#james (.flow)

[pb-s-corner]

CW: GORE + SICKNESS +my interpretation of .flow

[daffi-990]

Fantasy AU Buck & Eddie

As Buck draws the bowstring back he feels Eddie come up beside him, feels the heat of his body pressing along his side.

Eddie reaches around Buck, his left hand splaying over Buck’s lower back as the fingers of his right hand delicately run down Buck’s arm from his wrist to the bend of his left elbow.

“Archery is about your breath,” Eddie says softly, “let it guide you, ground you, focus you. Let the bow become an extension of you, just like a sword. You are not it’s master, wielding control over it, but it’s partner, working alongside it.”

The warmth from Eddie’s breath as he speaks caresses Buck’s neck, goose flesh pebbling in its wake. Buck tries to keep his focus on the target in front of him and not on the male behind him, pressing in closer, his lips now ghosting over the shell of Buck’s ear.

“Choose your target and get them in your sights. Let the world slow down around you, like the only two things that exist in this moment are you and them.”

Buck takes a deep breath, the scent of Eddie invading his senses. His woodsy, earthy aroma floods Buck’s nose, his eyes fluttering shut as he greedily inhales another lungful. He swallows thickly, and swears he can taste fresh rain on his tongue.

Buck feels the press of Eddie’s nose against his hair, feels the way the other males chest rises as he takes a breath. Feels the shudder of his exhale, his arms shifting and the muscles drawing tense around Buck, like he’s holding himself rigid.

Holding himself back.

Could this mean that Eddie feels it too? This pull between them? Like they’re two magnets and the closer they get to one another, the harder it is to pull away? Buck wants to find out what would happen if they didn’t pull away. If they just let themselves collide.

“Take a breath to steady your aim,” Buck does as instructed, Eddie’s scent wrapping around him and inside him once again, “and then as you exhale, let the arrow,” his lips ghost the shell of Buck’s ear, “fly.”

Buck releases the arrow, watching it soar towards the target, landing just off centre.

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @dangerpronebuddie & @tizniz

Surprise! I know I haven’t been participating in a lot of writing games atm (thank you to everyone who still keeps tagging ❤️) due to being swamped with stupid life stresses and responsibilities but I’ve also been using my free time to read and rediscover my love for art 😍

This snippet is from my Buddie Fantasy AU, that I actually wrote a little bit ago and something about it stuck with me and eventually inspired me to try bringing it to life.

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[terracemuse]

[unhinged-as-hell]

I like to think of James and Lily as the token straight couple

[kimmiessimmies]

Out in the Open (4/19)

James closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Then, he slowly shook his head, “I’m sorry, Sade…” he said, quietly. “You’re right. I shouldn’t do this. It’s just… My head feels so full… And then people say things to me, even if it’s tiny, and it’s like the final drop, and I can’t take it anymore, and everything just explodes…”

Sadie sighed, “You truly have too much going on in that head of yours, lovely,” she said with a slight smile, “It’s high time you let some of it out…”

He nodded, “Yes… I know…” He then bit his lip, “Okay, Sade, there are actually some things you should know. Maybe we can go for a walk together tomorrow or something, and we can talk?”

Sadie felt a wave of sadness come over her, “Umm, I’m leaving on holiday with Finn tomorrow, remember…? I’m sorry!”

“Oh, yes, that’s right, I forgot that was tomorrow already. Okay, no worries.” James said, shaking his head.

“Well, how about after the show?” Sadie asked, “Does that work?”

James carefully nodded, “Yes. Yes, I can do that.”

Sadie smiled, “Okay, we’ll talk then. Now, can you breathe with me, please? Because you can't go on stage all fired up and overwhelmed, and you know it.”

James smiled as he looked her in the eye, “I already feel calmer looking at you, Sade.”

She smiled back, “I’m glad. Do you need a cuddle?”

“Always,” he said.

[nahoyasboyfriend]

You're a shivering, sniffling mess. Laying on your back, belly up. You're stuck and vulnerable like a fish on a chopping block. His incisions are getting deeper. The sting has your cunt clenching around nothing. The melange of pain and pleasure makes you dizzy. You can barely see past the tears, and you can't think straight. Pathetically, you whimper, "James— ah, oh god, stop!"

He pauses.

"You want me to stop?" He croons, dark and low. His hand settles on your neck. Slowly, you shake your head, and he gives you a sharp smile. "That's right, because if you truly wanted me to stop. You would've said our safe word," his grip tightens around your neck, and you barely focus on his words as the lack of oxygen makes your vision swim.

"The word you specifically choose to halt this when it gets too much. but you didn't say it, did you?" He purrs, and somehow through sheer will you manage to give him a weak, little head shake 'no.'

You can feel your consciousness slipping, dripping through the cracks like water. He lets go of your throat, and you sputter, the oxygen rushing to your brain has you feeling like you're floating. "Then you can take more, you will take more. Won't you, pet?"

You don't respond too busy enjoying the ability to breathe freely, but he doesn't seem to take kind to that.

"Say you will." The look in his eyes is dangerous and his strict tone yanks a whine out of you. "I— fuck, I will. I'll take it."

He leans forward to press a kiss on your damp forehead, "very good, dear."

[wilson-is-a-slut]

I had the first house dream (that I remember having) last night and it was super fucking weird

house and wilson were sitting at a table talking and wilson was talking about leaving house/ppth with amber (I think all the talk about leaving was because I watched the right stuff last night) anyways, I don’t remember the exact dialogue because this was over 12 hours ago now (I know I remembered it when I woke up though) but the only thing I fully remember was that house and wilson were sitting across from each other in the cafeteria and there was a sign to the right of wilson facing house, that said, and I quote, “I have four golf balls up my ass”

the sign was white with black lettering and it was basically a poster board being held up on a stand

now back to the quote. the quote was for house, he was the one with four golf balls up his ass. WHY did he have four golf balls up his ass?? the world will never know. the sign was never addressed and house never told wilson.

the dream ended with wilson leaving the cafeteria and then we cut to house in a bathroom and the balls, just, fell out. I am so sorry I have no better way to explain it than that

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

MOBULAS IN DREAMLAND

by James R. Eads

[verilydigital]

🎻Mr. Grasshopper🎻 ✨appreciation post✨

from James and The Giant Peach (1996)

A severely underrated movie imo. And he’s definitely one of my favorite parts of it!

Sure, he could be snobbish and a know-it-all at times…

But, c’mon, Simon Callow’s voice acting?? The elegance?? He plays the violin!? *chef’s kiss*

Also a dancer (gotta love a man with musical theatre skills lol)

In conclusion, your honor… he🎻

[pb-s-corner]

Kaibutsu cosplay jumpscare

This was the cosplay I wore at today's school festival. A big shout out to my good friend Luna and Esperanza for the make up ❤️

[pinkrangersarah]

For all the reasons I've seen for people to either love or hate James's arc in V8, I've never once seen anyone bring up his semblance. Specifically, I've never seen anyone mention what a disservice it was to have it merely mentioned on Twitter and never once bring it up in any sort of way in the actual show.

I hate information being released on the side and never once being brought up in the canon in any sort of way. It's lazy. It is relying solely on the audience to have seen it and to take your word for it. It's like adapting a book into a show or film but leaving out important details about the world and/or characters, relying on the audience to have read the book first (which a vast majority of them will not have done).

James's semblance, to put it simply, is tunnel-vision. It "strengthens his resolve to carry through with tough decisions", basically cancelling out rational thought and ignoring consequences. This is a major piece of information about James's behavior that is never once brought up, and because of that I can understand why a lot of people didn't like his 180 heel turn into antagonist territory--I didn't either for the longest time, and because of this a part of me still doesn't. While parts of his downfall were done subtly and done well, this particular part of it was not.

"But why would his semblance ever be brought up in conversation?" Good question, one that could be easily answered by the three characters in the cast that definitely should know about James's semblance: Qrow, Ozpin, and Watts. Qrow and Ozpin had been working with James for years, and before that it is implied that Watts and James also worked together for a period of time, getting to know each other fairly well. It makes absolutely no sense for neither of these three to ever once bring up the fact that James's behavior is likely due to his semblance interfering with his ability to make decisions. Hell, I can even imagine Watts being delighted by this; Watts knowing how James's semblance works and how to take advantage of it would definitely benefit Salem.

James Ironwood was such a fascinating character, but the fact that his semblance felt like an afterthought is a major disservice to his arc, in my opinion.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic august 28 - injury - 1.6k words - cw: gun violence, blood, shot wound aka hitmen AU aka homoromantic wound caring <3

Regulus throws them behind the battered outside of the building with a shout, presses James against the wall with his body weight while he leans back around the edge to fire off two more precise shots hitting their opponents right in the chest both times. They go down immediately. 

See, Regulus is no amature.

As opposed to James who’d barged right into the middle of his mission without having any business in it apart from the fact that he’s clearly jealous and not handling the fact well that Regulus is leading their kill score. 

He’d jumped in from the roof uninvited, fallen to the ground controlled looking like a fucking death angel in his skin tight hitmen get-up and started taking out people left and right while Regulus had had everything under control and then proceeded to get himself shot. Serves him fucking right honestly. Regulus should have left him there to bleed out slowly and painfully.

He should have.

He didn’t.

Instead Regulus had cursed as he’d seen James stumble and clutch his side, manic grin and hubris blown right out of him. Stupid fucking idiot.

It was easy enough taking out the rest of the lot, not so when James had started looking so distractingly ashy in the face, like he was about to fall over and not get back up again.

Right now Regulus twists back to James’ heavy body and maneuvers him to sit on the dirty ground, taking in the shallow breathing and twist of his annoyingly gorgeous face.

James winces, eyes squeezing together as Regulus goes to straddle his lap and pull up his shirt. 

The injury looks bad. Blood trickling out around the reddened shot wound. Fuck, the bullet’s still in.

James keens when Regulus manhandles both of James’ hands over it with one of Regulus’ to put pressure on it. He sounds pitiful and Regulus nearly feels bad for him so bites out a, “Fuck you.”

That makes him feel marginally better and also James wheeze out a breath that could have been a chuckle under more optimal circumstances so Regulus takes his win as he rumages for his cell in his pocket. Dials Sirius’ number and is met with screaming and sirens in the background that mirror the ones he hears from father away from his current position as soon as his brother picks up.

“The fuck were you thinking?”

Regulus jaw drops a bit at the audacity, “Me? Fuck you, I should let James bleed out on the spot for that sentence alon—”

“James? Regulus, what’s going on?”

“He’s gone and crashed the fucking mission, is what’s going on! Fucking show-off—” he enunciates by pressing harder into James’ stomach, making his stupid brown baby cow eyes bulge behind his glasses, “—always gotta be the center of fucking attention.”

“Regulus—”

“What, haven’t already gotten enough from all of your beloved, loyal friends? From my brother? From the never-ending string of pathetic whores panting after y—”

“Regulus,” Sirius growls again through the static of the phone, “Why is James bleeding?”

Regulus sniffs primly as he glares down at James fluttering eyelashes. He feels very warm and sturdy under Regulus’ spread legs, “’cause he’s a sad excuse of a hitman. You don’t just wake up one day and decide to become an assassin,” James’ lips twitch into an exhausted grin, “You’re born with that sort of talent, obviously. You can only all too clearly see for yourself what happens,” Regulus shifts and presses down on the shot wound again, watching in satisfaction as James tips his head back with a groan, “—when you try to play in the big league when you’re nothing but a doped up street rat.”

James licks at the sheen of sweat building on his top lip and manages to rasp, “Love it when you talk dirty to me.”

A frustrated groan rips from Regulus’ throat as Sirius’ voice comes through the speaker again, “Reg, why is James bleeding?”

James’ eyes unfocus a bit over Regulus’ shoulder and he feels his stomach do something weirdly unpleasant, “Got himself shot trying to play hero. Bullet’s still in.”

“Shit, fuck,” Regulus can almost see Sirius run a hand through his hair in distress, “Okay- okay fuck, text me your locations. I’ll send a distraction team and have Marlene and Pete pick you up, as soon as possible.”

“Yeah,” Regulus watches as James’ eyes flutter in exhaustion, “Make it quick.”

He purposefully wiggles in James’ lap to jostle him while he shoots Sirius the text with his location, “C’mon James, no sleeping.”

James grunts dismissively, head lolling weakly against the filthy brick, hair an awful mess and Regulus feels him let off the pressure over the injury wound.

“Fuck,” Regulus puts his phone away quickly and threads his fingers into the wild strands at James’ nape and clenches.

“Ngh,” James’ eyes shoot open and he fixes Regulus with a sharp squint. That’s better. “Am I not in enough pain already, Reg?”

Regulus rolls his eyes, ignoring the relief, “Don’t be a baby.”

“‘Don’t be a—’ excuse me, have you ever been shot?”

Well, no, but, “That’s completely irrelevant right now.”

“Literally how?”

“Stop coming off topic.”

“You’re the one coming off t—” James tapers off into a groan, cramping into himself in pain. 

Regulus feels his brows knit in worry and he absently scrapes his nails against James’ skull in a soothing motion while he shushes him and curses quietly.

James pants as he squirms uncomfortably in place, then blinks up at Regulus again, “Y’know whenever I’ve thought about you in my lap it was always a more pleasant kind of pain I’ve counted on.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, warmth pooling in his gut. But James is still lucid and talking so Regulus indulges him, “Yeah, what kind instead?”

James hums tiredly, “Well, for one I get weirdly turned on whenever you’re playing with those little daggers of yours.”

The corner of Regulus’ mouth drags up. He nods encouragingly.

James swallows with visible difficulty, voice strained when he goes on, “There was that one time we had a rope seminar.”

Regulus remembers that James had knocked over his open water bottle when Regulus had been timed on preparing a friction hitch knot. He’d thought him the biggest fool on the planet. Not that this has changed much over the months.

“You’re always so mean,” James’ eyes glaze over, smiling to himself, “You don’t even need a weapon, your words cut deep enough on their own mos’times…”

His eyeslids sink shut again as his mouth falls pliant and his hold over the injury slackens. Not good.

“Come on, James, you love talking about yourself, go on,” Regulus licks his lips nervously, keeping the pressure over their hands.

James sighs, “’m tired, Reg.”

Regulus tries yanking at his roots again but James won’t do anything but make little pained noises, body untensing under Regulus.

“Fuck, James,” Regulus taps him against the cheek. Shit, what is he supposed to do?

Shock value, Sirius voice reverberates through his muddled thoughts. Do something they won’t expect, abruptly. Whatever it takes to keep them awake.

Regulus sucks in an unsteady breath and then angles James’ head up and pulls him into a kiss.

He feels the hitch of breath rather than he hears it, sucked in right against the burning skin of his cheek and then James lets out a noise.

Breathes in the air coming out of Regulus’ mouth and tips his chin back into the kiss with renewed vigor. They gasp into each others’ mouths as they continue the press of wet lips and weak nudges of tongue while Regulus tries to stay at least half-focused on holding the pressure over the bullet hole in James’ abdomen. 

He’s a fucking assassin for god’s sake and this might be the most insane thing he’s ever done.

Regulus’ whole body goes stock still, James’ breath ragged on his face, when suddenly a familiar, teasing voice comes from behind, shit-eating grin evident in her voice, “Well, that I’ve certainly never seen in a first aid handbook.”

“Yeah, y’know what Marls,” Peter snickers childishly, “Seems like Regulus got it from here, James looks pretty vitalized to me again.”

“Mmh,” James nudges his nose against Regulus’ as he slurs, “All the medicine I need right here.”

Regulus levels him with a flat stare, “Blood loss has made you delirious.”

They get James up and onto the cot in the back of the van where Peter has already set up his medical tools.

Before Regulus has the chance to step out James makes an unhappy noise that has him turning back, “Ride back to the cove with me?”

“Not a fucking chance, Potter,” Regulus hops out of the vehicle and turns with his hand on the back door, “My bike’s still on the other end of the street, I wouldn’t leave her if Sirius’ life was on the line.”

Peter snorts as he readies the antiseptic and James honest to god pouts. Regulus can see the blood slick injury gaping from where he’s standing. Ridiculous man.

“I’ll see you in the medical wing,” Regulus replies for whatever reason and before the lighting up of James’ eyes can do anything pathetic as elicit warm shudders along Regulus’ spine he slams the door shut and pivots on the spot to head for his bike.

Regulus dutifully visits James in his hospital bed that evening.

They both get whacked over the head when Peter has to redo James’ stitches not five hours later.

[elliemarchetti]

Oh my god, that jily childhood Drabble was so sweet and precious🥺😇

I already thought of a continuation to it(if up for it)…

Jily childhood prompt 2:

Her Eyes:

“Lils?”

“Yes, Jamie?”

“Were your eyes always this wonderful?”

*blushes* “you are the first person to say that besides mum & dad”

“Does your sister not like them?”

“No, she thinks they are ugly”

Hi lovely anon 💕 I'm so sorry if the wait has been longer than what I promised, but I wasn't actually that confident in how things turned out for this drabble, so if you wished for something different, maybe with them older or in a more romantic setting, just let me know!

Set a couple years after Training Wheels

Words: 411

James wasn't sure he liked the theme of the play, nor he felt particularly comfortable with the role the teachers had assigned him, but he would’ve been a fool if he had objected to a good excuse to spend even more time with Lily, who played the main character, served on a silver plate, so he shut up, put on the disproportionate tall hat and diligently studied his lines. Petunia, who was in her senior year before starting middle school, hadn’t seem very happy about how the parts had been distributed either, but hers wasn’t a matter of shame or shyness, she was just envious. Ironically, James thought her character suited her personality perfectly, with that innate arrogange and sudden mood swings, but he would've never expressed such bad things out loud. After all, she was his best friend’s sister. Anyway, between bouts of crying, readjustments to the script and costume fittings, the big day had arrived and every parent, older sibling, grandparent and even some neighbours were gathered in the auditorium, sitting on creaking chairs, waiting for the curtain to open and for the Miller Primary School’s end-of-year play to begin. In the chaos behind the scene, James found Lily at the very last moment, a couple minutes before she was pushed toward the stage. He hadn’t seen her in full costume yet, and the blonde wig looked strange on her feature, not to mention the gauzy blue dress on her lanky body, but one thing was still the same.

“Lils?” he called, perhaps too loud.

She seemed tense, probably afraid to mess up when all eyes were on her, but any insecurity vanished when she turned towards him.

“Yes, Jamie?”

“Were your eyes always this beautiful?” he asked, unable to stop himself from uttering such silly words.

A violent red blush spread on her round cheeks, and a timid smile lifted the corners of her mouth.

“You are the first person to say so besides mum and dad,” she admitted.

“Does your sister not like them?” he wondered, perplexed.

Lily shook her head.

“She thinks they’re ugly,” she finally replied, after a brief, embarrassed silence.

“I’m afraid the doctor isn’t going to prescribe her only braces the next time she visits: it seems like she needs glasses too, and strong ones,” he joked, but  the time for parting had come, and before he could wish her good luck, she turned her back and fully immersed in her airheaded character.

[heathertsuki]

Some recent doodles! these tags are gonna be a mess

[scarefox]

✨ boundaries ✨

[26.06.2024] TikTok live

he's gonna block people who are rude, that's very sexy of him

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Casey/RJ playlist!

Up next on my Power Rangers playlists is Casey/RJ!

Now I'm a little shocked going back and realizing how popular this fic got! I'm rather proud of the character development in it, but to find out that it's the most viewed&kudosed Casey/RJ fic on ao3? Was a bit of a shock. I'm so grateful for everyone that's read or enjoyed it- this playlist is for y'all!

@skyland2703 @madhare0512 @khruschevshoe @liveinalovelyway @disastardly @augment-techs