#GILDEDLIFE. captain james fitzjames of the terror (based mainly on the amc series, with limited characterization and plot inspiration from dan simmons' novel). written by merrin. she/they, 25+, est.
RULES. STATISTICS (no explicit spoilers). VERSES.
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NASA
almost home
art blog(derogatory)
we're not kids anymore.
todays bird
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Kiana Khansmith
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Claire Keane

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@gildedlife
#GILDEDLIFE. captain james fitzjames of the terror (based mainly on the amc series, with limited characterization and plot inspiration from dan simmons' novel). written by merrin. she/they, 25+, est.
RULES. STATISTICS (no explicit spoilers). VERSES.

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okay. little guy up. dark!!! and sad themes ahead. treated with some levity, but they are sad and dark. i'll be back later to follow people!
okay. little guy up. dark!!! and sad themes ahead. treated with some levity, but they are sad and dark. i'll be back later to follow people!
iām not sure exactly who this will reach after all of this time away, but itās been a year (!) since my last tiny burst of tumblr energy and i have been consideringāthis timeābuckling down and trying for some sort of proper return. new blogs, some new characters. still james, though, because i canāt release him.
i certainly canāt guarantee anything will happen. youāve seen how i come and go. iāve just been thinking it might do me good to sink as deep as i can into a hobby iāve been avoiding out of. maybe shame. and as a result of probably grief.*
might even do some icons! might even set aside real writing time for myself
it might be worth trying. i think i need something.
*of course phrased like this deliberately although this doesnāt excuse the rest
"not if i've been thorough. toā" he makes a move to point. then changes his mind. guides james' hand by the knuckles, singling out a finger to brush by the curve where his neck glides out into shoulder. "about here."
not to say that james is stunned by this revelation of anticlimax, but he is, granting him his drama, a bit heartbroken to hear it. no evidence. what a loss.
while his finger marks the length, his thumb creeps under the collar of controlās shirt. he gives him a sweep across the collarbone.
āthey must have fawned over you,ā he says. āluscious curls the whole distance?ā

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he hears his own hum in his ears: how it reverberates down his spine, fills up the gaps that the tickling feeling left. he doesn't turn to look. let james paw at him like a cat, feel the love from touch alone.
"i grew it out once in college. horrible mistake. it was rock and roll, back then."
ādid you really,ā he asks with a calculated flatness, as though heād almost gasped his delight into the open and is now fighting to reel it back in: tone adjusted, the inside of his cheek bitten so that he doesnāt grin at him.
āhow long?ā he singles out a new grey and beams at it. āare there pictures?ā
@gildedlife: [ play ] james is the player control is the playee. let him get his hands in that hair
the touch starts at the base of his neck but the feeling takes root in the bottom of his spine, works its way up slowly, climbing his vertabrae like a ladder.
it's a slow reaction, a head-turn that happens about the same time as the goosebumps crawling up his arms.
"i know." it's curling around his ears. "i need a haircut."
the nearer his thumb draws to the occiput, the more the path is impressed: curls upturned and stuck that way, shorter hairs pressed down and holding against his head. he kisses behind the ear on his side, more for a close look than anything else.
āby your estimate,ā he agrees. but. āi think it becomes you.ā
he thinks everything does.
james & control: bakery verse (NOT YOUR TRADITIONAL)
some jamestrol because it is lovely merrin @gildedlife's birthday. happy birthday!! what a joy it is to know and to create with you. i love our words and worlds. and most of all i love you!!
got to spend 10 days with my best friend @bluedprints and now weāre both sick and back in our countries so what is the point i ask.
without a word, but with the steely efficiency of a teacher handing out courseworkāhe slides james the case with his reading glasses, on his way from one room into the next.
james has extracted, unfolded, and put his glasses on before it occurs to him whatās happened. the reading muscles in his face are relaxed when he lifts it to look for the next missing thing: control.
āyou canāt tell me youāve found better company in there.ā wherever āthereā is. his eyes are cast aside, unfocused, as he listens for movement. āi will wither without attention.ā

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heās squinting. playing the trombone, insufferably and obliviously, with the papers from which he is attempting fruitlessly to pluck words without his reading glasses.
i havenāt told very many people about this, but i think iāve covered the most immediate bases, so even if it travels from here i donāt think much should change. just to get it out there, for my own peace of mind:
my dad died unexpectedly. itās been an unusually difficult experience for me in thatāwith the exception of the one person here iāve told directlyāit seems to be assumed iāll have no reaction to it because he walked out on my family 11 years ago. almost like i should be celebrating.
iām not 30 years old yet. this is the permanent loss of one of two people i was supposed to trust to love me unconditionally for life.
iāve just found it sort of⦠cold. when the few individuals iāve opened up to have responded with āplease donāt feel guilty about however you react to thisā as if 1. i am going to be happy, and 2. i donāt need someone to say āare you okay?ā or āwhat happened?ā or āiām sorry for your lossā just, you know. once?
(again, excluding my friend here whoās seen me through it. we were together just hours before i found out and it wouldāve felt like lying if i hadnāt shared it straight away. also, i trust her. also, i wouldnāt make vague posts like this about anyone actively using the site. iām not like that.)
grief is grief, and i am. very sad. yes, granted, there are complexities because of my history with him, but none nearly to the extent of nullifying the heartbreak i feel over losing a parent.
iām not doing so well and no one i need to be checking in on me is checking in, though i have asked for help (which for me is really only: sit down, donāt worry about talking about it, let me show you some television and then iāll let you go about your life again. help me. please.)
in short, and without the residual thinking of my anger stage: i lost my dad. i am hurting a lot. he was young, i am young, and it should have been different.
one day youāre writing middle-aged men haunted by the narrative together, and the next youāre hanging out in london @gildedlife !!!!!!!!
happy halloween! youāll never guess my costume.
he does. love him.
so it might not be jealousy, but there is something sharp about itāin this sea of people, look at me, i am under these lights, too. but now he's won: out of all of them, and the prize is fresh air, the warmth of a hip pressing against hip.
"you still got it."
who could say no to you?
admiration, and relief: it gets lonely, sometimes, the art of knowing what to say when. the mask drop is significant, and heavy wtih how relatable it is. control pats down the front of james' pockets for him, and this is also an excuse, to touch.
"smoke?"
theyāre tucked away in an inside pocket so as not to ruin his silhouette; a slim case instead of a pack and a matchbook instead of a lighter for the same reason. he withdraws both and lights one before flipping it with his thumb and forefinger for control to take, no hands required.
āyou draw the eye more than i do. i might be jealous if i werenāt looking, too.ā only he is allowed this treat: control lit warmly from below by the ember of the cigarette. an openness to his expression for which he had to fight, from which they both bear scars.
āi talk well,ā he smiles, as in ātoo much.ā even this he wonāt keep for long. āthatās what iāve still got.ā

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nothing left to say, then. just glowing green exit signs over a door on the far side of the room. control pushes his glass into james' hand, like this is part of the escape plan.
"let's get some air."
down a staircase to a balcony, with a heavy door that control props open behind themāhe is guiding james by the small of his back the entire way, like he needs some grip on him to ensure he won't drift away under the lights again.
"they love you."
āyou love me,ā he corrects, intending to balance it with a harmlessly negative accusation of bias before the glee of it overtakes him. and the uncertainty. the trust heās asking control to hold in his hands like water.
you do, donāt you? with a push back, a laugh, it would be. his expression would sit unevenly. because i do. i do.
āiād forgottenāā he takes a breath and presses in, close enough to kiss him though heād rather use him, for now, to block his view of everything else. how paradoxically consuming and unimportant it all is. āi was good at this once.ā
@gildedlife: a kiss in secret
in the walk-in, the lights are a sort of muted silver but their breaths become an icy white. somehow that seems, to control, like the element that will give them away, even though the door is closed.
james reaches for the oranges, he reaches for an embroidered shirt pocket to pull close.
the kiss is quick, juvenile. tasting of whatever it is james is sneaking bites of outside.
control can't fight his grin. their mouths close enough together to melt each other's breath before it takes. there are footsteps just outsideāwhitby, or worse.
"sh-sh-sh."
it feels like the first breath heās taken since the last time they met. as though heās been in a suspension of time and space between kisses, and itās only when they touch again that james notices, having suddenly had some of the life poured back into him.
one of his arms is still in the air en route to the oranges, but dragging now, hanging heavy against the fingers heās hooked on the wire shelf.
the overhead light flickers, so he kisses him back.
āiām innocent,ā he says as he rocks backward on his heels, pulls his wrist, and slides out his proof in the form of a box of fruit. he could leave him, just like this, a guilt-ridden traitor on his own turf. āthey wonāt catch me doing anything but my job.ā