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shark vs the universe

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Stranger Things
cherry valley forever

Love Begins

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@distantsuns-a
since it appears that tumblr has killed the link in bio thing, here’s a link to my rules and navi and here’s a link to my muses’ bios, while i figure out this update
remade (again!)
okay so after some thought. giving up on the idea of having a multimuse (lol) and i’m going back to having a blog just for james. soooo find me over at @distantsuns because that’s just how it be. cheers xoxo
remade (again!)
okay so after some thought. giving up on the idea of having a multimuse (lol) and i’m going back to having a blog just for james. soooo find me over at @distantsuns because that’s just how it be. cheers xoxo
remade (again!)
okay so after some thought. giving up on the idea of having a multimuse (lol) and i’m going back to having a blog just for james. soooo find me over at @distantsuns because that’s just how it be. cheers xoxo
mcdicatedangel:
“Fuck, no, I-” The feeling of shame seems to break through her racing thoughts, just a little bit. Why? She isn’t sure. He was a stranger, they’d never met before and they probably wouldn’t meet again. She sits up, runs a hand through disheveled hair, green eyes watching him for a moment and squinting in the darkness of the room. “I’m sorry, I’m not usually like this.” Anna’s voice carries a bit of a calmer tone, not enough to make her sound steady but slightly less panicked than before. “You definitely… don’t have to stick around here.”
❝ I’d hate to leave you alone like this. ❞ He’s not particularly known for being a caring type, but James knows he wouldn’t want to be left alone in a state like this. ❝ Look, you don’t have to be ashamed of it, or whatever--- I’ve been there, so you don’t have to explain things to me. ❞ A pause, as he takes a drag of his cigarette. ❝ It always helps me to talk to people when I’m feelin’ like that. Just tell me what you’re feelin’ and I’ll listen. ❞
astarborn·:
EXPRESSION ON HER FACE BEGINS TO SOFTEN AT HIS REACTION. ally’s come to see the pure panic on various faces over the years at the mention of getting treatment. no matter how many times she’s been in that position before and had to be the one to put her foot down for the sake of her own relationships, having someone react that negatively to such a threat wasn’t a reaction that she was able to get used to. arms cross against her chest at his defiance about getting the help james so desperately needs. she doesn’t bother to respond to his comment, however, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of acknowledgement. if anything, his words could be used to only further prove her point.
“——you do realize that it’s nonchalant statements like that one that makes me want to call the police, right? has that thought crossed your mind before?” ally will be damned if she allows another person that’s close to her to disappear like their life never mattered. that wasn’t going to be happening on her watch no matter how desperate his pleas were to not be sent back to a place like that. she barely even blinks at his ranting and raving as she stands there, arms lowering down to her sides to offer a more open approach to the situation. he’s scared; ally can understand that. “you know what i want from you, james? i want you you to stop makin’ excuses about horrible those places are and the fact they push the pills on you because maybe, just maybe, you NEED them to live a happy life. not all of those treatment centers are horrible. we can find you a decent place.”
❝ I don’t NEED those pills, ‘cause they make me a FAT bastard and I’m fat enough as it fuckin’ is! ❞ He snaps back, although anyone who’s close to him will notice the way his clothes seem to be getting bigger and bigger on him every week and how he’s always “not hungry.” James tries to take a deep breath to gather himself, but it’s no use. ❝ Ally, if I go back there, if I go back--- they’re NEVER going to let me out, they’re going to keep me locked up FOREVER. I can’t--- they can’t HELP me, I’m beyond help. ❞ He’s vaguely aware of the fact that there are tears streaming down his cheeks as he says that, but he makes no effort to wipe them away. ❝ You’ve got no fuckin’ clue how I’ve lived all of these years with these voices in my head, all the time, they never shut up, they never let me be, and I DON’T KNOW what’s real and what’s not anymore. ❞ James presses himself against the wall and he feels his legs buckling underneath him because he’s not strong enough to face this conversation. ❝ I can’t--- you don’t understand, I can’t go back there, I can’t, because they’ll fuckin’ torture me, just like the last time. No one wants to HELP me, they just want to drug me with stuff that makes me sleepy so they don’t have to deal with me. I know what their game is. I can’t--- please, don’t do that to me. I’m begging you. ❞
distantsuns·:
thinking about the time james gave one of this MTV awards trophies (the moonman) to his coke dealer because he didn’t have cash on him but wanted the coke
james, cradling his trophy like a baby, not knowing that two weeks later he was going to sell it in exchange for coke,
thinking about the time james gave one of this MTV awards trophies (the moonman) to his coke dealer because he didn’t have cash on him but wanted the coke
erstwhles:
“ I don’t know, some of them were good. Like―definitely at least a couple. ” She finds herself grinning alongside him. “ It didn’t matter, though. You liked them, and I liked listening to you sing. ” It was when he seemed his most genuine. “ I figured there was probably more to it. ” You can’t have that many similar, circulating rumors and have none of them rooted in the truth.
“ Yeah, I was kind of able to figure that out too, and for what it’s worth, I’m glad that you got out, and… I don’t know everything that happened, but from what you did tell me, you deserved to do whatever was going to make you happy. You… deserve to be happy, and I’m excited to see you tonight. ”
You deserve to be happy. A small twinge of sadness pinches at him when she says that, because God only knows James doesn’t believe that. ❝ Cheers. I’ll see you after the show, then. ❞ He forces a smile; for a split-second, the facade of the cocky rockstar is let down and he’s just that same insecure kid she knew at university. The show itself is good, if uneventful--- just another one on a long list of shows on this tour, but for the first time in a while, James is excited to come off the stage and mingle with the people backstage. He finds Liv quickly, making sure to grab a bottle of beer he can offer to her. ❝ Hey. ❞ He grins, almost triumphant. ❝ How’d you like the show? ❞
What a mood
@moonsseas
Okay, let’s face it. James is no stranger to being caught in the act, given his strange desire to do it in the most absurd places, but this one just has to take the cake. Paul had given him the keys to Yingyue’s apartment and implored his younger brother to keep it a secret and not do anything too stupid while he was away. Of course, James being himself, this was not going to happen, and that’s how he’d ended up with some girl he’d met at the bar in Yingyue’s apartment. The door creaked open and he was half-expecting Paul, but no, it was Yingyue. ❝ Ah, shite. Sorry. ❞ Out of the three of them in the apartment, James seems to be the most casual about the whole situation.
i am once again asking... if anyone wants a starter
i get busy with life/lose interest in tumblr > i disappear for a while > i miss writing james > i come back > i write for a while > i feel discouraged on tumblr again or busy with life > i disappear
character interview questions!
What is your name? “James Alasdair Innes. Hate my middle name, though.”
Do you know why you were named that? "Yeah, me mum was a big fan of Paul McCartney, and y’know how his name is actually James Paul McCartney? Well, now you do. And of course, my older brother is Paul. She thought it was the funniest shite ever that she got away with naming us that. If she’d had another boy, God only fuckin’ knows what she would’ve named him.”
Single or taken? “I’m married, mate. To the most beautiful man in the world, Lorcan. Jealous? Yeah, you should be.”
Stop being a Mary Sue! “What, you callin’ me a fuckin’ sissy?”
What’s your eye color? “I don’t know, actually. Sometimes people say blue, sometimes people say green. Depends on my mood, I guess.”
How about hair color? “It’s bleached to fuckin’ oblivion right now, as you can see. I think naturally it’s a sort of light brown color? It’s been so long, so who the fuck knows.”
Have you any family members? “Yeah, Paul, my older brother. He’s in the band too, y’know? Well, most people forget. You can go fuckin’ bug him instead of me for a change.”
Oh, how about pets? “We’ve got two cats at home. I like dogs, but cats are so much easier to deal with, y’know? Lorcan and I went to the RSPCA and we couldn’t decide on which cat to adopt so I got this kitten with one blue eye and one yellow eye, and I called him Bowie. Lorcan insisted on getting this old, grumpy cat who’d been there for a while and no one else would adopt him. We called him Jagger. I love them both to death.”
Now tell me something you don’t like. “Interviews. Journos like you. What? Just bein’ honest, mate.”
Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do? “I fuckin’ love drawing. I have this sketchbook I carry around with me all the time. I wish I had more time to actually color my sketches, and I miss painting, too. I actually talked the record company into lettin’ me do the design for the next album cover and sleeve, so that’ll be a riot, I’m sure.”
Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before? ”Yeah, I suppose I have. I’m only human.”
Ever … killed anyone before? “No, but fuck knows I’ve fantasized about it lots of times.”
Name your worst weaknesses? “Christ, I don’t know. I’m not a very good judge of myself or my behavior. Ask any of the fuckin’ band guys, they’ll have a list longer than fuckin’ Tolstoy or whatever his name is. I guess--- well, I’ll say that I’m infamous for being a workaholic and Paul says I’m a terror in the studio. I will say I have fired a few producers in my time.”
Do you look up to anyone at all? “Yeah, ‘course. Paul McCartney, like I mentioned earlier. And David Bowie, of course--- a huge inspiration for me when I was a teenager. Andy Partridge is another one, I just love the way he writes his songs. Edwyn Collins, a good mate and a brilliant songwriter as well. There’s a whole host of wonderful people I’m forgetting right at the moment.”
Are you straight, gay or bisexual? “Why limit myself to either blokes or birds? Life’s too short.”
Do you go to school? “Nah. I used to go to the University of Glasgow, but I dropped out. Not too broken up about that.’
Ever want to marry and have kids one day? “Yeah, I’m married, and I’d like to adopt a child with Lorcan, someday. But at the moment, touring and being away from home for much of the year, it just wouldn’t work. I’ve always wanted to be a dad, though.”
Do you have fangirls/fanboys? “Do I ever.”
What are you most afraid of? “Saying the wrong city’s name when I’m on stage, to be completely honest. It’s hard to remember where the hell you are some days when you’re on tour.”
What do you usually wear? “I like to wear a lot of black, not intentionally, but I think it just suits me and it goes anything. I have been known to forget to do my laundry and just steal a shirt from the merch stand.”
What’s one food that tempts you? “Fuckin’ deep fried Mars bars. This makes me sound like the most stereotypical Weegie, but those are fuckin’ addictive.”
Am I annoying you? “Do you want the honest answer, or...?”
Well, it’s not over! “Christ. Well, let’s get on with it.”
What class are you (low class, middle class, high class)? “Low class, baby, low class. At least I’m not no class, like the Daily Mail.”
How many friends do you have? “It’s hard to tell who are your friends in this business, if I’m being honest.”
What are your thoughts on pie? “I love anything sweet. I’ve had three cavities because I’ll devour anything in sight that’s sweet. It’s so bad.”
Favorite drink? “I’m one of those fuckers who drinks scotch for the taste. Yeah, yeah, I didn’t believe that when I was younger, but I guess I’m gettin’ old now. But I’ll drink anything you put in front of me, honestly. Who the fuck am I to be picky?”
What’s your favorite place? “There’s a place in the Highlands, and I’m not going to say where it is ‘cause I don’t wanna blow my cover, but my mum used to take Paul and me there when we were little. And when I went back, it was just like I remembered, and when I go there, it makes me feel close to her. It sounds so fuckin’ corny, I know, but it’s a very special feeling.”
Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean? “The ocean. I don’t trust lakes. Don’t ask why.”
What’s your type? “I don’t think I really have one, honestly. I know someone’s attractive when I see them, and that’s that.”
Any fetishes? “Don’t ask questions you aren’t prepared to handle the answers to.’
Camping or indoors? “I don’t care for camping and I think people who willingly go out there for days or weeks are fuckin’ mad, but again, who am I to judge?”
Who asked me to interview you? “Probably my pain in the arse of a tour manager, @patiencetaught.”
“yeah but tell me more about you”
mcdicatedangel:
“No, something’s wrong.”
Was it her high, her ever-present but slowly worsening paranoia, where she was that had her this way? Hands shaking, throat tight and her heart pounding out of her chest- perhaps it was the three factors combined. She’d lost track of some places she’d been, she felt as though she experienced them in third-person, whether because of dissociation or substances clouding her mind she couldn’t quite recall. “I don’t… I don’t think I should be here.”
❝ Why? What’s wrong? ❞ Look, when you were sleeping with random strangers every night, statistically, the odds were that you’d run into a crazy person or two at times. James was well aware of the odds--- in fact, he probably was the crazy person, so that’s why he recognizes the panic in her voice. (Jesus Christ, he didn’t even catch her name.) ❝ You’re alright, mate. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. ❞ He’s lighting his cigarette and climbing out of the bed. James almost feels a little annoyed that he wasted his time; he could be getting off with someone else right now, but he knows that feeling of dissociation and knows it’d be cruel to just leave someone like that.
chromatiica:
MOUTH OPENS TO ANSWER BUT NO WORDS COME OUT. while it might appear that james got the best of indigo with his brilliant question, indigo refuses to go down that easily, at least not without putting up a fight. it takes her a moment to think, but as soon as she begins to speak again, it’s clear from the tone of her voice that she regained her confidence. “why would you say something like that? i am candy and you’re girlfriend, you don’t have to word it like that.” she crossed her arms against her chest before speaking. “you seem awfully convinced that i’m not your girlfriend—— what’s going to stop you from saying i’m wrong even if i’m right?”
Given her hesitation to answer his question, James starts to suspect that he’s right, but he has to hand it to her for not giving in so quickly. ❝ Alright, fine, then kiss me. ❞ James challenges, with a shit-eating grin on his face. ❝ Sorry I doubted you, of course you’re Candy. ❞