#jamie jabbers

[psychmerchant]

yet more of my mha/bnha works on redbubble have been taken down, once again despite being up for over a year :( i guess crunchyroll has been cracking down / narrowing the parameters of what they’ll allow, so i’ve decided to just take down the entire collection

this hawks card was my favourite of the whole bunch, though, so i’m putting it here so yous can all still see it :)

[cleaverchine]

spotify wrapped top artists prediction analysis. im pretty sure i know which will take top five, but no idea what order they’ll be in. here are the contenders.

the mountain goats

top artist five years running

massive backlog of albums to enjoy, active and prolific for longer than i’ve been alive

released the truly excellent album bleed out this year, 100% bangers

opeth

most recent discovery for me, and boy have i fallen hard

songs average 8-10 minutes; will likely weight results heavily

prog metal, so replayability is high- fun time signatures and layered compositions make it hard to ever get tired of a song

kvelertak

new to me this year, my gateway drug to metal, and very very fun listening

great tunes to weed to, ideal work playlist

blind guardian

listened to a twist in the myth (2006) on loop for months at the beginning of the year because it relates to a project ive been working on

have not listened to any other blind guardian. this is how murder by death got on my list in 2020

matt heckler

probably fav artist of all time next to mountain goats

only four albums, all around 30-40 minutes each- low minutes rate, will affect weight in spotify’s ranking

can shred relentlessly on banjo and fiddle. im telling you this guys a legend in the making. his lyrics? to die for. the sheer concentration of skill per ounce of tunes is astronomical. absolute killer.

possible runners up include korpiklaani, municipal waste, and doc watson. will keepyall updated on how this goes. also share your predictions if you wanna :)

[jabberamongthetrees]

I do not care how good of a dad you think you’ve been or your other children say you are if one of your sons first instinct when you start walking towards him talking sternly is to backpedal and cower you need to check your charts and reevaluate mr john dutton sir

[psycho-slytherin]

Time for some updates to the dash, so if anyone has blog recommendations for me to follow, ‘twould be much appreciated!

[junipers-archive]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚✧VALENTINES DAY CONFESSIONS

❥ James!potter x reader (You've had a crush on James for months now, he finally gets the nerve to ask you to be his Valentine, only to find you were on your way to ask him.) Word Count: 700

"Jus' don't know if she'll like it!" James was in the common room discussing his singular girl problem with his friends. "I mean we've been friends for a while, but I still don't even know if she likes me!"

Sirius who was languidly laying across one of the armchairs nearby rolled his eyes as he answered, "Your delusional if you don't see it."

"He's right James, she really does like you, laughs at every one of your bad jokes enough." even Remus had enough of his jabbering, most of their conversations almost always ended up with James bringing up your name.

He was blushing at even the mention of you liking him back, "What if she already has a Valentines though? What if she doesn't really like me? What if-"

"Give her the Valentine!" It was Pete, laying on the ground in a star-fished position, he'd almost drifted off into a sweet sleep before he was woken once more by James' worried voice.

He got up from the couch he'd been stationed at, quickly and quite bravely if he said so himself heading for the door. "Fine. But if I get my heart broken you will all be very sorry!"

As he left they all let out a collective sigh, they'd been attempting to convince him all week, maybe, just maybe if they could finally get you two together, they'd get some peace and quiet.

When James gets to you he's panting, having ran down several flights of moving stairs to reach you. You had come to the library to return some of the books you'd borrowed to study, he knew this since he was the one who offered to help you, just so he could spend more time with you.

"Y/n!" He tried to look casual, all the same hiding the gift behind his back as he approached your figure.

"Oh, hey Jamie!" you eyes were bright and your heart fluttered at his flushed cheeks.

"Have you got any plans for the day?" He was hoping your answer was no, so he could take you on a proper date, something you deserved.

"M'no don't think so, why?"

"W-well I was just hoping, since you're free, and its Valentines day..." your heart beat faster as he continued, you'd waited months for him to realize you liked him back.

"Well maybe you could, or rather we could, w-would you be valentine?" He swears you're the only to ever make him this nervous.

When he see's your pleased expression however he gets a surge of confidence taking out your gift and handing it to you, a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers accompanied by a small box of chocolates.

"Yes!" Your reply comes far too quickly, but you couldn't care less, taking out the small card and chocolate box you'd gotten him from your bag.

You shove it towards him as he gapes at you, "I-What-What is this?"

"Well, you were taking far too long, I mean I went to every one of your quidittch matches, pretended I needed help studying so you'd offer, laughed at every single joke of yours, godric I even went to your friends for help!"

"I never thought you'd like me!" He was bright red, how had he not seen it this entire time?

"Jamie I laugh at every single one of your jokes." You were exasperated, how had you fallen for such a sweet oblivious boy?

"Is that supposed to be an insult? Cause if I'm being honest it sounded-"

You stop his jabbering, placing the gifts on the table nearby and pressing your soft lips to his. Your heart melts as his hand comes to caress your cheek as if you're the most delicate flower in the world.

Because to him, you were.

When you pull back you're both grinning so hard your faces hurt.

"S'not and insult, just a fact." And it was, you would laugh at everyone of his jokes, no matter how ludicrous or ridiculous they were, you found him funny. And charming, and kind, and beautiful, and perfect, perfect for you.

"Well then, my Valentine, shall we begin our date?" He held out his arm as you smiled sheepishly at his name-calling.

"We shall."

[writeroutoftime]

hi!! can i request a jamie one shot- with introducing the reader to the coaches and making it a big deal

words: 690

a/n: okay, I just love the idea of ted and all the coaches being such an important part of jamie's life that introducing his s/o to them is such a big step!! hopefully this is what you were looking for, sorry for the wait, but please enjoy!

oOoOo

"Babe, don't you think I should be the one who's more nervous here?" you teased, watching your boyfriend of two months psych himself up inside his car for the third time in the past ten minutes.

"I know, I know." Jamie tried to reassure himself. "You shouldn't be nervous at all. It's just their opinion means a lot to me."

Your heart melted slightly at Jamie's confession. Of course, this was an important step in your relationship to him. There weren't many positive, male figures in Jamie's life, and you were happy he had found some in his coaches.

"Well," you began slowly. "I'm really excited to meet them. And it means a lot to me that you even want to introduce me."

"'Course I wanna introduce you, babe. Gotta show everyone how lucky I am." Jamie smirked, coming back to his usual self.

A laugh bubbled past your lips, and you leaned over to interlock your fingers with Jamie's, pressing a reassuring kiss to his knuckles. "Lead the way, then."

oOoOo

Once you got Jamie out of the car, it didn't take him long to drag you through the dog track and towards the gaffer's office. From afar, you could see four men huddled together, and you suddenly felt your heart begin to race. If Jamie had been feeling nervous, you were ten times more nervous to meet some of his role models.

"Jamie Tartt!" Ted's voice called out, alerting everyone to your presence before you could run away. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Well, uh, just wanted to stop by and introduce my partner here." he said, gesturing towards you as if presenting an award.

Beard and Ted shared a knowing look before turning their attention back to you and Jamie. Ted reached forward, grinning from ear to ear with his arm outstretched. "Well, howdy there. It's a real pleasure to meet the person Jamie's been jabbering on about. I'm Ted."

"Oh, of course I know who you are, Coach Lasso. It's an honor to meet you, all of you, in fact." you admitted, slightly bashful.

"None of that Coach business. Just Ted is fine." he insisted. "And, uh, this here is Beard, Nate the Great, and I'm sure you also know Mr. Roy Kent himself." Ted explained, suddenly leaning in towards you. "I promise he ain't as scary as he looks."

You couldn't help but let out a giggle, suddenly feeling much more comfortable in Ted's presence. Eventually, you and Jamie leant against the wall, getting to know four of the people who inspired such positive change in your boyfriend.

At one point, Jamie left to take a call, leaving you alone with his coaches. A comfortable silence fell over the group before Ted looked up at you with a comforting smile, words of wisdom ready to pour from his lips.

"I gotta say, it's been real nice to meet ya, y/n. I wasn't joking when I said Jamie's always mentioning you. And, now I don't mean to lecture, and I'm sure it goes without saying, but Jamie's a really special person. I know his past might be a bit dicey, but he's really put in the work to be his authentic self. And I think I speak for all of us when I say to take care of him, okay?" Ted asked, with Bread, Nate, and Roy all nodding their heads in agreement.

Tears began to prick at your eyes, so you bit your lip and nodded your head in agreement. "I promise." you whispered, so happy to be apart of Jamie's team.

Seconds later, the man in question popped his head back in the office and took note of the change in tone. "Everything all good in here?" he questioned a bit wearily.

"It's perfect." you reassured, reaching out to grab his hand once more.

And so, you said your goodbyes, promised to stop by for the next home game, and walked out with Jamie the same way you walked in - hand in hand. This time, feeling a little closer to the man you loved and who you were grateful to know.

[clandonnachaidh]

Light Across the Seas that Severed (Ch10)

AO3

For the first time in years, Jamie woke without the dead weight of unsaid things hanging around his neck.

He closed his eyes and savoured the memory of the previous night, Claire’s face twisting in disbelief when he told her to go to sleep after he’d kissed the life out of her, and made a promise to himself that he would keep a level head today until everything had been resolved between them. He almost laughed out loud in surprise at the idea of a resolution to the saga that had been going on for years. And now to have heard it from her lips, to know that she felt the same and that she wanted him too felt almost surreal.

His knees didn’t crack with the same twinge of pain as he left his bed and quickly jumped into the shower, managing to give himself at least a cursory scrub before the hot water turned to ice against his skin which not only meant that Claire was awake but that she was already out of bed. He wondered if she was as nervous as he was and with shaky hands, Jamie quickly switched off the shower and tried not to think about Claire soaping up her body a few steps down the hall.

The thought of her naked and dripping with hot water might have put a little extra speed in his movements as he got himself dressed and made the way to her with the thin excuse of providing his guest with a fresh towel. Just as he quietly snuck into the bedroom and put the not-too-soft towel on her bed, which had already been made beautifully, pillows plumped and all, his eyes caught sight of a bundle that had been unceremoniously dumped outside the door to the en suite.

Without thinking, he scooped the garments up in his arms with the thought that doing a little bit of laundry might take one more small thing off her mind. The idea of it being a rather intimate gesture was lost on him, fingers grasping denim jeans and a linen shirt before he found himself touching lace. A lump formed in his throat as he looked down.

Pale lilac.

The exact shade of purple that he had seen all the years whenever he closed his eyes. The same delicate colour that had so prettily complimented her skin the night that she bared herself to him. The night that ruined him for anyone else.

So lost in his thoughts was Jamie that he hadn’t time to try to look like he wasn’t pawing at her garments when the door opened and Claire caught him red-handed.

“I’m so sorry, Sassenach, I only meant to—“

Claire’s hand raised in supplication as she interrupted him, “Don’t worry about it—“

“No really, I shouldnae have—“

They were both aware of their jabbering on but for some reason were unable to stop. Knowing that whatever came out of her mouth next would be just as useless, Claire snatched the offending item from his hands.

It was then that Jamie realised that she had the tiniest excuse for a towel wrapped around her.

“Christ, I’m sorry! I brought you another towel, a… well, a bigger one.” Jamie gestured to the bed and tried to ignore the feeling of the embarrassment burning the tips of his ears. “Ye’ll be wantin’ breakfast and coffee, I’ll see to it.”

And with that, he practically threw himself out of the room and down the stairs, cringing at the sound of Claire’s quiet giggling.

When she entered the kitchen a few minutes later, fully dressed in a t-shirt and comfortable joggers much to Jamie’s disappointment, she snorted at his inability to meet her eye.

“If I’d known a simple bra was enough to set you off, I would’ve been more careful,” she joked as she crossed the flagstone floor in her bare feet and took up residence on the bench that ran the length of the kitchen table. “Big Jamie Fraser, scared of a woman’s underthings.”

He made sure she caught the rolling of his eyes as he placed her mug of coffee in front of her.

“I am more than acquainted with underthings, just…” he trailed off before he embarrassed himself.

“What?”

“Nothin’. Ye’ll tease me,” he replied, the mischief in his own voice making her smile even wider.

“And when have I ever done something like that?”

Her fake indignation was adorable. Jamie felt his body coming alive, acknowledging the gentle ribbing that had always been so easy between them. And he also recognised the simmering tension that lay beneath it all but this time, he wasn’t afraid of it or trying to hide it. And so he placed both of his large hands on the table and leaned forward, his shoulders rounding out underneath his t-shirt which he was pleased to see had caught Claire’s eye, just as her lower lip was caught in her teeth.

He realised that they had never really flirted before. And realised how much he liked it.

Deciding that teasing her was too fun, he pulled away just the second that she instinctively moved towards him, now looking at his mouth. Claire shook her head with a start when he put the distance between herself, as if she had been surprised by being in his game of cat and mouse. Jamie decided to take pity on her and tell her the truth.

“It wasnae the bra itself. More… the colour,” Jamie cleared his throat before turning back to the stovetop to dish up breakfast, continuing. “Ye’ll think me a lecher but ’tis similar to the one you wore in Amsterdam.”

All the bravado, the confidence that he felt moments earlier evaporated with every second of silence that filled the room. When he finally turned back to face her, he was surprised to see a calmness across her face. Her head ducked as she fiddled with a curl, looping it around her index finger before pushing it behind her ear only for it to spring back to it’s original place.

“That was rather intentional, actually. I did that, over the years. Little things that brought me comfort whenever I felt alone. It was almost like I… well, kept parts of you with me.”

Well, he thought, this is new.

Last night’s confessions had paved the way for the truth to be laid bare in front of the other. It felt like they were talking together for the first time in years.

As Jamie took his seat across the table from her, he yielded, “Aye, suppose I did the same.”

Without shame or shyness, he brought his hand up in front of his body, offering her his palm. She stared into his eyes, not sure of the gesture, but instinctively took his hand in hers, bringing her line of sight down at his open hand.

“What is that? Is that—?”

Her fingers traced over the C that he had cut into the mound of his palm that day on the beach.

“I know it’s a bit dramatic but I think ye ken that about me already, Sassenach,” he grinned wryly, earning a laugh. “I wanted a way to remember you always, to tuck you away in my heart and know that my body would forever be marked by you as my heart had.”

Jamie watched as Claire’s eyes filled with tears, one solitary tear spilling over her lash line and trailing down her cheek. As he went to brush it away with the hand that she still held in hers, she swooped down and pressed her lips to the scar, closing her eyes almost reverently.

The room was silent again but the energy that surrounded them was screaming.

He felt Claire’s tongue leave her mouth momentarily to lave at the wound that had been healed long ago. Jamie immediately stifled a gasp which quickly turned into a groan when he caught the feral look that had taken over Claire’s eyes. Swiping her hand across to clear her path, she practically pounced as her knees hit the top of the table and she moved towards him in an instant, Jamie quickly getting to his feet so that their mouths became level with the other’s before Claire began to devour him.

If he had been the instigator last night, there was no question who was in charge this time round.

Her fingers seemed to have turned into claws that scratched and grabbed at him, pulling at the thin layer of cotton that clothed his upper body and mewling like a desperate animal. Her mouth was open as she panted but kept her tongue firmly against his, not letting the two of them to be separated for a moment. Jamie’s instincts took over and he put his hands on her glorious arse, lifting and pulling at her until she wrapped her legs around his waist and he lowered her against the flagstone floor, covering her body with his own.

She started to grab at her own clothes then, trying to wrestle her top from herself but Jamie’s hands stilled hers.

“Won’t ye be cold, mo ghraidh?” He whispered against her lips.

“I don’t give a fuck if I’m cold. I need to feel your skin.”

“Aye,” he breathed, pulling her up to sit and practically tearing both of their shirts off. His chest was heaving with heavy breaths as he saw her bare in front of him, her perfect breasts that he dreamt about so often. He pushed her back down against the floor so he could take her in, delighting in the pink flush that had appeared over her collarbones as he traced a fingertip across them and down.

He kept his voice quiet and steady.

“Can I touch ye, Sassenach?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Can I kiss ye?”

Her eyes fluttered close as he bent down to ghost his lips over the rise of her breasts, “Yes!”

“Will ye let me love ye, Claire?”

“Yes, yes, a hundred times yes!”

With her enthusiastic consent, Jamie closed his lips around one pretty pink nipple as he slid his hand under the waistline of Claire’s loose joggers, finding her bare underneath. He crushed his head against her sternum with a groan as he found her warm and wet and impossibly soft.

“Oh, Claire,” he whispered as he devoured her lips again, rubbing his finger down the length of her before gently pushing inside, earning what sounded like a sob.

His head snapped up to meet her eyes and he saw that she really was crying. Mortified, he moved quickly to retract his hand but her fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist, keeping him where he was.

“Please, don’t stop! Please touch me just like that, touch me however you like, just please don’t stop touching me! Please Jamie!” she begged frantically.

He felt conflicted in the moment and wanted to stop and talk it through but when Claire began to use the hand that she was still holding onto to rub against, he decided to trust her to know her own body and her own limits. Although he was gentler with his kisses, pouring all the love and respect that he felt for her into every own, letting his tongue slide slowly against hers as he fingers worked inside of her and the base of his palm rubbed against her aching sex. Claire was still crying slightly but he could hear the pleasure that her sobs were tinged with, could see in her eyes that she was close to finding her physical bliss and he anticipated that she would also experience a very strong emotional release.

He wanted to give it to her more than anything else in the world.

“That’s it, my lass, let yerself feel it. Ye are safe and whole and loved. My God, ye are so loved. I love ye so much, Claire. Let me hear ye, pretty lass.”

His words pushed her over the edge and he felt her contract around him with the sharp sting of her nails biting into his skin as she anchored herself to him. The scream that poured from her seemed to ripple its way up her spine, her head pushing against the floor and her back arching to the sky as her mouth hung open, eyes wide.

When her body became slack, Jamie made sure to gather her against himself to keep her from the cold floor. Claire was still breathing heavily but it calmed him to see that there were no fresh tears. Her leopard eyes were glazed and heavy, unable to quite focus on any one particular thing.

Careful not to move too quickly, Jamie got to his feet with Claire still held in his arms and moved through to the living room, gently sitting them both of the sofa and settling Claire in his lap, still skin to skin. He freed one arm from her to grab the tartan throw that hung over the back of the sofa and was amazed to see when she held her hand out for his arm to settle back around her back, as though she could not bare to be away from him for one moment. It was awkward and clumsy but he finally got enough of their bodies covered by the tartan and he felt her muscles relax as her eyes began to close again.

“Lay yer heid, lass. I will be right here when ye wake.”

[firstdegreefangirl]

(not) A Prick

“Oi, prick!” Roy shouts across the locker room. Nobody turns but Jamie; everyone knows whose attention he’s looking for. “Nice work out there. One of your best passes yet.” Roy nods once, then turns into the offices.

Ted relaxes into his seat – Roy and Jamie seem to have settled their differences, but when he comes in shouting like that, it’s hard not to remember the months when he and Beard would have to pull them apart, stop the fighting before one of them actually killed the other.

Now, when they call each other names, it almost sounds affectionate. Not quite how Ted would express friendship – he can’t imagine walking up to Beard and calling him “jackass” or "idiot” or anything else – but different strokes, he supposes.

Roy claps him on the shoulder as he walks by, and Ted turns halfway around to call out to him before his door closes.

“Great job today, Roy! Appreciate you!”

He hardly hears Roy’s grunt over the slamming door, but Ted knows what he means anyway. He smiles to himself and picks up the next retention form he needs to fill out, signing his intent to stay with his team for another year, and petitioning for his next visa extension. He’ll get it, he knows, it’s just a matter of making sure his ducks are all waddling in one nice and neat line.

Ted doesn’t look up again until the paperwork is done, ready for Rebecca’s signatures. The locker room is empty, everyone gone home or clubbing or to the Crown and Anchor to join Mae for a pint and a hot meal. He shrugs, even though no one is there to be on the receiving end of the gesture, and hoists his backpack onto one shoulder. When he checks the time, it’s nearly 9:30.

Take off six, makes … 3:30 back in Kansas.

His mind works the conversion quickly, and he tries not to think too hard about when “Kansas” and “home” stopped being the same thing. Because Henry, wherever he is, he’s carrying a big old piece of Ted’s heart around with him. And if it’s 3:30 for him, then he should just about be getting off the bus after school.

So as he climbs the stairs up out of the bowels of Nelson Road, Ted finds Michelle’s contact, almost without needing to look at the screen, and taps ‘call.’ They exchange pleasantries, but it’s only a minute or so before she’s passing the phone to Henry. He jabbers in Ted’s ear the entire walk home, tells him about school and his friends and how nobody else on the peewee team calls it ‘football’ in America, and everything else going on in his little 9-year-old world.

It’s the highlight of Ted’s day, even though the entire thing has been a blast, from wakeup to right this second. He’s so excited to hear from his son that he almost doesn’t notice the familiar car parked outside his flat. But he sees it at the last second, narrowly avoids walking into the bumper and jumps back.

“Whoa there! Oh, my. Henry? Hey, buddy, I hate to cut this short, but I’ve gotta let you go now, OK? No, no everything’s fine. Just some business I hadn’t realized I’d need to take care of tonight, yeah? Alright, talk at you later. You and your mom have a good night, OK? Be good for her. Love you too, bye-bye.”

He ends the call, then swipes over to his text messages. But no, he hasn’t missed anything. Or at least, if he has, it’s because the phone gremlins grabbed it of them before it got all the way to Ted’s screen.

But sure enough, when he comes around the corner of the car, there Jamie is, sitting with his back leaned up against Ted’s front door. His legs are tucked up to his chest, one arm wrapped loosely around them. His chin rests on one knee, his free hand scrolling idly through his phone.

Ted doesn’t think he’s noticed that anyone else is nearby.

Read the rest on ao3 here!

[cloudbattrolls]

Every Other Freckle

Jameth Abnale | Jikiro Takami’s Hive | Present Night

Another night, another trial. 

Jameth Abnale laid on a couch in Jikiro’s hive, one bought for him sweeps ago to have good support for when he wanted to sit up and work. It was comfortable, but not so soft he’d fall asleep in it, and it had heaters and massage capabilities built in for his stiffness.

He tapped his tablet, mulling over the new orders for ship parts, trying to decide what materials would be best. 

These were exclusive seadweller vessels, headed for aquatic colonies - it was always a challenge to build them to withstand both the hardships of space and the inevitable corrosion of a water-world, not to mention having to research the native flora and fauna to see what impact they’d have long-term.

Technically, he could leave all the designs to his engineers, solely focus on the business side of things. Many highbloods did, caring little for the actual craft of their enterprises. Why bother, when they could pay someone to care for them?

Insufferable. If a troll didn’t have a direct grip on their works, they didn’t deserve them.

It wasn’t even that he loved his business so much - sometimes the damn thing was more trouble than it was worth - but it would be far worse to not have it. 

It was expected of a blueblood, but it was also necessary to survive. If he couldn’t serve the empire in as direct a way possible, he knew very well the drones would come for him.

He had his fleet exception, but it stood as long - and only as long - as he provided the groundwork to support the ships he would never board.

Often he hated it. Yet without it, who would he be? Another complacent, lazy fool with no verve or inspiration? It had made him far sharper, far more aware than most others of his caste. 

Oh, other bluebloods thought they were so deadly, and they were in some ways - but they’d never understand the constant hunger of eyes waiting to be given any reason to attack, the merest justification to cull them. 

Jamie had taken that hunger and burned it as fuel before it burned him up instead.

Alas, it had left him with far too much hunger of his own. 

He looked over at the tealblood on the other couch, playing with a ball of ink he was levitating in midair as he jabbered away in his local language to his signmates. 

Jamie knew enough of the words to catch that he was setting up a meeting in person with the other three. Good luck to the youngest Takami; he’d need it.

He looked at the tanuki troll, gaze lingering as it often did. 

Jikiro had never been skinny - none of his bloodline were - but the others weren’t broad like him, fat and wide-shouldered, with thick arms and hands (how those big fingers could do such delicate work, Jamie had always marveled). They didn’t have his round face or easy smile.

All absolutely infuriating traits. 

Though he’d laid hands on him many times, Jamie had never touched his friend’s lips except for once, long ago. Out of respect. Out of knowing if he did, if he tried, and if he was turned away -

Well. Some things were too much.

The teal wrapped up his call, put his ink away and looked over. He raised his eyebrows at the look on his friend’s face. 

“What, going to tell me I’m a pain?” 

Jamie ignored the grinning teal. The man could sweat a bit after the events of the bar had turned out. 

“Oh come on, don’t give me the silent treatment. I thought you set us up so we could have fun.”

The blueblood put his pen aside, narrow hands clenching. 

“I set you up to get you to wake up.” He snapped, too incensed to not speak. “Espino is playing with you and he always will! You’re not going to get anything out of it.”

Jikiro raised his eyebrows.

“What, can’t I enjoy flirting with a hot guy even if he’s not interested? He definitely didn’t mind, I can tell you that.” The tanuki troll gave his friend a wink and a wolfish grin.

Jamie grabbed his crutches and rose from the couch, slowly, some stiffness and pain present even despite his accommodations, but he was long used to those. He made his way over to the object of his frustrations and glared down at him with his two-colored eyes.

“And what,” he said in deathly quiet tones. “Makes Espino so special? What in god’s name does he have that I - ”

The cobalt cut himself off. Damn, damn, damn. Stupid, stupid Jamie - playing his whole bloody hand like some emotional six sweep old!

Jikiro blinked.

“I thought you weren’t - ”

“You think a lot of things.” Retorted the kookaburra troll icily, digging his crutches into the floor. “You think and think and don’t look up. God, I hate you.”

The teal blinked again, then a smirk slowly spread across his face as he sat up to face the kookaburra troll.

“Yeah? That so, you poncy little shit?” He fired back, grinning. “How much do you hate me?”

“I’ve hated you for sweeps!” Cried the blueblood, freckled face wild with emotion. “Sweeps, Jikiro! You ignorant, oblivious, dense as uranium lump! You stand there all pining and gooey over some indigo who wouldn’t kiss you if you came gift-wrapped and I - ”

He forced himself to stop, gritting his teeth in frustration as his pointed ears flicked in annoyance.

“You?” Prompted the midblood, amused.

“I’m not saying a damn thing more.” Snapped the cobalt, beginning to turn around. “Rot in your undead shell, for all I care.”

“I dunno, sounded like you had some more to say.” Yawned the businessman, rising from his seat.

“I have nothing to say to you.” muttered the shorter troll. “What would be the wretched poi - whuh!”

Jikiro scooped his friend up, effortlessly holding him in one hand as he used the other to lean the cobalt’s crutches against the couch.

A hand securely positioned under his ass.

Jamie flushed blue, but maintained his glare.

“You think it’s that easy? Put me down! I have better things to do than - ”

The tealblood kissed the blueblood hard - tongue, teeth and all. Not to be outdone, the cobalt returned the favor until he had to take a breath, gasping and bleeding slightly.

Jikiro meanwhile barely seemed out of air, and merely grinned smugly as the bird troll readjusted his now somewhat fogged glasses. 

“Work on your endurance, freckles.” He remarked smugly.

“Fuck you.” Muttered the bird troll, wiping his mouth. “I don’t have your escapades into everyone’s beds behind me.”

“Ah, but I bet you’re not as frail as you look, huh?” He retorted, putting Jamie down gently. The tanuki troll passed him his aids, then looked him up and down with a whistle.

“Not remotely.” Returned the cobalt with a wicked grin, then scowled. “Now quit staring at me like I’m a piece of meat, you harlot.”

“Make me.”

Jamie looked at Jikiro in much the same way the ink maker had just examined him.

“Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time.” 

The tealblood laughed, and the blueblood poked him in the chest, already beginning to reprimand him once more.

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I was on the verge of saying how I couldn’t take Jamie Dutton tonight with his angst and his face and then the child goes and does murder stop no WTH

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I don't think I'm going to liveblog the album, but all you need to know is that Kelvin Harrison Jr.'s solo parts made me cry and I don't care if the rest of the movie isn't good - he deserved to sing way more and also deserves the world I think.