#Jamie boy

[thatmoonspell]

The Stag, oil on canvas, 22x28

Happy Birthday to the one and only, pansexual icon James Potter!! 🦌✨ I love this man 💛

Soooo I recently watched Saltburn and it gave me serious brainrot for a hot minute, so it’s a very Saltburn Jamie 😏☀️

*Murder on the Dance Floor intensifies*

I’m a mod in The Strutting Stag, a James-centric discord server! We are having our first ever writing fest currently, The Strutting Slut Fest if you’d like to join, please take a look! Or just come hang out with us, whatever man! ✨

I have a new instagram, where I post my HP fine art paintings 💛

[remuslupininskirts]

rEdd and sweater weather :)

Please can we not start the discussion about why i am a cat? Everyone seems to think it…

Yo bro /r

[hermitcraftx]

the latest joel episode has me feeling high. the intro where hes interrogating himself about liking etho and then saying that ETHOS obsessed with him. him mentioning the mezalea empire s1 thing (which im watching rn!!). him walking in on etho talking about him. etho telling him that he must like camels because of the long necks and joel getting embarrassed and saying "youre so obsessed with neck kisses its a little bit disgusting". him running at etho and making fucking KISSY NOISES he made KISSY NOISES at etho and etho shrieking and running away. i feel like that damn homophobic dog

and gem and tango are just WATCHING THAT. theyre just SITTING THERE and WATCHING. they had to remind joel that it was a different series and different time. i feel fucking sick to my stomach

[felizzlemynizzl]

[gnnosis]

“i’m trapped.”

[ dead poets society (1989) / chapter viii, chen chen / young royals 2x04 / the raven boys, maggie stiefvater / “rocks in my shoes” (unreleased), noah kahan / ted lasso 3x11 / welcome to nightvale, joseph fink & jeffrey cranor / “homesick,” noah kahan ]

[insignificant457]

Jamie tartt running to his mom because someone on Twitter said his hair was blonde when it’s clearly walnut mist

[obisamya]

3.01 TED LASSO

[matttheratkingart]

Ted missed a chapter or two

[aseaofquotes]

Jamie O'Neill, At Swim, Two Boys

[liesmyth]

that’s his mum’s nickname for him btw. how’s everyone doing

[hermitcraftx]

i have a slur to say

[walnutmistjamie]

Jamie and Roy being in love looking at each other (1/?)

[atorionsbelt]

we got royjamie AND tedtrent support from phil and james in the same day!?…… happy pride everyone

[littleweirdoss]

#LITERALLY POCKET SIZE

[itsjusthockey]

Flyers - Jamie Drysdale

I love him so much and I wish him all the success in the world

I’m also trying not to hate cutter gauthier

I hope you enjoy, I like this one

Request and talk to me, pls and thx

It’s late in the evening when the shrill ring of your phone cuts through the silence of your bedroom. You glance at the screen and see your boyfriend calling. It’s not a FaceTime, and it’s always a FaceTime, so you’re confused, and your heart skips a beat as you answer him.

“Hello?”

It’s silent on the other end, but you can hear him lightly breathing and shuffling around.

“Jame?”

Before he even utters a word, you feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere. There is a reason he didn’t FaceTime, and there is a reason his usual warmth and cheer is replaced by a heavy silence. As the seconds tick by, you can sense his hesitation, and an unsettling sense unfolds in your stomach.

You hear him take a shaky inhale, hold it for a second, and then he breathes out.

“They traded me.”

His voice is raw, and it trembles with unusual vulnerability. In a single second, your heart shatters into a million pieces. Before you can even fully comprehend what he said, tears are pooling in your eyes, and your hand is clasping at your mouth.

“They what?” You ask.

“They just told me. I’m going to the flyers. They want me there tomorrow.”

Finally, the news settles in. Your boyfriend was traded. Jamie was fucking traded.

A million thoughts rush through your head. Jamie has to move. He has to leave Trevor. He has to pack up his entire life in a single night and fly across the country.

Silent tears are streaming down your face, and you realize you’ve stayed quiet for way too long. You also know you need to get a fucking grip. This isn’t about you, and you need to get your shit together because he needs you right now.

So, you take a deep breath and calm the fuck down.

“Are you okay?”

You hear him shuffling around again, probably packing up all his things. He doesn’t say anything for a minute, and you patiently wait until he’s ready.

“I don’t know. It hasn’t really set in yet. Doesn’t feel real.”

A sharp pain thumps through your chest at his words. He continues.

“I’m trying not to feel anything, honestly. I’m trying not to think about everything I have here.” His voice breaks. “But it’s been my home, and I don’t want to leave.”

You finally hear him break, and you would pay any sum of money to be able to teleport to him now. It wrecks you that you can’t be there to hold him during this time. You can’t begin to imagine what he’s feeling. You know he’s thinking about everything that Anaheim has given him. You know he’s

recounting the countless memories made on and off the ice, the shared victories and losses, and the deep bonds formed with teammates.

“Jamie.” You start, then stop.

“Yeah?” He asks softly.

“This absolutely sucks, and I’m so so sorry.” You pause. “The ducks are the biggest idiots in the world, and they don’t deserve you.“

Jamie's breath catches on the other end; it’s a mixture of a chuckle and a sob escaping him. You smile a bit because your words seem to reach through the distance, a small lifeline in the whirlwind of emotions he’s currently facing. He takes a moment before responding.

“Thanks, babe. It means a lot to hear that right now.” He sighs again. “I just never expected this, you know? Everything’s changing so fast. I love it here, and it kills me that I won't be part of it anymore.”

You nod, even though he can't see it. It’s as if the very fabric of his life is unraveling, and you wish you could weave it back together. But all you can do is sit here and listen to him and try your best to be his anchor in the storm of uncertainty.

“I wish I were there with you, help you pack, give you a hug,” you say miserably.

“Me too. he admits, another sad sigh escaping him.

You sit there again for a couple of minutes, listening to him pack and offering your presence. You finally hear him close to the phone again, and he breaks the silence.

“I'm scared (Y/N). It’s a whole new team. I don't want to let anyone down, especially you,” he confesses.

You want to punch him. He knows better. Not once, ever, has Jamie let you down, and you sure as hell know that he never will.

“That's enough of that, Jame, you could never let me down. Nerves are normal, but I also know the player you are. You’ve got this, and I’ve got your back. Always.”

He lets out a quiet okay and quickly hangs up the phone. You’re confused for a brief moment before his FaceTime pops up. You answer in a heartbeat, and a wide smile takes over your features as you finally get to look at your boyfriend.

He looks tired, and his eyes are a bit red, but he has a soft smile, and you know that everything is going to be okay.

For the next couple of minutes, you talk it out. You discuss the logistics, the challenges that lie ahead, and the uncertainty of the future. You do your best to hype him up, and as the logistics conversation draws to a close, a somber calm settles over the two of you. You can finally sense a shift in his tone, a quiet acceptance mingled with some determination.

“We are gonna figure this out, won't we?” Jamie asks a trace of hope in his voice.

“Yes. Besides, I like the flyers. Way better than those losers in Anaheim,” you assure him.

Jamie chuckles a bit, and then a hilarious thought crosses your mind.

“Oh my god.” Panic laces your voice, and Jamie furrows his eyebrows.

“What?”

You start laughing, suddenly very happy.

“You’re gonna be with Gritty!”

You can’t help but roll over with laughter, knowing your shy-as-hell boyfriend is going to be on the team with the most infamous and chaotic mascot ever. You can’t even begin to explain how giddy this makes you, and Jamie lets out a small groan but begins laughing with you anyway.

After you settle down, wiping the new happy tears away, you smile a wide smile at him again.

“You know, I’m still on break. Maybe I should come down and be there for your first game?”

Just like that, your boyfriend is back, and the smile you’re so in love with takes over his features.

“Really?”

“Absolutely. I can think of no better way to end my break than being with you.“ You beam at him. “Besides, I have to scope out the team. Let em know that they have a new hotshot player who has the hottest girlfriend ever.

He barks out another laugh at you, but you know he agrees one hundred percent with your statement.

“God, I love you,” he says, the words carrying the weight of the world.

“I love you too,” you respond, “This is honestly exciting, Jame. You have great things coming. I can feel it.”

[pretend-of-beginning]

the little moment between sam and jamie with the captain arm band where jamies like "do you think i should have it" and sam flips him off and they're smiling.....oh how far they've come no one speak to me