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propertyofjameswilson · 3 months
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Good Jimmy gone bad
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cndarts · 11 months
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guys I did the thing
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babysdrivers · 1 month
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and are the williams points in the room with us right now
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spirkbitch · 8 months
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them <3
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the man always looks like a betrayed puppy
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howlerbat · 5 months
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Read Between the Lines - Black Sails edition!
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sulieykte · 7 months
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adhd-merlin · 5 months
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I'm always amazed at the chemistry between Arthur and Gwen in the series because Bradley and Angel have such sibling energy when not in character that I have to wonder if it didn't feel vaguely incestuous to them
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jameswilsonsupremacy · 3 months
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i hate james wilson. he wears that stupid mcgill sweater and suddenly I’m twirling my hair and kicking my feet. the dumb antlers from the holiday episodes? got me giggling & shit. don’t even get me started on when he rolls his sleeves up to reveal his forearms. christ.
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drbtinglecannon · 5 months
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Hbomberguy has a real talent for making a video that introduces me to some jackass I never heard of before and by the end of the video I passionately hate them
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allmpa · 1 year
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Every day I tell myself James would want me to go to sleep early and get a good nights rest and I plan on doing so but then the evil spirit of Regulus Black comes to me to whisper “or you could stay up until 2am doing absolutely nothing” and so I nod and do exactly as he says bc… he’s Regulus Black.
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thankstothe · 5 months
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chromakill-mp3 · 11 months
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Mind Over Matter
I think it's fucked up that all of the pupils lose their body and/or mind somehow because of Magnificus and his trials. Most of them literally, some metaphorically.
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kwiwrites · 6 months
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jegulily headcanons bc im going insane and my mutual is enabling me (cough moth cough) -
CONSIDER. Harry calling James Baba, Lily mom, and Regulus Papa. Like. can u imagine. little tiny scrunkly harry and his three lovely parents living happily ever after in a cottage
ALSO whenever harry gets sad he goes to james for cuddles, lily for a pep talk, and Regulus sings to him!!!
Harry loves Lily and James but whenever he has nightmares he goes to Reg bc he gives the best hugs even though he doesn't do it often.
When harry was sent off to hogwarts, Regulus started hyperventilating, james was ALSO hyperventilating and Lily was just sitting in the middle holding two grown, sobbing man children in her arms
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bellaxisworld · 4 days
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april 20 @jegulus-microfic prompt: green. word count: 439.
content warning: references to cannibalism as a metaphor for love - not terribly gory, but it is there. borderline unhealthy possessiveness in a relationship. blasphemy with religious imagery.
Regulus is full of love.
He is so full and overwhelmed and consumed by his love, it makes him sick. He feels the thorny and ugly vines writhing in his gut, prodding and poking his organs and wrapping around his bones, a green and jealous parasite of punishment.
He’s sick with love, because his love isn't simple or pure. His love isn't honorable. His love isn't gentle. His love is disgusting and devoted, vicious and violent. Regulus is not a being capable of the tenderness that comes with the typical associations of love.
Except—when he met James Potter, he became capable of some gentleness.
Regulus looks at James and he wants to touch, to pick him up so gently and set him in the palm of his hand, to hold and protect. Regulus learned that his affinity for violence is not exclusive from his gentleness. No, his violence and gentleness are bound together by his love, because holding James Potter’s heart so gently in his hand is just the prologue to crushing it to dust with his fingers.
He doesn't want to break James’ heart—and he won't. But he wants to have James forever, and he can only keep him if he leaves a mark, if he brands him as his own property. He won’t break James' heart, but he will press with greedy fingers until he leaves little purple bruises, until he sees the imprint of fingerprints upon James’ flesh. James makes him want to dig his teeth in and bite. Regulus is sick to his stomach with devotion, with the carnal desire to absorb every gory part of James. He wants to drop to knees, to run the ghost of his fingers over James’ chest, to crack him open and worship James with his mouth, his lips—he wants to sink his teeth in and devour, to bite and tear James apart, limb from limb if he’s allowed, to consume. Regulus needs to taste James’ love from the source, to feel his beating heart beneath his lips. He wants to flutter his eyelashes up at James as he licks his lips clean, reverent devotion spilling from his lips, red glistening and dripping from his chin; he wants to see the pained devotion mirrored in James' expression.
Regulus looks at James and sees every single way he'd commit sins and blaspheme in the name of love. His love for James is far more unconditional than any other love he’s known. Regulus would forever bear the weight of his sin in the name of his lover, and he'd make his descent with a smile on his lips.
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diazsdimples · 8 hours
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I think- I think you might be my person.
Buddie or BuckTommy if it sparks joy 💞🦛
Oh, we're going for the feels today huh? Have some Buddie feels, just for you my love 🥰🫶
"I think - I think you might be person."
The words hang heavy between them, thick with unspoken meaning. There's yearning behind them, years of bitten back "I love you" and "don't leave me" and "please stay, I need you." But finally, Buck will speak them, no longer afraid of the consequences. He's ready. They're ready.
Eddie looks a little stunned, his mouth hanging open slightly as he looks at Buck, takes in the open vulnerability of his expression. They're so close, just a couple more steps and they'll be there. Buck waits with bated breath, praying Eddie will take the cue and take Buck's tender, open heart delicately in his hands.
"I- we're best friends, Buck, I should hope I'm your person."
He's deflecting, Buck can tell. Eddie's had years of repression and Catholicism that've taught him to box away all his feelings and not allow himself to be authentically him.
But not anymore. They're allowed to be happy. They're allowed to have this, to have each other. Buck just needs to take that step that Eddie can't do himself, because Eddie will never let himself have something if he doesn't think Buck will want it too.
"No, Eddie. That's not what I mean, I'm not-" he sighs, mentally weighing up his options. He could back out now, pretend he was just talking about their friendship. But then they'd be back in that revolving door of bad decisions and unspoken words and Buck can't do that anymore. He won't.
"Fuck it. Eddie, you're my person because you're the most important thing in my life. You and Christopher. You're my best friend, yeah, but it's more than that, right? Every day I wake up and you're the first thing I think about. When we're not together, I feel empty, but when you're by my side it's like I'm whole, like a piece of me has been returned to my body. You're my person because there is no one else in this world I would rather spend every day with than you. I trust you with my life."
Eddie's eyes are soft and they shine with unshed tears. He's biting his lip and Buck wants nothing more than to run his thumb over it and release it from his teeth, and tenderly capture his lips with Buck's own. But he needs to finish what he's saying. Eddie has to hear it.
"Eddie I can't imagine a life without you. The sun rises and sets on you, the world revolves around you and I-" his voice breaks and he ducks his head. He can't go on, he can't say it, he's not strong enough, he's not-
Eddie's fingers curl under his chin and slowly, gently, he raises Buck's head so their eyes meet. God he's so beautiful. He's truly the most beautiful person Buck has ever seen.
"Go on," he whispers, his voice cracked and raw with emotion. "Please."
Buck sucks in a breath. It's now or never.
"I love you."
It's like the air has been knocked out of Eddie and his breath hisses from him. Buck can't breathe. The oxygen has been sucked from the room, and he can't breathe, not until Eddie speaks. Until he confirms that Buck hasn't fucked this up and read all the signals wrong.
"Please say something," he begs.
Eddie takes a step closer, his fingers never leaving Buck's chin. The gap between them closes until they're chest to chest, nose to nose, close than they've ever been before. Eddie's lips ghost against his, a tentative brush, as though he's testing the waters. Buck tilts his head ever so slightly and, emboldened, Eddie kisses Buck properly this time, their lips moving in sync with one another and oh, this is what's been missing from Buck's life.
It's like the world has a new meaning now because hold fuck, Eddie is kissing him. His best friend, the love of his life, the man he'd almost convinced himself he would never be allowed to have, is kissing him back as though he feels the same. There's such tenderness and emotion with the way Eddie kisses him, as though they were born for this. As though they were made for one another. Two halves of a whole, destined to be with one another regardless of circumstance.
Eddie pulls away from him and rests his forehead against Buck's, his lips pressed tightly together. He's breathing heavily and fast, as though he's moments away from a panic attack.
Buck gently touches Eddie's arm, just above the elbow. Eddie doesn't pull away, staying completely still.
"Eds?" Buck says, voice quiet and full of choked up emotion.
Eddie licks his lips and takes a deep breath, as though steeling himself, and Buck feels sick. He's going to say he doesn't feel it, that Buck is alone in this journey, that they're just friends and Buck has misread the signs. Eddie can't, he won't, won't ever-
"I love you too."
Send me a ship and a sentence and I'll finish it!!
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