#but anyway giggling blushing twirling my hair kicking my feet etc

[djo]

PEDRO PASCAL as JAVI GUTIERREZ  The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022)

[sieglinde-freud]

hey guys i just beat fire emblem fates revelation again. feels good. what do you mean “beat chapter 18 and continue progression” what the hell is that

[sparklepirate]

"At that moment, he ceased to think of Sarros as a person. Rather, the man became a thing, a problem to be solved, quickly and without hesitation."

This is already such a fascinating I sight into Murtagh's psyche and it makes so so much sense. Based on everything we've seen about him, he really seems to loathe killing and violence, and yet he never hesitates to do so when it's needed. This really staunch compartmentalization is just what he's always needed to do to survive these situations. Interesting.

[m-y-fandoms]

Mondo Oowada x an effeminate male S/O

Request: Oml heyyy may I request a Mondo x male! S/O (imagine or headcanons i don't really know the difference dkfjlds) where the s/o is very feminine and tries to get Mondo to do feminine things? Painting nails, etc.

Of course! This was gonna be a head canon post but I just kept writing so I turned it into an imagine. The bullet points were getting too long LMAO, but it does include some personal headcanons throughout. And thank you for giving me my first ever request! Means the world to me! - Mod Kokichi

Imagine below the keep reading cut! SFW and no spoilers included~

     Your first day at Hope’s Peak Academy as the Ultimate Tailor, you got teased a bit. It was inevitable. You were the new transfer student, fresh meat to pick on, and you were a dude in a skirt, a doubly enticing threat to bullies. Immature high-schoolers were always going to whisper and glare at the ones willing to step outside the norm.

     On one of your first days there, during a particularly ruthless bullying session, the school’s hall monitor and student council president, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, stepped in after noticing the noise, breaking up the situation by standing between you and your oppressors.

     “Bullying is not supported in this progressive and nurturing school environment!” Taka’s loud and volatile personality always made quick work of the school’s trouble-makers. He spun quickly around to you, inviting you to spend lunch at his table for your trouble.

     You hesitantly agreed, but were glad you did in the end. That day, you met Taka’s best friend, Mondo Owada, a toothpick between his teeth and his feet kicked up onto the lunch table as he fixed his perfectly styled hair.

     You immediately found him extremely attractive: the sharp jaw, the bit of chest hanging out the top of his tank top. Quickly, you fell into their little friend group full of excitable and extroverted men. There were random stragglers to your lunch table on certain days, with Akane and Shuichi tagging along occasionally, but the main staples that ate with you every single day were Fuyuhiko, Mondo, Taka, Kaito, and Nekomaru, subconsciously scaring away anyone who wanted to start shit.

     You weren’t nearly as close to the rest of them as you were with Mondo, however. You often found yourself leaning against his chair, sharing your packed lunch with him, entranced when he laughed.

    He found himself always hanging out with you, shootin’ the breeze, smoking up on the roof after classes, putting his hand around your shoulder when you told a joke that made him and Taka crack up at lunch. He kept many secrets of yours, and promised to take them to his grave.

     When you came out to him as someone who likes men, he stuttered his response a little, but pulled it together.

     “It takes a real man to admit what his heart’s feelin’, S/O, you can be sure your secret’s safe with me until you’re ready to tell everyone else.” Feeling the atmosphere become awkward out there alone on the rooftop, he quickly changed the subject “So, Ultimate Tailor, huh? Shit’s pretty sick. Seen some of your clothing designs out in the art wing’s showcase. Don’t tailors just tighten up and fix a person’s clothes, though?” You smiled at his interest in your field.

     “Uh, yeah, normally I think they take in and size up clothes, b-but,” you put a hand to the back of your neck, nervous with his complete attention on you, “ I think some make designs from scratch, I have always loved making my own clothes. Maybe I should just be the Ultimate Fashionista instead of Enoshima…” you giggled, feigning envy humorously. Mondo smirked.

   “Yeah, maybe you should. You gotta design me a new coat sometime. This one’s seen better days.” You both looked at the dirt caked at the bottom of his coat, permanent stains throughout, and loose threads hanging in random places.

     “F-for sure!” You grinned.

     Your days returned to normal, lunch together and group hangouts after school, but something was different...to Mondo at least. He had to admit, to himself only of course, that he felt a little jealous of you. You could just come out and tell him who you are inside. He could never be that open. He usually was the one keeping secrets, not expressing them. But then, he caught himself. Why should he feel jealous...he was a simple guy, he didn’t even have any secrets or desires to share, even with who would listen. He brushed it off as just his normal hot-headed mindset, and packed up his stuff in his bag for the day.

     But the next few days, his eyes would linger on you even more, and he would become uncomfortable, his insides warm, his head clouded with that same envy tugging at his heart strings. In the hallway after last period, he kicked his locker, frustrated at this knot in his head and mind. What the fuck is up with him. Then it clicked…

     “It takes a real man to admit what his heart’s feelin’.”

     The next day, he pulled you out to the rooftop, his cheeks red and his heart beating wildly. You waited patiently, sitting down, figuring you were just in for another hang out session like usual, and pulled out your homework from third period, until he began to speak.

     “L-look man, I have been thinkin’, ever since you told me you’re into dudes…”

     Oh no...your head dropped expectantly. You felt like this was bound to come eventually, no matter what. He was this macho dude and hung around you all the time. It must be bothering him, ruining his rep-

     “That shit takes heart, like I said before, and I owe you my truth too, r-right, since you trusted me with yours?” He startled you, looking for validation. Mondo only stuttered when he was pissed and screaming, but he looked nervous now, a look of begging to be understood that you empathized with all too well.

     “I…” he looked out over the roof. Stop being a little bitch, Mondo, he seethed internally. “Fuck, I don’t know, man. I like you? I want us to be more than just friends. I mean, you’re cool as my bro, but…” He didn’t expect you to reach out and take his hand hesitantly, his cheeks flushing. You didn’t want his evident struggle to drag out until he blew a fuse.

     “I think that sounds ‘sick’ ” you mused, taking up one of his favorite sayings. He nodded, a arm around your shoulder, unable to look you in the eyes. But he felt a wave of peace run over him.

     Your close friends immediately picked up on this new relationship, seeing you lean on Mondo a little harder at lunch, Mondo’s blush as he rested his hand on yours over the table. Nekomaru slapped your shoulder loudly that first day as a new couple, almost shattering the bone there. He laughed, saying he couldn’t wait for you two to just finally admitted your feelings. A team works smoother when everyone is on the same page, after all.

     Weeks passed, and inside school, there was little issue. It’s the 21st century. Most were accepting of your obvious relationship. Those bigots who weren’t didn’t try anything. No stupid ass student was picking on a dude with Mondo, Taka, Fuyuhiko, Kaito and Nekomaru at his back.

     The problems started to arise when Mondo took you on rides on his bike, to his gang’s HQ or stomping grounds in general. That was the outside world, not an institution of modern and formal learning like Hope’s Peak. Japan itself was a little behind western society in terms of LGBT acceptance, and like the rest of the world, had a long ways to go.

     With Mondo being the leader of a biker gang, a setting known for violence, masculinity, grit, toughness, and a yakuza-like brotherhood of men, it just wasn’t an environment most conducive to openly gay relationships, but no one in the gang dared to call out Mondo, knowing how hot-headed he is and ultimately respecting him as their leader. They owed him unconditional loyalty.

     That was, until one day, a rather cheeky second-in-command saw you filing your nails, sitting in Mondo’s lap on a couch at HQ, and decided he’d had enough. He confronted you both in front of everyone, all eyes on you, making you shrink back into Mondo’s chest.

     “Eh, boss. If you’re gonna have a dude in a fucking dress doin’ his nails and twirling like a princess on your dick, why not just date a chick? This is gettin’ a little embarassin.” He spoke angrily. Mondo was taken aback, not used to being challenged by his men, obviously the alpha of his pack. He paused, struggling to find a response.

     “What’s the fuckin’ issue?! Like most of you idiots aren’t so close that you might as well be tuggin’ each other’s dicks anyway!” He spat defensively, refusing to take back talk from a subordinate. He looked down to your shaking form in his lap, seeing that you were obviously disappointed with his response and looked up at him with a bit of anger, tears at the corner of your eyes.

Why was he defending his rep, and attacking the man back? He should be defending the relationship, and pushing forward acceptance. It made you feel like he wasn’t proud of you, ashamed of what you two had become.

     He saw this in your eyes and hated himself, changing his stance quickly. He scooped you up from under your thighs from his lap and set you on the couch beside him. He stood, stepping up to the out-of-line gang member, chest out, looking down on him with malice.

     “Maybe you’ve forgotten your place, yeah? You forget who’s in charge? I’m involved with S/O, he’s with me, so he’s part of the gang. You’re gonna accept that, or there’s gonna be trouble to deal with, got me? What, you such a pussy that you can’t accept shit if it ain’t what you expect it to be?!” The second-in command cowered, breaking eye contact with Mondo, and the rest of the onlooking members returning to what they were doing. “Now, we got any other issues?”

     When Mondo drove you home on his bike hours later, you sat behind him as always, but squeezed onto his waist a little tighter than usual, and his heart beat proudly, knowing for once he was sure he did the right thing. You two rode silently, you pecking his cheek before slipping inside your house. He walked back to his bike, blushing like mad, and you two texted all night.

     The very next week, Mondo was over at your house for the first time, doing homework in your room. Well, that’s what you were supposed to be doing. Mondo wasn’t exactly the model student, much the the chagrin of his best friend Taka, and you just weren’t in the mood. And so you sat, him eating some chips from your pantry, watching you paint your nails on your bed, a towel to catch loose drips under your flattened out palm. You looked up to him, smiling at having his full attention on you as per usual when you were alone..

     “Want me to paint yours next?” It just slipped out. You didn’t really mean it. A guy like Mondo wouldn’t want that, surely, but you figured it wouldn’t harm to tease him. To your surprise, he responded rather quickly.

     “I seen Kaito walkin’ around this week with that shit on his nails. Maki apparently forced him to after he lost a bet to her. Didn’t look that bad, actually. Kinda looked sick with his jacket, all purple and shit,” he paused to think, “ fuck it, sure. But no pastel shit, yeah?” Your heart leapt with excitement. There’s no way you expected him to answer in a positive manner, but in this relationship, you quickly learned that you often underestimated Mondo, and let his macho-biker-gang persona leave you biased. You didn’t want people judging you by your sexuality or the eyeliner you wore, and suddenly felt hypocritical for ever pre-judging your big motorcylce-head of a boyfriend.

     Mondo held his hands out after you finished, observing the slick coat of black polish that covered his once grisly and battered nails. Yes, you had to manicure them real quick to even get the polish to stick. They had dirt under them and the cuticles were disgusting.

     “Hell yeah.” he simply spoke, smirking before pulling you in to lean on him as you finally pulled out your homework.

     Weeks turned into months, and soon Mondo was watching you get your ears pierced again in a new place, then sitting in the chair to get his done. He took you, in turn, to get “ink that matched your bitchin’ sense of style” as he put it. The tattoo didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would, and certainly inspired you to design clothes that showed it off and accentuated it.

[forthestarprinces]

Heacanon Idea. 💕

Hello! <3 So excited to see more SCM posts from you. I have a headcannon in mind, perhaps of one where the gods react to after watching MC play during a sport event? (Cheerleading, Soccer, Figure Skating, Etc)I think that this would be a very humorous and sweet headcannon to do. Thank you.😊

sure can! thanks so much for being interested and i hope i don’t disappoint! enjoy!! and the first ever blog posts goes to you!!! ;)

Leon: To say watching your ballet was enticing would be an understatement. You had asked him to come to your opening night at the theater, and he had agreed. He figured you would be a blushing mess on the stage, fumbling through the motions of the dances, like when you snuck into the ball in the heavens. How wrong he was; when he saw your face, expressive though not in the least bit nervous, he was shocked. You actually looked…what was the word you had used when describing seeing him at work? Ah, yes, cool. Your movements were graceful, and the way that your body bends and twists and leaps to the piece was shocking. For someone so clumsy, who knew you could manage to actually be limber?

“Wow! The ballerina in the swan costume is so beautiful, I’ve never seen anything like her before!” exclaimed one excited patron, causing Leon to zero in on you. He felt a surge of pride go through him at the compliment. That’s my goddess, you foolish goldfish. Of course she’s beautiful; she is my one and only love.

He continued to watch your play with adoring eyes, his gaze pinned to you. You never once faltered. His grip on the flowers he got for you tightened as the show drew to a close. During bows he watched as your eyes search the crowd, eventually meeting his. He smirks and claps for you, and you blush scarlet as flowers are thrown onto the stage and shouts of your name rise in the theater.

And well, if he tested your flexibility later, it was your own fault for not telling him sooner.

Scorpio: He sat on the bench as you glided across the ice, leaping and twirling backwards to face him and grin as you landed on one foot. He rolled his eyes but couldn’t deny how silly you looked with your eyes trained on him.

“Come on, Scorpio,” you call from the ice, skating across the ice towards him. You grab onto the wall and pout. “It’s boring to be here all alone. Come in and skate with me.”

“No.” Was his automatic reply.

“Please.”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No means no, woman.”

“Pretty pretty please with an bunny-shaped apple on top?”

“Absolutely not.”

You sigh and shove yourself off the wall, turning around. You knew exactly how to get on his nerves. And so without looking back, you say, “You know, if only Ichthys was here. He’d definitely skate with me.”

Scorpio glared at you, seething. “Stupid fucking woman, always testing me and spewin’ bullshit,” he mutters as he takes off his shoes. He continues to grumble and keep an eye on you as he ties the skates on and makes his way to the entrance. He holds tightly on the wall and calls out to you. “Are you happy now? Is this what it takes for you to shut your trap?”

You whirl around, your eyes sparkling as you quickly make your way over to him. You grip on to his arm and pull him out.

“W-wait! You stupid woman!” he cries as he holds tightly onto your forearms as he almost falls over. You giggle and meet his gaze.

“Why, do my eyes deceive me?” you ask in a dramatic tone. “The great, renowned, truly inspiring Vice Minister of the Punishments Department, all-powerful god of the zodiac, ruler of Scorpio, doesn’t know how to skate? Is scared to fall?”

He glares at you and shoves off, only to quickly regret it as he falls on his face automatically. You howl with laughter, and skate off laughing, all the while mocking him.

“Tsk! You’ll pay for this, you damn idiot!” he roars as he tries to get up and fails, falling back onto the ice. You skate by and kick artificial ice onto his face.

Regardless of how graceful or cute you looked, he was going to kill you. As soon as he could get up and catch you.

Teorus: Teorus had to admit, horses were pretty cute. Cows were obviously cuter, but your little outfit made his heart race. He always thought of himself as the Knight in Shining Armor, and yet when you came out from the changing rooms in your tight riding pants and high boots, your hair pulled away from your face in french braids – why, he felt like he had died and gone to heaven.

“You’re gonna do so good! And you look so cute,” he coos over you. You laugh as he helps you put on your gloves. You turn to the mirror to give yourself a once-over, and he takes the opportunity to grab your ass. “Do we have time to do it before you have to leave?” You watch him pout through the mirror and shake your head.

“No, Teo, and we can’t anyways. We’re in public,” your face flushes. You open your mouth to continue when a trumpet sounds over the intercom, telling all riders to make their way to the stables. “I gotta go, and you should head back out to the stands.”

He catches your chin with his hand and turns your face up to his and presses a sensual kiss to your lips. “Alright,” he mumbles against your lips. “Don’t let anyone else see you look cute as you go get your horse, though!”

You roll your eyes and grab your hat, placing it on your head as you exit the room, Teorus following. My goddess should really wear pants more often, he muses as he watches you walk. She looks so sexy, and it’s unfair! I can’t have anyone else see that!

He eventually finds his place in the bleachers, and once the race begins, is practically leaning over the boundary of the track, his eyes focusing on your form, pressed against your horse. The announcer’s voice fades into the background and he can only see the carefree smile on your face, the look of pure childlike joy as your guide your horse around the track expertly. “Go (Y/n)!” he cries, bouncing as the race continues. You were neck and neck for first place, and oh, how Teorus wishes you never told him not to use his powers to help you – it was so obvious you should win!

And the finish line was only 500 feet away from you and your competitor. It was as if you stopped breathing and could only focus on the clomp-clomp-clomp of your horse’s feet on the dirt track. You turn around, seeing a flash of the stands and your competitor, when you see a flash of golden hair. And you knew it was Teorus. It was the final push you needed before you cry, “Come on, boy,” and give your horse one final push in order to cross the finish line first. The whole crowd cries in approval and shock, as this was your first year as a jockey. You were the underdog, and yet you had just won a national horse racing competition. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

And Teorus screams along the crowd. He knew you could do it, because you were the one who taught him to love. You were his goddess, and you could do anything you set your mind to. He watches as tears stream down your face and thinks about how lucky he was to have met you.

Dui: The excitement of the entire crowd was tangible as he enters the softball field. He could see you practicing with your catcher, each one of your throws easily going 70 miles per hour. He takes his place in the stands, watching the umpire blow the whistle, signaling the start of the game. As you walk back to your dugout you see Dui and wave at him. He enthusiastically waves back, a warm feeling entering his body. The two teams shake hands and then the coin is thrown to see who bats first.

It ended up in the other team’s favor, yet Dui was not worried about your abilities. He knew you, and knew you wouldn’t give up. You take your place on the mound, and breathe deeply before winding up. The batter, bulky and arrogant, had taken her place and was taunting you. Dui could see your eyes narrow from where he was, and hid a smirk.

That’s my girl, Shadow Dui laughs maniacally from within. Dui shushes him, and the two somehow remain in union throughout the game, both focused on you.

It was the final inning and your team was back at the field. This pitch could mean you win. You kiss the ball and pray, gaining a few chuckles from the crowd.  Dui was mesmerized at how charismatic you were without even realizing, how you had an affect on everyone around you.

Of course she does, Shadow Dui answers smugly. That’s what makes her ours. The very fact no one can touch her except us. She’s ours.

The final pitch was made, and it was as Teorus had slowed down time. The ball clocked 92 miles, and the crowd was amazed as the best batter on the rival team missed, the ball going straight into the catcher’s hand.

Screams erupted, and the whole team rushed the field, picking you up. The crowd applauded, Dui laughing at your expression from being held midair.

He knew you were the only one for him. And watching you play a sport you clearly loved, and sharing the experience with him, made him happier than he’s ever been. He would always support you, and was always shocked when he found out new talents of yours every day. He could feel himself falling for you all over again.

And later, when you’re packing up, he kisses the black warrior streaks placed under your eyes. You lean into him, wrapping your arms around him.

Your voice was muffled through his shirt. “I really need to take a shower.”

The two of you burst out laughing, walking back to your apartment.

Huedhaut: “Oh, dear,” the god of Aquarius sighs as he watches your team struggling to catch up with the three other teams. As of now, your team was in last place out of four. He knew you would win, yet he was wondering if his predictions were wrong for the first time. He watched as you shouted encouragements to your teammate as she tosses the button through the air. Your other three competitors had already taken off, and you fumble as you catch the button. The whole crowd goes wild.

“There is no way that girl is going to win,” he hears one man say to another. “Did you see the way she caught it? Like how the hell does she run if she can’t even catch a fucking stick.” The two men guffaw and shake their heads. Huehaut shoots the two of them a glare, turning his eyes back to the race. You can do this, (Y/n).

You take off running.The look of pure concentration and determination of your face was admirable. The other three runners were taller – as tall as Hue himself, actually – and had longer limbs. Yet to see your cute little face get scrunched up was amusing to say the least. He felt a smile tug at his lips as he watched you speed up.

Your arms swing and your feet slam against the track. You zero in on the track in front of you, pushing yourself to the limit as you lean forward a little and test your body. You continued, and caught a glimpse of a passing rival from your peripheral. Come on, (Y/n), you got this! Don’t let your team or Hue down!

And you pass another rival. Shouts of surprise rise from the crowd, and you could vaguely recognize your teammates’ voices alongside your coach. That was all the encouragement you needed as you race beside your last rival for first place. And finally, the finish line banner was only 10 feet in front of the two of you. You grit your teeth and lengthen your stride, and throw up both hands as your midsection made contact with the ribbon a millisecond before your opponent.  

You slow down to a finish, and raise your hands in the air, screaming as you race to meet with your team. Your coach grabs you and swings you around as the award comes out. You felt tears stream down your cheeks. Months of hard work finally paid off. You felt immortal in that moment.

Huehaut claps for you, and slowly turns back to the two men who dared to challenge you. They were speechless and weren’t clapping, simply staring at the track in shock. He taps the closest one on the shoulder and they both slowly turn to him.

“Yes, I believe you two are the gentlemen who said my girlfriend wouldn’t come close to winning before, right? Tell me, how does it feel to know how wrong you were?” Hue snorts and crosses his arms. “You two goldfish have a lot of nerve to go against her like that. She may look weak but she never loses. And it’s a good thing I’m in such a forgiving mood. I could’ve just ruined the two of you beforehand, but it looks like I didn’t have to do that. Because she did that all by herself. Next time, watch who you’re speaking of before you open your imprudent, clueless, moronic mouths.”

And he leaves to go congratulate you, leaving the two idiots behind.

He had never been prouder.

Ichthys: Your teams were tied, and you dribble the soccer ball between your feet. You were the only team member free, and you race along the side. A girl from the other team rushes up and tries to kick the ball out of the boundaries, but you simply give the ball a high kick and make it to the other side of her in time to catch the ball with a chest bump. You refocus the ball on the ground and race away.

The crowd screams in excitement at this site of skill, the other girl left behind in shock. You race towards the goal, dodging the ball and giving it one long kick outside of the opponent’s radius. You chase after it, zeroing in on the ball.

“HELL YEAH! THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” you hear Ichthys scream from the sidelines. “GO GET THEM BABE!”

An official walks up to him, and the god of Pisces doesn’t look away from the game. “Sir, we’re going to have to ask you to calm down.”

“I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” he cries in excitement, pointing at your form. The goal could be yours with one kick, and you could get your team ahead. He pushes past the guard and jumps up and down, yelling and pumping his fists, when suddenly his demeanor changes in a second. His hands fall to his side and he closes his mouth, scowling as he watches the undesirable scene in front of him.

The goalie had decided to tackle slide you – and everything slowed down as you saw her legs kicking out threateningly at you. Ichthys quickly snapped his fingers discreetly, and the goalie ended up falling in the mud, her back hitting the ground first. You watch in shock at the pure stroke of luck that had happened before your very eyes. You quickly kick the ball, the ball rocketing off the webbed lining and falling inside. The scoreboard lets out a noise, as it did with every score, but was quickly drowned out by your own screaming and the crowd’s.

Ichthys laughs and turns around to head back to the actual stands, when he sees a little boy with an ice cream cone. He meets eyes with the kid, who looks at the god with horrified interest. His ice cream cone falls to the ground in shock, though the little boy doesn’t care. He just continues to watch Ichthys like he just witnessed a murder.

Ichthys swears under his breathe and looks around before refocusing on the child. He grins at the kid, trying to mask his concern for being caught. “Hey there, kiddo, dropped your cone.”

“You just…!” the kid sputters, face flushing as he points at Ichthys’s hand. “You just cheated!”

Ichthys furrows his eyebrows. “Did not.”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did too!” Ichthys says, changing his approach.

“Did not!” the kid screams in anger and frustration, and then realizes his mistake of playing right into the God of Pisces plan. He slaps his hands over his mouth. “Wait! I didn’t mean that, I meant-”

“No taksie-backsies!” Ichthys sing-songs, grinning at his win. He checks if the coast is clear and then squats in front of the kid. “Tell you what,” he hums, snapping his fingers. Two taiyaki appear, one in the kid’s hand and one in Ichthys’ hand. “I’ll give ya this if you promise not to tell anyone about what you saw.”

The kid swallows, weighing his options very seriously despite being six years old. He finally meets the god’s eyes after a moment of pondering. “Make it two and I won’t tell anyone.” Ichthys sighs but snaps his fingers, another taiyaki appearing in the kid’s unoccupied hand.

“You run a hard bargain,” he grins. “I like that. Now scram.”

The kid runs. And Ichthys whistles as he makes his way back to the stands, satisfied with his negotiating. As long as she doesn’t know, there’s no harm. I mean, it’s not like I couldn’t do anything! Imagine her sad face if she lost, or worse – if she got hurt! These human women are scary!

And he is content watching the rest of the game play out without helping again. He knew if you found out you wouldn’t forgive him ever. He giggles to himself at the thought of you angry face. She’s so cute when she gets frustrated and yells at me.

But later, he decides as he watches your team rush the field, he likes you smiling after winning much better.