weavemama

REBLOG IF U READ THESE IN RAMSAY’S VOICE

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“Trick or treat!” James exclaims with a grin splitting his face, standing in front of the open door, his arms held wide open as if expecting someone to step right into them for an embrace.

Alastair spends a good fifteen seconds or so staring before he slams the door in James’s face.

“You’re breaking my heart, my sweet Percival,” James says to the door, heaving a dramatic sigh. When neither the door nor Alastair replies, James drops the act and steps closer to the door, leaning his forehead against the wood and closing his eyes. “Alastair, please let me in.”

“Go away,” comes Alastair’s voice, muffled through the door.

James presses his palms against the door, and feels the paint under his fingertips, remembers the days when he used to press Alastair up against this very door and kiss him.

“I’m so sorry,” James says. “I came all the way to apologize to you, you know. The least you could do is let me apologize to your face.”

“This isn’t funny,” Alastair growls.

James wishes he still had a key to this door, wishes he could unlock it and force his way inside and go to his knees and beg for hours, if only that would be enough to fix this mess.

“I’m lying,” James says. “I came here because I missed you, I missed you so fucking much. I’m not asking for much, Alastair. Let me in.” In a last ditch effort, he adds: “I have to leave soon. Just let me see your face one more time. Please.”

After a moment, the door swings open and Alastair aims his gun straight towards James’s face. “I could shoot you–”

“You’d only be wasting bullets,” James says, stepping forward, his arms outstretched in yearning, so close yet so far. “But do it, if it’ll make you feel better.”

Alastair hesitates, then lowers the gun and sighs. “Like hell it will.”

James moves aside for Alastair to close the door, then stands still and waits for Alastair to finally let his guard down. Slowly, Alastair brings his hands up and brushes uncertain fingers across James’s chin, up to his lips, lingering on the tip of his nose.

“What happened to you?” Alastair asks, hushed, his misery breaking in his voice as he traces the stitches with trembling fingers.

James smiles with an uneven, sad curve on his lips, his defunct heart fracturing at seeing the love of his life break apart. He tries to gentle his words with a cold embrace. “I died. Like an utter twit, just like you predicted. By being a cocky shit.”

Alastair shudders and pulls him closer, holds on tighter.

“And I’m so sorry I died,” James says. “I missed you. I miss you all the time. I’ll still miss you, after tonight.”

“How long can you stay?” Alastair asks, his fingers clenching in the fabric of James’s suit, the exact suit he was wearing the day he was split in half.

“Just tonight.” He presses a kiss to Alastair’s jaw and nuzzles his neck, touches his lips to the pulse point at Alastair’s jugular and feels how alive Alastair is. He hopes Alastair stays this way for a very long time, hopes that Alastair gets a lifetime of happiness and love that James was too stupid to be able to give him. He hopes that Alastair finds someone new to love him and treat him well, because he deserves to be loved. He hopes Alastair never forgives James for being an idiot and dying so soon.

He wishes he had more than a night to tell Alastair all this, but he doesn’t have time. Not anymore.

“I miss you too, James,” Alastair finally says, and it sounds a lot like I forgive you.

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the-mad-prince-of-denmark

Fun Fact Time:

Oscar Wilde had a lesbian niece

Yea

YEA

Her name was Dolly Wilde. She was the daughter of Oscar Wilde’s older brother, and was born about 3 months after he died. She worked as an ambulance driver during WW1 and spent most of her free time banging rich ladies. And guys. GUYS.

SHE

LOOKS

JUST LIKE

HER UNCLE

They both have That Face.

I’m so, so happy I know this now.

andsomeampersands

I would like everyone to know that she went around telling everyone that she was her uncle reincarnated. OK have a good day.

thefingerfuckingfemalefury

A M A Z I N G

cheskamouse

Oh my God, Oscar Wilde and family had Resting Bitch Face.

thefingerfuckingfemalefury

Resting Wilde Face

talisguy

That “I’m a gay, Irish socialist in the Victorian era” face.

thefingerfuckingfemalefury

“Fuck everything about this world”

the-mad-prince-of-denmark

Side note: it wasn’t just the face. People who knew both Dolly and Oscar Wilde said that they sounded very similar and carried themselves in the same manor.

Both were pretty avid smokers. They both appreciated decadence. They both had very similar lovers.

Also, because history is insane, Dolly Wilde once hit on Zelda Fitzgerald, writer and wife of F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Dolly once said of herself, “I am more like Oscar than Oscar.” And honestly yea, I get why.

ruffboijuliaburnsides

Oscar Wilde wasn’t done gaying up the place and came back as Dolly to gay up the ladies as well.

ladyjpotts

Victorian people: Oscar you must like ladies instead of men

Oscar: *Dies and comes back as Dolly flirting with all the ladies*

Victorian people: Wait no

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lywinis

xxrawrqueenxx

40 y/o white guy: Hey kid, ever hear about Rage Against the Machine? They really told it like it is! Fuck you I won’t do what you tell me!

me: Zack de la Rocha is Mexican Tom Morello is black Brad Wilk is jewish

40 y/o white guy: blue lives matter

xxrawrqueenxx

RATM: Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

40 y/o white guy that claims he likes RATM: blue lives matter

lenins-and-things

Was it Paul Ryan that claimed to be a RATM fan? Like, nationally? In public? On TV? And then RATM came out and shut him down?

xxrawrqueenxx

:)

everygothgirlisgay

🙏✊🔥🙏

deanscourse

Also I totally remembered this exchange:

bass-borot

The band is called Rage Against THE MACHINE
Do these fuckers think that they just don’t like that one shirtless guy’s standup bit???? What do they think THE LITERAL MACHINE IN THE FUCKING NAME is?

thetomska

As A Straight White Male™ I was genuinely surprised when I went back and listened to all the RATM songs I’d grown up with only to discover they were about racism, oppression, and social justice and not about me telling my parents I didn’t want to clean my room or do homework

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tenkandeleven

n0rma1-people-sxare-me

A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was “he’s got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so he’d be more comfortable” and it made me realise the world isn’t all that bad

fitzefitcher

#this is team skull

its-just-a-phage

The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying “You can pet me, but don’t pick me up!”
One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him “did you see the sign?”
He said “yeah! it says that you can pick them up but don’t pet them!”
Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said “I didn’t read it right did I?”
And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said “its ok, i know you’ve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shits”
And I still haven’t gotten over that interaction.

flowernstt

I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. He’s a little thing tbh we call him short and long.
So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like “hey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but your’s is so small I think it’s a good place to start.”
Ofc I was like “yes he’s very friendly!” So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks “can I pick him up?” And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number two’s lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes “hey man, it’s okay just relax I’d never let anything hurt you. He’s a good boy.” I’ll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5'3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like ‘ah yes the two least intimidating living things I’ve seen in Boston all day he’ll feel relaxed around them’ and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happy

anotherdayforchaosfay

My husband had this Dungeons and Dragons group ages ago, and one of the guys was TERRIFIED of cats. The moment he sees one he freezes up and can barely breathe. Said guy is almost seven feet tall and solid wall of muscle. Whenever he came over I’d put the cats in the bedroom and chill out with a book because my cats don’t like being shut away without one of us.

One of my cats was pawing at the door and meowing loudly, an indication she REALLY needs to use the litter box. I let her out and decide, hey, I’m hungry, and decide to the kitchen. I forgot to shut the bedroom door.

Next thing I hear is the group going completely silent. My husband very calmly asks me to come over and help him gather our two cats up. I go over to where the group is and my black cat, Cacoa, is rubbing up against the guy’s leg, purring, and doing her “let me on your lap” meow. The other cat, Jasper, is sitting at the window, chilling out. I go over and pick up Cacoa and tell the big dude she’s harmless, loves laps, and would be thrilled if he pet her. Very slowly he touches my cat’s face, and she leans right into his hand. He then pets her back and sighs because she’s really soft and purring like mad. After a few minutes he asks how to pick her up and if it’s okay if she sits on his lap.

He spent the next six hours spoiling my cat. The next week he showed up with cat treats and toys because he fell in love with the cats. He told me he was doing some research on house cats, and even talked to a vet about them. A couple months later he adopted two cats and was as thrilled and excited as a new parent.

ruffboijuliaburnsides

Oh no a new one!!!

jack-the-lion

Blessed post.

anaalihelmisimpukka

I used to work at this stable for icelandic horses and every now and then this man would turn up by the field to just watch the horses. One time I walked by him as I was going to get the horses inside, and he went ”I always wanted to learn how to ride but I’m afraid of horses because they’re so huge. If I could ride ponies like this, maybe I’d dare but now I’m too big and heavy for them.” You should have seen his face when I told them that actually they’re not ponies, just small horses and they could totally carry him. His face just lit up. Next thing I’m helping him to get on back. Today he knows how to ride.

stealthclaw1

A few years ago my sister and I were in Daytona Beach, and we saw this huge, burly biker. Looked like the stereotypical biker: big black beard, the goggles, leather, and a bandana. He also had a baby carrier, and in that baby carrier was a tiny little orange Pomeranian. We complimented his dog and he said, in one of the deepest voices I’ve ever heard, “thanks, his name’s Little Bear!” And he told us about how he’d take Little Bear out on his motorcycle everyday and how much the dog loved it.

depressedanxietydeath

Such a lovely post.

Source: n0rma1-people-sxare-me

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kettvrdams

this recurring trend of writing fae societies and making them all lilywhite cishets is soooo stupid bc these are beings who are wayy smarter than humans and also fucking immortal. there is absolutely no reason why they should follow/enforce arbitrary human concepts n norms (i.e.: gender, sexuality, fucking time) because they would’ve learned that none of this matters nor is it beneficial to their society!!! also genetic variation exists!!! unless you can give me a legitimate reason as to why having darker skin would actually be detrimental to fae, you should be writing brown fae!!!!

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