A N C H O R.

james duval │ 21 and i hear your ship is comin’ in your tears a SEA for me to swim and i hear a storm is comin’ in my dear is it all we’ve ever been ? caught the air in your woven mouth leave it all i’ll be HEAVING how you went in search of someone else taught the hand that taut the BRIDE both our eyes lock to the tide we went in circles somewhere else.

[jamcsduval-blog]

misscharlottegrace:

After entering the Meeting Street Cafe, Charlie removed her sunglasses and rested them on top of her head. She took a moment to look around, the smile never leaving her lips as she observed her surroundings. It was a cute place, one that she decided she would spend a fair amount of time at. Now if she could only find a place with a grand piano, she would be the happiest person in town.

She was sat at a table and given a menu, leaving her to make a decision. Charlie gazed out of the window thoughtfully, blinking at the sunny light streaming in. It was a fairly sunny day, the humidity doing no favors to her hair, but she didn’t mind a bit of heat. Sipping at her lemonade, she let her eyes wander around the cafe.

Originally posted by teendotcom

           after a long day of taking photos to build up his portfolio ( as his father suggested he do ), james had decided to take a rest stop at the coffee shop on his way back to his apartment. sipping on his chai tea, he looked through the pictures already uploaded on his laptop, touching up the ones he had and looking at which he might possibly consider to place in his portfolio.   then he looked up to see a stunning array of warm chocolate strands on a feminine figure.  james studied her for a moment, sipping from his cup only to stand from his spot. he made his way over to her, tapping on her shoulder with a wide, glowing smile.     “ excuse me, “   his light flowing accent gracing the air around them.    “ your hair is truly beautiful, i had to say. “   both his hands gripped his mug as he looked over her, studying her closely. hopefully his comment wasn’t too weird.

[jamcsduval-blog]

outgoing ; skippy in ur heart 🍯

grace: i think i need the peanut butter now x

grace: boys are stupid x

grace: 😞😞😞 xxx

james: boys are stupid grace ur right

james: come over and you can tell me all about it xx

[jamcsduval-blog]

outgoing ; skippy in ur heart 🍯

grace: i wish more of our friends were like you booo ily xx

grace: are you going to ask me over ?? xxx

james: ily too my dear xxx

james: i have plenty of peanut butter to go around

james: u kno where to find me :)

[jamcsduval-blog]

outgoing ; MASS TEXT XO

grace: i am officially opening my advice and match making services to the public !!! 💖✨✨

grace: text me your problems i'm here to help out, babe xx

james: this is very thoughtful grace i am blessed to have you as my friend

james: tho you kno if i am going to ask you for help it will be over a jar of skippy at my place right ??

[galenahq-blog]

drew sat down the wrapper of the cupcake she’d just eaten, licking the remnants of icing off of her finger as she looked at the person standing above her. “ ’d you want one ? ” she inquired carelessly.

[jamcsduval-blog]

        james grinned, always loving the idea of any treat. he took a seat across from her and nodded.    “ well of course. i would never turn down the offer of a cupcake with fine company. “

[teddyrutherford]

teddy hadn’t even been paying attention when he offered the money up front. he’d been so distracted, he hadn’t noticed his james standing in front of him. “you’re welcome.” teddy whispered, his hand on the small of james’ back as he ordered his own coffee. once paying for that as well, they both made their way back to a booth. “what are you working on?” he asked, gesturing with a nod of his head at james’ camera sitting on the table in front of them. 

[jamcsduval-blog]

           he took his tea and took a long sip of it, letting the warmth slide down his throat.    he didn’t expect teddy, but the company was always great. he was very fond of his friend. teddy understood james in ways most people didn’t, and he listened when he didn’t.   his eyes directed towards the camera and he chuckled at himself.     “ i spoke to my father, “   he began, wincing with a twitch of his lips.    “ he had said to me that while chasing my dreams as an artist are beautiful, it is also beautiful to be able to pay my bills and eat food. so i decided to broaden my horizons by taking photos, and selling them for offices and homes. “    he laughs, never really thinking of himself as one to take photos to put in an office.   “ i am booked to take photos for a wedding, that is exciting. “    those were his favorite events; weddings. so much love. 

[noahtarik-blog]

Once again his friend was right; he really needed to work on this himself. James was a good support, but there was a limit to what he was able to do. Noah looked at his friend when he touched him; something he didn’t like people doing unless he knew them very well. “Man, can we go out or something? I need to get some fresh air and smoke something.”

[jamcsduval-blog]

       at the request to leave, james downed the rest of his beer and nodded.   “ sure. where do you want to go ? “   whatever would make noah feel better in the moment, he was all for. he moves to grab his house keys.   “ we can take the train somewhere. “   it was late but the train always ran and they might be able to go somewhere more exciting than providence.

[arifilter-blog]

          the thing about james duval is this: he isn’t on drugs. he’s not the first of aristotle’s friends to dive head first into the roses, but he’s certainly the only one who does it sober.  for the first few weeks of knowing him, ari can admit he thought teddy’s friend was baked a majority of the time; he’d been corrected since then.     james duval sees something in the world that aristotle doesn’t, and that’s fine.     “ alright, ”     he says, placing his hands on james’ shoulder to turn him in the opposite direction.      “ you’re going my way now. ” 

[jamcsduval-blog]

            james duval was not one who often smoked up. it was a recreational enjoyment he partook in now and then, mostly with other people. but other chemicals, james detested.  his view on life was beautiful, and he didn’t need any substance for that. he enjoyed beer because france had nothing like it. he enjoyed the culture of everything. ari was another one of those enjoyments. mostly one to gaze at; with his pretty face and whatever cloudy aura he had around him.    there was a firm hand on his shoulder, and his figure was turned around.  he laughed, nodding to the words.     “ okay. “      his hands slid into his pockets and he looked at ari, truly excited for their adventure now.      “ where are we going, ari ? “

[noahtarik-blog]

He was already tripping out though. Noah knew, relying on James was a mistake, because he was only going to waste his time instead of trying to get better. Upon hearing James’ words it made his heart skip a beat. He was so right though; James couldn’t save him. 

“–– but,” it was almost a silent cry, but Noah cleared his throat quickly before pressing the bottle of beer against his lips to shut himself up. James was such a good friend, and Noah didn’t have the guts to just get better without him. “I’m sorry. I’m really wasting your time with all this bullshit.”

[jamcsduval-blog]

          james certainly wasn’t perfect at the current moment. he still had many things he had to work on, and many problem that were still very evident. maybe just to himself, though.   but he was working on them, and it was unfortunate that noah wasn’t making the same kind of efforts.    “ you are not wasting my time. “     he sighs, letting the bottle hang loosely between his fingers.     “ you know i am always here and do not mind helping you. it is just hard to see you letting you get the best of yourself.  no one deserves to be eating themselves away like you are. “     he puts a hand on his shoulder, thumb rubbing gently.      “ i believe you can do this, noah. you are strong. “

[arifilter-blog]

            aristotle has always thought of james as something self-contained, the hand that crosses their distance is a concept he isn’t familiar with yet. his voice is accent heavy, and ari wishes it were lower. he shrugs, still holding his phone out, feeling like a bit of a dumbass.     “ nah, man, i stepped into you. this ones on me, ”     he shouldn’t text and walk, insulting andrew’s latest ego-selfie hadn’t been worth it. well, that was a blatant a lie. it had been a pretty decent zing.    “ which way are you headed ? ”

[jamcsduval-blog]

          he felt bad for the phone held between ari’s hands. it looked as though it had been through many more mishaps than simply this one. cracks that looked far older than the one just caused today.     james wasn’t about to argue with ari about the fall. so he smiled and twisted his torso to look around him.     “ any way.”     he chuckles, hands sliding into his own pockets, where he stayed in his own area.     “ i was just wandering; going wherever the world takes me.”

[arifilter-blog]

a shoulder collides with another body, a phone falls to the floor. it’s aristotle’s. classic.    “ shit, sorry, ”  he mutters, dipping down to pick it up. an additional crack splits across the touchscreen; the universe is only getting started. ari stands up, half-hearted words forming on his tongue before he registers the face of the human crash course he’d knocked into.   “ —— you alright ? ”

[jamcsduval-blog]

          being made with a thin, tall frame, made him rather fragile to collision. upon knocking into a body, he stumbled, feeling a dull pain in his shoulder. there might be a bruise there tomorrow morning; he’d knocked into a pretty solid figure. looking up to see what he had run into, he quickly had to look down. looking at the phone, he frowned.     “ i am better than your phone. “     french accent twanged around them, his fingers reaching to trace the crack.     “ i am very sorry about that. i tend not to pay attention to what’s around me. “      

[noahtarik-blog]

It was strange how easy it was for Noah to calm down whenever James began to speak to him. Even if it was hard to deal with, having someone being able to calm him down meant the world to him, only because he was close to be tripping again. Those moments were always fucking him up. “––.. it really feels like we have gone through the same shit, man. I’m scared of tripping out again. All these pills they give me ain’t working. Nothing fucking calms me. Nothing, except for you.”

[jamcsduval-blog]

        it was nice to feel like he helped in someone’s life. And he’d stick around to help noah with whatever it was he got going on. not just because he liked the feeling of helping someone, but noah deserved to be happy and healthy and it seemed he didn’t have a lot of guidance to get there. he’d work his best to help push him in the right direction.

“ yeah. “    he nods, sipping from his bottle of beer. the words sent a cold chill up his spine and he turned to look at noah with a raised eyebrow.    “ as flattering as that is, i cannot be your saving grace, noah. you have to find that in yourself. get yourself on track with better medicines, or reach out to professionals. i can’t always save you and i will just end up disappointing you if you hold me up so high. “

[teddyrutherford]

teddy watched intently as the person in front of him in line desperately dug into every one of their pockets, searching for money that apparently wasn’t there. the barista holding the customer’s coffee was growing increasingly impatient. “it’s okay, i’ve got it.” teddy finally said, stepping forward and handing a few dollars forward to the cashier who was clearly over the situation. while he was being a good samaritan, teddy also had his own motives. he had a business meeting in a little over an hour and waiting in line for the predicament to work itself out wasn’t exactly ideal. 

[jamcsduval-blog]

     it wasn’t a secret that james had little money. he was a struggling film maker, of course he wasn’t making bank. he probably wouldn’t for years. even at the coffee shop, before being paid for a job he did last week, he was having a hard time scraping up the cash for his tea. what an embarrassing moment. he kept mumbling apologies to the barista and digging in his pockets. thankfully, teddy stepped in; his hero. he watched with shaken hands as teddy paid, the barista looking at him like he’s her saving grace, and so did james. he’d of course repay him in some fashion, but right now, he was just glad to be rescued from this humiliating experience.   “ thank you. “    he said with a small smile. 

[kennedygilmore]

@jamcsduval

Some days were simply meant to be free. Even Kennedy found that there were days that is was simply i m p o s s i b l e to go into work. They were the days where the sun shined a little brighter, the air was a little crisper, and the days where the closed sign hung proudly on the bakery door. Today was one of those days. Toes dug into the warm sand and the sun had begun to bake a warm glow into the young girls skin as she lounged back on her new favorite towel. “Is there a way to make money and just lay on the beach all day? I think I could give up baking for that profession”, she hummed, sliding the sunglasses to the edge of her nose to take in the long figure beside her. What beach day was complete without James?

[jamcsduval-blog]

of course, if you were going to the beach, you must take james with you.  the man was fit to wear swim short, lay in the sun, and bask in all that is pure. he kept his eyes to himself and enjoyed the feeling of sun on his skin. he chuckled deeply at kennedy’s comment, his eyes remaining shut as all the sounds around them swam in his mind.    “ then no one would work. “    if he could sustain his own living by laying here, he would. so would the rest of the world.

[graceplease-blog]

              aesthetically they are good together.  some friends look like they should be dating,  all the lights are green to go,  and james and grace fall into that category without question.  she’s thought about kissing him before,  along with ( and not limited to ) the rest of the rhode island population.  the problem is kissing james would be like kissing jackson  ——  it’ not something she’d do again.  grace laces her fingers through his,  skin summer warm,  and walks towards glory.     “ mm, quite glamorous. for sure, babe.  we’ll have to go in the photo booth afterwards, too.  the theme is summer lovin’ this year. cute, right ?  ”

[jamcsduval-blog]

       grace was pretty, and james could see that.  granted, james didn’t think about kissing her, or anything else down the category of intimcay.  he simply didn’t. she wasn’t that kind of friend to him, not like james had those kind of friends, but still.  he saw her the same way he saw most of his other friends.  just simply that.  but posing close together and being cute was fun, and grace was comfortable doing that.    “  like grease ?  “     he grinned,  beginning to hum the song and bounce a little. 

[graceplease-blog]

           grace examines his beardless jawline, her fingertips tracing the line. james duval is impossibly pretty,   grace would be intimidated if they didn’t look so good together on her snapchat story.   every filter is  good filter on him.     “ yeah ? ”    her smile mirrors his,      “ maybe we can get some vaseline and glitter on your cheekbones, too — really make them pop. ”

[jamcsduval-blog]

            did he look pretty ?   yes.  james knew he was good looking.  he didn’t take advantage of it, however.  that would be just kind of stupid on his part.  but grace was very pretty, too, and she was always insisting they take selfies together and they did look great. even when he kissed her cheek in one she’s been ravishing them posing together.  he laughs deeply at her suggestion, and nods.    “  i would look quite glamorous.  i am definitely in for that.  “

[graceplease-blog]

“ okay, so. ” grace is looking at the festival’s schedule on her phone, a firm believer that fun can be organised. —— or, at least, it can be when she’s on the events management team. “ we have to be back at the main stage for six, but everything else is free game until then. what do you want to do ? have you seen the hair braiding stand ? that was my idea — the glitter beads have been a major hit already. ” 

[jamcsduval-blog]

         james had been to a festival by himself, and he went to one  back in california with winnie when he was a teen.   but going with grace would be a different experience altogether.   he grinned at her pep, and it was only spreading to him.     “  i don’t exactly have a beard but i would be okay with glitter in my hair.  “