MUCHO MUCHO JOY.

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[muchojoy]

MUCHOJOY.TUMBLR.COM, day's dani ro/jas. carrd.

[muchojoy]

hey peeps sorry i haven't been here in a bit i was asleep and only just woke up :) but if i'm ever not on dani's acc for a long stretch of time you can always find me on my other silly little blogs:

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CRISTO FERNÁNDEZ as Dani Rojas TED LASSO | Season 2  

[tartt9]

Jamie loves his job. He considers himself incredibly lucky to get to wake up every morning and play the game that has always meant the world to him, that has always been his escape. He doesn't know where he'd be or what he'd do without football. If he were in any other career, he'd probably spend his evenings having kickabouts with friends from his childhood on his estate, or playing in some Sunday League just to have the game in his life. The only problem with his job is that losses stick with him more than they would. Especially when he's third captain, when he's supposed to be helping to carry this team on his back, every mistake weighs heavily on his shoulders. He's gotten better at ignoring the angry man's voice in his head, but Jamie fears that it'll never truly leave him.

How Dani can remain so positive after a loss is a mystery to Jamie. He leans into the thumb over his cheek, even if it's gone as quickly as it arrived. "Your mum's smart, yeah," he concedes, running his tongue over his teeth, rubbing his hand over his jaw. The problem remained with the fact that this match was set in stone, carved into the record books. Points had been distributed, and Richmond had come away with none of them.

"My mum told me stuff like that, too," he finally admits, fidgeting with the zipper on his bag. "There's an old City song - from back when she were goin' to the matches regularly, when City were shit - stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be." He shakes out his wrists, taking a deep breath. "She told me that, yeah, y'might lose some, but as long as you've got your teammates' backs, that's the important stuff." He stands to his feet beside Dani, adjusting his bag's strap slightly. "D'you think I'm a good teammate? Like, objectively. I know I'm a good player, but... like..." he trails off. He knows he wasn't good at being a teammate when he first met a majority of these lads. But he's been trying his best since his return to Richmond. He just hopes his best is good enough.

[muchojoy]

There was a time when Dani didn't lose. Where, so long as he was on a team, they won. Then there came a time that wasn't enough, he alone wasn't enough. That lesson, and that first loss, it cut straight to the bone. Dani hadn't learnt how to handle losing with grace yet then, and he thought it unfair, he thought it cruel, he thought—if only his teammates could be better. But that thought left a worse taste in his mouth than the loss ever could. Later, his father found him and said a loss is a loss. Somedays those words weighed an entire world, other times they were light as a breeze. Mostly, it was whatever Dani decided he wanted it to be.

A loss is a loss. He understood it then, and he understands it now.

“Mothers, they are all very wise.” Dani nods solemnly. Even when his mother is wrong, a few years later he'll usually discover she was right after all. Jamie's mother certainly seems to be no exception, just as scarily perceptive and strong as his own.

Dani can see the doubts creeping in on Jamie, digging its way inside his mind. He dips forward to brush his lips to Jamie's forehead, and doesn't pull back until he feels he's managed to press all his goodwill into Jamie's skin. “I cannot know anything objectively, Jamie, but what I do know is that you are a good teammate to me. And to Sam, and Colin, and Richard! I know that because they have told me, and I am telling you now that you are a good player and a good teammate, even when we are losing.”

[muchojoy]

one accent, no big deal. two accents even, no big deal. but then everyone has an accent and suddenly their eyes narrow— the mask following suit to mimic the expression on their face. “alright. i’ve been to a whole lot of fucking places, but this is… this is kind of fucking hellish. a british united states?? no offense, but-”

It's a bird... It's a plane... No wait, it's definitely a bird. A bird with long, long legs, but Dani knows flying when he sees it, and that was definitely it.

“British United States?” His new friend has a distressing lack of feathers on their suit. There's likely a good reason for it though, since everyone knows you can't be a bird without feathers. Allergies, perhaps? It would be tragic if that were the case—a half person, half bird, full superhero that's allergic to feathers. “That sounds very strange, my flying friend.” But then again he is staring at someone who came out of nowhere and whisked him away from an active crime scene, by flight, so maybe they know they're talking about.

“Where did you come from?”

[muchojoy]

here and vibing this morn so if anyone wants plots and or memes u can like this 🥰🩵🥺

[arachnidiots-a]

when he finds the hole his eyes nearly fall out of his head. how is it already starting to come apart? the shirt's been his for no more than a month, and he's more confused than he is anything else. the confusion really only grows when dani offers to help him fix it. in times like these he probably would've gone to may if he could. she'd been sewing patches into just about everything since as early as he could remember. pete wishes he'd asked her to teach him before...

he has to take a step back, lightly embarrassed by how close he is. "yeah, it's- i mean no! i'm not worried. i trust you, mate." his head tilts watching, "me aunt she used to do this sort of stuff for me. she was really fast too. before i could ever put the," he mimics the needle threading he watched not moments ago, "the, uh, thread... she would be done. when did you- when did you learn this stuff?"

[muchojoy]

“Oh, I have been doing this for a long time!”

He's nine and sitting at the table after dinner. Abuela's half drunk on rum and laughs every time Dani pricks one of his fingers. Not so easy now, is it? He bursts into tears because nothing has been easy since they put papá in the ground, and he does not want this to be another failure too. Stupid boy. His fingers stop bleeding by the time he's ten.

“My grandmother taught me when I was a boy. She tried to teach my sisters too but they would not sit still long enough to learn properly.” He's been fixing holes ever since. He thought he'd be happy once he was finally free of that responsibility, but now that he's got the needle in his hand again, he realises he's missed it. Or maybe he just misses actually being able to fix his sisters' problems.

Stupid boy.

“Maybe this will not be as good as your aunt, but — there, mira — the hole is no more!”

[serendpitous-archive]

" wait, wait — slow down! " mia insists, a small laugh escaping her lips, followed by the most amused of smiles. it's small, but lights up her features ever so. she hopes that something gentle shines through for her harried companion, but she's ninety-nine percent sure she probably looks insane. her facial expressions can be a lot. " i'm fine, i promise. sure, there might be a bump there before, but i've taken worse spills with worse outcomes. you've got nothing to apologize for! "

" we . . . we don't have functional dungeons anymore, " she blinks, stunned. at least, she didn't think they did. surely, as queen of genovia she'd know that sort of thing, right? note to self: confirm this with grandma clarisse. " and even if we did, nothing you did is worthy of punishment. it was a mistake. mistakes happen! " she's surely made plenty of them herself.

[muchojoy]

With his imminent imprisonment suddenly off the table, Dani recovers with a quick blink and a flash of a smile. For a queen, Mia isn't nearly as frilly as he expected her to be. “You are very generous, your majesty!”

He disappears for a quick second to grab one of the ice packs usually carried around incase his knee injury acts up again, reappearing by her side to pass the ice pack to her. “Here, this is for your head.” He points to the bump, as if it wouldn't be obvious to her where on her own head she's been hit. “It should help with the swelling, so if you put your crown on later it will not be... wonky?”

[tartt9]

@muchojoy asked // no, darling. don't talk that way. 🩵 // from here !

Jamie bites down on his cheek to stifle another retort. He really, truly knows better than to talk like that. He can't be a prick unless Roy tells him to be a prick, and even then, that's always outward prickishness, not directed in at himself. But there'll always be an angry man's voice in his head, telling him exactly what he did wrong at any given moment [ because he's always doing something wrong, especially on the pitch, especially in matches like these ]. Even if he hasn't heard that angry man's voice since 2021 [ the 17th of April, he'll never forget the date. Richmond's Wembley debut. It's written in history books, now ], even if he's grown and matured since then, that angry voice keeps bothering him, keeps giving itself space and time, not just in his head, but on his tongue. "Could've done a lot more'n I did. You needed me, Colin needed me, Richard needed me, and I didn't do shit." You tried your best, a softer voice tells him, but his best hadn't been good enough, so he ignores it.

[muchojoy]

Dani shrugs, not agreeing or disagreeing. By nature he isn't much of a dweller. Carmen has enough of a handle on that to make up for the rest of the family. Not that he doesn't know a thing or two about regrets, it's just that his tend to sneak. They don't poke and prod at any opening they find like Jamie's seem to.

“If that is what you think, then you will just have to make it up next time!” It's simple, really. More things should be. Dani raises his hand, swiping his thumb across Jamie's cheek quick, because he's too busy hefting his bag up with his other hand to do much else.

His locker snaps shut, a punctuation on a point he isn't actually making. “There is never enough time in a match. I am always thinking I wanted to try so many more things, but it is always over too soon! I will tell you now what my mamá always used to tell me: save the disappointment for the next match, turn it into your strength.”

[parker66]

how long did that take you to learn? ❤️

" if i tell you, it'll only embarrass me.. " tanya trails off, kicking the toes of her boots against the boot brush, cheeks turning pink as she glances back up at dani, having just shown off her copycat skills by recreating a little trick he'd performed when scoring for mexico, " let's just say tanya that was fuckin' sick babe! and move on, yeah? " @muchojoy.

[muchojoy]

“Tanya, that was very very sick babe!” He hopes the second very will make up for the absence of the f-word. Sometimes he worries about the exposure to Tanya and her cussing. Not that he's an easily influenced child, but, well, it's a genuine concern. “But I would still like to know how you did it. It took me a month to make it look good! If you say it only took you a few days I think I will have to find a room to cry inside.”

[muchojoy]

i go to the day school of never leaving the tags empty

[tartt9]

Jamie hadn't meant to fall asleep curled up on Dani's sofa. He's always been incredibly comfortable on sofas, though. It's some lasting effect from his childhood. He and his mum used to have a cuddle on the sofa and watch Bake Off or a footy match that didn't involve Chelsea [ because Jamie would have to be up against the screen for that, as close to Roy Kent as he possibly could be, despite the physical distance between Jamie and Georgie's house on the estate and whatever stadium Chelsea happened to be playing in ]. It's also the fact that sofas are in open rooms, and Jamie is comfortable when he can look around him and know that there's no doors to close, no walls that could cave in on him. Sofas, like honey, like Fleetwood Mac, like the scent of Anais Anais, are home. But he hadn't been trying to fall asleep. Dani was just warm, and it had been a long day, and the people on the tele were speaking in that low, smooth, even tone that was more than enough to lull Jamie to sleep on even the most restless of days. He'd closed his eyes.

Imagine his surprise when he opens his eyes, and the sun has set, and Dani's hand is on his hip. "Mm..." He makes a grumbling noise, pressing his face into Dani's neck a little bit more. He doesn't want to move. He squirms a little bit, shoving both of his hands between Dani's body and the sofa's cushions, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close. "Don't want to... 'm super comfortable..."

[muchojoy]

In the dark Dani thinks of the carrotless year. It started after Oscar tricked him into eating a bunch of carrots raw — night vision, Dani, don't you want it? — and Dani ate enough to make himself sick, emptying his stomach over the kitchen floor. In the shadows he couldn't make out the shape or colour, but when his mother came in and turned the lights on, the bright orange splattered against the kitchen tile made Dani swear off carrots for the rest of his life. (He lasted only a single calendar year. It ended with tía Alejandra's carrot cake.)

He finds himself disappointed all over again at his inability to see well in low light. The details of Jamie's face in the moment escape him. The slope of Jamie's nose is pressing against the skin of his throat, but Dani still wants to see. “You will regret it later,” he warns. If he gets a sore neck for the next week just because he didn't at least try to argue Jamie on this, he'll feel worse about it. “This position cannot be good for your back.”

[junointerlude]

DANI ROJAS / @muchojoy sent : FLOWER, SENDER GIVES RECEIVER A FLOWER.

he takes the flower gently into his hand, holding it with such gentleness you'd think it'd slip out from his fingers at any moment. sam's face had been stuck in a smile ever since it was presented to him. "oh wow." it's such a pop of bright color, he'd really expect no less from a flower than dani had picked out. still, to receive one felt touching, an honor. he hardly knew what the possible motive could be behind it, but knowing his close friend the only motive was probably this: joy.

"thank you, dani! it's very beautiful. i have actually only been given a flower once before. i think they're quite lovely." he tucks the flower behind his ear, and turns his head slightly as if to show it off. a hand goes up, gesturing towards it. "what do you think?"

[muchojoy]

as with most things in regards to dani, the occasion is only this: life. people always think celebrations can only be contained to big things, special things, once a year or once a lifetime things. sometimes there is nothing to celebrate and that is special too. it certainly seems to make sam happy, and that's a good enough reason to do anything really.

“oh!” dani stumbles back like the visual of sam with the peony tucked by his ear has physically knocked the breath out of him. “you are too pretty, too much for my eyes. i have made a grave mistake!” his hands come up to shield his eyes. one would think he was trying to block out the sunlight.

he laughs after a beat, eventually lowering his hands so that he can grin at sam over the top of them. “i will get you more flowers from now on, sam! maybe it will inspire everyone else to start doing it too. a man deserves to receive flowers more than just twice in his life!”

[muchojoy]

@tartt9 , [curls up against dani in his sleep.]

it's quiet. something soft is pressing against the base of dani's neck. he starts to stir when he realises he's warm too, more than usual. someone speaks into the silence, but the words don't really register. dani takes a moment to chase away the fuzz leftover from his unplanned nap, flexing his fingers until his thumb catches on a bit of fabric. he blinks in the dark, and the first real thing that he can actually make note of is the television — someone on screen saying something for an audience that's not listening. the next thing he notes, as he flexes his fingers again and this time brushing up against skin, is the fact that he's horizontal on the couch and jamie's curled up against him. he moves his hand again and, yes, that's jamie's hip.

“jamie.” his voice comes out a little rough, thick with sleep. “amigo.” the room's beginning to come into focus. “amorcito, wake up. you are going to be very uncomfortable in the morning if we stay here.”

[muchojoy]

@arachnidiots , [peter hovers over dani's shoulder as he completes a task.]

dani turns the shirt over in his hands once more, noting the size of the hole (small, manageable, relatively simple) before grabbing his sewing kit.

“is it interesting? watching me do this?” he can feel peter hovering, watching while dani threads the needle. “if you are worried, do not be! you can trust me, i've been fixing holes in my sisters' clothes for many years!”

[ohisms]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[muchojoy]

look at my boy.... look at him