#jamie scribbles

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Getting ready for their first date, like—

—Keeley bringing Rebecca to find the perfect outfit, not because she needs a new outfit and not because Roy and Jamie won’t love her in whatever, but that’s half the fun, isn’t it? Getting ready, building anticipation, sneaking another drink at Aeronaut while Derek fetches her two more dresses, just for the hell of it.

Rebecca tells her that she looks gorgerous in every bloody thing, but that she looks particularly gorgerous in the second pink one, and oh, they should stop by The Connaught Bar on their way to the spa, celebrate Keeley looking like the marvel she is, and maybe raise a toast to Roy and Jamie being far, far luckier than either of them deserve.

“If you were into women I’d never date anyone else,” Keeley says very seriously over her Fleurissimo. “We’d never even have to go on actual dates, we could just do this forever, it’d be fucking fantastic.” She makes an exaggerated face. “Now I’m stuck dating icky boys.”

And Rebecca laughs and hugs her and knows that she’s not serious, at least not about the last part.

(Rebecca hopes this works out because if it doesn’t and she has to deal with the implosion of a relationship between her head coach and their star player… Well. She’d put the brakes on the whole thing, maybe, if it weren’t for Keeley and the way she lights up when she talks about her icky boys, if it weren’t for the fact that Roy and Jamie are going to be absolutely ridiculous about each other no matter what Rebecca allows or doesn’t allow, if it weren’t for her sordid affair with Sam and how it hasn’t left her with a single leg to stand on.)

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Getting ready for their first date, like—

—Jamie giving Roy an incredulous and halfway reproachful look as Roy sticks his head out the office to tell him that they’re leaving, so mush. “I’m going back home, mate. Dani’s giving me a ride.”

And Roy’s eyebrows do their Roy’s eyebrow thing. “What the fuck for? Keeley’s picking us up in less than two hours. At my place. You can do your fucking hair bullshit or whatever you need to do there.”

(It’s unclear to Roy exactly what hair bullshit Jamie might need doing, because he’s already spent half an hour after training in front of the dressing room mirror with most of the team chiming in with encouragement and advice, but it’s Jamie, so it’s probably something.)

“Not with your tragic products, I can’t,” Jamie mutters (and that’s a right laugh because Jamie knows better than most everybody that Roy does not, in fact and unlike some other people, settle for fucking Lynx or the like). “And anyway, we’re going on a date with each other, right, not just with Keeley, so we can’t get ready together. What am I supposed to do, sneak out the door and ring the bell when it’s time to pick you up?”

“What? No.”

Jamie points at him. “Right, ‘cause that’d be weird.”

“That’s not—“ But Jamie doesn’t let him finish, he just walks off with Dani, because he doesn’t have time for Roy’s spluttering, has he, and doesn’t Roy know Jamie has a date to get ready for?

Get ready he does, but because he is a filthy hypocrite (a word he does know the meaning of, so there, Coach Beard) he doesn’t hesitate to call Keeley when he can’t decide between his favourite Stone Island jacket and the new patterned Gucci number he got sent the other day, and then he has to have opinions on her shade of lipstick, and she suggests he wear the Layton she bought him a few years back, and it’s a brilliant time, just like them getting ready for the red carpet back when they were dating before.

“Bit like cheating, though, innit,” Jamie tells Keeley, out of a sudden and uncharacteristic sense of fairness. “Us asking each other for advice when getting ready for a date with each other, yeah? I should be on the phone with like Isaac, and you should talk to Rebecca or Barbara.”

“Well,” Keeley reasons as she sips her mimosa and waits for her nail polish to dry. “We’re going on a date with Roy too, and since we are the ones who properly knows what he likes and we want to look fucking fit for him, it makes sense for us to help each other out, yeah? Besides,” she adds, “we can do whatever we want, babe. Screw the rules, right?”

And yeah, right. That’s the basis for this whole thing, innit? “Yeah,” Jamie agrees, giving her a grin. “Screw the rules.” And then his smile softens into something gentler, almost shy, something she used to be the only one ever allowed to see. “Want look fucking fit for you too,” he admits, like it’s a secret.

Keeley’s smile, too, is soft. “Aw, babe, me too. And you do.”

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Getting ready for their first date, like—

Roy picking Phoebe up from school and dropping her off with Sophia’s retired colleague, and when Phoebe asks why she’s not staying with him this time he takes a long moment to answer, and it’s messed up, isn’t it, that he’s this concerned about what a fucking child should think about his love life.

Not just any child, though, is she. “I’m going on a date,” he says eventually, glancing at her in the rear mirror.

“Oh.” She frowns; not in disapproval, he thinks, but in careful consideration. Then: “Is this a date with Keeley or with Jamie?”

Huh. All right, then. First potential hurdle cleared. As for the second… “Both.”

To his stupidly immense relief, Phoebe brightens at that. “That’s very clever of you, Uncle Roy. It would have been really hard to choose between Jamie and Keeley, and they both love you so much.”

Roy shakes his head, biting back a smile that’s as much affection as it is incredulity. “All right, you little precocious shit, get out of here, and be good for Ms. Mallard.”

And then he has just enough time to get back home and change out of his black shirt and trousers into another black shirt and pair of trousers, to trim his beard and add a textured silk tie (very dark purple, Keeley and Jamie better fucking appricate the splash of colour). He spends a long time staring at his reflection, partly because he really is quite vain (his stubborn protests to the contrary), but mostly because this means something to him. They do: Keeley, Jamie. The three of them, and what they could be.

It leaves him a little dizzy. It scares the hell out of him. He wants to get this right.

The door bell chimes. Jamie, and Roy has barely let him in, has barely even begun to figure out what he’s supposed to say to this Jamie, to his date Jamie, to the Jamie whose eyes sparkle and who manages to make even that ridiculous outfit look good, when the bell chimes again, and there is Keeley, a fucking vision, and Roy knows what to say to her.

“You look fucking amazing,” he says, and she giggles and leans in to kiss his cheek, very chaste (it’s a first date, after all), and still it’s nearly enough to leave him breathless with how much he’s missed her.

“Got you this,” he mutters a little hoarsely, picking up and handing over a Black Baccarat rose that’s been strategically sat on the sidetable.

Impractical, since they’re going out, and corny, but fucking sue him. Roy Kent will headbutt anyone who dares call him a romantic, but that doesn’t mean he thinks they’re wrong – and anyway, it’s worth it for the way Keeley smiles as she inhales the sweet scent.

“Uh, where’s my flower?” Jamie complains.

Roy rolls his eyes. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he growls. “Fine.” And he heads off into the kitchen where there is indeed a second rose waiting in a small vase. He’d left it there, deeply unsure if he was supposed to offer Jamie one or not; but that’s that cleared up then, flowers for Jamie is a go, he’ll make a note for their next date.

Jamie beams as he accepts his rose; grins wickedly as he, too, leans in to kiss Roy’s cheek.

Roy clears his throat, trying to ignore the way his heart’s sped up at the brief touch. “Okay. Let’s fucking do this.”

“Yeah,” Keeley agrees. “Let’s.”

And Jamie doesn’t say anthing at all, but he nods, and he takes Roy’s arm, and Keeley takes his hand, and they walk out into the night and fucking do it.

#surprise saturday scribblings! #something silly something soft #royjamiekeeley #roy kent #jamie tartt #keeley jones #keeley & rebecca #ficlet #my stuff

[hmslusitania]

“Oi. Listen up.”

Jamie keeps working the knots on his boots but he echoes in on the “yes coach” that the rest of the lads throw Roy’s direction.

“Me and Keeley are back together,” Roy says. “So I don’t want to hear about any of your friends or sisters or who the fuck ever who are single and just perfect for me, got it?”

Jamie gets halfway through wondering who on the team is ballsy enough to try and offer their sisters and single friends to Roy, but across the room, Dani is already throwing Roy a respectful salute.

“Yes, Coach,” he says.

“Well, Coach Kent, I think I speak for everybody in here when I say that we’re mighty glad to hear that,” Ted says.

“Feels like everything’s right in the universe again,” Beard agrees.

“Yeah,” Jamie mutters. “That’s all just fucking perfect.”

The only person close enough to hear him is Sam, who shoots Jamie a questioning look, both eyebrows raised.

Jamie ignores him, finally finishes with the knots in his laces, and doesn’t hurl his boots at Will, but that might only be because Will catches them gracefully and they don’t hit him.

It’s not like… Jamie isn’t, like, 100% over Keeley. He knows that. He doesn’t think he ever will be, but he doesn’t think anyone ever actually gets over their first love. Especially not when they know, without question, that they’re the one who absolutely fucked it up.

And he knows that. He had his chance with Keeley, and he fucked it, and it’s a matter of the better man winning and Roy is the better man and he won, and so Jamie does not understand why he’s suddenly feeling like someone’s kicked him in the bollocks of his heart or whatever.

It’s good. Keeley and Roy are good together and they’re two of Jamie’s favourite people and he wants them to be happy, and they’ve seemed happier when they were together and…

And so what that for a while it seemed like maybe Roy had fucked it with Keeley himself, and he and Jamie were in a club together about it. So what that they were getting close enough for Phoebe to assume Jamie was Roy’s best friend and Roy didn’t fucking tell him to his face about Keeley and put him back in the same level as the rest of the team? So fucking what, yeah? It doesn’t matter.

It matters when Roy turns up at Jamie’s at four in the morning like everything’s normal.

“The fuck is your problem?” Roy asks when Jamie just starts running rather than waiting for Roy to catch up.

“I don’t have a problem, Coach,” Jamie says, and he really shouldn’t, but it feels like a lie.

“Like fuck you don’t,” Roy says.

“You really want to pry into everything wrong with me, Coach Lasso?” Jamie shoots back.

Roy grumbles but stops prying lest Jamie — rightly — accuse him of more Ted-ness.

Jamie trains, and he runs until he can’t feel his legs anymore, and only then, when it’s past dawn, does Roy bother him about it again.

“Are you going to be weird about me and Keeley?” Roy asks.

“No,” Jamie says but that feels like a lie too. “Just thought maybe you’d tell me in person about it because we’re best friends now and all.”

Roy frowns. Jamie braces for whatever sort of rebuke Roy’s going to throw at him — that they’re not best friends, that Roy’s love life isn’t any of Jamie’s business, that Keeley’s love life definitely isn’t any of Jamie’s business anymore.

“I don’t…” Roy starts, slow enough that Jamie pauses mid stretch to stare at him. “I don’t know why I didn’t. But you’re right. And I’m sorry.”

Jamie feels his mouth fall open. It’s just blank shock.

“Don’t be a twat,” Roy scolds when he sees Jamie’s face.

“I’m not, I’m just — wow, Roy Kent apologised to me,” Jamie says. “I’m flattered.”

Roy rolls his eyes, but fond, and Jamie abruptly remembers the last time he’d claimed to be flattered. Colin, recently out to the team, and the team trying to do a headcount and figure out who else in the locker room must be queer.

Jamie’s still not sure how the rest of the lads seemed to entirely miss Trent Crimm’s rainbow mug and Dolly Parton shirt, but they had and they’d looked mostly at him.

“I guess I thought you’d be… jealous,” Roy says, snapping him back to the Richmond Green.

“Nah,” Jamie says.

“Because I know you’re still a little in love with her,” Roy points out.

“She’s Keeley fucking Jones, you don’t just get over her,” Jamie replies and falls forward to do some press ups rather than have to look Roy in the eye anymore. “But mostly I want her to be happy.”

“Yeah,” Roy says, gruff but like he gets it.

“Believe it or not, I want you to be happy to,” Jamie adds, speaking to the grass and tree roots between his hands. “Because you’re Roy fucking Kent.”

Roy doesn’t respond to that, and Jamie keeps staring at the ground. For a moment, he thinks he’s overstepped, and then Roy kicks his heels up to rest on Jamie’s back.

Jamie smiles and appreciates the burn of the extra weight in his triceps and shoulders.

“I appreciate it,” Roy says finally, and something in Jamie’s chest fractures.

It’s not like Jamie doesn’t know what bisexuality is. He’s spent enough time around Keeley that it’s come up frequently. But there’s been some sort of block that sounds a bit like his fuck of a dad between him knowing that, and knowing it about himself.

Because he finally gets it, dripping sweat into the dirt in the early summer morning. He is jealous of Roy and Keeley getting back together.

Trouble is, he has absolutely no idea if he’s jealous of Roy for getting back with Keeley, or if he’s jealous of Keeley, for getting back together with Roy.

#Ted lasso #rkjt #the ghost ship scribbles #no one look at me I can’t believe ive done this lol #i have literally never written a Ted lasso episode coda #but I guess??? here we are???? #i wrote this on my phone into my drafts any mistakes are. expected #jamie tartt #Roy kent

[the-insouciant-scientist]

A sketchy little comic based on a convo from @the-dye-stained-socialite and @thedeafprophet !! Jamie is such a silly little guy and I love that for them djdvskb

#art #others ocs #jamie awnings #the manager #fallen london #the scientist scribbles #i had so much fun with the expressions in this skdbskbdmd

[fleetn-crab85]

Jamie McCrimmon in The Ice Warriors serial circa 1967

#just rewatched it last night and forgot how much of a punching bag he is in the episode #jamie mccrimmon #doctor who #classic who #crab’s favorite shows #crab's scribbles

[squidinu]

playful nicknames

#cryptid crush #jamie #atlas #robyn #doodles #scribble

[jamiesfootball]

Another piece of the leverage au I'm not fucking writing, damnit.

Under the cut for violence and Leverage-esque shenanigans:

At the first kick to the solar plexus, a shocked noise spilled out of Jamie's mouth. He hadn't been prepared.

"You don't fucking listen," Roy growled, winding his leg back for another kick. "What did I say? What did I fucking tell you when we first started?"

Jamie was ready for the second kick -- got his arms up in front of him just in time to intercept Roy's boot. He grunted, a sound too high and reedy to his own ears, and he tried to push aside the reflexive embarrassment at how loud it was, echoing off the walls as Bartlett and his cronies laughed and laughed.

On the third kick, he acted. He caught Roy's boot, wrapping his shivering body around it while the other man cursed. Roy kicked again, and Jamie's freezing hands scrambled for purchase against the leather, his nails digging into the collar.

"Come on," Roy scoffed under his breath, the same way he had when Jamie had held them up at the elevator. He didn't need to look up to know Roy was shaking his head.

Jamie bit his lip against the sudden, fierce wave of emotion building up in his chest.

His grip slackened, and Roy tugged his foot away with a violent grunt. He spat at the ground, missing Jamie by centimeters.

Bartlett tittered. His goons spread easily for Roy, welcoming him into the pack as the hitter rejoined their group. One of them fetched him a beer.

"Feel better then, Royo?"

Jamie closed his eyes; he didn't need to see this. His arms pressed protectively against his stomach. Hopefully they'd forget he was there.

"You don't know the half of it," Roy said, his rough timber carrying easily through the barren warehouse. A bottle fizzed open, followed by an audibly slurpy gulp and a relieved sigh. "The amount of headache's that prick's given me -- you wouldn't believe."

"No respect for their betters, these young ones." There was the tap of glass on glass- a toast. "Well, I've got good news for you. When we're done here, I plan to make a couple phone calls. You ain't the only one with a bone to pick with that little upstart. I know a few names who'd pay good money just to take a turn at him the way you did."

A beat of silence.

"Really?" Roy's voice stayed carefully neutrally, but even an idiot could hear that he was interested.

"What'd I tell you lads? Do I know this man or what?" Bartlett bragged. His men agreed, making all the appropriate noises for a goon chorus.

"So I do all the hard work, and you cash the check?"

Just as easily as flipping off a light, a threatening quiet smothered the warehouse.

Bartlett, the idiot, tried to backtrack fast. "Course I'd cut you in! A finder's fee. Hell, you could watch, if you're into that."

Another beat of silence, and then a low, dark chuckle that sent the hairs on the back of Jamie's neck to standing.

"You know me, don't you?" Roy remarked, sounding like a lion before the pounce. "Relax, Bartlett, I already got what I came for. You have your men wire over a cut of the haul, and that'll be the end of our business. The sooner I see the back of this place, the better."

Bartlett snapped at one of his men to initiate the wire. Roy rattled off the numbers.

When they were done, Bartlett laughed. "Roy Kent. A man of reason."

"Takes one to know one, doesn't it?"

"Yes it does."

Another clink of glasses echoed cheerily in the warehouse. Then-

"Woah, take it easy there, Kent. No need to rush when there's still the cleanup to..."

Bartlett trailed off and the goon chorus piped down. In the shivering silence, the sound of someone chugging a beer echoed disturbingly loud, like some sort of criminal underworld ASMR.

Jamie focused on not tensing his body; he didn't want to draw their attention.

Finally, smacking lips. A content sight. "Thanks for the beer, Bartlett. Would've been a shame for it to go to waste."

"What--"

At the sound of a glass smashing over someone's head, Jamie flexed his grip on the knife he'd snatched out of Roy's boot and sprung to his feet.

Roy had told him to wait for his cue, after all -- and it was his time to shine.

The little prick wouldn't stop grinning.

Roy ignored him. He dumped goon number five into the stolen ambulance.

"Check their pockets. If they've got anything that looks like a burner, Beard wants it back. We've got to make sure to wipe any traces of contact they might've had with Keeley--"

"You like me," Jamie sing-songed.

"It was a bit," Roy said through gritted teeth. "Hand me the body."

Jamie hauled over the unconscious man -- easily twice his size -- like it was nothing. The joys of youth.

With five other deadweights already filling up the vehicle, it was awkward angle to fit in a sixth. Jamie stumbled a bit, and Roy braced him upright. Together they maneuvered the body into the van.

"You can just admit it, you know. I won't ruin your reputation by telling everyone that Roy Kent's a softy."

Prick.

Jamie's usually styled pompadour was a flat mess from the fall in the Thames, and rolling around on the floor of an abandoned warehouse had lint-rolled a questionable layer of gunk onto his stylish clothes. He looked like a twit, leaning against the door of the ambulance while Roy did all the work tying the feet together.

Prick.

With his hair dripping into his eyes and a look of open fascination on his face, he looked like a kid who'd run through a sprinkler. There was far too much delight there for someone who'd been roughed up by a wannabe gangster. Fuck, and they still needed to check his ribs.

"He made us the second we walked in the door," Roy tried to explain again. "I needed to get him to trust me, to make him think I'd switched sides--"

"By making him think you kicked like an octogenarian?" quipped Jamie. "You barely made contact. If I'd been acting any harder, Rebecca would be out a job."

"I can kick you harder next time," Roy bit out, but even he could feel how toothless the words sat in his mouth.

"Sure, Grandad." Jamie beamed, smug and practically bouncing on his toes. "I'd like to see you try."

If Roy had less to deal with on his mind, he might worry about how sure Jamie seemed by the notion Roy wouldn't hit him.

"It wasn't a life or death situation. I knew we'd make it out."

Sure, Bartlett and his men had been armed, but Roy had dealt with worse. If it had been life or death, it'd be different. Roy would do whatever he needed to in those circumstances.

He would.

"You keep telling yourself that, mate."

#leverage au #roy kent #jamie tartt #scribbled this in a notebook at work. came home to type it up and fucking hell - that's a lot of words for something that was written in pe #*pen #violence cw #i feel like there's another tag I should use here but idk what

[108garys]

Sunset

I'm having fun with playing around with this style and felt like scribbling jerin so have some lesbeans✨

Erin gave Jamie flowers 💕

@kassiekolchek22 @delurkr @tatjana-fantasy @blubary @qusok @unhingedlesbear @kindheartedgummybears

#the devil in me #The dark pictures anthology #the dark pictures the devil in me #Erin Keenan #Jamie Terigan #Jerin #scribblings

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

Okay so Trent absolutely knows shorthand and writes most of his notes in it right?

I think he probably also has horrible handwriting, he writes to fast and it makes his words incomprehensible. He's also dramatic enough to modify the shorthand he knows to ensure nobody knows what he's writing.

My point to all of this is, imagine him forgetting his notebook somewhere and someone from Richmond finds it, maybe Jamie or Roy or Rebecca and they're like "neat let's see what he wrote about me" only to be hit by complete nonsense (to them). Even the bits where he actually wrote something out are just indecipherable scribbles.

I think this is hilarious, the idea has been amusing me all day and I wanted to share it

what's hilarious is we have the same braincell, i literally also was like "does trent NEED to have personalized shorthand that's some sort of elaborate code he knows by heart so that no one can read his notes even if they had time? no. does he? definitely. if confronted he would claim that it's for journalistic integrity reasons, but truthfully it kind of makes him feel like a spy and he likes it." also because while some of it is genuine notes, some of it is just like. stupid shit. grocery list of shit he forgot to get earlier. jotting down a terrible pun ted made or some detail about something ted likes ("taking notes on your crush is both normal and regular behavior so long as no one ever sees or finds about it" trent reminds himself repeatedly)

and it's so much funnier if he also just has terrible handwriting and needn't have bothered bc no one could read it anyway. (same, trent, my brain goes faster than my hands. one time my dad's doctor looked at my handwriting when i was like, ten, and was like "wow, and you're smart kid, too. you should be a doctor when you grow up" dlfkgjdh)

ANYWAY i love the idea of them actively trying to snoop and it's just. complete gibberish. especially if then they're just like frowning down at it and then pan to behind them and trents like "looking for something" slgkjdfg

#ive actually been half brewing a fic about trent and his notebook/shorthand called stenography #so hmmmmm. #also theyd all have such different Snooping Behavior #jamie tries sooooo hard to act casual. flips open page with pen. #roy just keeps staring at it from the corner of his eye before going FUCK andthen just getting up and fully opening it #etc #also picturing. the entire team gathered around one (1) notebook #bumbercatch is now attempting to Decode It with his Mad Codebreaking Skills #and trent just walks in like oh i left my noteb--whaaaaat is happening #and it's the entire team all giving him the Deer In The Headlights look. crowded around his notebook. #and hes like. ................... and they're like ................ #ALSO see #trent: you want to know a secret? the notebook is only about fifty percent notes for the book. #the other fifty percent? notes on ted. extensive notes on terrible puns he's made and the like. this here? this line? #this notes that he said his favorite muffin is blueberry. i brought him a blueberry muffin the next morning and said it was just an extra. #this bit? this is just 'trent lasso' written three times in a row. next to it i seem to have scribbled 'why are his eyes so pretty'. hm #jamie in an awed whisper: why are you telling me this #trent leaning in: Because No One Will Believe You. #anyway thats how jamie and trent become friends #he can respect that #confuses the hell out of roy though #askbox #trent crimm #tedtrent #tedependent

[genderflu1dwh0r]

Tori was on some sucky date, she had been trying to get with someone long term cause she was ready to settle down. She was in her late 20's and for her, she was ready. Every date so far though has been shit, the guy brings her flowers, which she doesn't like cause they die too fast and she doesn't want them. They always end up talking about themselves and their interests instead of asking Tori about her or her interests. She was done with the bullshit, all she wanted was to find a guy who loved her and asked her how her day was. When she did get with someone long enough to meet their parents, she either hated them or they hated her.

It all sucked. She was on this date, he brought her one single rose, only talked about himself or his cars, ate like a pig, and complained about the wine. Tori absolutely hated him, but she was too nice to excuse herself. So, she sat there, drinking her wine, and listening to him. She would rather be dead. Apparently her expression showed it, cause she got a text. When she looked at it, her date didn't care, he was too busy talking about himself, she was surprised. She looked up and around, trying to find the person who texted her. Jade smirked at her, waving, she was by the bar drinking some fruity drink.

Tori smiled and looked back at her phone. Jade basically told her that she looked uncomfortable and that she was going to call her pretending to be her sister in an emergency so Tori could leave the date early. Suddenly her phone rang, that caught her and her date's attention. "Who's that?" He asked, a bit of anger seeped out. Tori kinda glared at him confused before rolling her eyes. "My sister, hold on, let me take this." She said answering, putting the phone up to her ear. Jade put on a childlike voice, making Tori smile a bit cause it was funny to hear her voice change. Jade told Tori that "this super sexy, black and purple haired, girl, with really good makeup, and a great personality broke into the house."

Tori wanted to laugh, but had to act like this was serious. She nodded and got up, grabbing her coat and purse. She looked at the guy and told him she needed to leave cause there was an emergency. She quickly left the building and hung up. She felt the cold night air hit her, she tensed a bit, she put her phone in her purse before putting her coat on. Tori felt someone pat her back, she looked over and saw Jade. She grabbed her and hugged her. "Thank you, Jade." She said happily, she was so happy to be out of that date. Jade hugged back slightly, nodding. She pulled away and looked at her. "No problem, you seem to be going to that restaurant a lot and posting about your bad dates." She teased.

Tori glared at her playfully before starting to walk, Jade quickly followed. Jade led them to a bar across the street and bought Tori some shots, Tori gladly took them and they both began to drink. Before they knew it, they were drunk and heading back to Jade's place. Jade unlocked the front door and let Tori in first, following behind and closing and locking the door. "Where's your bedroom?" Tori asked, her speech slurred. Jade pointed to the stairs as she went to the kitchen. "Up, to the left. The spare bedrooms are to the right." She said as she grabbed two water bottles and set them on the counter.

She then grabbed a box of Goldfish from the cabinet and the waters and made her way upstairs. She went to her bedroom and saw Tori sprawled out on her bed, passed out. Jade laughed and set the items down on the bedside table and started to take Tori's heels off. She knew that Tori wouldn't want to leave the bed, so Jade decided to take her heels off so if she got kicked in her sleep, she wouldn't die.

#victorious #jade west #tori vega #jori #jamie writes #idk #some scribble

[lupismaris]

Like realistically I acknowledge that in sound mind and body Flint would never do karaoke or sing in front of people

But i also believe in my heart of hearts that if you got enough drinks in him and called him too chicken shit to sing in front of people, and added the caveat that Charles Vane would and had in fact sang multiple times in public (for better or worse), he would then be convinced to do a round or 2 of karaoke

#dont mind me im just scribbling out the rough outline for The Walrus' Rodeo Night oneshot 😇 #which is Thomas' favorite themed night and Flint's least favorite because he always gets too drunk and tricked onto the bandstand #Jamie's fic Prompt fills

[bandtrees]

MORE unposted humanformers… they are fun to design>:]

(pictured: rodimus+rewind, pipes, getaway+tailgate, rung+brainstorm+nightbeat+skids+velocity+nautica, ratchet+pharma+firstaid, pharma again, tarn+kaon, rung, and tailgate+swerve!!!<33)

#scribbles #humanformers #humanformers mtmte #transformers #mtmte #more than meets the eye #maccadams #mtmte fanart #long posts #? #included the list in the caption bccc im too lazy to tag everyone :’] #ft the weird injoke of mine that is referring to rung as mr krabs #also ft a message from my pal Jamie’s liveblog!

[skyransketches]

a lil guy!

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #dragon art #dragon #character design #FRIEND #his name is jamie and he is just a happy lil guy #sky scribbles stuff #jamie

[the-insouciant-scientist]

:O would u maybe do josie alex and jam on E1 with the poly setup (qpr stuff is poly too,,,,)

Sleepy cozy ;w;

#auuuugh them <3 #seeing alex smile is. very strange but pleasant #art #art meme #the scientist scribbles #others ocs #alex hastings #josephine ashwood #jamie awnings

[fleetn-crab85]

My brain just flips between Turlough and Jamie like a pancake on a stove and it's Jamie's turn now to be on top

Image I.D. under the cut!

A pencil sketch of Jamie McCrimmon from Doctor Who. He has a bewildered expression on his face, which is surrounded by question marks on his right. The word "aye?" can be read on his left shoulder. He has black hair and a square jawline. He is wearing a black and white sheepskin vest with a lightly shaded collared shirt and striped necktie. End I.D.

#jamie mccrimmon #classic who #doctor who #crab’s favorite shows #crab's scribbles

[a-biochemist-not-a-bird]

Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hope Mackenzie & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Ace Peterson & Hope Mackenzie, Ace Peterson & Robin Hinton Characters: Hope Mackenzie, Ace Peterson, Robin Hinton, Agent Davis's Son (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Alya Fitzsimmons, Skye | Daisy Johnson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Reunions, Future Fic, Stream of Consciousness, Disability, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, slight ableism as a result of ignorance, but its corrected and stuff Summary:

Hope meets Ace, Robin, and Jamie at the "family" reunion.

ft. Aunt Daisy

#birdie scribbles #aos #hope mackenzie #daisy johnson #robin hinton #ace peterson #alya fitzsimmons #davis' kid #aka jamie davis #fic #mine #future fic #mack is referenced pretty much throughout

[emasperusual]

I question my decision to make this almost as much as I question my decision to post it.

Like, I’m not even sure that this isn’t Victoria in an outfit I don’t remember her in at an angle where I can’t see her face very well. But, the Wheel in Space joke only works if it’s Zoe.

I saw this screenshot and was like “the girl looks vaguely exasperated by whatever the fuck’s going on so why not?”

#doctor who #2nd doctor #zoe heriot #jamie mccrimmon #for anyone who knows the scribbled screenshots on my side blogs #i guess this is just my bullshit jumping fandoms