#ch: liam

[hannahssimblr]

She seems brighter when she comes back, though we all ignore the blotchiness of her face, like she’s just been crying. Her lashes are a little wet too, making them long and spiky like she’s a girl from a cartoon. She and Liam are smiling into each other's faces now, mumbling vague reassurances, giggling together as though what just occurred was so silly, and hasn’t caused any genuine hurt to either of them. 

When he kisses her on the cheek she flinches slightly as though there is something objectionable or embarrassing about the way that he touches her, and in that moment his insecurity makes sense. 

I think everyone feels bad for her then and wants for her to feel included because they start asking her questions about school which she answers enthusiastically, making sure to look very interested and engaged in what everyone is saying. It occurs to me that she’s a nice person, that she’s making an effort with others and being polite, and perhaps my initial judgement of her formality was unfair. I think I should try harder to be a nice person too, but then I wonder if it’s even in my nature to be that way. I’ve sort of already embraced being a bastard and allowed it to define me. 

“Tell everyone what you want to do in college,” Shane encourages, and Evie fiddles with the ends of her plaits. “Oh, well, art, I think.”

“You make art?” I say.

Immediately her face reddens. It must be a side effect of her kind of complexion. 

“Yeah, I suppose I’m okay at it.”

“Everyone says she’s great at it.” Liam says proudly, as though we are discussing his accomplishments and not Evie’s. “I haven’t seen her drawings yet, but the girls were raving about her. She draws in her sketchbook every day.”

“That’s cool.” I speak pointedly to her and not him, “What do you draw?” 

“Just whatever I see. Landscapes, people, sometimes still life, like stuff that’s lying around in the mobile home. I really like doing it, because when I’m drawing I don’t have to think about anything else.”

I smile. Somehow it’s comforting to hear her talking about art in a way that’s wholly familiar to me, as a meditation, a form of escapism.

“Jude is an artist too.” Jen says. “Ye have something in common.”

“Yeah, I’m studying art in college next year. I already have my place in the Berlin Academy of Fine Arts to do a degree.”

“Oh, so you’re studying abroad?”

“Yeah, it’s going to be good. Four years in Germany, I can’t wait. I’m actually leaving at the end of the summer,” which is… about seven weeks. My palms prickle and become damp with sweat but I keep smiling. It’s fine. Everything will just fall into place as long as I don't get stressed. 

Claire interrupts our conversation with her return, and kneels whispering urgent sounding things to Evie. I don’t hear anything but the delightful phrase “throwing up everywhere” and wonder with utter dread what exactly constitutes everywhere. On the couch? The rug? Up the walls? Well, at least it’ll be motivation to clean the house for once. Still, I’m struck by how much I fucking hate Kelly Healy in that moment, and consider suggesting that Jen clean up her vomit as penance for inviting her in the first place. 

“I can get my dad to come and collect us,” Liam is saying as he and Evie are getting up to help.

“Is everything okay?” says Jen, and Evie smiles tightly, “Yeah, just Kelly’s sick, so we’re going to have to take her home and look after her and stuff.”

“You don’t have to go, Evie, you can stay here with us if you want.”

She shakes her head, “No, I do. I want to go with them,” she turns to leave, but Jen quickly catches her wrist, “Hey, you should come to Dublin with us this weekend.”

“Huh?”

“Jude and I are going to an exhibition, and you might really like it.”

Usually I’d be pissed off that she’s changing our plans without consulting me first, but it seems like a good idea to me, actually. Maybe it’d be nice to go to an exhibition with someone who enjoys art, and not just Jen who walks around pointing at things and saying I could do that if I was bothered.

“No pressure at all,” I assure her, “but yeah, if you want to, you’re welcome. We’ll mostly be hanging out in the city for the day anyway so whatever you feel like doing.”

Jen pats her hand and gives her a meaningful look, “I’m just saying, it might be nice to get away for an afternoon.”

Evie grins. It’s the happiest I’ve seen her look all night, “I’d love to.”

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[s0ftpining]

tfw your crush sings you a song via sending stone ♡ / shop

[honeybyte]

some goobers in love

[ryuusea]

liam-sensei’s smile is love and life 🥹🙏

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

Me: *Feeling bogged down by all of the sadness, mainly from the tragic curses, in Ikevil* Man I need a break from this

*pulls up Ikepri* I don't want to do Gilbert's route since he's a villain and I'm trying to get a break, so I'll pick my second favorite! Yves.

.... Are you fucking KIDDING me?! The first line!

"whY dO I keEp eNdinG uP WIth cuRsEd PeOpLE or vILLainS-?" APPARENTLY IT'S MY TYPE!

[jacobelcrdi]

[valyrfia]

i understand why charles signed the mega contract with ferrari and why it's important to him to stay and win with ferrari but dammit lestappen rbr would've given us some of the best racing in recent memory

[hannahssimblr]

“Come on!” Jen giggles, “Just one! One little eeny-weeny teeny puff!”

“No! Get it away!” 

With one hand locked behind my neck, she tries to slot a joint into my mouth. I gently but firmly peel her hands off me. “This is the textbook definition of peer pressure.”

“Oh, you should tell your parents what’s happening to you. They’ll think I’m evil.”

“They already half think that.”

“Come on!”

“I’ll vomit.”

“You might not this time. It might be different.”

“There’s something deeply insane about that statement.”

“Here!” Shane interjects, holding his hand out for the joint. “Give it to me, sure it’s only wasted on him.” He pops it between his lips, and when he smokes it, the end crackles, a dot of smouldering light in the dark. 

Standing around watching my friends get stoned has been a regular fixture of the summer. We spend most of these long, lazy evenings hanging out in some unkempt corner of the caravan park, where the sun’s warmth lingers on the fractured tarmac and damp beach towels are drying over the wire fence around the tennis court. 

Last night, some man in his thirties complained that our chatting was disturbing his kids’ bedtime and that he could smell the weed smoke inside his caravan. Except he didn’t call it weed. He called in ganja, and when he went back inside, we snickered about it until he hissed out of the window that he was going to phone the police.

So tonight I am standing around watching my friends get stoned in town instead. It took me forty-five minutes to cycle in to meet them, and my reward for that is the ends of the Chinese takeaway that they didn’t finish and a wonky joint being forced into my mouth.

“Fuck, that’s shite,” Shane hacks out a bone-dry cough, and he pushes the joint towards Joe, who has the temerity to look offended. “Hey! My brother sold me that.”

“Did your brother fish it out of that bin at the back of the chipper?”

Joe smokes it to prove a point. “It’s lovely,” he insists, eyes watering, “I think that’s… that’s actually the nicest weed I ever had.”

“It tastes of stale crackers.”

“My brother wouldn’t sell me bad stuff! Don’t say that about-” his eyes bulge and he breaks off into wheezing coughs, doubling over with a hand clutching at his throat, “Okay, right enough,” he manages as we passively watch him struggle, “it’s a bit dry.” 

Kasper is waving in the distance, doing a little half-run across the pedestrian crossing. He’s coming back from the off licence with a school bag packed so full of cans that he hasn’t been able to zip it up all the way. 

“I saw Liam,” He says, eyes dancing as though he has spotted a cryptid in the woods, “And girlfriend eating at restaurant.”

“Just now?” Jen says. 

“Yes, five minutes.”

They must be on a date. I wonder did he ask her to his debs. I wonder if she said yes. I wonder why I am invested. 

“Oh! Cute! Maybe they’ll come and hang out.” She produces her flip phone and begins texting. 

“No,” Shane protests with a waving hand, “Don’t. Don’t invite them.”

“Too late. I’ve asked her.”

“No. It’s weird! I don’t want her to see me stoned.”

“She knows you smoke weed.”

“She doesn’t.”

“Well, she’s about to find out.”

My stomach does strange things at the thought of seeing Evie again. It’s ridiculous and makes little sense because she’s just some random girl who hangs out with Kelly Healy. It would be easier to dismiss this sensation as weird hunger pangs if I hadn’t eaten less than half an hour ago, so instead, I conclude I am experiencing a sudden onset anxiety disorder and concentrate on ignoring it.

When she arrives about fifteen minutes later, I ignore the feeling even harder. She is smiling, but Liam is not. He drags his feet behind her, pointedly miserable, while Evie drifts over and hugs Jen, oblivious to him. 

I’m there too, somehow, holding out my arms to hug her. I make sure it’s brief, because I am still somewhat attempting to be nice to Liam, and suspect he considers my touching or looking at Evie in any way to be bullying. I give him that awkward, closed-lip smile afterwards, and he does the same in return. 

The smell of Evie’s jasmine shampoo lingers in my nose even after she is gone. 

“What happened to your face?” Shane asks her. She goes pink and wipes a knuckle under her eye. “Nothing happened. Kelly did my makeup.”

A laugh bubbles from his lips. “Well, you look mad.”

All I noticed was the dark makeup on her eyes and some lipstick. It’s not exactly shocking stuff.

Jen rolls her eyes as she takes the joint from Joe. “Don’t mind him. You look lovely as usual.” She takes a long, luxurious drag. “You want?” 

“Ah, no. She can’t have any,” Shane pushes Jen’s arm away. “I wouldn’t let Evie do any of this stuff. She’s only a baby.”

Jen doesn’t rest, she just swings her arm to Liam instead. “How about you?” And I wonder if the quality is really so bad that she’s offering it to him. I feel it’s just as good in the rubbish bin. Smirking, I catch eyes with Evie, who is trying her hardest to look serious, and wonder if she is thinking about the story I told her about him at the gallery yesterday. The memory of her guilty laughter makes me feel like I might lose my cool completely.

Liam brushes some curls across his forehead and straightens up haughtily. “No thanks. I’m probably not going to stay for long, anyway. I have to get up at six for work.” He takes his phone out of his jeans. “Actually, I think I’m going to text my dad to come and get me now, so if you want a lift, Evie, you can come.”

“No,” she says, a little too quickly. “I think I’m going to stay.”

His brow furrows. “Will you just get a taxi then or what?”

“We’ll get her home safely,” I say, and a rigidity comes over Liam. He won’t look at me, and a muscle pops in his cheek. 

“Will you? But sure, you’re all stoned.”

“I’m not. She’ll be fine with us.”

“Okay,” he says, though it’s clear it’s not at all, but what does he expect? You can’t exactly force a girl who is so clearly repelled by your presence to hang out with you. In fact, Evie spends the next half hour chit-chatting with Jen and ignoring him while he sulks in the background, waiting for his dad to collect him. When he leaves they exchange awkward goodbyes, and she continues as she was, as though she’s already forgotten he was with her. I should probably feel bad for him, but I am oddly triumphant. 

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[godscobhhq]

Barbossa from Pirates of the Caribbean

Name: Hector Barbossa Age: 50 Profession: Harbormaster Pronouns: He/Him FC suggestions: Sean Bean, Idris Elba, Liam Cunningham Face Claim: Geoffrey Rush Availability: Taken

Hector's family had lived in this godforsaken town as long as he could remember. His father had been the Harbormaster for decades before a son had been even a thought and before him, so had his grandfather and his grandfather before that. This town was where good men go to die. Hector's mother had said that.

Good thing he'd never been a good man.

What miserable trade the town took part in went through the docks. No man with a lick of sense would take the land route here. Not with the treachery of the winds and rain that haunted visitors. It skulked in the shadows of townsfolk and tourists alike until it ran out the latter.

The sea was different. You could trust the stars, feel the breath of the sea in each rise and fall of the waves. Hector had worked those waters before he'd taken his father's place. He'd sailed the ferry ships for tourists around the coast, navigated the old fishing vessels, his sweat and blood had mixed with the ocean and so he too was a part of it.

Of course, his blood had found home other places. Too many a barfights in his youth earned him a stool at the seedy joints. Unless he had a bribe to take, he didn't frequent the upscale bars. No point in taking up space where one isn't wanted. He'd already earned a reputation as a salty bastard. It'd grown on him.

As it came to be, he was a man of many hats. If something needed to be brought into the town unnoticed, money needed to end up in Barbossa's hand. A shipment could go missing easily if no one knew to look for it. If a body needed to be disposed of, few locals braved the water past the shoals. If the current took it, it'd never wash up near enough Godscobh to raise any brows. This life of backroom deals had set him up nicely, and he had no complaints.

Only aspirations of more.

Notable character information: Barbossa's selfish desires cost them everything in the end.

[ourlovelines]

ribbons and traditions

pairing: liam x daphne setting: royalverse word count: 0.6k

a/n: i need you to know their heights so you can see this clearer FKDJSJS. liam's 6'1 and daphne is 5'2

“Just one more thing, my princess.” Winking at her confused expression, Liam faced the jewellery he had one of his staff put out earlier, eyes scanning over the accompanying rolls of colourful ribbon. “This is the one,” he said, picking up a pale green roll with a smile, unravelling it as he turned back to Daphne.

“Oh! Are these to be wrapped around my arms?” Daphne smiled up at him as he nodded, reaching for her hand, meeting him halfway, “I thought I saw people wearing something akin to this on the way here.”

“Clever girl. As you know, this week is our famed flower festival, and so, in our kingdom, it's become a tradition for couples to do this. Truly, it started with my father,” he laughed, face fond as he carefully wound the ribbon down her fingers, “my father grew up in a small kingdom, more grounded than the grandeur of my mother's, and he grew up watching his parents and grandparents wrap ribbons up and down their arms for ceremonies. His father explained to him the reason they did it was because it gave them a moment together throughout all the chaos and excitement of the day. They knew they'd have those few minutes to be with each other, and so my father wanted to continue that tradition with his future wife and family.”

“That's a beautiful sentiment, Liam, thank you for telling me.” Daphne's eyes were bright, her free hand cupping his cheek, “You picked such a pretty colour too.”

Snorting softly, he turned his head to press a kiss to the centre of her palm, “A pretty girl has to have a pretty ribbon.” Reaching over, he grabbed a small bejewelled rose pin; the gemmed petals sparkling in the light, using it to hold the ribbon ends in place before lifting her other arm to begin the same process, “Plus,” he glanced up at her with a smirk, “it matches my suit, which I made sure matches your dress.”

“How did you-- Xan.” Rolling her eyes at Liam’s nod, Daphne shook her head, “Should’ve known.”

“Had to make sure we matched, princess. You’ll still take my breath away when I see you all dressed up tonight, you always do. Besides, this is us having that moment, just like my parents.” Liam said, voice shy and cheeks tinged red.

“I love you even more for thinking ahead and planning for us to have this moment, it’s one I will always treasure.” Daphne surged forward, her lips finding Liam’s for a few tender moments, “Anyways, how did your father’s tradition spread to everyone else?”

“Well, the first flower festival after my parents were officially courting, mum was seen at every event with different coloured ribbons, and some traders came back from dad’s kingdom where they found out about it and word spread from there. Mum and dad were flattered that everyone seemed to love it so much and now it’s just a part of the norm.” Pinning the second gemmed rose to the ribbon, Liam raised both of her hands to his lips, pressing a kiss just below the roses.

“Liam, they look gorgeous, thank you--” Daphne paused, tilting her head, “but what about my ring finger?" she wiggled her left hand in his face, "I thought the ribbons would match?”

Liam stood, pulling her up with him, amusement evident in his voice. “You don’t know? That spot, my princess, is for later.” With that, he turned and walked out the doors, laughter ringing clear through the halls at Daphne’s flustered stuttering as she scrambled to catch up to him.

[corpiote]

keith drama ch 24 slight spoilers below

yves being himself🥰

irl, I am liam. however, this scene is fluffy and humorous, so I'll let it slide

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

I haven't even read it yet and it ALREADY HURTS (even more so with context of what happened just before)

I already feel too many emotions

screaming "I DIDN'T HAVE IT IN MYSELF TO GO WITH GRACE, 'CAUSE WHEN I'D FIGHT YOU USED TO TELL ME I WAS BRAVE!"

[ambrosiallkiss]

That hyphen of censorship 😅☺️

[safesthavens]

@stubborngods asked: ““Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?” (liam + felix)”

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Nibs wasn’t one to hold back when the Boys got the chance to drink… or, he hadn’t been. Being in Neverland made him feel ancient sometimes. The stress was getting to him - and yet somehow he still managed to have fun while taking care of all of the kids who he worried about now.

Worrying about Sooner was one thing he was used to at least. It came with a certain ease. This wasn’t new, wasn’t scary, like it had once been. It was almost scripted at this point. Nibs was buzzed and Sooner… well. Nibs gently grabbed his wrists to stabilize him, laughter already in the back of his throat and a smile on his lips. “Just you.” He rolled his eyes. “Maybe you should stop for the night. Come on, I can get you into bed.” The words set it up as a suggestion but he’s already slinging Sooner’s arm around his shoulders and being the tallest Lost Boy has come in handy again because he pulls Sooner nearly off his feet as he hefts them up. That makes it easier to follow what he’s saying, at least.