#yeah my boyfriend's pretty cool

[glassy-eyed-poet]

I just want to love someone who matches my level of pettiness (regulus and james in yeah my boyfriend's pretty cool (but not as cool as me) by paintmegry)

Currently kicking my feet and giggling at the sexual tension heehee

[undead-knick-knack]

[rabctrl]

lmao they are in fact beating all the allegations

[halfdeadwallfly]

[scaredforboomboom]

[ya-ttori]

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤ𝅭ㅤㅤᰍ︵ꪒꪒㅤㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤ⋆ㅤ

[delusional-mishaps]

if cross were to compare himself to any celestial being, he'd say the stars. a star. just one.

not any specific one. he's not important enough to be a specific one, to be named.

if he were to be asked why, he'd say he hasn't given it much thought. there's a million stars. billion. infinite. and none are recognizable, except when grouped up with others, made into constellations. they all look the same.

maybe he'll get deep about it. something about being a derivative of another. an infinte number of others, who all look identical to him. or nearly identical. close enough.

but the way you look at him...

you look at him like he's a star, like he's a million starts, billion stars, an infinite number of stars. like he's the moon and the planets and the galaxies and nebulae.

you look at him like he's recognizable. like you could look up into the sky, point him out each and every time.

you're a satellite, made specifically to orbit him, observe him, accompany him.

he doesn't even know that much about space.

[kiwicidios]

. art by iara_png on twitter .

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[paintmegrey]

Sharing 2 of my favourite deleted Jegulus scenes from Yeah My Boyfriend’s Pretty Cool (But not as cool as me) :

1)

They were lost.

James’ words sit between them, growing like some undefinable river. Too harsh to cross—too cold to bear.

“Regulus if you” James struggles to catch his breath, “if you get on that plane—I don’t know what I’ll do.” James deflates with the words. So true that they even leave him bewildered for a second.

Their love, it feels like the soft whistle to a song. So delicate, yet James would recognize it anywhere. He’s memorized all of it but standing here now James feels as though he’s forgetting the tune. As if the soft hum and whistle is fading into the end of the song.

“James I can’t-“ The hitch of Regulus’ breath is so harsh that James feels it in his own chest, “I can’t. This is not worth—this shouldn’t be worth anything to you.” The words are hushed, muffled under layers. But James doesn’t know what Regulus means. He wants to ask. He wants to scream to know. But every word is stuck in some lost corner of his mind, and all that he has to give now is his silence.

Nothing will ever define James the way this love has. They way Regulus has. Regulus is standing right in front of him, watery eyed and fading into shadow, but James already misses him. James can’t unclutch Regulus’ from his grasp. Everything that James has ever had to leave behind is buried with scratch marks, with every desperate attempt to hold on.

What is happiness if not love? What is James?

Regulus turns around, his body stiff and entirely closed off to James. “Go back inside, James.”

“Regulus.” It’s nothing other than a plea. A beg for Regulus to let them have this. To let James keep this.

Regulus hesitates for half a second, a simple twitch of his hand and then he’s walking away. The straight lights perfectly still. The echos of conversion, and laughter, and beautiful life continuing around them.

As James watches Regulus’ back he swears, somewhere in the distance someone is whistling the tune of a song. A delicate soft song, a precious one. And as Regulus gets further away, as James' existence is slowly ripped in half he focuses on that whistling and how it fades into nothing but air.

Then it is silence. Just James, just silence.

2) (the voicemail)

Regulus, hey. I’m not sure if you’re going to hear this anytime soon or ever—I hope you do though. Um- There’s a heavy sigh, and Regulus finds himself holding his breath. I’m not mad at you Regulus. I wish I could say I was, but—I just can’t. James’ voice gives a dry laugh, not a drip of humor. Maybe it’s pathetic but I—I care about you so much Regulus. So much that I—fuck, I would have helped you pack your stuff and leave to London if that’s what you really wanted. I would’ve held your hand until you left for that flight—I The sound of James’ voice breaking down starts to fill Regulus’ eyes with tears, barely able to stop themselves from pooling over.

—I would have just loved you until the end, as long as you would let me I’d love you. Even now…But your Mother called. I’m sure you already know that. I’ve been wondering if maybe I was…too much for you. If maybe I’m just too much. She told me that you want me to leave you alone. That you want nothing to do with me. Regulus hears the way the tremble in James’ voice becomes worse with ever word, and it kills him.

If that’s what you want Regulus. For me to just pretend there was nothing, I can—for you I can do that. And I’m sorry if I was a lot. I just— It’s then that James starts crying, and Regulus starts crying right along with him. Covering his mouth to muffle his sobs, desperate to hear James’ words clearly.

I just never want you to be afraid of me Reg. Like you can’t tell me things. You can always tell me anything, I will always listen. I’ll always be here, and I hope you never doubted that. If you don’t love me—that’s okay. It’s okay. I hope for the sake of my heart that you loved me at least once—that at some point you at least thought you could. There has never been anything wrong with you Regulus. I just— wanted you to know that you’re worth so much more than what this world has given you. You’re more than this job Regulus. You’re more than this imaginary worth in these awards. Or your family.

You are everything to me Regulus…all you’ve ever been is everything to me. You don’t have to be better or changed, you didn’t have to pretend for me. You never did. And LA—my house, is just not the same without you. I just want you to know I’m always here, that I’m always wishing you’ll call just so we can talk. Talk about anything. About the weather for fucks sake. Just to—just to know you’re there, love. I really do hope you’re alright Reg. I hope you’re happy, I hope it’s not too cold there. That you remember to water your plants and drink enough water.

If you need anything, I’ll always be here. Just a call away. I love you more than anything, darling, and I hope you’re okay. I hope you felt loved by me at least, because you were. You are.

The voice recording stops. Regulus’ hands are shaking and he’s choking violently on his sobs.

[drawnecromancy]

Sometimes a silly bird disguised as a human sits on a dragon's hoard of gold and tries to seduce him.

Community label for it being vaguely suggestive I guess.

Art taglist : @jezifster @isabellebissonrouthier (feel free to ask to be added to the list!)

[moonchild-in-blue]

Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of The Rising Sun

[apricusapollo]

bartylus are so lana del rey coded

[strawberrylemonadesoda]

Interview with Stephen in context of the Gettysburg 2023 aniversary. It's so much fun to listen to him talk about how he became enamoured with the Killer Angels story 💕🥰

[femboycharles]

Got Lana stuck in my head, not a bad thing to fall sleep to tbh

[ya-ttori]

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[saekkas]

everyone look !! he's so pretty ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა and i am head over heels for him !!

commissioned 0wlclair (twt) for this. please don't repost/use, thank you! <3