#muchojoy

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@muchojoy asked //

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie. ooo fancy [ from here ! ]

You wouldn't know it by looking at him [ or pictures of him, tabloid shots of nights out, of formal events, of the few weddings he'd been invited to ] but Jamie grew up wearing ties. From the ages of 9 to 17, every morning, Jamie would struggle with the tie that was a part of his school uniform for the fancy posh school that City sent him to. He got better at it as the years went on; his mum wasn't always home to help him tie it in the mornings, and he had to learn on his own accord or else get into trouble, and he couldn't get into too much trouble, because that would lead to trouble at the Academy, and that was the last thing Jamie wanted. So he learned. And now, as an adult, he does everything in his power to avoid wearing ties.

But when Dani offers to tie Jamie's tie for him, who is he to deny him? He'll put on a fucking tie. He straightens his spine, his neck, pushes his shoulders back. "I'm all yours, muchacho," he tells him, giving him a cheeky little smile. "Didn't know y'knew how to tie a tie." Jamie loves learning new things about his teammates. God, he fucking loves them. Every single one of them. Dani is such a ray of sunlight in Jamie's day. And now he just has something more to add to his mental file on Dani - is equally proficient with both feet. Wears 14 for his dad. Surrounds himself with plants. Can tie a tie.

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@muchojoy asked //

i’ve always been very intrigued by what you do here. [ from here ! ]

If the person who'd come into 1897 was any less earnest than this man is, Jamie may have laughed in their face. But this man's eyes are so bright, so... genuine. The way he holds himself says teach me. "It's a tattoo shop, mate," Jamie answers, but his voice isn't cruel, it's amused. "We do tattoos. And piercings. But mostly tattoos." He pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly, before he realises he might've been making an assumption based on the lack of visible tattoos that he sees. "Unless you're askin' you as in me, not you as in the shop."

Jamie would've never assumed anyone was asking anything about anything but himself if not for the environment they were in, if not for the lack of this man's body alterations of any sort - Jamie doesn't even think his ears are pierced, but he's not close enough to tell. "If y'mean me, I'm an apprentice, so I'm still learnin' how to master the art, yeah? Learnin' how to take care'a people, how to make sure they feel safe and they're gettin' the art they want, 'cause it's permanent and allat." He pauses, giving the other man - Jamie thinks he's a florist? Or a plant seller? Are those the same thing? Jamie's seen him with plants - the shop, Beleaf!, it's not far from 1897 - a look. "It's like how you've gotta know everything about the plants you're sellin', I've gotta know everythin' about how to hold a needle properly, and how to understand what a client wants even if they ain't really good at communicating and allat, and also how to clean up the studio and my equipment. It's kinda like being a shop bitch for 'til my bosses think I'm ready." He laughs - there's no hard feelings. His bosses had been through the same thing they were now putting Jamie through; an apprenticeship is an important step to becoming a professional tattoo artist, and anyone who says they didn't have an apprenticeship is someone you shouldn't trust, in Jamie's humble opinion.

"I'm just here t'help people feel like the best versions of themselves, y'get me? Mostly just by bein' round here and lookin' pretty 'til I get my licence, I mean."

[arachnidiots-a]

SEND ME 📞 AND I'LL TELL YOU...

@muchojoy sent 📞 for liam and dani >:)

your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone:

your muse’s name in mine’s phone: dani rojas (very very nice, good at animal noises, #11)

your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone: make your own kind of music by cass elliot

how often our muses text: daily

what our muses normally text about: karaoke, lots and lots of music discussions, crazy outfit and color combos but in that liam is like testing what’s Too Far, some emoji stories, ultimate hype texts. it is relentless hyping each other up, there’s some funny homemade reaction pics (as in they literally pose as existing reaction pics)

our muses’ last few texts:

[arachnidiots-a]

DANI ROJAS & LIAM KAZ.

liam's not sure quite where the two of them missed each other on the point of what liam was, but it certainly was snowballing into a bigger issue. the stranger, no matter how many attempts were made, didn't seem to get the branding. in fairness to him of course, liam had an empire state sweatshirt over the suit, obstructing view of the rather large spider symbol that decorated it. still... there were obvious other indicators.

@muchojoy : The worms squirm unpleasantly within his cupped hands, but Dani had done his research, and birds love worms, and they're healthy too (for birds, probably not much for people). “For you!” Dani presents the worms with a flourish.

although, with the worms presented out to them, they're not quite sure that they'd necessarily want whatever the spider treatment of this is. worms are... okay. worms are hardly the worst of it, but something about being offered worms has liam undoubtably speechless. their face comes together in a cringe, and gently liam pushes his hand downward.

One or two of them flop out of his palms and onto the floor, squiggling away as fast as a worm is able. “But if you are in the mood for human food, I also have a burrito.”

"y'know i'm gonna have to go with the burrito. as nice as this is... yeah, definitely burritos. human food is just, uh, my food. i still eat, very much human stuff so let's avoid the worms. i think the weirdest thing i've ever eaten was a sandwich of with marshmallows, butter, jam, and oregano." she holds out a pointed finger. "my cousin made that for me, it was not a choice nor is it part of my diet."

[arachnidiots-a]

trick 👻🦇💀🎃 or treat 🍬🍫🍭

it’s a treat! - a peter & dani moodboard !

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Dani is standing outside of Jamie's door with strings of confetti draped over his shoulders and a party hat on his head. When the door opens, he blows on the party horn in his mouth. He's been sent to Jamie's house to pick him up for the surprise party at some fancy club the rest of the team has rented out for the night. (Isaac said no party hats. Dani decided to ignore that rule, and has a second party hat for Jamie sticking out of his back pocket). 🥳🎉🎂

Jamie laughs brightly at the sight of Dani, clapping his hands together. “Look at you…!” he cheers happily. He’s dressed according to the text that had been sent in the group chat, though he has no idea what the lads are planning. His eyes are bright with joy. He feels so loved. “C’mere, Rojas…” he murmurs affectionately, pulling Dani into a hug. “Thanks, muchacho...”

@muchojoy | jamie’s 26th birthday !!

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@muchojoy asked // there's nothing to be afraid of. ❤️ // from here !

"Right, right, no, yeah, you're right," Jamie repeats, shaking his wrists out, exhaling heavily. He shouldn't be this nervous. He really, truly shouldn't. Playing at Wembley shouldn't evoke this sort of response in him. It's the fucking home of English football, and he's played there plenty since that day of the FA Cup semifinals against City. But, every time, he panics a little bit at the entry to the stadium. It's stupid. He shouldn't be reacting like this. When he's with England, he can put on a brave face, act like nothing's wrong, and go out there and play. With Richmond, it's different. He's got more of a weight to carry when they play here. They're writing club history, and his name is meant to be carrying a lot of that history. And he got a shit night's sleep last night. He takes another deep breath. "C'mon. We should get in there."

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@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.