#and jed is Blue.

[dragonwysper]

Jed | Holloway | Wax

I FINISHED THEIR COLORS YEAH WOOO

Gonna draw them over and over and over now fr fr

#house of leaves #hol #mark z danielewski #the navidson record #house of leaves art #zampano #character art #wax hook #jed leeder #holloway roberts #color theory #character design #book art #5&1/2 minute hallway #holloway is an absolute piss man and I love him #wax took me fucking FOREVER to get right #and jed is Blue. #my art

[fksexymen]

#bearded man #muscled man #blue shorts #tattoed man #hairy man #outdoors #jed north #fk10

[arttsuka]

*feeds mer jed and octavius some bread crumbs*

They're so small a few crumbs would be enough for them

#jed brings his boyfriend the bread crumbs inside his hat #Octavius wouldn't really like the bread because it got soaked. Jed on the other side would eat everything so soaked bread it's fine #as if they didn't get the bread underwater on their own #natm octavius #natm jedediah #natm #night at the museum #mermay #mermsid au #fanart #art #traditional art #ask #anonymous #answered #I used a blue pen for his eye but since it was so small the 'skin' color blended through and now it looks green #gaius octavius #jedediah smith #jedediah and octavius #jedtavius

[creative-chaos-apparently]

Eepy.

#any weather jedtavius #night at the museum #jedtavius #my art #natm #my fanfics #Sometimes when you can’t sleep you stay awake and draw some guys sleeping instead it’s just how the laws of the universe work #Jed absolutely has several pairs of his terrible pajamas and you can’t convince me otherwise ok? These are blue :)) #I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO DRAW OLD MEN #I’m so tired now I can see shadows moving so oopsie

[vitamin-zeeth]

night at the museum 3 why must you do this to me. My h eart

#help im just gonna spend all night in the vatious fandom spaces for natm to make up for the gaping hole it left in my heart #ancient egyptian ipad kid and tiny historical gay men my beloveds come back to me #in natm3 octavius is so fucking gay its literally canon he keeps on looking at lancelot and being like #w ow. um. his eyes are so. theyre hypnotic wow theyre so blue. i cant. i cant take my eyes off him. um #and jed keeps looking at him like what the fuck man i cant believe this stop looking at him look at me :( #completely failing to recognise that he and lancelot look. the same. HE HAS A TYPE IS ALL IM SAYING #natm #night at the museum

[geekynerfherder]

Spoke Art SF presents 'SUGOI! An Art Show Tribute to Japanese Animation', a group art exhibition celebrating Japanese animation.

The exhibition will be available on view at the gallery with Covid precautions in place, at Spoke Art, 816 Sutter Street, San Francisco, California 94109, and on the Spoke Art website until July 30 2022.

#Art #Spoke Art #Anime #Animation #Japan #Akira #Van Orton Design #Joshua Budich #Dragonball Z #Rucking Fotten #Ghost In The Shell #Sarah Joncas #Perfect Blue #Dakota Randall #Gundam #Vincent Aseo #Paprika #Jed Henry #Kiki's Delivery Service #Jonathan Bartlett #Tekkonkinkreet #poster #print

[dustedmagazine]

Listed: Blue Ocean

Bay Area three-piece Blue Ocean plays exuberantly discordant yet surprisingly mild-mannered noise pop, not unlike what a TV Personalities record might sound like if it were playing through a box fan that’s tumbling down the stairs. In his review of last year’s self-titled LP, Chris Liberato noted how suddenly the dynamics at play in the band’s songs can change, writing of “Human Now”: “You won’t be able to help but smile when a big bombastic synth chord comes lumbering across the song, from out of nowhere, with the enthusiasm of a sedated puppy — and then decides to stick around for a couple of encores.” Hot off the announcement of their Slumberland debut, Fertile State (out in October), band members Rick Altieri, David Stringi and Neal Donovan pop by to share a few words about some of the records they love.

Dave’s Picks:

Snapper — S/T

Found years ago, during a visit to Brooklyn, NY. I instantly gravitated to the vibrant and colorful slashes of paint, which abstractly splayed themselves across the front cover. The songs are very colorful as well, painted with electrifying rhythms and arpeggiating synth leads. “This would make a great gift for a couple of friends of mine.” Maybe someday Flying Nun will re-release it.

Dummy — EP2

I find myself listening again and again to this second installment from Dummy, sonic enthusiasts based on the West Coast. The opening track “Thursday Morning” introduces itself quite charmingly with its creative and concentrated vocal melodies. Followed blissfully by deep layers of noise and feedback within a clever collage process.

Rick’s Picks:

M. Sage — Paradise Crick

This album was a surprise find in the first half of 2023 for me, I was actually listening to the single “Crick Dynamo” before the album was released and remember my ears really perked up. I know M. Sage himself just did a Listed recently, what a lovely surprise — huge new fan of his work. I love the line walked between sonic lab experimentations and organic leafy strollings by a river; right up my alley.

Bill Evans — Coffee and Cigarettes

I always come back to Bill Evans when I’m in the mood for calming jazz that still demands your attention and challenges you in many ways. His playing on this record reminds me a lot of Debussy, another go-to when trying to unwind. Evans is one of my all-time favorite piano players.

Lifetones — For A Reason

Charles Bullen of This Heat went on to make this post-punk/dub hybrid classic with Julius Cornelius Samuel in 1983 — This Heat had just broken up the year before. The rhythmic syncopations and droning cyclical vocal delivery make every song on this record a mesmerizing journey. The lyrics are profound in their simplicity, dealing with human interaction and nature.

Neptune — Gong Lake

This record will always be special to me. Neptune was one of the first bands I remember seeing with Dave when I moved to Boston in 2008. They were playing in the basement of Gay Gardens, an old DIY spot in Allston. I was instantly blown away by the barrage of rhythmic noise and impressed by the homemade guitars and effects they had fabricated. They’ve been a huge influence on Dave and I for years now.

Emeralds — Does It Look Like I’m Here?

A Midwest synth classic. When I listened to the song “Candy Shoppe” again recently I was even more moved than ever before, a good sign that this 13-year-old album stands the test of time. This album fluctuates between gritty acidic synth-scapes and ambient movements in the vein of early Eno. I love Imaginary Softwoods too, John Elliot’s solo project post-Emeralds.

Neal’s Picks:

Ananda Kumar — Mangala Vadhyam Vol. 3

A friend with roots in Tamil Nadu told me about the nadaswaram, a double-reed instrument played at weddings and religious festivals in Southern India. I love how intense and cutting the sound is. This recording features two nadaswarams in semi-improvised conversation with each other. I'm reminded a bit of the groove and excitement of traditional New Orleans jazz. Also, the thavil drumming is insane, reminiscent of Aphex Twin breakbeats.

Jed Wentz — Telemann: 12 Fantasias for Flute

Telemann's fantasias for solo flute are so cool. Although they were published in the 1730s, there's something that feels very modern about having just the flute to focus on. The player is asked to jump around throughout the range of the instrument, sometimes outlining melodies and basslines simultaneously. It's all the more impressive on the keyless, wooden, baroque flute which has a mellower sound than modern metal ones. I imagine it as portable music that someone could play anywhere.

Sheer Mag — Compilation

My partner threw this on when we were cleaning out our last apartment. I'm not usually a big fan of riff-driven guitar rock, but this album just got me. The licks are smokin’, the guitar tones are perfection, and I love the mix— just gritty enough.

#dusted magazine #listed #blue ocean #rick altieri #david stringi #neal donavan #snapper #dummy #m. sage #bill evans #lifetones #neptune #emeralds #ananda kumar #jed wentz #sheer mag

[cinemajunkie70]

The happiest of birthdays in the afterlife to Tomas Milian!

#tomas milian #the big gundown #little Italy #the cop in blue jeans #hit squad #the tough ones #italian cinema #actor #companeros #Sonny and jed

[actuallyjane]

doodles from da jrain

ooug character with the devil mask and creachure with white hair are ocs by @/urano000 and @/scaretactik on twitter dot com

#art #digital art #illustration #drawing #dbd #dbd killer #jane lyn #blue hair #doodles #devil #ghostface #oc #danny johnson #jed olson #hooked on you #kirby fanart #kirby #mlp fim #fluttershy #yuh thats all basically #oh wait right #dead by daylight #lol #my art #urano000 fanart

[krispyweiss]

Song Review(s): Bobby Weir & Wolf Bros feat. the Wolf Pack - “Viola Lee Blues,” “Crazy Fingers” and “Me and My Uncle” and “Tennessee Jed” (with Nathaniel Rateliff) (Live, Nov. 5, 2022)

“Viola Lee Blues” is almost always a welcome comer when a Dead man plays it live.

Almost.

On Nov. 5 in Colorado, Bobby Weir & Wolf Bros feat. the Wolf Pack lacked the oomph to pull it off. The Bros sounded hollow and the Wolf Pack horns and strings felt like a grafted-on afterthought.

The track was one of four (3.5 actually) the band gave away from its associated, paid livestream. The song that got chopped - “Crazy Fingers” - was unfolding eloquently with horns and strings when the feed ended.

Nathaniel Rateliff was onstage to trade verses with Weir - who loves trading verses - on “Me and My Uncle” and “Tennessee Jed.”

The songs were played slowly as the crowd sung its collective head off. The Bros - sans ’Pack - left wide-open spaces in the music, which Weir promptly filled with his recently favored atonal and clangy tone.

Big props to Jeff Chimenti for his robust, song-saving acoustic-piano solos in “Jed.”

Grade card: Bobby Weir & Wolf Bros feat. the Wolf Pack - “Viola Lee Blues,” “Crazy Fingers” and “Me and My Uncle” and “Tennessee Jed” (with Nathaniel Rateliff) (Live - 11/5/22) - C-/I/C-/C+

11/6/22

#Youtube #bobby weir & wolf bros #bob weir and wolf bros #bob weir #grateful dead #nathaniel rateliff #jay lane #primus #don was #was (not was) #jeff chimenti #ratdog #barry sless #viola lee blues #crazy fingers #me and my uncle #tennessee jed

[redandbluegaycompetition]

All pairings were submitted! Here are some submitter notes:

Red/Blue (Time War):

oh the whole book is about how gay they are. it's about letters they write to each other fighting on opposite sides of a war to control the stream of time and every timeline and iirc by the end they fight against both sides of the war to carve out a space for themselves

Jedtavius:

the actors played them as if they were a married couple. and jed quoted brokeback mountain

#redandbluegaycompetition #redandbluegays #red and blue gay competition #tournament polls #tournament poll #polls #This is How You Lose The Time War #Night at the Museum #Jedtavius

[akanothere]

The Ghost Face colour wheel challenge👻

(This is the updated version urghhhh I hope Twitter has an edit button for artists)

Red- Devil Face

Orange- Scorched Ghost Face

Yellow- my version of Jed Olsen if you ain’t familiar with

Green- Merman AU Danny Johnson

Cyan- Icebound Phantom

Blue- Masquerade Ghost Face

Purple- Brush Hunter (deep rift) drank Grimace’s birthday shake but survived (thanks for this suggestion I love this so much)

Pink- Default cosmetic got laid and flirting on phone

#dbd #dbd ghostface #dbd fanart #danny jed olsen johnson #dead by daylight #dead by daylight fanart #ghostface #dbd danny johnson #danny johnson #slashers

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Ssussspicionsss

[mysterious circle of robed figures] Elon Musk: eyyyy i just thinka you should post somethinga besida da transphobia, si? Musk: lika da strega bambino! Musk: da people lova da straga bambino! [chef's kiss]

Rowling: wow elon maybe you're right Rowling: maybe i should take a break from transsphobia to talk about the sssix other booksss that i'm planning to write Rowling: becaussse there are sssix other minoritiesss that have really been pissssing me off lately

Rowling: [counting off on her fingers] sssso my next books are gonna take down the transss, the queersss, the dissabled, young people with blue hair, hoodie ssscum, and fattiessss Rowling: they've all had it too good for too long

Rowling: thank you for having this conversssation elon Helen Joyce: oh no! the dark lord is in trouble! Rowling: i'm fine Allison Bailey: elon musk is attacking the dark lord! Rowling: thatss not whatss happening Jesse Singal: mommy needs our help!

Helen Joyce: how dare you speak to the dark lord like that! Joyce: you will regret this day, elon musk! Joyce: we are, even now, just asking questions about your larynx size on mumsnet Musk: mama mia!

Musk: ey whatsa matta for you? Joyce: wow elon that italian accent seems to be suspiciously averaging in the 75 htz range and i'm hearing a lot going below 50 Bailey: very suspicious Julie Bindel: [tape over mouth] mmf! Bailey: that's right julie Bailey: you sure said a mouthful!

Joyce: i can't believe that elon musk is actually trans! Joyce: why else would someone get bored listening to a constant, never-ending 24/7 stream of transphobia? Rowling: wow i never thought of it that way Rowling: but you're right Rowling: it is the only logical explanation

Musk: issa notta true! i hata da trans people justa as much as you! Musk: my son, he tella you the same! Musk: [falsetto voice, hiding behind couch] eyyy its me, elon musk jr! my cool dad issa real transphobic! ga ga goo goo! i amma NOT a sock puppet! don't a look back here!!

Rowling: you lied, elon! you and your naturally occurring sssmall gametesss, the mark of a lying AMAB! Rowling: but Rowling: if elon was sssecretly transss this whole time Rowling: ANYONE could be ssecretly transss Rowling: any one of you could be a traitor!

Rowling: everyone iss ssusspect! [camera slowly pans around circle] Jesse Singal: Allison Bailey: Helen Joyce: Julie Bindel: Jed the sled dog from John Carpenter's The Thing (1982): Maya Forstater:

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #jk rowling #elon musk #helen joyce #jesse singal #allison bailey #julie bindel #maya forstater #jed the dog

[bmoshh]

I drew over actual mlp characters to make oct and Jed , thank u @flapjack-biscuit-scone for inspiration in the server😎

Tho i personally think Jed would be blue, I haven’t changed the skin tone but I’ll do a separate post abt it🤓☝️

#natm fandom #night at the museum #natm #sketches #fanart #jedtavius #natm jedtavius #natm fanart #art #natm octavius #natmjedediah #jedediah natm #octavius natm #mlp art #my little pony #mlp fandom #mlp base edit #natm jedediah

[sir-buddy]

Headcanon time!

Okay, so you know how Jed and Octavius are obviously gay and the whole museum (and Nick) knows but doesn't say anything bc you have to just let them cook? Well, there's a betting pool.

It starts with a cowboy and a Roman joking about how their leaders are so painfully in love but don't say anything bc they're idiots and then the cowboy goes "I bet you five bucks that your general confesses first, Jed is shit with feelings," and then the Roman's like: "No way, Octavius can't articulate his emotions for shit, five bucks that Jedediah will do it first."

Word goes around the two dioramas and soon everyone's taking sides and placing bets behind their leaders' backs. Word spreads to Nick (who bets on Oct) and then he brings the betting game to the rest of the exhibits (Larry eventually joins in) and soon the whole museum's in on it.

Eventually Jed hears about some giant betting thing but the cowboys lie to him about what they're actually betting on bc they don't want him to know and Jed's like "fuck it" and BETS AGAINST HIMSELF ON ACCIDENT. (They told him it was a red vs blue debate and he voted red).

Anyway for funsies which one are you voting for? (This means a confession put into words. Third movie shenanigans don't count for this one.)

#pirate rambles #night at the museum #natm #headcanon #jedtavius #jed and octavius #jedediah smith #gaius octavius #gay #poll

[optimist-pine]

When Skies Are Gray (Ch.1)

Summary: You cross paths with someone from your past on the worst day of your life (which is saying a lot).

Warnings: Typical TWD content! Injury, death, suggestions of SA, language, etc.

Word Count: 1,661

Era: Between seasons 3 & 4, before Rick stops going on runs

A/n: I convinced myself that Daryl Dixon and coffee shop AU could totally go together...

One mistake. Very likely your last one at that. However, judging by the look in the man's eye, you may have just enough time to squeeze in another before your life comes to a permanent close. A grand finale of utterly screwing up. Seems fitting.

    Despite everything, you don't actually desire the finality of death yet. The adrenaline surging through your bones reminds you that hope isn't completely gone until your body starts walking around, y'know, without your soul attached.

    Past the end of your revolver, the man's pistol aims back at you, a cruel, sordid smile crawling across his face as his gaze roams around your figure. "Came in here lookin' for somethin' to ease our appetites... Looks like we found ourselves some dessert instead." He sounds quite pleased with himself, and you can only imagine what terrible thoughts are filling his mind.

    You can't withhold the cold shiver that slips down your spine, cursing inwardly. Stupid. There were so many things you should've done differently to prevent this exact scenario from happening, but you'd gotten comfortable. 

    The small shop held the slightest promise of ammunition; that's the only reason you'd even risked investigating it with the encroaching threat of dusk at your heels. But you'd been sloppy in scoping the place out, and careless enough that when a cold hand grabbed you from behind you'd shot without a second thought.

     Now you're reaping the repercussions of your foolishness. The lump of a body lay bleeding on the dirty linoleum floor. And you stand trapped between two men with guns who have worse intentions than using them on you.

     "Dammit, man, she shot Jed!" The second man cries from behind you.

    The first man doesn't even spare a glance. "If he let some bitch shoot 'im, then he d'serves it." He spits

    "Duke, I dunno man." His boots shift nervously. "Let's just get tha' hell outta here." Please, please do your mind pleads.

    The man named Duke begins to saunter towards you slowly, toying with you. "My pal an' I here are gonna have a fun night courtesy of you, doll. Then, after, we'll kill ya." Your arms are beginning to feel the strain from holding out your own gun for so long. You readjust your grip, but what's the point? He's almost to you now. "How's that sound?" Your thoughts are swirling, there's no way you can escape without getting at least seriously injured. But if that's the only option besides giving up willingly... well, you'll take that chance. You have to.

    On the count of three... one... tw

    BLAM!

    You drop to the ground in a crouch, expecting the inevitable overwhelming pain of being shot to take over your body - but it never does. You lift your head to find Duke... dead. You whip around to see the other man with an arrow through his eye. Your gun's back out in an instant, aimed at a new target that emerges from behind a rusty shelf.

    The new man holds a crossbow, posture rigid and shoulders sturdy. A good portion of his face is blocked by the bow except for feathers of brunette hair shrouding a blue eye. 

    "Whoa, there." The sound of a hammer being cocked at your back sends a rush of fury through you. Was this some sort of sick joke? Held at gunpoint by two men, then being rescued only to be held at gunpoint again by two different men? If you were honest with yourself, it wasn't all that surprising though. As far as luck went you were permanently scraping the bottom of the barrel.

    The crossbow in front of you lowers suddenly. "Lav'nder?"

    Now that you can see both of them clearly those blue eyes look awfully familiar. "Dixon?"

    BLAM!

    A blinding pain floods through your right shoulder so quickly that you collapse, sharp waves of heat blooming and spreading and taking over your whole body. You can see your gun lying in the dust and dirt. Huh, you hadn't realized you'd dropped it. You study the weapon as the daylight dims; the sun must not be wasting any time in its descent this evening. You think someone is talking but their voice is fading, the pain is numbing, the darkness is turning to black. There's never been a colder place than the floor of this cursed little shop.

    One last stop before heading back home. An old hole-in-the-wall gun store on the off chance they'll find anything to help replenish the resources depleted in the fight against the Governor. 

    What little promise the place does have dissipates the moment a solitary gunshot rings through the air; all senses immediately on the alert. It isn't hard to discern the situation, the lead man's intentions are unmistakable. And so, they do what they've had to do too many times before.

    But when the woman turns around, what he sees takes him a minute to process. You. He knows you. The word sounds stupid, but it escapes him nonetheless. Then again, maybe not completely stupid because you do remember him.

    BLAM!

    "Dammit!" Daryl shouts, unleashing his arrow into the skull of the third man. The man they'd mistakenly presumed was already dead. He rushes to your side, inspecting the wound. Clean through the shoulder. Good. He removes his vest and sheds his long-sleeved shirt, tying it around your shoulder, holding pressure. By the time he manages to bring himself to look you in the eye, you're already out of it.

    Rick rifles around the men's belongings, gathering up their weapons and anything else that's useful. "You know her?" He asks, skeptical, with that particular cock of his head.

    Daryl nods. "M'yeah. I did." He replies softly. You looked so different now; ragged, weary... alone. But still, he would recognize you anywhere. "C'mon, we gotta get 'er back to Hershel and Dr. S."

    Rick's checking out your belongings now, snatching your gun off the floor to inspect it. "D'you trust her?" He asks.

    Daryl hefts you up into his arms - it's easier than it should be. "She's a good one." An understatement.

    "Heh, yeah." Rick chuckles, holding your gun out for him to inspect. "Cylinder's empty. Held off four men with a gun that wasn't even loaded." He gives Daryl a nod. "Let's get 'er home."

    Daryl sits with your head in his lap, the rest of your body carefully draped across the backseat of the truck, hair spilling haphazardly across his pant legs. His fingertips hover nervously above your face, the overwhelming urge to physically reassure himself that you're really here growing by the second. He's terrified though. Why? Jus' do it. Rough fingers ever so gently brush dirty locks behind your ear, revealing sun-worn skin gone pale.

    It's like he can't look long enough or hard enough at your face to make it feel true. To make you feel real. Are you? Out of anyone who could've found their way here from his past... Out of all the deadbeats and scumbags he would be unsurprised to find thriving in the lawlessness...

    It was you.

    The town had one lonely cafe, which was unfortunately sandwiched smack dab between the tattoo parlor and the pub - aka, Merle's playground. Once Merle had left for the military and then landed himself in prison, Daryl had kept to the same old routine more out of habit than desire. 

    He was on his way to the tattoo parlor late that afternoon - he can't remember why he was using the front entrance because he almost always went in through the back - but that day he had to walk past the happy little cafe to get there...

    It's a warm spring day, the air beginning to fill with the scent of flowers instead of just dirt and cold. Which also means that people are sitting out front of the little coffee joint straining to soak up the last rays of sunshine. The shop windows are open to let in the fresh air, making the place seem noisier than usual.

    "Lavender latte!" A barista shouts around the clamor from inside.

    The screech of metal on cement to his left as a girl pushes out her chair. Just as he's about to walk past, he hears the scuff of a foot against the sidewalk and suddenly she's falling toward him. He reaches up to brace himself and stabilize her shoulders as her palms thud against his chest.

    She pulls back, quick as a whip, eyes huge as pink begins to sprout on her cheeks. "I'm so sorry!" She blurts, gaze flickering around. It's weird, but he can't help but notice that she smells good, like really good. Flowers and citrus and earth, real things, not just some overpowering canned perfume like he's used to being around at the bar. She's cute too, feminine but not girly or gaudy, hair wind-whipped, hands and feet with remnants of dirt like she's been outside working. The pages of a paperback flutter in the breeze on the table behind her, the stem of a flower peeking out the bottom of the book.

    "Are you okay?" She asks, eyes focused surely on his now, irises deep and unwavering and... Idiot. He's staring and he hasn't said a thing and you're waiting for a response.

    "M'fine." He says with a grunt, crossing his arms. He almost tells you off for being so clumsy but the barista shouts again:

    "Lavender latte!"

    She brushes her hair behind her ear as if it's a nervous habit. "Oh, okay. That's good... I'd better go get that." She laughs, the corners of her lips just barely pulling up. She starts to walk away but then quickly turns back around. "Thank you!" A full smile this time, and then she disappears behind the door.

    He shakes his head. Entertaining thoughts about a girl like that is ridiculous. At least, that's what he tells the rapid drumming of his heart. Shut up.

#twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #optimist pine #twd season 3 #twd season 4 #when skies are gray