icarus.

icarus is flying too close to the sun.

[jackieshaunas]

HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER | “Pilot”

[ponytailcoby]

#he looks just like his dad

[wes-lamar]

baileyfuge​:

“It’s coming down pretty hard, suppose we can just wait it out in here for a while.” Bailey smiled glad to at least have a bit of company and the rain beat against the window.

“Yeah, I guess so. I forgot my umbrella at home,” Wes said to his cousin. He stared at the water droplets rolling down the glass doors and listened to the rumbling thunder overhead. “You don’t have anywhere you need to be do you?”

[andremichaux]

How to Get Away with Murder (2014 - 2020)

[flawlessgentlemen]

When I was auditioning, at first I thought, there is no way they’re going to cast a British guy to play an American character in an American show being shot in America. When it happened, I was like, I have to be entirely perfect with this accent, because people are going to know.

[ricamora-falahee]

Alfred Enoch photographed by Dean Chalkley for Evening Standard Magazine (April 2018)

[wes-lamar]

elcucuy-reyes‌:

“Oh, yeah, I think I do,” Sebastian said with a smirk. “You guys are all the same.” He kept a steady gaze on Wes as he continued to spew whatever crap he could think of in an attempt to defend his standing with the group. Sebastian mentally winced about what Wes said, calling him a dog that June plucked off the streets, a fucking charity case, but he didn’t want to show any kind of reaction. “And you don’t know a fucking thing about them either!” Sebastian snapped. Fuck, he was one to talk. He wondered what he really knew about them. June insisted he was one of them, but why did he still feel like an outsider? Sebastian balled his hands into fists and gritted his teeth at Wes’s next statement. Before Wes could say anything else, he swung his fist at the man, connecting with his face. The force was enough to knock Wes backwards. “Is that a threat or a promise?” Sebastian asked, raising his eyebrows. A voice in the back of his mind told him he’d regret this, but right now, it was so satisfying. 

Before Wes could even register some sort of comeback, Sebastian’s bony knuckles collided with his face. He stumbled backwards and his own hand flew up to the side of his face. The whole left side felt numb and then started to burn as the blood rushed to where he was hit. “What the hell, man?” His eyes bore into Sebastian as he stared incredulously at the guy. He wiped the side of his mouth where there was a little trickle of blood from a small cut. He was ready to walk away when something inside took over him. It was like a dam broke and all the anger inside of him was boiling over the edge. Everything he was pissed about came up in his mind and he was about to take it out on Sebastian. He lunged forward and pushed Bas backwards and swung his fist, connecting with Sebastian’s cheekbone. He lunged forward again, trying to grab Sebastian again. He wasn’t much of a fighter and to be frank, this was his first physical altercation. Most of the time when he fought with others, there was a lot of yelling and usually he demolished his opponent by being smarter than them. 

[wes-lamar]

sal-rizzo‌:

Sal nodded slowly before shrugging. “Culinary school’s expensive. Otherwise I’d just be a line cook again, and I already took a crack at that and hated it.” He nodded again and rubbed at the side of his face. “How long does that take? A dissertation?”

“Who said you have to go to culinary school? You could probably start a YouTube channel and get famous through that.” Wes didn’t care for social media and hated most of the people who were on it, but it seemed like a good avenue for Sal who didn’t seem to have many other prospects for his future in Wes’s mind. "It depends on what your studying but it can take a year to a year and a half. It could take longer though,” Wes said, shrugging his shoulders. 

[wes-lamar]

elcucuy-reyes‌:

“You’re only here now because you’re being ignored and your ego can’t take that,” Sebastian said in an accusatory tone. “You thought you’d put on the lone gunslinger act to get sympathy and when that didn’t work, you left, hoping your followers would come to you. Now you’re realizing how much you screwed up and no one will trust you now.” Sebastian was very familiar with guys like him. They wanted the attention. They wanted the praise for doing something clever. They wanted the sympathy and all eyes on them. “You didn’t start this project. The project was never yours to begin with,” he said, remembering what June told him about Jonas and how his mother was the one who created the program. “You’re here to help yourself.” Wes reminded himself of Marcus Davenport, one of the pricks in one of his computer science courses, who liked to be the center of attention and take credit for ideas left and right. “Why don’t you do everyone a favor and get the fuck out of their lives? They’re better off without you. They’ve been doing just fine for months.”

"You don’t know a goddamn thing about me, man,” Wes said, scowling at him. He didn’t like guys like him. They were unrefined, arrogant, and had no regard for the rules or other people. They thought they ruled the world because they were so cool and apathetic. “The project is more mine than yours. You’re just some dog June picked up off the streets; some charity case that she found so she can use you,” he said venomously. He may or may not have meant the words and at this point, the anger was getting the better of him. He could feel it boiling under his skin and in his blood. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins. “You don’t know anything about them! They’re not your friends. They don’t care if you’re there or not. The couldn’t care less if you disappeared tomorrow.” His chocolate brown eyes were intense and set on Sebastian. He was seeing red when he implied that everyone was better without him. Soon enough, they would be without him because Wes would be dead in the not so distant future. “You should watch your mouth and who you talk to,” he said, thinking of going to his aunt and reporting him. 

[wes-lamar]

june-maslow‌:

She was in no way truly open to hearing him out but if listening to him talk was all that she had to do in order to close this chapter, then so be it. In full June Maslow fashion, her mind was made up even before Wes began to pour his heart out. She frowned a little and gave him a sideways glance as they walked when he mentioned she’d found ‘someone new’. Did he mean Jonas, who was now their tech wiz, the guy controlling everything outside when the group went into the virtual reality? Or did he mean Sebastian, the guy who against all odds became that person she was willing to work with and trust? “You’re right, things will never be the same with us. It’s good you’re aware of it and I don’t have to break it to you” she stated simply, looking ahead as they walked towards the beach. June took off her shoes and held them in her hand as she continued to walk barefoot on the sand. “I understand you were diagnosed with a degenerative disease. I understand it can’t be easy to cope with something like that” she said calmly, thinking back of that day at his place when he told her about his diagnosis and how much she felt for him then. But then she thought about that day at the library, the way Wes behaved then and the absolute radio silence that followed. “Why I don’t understand, and I don’t think I ever will, was the way you treated the people who cared about you the most. Your cousin. Your friends. The way you chose to toss all of us aside only to regret it later” she glanced in his direction again, her expression cold and unreadable. “I trusted you, Wes. You were important to me. And I can’t get past the fact that I cared so much about you, that I was willing to stand by your side every step of the way, only to have you say to me and show to me that it didn’t mean a fucking thing to you. I just can’t invest myself in someone like that. It hurts and it’s disappointing”. June then just shrugged with a bit of indifference. “So I just did what any sane person would do. I moved on. And I’m not putting myself in that position ever again”.

Wes stared at June, absorbing everything she had to say. And even though he understood why she felt hurt, he hated that she couldn’t see what was happening to him. He understood now why he shouldn’t have shut everyone out, but when he received his diagnosis, his father shut down and he never had a mother figure in his life. No mother to hold him when he collapsed and broke down. His father, as kind as he was, was not the nurturing type. And he never quite felt comfortable breaking down in front of his friends. His closest relationship, June, was as close as he got, but he still couldn’t bring himself to break down in front of her as much as he needed to let those thoughts and emotions go. He feared losing them so much and he feared them pitying him, so he figured leaving them and keeping that perfect image in his mind of what they used to be would be the best. He wanted them to remember him as he was and not him deteriorating and losing his mind. His intense fear of being alone and not living up to his own expectations all came true in his attempts to keep them from happening. Wes stepped in front of June and stopped her in her tracks, forcing her to look up at him. “You were an island. A fresh and new island. Small but steady and persistent and persevering. I was swept away in a typhoon all the time with my work and programs and everything else in my life, but you were always there. You were my sanctuary. You were my island in the storm where I would go when I needed to feel safe. The lighthouse, constantly reminding me and guiding me. I still trust you, completely. And you meant and still mean so much to me, but I never want you to see me when this gets worse. You say you understand, but you don’t and you won’t and that’s okay, but I don’t want you to see me forget my own name or forget our adventures and work together. I don’t want you to see me stuck in a chair because I can’t remember how to walk anymore or even speak. I don’t want you to see me constantly fidgeting and staring at a wall, wasting away, wishing I was dead instead of living, trapped inside my crumbling mind because that is what’s going to happen to me. I’ll never be the same. You all were my lighthouse. You were more of a family than my own father, and I can’t bear having you all see me a coward, scared to lose his mind and scared to die.” He didn’t want her memory of him to be tainted by such a horrible disease. "I just want to try and make some things right again with whatever time I have left...before I go. Whatever you want or need, I’ll do it,” Wes stated. “I’ll help you with the Grid. I’ll give you all my research about it and then once I graduate, I’ll leave for good and you’ll never have to see me again.”

[maycanady]

1.01 // 6.15

[wes-lamar]

sal-rizzo‌:

“Yeah, well, if I make it my job can’t be my hobby anymore.” Sal shrugged before nodding toward Wes. “Are you still taking classes here this year or something else?”

"If you like it so much, it seems like a great option for a job. Love what you do, you never work a day in your life, right?” Wes said, raising an eyebrow at the man. “Finishing my last course and my dissertation.”

[wes-lamar]

june-maslow‌:

“We really don’t have anything to talk about” she said coldly, looking at Wes with a blank expression. As Wesley spoke her hand rested against the doorframe, lightly tapping her fingers against the wood. She couldn’t wait for this to be over. Shadia was in there having a shower, so there was no way she’d let him into the shared room the two friends had. And June didn’t feel like inviting him into her space either, even if it was just a temporary space that was hers for the duration of the retreat. The hacker looked away for a moment, silently annoyed. If she closed the door on his face now it was likely that he’d look for her some other time to try and talk. “Fine” she said, the annoyance evident in her tone and body language. She just reached for her key and phone and closed the door behind her. “Can we make this quick? Shadia and I are watching a movie later” June said as she walked past him, heading downstairs without waiting for Wesley.

"Yes, yes we do,” Wes said. “Well, I do. I have something to talk about. I want to get it off my chest and if you never want to see me again, then so be it.” Everything fell silent and he could probably cut the tension in the air with a knife. He tapped his fingers against the side of his leg nervously as he waited for a response from June. He felt relieved when she begrudgingly said yes to giving him a chance. He let out a breath and followed behind her as she went down the stairs. It didn’t take long for him to catch up with her with his long legs and then he fell into step with her. “I know that things will never be the same with us and that you’ve found someone new, but I want to at least try to make things better between us. I want us to at least be friends or acquaintances again. I know it was no excuse to leave without a word and not talk to you, but you have to understand...I was diagnosed with a disease that’s going to cut my life short. And it’s not just about my life being cut short, I’m going to lose control over my body and I’m-I’m going to lose my memory. I’m going to forget you all and I’m going to forget you and Bailey and Maya and Kishan and it scared me so much to know that. It still scares me that no matter what I do, I’m going to forget everything we’ve done together.”

[wes-lamar]

june-maslow‌:

June got a text from Wes earlier in the day which she didn’t reply. She’d been busy with the workshops at UCLA, then had gone to the Santa Monica pier with Shadia and then even cooked dinner for her housemates. None of that was an excuse for not replying to the text, though. The hacker hadn’t replied simply because she couldn’t be bothered to do it. She’d sent enough texts to her former friend that went unanswered last year, so he shouldn’t be surprised at all that he was now getting the same treatment he’d given to her for months. The one that was surprised was June -and not in a positive way- when she found him outside of her and Shadia’s room when she went to get the door. “What do you want?” she asked curtly.

"I wanted to talk to you about everything,” Wes said quickly. He showed up unannounced and he hoped that June wouldn’t slam the door in his face. He wouldn’t blame her though if she did. He’d probably slam the door in his face too if he were in her position. “I want to apologize and tell you that I was so, so wrong to leave you and the rest of the group in the dark. Could I please come in or can we go for a walk? Please, just give me a chance,” he said. He knew he’d have to make his rounds around the group with his apology tour. He already made up with Javier. June, his former partner in crime, was next.

[wes-lamar]

@june-maslow​

Wes told himself he was going to participate more, really make an effort to be present, not just for his friends, but for his family and himself. With his diagnosis, which was effectively his death sentence in his mind, Wes didn’t want to go out with any regrets. He spent so many hours and days and weeks and months trapped in a lap sitting in front of a computer screen and it was only recently that he realized how much he’d been missing. After everyone settled down in their dorms for the night, Wes headed down the hall in search of June’s room. He knocked on her door, waiting patiently, hoping that she’d answer. He’d texted her earlier about meeting and talking, but never received a response despite the message showing that she’d read what he sent.

[wes-lamar]

sal-rizzo‌:

Sal wanted to punch him. “What’s wrong with being a janitor?” he asked. He had, technically - months ago he’d been promoted to an assistant manager position that oversaw maintenance in the academic buildings. 

"Oh, nothing is wrong with it,” Wes said. “I just thought you would have applied your...skills towards something else.” He shrugged his shoulders and put his hands on his hips. “I heard you like to cook, right?”

[wes-lamar]

javier-silva‌:

Zara had been dealing with some stuff with her father, but that was a really private part of his girlfriend’s life that he wasn’t about to share with others.“She’s really focused on her music right now” he said instead, smiling, since that truly was what was keeping her busy these days. “She got a big gig at the end of last year that gave her a lot of exposure and she’s been getting hired more often to play” he added with an undeniable sense of pride over Zara continuing to succeed in what she was so passionate about. Bailey was a very dear friend of his and it was nice to hear her cousin ask about her, show that he cared, considering how much it seemed like a one-sided relationship between the cousins for some months. “She is. She graduated and got a job that’s been keeping her busy, but she’s still around”. When Wes asked if everyone was still around, he shook his head. “Everyone except for Elena. She went back to Spain last year” he mentioned. Elena had been a quiet but friendly person, and he wasn’t even sure if the Spanish girl and Wes had really become friends over the time she was in Boston. “Sure. You should text the others and see who wants to come. But count me in” he said with a reassuring nod. There was no way to know if the others would be resentful towards Wesley or welcome him back, but at the very least, he was willing to give the guy a chance.

"That’s uh...yea, that’s great,” Wes said with a small smile. He was happy for her. He was happy for all of them. They all seemed to have moved on and they were all doing relatively well from his perspective. At least none of them were dying at an accelerated rate. Wes felt that he got the short end of the stick, but he didn’t want to waste the time he had left. He reminded himself of what his therapist told him time and time again during their sessions. She told him to keep living his life normally, reconnect with everyone that meant something to him, and try new things. “Elena’s gone?” Wes was saddened that he missed one of his friends leaving and moving across the ocean. He wasn’t particularly close to Elena, but he did like her and enjoy her company. “Any other updates about the Grid?” Wes asked. He’d asked enough questions about his friends to get a feel of what was happening with them and could judge where he stood. “Well, uh...thanks, Javier,” he said, clapping the other man on the shoulder. “I appreciate you updating me on everyone. I’ll...I’ll message the others and see if they’d be willing to meet.”