professional star-rattler

"they weren't exactly singing my praises when I left home" Jim Hawkins // 22 // he/him Just a guy from Utah.

[indianajcnes]

TREASURE PLANET SOUNDTRACK: ↳ 02. Always Know Where You Are (Written and Performed by John Rzeznik)

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apennywasted‌: 

The look on Jim’s face when the plane came round was probably the best thing about this experience if Seamus was being honest. He looked like a kid in a sweets shop, eyes round as saucers. In fact, the Scotsman didn’t think he breathed for all of a minute or two and it was almost concerning. 

The Scotsman snaked an arm round the younger man’s shoulders and gave him a bit of a shake, an almost fond smile crossing his face for a split second before he looked away, back to the Baron. His grin widened when he saw a familiar figure in the cockpit. “Aye, lad, we are. An’ ‘ve got someone fer yah tae meet, too. An old friend, and someone who’s heard quite a bit about yah.” 

With that said, Seamus removed his arm from around Jim’s shoulders, giving it a final, reassuring squeeze, and kicked off from the car. Walking towards where the plane was being settled, the brunet made the motion for the pilot to cut the engines, a wide smile breaking across his face as the man behind the wheel made an excited motion. The propellors cut off a moment later and a bear of a man unfolded himself out of the cockpit, jumping down from the plan scarcely before the landing gear had quit moving. The Scotsman laughed loudly at the other man’s excitement, shoulders shaking as he was picked up in a tight hug. They exchanged pleasantries once Seamus was back on two feet, talking quietly amongst themselves, Norwegian rolling easily off his tongue.  

After a moment of this, Seamus turned back towards the young man still leaning against his car and gestured toward the large redheaded man at his side. His beard kind of made him look like a maniac but at least he was a cheerful one. “Jim, lad, I’d like yah tae meet Mikkael Halvorsen. An old friend, an’ th’ bloke who’s gonna help teach yah tae fly today.” 

Jim barely felt Seamus shake him, he was too distracted by the plane in front of him and the wind the propellers were blasting in his face. He’d never been even this close to a plane before; at least not from the outside. It was almost embarrassing how much more excited he was for this than he was for riding in a plane. The last time had been when he’d gone to visit Montressor with Ariel for Nia’s wedding and that had been, god, almost a year ago?

His thoughts didn’t stay on that last trip for long, and Jim watched the two men interact curiously. He probably shouldn’t be surprised Seamus knew whatever European language the two were speaking, if only because working for Seamus had trained Jim to basically never be surprised ever. The man was over a hundred years old, after all. 

Jim stood up straight when the two approached, actually having to look up to meet the man’s eyes as he shook his hand. “Nice to meet you,” Jim said, even the mention of his impending flying lessons bringing a big, boyish grin to his face. 

[ariel-the-rebellious]

Education VS Adventure

Ariel still had not started Uni. Any Uni. A fact that Daddy was not all too happy with. (She was supposed to start the second semester, and then the next, and the next, and- so on.) Ariel, however, had a plan. (Well, actually, she had several. That was part of the problem.)

“Do you think my father would only slightly kill me if I just got a job instead of going to school?” Crossing over to where Jim was currently working on folding his laundry on the couch, she slid her arms over his shoulders from behind, placing her chin atop his head. “Like- If I could find a job while I start trying to break into acting, he can’t be upset right? At least I’m doing something, then. And I’d be pursuing my dream. Plus with my own income maybe he’ll even be okay with me moving out.”

Yeah, right.

At least that was just one option. Shifting so that she could look at Jim from the side, Ariel smiled sweetly. “So… thoughts?”

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[thathawkinsboy-blog]

Jim was very much Staying Out of the school conversation when it came to Ariel and her family. He had encouraged her to stay and complete secondary (”pushed to the point of annoyance” may be more accurate), but past that Jim didn’t want Ariel to feel like he was telling her what to do. He was her boyfriend, not her dad.

That hadn’t stopped him from looking at the theatre program Pride U had, just in case. 

(And then getting massively distracted and checking out their aerospace and engineering programs. It had been a dangerous slippery slope.)

“I think finding a job regardless is a good idea,” Jim said, leaning back so Ariel had an easier time wrapping her arms around him. He leaned his head against hers, humming as his hand rose to cover hers. “But as for whether or not it would get your dad off your case? I’m honestly not sure.”

Jim turned to look at her, meeting her smile with a soft one of his own. “I think it’s the suspense more than anything that’s killing him,” Jim said. “Plus, you know, he’s got more time on his hands now.” Jim was still pissed Triton had lost his seat on the board, but he was pretty sure ‘Angry About Politics’ was just his default now, so that was easy to push away. 

“Some guys take up golf when they retire, your dad took up ‘Worrying More About His Daughters’.”

[disneyfolk]

DISNEYFOLK’S TOP 30 DISNEY MOVIES AS VOTED BY OUR FOLLOWERS → #18: Treasure Planet

“Flint’s secret trove was never found, but stories have persisted that it remains hidden somewhere at the farthest reaches of the galaxy stowed with riches beyond imagination–the loot of a thousand worlds”

[thathawkinsboy-blog]

I’m the universe, You'll be N-A-S-A // Hidden Treasure

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ariel-the-rebellious‌: 

“Mmm,” Ariel purred, momentarily distracted, features burning red. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?” She was teasing him, and she knew it, but she couldn’t help herself.  “That’s a lot of traveling, love.” Taking a a deep breath, Ariel pet Jim’s hair gently, comforting. True, the trip to and from America had been tied for most exhausting in her life - However, long car drives? That was reserved for significant get-aways. Was he really up for that? They hadn’t done one of those in a while.

“I don’t mind. I just want everyone happy. And I want to wake up with you.” With this, she reached out to pull him in closer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Ariel had missed waking up next to Jim the most, but what else was new?

Yeah, good point. Jim was getting ahead of himself, brain already a thousand miles away as they got lost in the back alleys of Paris or along the coast of Spain. “Alright, we’ll pick one,” he said sheepishly, leaning into her hands as they combed through his hair. 

‘I want to wake up with you’ she said, and Jim smiled at her crookedly. He had missed that too, while she was gone. Waking in the morning and finding Ariel sprawled out next to him, always some part of them touching no matter how much they had shifted and turned in the night. Her hair wild with curls as it fell out of the bun or braid she had put it in before, her lips moving as she silently murmured in her sleep. It had become such a comforting routine, her being the first thing he saw when he woke up, his day always felt a little off when she wasn’t there.

Ariel tugged him down and he followed easily, kissing her back just as softly. His hand curved around her waist, his thumb making slow, lazy arcs up and down along her side; skirting against her hip bone. “I’m glad you’re home,” Jim murmured against her lips, holding the kiss a little longer this time.

[thathawkinsboy-blog]

I’m the universe, You'll be N-A-S-A // Hidden Treasure

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ariel-the-rebellious‌: 

Ariel’s smile grew with Jim’s. Fuck, she’d missed him. She bit at her bottom lip, Jim’s too far away to tug on, and watched his movements while taking easy breaths. His hands were gone far too soon, but since it was in favor of him actually joining her on the bed, she could forgive it for the time being. 

“That sounds… brilliant. I stand by my earlier statement: Let’s do it.” Allowing her phone to be taken, Ariel gladly slid her arms over his shoulders instead, humming. “I love it when you speak other languages. I can speak French of course, if we go to France. No so much Italian or Spanish, though.”

Smiling up at him a bit cheekily, Ariel brushed her nose against his softly. “Voulez-vous explorer la romance de Paris avec moi? Hmm?”

“The only part of that sentence I understood was the ‘voulez-vous’ bit, and that’s because my mom and Jessi both have an unnatural addiction to ABBA,” Jim joked as he let Ariel pull him closer. “Based off of that, my answer is a resounding yes.”

“We could do both,” he offered. “Paris one day, Barcelona the next. Go in a wonky-ass circle on the train.” At least, this time. Next time, maybe he’d be able to fly them there instead, and didn’t his smile get just a little wider when he thought about his flying lessons.

“Either way,” Jim leaned up to press a soft kiss to her nose. “It’ll just be you and me.”

[mirandahamilton]

[thathawkinsboy-blog]

Name: James “Jim” Flint Class: Second Marital Status: Single Partner: Ariel Triton Occupation: Fifth Officer of the Titanic

Long before Jim had looked to the sea for the first time, he knew he would follow after the steps of his father and uncle. The Flint men had always been sailors, and Jim ached for the day he’d be able to step foot on a ship for the first time. After all, Jim had inherited the family magic; navigation and adventure were literally in his blood.

He got his first job as a cabin boy when he was thirteen thanks to his uncle, and it was rare that Jim spent very long on land after that. Only the regular trips home to see his mother, and one venture into England to find his deadbeat father when he was seventeen. He moved quickly up the ranks, and now, at the ripe young age of twenty-two, is the youngest officer on the Titanic. Working alongside his uncle, First Officer Nathaniel Flint, Jim is set on making a name and fortune for himself.

(Maybe that way, when he finally works up the nerve to ask JEFF Triton permission to formally court his youngest daughter, he won’t get laughed out of the room. For now, he and Ariel sneak quiet moments together whenever they can, talking about the life they plan to start together in America.)

[thathawkinsboy-blog]

I’m the universe, You'll be N-A-S-A // Hidden Treasure

[thathawkinsboy-blog]

ariel-the-rebellious‌: 

Ariel had been through… a lot, since turning eighteen. 

To be fair, Ariel had also been through a lot before turning eighteen. (She could hear Andrina narrating in her head - “Dead Mother! A Literal Trip Through Hell! Boy drama! Grief! Excitement! Romance! Tragedy- A true Coming Of Age tale, complete with a trip to Find Herself.” - but she tried to ignore it.) Basically, becoming an adult had gotten off to a much rockier start than she had pictured.

But then, Ariel always had been good at idealizing. She’d seen herself moving out after graduation, leaving Swynlake, and going off to chase her acting dreams. No school or money needed, Daddy! She was going to make it on her own!

The Ariel she was now had not done that. And true, she’d had to do a bit of ‘finding herself’ while off spending time with her sister Arista in London, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Ariel had been through bad things. She was fierce, though.

Little, but fierce.

Ariel started to hum without a real target melody as she thought of her tattoo, still healing on her side: Though she be but little, she is fierce. It had felt odd, but it was probably her favorite early birthday/Valentines gift. That, along with being back home and with her family and, yeah, okay, in Jim’s bed specifically… it made her smile. She hummed the song she’d written for him. Maybe a little bit differently. 

Someone was rubbing her feet.

Red hair tickled her collarbones as Ariel sat up just slightly, looking at Jim. Looking at him, and loving him, like some sort of sappy movie. Did he know how much she was tingling right now? Every sweep of his touch over her feet sent little jolts up and down her legs, and she tried to stay very still so that she could just enjoy it… but it was difficult not to squirm just a little.

“It’s brilliant,” Ariel breathed as a response, biting at her bottom lip as she flicked her gaze from his fingers, to his arms, up to Jim’s easy, relaxed smile. Oh, God, she loved him. Too much, sometimes. It didn’t have to be a bad thing. “Let’s do it.”

Jim’s grin got wider and his laugh nearly fell out of him, shaking his head fondly at the woman in front of him. “Easy, Juliet,” he teased, rubbing circles around her ankle bones, “you don’t know what I’m going to say yet.”

His hands moved slowly up her legs, massaging the backs of her calves in slow motions. He could already see her squirming and brought his hands to the bedsheets. Nope, he wanted her to focus. 

Afterwards, she could squirm all she wanted.

“So, Valentine’s Day,” he started, moving up the bed slowly. “You and me, a train heading out from NTO, and two days to ourselves. Anywhere you want to go. We could go to the beach, or further inland, or just throw a dart at a wall. We’ll ask your dad so everyone’s on board, and we’ll have you back in time for your birthday so you can celebrate with your family.” Jim was nearly on top of her now, taking her phone from her grasp and setting it carefully next to them as he smiled lopsidedly down at her.

“We could rent a house for a couple days,” he offered softly. “Just stay in, or we could go explore. Get hopelessly lost in France, or Italy, or Spain. My Spanish is pretty good now, we could probably pull it off,” he joked, propped up over her on his elbows.

“Verdict? Brilliant or dumb?”

[thathawkinsboy-blog]

I’m the universe, You'll be N-A-S-A // Hidden Treasure

Valentine’s Day was coming up, and Jim had no idea what he was going to do about it.

They’d been dating for over a year now. Known each other for nearly two. Jim kept waiting for the day he saw Ariel and the butterflies didn’t kick up as badly, when he didn’t feel as awed by her presence, but it never came. He was still stupid in love with her, and he still felt stars exploding in his chest when she turned her smile towards him.

All these feelings, all this love, and Jim couldn’t fucking channel that into something useful like coming up with a plan for Valentine’s Day. Bullshit.

It was just such an important day to them, last Valentine’s still embedded in his head and the memory of his girlfriend in his lap wearing that red dress he loved locked safely away in his mind. The days following had been just as - if not more important - and Jim just wanted Ariel to have a good Valentine’s. The one she deserved.

So with Valentine’s Day still a week or so away, Jim found Ariel lounging in his bed, scrolling through something on her phone as she hummed softly to herself. Jim grinned, sneaking into the room and trying to keep as quiet as possible until he was kneeling at the end of the bed by Ariel’s feet. His fingers found the arches of her feet, gently sweeping down until he could rub his thumbs against her ankles. The lonely ache from the weeks when she had been gone visiting Arista was nearly gone now.

“I’m gonna throw something out, and I need you to tell me if it’s a brilliant idea,” he started as he rubbed her feet, “or really dumb.”

@ariel-the-rebellious

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apennywasted‌: 

Rolling his eyes, the older man just shook his head. Really he wasn’t surprised. Jim was always on time, especially when he asked him to be, and that was something he’d expected, but to be here, early, for a while, was just too damn funny. It was a good thing he was wrapped up like the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man because the chill out on the airstrip was worse than further in among the hangers. 

The Scotsman pulled his gloves off and shoved them into his back pocket, eyeing the Chevelle as he did. The lad’d kept her up good. Seamus had known that he would, which was part of the reason that he’d given her to Jim as a gift in the first place. That, and he was tired of listening to his old clunker sound like she was going to have a heart attack and die in his driveway every time Jim turned her over. 

So, really, he was doing himself a favor by doing Jim a favor. 

It worked out. 

“Right then,” he muttered, voice decisive as it swept over the landing strip. He tilted his head and grinned when he heard the tell-tale sign of the double engines of a Beechcraft Baron being jockeyed down the strip for them. He pointed, leaning back against the side of Jim’s car next to the boy, arms folded across his chest. “There’s yer girl. I’ll show ye around ‘er when she’s cut ‘er engines.”

Jim watched Seamus with a grin as he settled in, only being distracted by the sound of plane engines. He felt six again. Sitting on the roof with his mom, watching the stars and the planes overhead, breathlessly asking how they all stayed in the air. Sarah had smiled, telling him about the stars, and the next day bringing home a book about planes from the library.

Jim had told everyone he had met for months afterwards that he was going to be a pilot one day, clutching the book to his chest everywhere he went. He must have checked that thing out a hundred times.

Now, watching the gorgeous plane come down the strip, Jim felt like he was about to faint right away. They were really doing this. He was really going to learn how to fly. He was going to be a pilot.

“We’re doing this,” Jim breathed, watching the plane with wide eyes. He was waiting for the ‘Psych!’ moment, for Seamus to laugh and herd him back into his car and away from the gorgeous dream in front of him.

(Oh yeah, he was absolutely going to pass out, he could hardly breathe.)

[markaaroncesar]

a love like that of romeo and juliet. in spite of their parents’ bloody feud, they still managed to love each other unconditionally.

[thathawkinsboy-blog]

Encounters of the Feathered Kind // tigerhawk

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professor-lungri‌: 

Shere had to laugh, the sound quiet, at the breath of air he heard eject from the young man’s mouth, no doubt at the weight of the gryphon against his back and half on top of him. He quirked a smile and nodded at the other, encouraging in that silent way he could. The Vaagh could feel his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline behind his glasses at the explanation “You named the gryphonCuddles?  Of all things, and that’s what you name him.” Moving forward at a sedate pace, steps easy, Shere’s eyes walked over the creature’s side, cataloging muscle and the way it responded to outside stimuli. 

The stimuli, of course, being the Vaagh himself. 

He knew the other man’s uneasiness was the presence of the animal’s claws so close to his chest, his neck. But Shere knew that they weren’t particularly lethal quite yet. Though the gryphon possessed the talons and beak of an eagle, the former were much softer at the beginning of their lives, only gaining the wicked edge they were known for (and that Shere himself had come into contact with on numerous occasions) until they had gone through their first molt. Occasionally the species varied so he would be cautious, but he was not overly worried. 

Crouching down to the animal’s level, the professor mimicked the chirp that he’d heard on his way over. It was a curious sound, a vocalization that meant investigation rather than fear, and he hoped that the gryphon moved a bit towards him. Smiling softly and shifting so there was an even weight on his bad leg, he chirped again and was rewarded by a raised head and a tentative return. Eyes shifting to look at the young man behind the animal, Shere said, voice soft, “He’s not one of ours. But I’ll try to get him off of you before I do the check. I can do it visually if need be but it’s better if he’ll let me get a hold of him. Makes the processing easier. He doesn’t look too old, so my guess is he wandered off or he was abandoned after taking a tumble from his nest.” 

“I didn’t name him anything,” Jim defended, even as the gryphon shifted its weight as it watched the other man curiously. Jim knew better, after all; the moment he named it, he was sunk. He would end up with a pet gryphon, and that struck him as something that was probably illegal.

Ariel would lose her fucking mind, though. Her reaction alone would absolutely be worth it.

The man carefully came closer and the creature pressed closer to Jim with a low chattering sound in his ear. Instinctively, Jim reached up and laid his hand over its paw, gently scratching its fur. The other guy seemed to know what he was doing, even if he didn’t know this particular gryphon. And wasn’t that an interesting tidbit; hadn’t Simba mentioned at one point that there had used to be a nest nearby but no one had seen a local gryphon in years? If The Gryphon Not Named Cuddles wasn’t from the rescue, then were was he from?

Before Jim could vocalize his thoughts, the gryphon decided it was done waiting and scrambled over Jim’s back and shoulders to tumble to the ground, its softer claws digging through his shirt and scratching against his back. He hissed in pain as the claws scraped past his non-scarred skin, but he couldn’t feel blood, so it probably wasn’t as bad as he had feared.

The gryphon shuffled closer to Shere, dodging back and forth curiously as it sniffed at him before chirping and running back to Jim to hide its face under his leg. Or at least had attempted to; it just ended up with its face pressed against Jim’s thigh. “Oi,” Jim said with a small laugh, risking running his hand over the soft, downy feathers that went down along from its head to its shoulders. “It’s okay, kleyntshik,” he hummed. “We won’t hurt you.”

It chirped again, still hiding, and Jim rolled his eyes. Baby.

[thathawkinsboy-blog]

pick up || open

Seamus: oi Jim! I need you to pick up a set of tools for me at the garage

Seamus: the engine of the '67 needs a tune up and I apparently don't have the right ones here

Jim: yeah seamus, whatcha need?

Jim: cant believe youre working on the '67 without me, you bastard lol

[thathawkinsboy-blog]

Code of Conduct || Open

Greg: well I used to be a guy with a lip ring anyways, I just...was never a guy with an actual job and an internship with a lip ring

Greg: and you know how people get.

Greg: In fact with your many motorcycles, tattoo and a few piercings you know exactly how people get

Jim: i do know, and im gonna pass down some of my hard earned knowledge to you, young padawan

Jim: literally no one who matters will care

Jim: as long as it's not breaking a rule at your internship or job (and Belle and Hades do not seem like the type to give even half of a shit), you'll be okay

Jim: anyone who bothers you about it is shallow and judgmental at best, and you can always take it out if it bothers /you/

[thathawkinsboy-blog]

Code of Conduct || Open

Greg: Thought you were supposed to be a good role model, Mr. Jim

Jim: im a wonderful role model, and i have like 3 ear piercings and used to have 5, plus a tattoo and several motorcycles lol

Jim: getting a lip ring doesn't make you a punk, it makes you a guy with a lip ring