#james thorne

[call-sign-shark]

Enrichment

summary: Away in a luxurious penthouse, an iPhone buzzed

Rosie 🌹: Can you collect your freak of a man? He’s doing things Hev 🪽: no i set him loose on purpose. He needs enrichment Rosie 🌹: He knocked out three people at the bar and dragged James into it. I’m considering murder. Hev 🪽: Ohfuck.

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Note: James and Rose belong to my beloved @justrainandcoffee (but let's be honest, they also belong to me because I stole them, they're my babies)

+ Amos can be considered the modern AU version of Aleksander Morozova. As for Heaven, she's reader in the ongoing Shadow and Bones series Echo of Shadows.

When the tall darkness said that he wanted to bring James with him for a night out at the bar he really meant it and it had, indeed, started innocently enough. They both sat at the bar of this typical British pub, nursing pints and exchanging easy banter. Slightly intoxicated but still pretty much aware, James was waffling on rather poetically about the superiority of Irish stout while Amos, as usual, argued and disagreed just for the sake of it — at least when he felt like teasing someone. 

“You lot think Guinness is the holy grail of drink,” the dark-haired man said, swirling his drink in an exaggerated disdain, “It’s good, sure, but don’t say you know what a true beer is before trying the German ones.”

James chuckled, his charming Irish accent laced with amusement at the sight of his friend’s pitch-black eyes. Eyes that were gleaming after one too many drinks, “You’re drinking much for someone who complains. And you’ve had, what, three now?”

“Four,” The dark-haired man corrected with a smug grin, “And they have all been terrible.”

They were laughing when the trouble started. Across the room, three bulky and red-faced men were playing darts, each throw accompanied by absurdly loud cheers that reminded Amos of a bunch of apes. Yet, he had been working on his anger issues since his release from the hospital so he knew that ignoring them was the best option. And he did manage to ignore them until one of them missed the board entirely. The dart sailed across the room, narrowly missing James’ shoulder, before stabbing the wall behind him.

The blonde Irish man frowned, glanced at the dart, then looked up at the three men before easing up when he saw all the empty bottles around them, “Bit wide on that one, lads. Maybe put the pint down before someone gets hurt.” He said with a smile, showing that there were no hard feelings. Such was James nature: kind and patient. Two qualities Amos genuinely admired in his best friend.

“The fuck you want?” The fatter of the three retorted. As his smile vanished, he swaggered over with his chest puffed like a rooster and his breath reeking cheap whiskey, “What’d you say, Paddy?”

The racist nickname made James’ square jaw tightened all of sudden in both surprise and frustration.  Barely two sentences had been pronounced and yet, Amos was already high on alert, like a shark smelling blood. 

“He said don’t be a knob. I mean, we can all see that you’re ugly as fuck but wow bro, we didn’t know that you were blind as well.”  Amos’ velvet voice might have been calm, but his tone sounded like an explicit warning. 

The man’s eyes flicked to him before he sized the tall darkness by the collar of his pricey black t-shirt, “And who are you, bastard? His babysitter?”

“Aha! Good one.” Amos lips curled into a dangerous wolffish grin, “But careful there, mate. You’re one bad decision away from needing dentures.”

James groaned quietly, already predicting where this was going, “Amos, let’s just —“ 

But it was too late. Enraged, the red-faced ape didn’t wait and shove Amos but the latter responded with a quick, brutal and surgical punch right to the face that sent him crashing into the nearby table. And just like that, the bar erupted in chaos. 

“Amos, to your left!” James shouted as a second man lunged at his friend, but his reflexes were deadly precise and he managed to hit him in the gut with a swift elbow. The drunkard let out a whine  — too overwhelmed by the pain, he didn’t even get to see Amos reach for a beer bottle and smash it on the man’s head, knocking him out. 

The third man, coming to rescue his ape friends, grabbed a bar stool and raised it high. It was this, along with the realization that Amos was too busy punching the first attacker, that convinced James to jump into action despite his willingness to avoid the fray: his friend, visibly in a blind rampage mode, was in danger.

With a strength he didn’t know he possessed, James landed a punch to the guy’s jaw. No matter how calm he usually was, the Irish man was tall and imposing so it didn’t come as a surprise that one single blow had been enough to send the third man staggering backward.

Amos glanced at him, surprised but grinning nonetheless, “Aw James! Didn’t think you had it in you!” 

“I’m already regretting it,” The blonde muttered, shaking his sore hand, “We’re leaving now.” 

“C’mon, I was just getting started.” 

Amos had barely finished his sentence when the deafening sound of police sirens screamed like an ominous banshee in the dead of night,  cutting through the chaos of the roaring pub. 

“I said NOW!” Without wasting time, James grabbed the tall darkness by the arm. Even though he protested, he let himself be dragged toward the back exit as the idea of getting arrested and sent back to the mental hospital wasn’t really tempting. 

They sprinted down the alley, running so fast James felt his lungs burning in his chest and aching cramps in his legs. Next to him and equally breathless, Amos was laughing.

“Did you see that man face when you decked him?! That was hilarious.”  He shouted, clearly riding the high of the fight. 

“Shut up and run!” James retorted in a loud voice, though he couldn’t help but smirk a tad bit.

When they finally arrived at the flat James and Rose shared, all disheveled and breathless, the small Jewish girl jumped from her couch.

“Oh my! What happened?!” She shrieked, immediately rushing to the two men, who were standing quite tall compared to her short stature. Rose cupped her boyfriend’s face, her delicate fingers curling around James’ sharp jaw while her brown eyes surveyed his traits with panic.

James opened his mouth to reply but Amos beat him to it, “Someone insulted your man’s favorite beer so I had to defend his honor.”

“That’s not what happened and you know it.” The Irish man groaned, but didn’t elaborate further on the topic. A part of him was still genuinely thrilled.  Following his interjection, Rose glared at Amos and walked to him to grab his face when she noticed the faint bloodstains on his skin.

"Amos almost got us arrested." James added in the background.

"Fuck, don't snitch on me bro."

“Do you even have an off switch?” She scolded but still looked worried for the tall darkness. After all, he had managed to weave his way to her life and make himself one of her closest friends, “You’re bleeding.”

“Not mine, little flower.” His hand gently rubbed her wrist to reassure her before he raised a brow, a shark-like smile stretching his lips, “But hey, does it look good on me?”

Rose gently slapped his stubbed cheek. “Idiot.”  Then, she stepped back to observe these two grown-ups glancing at each other and suppressing laughter each time. 

“No, let me correct my mistake. Idiots. Both of you.”

[historyfiles]

Churches of Cornwall: Hicks Mill Bible Christian Chapel in Cornwall was opened by William O'Bryan and James Thorne in 1821, in an important Bible Christian centre for mid-Cornwall.

[call-sign-shark]

I found this trying to find pictures for a moodboard.

Are you giving photography a try, Amos? 😂

This man will be the death of me. 😭 He’s so handsome I’m rattling the bars of my cage, Floooooor.

Plot twist: looks good but doesn’t good pictures. “Following a conversation with his best friend and photographer James Thorne, Amos asked him to give him a few tips to take better pictures. After one full afternoon, James looked at the tall darkness with a little smirk and suggests that the reason his pictures are awful is not due to the camera but rather the man behind it” 🤭🖤

[illustratinghan]

of the same steel and temper as joyeuse and durendal…⚔️

it’s been far too long since i drew my girl cordelia! @cassandraclare 🌼

follow me on instagram! @/illustratinghan

[marrr444]

Some of you have never married a girl you thought you didn't love to protect her reputation then realized you were actually always madly in love with her but she had run off to Paris with your best friend who was also in love with her and your dad didn't let you go to Paris because your little sister had run off to bring back from the dead her ghost boyfriend with the help of a crazy-looking immortal purple-eyed man and it shows.

[haunted-mouse-house]

dear god is a third video about to hit the james somerton

[crimsonbluesoul]

inspired by this pic i saw on twitter:

[caterpillarinacave]

TLH text posts anyone?

[balladofbells]

So you’re telling me this ISN’T James and Matthew’s relationship dynamic???

[tys-kitty]

Kidnappers: We have your boyfriend

James: I‘m married. I don‘t have a boyfriend.

Kidnappers: Then why did he just tell us to call the man who knows his heart best?

James: Oh my god, you have Matthew

[clockwork-carstairs]

do you ever think about how matthew fairchild was such a sunshine coded character—a golden boy, floated through school, charmed everyone with his infamous smile; a starry-eyed dreamer who had faith in most things that weren’t himself. and how because of one moment of naivety he lost years of his life to devastating self-sabotage, believing himself worth nothing, deserving of nothing, drinking day by day to numb out the pain—because he believed people could only ever like him when he wasn’t sober, when he wasn’t fully himself. and how despite visibly not being okay, nobody ever really said anything about it until he basically hit rock bottom. and do you ever think about how matthew would’ve given up his love for cordelia in a second if it meant james could be happy, when james wouldn’t do the same? you knew. i told you in the letter. and how he joked and deflected so much to hide how sad he really was, because he believed no one would care enough to see it. i did not know that i looked sad, to you. because i think about it a lot and it makes me very sad

[illustratinghan]

like father, like son 🦆

characters by @cassandraclare 🫶

[abitofencouragement]

In line for voting, listening to KJB. Abby, November, and Devon getting me throught it.

[spacehero-23]

james after he realized he can kill demons with a gun

[marrr444]

Do you think Belial's eyes were gold as an angel but when he fell they became gray like Tessa's?

Because James' eyes are said to be from his demon heritage, but Belial's eyes are gray.

[balladofbells]

Reincarnation is real they told me

🎨: @gremlinddrawss