james the less

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One day i will manage to draw Madison in a consistent style…that day is not today

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hp quotes // “James’ free hand immediately jumped to his hair.
It was one of the girls from the lake edge. She had thick, dark red hair that fell to her shoulders, and startlingly green almond-shaped eyes - Harry’s eyes.
Harry’s mother.
‘All right, Evans?’ said James, and the tone of his voice was suddenly pleasant, deeper, more mature.” 

He’s talking about the tango scene, hehe.

N7 Day is approaching!! Which means there will be a slight increase of silly Mass Effect doodles in my art blog woooo~~~

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Then and now: Still just as cute.

whew

I feel like there’s more throwbacks out there for this post, but I couldn’t think of any, so feel free to chime in if you think you know who’s missing.

***EDIT***: I just remembered another! Kerry Washington, DUH. She was in the first season of Boston Legal, as Chelina, the co-worker that took Alan to Texas for a last-minute execution appeal… AKA ‘the episode in which I BAWLED like a baby and stared at my screen with total disbelief, utterly devastated, as the credits rolled’. On a happier note, it’s also ‘the one in which Alan looks hot in a cowboy hat and kisses Chelina and rides a freaking mechanical bull’.And I was thankful beyond words for being so late to the Boston Legal party, 'cause I didn’t have to sit on that ending during the long, between-season months. I just hastily jumped to s02. ANYWAY, I digress. After Boston Legal ended, James and Kerry did Race, a Mamet play.

I’ll concede that Kerry isn’t exactly a distant throwback, but I’m lumping her in there anyway.

And right now I’m annoyed 'cause I can’t seem to figure out how to edit a post in order to add a photo. If anyone can assist, I’d be tremendously thankful.

Smile- Aaron Burr X Reader

request from anon: Psssst. Guess who’s birthday it is? That right. A-A-Ron Burr’s birthday. So could I request some Burr x reader birthday fluff plz and thank you! I love your writing btw! Byeee

“It’s cold.” He frowned as I practically dragged him through the streets of New York City.

“Yes I am aware, Burr.” I told him, placing emphasis on his last name. Despite the freezing tempature that put a scowl on practically everyone’s faces, he smiled. “Haha whoa did the notorious Aaron Burr just smile at me?”

“We’ve been dating for close to a year, you know better than anyone how much you make me smile.”

“Yeah but I don’t think I’ve ever made anyone smile like that when it is negative two degrees and we are walking around, on your birthday.

“Ah so you do remember that it’s my birthday today.” He smiled again, looking amused. I pretended to look shocked.

“First of all I’ve reminded you every city block we’ve walked and second I made you smile again?”

“You’re on a roll, dear. Where have you been taking us anyway?”

“I figured you want to spend the day with your parents.” I told him quietly and he stopped walking. I stopped as well and I looked at him, tears in his eyes.

“You…” He started and he hugged me tightly. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I did because I love you and I know that you want to see them, especially today.”

“I… I love you too.” He cried and he buried his head in my coat.

“Take my scarf, I don’t want you to be colder since you are crying and your tears are probably going to freeze. I told him and he laughed. I took my scarf off, the cold wind hitting my neck and I grimaced but I wrapped it around Aaron anyway.

"It’s only a couple more blocks.” I told him and he nodded, grabbing my hand.

“What’s in that bag you’ve been carrying around all day?”

“Flowers. I don’t know what type, I just asked the florist for some that can survive cold weather.”

“You didn’t have to do this.” He repeated and he squeezed my hand.

“You would do the same for me.”

We entered the graveyard, the conversation dying down and I gave him the flowers from the bag. He and I walked to the grave and he set the flowers down.

“I’ll leave you guys for a bit.”

“Stay.” He said although it was phrased more as a question. I nodded and he laid the flowers down and just stood there in silence, the snow slowly covering the flowers. I turned to him to see that he had started crying again. “I’m sorry I know you probably want to go.” He said and I shook my head.

“It isn’t about me, Aaron. I’ll stay here as long as you want. You don’t need to aplogize.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He said, taking my hand and leading me out of the graveyard.

“Jokes on you, you can’t tell if I’m blushing or not because of how cold it is.”

“I think you’re the only person who can make a joke in this graveyard and make me smile still.”

“I’ll add that to the list on things I can do to make you smile that nobody else can.”

“Like make cold jokes about my last name.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen Hamilton try and you actually had to stop yourself from punching him.”

“Ha! Now that was an awful joke though, your jokes are way better than Hamilton’s.”

“You might be slightly biased but thank you.” I smiled and I kissed his cheek.

“My parents would’ve loved you.” He told me sincerely.

“From what you’ve told me, I would’ve loved them as well.”

I opened our apartment door and the warm air rushed to meet us and I sighed in relief.

“I’m going to get into warm clothes.” I announced and I quickly took off the clothes that thanks to the snow, were now extremely wet and I put on some pajama pants and I took one of Aaron’s tee shirts and slipped it on.

Aaron had taken the liberty to make hot chocolate for both of us while I was changing and when I was out, he handed me a mug and went into our bedroom to change. I took a sip, burning my mouth instantly but it was so worth it.

I started a disney movie and I set my mug on the coffee table and Aaron did the same, cuddling up to me on the couch.

“This is one of my best birthdays ever, you know that right?”

“I’m glad that you liked it.”

“I hope we don’t get sick though.”

“Same here. I almost forgot about your present so if you could kindly untrap me so I could get it…” I said and he laughed.

“The price of getting up is one kiss.” He told me and I rolled my eyes before kissing his cheek and I got up. I went into the kitchen and I opened a cabniet that didn’t have anything in it besides a box. I grabbed the box without much trouble and I closed the cabniet before taking the box back over to Aaron. I watched as he opened it and he pulled out a sweater with the words ‘Talk Less. Smile More.’ Written on the front. He smiled widely and he hugged me.

“It’s perfect, thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem.”

Okay. The scenes with Len and Jasper, pre-breakup was so cute! I was literally squealing as I watched it. Jasper, Eleanor and Sarah Alice are literally family goals. Ugh I hate Jasper’s father. I love that Jasper was willing to give up his only chance of happiness to make sure that Len wasn’t made to be in a different light. I almost started crying when Jasper was talking to his father and said “you don’t know what you just cost me.” I firmly believe that Sarah Alice or James is going to give Lenny that story book and tell her that Jasper only broke up with her to protect her. You could see when Jasper was hugging Sarah Alice, he was trying so damn hard not to break down and not worry Sarah Alice. I really hope that Len and Jasper figure things out and get back together. I also hope that Jasper tells Len why he did what he did. Here’s hoping next week is a bit better.

Survivors

Lily, take harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off!’

  • Lily Potter took one last look at those hazel eyes and crooked glasses. And then she ran.
  • Holding her child in her arms she ran.
  • And she heard a thump behind her, like a bag of rocks being dropped onto the floor.
  • But she knew it wasn’t rocks.
  • Still she ran, clutching her child in her arms. 
  • ‘Harry you are so loved.’ ‘Harry dada loves you, mumma loves you.’ ‘Harry be safe. Be strong.’
  • She knew she wasn’t meant to survive, she could live with that. But she would be damned if they would get her baby. His baby.
  • And she got to the stairs. She should go up, go high to get away.
  • ‘No Lils.’
  • It was like a voice in her head. His voice. And she stopped.
  • ‘Keep going. Get out. Go far. Apparate.’
  • Lily Potter never listened to her husbands advice.
  • Except once.
  • So she kept running.
  • ‘Avada kedavr-’
  • ‘No!’
  • She wrapped herself tighter around Harry. No. he couldn’t have him. Not Harry.
  • She felt like she had been punched. She stumbled. But that was it. 
  • Then she heard a bang. Like an explosion behind her.
  • Lily didn’t remember much after that. In fact for a few minutes she didn’t remember anything. She just saw that smile and she kept going. For him. And for Harry.
  • She turned on the spot. Before she apparated she caught one last glimpse of the life she had lead. Of where they had lived together. Of him. 
  • But there was fire. and dust. And everything was wrong.
  • And then it was gone.
  • And she screamed.
  • because she had loved him more than anything. More than she loved herself. More than she thought a person was capable of loving. She would have done anything for him. Sacrificed anything. 
  • But in the end it was him who had paid the ultimate sacrifice.
  • Days went past.
  • People celebrated and cheered. Finally it was over. The curse had rebounded from the loving mother. People were safe.
  • But Lily Potter had lost her husband.
  • And Remus had lost his best friend.
  • And Sirius had lost his brother.
  • And for those few days they didn’t know what to do.
  • Sirius had tried to go after Peter, but Lily had stopped him. She had shouted and cried. He didn’t deserve it, she said. Let the aurors find him. Sirius needed to be here with Harry.
  • Harry
  • He was what kept them going. Always. His smile. His cry. His tufts of hair that stuck up all the wrong way.
  • It was all him.
  • This is what he died for, Lily would think. This is who it was all for.
  • And she knew it was worth it.
  • Because Harry was everything. He was their child. 
  • He was living proof that James Potter had lived, loved and been loved. 
  • He was all James had and had needed. He was all Lily needed to.
  • Because with Harry she saw James, and the life they had shared and the passion she had loved him with.
  • She saw her husband.
  • And she never forgot how important his sacrifice was.
  • ‘I’ll do it James.’ she whispered. ‘I’ll make it all worth it. I’ll make you proud, just like you did to me every day.’
The ‘one’ is of course one’s self, one’s conscience, one’s idea, the singleness of one’s aim. I think of that pure spirit as a man thinks of a woman he has in some detested hour of his youth loved and forsaken. She haunts him with reproachful eyes, she lives for ever before him.
—  Henry James, from “The Less of the Master,” Modern Short Stories: The Uses of Imagination, 4th ed. by Arthur Mizener (W. W. Norton & Co.,