'm so sorry if my friends read this!!)
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One of my many Lesboy experiences is having a oc that is actually just a queer happiness fantasy that uses she/it/him because you know for a fact most people would just she/her or at best he/him and never ever use it/its no matter what nor ever use the pronouns interchangeably.
it's so interesting to see the different ways people will avoid calling someone by specific pronouns. if you use it/its alongside she, he, or they people will always ever refer to you by one of those three depending on how they see you. if you're afab and use she/they people will only use she, but if you're afab and use he/they people will only use they. if people have the option to refer to you by your birth gender they will, but if not they'll settle for a "middle ground" by they/theming and avoiding using any gendered terms on you, even if you don't use those pronouns and would prefer gendered terms. it's weird
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