#ok bye!!!!

In the next moment, Jamie jolts, hard, as though he’s been pulled up from underwater, as though he’s been drowning this whole time and now someone’s finally decided to take him by the neck and yank. He can almost feel the release of water around him, the sudden shock of air, a return to the world where his feet are on the ground and the sun keeps rising and falling and his arm always pulls back, his knuckles always meet his Da’s cheek, his body always makes itself monstrous and untouchable. He’s out of Roy’s arms before he has a chance to wish he had remained where he was, skittering backwards across the street. He must look proper stupid, he thinks, bleary and half-formed—anyone peeking through their windows will see him on his arse, knees tucked to his chest, in the middle of the street, facing off against Roy fucking Kent as if it’s one year ago and they’re on the pitch, head to head, ghosts lingering in the space between them.

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nikola: a lady's not dressed without her makeup

way to illustrate the fucking point of that first comment 🙈💀