#ft: james

[fiasco95]

Regulus on his way home from visiting James, his brother and friends in uni for the weekend.

James, drunk and full on sobbing: I miss my boyfriend! Come back!

James, holding his iPad with Regulus’ mid-laugh picture showing: Bring back my husband(boyfriend) from war (college) It’s been 5 years(5 hours) since I’ve seen him!!!

Sirius, Remus, Peter, Dorcas, Marlene & Lily:

Marlene: Godric, somebody do something about him!!!

Dorcas: Let me call Reg-

Lily: It’s literally 3AM?! Let him sleep! Just because his boyfriend is a clingy and dramatic mess-

Sirius: I’m going commit tonight, murder or su!c!de- I’m debating.

Remus: Sirius-

James, crying louder than before because he heard all of them: I WANT MY BOYFRIEND!!

Peter: Me too.

James:

Sirius, Remus, Peter, Dorcas, Marlene & Lily:

Peter, shrugging: What?

Dorcas did end up calling Reg in the middle of the night and put him on FT with James to get him to shut up so they can all go to sleep in peace.

[chillentertainer]

thinkin' abt a little john wick conclave au where thomas lawrence is an aging assassin who keeps trying to retire but then is forcibly brought back for "one last hit" (first said to him half a dozen hits ago). lawrence is tired and depressed and he might be really good at his job (and that might be the only thing he's good at) but that Saddens him. because is his only purpose in life to be a Butcher?

not to mention he just recovered from prostate cancer and is now thinking a lot about the afterlife and god and sin etc etc. he's sure he's destined for hell no matter what he does now. is there even any point in changing?

one day he's in rome, surrounded by all these churches. and he enters one. he goes into a confession booth. every week, he confesses minor sins that turn into lovely but frivolous discussions with the anonymous priest, who lawrence can only identify through his gentle voice and bright, easily elicited laugh that reminds lawrence of morning birdsongs. over the weeks, this blossoms into a strange kind of friendship.

finally during a discussion about their favorite kinds of tea, lawrence interrupts the priest's recommendation of kahwah, which they had so often in their time in kabul, and was so delicious, and they just can't find anything close to what they had here, isn't that a shame, and i beg your pardon, what??

i kill people, lawrence repeats. all the time. i want to stop but i can't. i want to retire but they won't let me. i'm afraid being a murderer is how i spent most of my life, and i'm afraid it's how i'll spend the rest of my years, too. i'm the lowliest of sinners. i'm the evil that should be wiped clean from the earth. if god cast me down into the fires of hell for eternity, again and again, i would gladly welcome it.

and there is a heavy silence during which lawrence tenses, waiting for a horrified outburst or some rage.

but the priest says, with infinite compassion in his tone, you are still here on earth with us. and so god, in his mercy, has given you time to beg forgiveness and find redemption. make amends, however you can. take no more life, not for any reason. you say you want to stop. then stop. i believe you have good in your heart. you would not have come here if you did not.

thomas says, yes, yes i will, i swear on His name. i'm sorry for having wasted all your time these past weeks, i should not have done so.

and finally he says, goodbye. because there's no point in returning and attempting to continue this friendship, not when the priest must be so disgusted and would want nothing to do with lawrence any longer.

the priest says nothing in return and it hurts but lawrence knows he deserves it. he deserves far, far worse, and god, why can't he be punished now or just die and suffer eternal torment, and then, maybe, maybe, his soul could feel some bloody relief. but the priest said, make amends. can't make amends if you're dead.

so lawrence returns to his miserable apartment, to try and make amends, whatever that means. he decides to leave rome and begins to pack. he wanders the streets in a daze and gives all the euros he has on him to a beggar. on saturday, the day he would've gone to confession, he buys kahwah from a bemused shopkeeper.

he returns to find his next assignment on his kitchen counter in the form of a usb stick. he doesn't want to open it. but if he leaves it alone for too long, they'll send agents to track him down and he'll get an earful from aldo. better to open the assignment and fool them now. he'll disappear from rome right after.

lawrence plugs in the usb stick. there's a name he doesn't recognize. he clicks through the research on his next victim that ray had meticulously assembled. there is a video. he hits play. a voice starts speaking. and lawrence spills his hot cup of kahwah all over his keyboard and trousers but he doesn't care because fuck it all, he does know his victim after all.

it's the priest he sat next to week after week, chatting about the merits of herbal medicine and whether agatha christie or arthur conan doyle wrote better mystery novels and about the incompetence of world governments. it's the priest he just confessed to about his true nature, that he wasn't just some englishman adrift in rome, but a cold-blooded killer. it's the priest that heard this and offered him a way out, anyways.

it's vincent benitez.

the video continues, as benitez smiles and waves at a young child, his dark eyes luminescent and kind.

now he has a face and name to the voice, lawrence first thinks, in a daze. he’s even more beautiful than i imagined him to be.

his second thought: what the hell did benitez do to piss somebody off that badly that they want him dead?

[stargirlshojo]

we saw you from across the bar, and we really dig your vibe

[blue-boulder]

wilson’s wretched composer wednesday

[horror-vampire]

posting all of the team's reactions to kitty making up a story for illyana that one time

plus the ending bc it warmed my heart

[mischievous-thunder]

Laura: I've decided that I'm going to simply ignore the old people drama from now on.

Logan: What old people drama?

Laura, gesturing vaguely at her dads: Whatever it is that you two do all day!

Wade: Whoa! Hold on, child. This is unacceptable behaviour. Whose turn is it to lecture her about morals and values and being respectful, Logan?

Logan, already busying himself with a book: Yours.

[artyline]

i never share my sketchbook pages but i felt like dumping it somewhere cause i like a lot of these doodles wehehehe

[dwarnian]

When you're alone with me You never come up short

[abitterberryblog]

"caught in a landslide, no escape from reality."

silly little doodle, inspired by @lyssq 's tumblr post about his rad identity issues <33 (featuring how i imagined him, but close up!!)

[ladyhestiaa]

At the end of the day, it's the torturous feeling knowing that your arms I dreamt of wrapped around me will always be one of my mindless reveries in the spaces of my mind that yearn for your touch and affection, which I will never be able to receive because of the circumstances. It will always follow me like my shadow, like the ghost of my mistakes, just like the kiss we shared in my dreams and the ghost of your lips on mine.

-clairococoxoxo

[not-so-stranger]

i just saw a tiktok of alex warren's new song "eternity" over the httyd "you're as beautiful as the day i lost you" audio & immediately thought of jamie reuniting with reg in the afterlife & cried so hard i was gasping for air.

why am i LIKE THIS.

anyways - going to read choices now that i'm in the right mood.

[anghraine]

This comes across differently in context, but is still hilarious to me

[jerzadaily]

💙 On Every Universe ❤️

•FT Earthland: Jerza

•FT Edolas: Mystwalker

•Edens Zero: Jelsie

•FT Hero City: HCJerza

..

[itsadmiralactually]

"Oh, I think we can afford to give him one day's headstart."

DON'T TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN'T HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR! XD

[detambled]

It's been a rather long night.

[brits4gerardway]

pack it up, count 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴ula