#james throttle

[slice-of-rye-bread]

right so I know there's only like four other people on here that have ever heard of this musical but my school's doing it in march and I'm just the slightest bit obsessed soooooo

The Mystery of Edwin Drood (musical) Incorrect Quotes!

Jasper: And I just want you for my own~ Rosa: Please leave me the fuck alone~ Alice Nutting: You know, I do love working here with the Music Hall Royale. We have a lot of laughs. Also Alice: FUCK OFF JANET. I'M NOT GOING TO YOUR FUCKING BABY SHOWER. (more under cut)

Crisparkle: All the festive decorations are up! There's only one thing left to hang! Everyone else, in complete unison: JASPER. Crisparkle: no.

Datchery: I've connected the dots. Killer: You didn't connect shit. Datchery: I've connected them. Jasper: I'll have you know that I have been a perfectly decent vocal instructor. Puffer: You fucked up a perfectly good kid is what you've done. Look at her, she's got anxiety! Bazzard: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems. Bazzard: Weight loss? Drink water. Bazzard: Clear skin? Drink water. Bazzard: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them. Puffer: Well, who the fuck- Chairman: LANGUAGE, ANGELA. Puffer: Ah, sorry Bill. Puffer: Whom the fuck- Chairman: When life get tough, I like to look at this photograph of all the actors that I keep in my pocket. Throttle: Aw, that's surprisingly swe- Chairman: It reminds me that if I can deal with those dumbasses on a daily basis, I can deal with anything. Throttle: There it is. Helena: That's ridiculous! Rosa doesn't have a crush on me. Neville: Yes she does. Puffer: Yes she does. Rosa: Yes I do. Helena: Two truths and a lie, I’ll start! Helena: I’ve killed someone, I'd do it again, and I'm not lactose intolerant. Drood, visibly nervous: I don’t- I don’t like this game. Rosa: Underestimate me. That'll be fun. Chairman: Janet, keep an eye on Alice today. She's going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Janet Conover: Sure, I'd love to see Alice getting punched. Chairman: Try again. Janet, sighing: I will try to stop Alice from getting punched. Drood, at the top of a ladder: I'm scared, Jack! Jasper, holding out his arms: Do you trust me, Ned? Drood: Yes! Drood: *hits the ground, hard* Jasper: Rule #1, never trust anybody.

Bazzard: My life isn't as glamourous as my wanted posters make it look.

Crisparkle: Impossible burger? Please. Crisparkle: Through Christ, all things are possible. Chairman: Alright, listen up you little shits. Chairman: Not you, Mr. Throttle. You're an angel and we're thrilled you're here. Clive Paget, with his leg stuck in a chair: Now, you may be asking, "How did you do this to yourself, Mr. Paget?" Clive: Well, kids, Mr. Paget hasn't got a damn clue either. Durdles: *Pulls a glass of wine from out of nowhere* Deputy: Where did you get that? Durdles: My pocket. Deputy: How do you keep of glass of wine in your pocket? Durdles: Skills. Jasper: Am I going too far? Rosa: No, no, no. You went too far about two years ago. Now you're going to prison.

[etherealashworks]

Full Throttle

Wolfstar Top Gear AU

11. Hair of the Dog

Sirius feels hyperaware that, like the Earth,  he, too, is about a degree of temperature change away from an apocalyptic, civilisation-ending meltdown. And it isn’t because he’s suddenly bisexual, and about to dump his girlfriend, and Remus is mildly, gingerly settling onto a blanket they’ve spread in the wide-brimmed shade of an English oak.  No, it’s about something else. Obviously.

Marauders/ Wolfstar Top Gear AU in which Remus is a disaster from the off, Sirius unravels at the seams, James grows a frontal lobe, and Lily has a secret. Throughout, there will be cars, catastrophes, and caravan conkers. And in the end, maybe- just maybe- they'll find something worth all of this bollocks.

[patrice-bergerons]

WIP Wednesday

From (yet another) new fitzier fic I've been tinkering with.

Can Francis be blamed, then, for imploring his friend to respect the limits his body is so keen to enforce?  And yet, James stares daggers at him from across the room, a hatred burning in his eyes Francis had nearly forgotten he was capable of inspiring.  The early years of their acquaintance do not bear thinking about.  I am sincerely sorry Miss Cracroft has turned down your suit for a third time, but I am not your wife for you to order about as you wish.  Then, almost as an afterthought, Neither am I your child.

And this is how Francis knows that the fourth and final version of his friend, the one who reaches up from the bed to cradle Francis’ face, uncoordinated knuckles brushing against his cheek as he murmurs his name as if it is a precious, beautiful thing, and gifts Francis the most radiant of smiles each time Francis catches his hand to bring it to his lips, is a mere trick of the laudanum, nothing more.

[mariocki]

Cape Fear (1991)

"Let's get something straight here. I spent fourteen years in an eight by nine cell, surrounded by people who were less than human. My mission in that time was to become more than human. You see? Granddaddy used to handle snakes in church, Granny drank strychnine. I guess you could say I had a leg up, genetically speaking."

[partyinthemysterymachine]

REMAKE SO SCAWY :<!!!

i’m working on an RP playthru here in an attempt to get In Water (crossing fingers), and this entire time i’ve had James smashing any TVs and mirrors he comes across (and that the gameplay allows me to smash). this is absolutely a GOOMT-lore thing and as i’m going through and doing this, i can’t help but somewhat regret cutting a lot of what i’d written surrounding this, esp re: ch 72.

i have ofc saved what i cut with the intention to relocate it somewhere else (because this is an important piece of GOOMT-James lore), but MAAANN if i’m not thinking about it a lot. UGHHH my man is so messed up fr <3!

[izzieclarksonzz]

i started

Full Throttle

two days ago, and i dreamt of it. i cannot stop thinking about it. it is driving me insane.

wolfstar, slow burn, cars, complex flawed characters, top gear au (a car show), racing, really fit remus lupin, really fit sirius black, lily evans is my darling, peter has complex dynamics with each of them, black-family-related trauma, super brilliant pacing, so funny, yearning.

That's my synopsis. Read it.

[bizarrebazaar13]

re: that last reblog, Fires would be one of those drivers who speed up when they see yellow lights + don’t signal when they switch lanes or turn right on red. sorry.

[otrtbs]

nat im very curious if there any hints of jarty in the dinner fic...it seems everyone is with everyone lol (i am so here for the drama of it all!!)

hello!!! ahsjdksj

everyone is with everyone it’s madness and it’s messy and so fun >:)

as far as beloved jarty croucher goes they do not make an appearance really 😭 james actually hates barty bc of what he did to his really good friends frank and alice (what did barty do? all will be revealed eventually). like he wants barty to explode and die and glares at him the entire night like “explode and die.” but barty likes getting under james skin and will kinda flirt with him in a taunting way????? just to get him mad. but there’s no sexual tension really. just. tension.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

i'm gonna make my late 90s/early 00s Cowboy Jamie obsessed with Destiny's Child and the Spice Girls and noone can stop me

[xeniums]

THIS SERVES SO HARD

cowboys, thats it

[insanethrottlebikernews]

SONS OF SILENCE MC INTIMIDATION

SONS OF SILENCE MC INTIMIDATION Smith, who court documents claim is associated with the Sons of Silence motorcycle gang, is alleged to have attempted to intimidate the victim of the Winton shooting. Court documents allege there is a connection between the gang and the suspect in that case. Charging documents state that Smith and King parked their motorcycles in front of a home that had been…

[etherealashworks]

Full Throttle

Wolfstar Top Gear AU

10. INTERLUDE: Clean Slate

If it turns out Black is attracted to men, and he is not just doing a stupid, impulsive, selfish experiment, I will unhinge my jaw and eat the largest fucking hat ever made. If it turns out Black is attracted to men, but not Remus, I will need round-the-clock surveillance on Smokes. Suicide watch, maybe; can offer emigration as less drastic solution. I hear Australia has some fit men; might find one for myself.  If it turns out Black is attracted to Remus…well, that’s simple.  I’ll kill him with my bare hands.

Marauders/ Wolfstar Top Gear AU in which Remus is a disaster from the off, Sirius unravels at the seams, James grows a frontal lobe, and Lily has a secret. Throughout, there will be cars, catastrophes, and caravan conkers. And in the end, maybe- just maybe- they'll find something worth all of this bollocks.

[yumeurl]

the drama during marauders era is so good that even as a drarry main fan i cant help but be interested w that era gmfdgmfd it makes me kinda sad that the 1992 batch spent like almost half of their school time with the voldemort plot :( like no offense tom ily but i would be very much be more interested at the teenage drama that couldve happened if the kids werent distracted by the war

[mercurial-chuckles]

Witless Wednesday Thought

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Warnings: Fluff | Hot n Spicy Supersolider | Bucky losing his shit | Bucky defending you | Smitten Bucky | Smitten Reader | Language | Mutual Pining | Kissing | Happy Ending | Language | ~1k | Unbeta'd | Lemme know if I'm missing anything. A/N: I was working on another story when this tiny one sucker-punched my flow of thoughts. I scheduled it for yesterday, but that didn't work out. Anyhoo, here ya go! Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. GIF credits to the OP. Divider made by me. Check out my other works: Masterlist

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You'd never seen Bucky so angry, so enraged.

As a matter of fact, you barely saw any other emotion flit his face except impassiveness.

Sweet heavens! He was the most devastatingly handsome man you'd ever seen, too.

Normally, you would admire him inconspicuously, just like you did every day when he walked through your part of the office. But you snapped out of your 'Bucky delirium' for Wyatt's sake, who was currently being throttled by the supersoldier against the shelves.

"You don't call her that," Bucky growled.

Holy Shit! It took you a moment to peel your eyes away from that bulging bicep and clenched jaw to make sense of the situation.

One moment, Wyatt thanked you for resolving the system layout issue, 'I knew I could trust you, dawg!' Wyatt said, and the very next second, you saw Bucky throwing him against the shelves. You didn't even realize Bucky was there. He was so fast it made you question your senses.

Bucky must have misunderstood. As much as he'd adapted, James Buchanan Barnes was still a man rooted in a different era. Modern slang still tripped him, you figured.

"Please," you pleaded hurriedly, unsure how to actually intervene.

Wyatt coughed, stunned, his feet dangling as he struggled in distress.

"Bucky," you said, scared out of your wits. He looked down at you intensely, and you quickly took a small step back when you realized how close you were. As much as you silently pined loved Bucky and had imagined him doing wild things to you with that very same rage on countless occasions, you were, very realistically, intimidated at the moment.

"Please, Bucky," you whispered.

Bucky seemed to snap out of his trance as he blinked, his expression still rigid. He released Wyatt, who stumbled and fell to the floor.

Wyatt crawled away a little. Bucky stepped closer and sneered down at him, "Apologize. Now." He warned.

As much as you enjoyed your friend's sense of humor, Wyatt was so out of his depth sometimes, and you were sure his penchant for saying inappropriate shit would be the end of him. Because after all that just happened, he wouldn't shouldn't have said "Are you serious?"

Wyatt was a personality, alright! You tried your best to look at Wyatt, but Bucky's tall, broad frame blocked your view.

Bucky chuckled darkly, crouching down in front of Wyatt, who was still sprawled on his ass.

"Take a guess. DAWG," Bucky growled.

This shouldn't be funny.

This really shouldn't be turning you on as much as it was.

Wyatt finally seemed to realize the issue.

Fucking finally!

You wanted to explain that what Wyatt said was just an endearment, but the basic functioning of your brain had been fused.

"Look… I didn't mean…" Wyatt started, his gaze shifting to yours, and you must have looked like a stunned animal.

For the love of God, Wyatt! Shut up and say sorry! You thought.

"I'm sorry," Wyatt finally squeaked, trying to push himself off the ground when Bucky leaned further.

Bucky gestured toward you, "Apologize to her," he ordered.

Your heart pounded wildly. You hoped to stay upright and not fall victim to your dancing nerves.

"Sorry," Wyatt muttered, looking at you, and you felt terrified for him too. The poor guy was freaking the fuck out, and all for what, being cool?

"It's alright," you mumbled awkwardly. If not for the very adult feelings currently coursing through your body for the six-foot-something supersoldier, the whole thing might have felt like Wyatt was being scolded for pulling your pigtails on the playground.

When Bucky rose to his full height, you expected him to dash off. But he didn't. He stayed rooted in place, eyes fixed on Wyatt.

Wyatt, however, finally managed to peel himself off the floor, and he bolted in a jiff.

Good for him.

Not so great for you.

You stood there trembling, flushed, and utterly confused.

Bucky slowly turned to you, and the intensity in his gaze caught you off guard. You awkwardly shuffled back, lost your footing, and staggered. He steadied you, metal arm circling your waist and pulling you forward into his chest.

Goodness, Bucky was tall! He was so strong, all muscle, and smelled divine. The urge to nuzzle into his chest made you blush even more. Luckily, a modicum of rationality still prevailed.

But his eyes were so blue and beautiful you couldn't stop looking into them. He didn't avert his gaze either.

Bucky tilted his head and moved closer, studying your face while your brain buzzed and your ears rang.

"You okay?" he asked, his breath warm against your face.

It was totally unfair for a man to look the way he did.

"You with me, doll?"

That nickname in his raspy voice had your lips parting. Reminding yourself to respond, you put some effort into nodding your head a couple of times.

Noticing his eyes shift to your lips, your heart picked up, and you bit on your lower lip, feeling the pulse thrumming in your entire body. His tongue peeked out, quickly proceeding to lick his lower lip.

What was going on? Were you dreaming? But if you were, why did it feel so vivid? You fully expected to wake up on your couch like yesterday, with the TV running in the background.

Bucky slowly stepped back, removing his hand and taking all your sanity with his retreating touch.

"I..." Bucky began, running his fingers over his stubble and licking his lips again. You couldn't help but stare. His lips were so damn pink, and you really, really wanted to kiss him.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Your brain needed rehabilitation from Bucky Barnes.

"Wanna grab a coffee with me?" he asked.

You heard the words coming out of his mouth, you did, but you didn't quite process them. You just kept staring at him.

When you finally noticed the shift in his expression, his face falling and eyes apologetic, you cleared your throat.

"Coffee? With me?" That was a dumb response, but that was what your self-deprecating self came up with.

Bucky nodded, quite expectantly and hopefully.

"Okay," you managed to say, offering a small smile.

Bucky sighed in relief. Then he smiled, all shy and adorable, and you bet you could faint just like that.

Charming bastard! He was gonna kill you with his looks.

"Thank you," he said, grinning wildly. He felt overwhelmingly everywhere around you. Bucky shuffled, rocking on his feet awkwardly before nodding at you curtly.

"Right. Umm…I'll be here at 5:15," he said, and you nodded, though a bit too surprised he knew exactly when you clocked out.

Bucky took a few steps toward the door, and you stared longingly at his retrieving form. He stopped, turned around, and looked at you for a whole minute. His gaze transfixed you. Bucky strutted toward you and pushed you against the wall, both hands cupping your cheeks, making you gasp at the feel of them, at the feel of him.

"Sorry... I just..." he breathed against your lips, giving you a millisecond of space to push him away--you didn't. Instead, you rose on your toes, hands on his chest. Bucky groaned softly, pressed a gentle kiss to your nose, then tilted your face closer and captured your lips, tasting, nipping. The rough stubble scratched your skin sensually.

And somewhere in the corner of your mind, it became clear that Bucky Barnes, an Avenger, had no reason to stroll through the Technical Analysts' floor except for you.

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[my-castles-crumbling]

stretch - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 248

“Prooooongs!” Sirius whined, walking into the dorm room with the air of someone who had received terrible news. “Woooormy!”

“Hmm?” both boys replied, hardly bothering to acknowledge their friend’s antics.

“Moony told me he never wants to kiss me again!” Sirius exclaimed, clutching at his chest and falling dramatically to his bed, bouncing a bit on his mattress.

Remus, who had followed Sirius into the room, gave a dry chuckle. “That’s a bit of a stretch,” he murmured.

James, however, took this distraction as a sign that he should give up on his Potions homework, so he turned to his two friends. “What’d you actually say?” he inquired curiously.

“Sirius asked me if I would still snog him if his tongue was made of a snake,” Remus sighed, sounding quite done with the lot of them. “And I said no.”

“See?” Sirius shrieked. “He hates me!”

“I mean…that’s fair, mate,” Peter piped up, clearly also giving up on his homework. “Sounds like an awful snog to me.”

Sirius gave him a dirty look while Remus smiled at him, obviously relieved that Peter was being reasonable.

James, however, decided that this good-natured drama was much more fun than reason. “Dunno, Moony,” he said in a faux-concerned voice, “sounds a little mean.”

Sirius began to all-out screech, a grin on his face. “Exactly! See?! I knew you’d have my back, James! Moony, how could you?!”

And James just beamed at Remus, who looked like he was about to throttle him.