#teamgrouch

[teamprick]

tell your girlfriend to stop sending me fanfiction of us

you have her number, tell her yourself.

[teamprick]

roy : not interested.

jamie can’t stop himself from pouting,  just for a moment,  as roy turns back to his book.   god,  he acts like such an old twat sometimes.   (  one of these days,  he’s gonna show up with reading glasses,  and really scare the piss outta everybody.  )   who in their right mind would rather read some novel from the 1950s than go see a brand new horror movie?   especially when one of their friends is in it!   ' c’mon,  roooooy. '   and if it sounds like he’s whining a bit  …  he is.   ' i won’t ask ya to go anywhere else with me this week. '

@teamgrouch. ★ people who don't say much.

[victoriousfidelity]

"Welcome back!" Sigyn greets him with a bright smile which she knows is unlikely to be returned. "We've missed your scintillating conversation during medicals, Roy. How're you doing?"

inbox inspired starter for @teamgrouch (inspo)

[ioracle-arc1]

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚁𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 // 𝚃𝙾 @teamgrouch

she's the only one bundled up against the cold. a red and blue scarf fending off the chilly november air. they weren't joking about the english weather. around her the stands full of football fans erupt in cheers as the team mascots dance across the field, pretending to fight to the amusement of the crowd. ❝ of course. ❞ she mutters sarcastically, gaze turning away from the opposing teams mascot to look at the richmond representative keeping her company. a former star, so she's been told. ❝ clowns aren't exactly my favourite. ❞

[broughtpeace]

the sports bar is busy. it's loud, it's crowded and dana's enjoying herself. it's a rare sunday in which she doesn't have to work the next day and she's regaling in the moment by spending her day, which would have otherwise been spent at home, at the bar to enjoy game day. the multiple screens are airing the steelers game, the crowd that's formed is a rowdy bunch, all the way down to dana who's donned the jersey her daughters had bought for her last christmas for the occasion.

leaning against the bar to order the next round, the she's struck up conversation with the stranger next to her while she waits. "wait, wait, wait... when you're saying football, you mean soccer, right?" dana queries, raising an eyebrow at the stranger, a mixture of confusion and incredulity on her face. "let me tell you right now, sweetheart. you don't want to be saying football too much 'round here if you don't mean what's on all these screens. not today at least."

@teamgrouch requested a starter