#yap?

literally

i love it so much

Like I love when Henry is the hugger and all but I think Hans is the one who would have trouble falling asleep without hugging something. Henry started seeking comfort in holding something mainly after Skalitz and then because of his nightmares he didn't really have the peace to hold someone? (Idk. Does it make sense?)

But Hans has this habit from childhood when he was alone as a child and it stuck with him to adulthood where he still felt lonely and without anyone to hold him.

the problem is that i am unfortunately not as knowledgeable in the field + it would be set in the 70s and women’s football/soccer practically didn’t exist back then?? at least not any official competitions + schools as far as i know?

and i don’t just wanna write a marauders centric story without including the girls too

any thoughts or ideas? i want it to be as period accurate as possible

yet, albeit this, the ravens fucked his sleep up so badly, he fell asleep in public. he was absolutely exhausted.

someone fucking check on kevin and jean. what the fuck has years of this kind of sleep deprivation done to them,,,,, how the fuck are they two of the best players in the game.

i might try to watch it again i just need a second opinion

You asked the wrong person for this because ever since I binged it in November of 2025 I've been #obsessed 😭 In my opinion it's a fantastic show, but if you're not into psychological horror and visual gore, then I wouldn't recommend it I've even been in the trenches of Reddit to discuss this show with more people hahaha I just can't get enough I'm sorry to all my friends who had to listen to me infodump about this show

I don't know how far you got on your original watch, but imo it wraps up really well. The second season is by-far my favourite though I care less for the sub-plot that goes on during some of it It's just so artsy and there's so much symbolism to dissect that I love picking at this show only to uncover more interesting things about it Okay some spoiler time below, though I'm still trying not to spoil much in there lol

So, I just walked outside (to take out the trash) and it's the middle of the night, pitchblack apart from the streetlamps, which are barely a glow through this thick fog, when I'm met with this haunting melody of a whistle cutting through the tepid night air. No other sounds but my footsteps, the rain, and this whistle. And then I took out the trash. The end.

(I'd be cooked if this were a horror movie. The thought crossed my mind as well that it was the exact thing that happens in a horror movie right before something bad happens, but then... I had to take out the trash. ☹️)(If I can listen to The Magnus Archives at three in the morning, I can walk the 4 meters to the bin then back indoors.)

Stupid Doodle to Represent:

.so, my story starts at at around 5 am, December 7th, outside of my highschool, in a bus that is on its way to another highschool that's about... I don't know, lets say give or take 100 miles (≈161 kilometers) from our launch point. I sleep on the way, all of the lightweights are in the back, huddled up and shivering their poor balls off, it's really fucking cold, about 30/40 degrees Fahrenheit (-1/4⁰c). as a heavyweight, I'm completely fine at 23% body fat and fully dressed in our school's uniform, sweats, and a sweatshirt along with a blanket i brought along just in case... anyways, that's besides the point.

ON THE WAY BACK IS THE WORST BIT, while packing everything up and finally getting on the bus after a long 18 hours of being awake, while wrestling for about? What? 2 hours continuously, counting live wrestling practice beforehand, the matches I wrestled, and the people on my team i practiced with after I was eliminated (their next match coming up).

.I'm EXAUSTED, sweaty, and my nose, still bleeding from dehydration/the person who hit me in the nose with all of their strength, I do not feel good and I'm so ready to just get on the bus and GO HOME. then. the worst thing happens. two kids from my highschool decide that the seats in the back were too.cold! Oh no!! 💔💔😿 so they plop their lightweight asses directly next to me, pressing me up against the coldest bus window my skin has ever touched. I am mostly nonverbal IRL so I just bear with it. God forbid I say anything huh.