I'm Trying To Write And Post Consistently To Build Confidence, But I Actually Lose Confidence Every Time

I'm trying to write and post consistently to build confidence, but I actually lose confidence every time I post. Why do I bother?

In my head, Andy is just out having dinner with Roger somewhere (making sure Roger pays this time, after Laver Cup) and not having any time for his mum's drama. He will understand Emma's injury concerns.

I love Novandy, and it does make the most sense, but I will always have a soft spot for Murrderer. It's the whole older/younger enemies to lovers thing. (Roger definitely hated Andy to begin with.)

Anyway, I desperately need people to start writing more Andy Murray fic (preferably smutty) to cheer us all up after his retirement. (I might consider it at some point, if I ever finish my current WIP.)

Considering rebranding this tumblr once again and making it my go to place for all my unhinged and perverted thoughts about tv, sport (well, tennis) and everything else is far too fucked up to post on twitter.

I know people have their "father/son" angle with Jack and Andy and I support it (*whispers* if anything it only makes what I'm about to say hotter to me) but Jack Draper wants Andy Murray. Desperately. He needs that man.

And he should be allowed to have him.

I was so endeared by "head was in the shed" that I almost missed "sat on the coach". Obviously, my filthy depraved mind immediately seized hold of it. James Trotman isn't bad looking, I suppose, and you just know Jack would do anything to make Daddy Andy jealous.

(I'm so sorry. This is what happens when I find somewhere to shitpost uncensored.)

I've been wanting more Stephen Dillane for ages and then not one, but two dramas turn up. As much as I love Sherwood, Kaos does have the edge for giving us the almost always shirtless, queer Stephen Dillane of my dreams.

Already mourning the show because there's no way Netflix are renewing it.