#House Jameson

[worlds-end-discotheque]

I’m in the process of moving out and my room looks like a location in Disco Elysium.

What’s my DE character lore based on the loot options in this space 😭😭

[meadowbrookprophecy]

slytherin boys react

their romance tropes!

these tropes are all featured in our slytherin boys fanfic, which you can read here!

[msperfectlyfine2]

just my favourite hawthornes

[hearthown]

This sentence broke me.

I guess that's what Grayson does.

His words break my heart.

^see what I did there ;) iykyk (hint: it was what Gray was telling Jamie about in the treehouse before Jamie's 8th birthday)

[catapparently]

~The Glass Ballerina's Reputation~

CHAPTER 1- ...Ready for it?

Masterlist • Chapter 2

averyjameson!mafia AU After Avery's mother's death, she is left with many questions. What happened to her mother's family? Who were they? Why did her mother never talk about them? Why did Jameson Winchester Hawthorne appear in her life? ...What is her mother's secret?

When Avery was a kid, her mom was constantly inventing games. Not your average games like Hide-And-Seek or Tag. They were always small tests, a competition. Once they’d played the Who-Can-Stack-The-Most-Pancakes or Who-Could-Build-The-Tallest-Tower-of-Cards. There was always something to find, something to figure out- something to fix or something to take apart. A challenge. The rush of excitement and the thrill that came with success is what made Avery feel alive.

The last game her mother had made for her was the Don’t-You-Dare-Miss-Me game, where she sent Avery on a challenge to find a mysterious item. It was the longest game yet, suspiciously so. When her mom gave her such complicated games, like that one time she made Avery an escape room, she’d leave little clues that would confirm she was on the right track. Yet this game had been completely devoid of all that. All she was told was to find “where the heart feels whole”.

There was only one possible answer to that. Home. Not their little apartment, no. The antique shop her mother owned, right under where they lived. That’s where they felt at home. Each of the little trinkets they received from donations or found had a story behind them. Sometimes, when she couldn’t sleep, Avery would sneak downstairs to the antique shop and try to guess the object’s history. Once they’d received one of those old vintage desks, the ones that had even more shelves on top of the tabletop itself, and a bunch of hidden compartments everywhere. It even had its very own built in gas lamp. She could vividly imagine the original owner sitting at it, working with a quill and a pot of ink, furrowing his brow in concentration or struggle. It was objects like these that had a meaning, that were valued and cherished. They had stories.

When she’d entered the shop, she didn’t find any clue to indicate she was on the right track. The place had felt strange without her mother there ever since she’d been hospitalized.

Avery searched high and low. Nothing. Finally, she went to a relatively small room behind the counter and pushed open the door. There was a fireplace. It had been there ever since her mom had rented this place, but it didn’t work. Sometimes they’d bring chairs and sit around it, pretending it worked. Their home. That’s when her mom told her stories about who she was before she had Avery. About  Ricky. About a secret lover. Not once did she ever mention her family.

For Avery, home was where her mom was. Family.

She immediately noticed that one of the wood planks of the flooring was askew. She slipped her fingers beneath it, blindly feeling around for something. Sure enough, she felt it. A paper with a phone number. Libby Grambs, it read, above the string of numbers.

By the time Avery made it back to the hospital, the heart monitor wasn’t beeping with that annoying yet reassuring ding. The bleak room was even more uneasily silent, devoid of life.

It was at that moment that Avery decided to never play again.

“I thought you promised to stay away from him, Lib.”

Avery was tired of watching Libby dust the antique shop over and over again, hobbling around with her black eye and bumping into everything. There were two things Libby always did when she had something on her mind- she either bakes a bunch of cupcakes that Avery would have no choice but stuff herself with later or dusts the antique shop until even the antiques themselves looked brand new.

“I couldn’t help it, Ave. He… he called me and said sorry and that he wanted to meet up.”

Avery rolled her eyes and tapped on the cash register in anger, though holding back from crushing the keys. They definitely couldn’t afford another one unless one of them suddenly married some rich man.

It was always the same story. Libby did or said something Drake didn’t like. Then he’d hit her. Only once, but it was already too much. Then he’d apologize and do his usual speech, and Libby would forgive him.

“This is the seventh time you’ve broken up with him,” she spat at her sister. “Make it be the last.”

Libby nearly knocked over another vintage jewelry box. “I can’t help it.” She ducked down to steady the box, probably already thinking about what types of cupcakes she was going to bake this time.

“How about you go and flip the OPEN sign outside? We should close up. I doubt we’re going to get any more customers at this hour.”

Libby nodded and went to the front door. Just as she was going out, she slammed straight into a man who had just opened the door to come inside.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry I didn’t mean to–”

Avery glanced over while her sister started rambling away. A man with ashy brown hair and a cowboy hat was helping her sister up in a gentlemanly manner. He had matching cowboy boots, too. He looked… quite odd, honestly. Dressed as both a cowboy and in a fancy way at once. She couldn’t tell if he was some rich guy mocking cowboys or just a desperate wannabe. His skin glowed a beautiful tan, though Avery was skeptical as to whether it was real or not. These days bronzing drops were all the rage.

“Be careful, darlin’,” the handsome stranger said to her sister, whose blush seemed very visible because of her pale skin, looking at him as though he was a heaven-sent messenger offering tickets to paradise. She was so red even her blue roots seemed to be turning purplish.

Libby shyly thanks him and practically runs out the door, red-faced. The stranger’s gaze follows her curiously, and then he picked up an item that had fallen off a nearby shelf when he’d bumped into her. He then turned around and headed for the counter.

“The name’s Nash.” He glanced out at the sign Libby was flipping outside that now read ‘CLOSED’. “Well, mind if I take a look around even though you seem to be closing up? I promise I won’t take long.”

Avery nodded, watching him as he wandered around the little shop, his boots clicking rhythmically. He stopped at a particular shelf and picked up a knife, flipping it over in his large palm. It had patterns engraved onto the blade and a gem encrusted hilt, one of the more expensive items the shop had to sell lately.

“I’ll buy it,” he said, looking back up. The strange cowboy came and placed it on the counter, pulling out a shiny black card.

“Is that your sister?” he asked as she rummaged around, trying to find the magnetic stripe reader. Customers didn’t usually arrive waving around a fancy card.

“Yeah.” Avery paused, looking at him suspiciously. “Why do you ask?”

Nash raised an eyebrow playfully. “Ever heard of genuine, well intentioned romantic interest, kid?” he said, a slight southern accent dragging out some vowels and adding an atypical rhythm to his speech. Was that real, too? “What’s her name?”

“Libby. And stay far, far away from her,” she warned as she handed him the receipt and the knife. ‘Nash’ gave her a grin.

“Farewell, little miss. I’ll make sure to come around again, and maybe I’ll have my brothers tag along next time.” With that, he tipped his cowboy hat at her and winked, then turned around to walk out. Avery glared at him through the store’s glass door as he chatted away with Libby outside.

Her fists tightened on the edges of the countertop; fragments of their yapping being heard through the open window. Libby did not need another act to her tragic love life. Drake was already more than enough.

Sure, this guy looked nicer, but you could never know for sure. Drake had looked handsome and calm at first, too.

Avery rubbed her temples, trying to soothe the already forming headache as Libby burst back into the store, blabbing away.

“Avery, isn’t he so dreamy? I never liked cowboys but…”

Someone kill me now.

~~~

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[deadbeatescape]

the daily bugle staff :D

source: "OFFICIAL HANDBOOK OF THE MARVEL UNIVERSE DELUXE EDITION #3"

[chaosthynameisbi]

i want to be serious but unfortunately i am jameson hawthorne so i cannot

[downrightbooks]

This is what I image Christmas time to look like at Hawthorne House

[dogboy-danielcain]

like a bad girl should!

Carol Ohmart (House on Haunted Hill) + Patricia Cutt (The Tingler) + Hazel Court (The Raven) + Joyce Jameson (The Comedy of Terrors) + Like a Bad Girl Should by The Cramps

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday #jksimmonds #actor #JJonahJameson #spiderman #farfromhome #nowayhome #acrossthespiderverse #TheCiderHouseRules #ThankYouforSmoking #Juno #BurnAfterReading #JennifersBody #Whiplash #LaLaLand #JusticeLeague #BeingtheRicardos #RedOne #GravityFalls #Invincible

[gambit-blogs]

The grandest games

(Grayson and Phone Girl musts)

Phone girl better not have red hair any other color is fine but red is a huge NO

She and Grayson better have like an enemy-to-lovers/opposites-attract kind of relationship.

I want it to be a bit of a slow burn I NEED a build-up on this romance. (He always falls too quick.)

I also don't want him to know it's her at first (heck I don't even want to know it's her at first)

[riddles-n-games]

Has anyone ever thought that maybe there are booby traps or hidden trapdoors in the secret tunnels of the Hawthorne House and that any unsuspecting Hawthorne brother may have gotten caught in them at some point? I believe that this would especially apply to our one and only Jameson Winchester Hawthorne who frequents them the most. Imagine Jamie's drunk, stumbles into one of the passageways because he's had a rough day (inferencing from Skye's conversation with Avery in the first book with how he used to get lost in those halls for long periods of time likely means they're his comfort spots) and he's in one that leads to the kitchen but then makes a wrong turn. There's a bit of buzzing in his head from the alcohol but a gut feeling is telling him he's going the wrong way, yet, he continues on anyway until he steps on a loose lock, triggering a trapdoor to open underneath him. He, of course, falls down into a room that he's never been in and straight up passes out only to end up staying there until the next evening around the time of the mandatory dinner that everyone has to show up to. Concluding that he's missing, his brothers set out on the hunt to find him.

Nash and Grayson are actively going through all his usual haunts, trying to locate him while Xander is trailing them with a camera in his hands, documenting the whole thing and throwing in over-the-top commentary as the unofficial narrator of the little documentary. When they finally get to the corridor that leads from Jamie's room to the kitchen, Nash spots the split in the hall and since they already checked the kitchen, he decides they should skip the typical route and check out that other way. Grayson tries to fight him on this but relents to Nash's brotherly instincts as the oldest of them and they go, Xander merrily following behind them.

To their surprise, they see a hole in the floor and rush to it only to find their very much asleep brother in the sunken space. Xan takes out his phone and starts to snap photos and neither of his older brothers stop him. Thankful that they found him, Nash jumps down and so does Grayson who searches for a light as Xander continues to film from above. Gray manages to find a switch and after getting over the initial brightness, also sees a way up again with a roll-down ladder so he unfolds it and climbs back up beside Xander to help Nash bring Jameson up. Meanwhile, Nash is trying to get a handle on his long and lanky brother who is just all sprawled out limbs so after a few minutes of wrestling him into a proper position, he pushes Jamie against the ladder for Grayson to start hauling him up. As he pulls him up by gripping under his shoulders, Nash is pushing Jameson’s legs up to get him out of there so he can come back up himself. 

After all this nonsense, they manage to get into formation and carry him back down the passage to his bedroom and Xander is “helping” them by having a hand on one of Jameson's knees but more so focusing on recording the segment which leaves Gray a little frustrated as he has a handle on the feet. It takes a bit of maneuvering around to get to Jameson's room with Jameson himself but they are able to do it and set him on his bed. Nash checks out Jameson's head to make sure there aren't any signs of a concussion while Grayson searches around for an Advil and a spare water bottle. When all is fine and dandy, Xander has his fun by tucking Jameson in and pulling out an old teddy bear before he leaves. He proceeds to stay up the entire night to put together and edit his video.

The next morning, when Jamie finally regains consciousness post-hangover, he wakes to a text from Xan featuring an iMovie file. He opens it up to find it’s a mini documentary of his brothers making rounds around the House, going slightly insane as they tried to find him with Xander’s unnecessary narration in his sober opinion.  Problem is, he realizes that the video isn’t in the one-on-one iMessage chat between him and Xander; his brother sent it to group chat with all four of them in it. He doesn't read the rest but when he does encounter any of his brothers the remainder of that day, they all give him a small smirk or amused shake of the head.

[meadowbrookprophecy]

new slytherin boy alert 👀

this is jameson berkshire! yes, he looks just like enzo, that’s because jameson is his twin brother!

read our fanfic featuring the slytherin boys and jameson here!!

[msperfectlyfine2]

if i was avery, no questions would be asked

[hearthown]

Thinking about that one scene in TFG where Xander told Avery that "all my life people have hated me" or something along the lines of that and WHATTTTTTTT? HOW COULD ANYONE HATE THAT PRECIOUS BOY

XANDER HATERS SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES

To be very very honest, IMO, out of all of the Hawthornes, Xander would be the one with the least enemies and least amount of haters COME ONNNNNNN

[kalcifers-blog]

Hey. You like The Owl House, right?

What covens would all the egos be in?

OH I FYCKING L O V E THE OWL HOUSE OKOKOKOK

Marvin is a Wild Witch 1000% they're too in love with magic to not be a wild witch, they wanna know everything about it and appreciate it to its fullest extent. Marvin and Eda would be such good friends like actually. He'd specialise in Illusion, Oracle and Abomination magic!! But he knows a bit of everything.

Chase just reads as being Construction Coven coded. Like yes he just is Construction. He'd have a sigil as well. But he would be super good at it- I think he'd have a bit of a harder time with flying (bro probably has a fear of heights let's be honest).

JJ is absolutely an illusionist !! And he's very powerful with it too. He's never liked the idea of sigils even though he only really uses illusion magic, so he uses an illusion stone to pretend he has a sigil. He's just sneaky like that!!

Henrik is naturally in the Healing Coven, but I think it wasn't by choice (in a similar way Willow didn't want to be in the Abomination Coven but was pushed into it) he unfortunately does have a sigil and has never not regretted it- he tries to focus on being a Healer and that he's helping people to hide how he feels about his situation. If he had the choice too he would've been in the Bard Coven.

Jackie I could imagine being in the Emperors Coven but in a "was manipulated from a young age" kinda way. He has since left and likes to focus on himself and exploring magic in the way he wanted too (yes he's allowed to use all magic but the stigma of "you can only use one" really got to him so he only now has actually started exploring it properly). He's more talented with elemental magic and he's a naturally good flyer !!! He does have a sigil but he hides it so he isn't discovered.

Anti would be a demon in the Boiling Isles and would probably have a focus on Abomination Magic but in his own messed up way. I also think Anti comes off as not respecting the Emperors Coven (he still has beef with Marvin tho) so he also knows Beast Keeping.