#my poor poor jimbo

[skatesnstuff]

i can’t. what the fuck. poor jimmy :(

ik it’s how the hockey world works but that’s fucked

i’ll still be rooting for him in philly but my baby 😭😭😭

#hockey #jamie drysdale #anaheim ducks #philadelphia flyers #MY UNDERAPPRECIATED BABY BOY #my poor poor jimbo #WAIT #I FORGOT ABOUT TREV #OH NO IT GOT WORSE

[slipknot-sic-0]

“I knew a girl in a box. Her name was Purity.”

“She lay as though she were in a trance.

With her long eyelashes fluttering like she was dreaming.

She said to him: I lie beyond the sea.

And then all of a sudden her head dipped back and she vanished…

Gone, gone without a trace.

…

Do you know what it’s like to live like that? The only one who knew me? Gone, just like that?

Coughing

So tired.

So tired and hungry..

Frail Limb Nursery.”

#a girl in a box is a girl who is dead or smt #hello my little followers and mutuals im sorry i wanted to be cryptic #that’s what this ac is for- #it’s for the bit #FOR THE RED AND BLACK RHEME AND FHE BEHAVIOR!!!! the weird behavior #poor little purity knight all locked up in her box #im going to deliver her a care package bc wtf boys #why she in a box and why are you singing a song corey ?? not an appropriate response #cut me show me enter- or whatever he said #purity knight: the story #PURITY!!! (mangled screaming) #anyway #slipknot #jim root #my gif #my post #jimbo

[donnerpartyofone]

This has been a really hard one to talk about. I'm always very ambivalent about mourning celebrities. I try to remember that I don't know these people, that what is really mourned by most of us is the person's ongoing work, which in the best cases has helped us understand ourselves and the world in which we live. Unavoidably, though, you can start to develop the sense that you know these people personally, which isn't true or even appropriate necessarily, I mean you have no idea whether you would even like someone you've only seen on a screen or received an autograph from; but at the same time, I don't know if you can really force yourself not to feel like the deceased celebrity is a dear friend you will never get to talk to again (the last time I tried and failed was the passing of Lux Interior). Maybe this is more forgivable, and also more inevitable, if you feel like you grew up with the person.

Of course this is all about ME now, but my mother (who also died from cancer) was an extremely hip, brilliant, funny individual who for whatever reason refused to form a relationship with me. This was pretty strange, because we liked a lot of the same things--B movies, old comics, all types of camp and kitsch--but when I liked those things, it was in poor taste and punishable by exile, whereas when she liked those things, it was evidence of her cultural genius. Before I make anybody too mad I should say that I'm being a little bit unfairly reductive just so I can get to the point, which is that one of the few things we could share was Pee-Wee's Playhouse. I didn't know anything about the show's more adult origins or the fact that Paul Reubens was sort of a performance artist, but I didn't have to. Pee-Wee's Playhouse was a feast for any child's senses: stylish, hilarious, and on some subliminal level, really sophisticated. I was clued into some of what was going on just because I watched it with my mom, who always laughed at Pee-Wee's winks and nudges to the hep parents in the audience. The show might have been my first encounter with the kind of anthropological humor favored by people like David Byrne and Laurie Anderson, artists who engage subversively with cliches, stereotypes, and other memetic parts of popular culture. In Pee-Wee's Playhouse, with its sharp, edgy cast and crew, kids like me were getting into fine art without even knowing it--which is possibly the best way to learn about art anyway.

In fact, on the other side of our house, I became obsessed with Gary Panter's incredible punk opus Jimbo In Paradise, a Dantesque comic book about an innocent young guy living in a dystopian future, where he is occasionally joined by guest stars such as Nancy and Hedorah. I was about 7 when I started reading Jimbo over and over again even though I could barely understand it, and I had no idea that Gary had pretty much designed Pee-Wee's Playhouse. I'm speaking about him so familiarly because I got to know him a little bit as a grownup. I remember Gary talking about how private Paul Reubens could be. He used to do this thing where he would accept a dinner invitation from anybody who asked, as sort of a stunt, but he had to stop doing it because people became so intrusive and entitled with him. Gary said that they'd be walking around in New York and when they saw an obvious Pee-Wee fan gearing up for an offensive, Paul Reubens would sort of transform into this totally different person, putting out an aura that let you know not to fuck with him. It's crazy-making to think that someone who was so protective of the boundary between his private and public selves had to suffer that ridiculous arrest, but it's heartening that most of society eventually grew the fuck up and forgot about it. It's also helpful to remember when he turned up later on the MTV Music Video Awards and started off by asking the audience, "HEARD ANY GOOD JOKES LATELY??"

I'm glad we got one more Pee-Wee special in the past several years, but I always wished that we would see Paul Reubens in more movies. He was such a cool actor, funny, convincing, and naturally charismatic. While people are cycling through their favorite roles of his, I want to point out that he had a great role on a recent HBO miniseries called Mosaic, an intense, engrossing crime drama that I definitely recommend if you have access. Maybe I'll rewatch it, too. In closing, here's a great story that I grabbed from Facebook that should warm everybody's heart, along with the heartbreaking statement (inappropriately cropped by Instagram of course) released upon the death of the very private Pee-Wee Herman. It makes you wish you could thank him in person, for everything. The best we can do is just remember him.

[firstkanaphans]

I love that Jim doesn’t have enough money to stock his fridge with actual food for his human child, but he does have enough money to buy fancy cat treats for Jimbo. I, too, make poor financial decisions for my pets.

#he could probably afford an extra beer a day if he stopped spoiling his cat #moonlight chicken

[david-goldrock]

A song explaining nethanyahu's trials

It is based on the song "I did it" by Jimbo Jay, which talks about the expirience of a freed solider, and also criticises the usage of the word "do" instead of the correct verb (did instead of played, smoked, had sex with etc.)

translation:

I did it * 13 what is "I bribed"? I did a favor I helped some friend with visa buisness Didn't google him, they say he's a milioner Firgen a champaign, a jewel for the wife (firgen is a verb meaning had given respect and gave something) So I did respect for him, It's a way of life later I did a meeting with Nony (Moses, the owner of the news site Walla) write that I am a dreamy PM And I will close Israel Hayom (A different news site, funded mainly by bibi, competing with him) But I did a prank on him, it isn't for real for nothing Ari Haro pressed record (A key withness) It's all on political grounds I swear I didn't

do \ did it * 7 n't did it * 7

what is "I Combined?" (Combina, from the word "combine" in english, meaning a sleasy and cheap deal) I did a deal! I got from Merkel a pretty wonderous price for a bunch of submarines that we really don't need But you "don't do the math" when it comes to security Financial security for my cousin, Shimron Who by the way never told me anything Not him, and not the commander of the navy when they asked me "are you related to the deal?" I did, I did a fool's face I said "Me? I am not related to that What's a submarine? is it something at sea? Ask the (judicial) advisor that I appointed I am telling you, I didn't"

do \ did it * 7 n't did it * 7

(my favorite part of the song, stops talking about the trials and starts to talk about:)

But leave that aside for the moment. I didn't do peace, no give or takes, I didn't do much about the reactor in Iran I didn't do anything to decrease the differences (between social classes) I didn't do anything to lower the prices So how did I win elections anyway? I did what I know how to do (turned and did are the same word here, and the meaning is turned the public opinion of) I turned police to liars The Prison service to cowards The Supreme court to subversives The leftists to traitors The handicapped to traffic I defecated on the President I turned half of my people to sours (also pickles, referencing a speech he made in which he talked this way about anyone who isn't poor) In short I:

Incited * 32

#טאמבלר ישראלי #טמבלר ישראלי #ישראל #ישראלבלר #ישראלים #עם ישראל חי #עברית #חרבות ברזל #ישר #ישראבלר #ישרבלר

[justaghostingon]

The Random Guy in the Carbonite

Or, Jin Ling Meets a Man who is “Definitely not the Yiling Patriarch” 

An Untamed star wars au.

Jin ling will admit in the privacy of his own mind, that he did not think this through. Running off to confront one of the most notorious crime bosses of the outer rim was one thing, but ditching the Jedi hired specifically to protect him was not his best move. 

In his defense, they had been very annoying. His Uncle and the Jedi master had gotten into a long fight over what plan was best, forgetting entirely that they were Senator Jiang Cheng of Yumeng, famed force user and war hero, and Hanguang-jun, the single most respected of the Lan Jedi to walk the earth. But noooo. Put them together and they argue like children!

People were dying! The clock was ticking down, and Jin Ling had to do something dammit!

What was the point of being the future emperor himself if he couldn’t even save one measly planet from the Hutts?

So yeah, he’d snuck out on his own, confronted the Hutts, and gotten thrown in this dark empty cell, surrounded with solid metal and cut off from his father’s lightsaber. 

Well, not completely alone. In the wall was a carbonite encasing of a man, frozen mid scream. At least, Jin Ling assumed it was a man. He looked human, and the cut of his robes were distinctly masculine, but there really was no knowing for sure until he was released. 

A grating noise from above snapped his attention away from his frozen companion. Light filtered in as a mechanism removed the dark metal lid above. Jin Ling blinked his eyes, taking a few minutes to realize that this was not salvation or release, but another worse punishment, humiliation.

For above him, separated only by a metal grate, was a growling, hooting crowd of the worst looking ruffians he’d ever seen. 

“Welcome guests!” Jimbo the Hutt’s booming voice echoed in the circular arena Jin Ling now realized he was in side. “To witness the battle of a life time!”

“In the corner we have Jin Rulan!” A loud booing filled Jin Ling’s ears.

“You’re going to regret this when my Uncle gets here!” Jin Ling shouted back. “And its Jin Ling!”

“The feisty heir to the emperor himself! Quite the challenger!” Jimbo continued as if he’d not heard Jin Ling. “But lets see how he does against his family’s natural enemy...”

A pure red beam hit the carbonite. Heat danced across Jin Ling’s skin, forcing him to step back as far as he could. Little by little, the carbon melted off, freeing the man beneath. 

“...The Yiling Patriarch!!” Jimbo’s voice boomed as the man inside stepped out.

Jin Ling’s blood beat fast in his ears. The Yiling Patriarch? The man who’d made him an orphan, who’d led the second great rebellion against the emperor himself, notorious sith and master of the dead. His knees began to knock. He wanted his Uncle, who’d defeated the man last, froze him in carbonite, and only lost him due to an unexpected attack of pirates. He wanted his dad, who he’d never known, but most of all he wanted Fairy, who Uncle had said would be a hinderance on this particular mission. She would have never let him get caught like this. 

The Yiling Patriarch turned his head towards him, black eyes met large and grey, before grey rolled back, and the Yiling Patriarch, feared destroyer of worlds and killer of millions, proceeds to fall flat on his face in a dead fate.

Jin Ling blinked. What the heck was that? 

Now he could see him clearer, he began to notice the discrepancies in the supposed enemy of all light force users. His robes were grey and black, but rough and patchy, clearly of poor make. Even the bright red ribbon in his hair was worn on the ends from what was likely years of use. The man himself was too thin, cheeks gaunt from hunger, and far to pale. 

In short, this man was definitely not the Yiling Patriarch. 

Jin Ling felt a bit foolish. He of all people should have known it wasn’t. After all, his Uncle had been getting sent carbon frozen bodies of “sith users” and the “Yiling Patriarch” since he was a little kid. His Uncle had diligently unfrozen every single one, confronting them on the accusations they’d been brought to him for. Some had been genuine wannabe sith, although nowhere near the level of the Yiling Patriarch. But most had just been ordinary folks who’d bought the cheeper carbon-freezing ticket for space travel on some shady ship, and gotten sold off as a novelty for looking a bit to similar to Wei Wuxian.

Lotus Pier had gotten a reputation for being a very good place to go to rescue stolen family members from these so called carbon thieves. 

If Jin Ling had to guess, he’d say this guy was a farmer. He nudged the guy with his foot. 

“Hey, wake up.”

The man groaned but didn’t move. Jin Ling shoved him harder. “Get up! This isn’t the place to take a nap!”

He reached his hand down and stuck a finger in the man’s ear. The man gave a shriek and flung himself up and away.

“Shidi what the Hell...” the man’s voice faded as he took in Jin Ling, and then the crowd above them. “...what is going on.”

“You got mistaken for the Yiling Patriarch and now they want us to fight.” Jin Ling shrugged. “Now stop being a baby and help me find a way out!”

“Mistaken?” the man blinked at him.

“Yeah, it happens,” Jin Ling scowled. “Don’t buy shady tickets next time.”

“Hehe, that’s very wise young master,” the man grinned. “You’re pretty smart for a Jin.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jin Ling shook his fist.

“So snippy! No mother to teach you manners I see!” the man laughed.

Jin Ling saw red. He didn’t care that this guy was a civilian, no one talked about his mother like that. He charged forward, fist swinging.

The man stepped easily out of his way. “Good job,” he whispered to Jin Ling as he passed his ear. “Keep fighting like that.”

“Oh I’ll show you a fight!” Jin Ling aimed a kick at the man, but he sidestepped once again. 

“Touchy, touchy,” the man shook his head. “I’m trying to get us out of here, you really think they’d let us go if they realized we weren't going to fight?”

Jin Ling lowered his fist. “So you’re doing this on purpose?”

“Of course,” the man struck forward with surprisingly good form. Jin Ling barely managed to parry, and that was only thanks to the unnatural quickness that all force users possessed. “We need a proper distraction if we’re to get out of here.”

“And how are we going to do that?” Jin ling struck out again.

“Oh I’m not going to do anything,” the man laughed and aimed a kick at Jin Ling’s face. “I’m a civilian remember? You’re going to get us out of here.”

“How?” Jin Ling dove forward, but missed, hitting the metal wall instead. 

“Using the force of course!” the man laughed. “Find the seams of the metal and the bolts holding it down, somewhere here there has to be a trash shoot. They wouldn’t want to keep dead bodies in here long term.”

“That’s not how the force works!” Jin Ling shot back, then stopped. the man’s suggestion hadn’t been wrong exactly, just not worded very well. Jin Ling hardly had the skill to sense nonhuman things like metal, but all dead things were once living. If there was a trash shoot, he cold find it, he just had to follow the decay.

He closed his eyes and concentrated. The life of the mob above was loud and wild, but down here there were only two signatures, his own and the flickering of the man he was fighting, and just behind him...

“There!” Jin Ling dove forward, slamming directly into the carbon casing.

“Ouch,” the man tutted as he watched Jin Ling stumble back to his feet. “Let your senior help here okay? I’ve worked in the fields, I’m stronger than I look.”

Jin Ling stepped back as the man circled his old prison, thumb in his mouth. Above them the murmuring of the crowd quieted to a disgruntled hum, no doubt wondering what they were doing now they weren’t fighting.

The man darted forward, to the side of the carbon casing. Back to Jin Ling, he shoved his whole wait against the casing. For a second nothing happened, Then the force flickered, a sour taste filled Jin Ling’s mouth, and the casing moved, inch by inch, but faster every second, until the hole beneath it was visible. 

Jin Ling frowned. But the taste on the edge of his senses was gone as soon as it came. Had that man used the force? 

“What are you waiting for?” the man called. “Thinking later. Escape now!”So saying, he threw himself down the hole. 

“Stop him!” Jimbo screamed.

Jin Ling cursed and dove after the man. Together they tumbled down the dark shaft, a disorienting fall of head over feet until it finally met its slimy end in a splat of water.

“Ugh,” Jin Ling pulled himself up. The stench was horrific, iron and rot and sick, sick sick. His clothes were soaked with who knows what and there was slime in his hair...

“Don’t look!” the man slammed a hand over Jin Ling’s eyes. His voice gentled. “This isn’t a sight for young ones.”

“I’m not a kid,” Jin Ling knocked the hand from his eyes. He blinked at his new surroundings, and promptly threw up.

Bodies lay all around them, some complete, some in pieces, some near skeletons and others almost fresh. Jin Ling ducked his head to stare at his own feet, standing next to the decomposing flesh of a human face...

A hand covered his eyes again. 

“It’s okay,” the man whispered in his ears. “It’s a lot for anyone. Just don’t look. I can handle it from now on okay?”

Jin Ling nodded and took a deep breath trying to center himself in the force like his Uncle had taught him, but the decay and agony stirred the dark side of the force, making it a struggle.

He heard the man move away, rummaging around in the piss/blood/water.

“What are you looking for?” he asked.

“Just some tools,” the man reassured him. “I know a thing or two about mechanics, and I can get us out.”

“Hurry,” Jin Ling choked out, the force was moving all wrong, resentment thick in the air. Even his companion’s presence seemed to flicker in and out against it, leaving him uncertain where exactly he was.

A click echoed through the sound. “Done,” the man said. 

Jin Ling began to lower his hand, but the man’s own stopped him. “It’s alright,” the man’s hand lowered to Jin Ling’s elbow. “The way it clear. You don’t need to look again, I’ll lead you.” 

Jin Ling wanted to protest, to point out he wasn’t a baby, he could handle it, but the dark side of the force was choking him, eating away at his bravado until all the remained was the scared boy who really, really wanted his Uncle.

 “That’s it,” the man spoke as he guided Jin Ling forward. “Step up now, over the entrance, good, good. There we go.”

Jin Ling’s feet stepped onto solid ground, the faint clink of metal beneath his boots. Behind him the resentment rose up, a furious at being robbed of its prey. Then another, sharper, redder resentment clashed with it, sending it back into the trash pit. A loud clank sounded behind him, and both presences cut off. 

“You can look now,” the man said.

Jin Ling blinked the spots from his eyes. They were in a corridor, just another black metal like all the others in this maze of a palace. Beside him, the man knelt before a control panel, having yanked it open to fiddle with the wiring. 

“What are you doing?” Jin Ling scowled, trying to recollect himself. “We need to run!”

“Not without a map we aren’t!” The man said. The panel glowed green under his fingers and he laughed with delight. “Bingo!”

Jin Ling leaned over him, to look at the small screen built in above the wires, dictating two pathways in red and green. “Is that the way out?”

“Not bad for a radish farmer is it?” the man beamed. “Let’s go!”

“Wait.” Jin Ling shook his head. “I can’t go. I have to get my lightsaber.”

“Just build another one,” the man dismissed, reaching out to drag Jin Ling towards the path.

“I can’t!” Jin Ling bristled, shoving the man off. “It was my fathers! It’s all I have left of him!”

The man stopped. “Your father’s?”

“Yes!” Jin Ling crossed his arms. “And I’m not leaving it!”

The man hesitated.

“It also has a tracker in it,” Jin Ling went for the killing blow. “And a panic button. We hit it and the Jedi and the whole of Yumeng Jiang will come down on their heads!”

“Yumeng Jiang?” the man startled.

“My uncle,” Jin Ling sniffed. “So its our best bet.”

“Okay.” The man let out a breath. “Okay you can go to your lightsaber. I’ll calculate you a path. But as for me...I’m getting out of here.”

Jin Ling abruptly remembered that this man was a civilian. He didn’t ask to get mixed up in this. “Fine.” 

The man gave him a small smile. He reached into the control panel and pressed a few more buttons before pulling the screen itself out and shoving it into Jin Ling’s hands.

“This map will lead you to your lightsaber,” he said.

“What about you?” Jin Ling asked.

“It’s all up here,” the man rapped his knuckles on his head. “Don’t worry about me.” The smile slid off his face. “Be safe Jin Rulan.”

“Jin Ling,” Jin Ling corrected automatically. “How did you...” the man raised an eyebrow. Right. Emperors nephew. Famous. Of course he knew his name. 

Speaking of which...”What’s yours?” Jin Ling asked. The man had never said, and unlike Jin Ling, he didn’t have his plastered all across the galaxy. All he knew was it wasn’t Wei Wuxian.

“Yuandao,” the man smiled. “I’m Yuandao the radish farmer.” 

“Yuandao,” Jin Ling repeated. “Come to Yumeng when you’re free. My Uncle will help you find your family. They’ll probably be worried since you got frozen.”

Yuandao’s smile twisted. “Goodbye Jin Ling.”

“Goodbye.” Jin Ling awkwardly agreed, before taking off down the hall towards his lightsaber. He had an Uncle to call. 

-------

Behind him the man who was not Yuandao stood and watched until the boy was out of sight. Then he turned back to the trash door and opened it, to meet the standing force of the dead within. 

He nodded to one of the fresher dead who still wore the uniform of the Hutt’s staff. “Follow him, make sure he gets there safely but don’t be seen. Lie still on the ground so that they think you’re a fresh kill. As for the rest of you,” His eyes flashed red.

“Make sure to teach that Hutt a lesson.

#the untamed #wei wuxian #jin ling #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #mdzs au #the untamed au #star wars au #untamed star wars au #wei wuxian is a little out of character but listen #no one messes with shijie's kid

[charm-eb]

hi. i have an au to unpack so get ready wemen and men and people whose genders are bent

so... 2 much anxiety fairly oddparents au aha

SO BASICALLY its a pretty well known the fact that timmys life is miserable hence he got fairys but what if timmys parents are people who should get a divorce like if timmys parents isnt leaving timmy alone with vicky to do something and is at home they argue and what if timmy got cosmo and wanda a bit later than he did and what if vicky does things way worse.

so thats why timmy has so much anxiety for this au

now some of you may wonder from the fact that i am a nicktoons unite fan what happens in nicktoons unite!

well timmy isnt really so agressive only when provoked and since timmy already knows jimmy and trusts him he trusts the others too

now WHAT ABOUT MY DANNY AND TIMMY COUSINS HC (not the head cannon that timmy accidentally summons danny)

well for this i think the cousins never met each other till nu gang happened and LET ME TELL YA WHY

because for timmys parents and dannys parents just dont interact often. sure they call eachother from time to time but havent gone to each others places

or danny and timmy met before but timmy was so young he didnt remember (no this isnt a reference to forgor au i swear 😭)

im getting a bit off track so BACK TO 2ma

timmy before getting fairies (remember i said he got fairies later) sometimes cries himself to sleep or listen to music because timmys parents are so fucking loud when fighting at night.

the reason why cosmo and wanda was given to timmy later is because timmy would get vicky as a babysitter later because timmys parents are trying to fall in love again neglecting timmy

AND WHAT ABOUT CROCKEERRRR so crocker has a suspission to all of his class to have FAIRY 💥 GOD 💥 PARENTS (sorry i have to) and he does know that miserable children gets them (if you think about it timmys class are all miserable in thier own way like chester being poor but he shrugs it off.

timmy however before getting fairies is already having too much anxiety (see what i did there) and pretty much everyone notices that but his parents because they are lumps of shit so crocker began looking for evidence of fairy yod parents on timmy which well since timmy didnt have fairies yet and from how much crocker keeps looking there is no fairies he even asked timmy himself if he had fairies and timmy look up to crocker anxiety gilled thinking he missed something and ask whats a FAIRY 💥 GOD 💥 PARENTS and crocker still keeps looking but he just finds out timmy doesnt have fairies and how miserable timmy is to the point hes crying himself to sleep so he shrug it off and just thought timmy is just miserable but not miserable enough to have fairies. until timmy just shows up to class without anxiety and everyone is worried but that was the day timmy gets his fairies and as days go on and crocker gets suspicions again and boom the fop series but ill cut after poof seasons because no.

timmy is still a rulebreaker and even after getting fairies he still have anxiety becuase anxiety doesnt go away like that

but wait i have to talk about something..

JIMMYTIMMYPOWERHOUR

so yeah remember i said in the nicktoons unite bit that timmy trusts jimmy from jtph? yeah so-

timmy accidentally wishes to go there right and then met jimbo and hes a mad fuck lmfao.

it basically went "what the fuck who are you" "IM SORRY I DIDNT M-MEANT TO GET HERE I- I GOT HERE BY AC-ACCIDENT I DONT KNOW THIS PLACE WHERE AM I IM S-SORRY IF I BROKE ANYTHING IM SORRY-" aha..

and yknow the whole jtph happened but timmy have anxiety and stutters alot... alot.

lets just say for this au jimmy is the one who gets feelings first

so what about the other 2 jtph well its practically the same but yknow timmy anxiety and stutter but from one to another it lowers down.

EXTRAS

REMEMBER MY DANNY GETS SUMMONED BY TIMMY ACCIDENT HC? YEAH HE DID ACCIDENTALLY DO THAT AND BRO 2MA TIMMY IS APOLOGIZING SO MUCH BRUV

also uhh drawings of him becuase 💔

the first 2 i actually shared in discord earlier

gonna make more content for this but feel free to use this au

oh and one more thing to note here when hanging out with the nu gang as buddies not beating up baddies when timmy meets gary he loves him. he practically loves all pets but gary is just yes there is no meaning behind it just timother loevs snials

#nicktoons unite #the fairly oddparents #timmy turner #fop #nickelodeon #fairly oddparents #jimmy neutron boy genius #jimmy neutron #danny phantom #2ma au #2 much anxiety au #my aus #jimmytimmy #timmyjimmy #jimmy timmy power hour #jtph #spongebob squarepants

[hils79]

Hils Watches Moonlight Chicken - Ep 6

I don't think I will ever be over how fondly Jim looks at Wen

When you find a place of your own we'll talk about the fact that you should just live here with me

I thought he was going to be terrible cook just because it would be funny him cooking for someone who is a chef. But yay Wen can cook they can run the restaurant together

Yay finally more Jimbo content!

Jim: We're just friends. Friends who cuddle and talk about our deepest feelings

Oh you did not just say that

Now we've resolved Wen's tragic backstory it's time to do Jim's

OH SHIT! Okay, I wasn't expecting it to be THAT tragic

Aww Alan. He's not a bad person. And at least he's being honest instead of being a dick.

Aww this poor sweet boy. I'm still hoping for Gaipa/Alan endgame but they still haven't met and there's only two episodes left so my hope is dwindling

:(

Nooooo he's crying! He definitely needs a nice boyfriend who loves him back

Ooh does Earth have a tattoo?

Arms. Neckline.

You can pet his hair! It's okay!

That's better

"How hard can it be to find a woman where we only have one photo of her and don't know anything about her?" Literally the next scene they've found her so I guess not that hard!

I love that the first word Heart has spoken out loud in this entire drama is the cat's name. Jimbo should be the star of this drama.

Oh no Jim is totally going to walk in on them kissing

OH SHIT NOT MY SON

FFS Gong you've been telling Wen to leave Alan for months and now that he has you expect him to come straight back? What, you can't take care of your friend you want his ex-boyfriend to do it?

These poor boys can't catch a break. And now I'm back to thinking it's going to end with Wen staying with Alan.

#hils watches #hils watches moonlight chicken #hils watches tdramas #moonlight chicken #tdrama

[yellowhollyhock]

What do y’all think the turtles favorite kids movies would be (not their favorite movies as kids but their favorite kids movies that they still like as adults. If that makes any sense)?

Leo: Treasure Planet

Because he loves adventure! And it’s literature! (He loves the book itself and the Muppet adaptation as well). And it’s about space! He’s been to space! And the actual reason is the father-son themes. The way Jimbo so desperately needs a dad would 1) remind Leo of himself, not because he lacks that but because it resonates with him how important that relationship is and 2) make him want to adopt this angry teenager trying to save his family and the world by himself not that it reminds him of anyone.

I do think Jimbo would remind him of both himself and Raph. He’s 15 when his adventure starts too. He would love that there are elements that would make him think of each brother (Mikey probably said ‘go Delbert, go Delbert,’ to hype himself up for literally everything for at least a couple days every time they watched it, Donnie would simultaneously love Delbert and find him annoying, wow it’s mostly Delbert huh). Besides let’s be real Captain Amelia is his idol. At 12 he wanted to be just like her when he grows up and he still wants to just like her when he’s 16, 24, 30 etc.

Raph: Brother Bear

This one took me the longest to settle on, but I do think this is Raph’s movie. Coming of age, what masculinity means, sibling bonds, the devastation of losing a family member, being afraid of other people wanting to hurt you and your loved ones only to have to face the monster within yourself. The fact that Denahi blames Kenai for Sitka’s death, I think would cut Raph deep (he’s afraid of failing to protect or maybe even accidentally hurting people he cares about, he’s also afraid of rejection and judgment). Kenai facing up and taking responsibility for his mistakes (which are really the mistakes of his entire people) would hit a chord with him for sure, and overall the themes of forgiveness. He would find Koda soooo annoying and also immediately love him soooo much. The themes of the spirit world would secretly make him think about Hamato Yoshi and the connection he and his brothers have with him.

He would pretend to hate the two moose, but yet he is the one who keeps picking this movie… (squints suspiciously)

Donny: The Iron Giant

This was my initial thought and I tried to dismiss. I said to myself, girrrl that’s so surface level, he wouldn’t just pick the movie with a cool robot, dig a little deeper and find something with jokes he’d laugh at and themes that’d resonate with him.

But the thing is. It’s Iron Giant. Themes of greed vs innocence, war vs peace? Donny always gets those types of side quests, like how close he is with Fugitoid and the aliens him and April found Augie. He’s the dreamer; the possibility of a peaceful world is on his mind and in his motivations. There’s also Hogarth feeling socially isolated because he’s so smart, which you know Don’s situation is pretty different but still, there’s definitely some relatability there. And plus guys, the Iron Giant not understanding where he came from, not knowing if he has a soul or not—super relevant to the turtles, and particularly Don who was the first to recognize the TCRI initials (and therefore in my heart the one who has been most consistently curious about his origins). Interesting thing too—Donny does seem to worry about Splinter and worrying about his mom is definitely an important thing going on with Hogarth. Then there’s Dean, who I think would remind him of Kirby. It’s a movie that invites further research too, it really places itself in history. Don would love both researching and lecturing whoever makes the mistake of watching it with him (poor Angel lol she is not prepared).

And in the end, it’s a cool freaking robot. He would absolutely be obsessing over the design and doodling ideas about making his own.

Mikey: Lilo and Stitch

I think our monster movie connoisseur would love the idea of Stitch. Jumba and Pleakley is his otp of all time. He tells everyone he loves the movie for Pleakley’s head getting eaten and Lilo’s photography and voodoo and Stitch taunting Captain Gantu with his butt against the window, and yeah it is very much his brand of humor. But everyone knows he cries at the ugly duckling scene absolutely without fail, and usually the wishing on a star theme, and definitely the “this is my family.” Found family is something all the turtles would appreciate in art but I think especially Mikey. That and, he loves quoting entire scenes. Especially the tuna fish sandwich scene, Bubble’s first visit, and Jumba’s chase down with Stitch (“oh good, my dog found the chainsaw”).

Also he loves the music. I mean who doesn’t?

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #2003 donnie #2003 raph #2003 leo #2003 mikey #did I just rant about my fave movies? why yes. yes I did #iron giant #treasure planet #lilo and stitch #brother bear

[issela-santina]

look I'm going to describe the following video underneath before the file itself but this tickled my Good Omens brainrot in a weird way

SENSORY NOTES: loud abrasive industrial dance music

Video by Tohid Azimi (ta2020photography on Instagram) of two bald eagles in flight. One catches the other for both to spin around each other in the air, holding onto each other by the talons before separating. This “daredevil cartwheel” has been described as courtship behaviour.

you know who's the most likely among the characters to actually try this out?

these two gravitational bastards right here

I don't even ship Crowley and Gabriel (as of this posting) given the canonical secondhand trauma Gabriel shoved into Crowley's face in season 1

I just believe that our beloved Jimbo the himbo is curious enough to try it and poor old Crowley would have to intercept the ex-Archangel's flight and turn it into that cartwheel just for the style

Crowley would do the same if the other angel he's catching in the air was Aziraphale who's even more scared of falling than most

Beelzebub is just not interested so they're sitting on a rooftop having a buzz over their first bag of popcorn in forever

#good omens #ineffable bureaucracy #ineffable husbands #good omens gabriel #good omens crowley #bald eagle

[aurinkomoukari]

the one where Jim kidnaps you (37513 words) by aurinkomoukari Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Slipknot (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jim Root/Reader Characters: Jim Root, Reader, Corey Taylor Additional Tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, yup my kidnapping fic will have fluff lmao, Asshole Exes, Low Self-Esteem, body issues, kinda angsty nihilism, mentions of death and cancer, I’M GOING SOMEWHERE WITH THIS OK???, LIKE SERIOUSLY BEAR WITH ME, heavy metal festivals, Jim being cute and awkward and charming and adorable 🥺, Hardcore flirting, Praise, oops i mean TOOTH-ROTTING PRAISE, corey as a supporting character, spiked drinks, Drugging, BAD COREY, Kidnapping, supernatural shit, demon jim, demon corey, THEY’RE ALL DEMONS!! 😈, well………… sort of, Jim being the most awkward demon in the history of demons 😩😩😩, Imprisonment, Jail cells, but at least they got good linens and Netflix over there lmao, Mating Cycles, going into heat, Breeding, Extinction, reader is very breedable, SO OBVIOUSLY DEMON JIM HAS TO BREED U Y’KNOW, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, hunger strike, but it’s short-lived bc jim won’t tolerate your bullshit, JIM DOLES OUT TOUGH LOVE, Caregiving, Tenderness, super fluffy, Consoling, Affection, gentle jim 🥺, very confusing feelings toward your captor, it’s the brief moment of calm before the shit storm so…………………… yeah, extremely realistic nightmares, Rape, non-con, Crying, Forced Orgasms, BAD JIMBO!, Anxiety, Panic, Kind of a Mental Breakdown, READ THE TAGS PLEASE 🙏🏼, AND BRACE YOURSELF FOR ALL THE DEMON WANG, desperate escape attempts, FLIMSY LOGIC, the Slipknot boys join the party!!!, Violence, poor jimbo gets hit in the face, AND a little mauled by his brothers, so not a good moment to be an enormous awkward demon giraffe lmao, VERY ANGRY JIM 🤬

Chapter summary:

Still stuck in a cloud of anxiety and distress, you decide to make a run for it. Unfortunately you’re up against powers you don’t understand and Jim has to make huge sacrifices to save you from a grim fate…

#jim root #james root #slipknot fanfic #fanfic #AO3 fanfic #poor jimbo won't know what hit him 🥺🥺🥺 #there's no demon wang this time but there ARE gratuitous references to 'wolverine' lmao

[quandaryqueen]

Do you have any ideas on being a Nygmapott kid? Like I love those two dweebs so much. Like it would chaotic as fuck to be raised by them but the fits you would show up with on picture day would be immaculate and what kid doesn’t need a knife in their school supplies?

You are my dads, you're my dads! Boogie woogie woogie!

Parents NygmaCobblepot X Child Reader

Yes, I have ideas 😍 I love this concept so so much we need more of it here in this hellsite omg familial/platonic fics have a special place in my heart 💝 also I'm adding some big brother Martin! Thank you for the request!

💚 Let's start with our family dynamic:

Edward is the fretting mama hen. Remember that one episode where he reminded Jimbo and Bullock not to forget to wear rubber-soled boots? Yes, that is your dad. He's the one who carries snacks, a first aid kit, sewing kit, fire starters, anything his curious little dove needs for nourishment.

You tripped?

"Oh you poor dear! Are you alright? Let's get you up, upsy-daisy! There we go! Hmm... Does the scrape hurt? Here, let's patch you up."

Skipping meals? Oh you are never doing that especially in his vicinity.

"Dinner's rea-- what do you mean you just ate? Look at you! I insist, come here. I made you your favourite!"

Of course, the go-to person to help you with school work.

"Yes, my dove? Pythagorean theorem? Why of course I'll help you!"

An absolute delight, a touch too protective at times and would mope if you don't give him attention and will become passive aggressive because of it, bit clingy at times as well. With his intelligence, he expects you aspire to be at the same level as he is and it's okay if you don't achieve that feat. Huh, he sounds like an Asian mother.

🖤 Oswald is a bit more laid-back. Well, more laid-back compared to Edward, that is. He knows that as Penguin, myriads of enemies had pinned him and Edward at the top of hitlists, his relation with you would be put in jeopardy, therefore this brings out his streak of overprotective nature... He puts you up for extensive amounts of self-defence trainings, handling of weapons and of course, given you bodyguards. Now bodyguards is a bit extra, but your father insists.

"Little dove, I'm going to need you to take your uncle Zsasz with you in this school trip. No it's not 'too much', it's just an extra precaution. Now I also need you to take the pocket knife your dad gave you just in case and keep it hidden, because your school is a bit dramatic."

Other than that, he is more laid-back. He trusts you can take care of yourself and reassures you if ever you need help, he and your dad are always there for you and would give you anything you need.

"You need three tubs of acid? I'll lend you some funds to use and buy yourselves protective gears too. Make sure you have your older brother with you."

Oswald is the father who often sits down with his children to tell them stories and life stories, introducing figures from his past that made him as he is now (your grandmother Gertrude, of course), lessons, advice and the like as a family pass time. He feels as though the most valuable thing he can pass to his children are his stories and how it shaped him, hoping they can pave their own stories, walk their paths with their head held up high no matter the obstacles, bounce back from disasters and whatnot.

He is one of those parents who thinks their children are absolute angels.

"My dove can do no wrong! They're a sweet little cherub, they couldn't have pushed that little brat of yours for no good reason!"

And he will throw hands to those who disagree.

🤍 Big brother Martin is a sassy lad who is begrudgingly being dragged anywhere if ever his demon of a little sibling has some murderous plans to fulfil. Sneaky little thing and a smooth liar with ingénue eyes, no one would ever suspect him of staying up until midnight to bury a body with you.

"Fine, but you owe me dessert for three weeks."

As siblings, there's the tendancy to be playfully hostile to one another and that is something you both have-- such as flipping each other off when parents aren't looking, or childishly sticking tongues out, being sarcastic to one another, annoying and inconveniencing the other, etc etc but nothing will ever divide you.

"Hey dork. I'm heading out. You want something?"

💚 Edward is the "Does not want pets" kind of dad and will fight to the death to insist that pets are not needed in the household... Then after begrudgingly adopting a pet, he'll be found being an absolute sweetheart to the new addition to your family.

Each others confidant, because there are things you cannot tell your dad and father, lest they should ground you for life and your older brother Martin says not a word just so long you keep his secrets safe as well.

"Thanks for being attentive. I feel so much better."

Oh Oswald was the definitely the one that brought up the idea of buying a pet and did not stop standing his ground and doing whatever it takes to adopt a pet. If the Penguin is something, he is determined. His determination is extra strong if his children are in total agreement of having a pet.

🖤 Dad Edward and Father Oswald would be in total support of whatever their interests and hobbies their children are pursuing.

"Go ahead, little doves."

"Enjoy! Don't forget to eat your sandwiches!"

They can't promise they would always be there because let's be honest, as the Riddler and Penguin, they are most likely having the usual in and out of Arkham but goddamnit, they always make sure you're having the time of your life and aware of their support for you.

🤍 Ohohohooo, picture day would be immaculate indeed. See those two divas? What should happen if the said divas were to raise children of their own? Pass on their diva-ness, of course and with diva-ness, comes with highly eccentric, yet fashionable senses. Now expenses are not a problem for the two husband's because you know *cough* but anyways, they both give you immense amount of selections of clothes you could want and more.

Oh to pull up in picture day and pose for the camera, now there's a portrait of bad bitches right there. And family pictures are bomb of course especially when your dad is highly meticulous about props and lighting.

Martin is a little tense before cameras and has a hard time smiling for the camera in a way that he considers as more photogenic and he feels guilty for it because he thinks he is the one ruining the photos. Well you know that won't settle well with your dad and father, sending Martin reassurances. Because of that, most of his pictures are captured when he isn't looking and they turn out really well, as he was less tensed and more natural.

💚 Oh Oswald has his work desk decked with family pictures, framed and just something he smiles fondly at. Private office in your home that is, god hell will break loose if they were to use his children against him.

Edward is the type of dad with his kids photo in his wallet and will not hesitate to show them off in an appropriate setting because again, criminal life, use his kids against him yadda yadda.

In the living room of the Nygma-Cobblepot home, there is a massive painting of the family of four and Oswald is proud of it.

🖤 Teacher-parents conference are... Uh...

"Do you know why I have called you here, Mister and Mister Nygma-Cobblepot?" The teacher asks from across the desk.

"Is my little dove not doing well in school?" Oswald asks, leaning closer in worry.

"Well, I guess you could say that," the teacher says. Before Edward can comment upon that vague answer of her's, she continues. "Y/N had been causing trouble among their peers."

"Would you be more clear, Miss Martinez?" By this, Oswald's annoyance became more apparent. His child? They would never! Well, they do have the tendancy to-- that's not the point!

"Well, first they claimed to have accidentally spilled dangerous chemicals on their classmate during chemistry, something that was dismissed as just as that, an accident. Then, by the next period they were accused of pushing that said student in the flight of stair from the second floor, which they denied. Since there were no witnesses, no one was really sure but the student that fell was so sure."

... yeah, that's something their Y/N would do. That's what Edward thinks at least.

"Our Y/N wouldn't do such a thing! They're an absolute angel! Just the sweetest little creature!" Oswald had to be help down, as Edward fears that the more he leans forward, the closer he is to lunging across the table and strangle the teacher.

"Oswald, let's calm down and--"

"I AM CALM! I DEMAND Y/N TO BE CALLED HERE AND EXPLAIN THEMSELF! IF THEY WERE TO DO THOSE, THE REASON WOULD HAVE BEEN VALID!"

"Sir, with all due respect, regardless of what the reason may be it is still not appropriate for a child to push another child from the top of the stairs!"

"WHY YOU LITTLE--!"

🤍 Will you be allowed to follow after your dad and father's footsteps in a life of crime? Your parents are nothing but supportive but this life is something the deem to be a dangerous life to live, and so as much as they want you to be encouraged to do whatever your heart is set into, they will still make sure that aspects of yourself suit this life.

He knows that you know that this life truly is... Something. But he and Edward made sure your childhood was nothing but happy. Sure there was a touch of premature exposure to violence, but you turned out fine! But I digress.

Martin doesn't fully follow after Edward and Oswald, but he does some errands for them from time to time such as father incriminating photographs, blackmail materials, disposing of evidence and whatnot.

"Next time, let's lay out newspapers to make cleaning easier, okay?"

💚 If you want to become a hero? Oh boy. Oh no that won't settle well, they'd begrudgingly accept and support you... Though a bit heartbroken because of course, they would be fighting against their child if it ever came to it.

"Don't just stand there, shoot the bat! And just the bat!"

🖤 As for the family business, asking if you can take over the Iceberg Lounge oh Oswald will be more than happy! It is less dangerous than the crime life he is living and it would be the perfect opportunity to bestow you a sentimental piece! Of course he will let you take over, he believes in you!

"Oh my little dove, this will be exciting! Allow me to teach you some basics!"

🤍 Just a fun family in general. A bit eccentric, but they stick together 💝

#edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #gotham edward nygma #gotham oswald #nygmobblepot #platonic #familial #gotham martin #edward nygma x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #request #sweetums0kitty

[wordborne]

All for Us

Jerome Valeska finds someone new to torment.

That someone is, unfortunately, you.

TAGS: Jerome Valeska/Reader, alternate universe, unhealthy relationships, bad decisions, canon-typical violence, major character death, eventual smut, Jerome can only be classified as nuisance to lover. CHAPTER: 1/?

Inspired by Are You Going to Write Your Report About Me? by Magnetic_Stars .

It was the third night the city was at war.

Breaking and entering. Murders. Fires everywhere. The non-stop sound of sirens screaming outside was almost dulled out by the loud music playing from your TV. Only one channel had kept its regular scheduled programming, and you tuned in every single time the city went to hell again. The volume was cranked up so loudly you were sure the poor speakers were going to burst one day, but you wanted to keep up the charade. Pretend you were masking something instead of doing the dishes while occasionally throwing dollar store ceramic plates out the window or into a wall to pretend someone was looting your apartment.

Was it a sound strategy? No. But, so far, you hadn't met the fates of some of your neighbors who’d stumbled out of their homes the morning after, faces with patches of black and blue and missing a few teeth after someone decided they were an easy hit. 

They hadn’t bothered to cut off the lights the last couple of times, making everything eerier. Light was comforting. Kind. But not this one. This one was tainted with bloodlust and pain, offering no relief if you were caught in the crossfire. Still, the city had to go on. Schools were open. You had to go to work every day. The little corner shops had their ‘open’ neon signs on because this couldn’t go on forever.  And, to the city’s defense, they did try to bring some sense of peace. Have more cops around. Big, yellow buses designated to take people home after work or school -as if they’d forgotten what happened the last time one of those maniacs took a hold of it. You’d rather risk it and walk -or rather, run- home. Lock yourself up, chair under the doorknob, music all cranked up, and pretend Gotham wouldn’t be like this forever. You grabbed a pink ceramic plate with a cartoonish princess on it and threw it out the window, hoping it wouldn’t bonk anyone in the head on its way down before continuing the tedious job of doing the dishes that’d been piling up for the last couple of days. The music was catchy, but after hearing the same thing over and over again, it was beginning to get a bit… dull. Still, you tried to make the best of it. Humming the choruses of the ones you kinda-sorta knew, bopping your head to the songs that were growing on you, and all would’ve been fine if you hadn't felt something metallic at the back of your skull followed by the sound of a cocking gun. “Hey, gorgeous.”

Shit. 

You brought your soupy hands up and slowly turned around, feeling your stomach drop when you realized who was at the other end of the barrel.

Jerome fucking Valeska. Just your luck.

TV didn’t do the man justice. He was positively terrifying. All scars and sewed-up tissue dotted his face, stretched strangely here and there, distorting the freckles peppering his skin. He was pale. Paler than you ever thought he could be. His eyes were a strange shade of green that didn’t match the uncontrolled fire behind them that burned just as bright as his hair. 

“It’s rude to stare, y’know?”

“And it’s rude to just… invite yourself into my home, isn’t it?”

His brows furrowed, lips turning into a snarl before he started laughing, waving the gun around as if it was a toy and not a loaded murder weapon.

“So, here’s the rundown.” He started, hopping on the counter and leaving bloody hand prints on the faux marble. “In about…” He glanced at an invisible clock on his wrist. “Three minutes, Jimbo is gonna come knocking on your door asking if you’ve seen me. And you are gonna say you don’t know what he’s talking about ‘cause you just had a wonderful dinner with your handsome boyfriend who just got out of work and desperately needs to get the blood out of his hair.”

You simply stared.

“Okay, don’t say the last part.” He quickly added, and then hopped off the counter. “Point is, I’m not here. Got it?”

He got a nod in return after a very, very long sigh.

“Good.” He replied, a smile etching on his face that seemed bigger and far more malicious with his mouth stretched like that. “I need to use your shower. Hate it when my hair gets sticky. Which knob is for the hot water?”

“Left. Bathroom’s over there.”

“Thanks, doll.” He started to walk away before he suddenly turned to face you again. “By the way, no funny business. I have a gun, I have your phone, and you’d hate if mommy got a call from me, wouldn’t you?” He waved the little device with his free hand before stuffing it back in his pocket and shutting the door behind him.

You stared at the door, chest rapidly rising and falling, waiting for him to come out, gun pointed straight at your forehead and laughing at your gullibility before taking the shot. But he didn’t. The only thing that came out from the bathroom door was steam and the smell of what was probably half your bottle of shampoo going down the drain. 

Three pointed knocks at the front door snapped you out of it, making you quickly turn your head in its direction.

“GCPD!”

It was showtime. You tried to pick yourself together. Get your heartbeat to slow down the tiniest bit as you wiped your hands on the back of your shirt, briskly lowering the volume on the TV and dragging your trusty chair back before opening the door.

“I’m Detective Gordon and this is Detective Bullock,” A man said, flashing his badge and motioning to the one beside him. “Jerome Valeska was seen in this area, and we noticed your window was open. Have you seen him?”

“No. No, I haven’t.”

“Are you alone?” 

“Yes.”

His eyes traveled behind you, looking from the open window where the wind was softly moving the curtain to the ceramic mess on the ground. Bullock did the same.

“What’s up with the mess?”

“I break dishes so people think I’m being robbed.”

“Does it work?”

“It has so far.”

Bullock hummed, and gave you a little impressed nod. And, then, Valeska had to ruin everything by loudly whistling some obnoxious fucking tune now that the damn volume was down.

“Thought you were alone.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You sighed, trying to let out the panic into that single exhale, eyes darting away from the pair before looking at Gordon directly in the eye. “I’m sorry. I’m- I’m not. My boyfriend just came back from work and is taking a shower.” You said and, after a small pause, motioned around you and added. “This whole thing has put me on edge. You know how it is.”

It was hard to tell whether he bought it or not. His face wasn’t giving much away, the lines on his forehead and brows were still knitted together with no sign of softening any time soon. If he asked to come inside, you were done. There was blood on the counter. Probably some on the windowsill if they decided to check it out. 

After a couple of seconds, Gordon nodded. “Give us a call if you see anything.”

“Will do.” You offered them a small smile before closing the door and leaning against it, letting out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

Right on cue, Valeska came out of the bathroom, whistling still as a puff of steam burst out behind him. He was using your towel to dry his hair. Your white towel that was now stained pink and red.  

 “You better leave by the time I wake up.” You hissed, walking past him in a huff, aiming to hit his shoulder but thinking the best of it last minute before heading towards your room and slamming the door behind you. 

The lock was in place. A chair under the doorknob. And, just for good measure, you dragged your nightstand in front of it as well.

“That won’t stop me if I wanna get in there.”

“Fuck you!”

“Come out and do it yourself.”

His laugh echoed through the apartment, making your blood boil. You should be afraid. Fucking terrified, actually. But all you could feel was anger. Keeping the window open was stupid. Letting Valeska do whatever he wanted was worse. But lying to the cops when you could’ve subtly nodded at the bathroom door and whisper he was there? That should’ve been your one-way ticket straight to Arkham because covering up for someone like Jerome was insane. 

You couldn’t sleep. Not when you heard him pacing outside. Flipping TV channels. Moving this and that on the kitchen. Acting as if it was his damn place. By the time you cracked your door open the morning after, he was gone, leaving a path of mayhem in his wake.

Dirty dishes. Empty food containers. Wet clothes on the bathroom floor. A cartoon channel playing old favorites on the TV. And there, on the counter, your phone with an unsent message that said see you soon.

#Gotham #Gotham TV #Jerome Valeska #Jerome Valeska/Reader #Jerome/Reader #Fanfiction #my stuff

[vanillapie-80]

gimme some jimbo headcanons, tell me about the boy!!!!

Alright then so:

I hc him as genderqueer, specifically transmasc nonbinary cause he's my blorbo and that automatically means that I shall hit him with the cis repellent.

When he gets older, Jim's hair begins to get quite a few grey hairs prematurely cause of the stress his body had to deal with during his time as the trollhunter. By the time he's at his late 20s, his hair is more grey than black. Also he may need glasses as well cause poor eyesight probably runs in the family lol.

I'd like to think that Jim is able to deal with a lot of spooky media, the only thing that breaks him is when blood and gore is involved, and that's just because overall he's squeamish at the sight of blood.

I don't believe that Jim would pursue a career involving cooking, it's a thing that he is good at and finds joy in, but I don't think it's something he'd want to make a career out of if that makes sense. I'd think he'd get into something that involves helping people in someway.

This may be more of an observation but whatever this still counts. I think that Jim in his beast form can't really stand/walk on two legs. If he tries then Jim will just flail around and fall on his face cause his balance is an absolute mess.

Angor's mark can appear on Jim's face whenever he either interacts with magic or if magic is being casted onto him. It doesn't do anything, but nevertheless it's a bit eerie for others to see sometimes.

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #jim lake jr #vanilla rambles

[divorcingjimmatthews]

episode 9 reactions hdhhskfhshfhd (spoilers!!!!)

the cicadas

RANDALL BETTER NOT DIE OKAY I STILL BELIEVE HE CAN LEARN TO BE NORMAL I STILL BELIEVE IN HIM

i'm like 99% sure julie won't die so i'm not worried about her but omg tabitha is going through so much right now with her child in pain/danger and being unable to help... T_T

i felt really bad for mari when she said she doesn't want to be like this 😔 she deserves to get better and to get to be fully herself. she's getting a lot of hate in the fandom that i feel is unwarranted, we've only seen her being really sick and even then she's always been trying to help the others

this should be its own post but i'd like to see a jade and marielle friendship, she would probably get REALLY serious with him if she hears him casually joke about how much he's into party drugs like he did around kenny, and tell him that he should count himself lucky to still be able to just get away from all that consequence-free. i also want a boyd and marielle dynamic, he's good at adopting troubled girls

team tabby

i don't need a lot to be happy. jade sitting as autistically as possible on the kitchen counter means everything to me. he's just so easy to love, like a cat. also i really appreciate the way the show moved heaven and earth to make jade and tabby end up alone together for the night. the matthews house getting demolished + the new horror making it so that no one can be alone at night + jim leaving his family to go on his crazy adventure at the RV... im grateful i truly am

jade really took the supportive role to tabby's lead in the investigation and i love that for them. there's something so special to me about this dynamic, we're so used to genius guy detective + layman sidekick, seeing it flipped is so special to me. tabby is so awesome that the rich genius guy is actually her sidekick! love them sm

victor, tian chen, julie and ethan were so so sweet i'm literally heartbroken about what ethan said to victor!!! now that jade just learned to be normal istg this poor man can't catch a break???? he's a kid and he's scared i obviously don't blame him but i bet victor was so hurt T_T still im really happy to see him be more social. he's in good hands with tian chen. i swear the new "can't be alone at night" horror was engineered in a lab to socialise the loners against their will like feral kittens and i'm so down with it LMAO like yes you can bet i'll write jade fanfic about this

EDIT LMAO POSTED BY MISTAKE HERES THE REST

jim... jimmy... jimbo...

what is he doing!! what is he doing!!!!!!!!!! fighting the rifle guy at colony house istg this man LMAOO tabby did the same thing when she just arrived they're so like that... like now you wanna get back to your family i get it but if you go out there you're gonna die. he looks so cute in that jacket btw now i'm officially simping for both tabitha AND jim just like jade

kenny and sara

im really enjoying these scenes even if i'm suffering so much for kenny and i just want to yoink him out of this depressing plot they got him in, he belonged in that room playing board games with victor the kids and his mom istg!!! but all the sara scenes are extremely compelling and omg kenny is just so !!! i need to hug him. he went through that to keep everyone else safe SIGHS

sara's got a... way of dealing with the whole thing that's for sure. she brought up like the worst possible conversation topic when looking at the map LMAO i just couldn't believe it was possible to screw up that bad. i kinda have a bit of paranoia specifically about going crazy and killing someone and then having to emotionally deal with that (just my brain being my brain dont ask) so her plot fascinates me because i've mulled over how i'd feel and how i'd deal with a situation like that so much. but i draw the sympathy line at hurting kenny and she's still hurting him so !!!!!!!! girl just shut up when he asks you to shut up it's not that hard arghh

really good insight about the place and peoples fears though. was she saying that the place gets stronger the more people it manages to kill? thats a really nice explanation for all the mix-and-match weird horror stuff going on together at the same time tbh, i like it a lot if it's like that. if khatri was afraid of god's punishment or something like that then i guess they're royally fucked (some of victor's drawings showed the place getting flooded...)

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[house-of-slayterr]

Hello Mx. Writer! It's me again:)

How do you think Maggie and Basil and even V would react to see a Riddler v.s. Victor showdown? Aka how they react to the love triangle?

Hello Anon 🥰 how are you my dear?

Oh god, ok. Victor Vs Ed would be a walking nightmare- but god would I want to watch! Also I know we’re talking our Gotham boys right now, but I can’t help but think about what would happen if Birds of Prey Zsasz tried to fight The Batman’s Ed Nashton… terrifying!

Ed’s love for Y/N is very respect base. She’s a little older then the man and he knows there’s a lot he can learn from her. So perhaps one day when Oswald is really getting on his nerves, Ed goes to Y/N for help with revenge. I mean it’s obvious he’s in love with the boy. Y/N can see it plain as day, so of course she’s going to help the younger villain.

He sees Y/N and Vic fight all the time. Yet they’re still madly in love. Besides he enjoys the thrill of his little feud with her boss. Is Gotham, normal relationships don’t exist. If you haven’t tried to kill each other even once, are you really even a couple? Them spending more time together is totally innocent. Riddler slips in from time to time and tries to crack little jokes and puns at Y/N. He’s not blind, the women is very attractive, but he doesn’t have a death sentence. He knows she’s Victor’s, but a little friendly flirty never hurt anyone right? Besides, he loves to watch her laugh.

And boy is she laughing! You know that classic cackle where you lean back in your chair so far you almost fall, and the other person puts a hand on their shoulder to steady you. That sort of full belly laugh that has a minor insanity behind it. Of course neither of them are sober during these little midnight plotting sessions. That would be no fun. Between the shitty riddles, the booze and plotting to make Oswald so furious the idiot throws a week long tantrum, Y/N feels totally free and giddy. There’s a certain high she gets from strategising a war that’s not serious for once. One where there’s no high stakes, and nobody’s going home having lost something they’d rather not go without.

VICTOR DOES NOT LIKE THIS!! That attention should be his. Her laugh should be from him. Not this low level, criminal wanna be. He looks like a damn leprechaun who sprouted real people legs. And when Victor comes home after a long day, looking for his Wife and finds Nygma with his hand around her. He’s seeing RED!!!!

Despite what everyone thinks, Vic does have impulse control. It’s very little but he does know how to show some self restraint. So he pulls himself away in the moment. Course, he does go out and make it EVERYONE else’s problem. Jimbo better hope he doesn’t run into the assassin on his little rampage. Cause Victor is not afraid to cut anyone down to size who gets in his way. He’s furious, and even if this little friendship was totally innocent, that wouldn’t change fuck all to him. Little does Victor know Y/N planned this. She could help Nygma, while playing the side game to rile her lover up. I mean Vic is way more fun when he’s bloodthirsty. Can’t blame a woman for wanting some excitement, or to be dominated every once in a while.

And Victor is playing right into her plan. If Oswald called a meeting because he’s growing suspicious of this sudden friendship, everyone would have to be there. If there’s one thing Oswald likes, it’s humiliating people. Why do in private what you can do in public instead? Needless to say Maggie and Basil have no clue why they’re being summoned that morning. Oswald’s pretty much locks them all in the room and just glares until someone tells him what he wants to hear. Nobody says anything at first, I mean poor Maggie and Basil have no idea what’s going on. But Victor would be the first to make a move. No words, just a punch straight to Ed’s nose.

He’d pull his gun as the man stumbled back and point it right between his eyes. A challenge to try anything, wether that be making a physical move, or attempting to even speak. Nothing Ed could say would make Victor any less trigger happy.

Maggie is the first to recognise this, and would instantly jump up from here chair.

“Woah, Victor, what the hell are you doing?” She’d ask bewildered.

Victor doesn’t move the gun, just turns his head to look at her and smirks.

“Taking out the trash.”

She’s roll her eyes.

“Nygma, what did you do?” She’s demand.

Maggie might be fairly soft spoken, but everyone could tell there was an urgency in her voice. It was gentle but commanding.

“What makes you think I did anything? The bastards crazy!” Ed defends.

Of course, Basil takes note to the fact that Y/N hasn’t had much of a response to any of this. She never attempted to rise from her seat, and there was no readable emotion on her face. It was suspicious, like she was trying to play innocent. Basil just raises a questioning brow at the woman, who gives no indication she’s going to be revealing anything anytime soon. She just sips from her cup while she watches.

Maggie pinches her brow in annoyance.

“Oswald?”

Despite him very clearly taking a more dominant role in the relationship that they have, Oswald steps forward as if his own mother just called him forward. No hesitation at all. She’d look down at the man.

“Why are we here?”

“They’re plotting something against me, I just know it.” He says, anger in his town.

Maggie hand help the exasperated sigh that leaves her mouth. She’s grown used to playing therapist.

“You’re all hopeless.” She scoffs. “Ok Oz, you’re being paranoid. Nobody in this room is trying to hurt you. Edward, you need to wipe that smug grin off your face, Victor put the damn gun down. And you-“

She’d pause when she gets to Y/N. I mean what can she say, she’s not exactly doing anything. Besides, it would be a weighty punishment if she talked back to the woman. Y/N would raise a challenging brow at the girl, smirking a little.

“Stop being so quiet, it’s creeping me out.” Maggie said, shuddering.

Nothing good ever happened when Y/N was quiet for too long. Quiet meant she was thinking, and hard. Y/N certainly amused by Maggie’s lame attempt at diffusing this situation.

“How can I stop a non-action dear?” Y/N would smirk.

Maggie would just look to Basil for help. He’d just nod his head at Edward, showing he’s the weakest link in the group right now. Maggie would clear her throat and approach.

“Look, Edward, sweetie-“ Riddler does not enjoy her tone right now. “You’re going to have to fess up to what you did sooner or later. Or else none of us are leaving this room. And I swear to you, if I have to miss going to the bookstore with Jim to pick out Bruce a book for his birthday, I am going to rip out your spleen and make you crawl across hot coals to get it back.”

She wasn’t fucking around. If anyone hated plans being interrupted more than Y/N, it’s was Maggie. And plans with Jim none the less, she was currently wanting to scream.

“Wait you’re going book shopping with Jim?” Oswald asks.

Everyone can hear the slight jealousy in his voice. Despite him not sharing affection for the girl in that way, didn’t mean he had to enjoy anyone else showing her said affection.

“Yeah, Bruce has been talking about this specific book for months, only place I can find it is down in the offered. Jim offered to go with me, probably cause he has no idea what to get the kid and wants to leach off my gift. But whatever.”

Not true. Everyone in that room new it’s because Jim didn’t want her alone in the narrows. Always the gentleman, that man. She tried back to Riddler.

“So you’re going to sit down and start talking, or so help me god I’ll just let Victor shoot you.”

Nobody really knew if the girl was being serious.

“I’m serious, I didn’t do anything wrong. Is having friends illegal now?” He questioned.

“Now I get it.” Basil chimed in. “Victor you jealous bastard, you do know your wife is allowed to talk to people right? That’s a basic human right.”

Victor would growl, wanting to shoot the younger man as well.

“Ed, apologise to Victor for making him insecure. Y/N apologise to Oswald for making him paranoid. And Victor, put the fucking gun down before I shove it up your scrawny ass. I’m not fucking around today guys, I don’t have time for this shit.”

“That time of the month?” Victor asked.

Yeah that would be the last straw. Screw an actual showdown between Victor and Edward, right now this was about to be between Victor and God. Of course Victor is going to be holding a grudge on Edward for a long time. Messing up the man’s plans and trying to shoot him at practically any opportunity they have when Maggie’s out of sight. Victor thinks Maggie’s and innocent little kitty cat, and frequently makes fun of the girl for being so soft. But, he’s also seen her shot Sofia with no hesitation because Jim was involved. Honestly he was pretty proud of her for that.

Maggie would turn back to him bewildered.

“What did you just say?”

Oh, she’s bold with it. To talk to the Victor Zsasz like he wasn’t gripping a fully loaded gun right now. Basil would be quick to step in, stepping between his big sis and Victor. Of course he’d love to watch her throw a punch at the guy, but he also knows it’s a fight she can’t win. And nobody in that room is thinking straight. He’d pull her backward into a hug, trapping her against him so she can’t move. She’d put up a valiant effort, kicking and grumbling to try to get out of his arms. Even going so far as to bite him, but he’s undeterred.

“Fine, the two do you kill each other for all I care. And Y/N, I hope whatever you’re planning is worth it.”

She’d convince Basil to let her go.

“I’m getting out of here, Basil you’re on family therapy duty today. Whatever blood is spilt, they’re cleaning it up. If I come back and see a maid doing that shit, I’m setting this entire house on fire with both of them inside.”

She’d walk over to Oswald and kiss him on the cheek. As she does so she swipes the keys from his pocket and walks toward the door. Everyone watches as she goes.

“Be back later, love you all!” She’d say, a clear attempt to try and push down any anger she was feeling.

She didn’t want her mood to be sour when she met up with Jim. As the door shut behind her, everyone just turns to look back at Y/N.

“Oh she’s definitely on her period.” Y/N concluded with a smile. “You heard what the lady said, she wants blood she’d and carnage.” She would sip her drink, even further amused as it dawns on everyone they’ve been used.

“Unbelievable.” Basil says, shaking his head.

But sitting down to watch as Y/N just hands him the full bottle of wine she’d been nursing.

“You’re insane.” Oswald grumbles as he also goes to leave the room.

Victor and Edward just stand there dumbfounded, not sure what to do next. Victor cracks his knuckles.

“I’m going to give you a five minuet head start.” He tells the man in green.

“One- Two-“

Yeah, Edwards supposed to be a genius, so he doesn’t even wait for three before he’s sprinting for the door. He’d have to think of a good way to shake Zsasz. They’d watch after him until he was out of sight. Victor just turns back to his wife.

“You’re not going after him are you?” She asks amused.

“No, that idiot can die tomorrow, you on the other hand-“

And Basil takes that as his que to leave. He knows where all that pent up rage is going to leave. And frankly he doesn’t want to see them hate fuck each other.

An; lol I love sassy Maggie in this chapter. I was just in a silly goofy mood today guys, so so is she. We all know Edward ran to the Sirens club to hide.

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