#JAMIEEEEE

[adh-james-version]

Reg calling James “Jamie” is my equivalent of cocain

[sheisntyouspam]

my favourite dream was the one where i married james herondale

[grasslandgirl]

HIS HAT SAYS I, COG. I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR

[capybandit]

are u single

no i have a rly cute girlfriend he is actually holding my hand rn

[bubbleblowinggirl]

Then she going to say are they going to fist me in the shower 💀 and turn me into going straight

That mouth was off the chain 🤣

She did not give a fuck

[elilelibeli]

NOTHING, nothing is better than the scene after massive battle, or fight or like idk just disaster and a character is all bloody and injured and dirty before and now it’s like they are in comfortable clean clothes and they are clean and their hair is a bit wet from the shower and like they are still really injured but those stabs and scabs and injuries are still there and evident but they are all cleaned up and taken care of and the character is exhausted and like on a couch and they are just there in as much comfort as they can be and you are like whoa they fucking made it, even after the most damaging moments you can make it out and sit in sweatpants on your loves couch.

(This but Jegulus after Jamie rescues Reg from the cave)

[lakesbian]

Halfway through pulling my stuff off, tightly folding the forest green scarf into a bundle I could put in a pocket, I saw that Jamie was standing by the bookcase, a book open in front of him. “Jamie?” I asked. “One second.” I finished pulling all my stuff off, and handed it over to Gordon, who stuffed it under the bed.  I walked over to Jamie, and glanced over his elbow to see the book he was looking over. Rows on rows of portraits, with names beneath.  He gave each page only a moment’s glance. “Left arm,” I told him. Without taking his eyes off the book, he held out his left arm.  I pulled his jacket free of the arm. “Right arm.” I pulled the coat free, then handed it to Gordon. 

what did wildbow write them so cute and adorable for

[petoskeystones]

how to get my stage manager and bestie to give me some of the quilts once our schools 1930s appalachian play is over so i can make myself vests and perhaps coats

[gyuukyuu]

yeah im normal abt this post actually haha what do you mean

So we already know the boys preferences in music, can I ask which artist they'd most likely listen to?

*cough* hozier for Jamie *cough* and im not projecting

*coughs harder* Keshi and Omar Apollo for Percy— still not projecting

And hmm just checked Elio’s playlist and saw AC/DC, Sleep Theory, and Ocean Alley. So there’s that!

[tartt9]

jamie @ man united, 4 feb 2023

[tojisun]

the most important dad bod simon thought is when he’s fucking you in doggy and the swell of his gut perfectly slots into the arch if your back, heat and flesh pressing into every inch of your body as he weighs down on you, thrusts brutal and hard. it’s a perfect reminder of his presence— as if the fucking wasn’t hard enough to keep that at the forefront of your mind

jamieeeee my toes are curled!! this is so yummy im actually licking my screen idk hhhnh but absolutely!! (prev)

just. the way he surrounds you – fills you up – until you’re all heady and dizzy because he’s everywhere. overwhelming in the way he pumps his desires in you, waves of euphoric bliss tingling from where you feel him pressed up against you. the ripples of his fat and his muscles mingling with every thrust, reducing you into putty until all you could do is fist the sheets in hopes it can ground you.

the way he bears down his weight on your back while his arms, thick and strong, pull you up, suspending you on his cock. you hiccup a moan, garbling out your pleas, but simon just grunts in your ear, tells you how you’re such a good girl for taking him.

the way he fucks you in full nelson. folds you over before stuffing you up, and you cry at the dizzying pleasure. you don’t know what to focus on: his cock, rhythmic as it thrusts in you, or his arms folding you so expertly, or his stomach slotted against the small of your back, or his lap and how it cushions you amidst his rough pounding?

the way you mewl when simon wraps his hands around your wrists, the startling size difference making you clench around him. he huffs out a confused moan, nuzzling his nose on the back of your shoulder, before catching on your current fixation. he groans, guttural and packed with want, his thumbs rubbing soft touches along the inside of your wrists. “pocket-sized, aren’t cha?”

and the way you know his hold will leave bruises, hand-shaped marks around your wrists, your waist, your hips. or how your skin throbs at the bite marks he left, your neck sticky with simon’s spit but you’re too far gone to think of anything else other than the bubbling elation of knowing how much he’s marked you as his.

dear gods im sweating. i need him so bad

[cixrosie]

OHHHH ILL CRY AGAIN

jamieeeee 🥰🥰

also his dancing in the first video he’s such a dork i love him so much

[cheeksred]

@trackmind

i miss our babies

Jim Kirk in Star Trek: Strange New Worlds 2.03

[squ1g33]

Mmmmhhhhh Jamieeeee,,!! (I love doodling in math instead of actually doing math)

[ask-ronndoll]

JAMIEEEEE!! 🫶

also hi im alive work has been eating up my time ahahahahahauahhquah

[elilelibeli]

They are doing a painting date night. Wine bottle is open, paintbrushes scattered around the table, they each have their own water cup that now has a strange color from all the mixed paint. The new vinyl they got today is filling the space with warm sounds.

James and Regulus spent a sunny Sunday together, out and about. You know those day where you don’t really have to do anything but the weather is so good you come up with special errands to run or go to places you would not really get to go if you were busy. That’s how they end up in Sunday Market Extravaganza this morning, getting everything from fancy pickles to rings and handcrafted elf ears for Reggie. And then terrace lunch and walk through the park followed by shopping spree at arts&crafts shop for their impromptu painting night date. That is how they are finishing their already lovely Sunday with small molberts in front of them, wine glass in one hand and paint brush in the other.

The objective of the night is to paint each other. Regulus will paint James and it will turn out amazing and beautiful and museum worthy as James describes and James will try to paint Regulus as he really tries to not mess up but “honestly even I can’t mess up Reggies beautiful face”.

Regulus was a bit skeptical, he really likes painting but it is his alone time activity, he doesn’t really like to share the process or the product. But seeing James focusing with his tongue slightly out and brows furrowed is convincing him that sometimes saying yes to things you don’t want is good because my god James looks really adorable.

Regulus has studied James’s face, like he doesn’t even need to look at him to paint him, but every chance he gets to really look at the love of his life’s face he takes it all in. The messy curls dancing with every little head turn, smile lines around his eyes because he really does smile with the most beautiful and the biggest smile ever. Lopsided grin and jawline that could kill a man. So he is sitting there staring and painting and staring and painting and he is so so pleased.

It’s really everything Regulus loves. Days spent slowly, holding James’s arm, talking and walking and just existing submerged by warmth and love. He knows how lucky he is and feels how truly happy he is, sitting here in his home full with comfort and hugs, shared secrets of the dark, midnight snacks and morning sex and he is giddy with the feeling, he smiles at the thought that he is sitting there with his elf ears and paintbrush in his hand and he has never felt more loved or at peace and oh life is so worth living like this.

“Reggie to Earth” James’s honey coated voice pulls him down from the clouds of happiness, “Are you finished?”

“Umm..I think so” Regulus is looking at his painting, “Are you done?”

“Yes it’s done, it’s the best it can get I am afraid and if I do more I’ll just ruin it.” James is focusing back to his painting. “Show me yours please”

Regulus holds his painting up and takes a picture of it and James’s face side by side. They look identical, warm eyes and grin and everything. Regulus chuckles, he is pleased with his skills and turns the painting around to show it to James.

“Oh my god love, this is amazing” James’s eyes tear up in seconds. “I love this so much, I love you, oh this is going straight to my parents they will love it” he smiles at Regulus.

“Go on show me yours” Regulus interrupts the string of compliments eager to see how James did.

James takes a breath in and slowly turns his painting around. Only it’s not a painting, it has words on it, carefully written with love hearts around it. And suddenly Regulus’s breath hitches because his brain registers what the words say and he is looking at James on his knee and back at the painting and back at the most beautiful ring he has ever seen and oh my god he is crying.

He is crying because James is saying how much he loves Regulus and how he can not wait for another week to start without being engaged with him and how he is so beautiful and so lucky to have him and he is saying Regulus’s full name and asking the question and oh my god Regulus will marry James!

If you’ve ever seen the night sky on new years illuminated with sudden bursts of thousand fireworks you know how Regulus feels. He is full of love and fireworks of happiness are going off in his whole being.

He jumps up from his seat and cries “Yes”, the best word he has ever said, to James and hugs him with full force.

The ring is beautiful, he is hugging his now fiancee, who to nobody’s surprise is sobbing happiness tears and he oh my god is still wearing the ridiculous elf ears and sweatpants and he is engaged to the love of his life like this and it’s ridiculous and so happy. Happiest, in the arms of his forever love and a beautiful, beautiful ring on his finger.

Heavily inspired by this tiktok