#what james does for love

[lulublack90]

Prompt 11 - Smoke

@jegulus-microfic September 11, Word count 74

James was not a smoker. He didn’t like the taste, the smell or the heavy feeling it brought to his athletic lungs. But when he caught Regulus Black out of the corner of his eyes, standing with a group of friends with the thin stick between his long, delicate, porcelain fingers, he knew he’d inhale every smoke-filled kiss that boy would give him. He just needed a plan now to get what he wanted.

[muirmarie]

jim being canonically the shortest one of the triumvirate is genuinely so important to me lmao, like yesssssss, let that beefy babe be shorter than both his boyfriends!!!!

[sleyu]

omg i wouls sell my soul for more mean bf sirius with corruption kink💔💔💔

mean bf sirius who introduces you to the marauders and lets remus and james fondle ur tits and ass whenever they want, patting your cheek when u look up at him with those maddening—thoughtless doe eyes :(

“they just really like you, puppy”

or or or waking up to the marauders low groans and the tip of their cocks slapping against your naked body and face, sirius laughing breathlessly at how flustered and helpless u look :(

“this is what good girls do, pretty. just lay there n look dumb for us, yeah? helps us cum faster,”

[houseswife]

it answers questions…

[onemomentinhispresence]

[benoits-neckerchieves]

Oh my god !!!!!

Well that explains this then

[star-trekster]

From @/thrawns-babygirl PNG Post prompt! Definitely putting these guys in situations!

[autisticaradiamegido]

thoughts on dave and aradia (<>)?

day 356

BIG fan tbh. in this house we love and respect timerails

truly yall read this log and tell me theyre not cute

[egosdelirium]

On Losing James Potter

And on feeling his absence like an amputated limb - By Sirius Black.

("Stag", by Edwin Henry Landseer)

Nowadays, one single thought of James is a death sentence. Every stray memory of the way his glasses used to sit a little crookedly on his tanned face, every deconstructed image of his toothy smile feels like what Sirius thinks being shot through the head must be like.

At the slightest mention of his name, Sirius' brain starts to stutter, stumble, trip.

It shakes around his cranium aimlessly, trying to regain a semblance of balance after taking the hit. The sound echoes in his eardrums with a murderous roar and it defeans anything around him.

Once, a fleeting thought of James would've brought Sirius comfort on the darkest of nights.

Now, it's mutilation.

Since Sirius watched James die,

(No, he was already DEAD, you were late!)

his eyes have not registered any other image. In fact, neither Lily's corpse nor Harry's desperate crying frown come back to haunt him during day and night alike, because Sirius simply didn't see them.

It's just James

On the wooden pavement

With his brown eyes wide open,

And a pool of drying blood around him that sticks underneath Black boots,

And a hole underneath his sternum that was once leaking but not anymore,

And no glasses on his face.

There are no glasses on his face, no glasses... where are the glasses?

... And a pair of round spectacles with a shattered lense a couple of feet away from him.

Sirius had picked them up with shaking fingers and gently placed them on his unusally pale face.

For the first time, those damned glasses had seemed to sit straight on James' nose, maybe because of how his head leaned limply to the side.

Sirius had then kneeled in front of him, in death just like he would've in life, and gently placed James' head on his own lap.

He'd caressed his cold skin once, twice, before the tears had come to blur his sight.

Sirius had sobbed, retched, gasped for breath, and choked on it when he couldn’t get any air inside his lungs. Screamed into the blood-soaked pavement.

Sirius had dried the teardrops that had fallen on James' face - most beloved face - with the backs of his hands, as the palms were too dirty and bloodied.

He'd tried to fix the glasses again, then tucked a couple of stray locks of hair behind his ears.

Sirius had placed a trembling kiss on James' forehead, and that had been it.

Afterward, he hasn't been able to see anything at all.

[lets-all-calm-down-a-bit]

chilly walk to work on boblox

[whisperingn1ghts]

DOING THIS WITH MOONCHASER CAUSE I LOVE THEM 😖💕

[saudrag]

if spock were to smile at me like that i would totally lose any remaining sanity and kiss his handsome vulcan face silly. james kirk is a much stronger man than me.

[petulant-plants]

All of Sarcean’s problems past and present have come from only two fundamental issues:

1) he’s just a bit of a shifty guy (the dude loves a half truth, a little deflection, a haha—wait what?)

2) and most importantly, he cannot control himself around a blonde with a pretty face. In no instance have we ever seen him show restraint. There is all of four blondes in the story (with the exception of his mother, duh) and he gets entangled with every single one.

It’s a level of down bad I respect

[jimmyspades]

"Perhaps I should assume control... Just out of curiosity, if you were in control–" "I'd shut up and kiss you." ... "It's funny, I don't feel in control." BOSTON LEGAL 5.11 "Juiced" (Deleted scene)

[tomeebear04]

TY to everyone who sent something to my drawbox!! all your drawings are so lovely! :)!

[onemomentinhispresence]