hi there thomas

Gravestones

Dedicated to my angst king, @bunny-yams. You aren’t just dude. You’re my dude.


Soft sunlight flowed through the air, a stillness falling over the graveyard as the steady grey rows of tombstones were interrupted every few steps by a bouquet of flowers. The color popped out from behind a grave, resting on another one, being all that was left of the memory that someone loved a person now gone. Sighing softly, Thomas reached his destination and sat down in front of the grave he had come to see. The soft dirt snuck under the corners of his fingernails and blades of grass bent gently as he rested, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath before opening them once more.

A small bouquet of wilted flowers caught his eye. They were daisies- well, they had been daisies. Bright white shining in the sunlight reduced to nothing more than a dull yellowed brown, like tea-soaked parchment. Thomas brushed the dying flowers aside and placed a pink rose on the grass where the daisies had been laying. Alexander had never been particularly fond of daisies, anyways.

He could almost hear Alexander now, berating him for thinking that daisies, of all things, would be an acceptable thing to place on his grave. And Thomas would laugh softly before reminding Alexander that the dead have no choice whether or not daisies get placed on their graves. Then maybe he would hear Alexander mumble a soft thanks for the rose. If Thomas closed his eyes, he could almost imagine the soft breeze passing by was Alexander pressing a kiss to his forehead. Almost.

“I miss you,” Thomas stated, not opening his eyes as he spoke to the gravestone in front of him. “I know that you don’t expect me to, and I know that I don’t want to, but I miss you.” Thomas could feel the world turning back time around him, and played with the idea of days and weeks and months passing by in a flash, leaves floating back up to trees and returning to a vibrant green instead of a bold scarlet.

He could feel the grass beneath him like the way it had when he’d rushed over to Alexander after the shorter man had fallen from a tree. ‘I don’t need you to help me up,’ Alexander had said, cheeks blushing a soft pink, and Thomas had chuckled and extended his arm anyways, which Alexander gladly took. Steadying himself, he’d flashed Thomas a shy smile and held his hand tighter. Thomas reached his hand down and tightly gripped the grass beneath him, desperate to remember the feeling of Alexander’s hand in his.

Thomas took in another deep breath, the cool air sharp on his tongue like the taste of that awful mint bubblegum Alexander had liked to chew while he worked. Thomas couldn’t even attempt to count how many times Alexander had blown a bubble only for it to pop in his face and get in his hair. He could barely even keep track of the creative swears Alexander would use. After all, you never truly attempt to memorize something if you don’t know you’ll never fully experience it again.

He could still hear Alexander yelling, if he let his mind wander far enough. Yelling at him in meetings and arguments about small issues- big ones, too. Things only one of them did that both of them regretted for entirely different reasons. Alexander would always punctuate his words during arguments by throwing his arms up into the air, showing off the many scars he’d received over the years. He knew every scar on Alexander’s skin, each story behind them more hazy in his mind than the last.

Sitting at Alexander’s grave in the mid-September sunlight, Thomas came to a conclusion. Life was like studying for a test. You read and review the major parts, let them chase through your mind like Alexander chased through the halls of the office when he had a startling idea. But the small details? The specific flavor of mint gum, or the exact words spoken in your last conversation to a loved one? Those were the things you overlooked. Those were the things you wished more than anything you could remember. Wish that you could somehow go back in time and tell your past self that this, this is important, this is the thing you need. Because soon enough you’ll wish you were able to remember it. And you won’t.

Thomas opened his eyes and smiled sadly at the inscription of the gravestone before standing and turning, walking away. Life was a test. And death was simply realizing you didn’t remember quite enough of the memories you’d taken for granted.

anonymous asked:

What would some Mafia Headcannons be for the SMFDR?

okay i’d either see them as another rival gang or the cops that try to bust washington’s ring. i went with an opposing gang! maybe i’ll do cop headcanons later

as an opposing rival gang

  • it’s a family business for thomas
  • his family’s been doing this for years and he’s finally the “boss”
    • he’s appalled when he hears there’s a rival gang–one that’s started out of no where–that’s becoming a threat to him
  • he’s really shady but he’ll get you what you want
    • type to be like “okay…but what can you do for me?”
  • if you ask him what he does for a living, he just sort of laughs
    • and you leave the conversation like, “wait…what does he do again?”
  • like washington’s mafia, he mainly deals with smuggling in alcohol
  • he’ll kill people though if you pay him enough
  • he’s one of the few mafia leaders that will do it himself
    • there’s something so alluring about it that leads him coming back for more
  • he’s sort of crushing on james
  • and then aaron comes along and complicates things
  • he doesn’t know what he’s doing he’s just trying to run his business
  • he’s the closest to john
    • southern rich boys gotta stick together
    • plus their parents are close friends
    • has no idea of what john’s real intentions are

james!

  • he doesn’t remember thomas ever asking him like “hey…so my family’s involved in a mafia…do you wanna help me maybe?”
    • not that you’re supposed to ask like that but you get the point
  • james kind of gets dragged into it–like most things
  • it helps that james is a pretty quiet guy
    • he’s not bothered by most things
    • thomas can come back after making a kill and he’ll talk all about it
    • james will just be like “cool”
  • his family knows vaguely of what he does
    • they live out of state so thankfully he doesn’t get questioned about it too much
  • he doesn’t kill like thomas does. he prefers to stay out of it
    • he’ll look over shipments and negotiate but he won’t get his hands dirty
  • it helps that he looks really scary
    • he’s not at all
    • he’s actually quite nice
  • suspicious of john
    • he tells thomas all the time but thomas is like “you’re just bein’ paranoid, jemmy”
    • so james kind of gives up and just glares at john when he does approach them
    • john just smiles real big and james wants to punch him bc he can’t figure out if he’s just that nice or if he’s trying to hide something

aaron!

  • he works in the press
  • at first he’s trying to crack down and bust the underground mafias but james and thomas are quite persuasive once they realize he’s a reporter
    • he’s close to busting them when they convince him not to tell on them
    • also people are finally paying attention to him and giving him the respect he deserves
    • so aaron initially turns a blind eye
  • him and james are closer than him and thomas
  • compared to the two of them, he’s a bit of a scaredy cat
    • if they go out for drinks, james and thomas talk about their kills and aaron just wants to hide
    • it’s cute to them especially when aaron weakly asks to change the subject
    • it’s just weird for him because he knows those people and for him to hear thomas and james talk to them like they’re not even human is unsettling
  • it’s kind of funny because even though he was meant to report on mafias, he knows he probably couldn’t handle what he found
  • sometimes he’ll go on little missions for thomas and james
    • he just sort of collects all this information and it’s kind of killing him inside
    • he manages,,,
  • he’s close to angelica
    • they both know what it’s like to be disregarded by others (for different reasons of course)
    • they have a silent sort of pact that goes both ways–if aaron ever needs anything, he can go to angelica; if angelica needs something, she can go to him
    • he’s tempted to ask her for help. he’s in too deep with james and thomas
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“Love actually” + 13 years later

@thatsthat24 So I’ve been meaning to make this drawing for a while and I’ve also been meaning to test out a new art program for a while and I’m happy with both of them!

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..waking from a long and terrible nightmare.

anonymous asked:

Laf gets the letters and tries to send a letter to ham warning him, jeff find the letter first and burns it

You all need to calm.

Just a few of you get Laf’s reaction-

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Q: What do you think was going through Flint’s mind when Madi & Silver reunited in 4x3? Your face expresses so much. 

Toby Stephens: A bittersweet happiness for Silver, mixed [with] a sense of his own isolation.