#m; james

[talesfromahs]

@penniesfortheferryman asked ❛ don't you think you've already done enough damage for one day? ❜ ( to James Patrick March )

"Oh no, i think i could do plenty more if given the right motivation to do so but i think that one new ghost a day is good enough for me." James chuckles at him shaking his head and gesturing out the door of the hotel room "Would you like something to drink? I find myself a bit dry but then again a nice kill does make one need a drink after." He walks from the room glancing back down the hall at Kharon to see if he's following "Or did you need to take him across the river before your job is done?"

[talesfromahsmoves]

@ofbloodandbxne asked “Oh my god..” Stepping back as the blade fell from her hand Clara stepped back from the body upon the floor. Blood pooled at her feet and stained her clothes a jet black color in the moonlight. “What have I done.”

"It seems darling that you have just made your first kill and I am very proud of you." James comes out of the shadows at the end of the bed and looks down at the body "There is one thing that I would suggest doing next time and that would be not to wear your best clothes to do your nasty business, makes you get rid of a lot of clothes that way." He chuckles, walking over to where the body lays on the floor and kicks it "You did well for a first timer Clara, but I have much to teach you before you kill again."

[genderkoolaid]

okay so rewatching hbomberguy's new video, James Somerton has:

Called ND Stevenson and Rebecca Sugar women so he can make a point about how queer women have it easier

stolen an Asian transmasc person's very personal essay on Mulan and queer Asian identity

stolen from Alexander Avila, the One somewhat well known transmasc video essayist

Lied about English courts letting Radclyffe Hall "live her happy life" because perceived-female queerness wasn't legally persecuted, when in actuality, they were charged with obscenity and had their work destroyed

clearly a man whose very normal and chill about transmascs and anyone he sees as a woman i think

[gaybuckybarnesss]

THEO JAMES Filming for Dolce & Gabbana in Capri, Italy

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S07E03 & S17E06 outtake

[sleevebuscemii]

happy ten years to the movie that if it never came out i wouldve had a wife and kids and a husband and a phD and a pulitzer prize and a house by now. i couldve been somebody but unfortunately ‘im your friend’ ‘youre my mission’ ‘then finish it. cuz im with you till the end of the line’ so.

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Two masks of Richard David James AKA Aphex Twin at the opening of new exhibition "Electronic: From Kraftwerk to The Chemical Brothers" at The Design Museum on July 28, 2020 in London, England.

Photo by David M. Benett

[atdawn]

MERLIN | 5.13 The Diamond of the Day, Pt. 2

[meaningful-negativitymoves]

💭 James + Christmas

The only thing that James really likes about Christmas is all the parties that he can throw leading up to it and on the day. His family wasn't all that religious and most of the time didn't celebrate Christmas at all.

[isabelleadjani]

Jonesy the Cat ALIENS dir. James Cameron, 1986

[undercovercannibal]

HOUSE, M.D. 7.22 “After Hours” | 8.19 “The C-Word”

[talesfromahs]

@onebigerror asked “i don’t know if i’m a good person.” (lenore to james)

"Of course, you are or you better than me at being one, besides being a good person is by everybody's point of view." James looks at her "I know that I'm a bad person because do things that most normal people don't do but according to someone else's point of view I was just sick when I killed all those people so do you feel better now?" He glances out of the corner of his eye at her.

[talesfromahsmoves]

@ofbloodandbxne asked “Did you have fun with your gift dear?” Hearing him enter Clara looked up from her book. Seated in his armchair her clothes were gone with only wrapping paper serving as a tear away dress. “I do hope they gave you enough of a chase, I tried to choose lively ones for you.”

James looks at the wrapping paper and walks slowly across the room to her "Oh, they lead me on a merry chase all right but in the end you know that I had to come out on top. I know this place like the back of my hand and they unfortunately didn't. Well, unfortunately for them but now we have new ghosts in the hotel again which I love being responsible for." He chuckles as he kneels down in front of her, his hand wrapped around the top of the wrapping paper covering her frame "Is this for me too or are you just teasing me Clara?"

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[writtenbymoonflower]

Dinner

You have a panic attack and your boys comfort you. poly!maruaders x fem!reader

cw: panic attack, negative self talk, swearing, mention of raw chicken (ew ik)

1.7k words (it's long i'm sorry)

You never thought you would cry over chicken, but here you were. You knew that you had been having a lot of busy days as of late, there were a million things swimming about in your head. But you were managing it well, or at least you thought you were. But then it all came down.

You had bought a pack of chicken earlier in the week to cook for dinner one night. It had been on clearance so you knew it was  on its way out, but you thought you would’ve had more time. You opened your fridge so you could begin cooking before your boyfriends were going to get too hungry, when you realized that the meat was out of date by a whole three days. It was something so small, yet, it sent a billion anxious thoughts jumping around your head like they were on pogo sticks, and most of them were not very nice. 

How could you be so stupid? You should’ve checked the date. If you hadn't been so lazy earlier this week you wouldn’t be wasting this food. Now there was nothing to cook and your boyfriends would go hungry. They would likely end up resenting you for being a shit girlfriend and being so-

“Dolly? What are you doing over there?” Usually Sirius’ voice was a comfort to you, but right now it just added to your misery. It reminded you of all your failures and why you would never be good enough for anyone. 

Tears started filling your eyes. You tried to still your shaking hands and even your breathing, but it was all too much. They were going to realize your mistake and were going to be angry. His footsteps were painful and your other boyfriends’ laughter in the other room made you wince. When Sirius finally was facing you, your attempt at a facade fell apart. He knew you too well and apparently your body just decided to give over to panic because you suddenly couldn’t catch your breath. You tried to mutter out an apology but your voice was caught in your throat and your pulse was hammering. 

“ Hey.” Sirius’ dark brows scrunched in concern, his gray eyes searching your face and scanning your body for any injury. “What’s wrong?” His voice was raised in panic as you stood and shook. 

Apparently Sirius’ voice triggered your other two boyfriends to barrel into the room, but you refused to look at any of them, opting to hold the chicken package behind your back and stare at the ground. James thought you looked like a small child standing in front of a broken glass, ready to be reprimanded and punished. It made his heart ache. 

“Baby,” Sirius continued to beg for a response. “What’s happened? You’re scaring me.” Remus placed a soothing hand on his partner’s back while James scooted past the both of them to grab your shoulders and stoop to see your face. 

“Hey, hey, hey. Sweetheart, can you look at me?” James spoke softly. He was just as concerned as the other two, but James was better at keeping his head, even though inside he wanted to sob seeing you like this. You swallowed thickly and looked up at him. 

“There you go.” Remus whispered encouragement from behind James. Your chest was still heaving and you were still crying, but now they could read your face better. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I-” You choked out, hoping that if you spoke about your failure early enough they might forgive your mistake.

“Hey, not right now. Just focus on me, honey. I think you’re having a panic attack, I need you to try and steady your breathing.” James motioned the other two over, Remus getting behind you and pulling you both to the ground so he could rock you in his lap. Sirius and James sat and each took one of your hands, James putting the one he was holding on his chest, while Sirius put the other on yours. (After throwing the chicken on the counter, opting to ask questions after you could speak again.) You stifled another sob from wracking your body. 

“We’ve got you, sweet girl. Just copy Prongs’ breaths, yeah?” Sirius used his free hand to tilt your chin up to meet the eyes of the two boys in front of you. You could feel James’ chest rising and falling as he took deep, exaggerated breaths. Your first few were shaky and clumsy, but soon you were finally able to get a comfortable amount of air in your lungs and your tears slowed to a stop. You still felt guilty, but at least now your head wasn’t so loud. You pulled your hands back into your lap.

“There you go,” Remus soothed from behind you. “Atta girl.” He pressed gentle kisses all over the side of your neck. You could see the two boys in front of you visibly relax at your now calmer state. “Good girl, you did so well. I know that was scary.” Remus turned so you were sitting sideways in his lap and you could see all three of the boys sitting around you. 

“ Thank you for helping.” You said sheepishly, looking down at your fidgeting hands. “I’m sorry I did that, I know it was a lot.” 

“None of that.” Sirius said firmly. “It’s not your fault, baby. You didn’t do it to be bad, you have nothing to be sorry for.” 

Wrong. You thought to yourself, remembering the spoiled food now sitting on the counter. 

“Can you tell us what happened, lovely?” James ducked his gaze to meet yours, his brown eyes were sad and confused and swimming with all too much love. 

You really didn’t want to admit your mistake, but they deserved an explanation for your erratic behavior. 

“It’s really nothing that bad.” You tried to console, as if you weren’t the one shaking on the floor not two minutes ago. “I was just-” You swallowed hard again. “I was being stupid.” You went back to picking at your nails. Your self-deprecating comment made Remus raise an eyebrow and Sirius lightly pinch your thigh. 

“You weren’t. You’re never stupid, be nice.” Remus (lovingly) scolded. 

“I was just, I bought this chicken.” You struggled to keep your breathing even. “I bought this chicken earlier this week and I was going to cook it, but I was too lazy these last few days and I fucked up and I-” You bit hard on your lip to keep from crying again. James desperately wanted to reprimand you for your self-cruelty, but he settled for grabbing Sirius’ hand and squeezing, not wanting to cut you off. 

“Go on, sweetheart. Take your time.” James spoke even softer. 

“I let the chicken go bad. I wanted to cook tonight but when I went to grab the chicken it was bad and I just- I just felt bad because I can’t do anything right. I had all week to make it and now I can’t cook for you all and I just- I just feel bad.” You took another deep breath, still not wanting to meet their eyes.

“Oh, my baby.” Sirius lunged forward, wrapping you in his arms before you could even process what was happening. Remus huffed grumpily over you being stolen from his lap, but let it go. “That’s what you were all worked up about? That’s why you were all scared?” You nodded, your face still stuck in the crook of his neck. 

“It’s okay,” James soothed, now smoothing a gentle path up and down your back. “That happens to everyone, sweetheart. It’s not something you need to be mad at yourself for. You didn’t do anything wrong, and you weren’t lazy. You’ve been busy and tired. It just happens.” James thought he could cry, his girl was so hard on herself that she was all panicked over something like this. 

“Exactly.” Remus said. “It’s nothing we can’t fix, dove. We can go to the store tomorrow and you can make it then.” You started to protest, wanting to go tonight but you were quickly cut off. “Tomorrow.” Remus was firm, but no less kind. “You aren’t doing any work tonight. You need to rest. We’ll figure something out for dinner, it’s no trouble.” 

You were going to argue but you figured it was a losing battle. 

“Thought you would be mad at me.You should be mad at me. I fucked u-” You couldn’t even finish the sentence before James squawked, Sirius sputtered, and Remus inhaled sharply. Sirius forced your head out of his neck to look at you. 

“What?!” He looked genuinely offended.

“Lovely,” James was the one who formed a full sentence. “We would never be mad at you for something like this. Never.” He grabbed your chin to make you look at him. “Look at us, sweet girl. No ones mad at you. We care about you, not a pack of chicken. It’s not worth you being this mean to yourself, nothing is.” He pouted during the last sentence. 

“Also,” Sirius said, still being very gentle. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t just about chicken, dollface. You’ve been really stressed lately.” 

“And you’ve been really hard on yourself. You always have been, but it’s gotten worse.” Remus’ voice sounding sad. You knew he was right though. 

“I know.” You sighed, dejectedly. “I’ll try to be better.” You gave them all a tight-lipped smile. 

“That’s what we mean!” James whined. “You don’t need to ‘be better.’ You just need to be gentle with yourself.” 

“It’s just hard.” You admitted. 

“I know it is, baby.” Sirius empathized. Then his face morphed into his usual grin. “How about, we all lead by example. I know I can be very nice to you.” He took your cheeks in both his hands and started pressing kisses all over your face. You giggled wetly, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “There, like that. Nice.”

“I don’t know how she is gonna do that, Pads. It’s hard to kiss your own face.” Remus attempted (and failed) to keep the amused tilt out of his voice. 

“Oh no!” James dramatically gasped. “I guess we’ll just have to.” He beamed, taking your jaw in his hand to smear even more kisses on your cheeks.

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