just had the most insane thought that the end of waystar royco as the Roys know it is the one-two gut-punch of tech (matsson) and neo-fascism (mencken), and that neither mencken nor matsson would be there if it weren't for roman. obviously big tech and fascism are forces that very likely would have found their way to taking Waystar one way or another. but, as it happened, roman is the one who brought matsson and mencken to the table. what a grand horror story it is that the only 2 things roman roy did right in his father's eyes turned out to be setting in motion the 2 things that would destroy his legacy, and him. its no accident roman thinks he killed his father.each of the roy siblings is doomed by the narrative in their own unique way. from the very beginning roman wants out of this story but he doesn't know how to leave it, or even how to admit he doesn't want this part he thinks he should want. so he keeps saying how much he wants the crown, Waystar, the legacy all while personally (in bathrooms to be exact) planting the irreversible seeds for their destruction. his actions speaking louder than his words ever could. something something logan shipped roman off to boarding school and beat him in the hopes he'd make roman just like him and all logan did was create someone who became his very own anti-matter. a child so violently unmade can only grow to unmake.
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I'm just in love with your page! everything is soo delulu that I feel like I'm home, arggg I just love it here
also, I'm feral with the idea of James seeing you with one of this motörhead shirts and him (ofc) going nuts about it (ifykim)
"everything is soo delulu" truest thing anyone has ever said to me on this blog 😭 being delusion makes the world go round tho so...anyway, thank you!! i'm glad you're enjoying it here. it gets more delusional as we go. i am falling deeper and deeper into that pit and i don't think i wanna get out.
so that being said, james seeing you in any of his band shirts would make him go feral!! like he'd come home and see you lounging around the house with nothing but his shirt and panties on and it would be the best sight he could be greeted with.
he'd come up behind you, arms wrapping around you and resting his hands on your stomach.
"you little thief." he'd murmur in your ear, tugging at the shirt. you'd only giggle, turning around so you could face him and smirk at him.
"what?" you'd feign innocence, trying to distract him with a kiss on his lips. he'd pull away to continue his berating.
"you know what."
"i do."
he'd push you away slightly, hands on your waist as he admired you in his shirt.
"i gotta say, you pull it off."
"looks better on me than you."
he'd start shaking his head, tutting at your remark.
"too far."
you'd only laugh at him, pulling away so you could resume whatever you were doing, only for him to tug you back flush to his chest, his arms circling around you so you couldn't move.
"what are you doing?" you'd ask, squirming in his grasp.
"you wear my things you gotta suffer the consequences, baby." he'd nip at the skin of your neck, pressing light kisses in a trail down from your jaw to your collarbone.
"consequences of what?"
"looking so good in my shirt. that's what." he'd plant a small kiss on your shoulder before spinning you around and grabbing a handful of your ass tugging you closer.
"you're very straightforward." you tease, pecking his lips.
"it's the best way to be." he doesn't let you retort as he pulls you in for a kiss, walking you backwards to the bedroom so you can ride him with his shirt on 🤗
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