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[tartt9]

Jesus fucking Christ, if she isn't tired of Roy fucking Kent. It's just a loan, she's only here until June, but she doesn't know if she can hold out for that long. She's admired Kent for ages, so she thought playing with her would be fucking fun, fucking exciting, they'd take the WSL by storm. Kent to Tartt to the back of the fucking net, again and again and again. Of course it didn't work out like that. Why would it? Why would Jamie expect Kent to like her? Fucking stupid. Never put your hopes on a footballer. You'll always be let down.

Jamie all but shoves past Kent on the way to her locker, jaw set. It's like they can't win a fucking match. Tenth is a fine spot to be in - in the Prem. In the WSL, tenth is two spots from relegation, and Jamie won't let that happen on her watch. Another fucking loss, to fucking United, of all clubs, 1-fucking-6. Might've been 1-5, if there'd been VAR to help them out on that last one, but there's not, so it isn't. Jamie likes to think that they could've put up a fight if Kent passed to her, but she didn't, so they didn't. It's fucking embarrassing. She turns to Kent, unafraid to start a spat about this. "Why the fuck won't you pass t'me? I'm your best option up front and we both know it."

@eulogier

[carteratsea]

@xxriverxx​

Triple shot Americano and blueberry muffin in hand, Carter quietly made their way into the library, knowing better than to disturb anyone else who was trying to study. Finding River was easy enough - it’s not like the library on board was exactly massive - but it was nice seeing them nonetheless. Walking their way over to the table, they pressed a kiss to River’s hair. “Hey, Riv. Hey, Dali,” they greeted with a playful smile, setting the coffee and the snack on the table before dragging the chair beside River out and taking a seat. “I come bearing gifts.”

[crueltywon-a]

@warpromised​n from HERE

❝   We all have our weaknesses don’t we ? our Achilles heel. —— just turns out mine is a person not a thing.   ❞

[tartt9]

@mazur5 [ sc! ]

"Well done, your lot." Both of their teams have won this weekend, Richmond holding their spot at the top of the table by a fucking miracle, the Hammers still holding onto their spot in Europe for next season. "Y'really coordinated that second half turnaround, didn't you?"

[tartt9]

"I think I'm a fast learner. I mean, like... if you were trying t'teach me summat, I'd pick it up quickly." Jamie's got his hands shoved up under his shirt as he sways side to side at his hips. "Unless it's, like, maths or science. Weren't ever really good at those."

@belayadeath liked the starter call !

[tartt9]

"you look like a dog."

He's dripping wet, freshly showered, clean. He doesn't bother with a towel – he fully plans on going to sit outside in the summer sun to dry off, to get a little bit of a tan going, to maybe take a nap. His back garden is plenty private enough that he can lay out there naked for a little while. He passes Keeley on the way outside, turning to face her when she speaks. "Do I?" he asks, just barely resisting the urge to shake off the water from his hair; if he weren't in his living room right now, he almost definitely would, just to make her squeal, then make her laugh. "What type of dog, then?" Jamie thinks he's something big and hardworking, like a Shepherd or a Collie, or maybe he's a terrier. Greyhound is the obvious answer, but he doesn't think he looks much like one of those. "I was gonna go lay in the sun for an hour before Roy gets back, d'you want t'join me?"

@leagueprem [ keeley ] // from here !

[tartt9]

"It's fucking beautiful, isn't it...?"

@mcmorare // starter call