#jamie evans

[nightlet]

These two are cuckoo.

[mieczyslawn]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ★ . . . my boyfriend’s pretty cool

[takemyhand-justice]

team let’s stop giving abusive parents redemption arcs

[cinemagal]

Trivia for Knives Out (2019) dir. Rian Johnson

[pearlynia]

Regulus: says insults that would leave a normal person in tears and possibly pissing themselves

James: he's so nice, sweet, kind, caring, lovely, thoughtful and just so perfect!

Sirius:

Pandora:

Barty:

Evan:

Doracs:

Dumblydoor:

Minnie:

Voldy:

The whole Hogwarts:

Merlin himself:

[shanewright]

[honestlydarkprincess]

i lead a simple life. i see a traumatized fictional man and i want to call him babygirl

[shootingthe-stars]

*butchfemmes your jily*

[peppermintquartz]

"No, you beat the egg in with the rice-"

"No, you add the egg at the end, that's what Jamie Oliver said-"

Tommy takes the rice and eggs away from Evan and narrows his eyes at the man he loves. "Jamie Oliver doesn't know shit about egg fried rice."

Evan folds his arms and glares. "He's a professional chef."

"Who knows nothing about egg fried rice." Tommy points to the abomination in a jar on his table. "That 'chili jam' is proof."

They stare at each other, neither backing down. With a huff, Evan leaves the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Tommy calls after him.

"I'm getting tacos!" Evan yells back. And then the front door slams shut.

--

It's a stupid fight, and they both know it's a stupid fight. But two big men with a lot of pride and a lot of stubbornness can drag a stupid fight out for a week, easily, especially if they also have mismatched shifts.

Eddie says he is on Evan's side, more out of loyalty than actual knowledge of how a good fried rice should be made. But Tommy and Eddie manage to meet at a boxing gym for a couple of hours on their matching day off (Evan requested an additional shift, just so he can keep giving Tommy the cold shoulder). As Tommy punches the heavy bags and rants, Eddie listens and makes "Mm hmm, yep" sounds that suggests that he's not really listening.

"Look, I make a decent mac and cheese. Anything more complicated than 'throw in a pot and stew the hell out of it' is not my forte," says Eddie. "And honestly, is this about the fried rice or something else?"

Tommy lets his arms go slack. He's breathing heavily and he wants to feel some physical pain, damn it. "I don't know. Come on, beat me up so I can get out of my head."

--

It's a stupid fight and he wants to make up for it, but it's hard trying to get time to see his boyfriend.

Tommy is coming off-shift, waiting at an intersection and sending his usual message to Evan to say that he's done for the day (yes they're fighting, but they're not going to forgo the regular mutual reassurances that they are safe) when an SUV screeches across the junction and crashes into the side of his vehicle.

He's slammed out from his seat, the seatbelt digging into his chest, and hears the crack of bone as his head makes contact with something hard. Just before he faints, he thinks, Shit, Evan's gonna blame himself.

--

"...mie Oliver, I'll never look at his cooking videos again I promise."

The words drift over Tommy. He blinks. His brain is too big for his skull. "Ev'n?"

"Tommy?"

Evan's blotchy face. Red-rimmed eyes, pale skin, stubble. Beautiful.

Tommy smiles. "Baby. S'ry." His mouth is dry. "Water?"

Straw. Sips.

"Sorry," Tommy says again. Ouch. Ribs. And he can't move his left hand. "Made you worry."

Smiling damply, Evan brushes Tommy's hair back from his forehead. "It's okay. Go to sleep, wake up better."

Tommy lets his eyelids close.

--

It's not about Jamie Oliver and his monstrosity of an egg fried rice. It's about Evan not wanting to try things Tommy's way sometimes. It's about Tommy not entirely willing to cede his territory to someone else, even if it's to someone he loves.

It won't be their last fight. But Tommy knows that their next one, he'll remember how it felt to think he was going to die and leave Evan before they made up. He'll remember that, and never let that happen again.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

James Potter not being able to hide his bewilderment when he sees that baby Harry has inherited his mother’s green eyes… James Potter skipping around the house, his and Sirius’s voices draining each other as they stand together looking down at the new member of the Potter family sleeping tightly, their eyes shining and mouths running….

James Potter, who never lived long enough to learn that Harry also inherited his mother’s sarcasm, her humour…

Harry James Potter, who inherited Lily’s gaze, that look in his eyes… like he was older than his age… Harry Potter, who inherited Lily’s desperate need to prove herself, Lily’s posture, the way Lily wrote her g’s… Harry, who inherited not only traits from his mother, but also traits from his father.

Harry with his father’s messy hair, Harry who bounces his leg when he’s stressed and ruffles his hair when he’s nervous, unlike his father who ruffled it to impress girls. Harry with a glimpse of his father’s mischievousness in his Lily eyes. Harry who talks in his sleep like his father, Harry with dimples like his father, Harry with poor eyesight like his father.

It’s all a mess of Lily (can’t function properly under stress), James (showers in cold water)… and Harry himself (short temper). Because if it’s something so many people seem to forget about him, which always pisses him off, is that Harry is his own person too.

He loves Treacle Tart, he has his own awkward little laugh, he can’t control his face, he bites his nails when studying, he loves strong smells, and that’s all him. Just… him.

And what Sirius never got to tell him, is that: if people would try to look past the way his parents are still with him in his eyes, behind his smile and in his heart… they would see a wonderful young boy. So much more than what his parents ever made him. Harry raised himself. Harry grew up to be his own.

But Sirius never got to tell him that, just like he never got to tell him that he had Remus’s awkward flush, Sirius’s shit-eating grin, Dorcas’s frustrated resting face, Regulus’s unbothered expression when he was locked into his own little shell… traits that were Mary’s, Marlene’s, James’s, Lily’s, and most importantly Harry’s own.

Sirius never even learnt if these were things Harry would have liked to hear.

[nightlet]

Once more.

[asraindarkness]

us shippers didn’t survive roy kent being an absolute deadpan cunt toward his golden retriever boyfriend to now people say tommy kinard’s snarky comments are red flags. honey grow up.

[pixelontheplastic60]

i love my traumatized adhd bisexual characters

[thistuesdaynight]

y'all, I'm struggling rn

I just read Snape's Worst Memory from canon for the very first time.

I-

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

barty and evan plan an ambush (and are the opposite of good wingwomen)

barty: jamie dear. i heard you’ve started to hang around our little reggie, right?

j: uhmm…kind of? i mean, i’ve tried to talk to her but she usually ignores me.

b: aw, that’s too bad. you’re lucky, though, you’ve just met her best friends! we can give you some advice, tell you what she likes and things like that!

j: actually, that’d be helpful…maybe i can get her to speak to me.

e: no worries girl. you see, she really likes lana del rey…

j: hey reggie! are you listening to music?

r (suspiciously): …evidently. why?

j: lana del rey?

r (even more suspiciously): …yes. do you like her?

j: i’ve heard a few songs. we could listen to her together, if you want. maybe get some pepsi cola afterwards, if you know what i mean.

r: O-O

r: do you even know what that means???

j: isn’t it like and inside joke for lana fans?

r: yes but- crouch and rosier put you up to this, they must have.

j: they did tell me to say that, but now i’m getting worried?? what does it mean? is it bad?

r: …i’ll tell you later. i have crimes to commit.

the crimes she committed:

(for those who don’t get it, listen to the first seconds of cola by lana del rey)