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mother-jim · 9 months
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oh my god when gabriel says 'im the only first order archangel in the universe' it cuts to crowley. what the fuck neil what are you implying
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beatbizzle · 2 months
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Can confirm that having a good time is the pettiest revenge.
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nordarknessdimsthesky · 7 months
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the amount of sheer GENDER stored in these images should frankly be ILLEGAL
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papanowo · 16 days
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remembered i have a spacehey last night
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lunaescribe · 7 months
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The anti-colonial power of Jim! What a gift to have a non-binary Latine rebel.
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stealingyourbones · 1 month
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Any person who can find me the most buckwild 90s DC hero/villain costume gets a cookie
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harringroveera · 3 months
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Joyce: Shhhh I’m calling the adoption agency
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withacapitalp · 1 year
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“Okay, so now we add the water, right?”
“No! No water!” Steve practically shouted, grabbing the pot and holding it high above his head so Joyce couldn’t reach it, “Joyce, we’ve talked about this,”
She rolled her eyes, putting the measuring cup on the counter and sighing. Robin and the kids giggled from their spot in the living room, the parade turned down low so they could hear every bit of the clownery going on in the kitchen. Steve turned the evil eye on them and put one hand on his hip. 
“And, peanut gallery, if you want to have food, you’ll want to keep your snark at bay. Unless you want to be the ones in here helping me make an entire Thanksgiving meal for fourteen.”
“Always the mom,” Max sighed, patting her stomach, “I’ll have you know if we’re not eating by five o’clock sharp, Nugget here will be making Lucas drive us to McDonalds,” 
Steve waved her off and turned back to the stove, placing down the pot and stirring his perfectly prepared potatoes. It felt kind of weird to keep thinking of them as kids now that they were all graduating from college. But, to Steve, they would always be kids. No matter how tall, how old, how many nuggets of their own they had, those seven little kids would always be the stupid pre-teens that had given him his life. 
“Now, it’s important to remember to continue to whisk, or else they’ll get clumpy.” Steve instructed in a no nonsense tone. He had eaten enough of her radioactive cooking to know where she would start to lose sight of the final product. 
“Are you torturing my wife?” Hopper asked as he entered into the fray, grabbing another round of beers for him and the boys. Steve could just catch the sound of Jonathan and Wayne yelling at the TV in the bedroom upstairs, calling the referee out on some bullshit play. 
“This is the real question, Hop. Is your wife torturing my husband?” A voice came from behind him, soft and buttery. A voice Steve had desperately missed, even though this trip had only been a short few weeks.
Steve hummed, leaning back into Eddie’s arms and letting his eyes slip shut for a second. Eddie had only been in Chicago for three weeks to re-record something for his newest album, but to Steve it was always too long.  Warm pale arms littered with scars came up around him, fingers playing with the silver chain around his neck. No government would ever recognize it, they couldn’t really tell the world, but the ring on that chain was everything to Steve, just like the man who had given it to him. 
“She is,” Steve fake-whispered into Eddie’s ear, “She’s trying to poison us all with liquid potatoes,”
“Lucky for us, we have you,” Eddie whispered back, pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek from behind, “God bless you, Mr. Potato Man.”
Steve snickered, turning around so he could fully face his partner. Eddie’s hair was shorter now than it was when they were young and stupid, and he was starting to get crows feet in the corner of his eyes.
He was more beautiful every time Steve saw him. 
“Quick! Eddie distract him while I put water in the potatoes!” Joyce cried. Eddie immediately went along with it, yanking Steve away from the stove and ignoring his protests as she began to experiment. Steve conceded defeat the second the paprika was pulled out of the cupboard. Some things would just never change. 
Eddie dragged him into the hallway, hiding them ever so slightly from the rest. 
“Glad to be home,” He murmured, hugging Steve close and resting their foreheads together. 
Home. The home Eddie had bought him all those years ago. The carpet in the living room was a soft cream now instead of gaudy orange, and there were boxes filled with mums in each window. The mold problem had been fully eradicated, but the screen door still swung open and shut in the wind. 
Steve didn’t mind it anymore.  It was just a part of the charm of their house. 
Their house. Even now it made his heart fill to the bursting to think of it. Their house.  
But now that Eddie was back, it was really home. 
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merrysithmas · 9 months
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at first i was like mmmmmmm idk about this new scrappy skinny scrawny Jim Kirk but as I think about it as resident JTK expert (Phd) I am coming around to the accuracy of post-Tarsus massacre Commander Kirk desperate to embrace the fleeting impermance of happiness by embodying compassion (towards Uhura and La'an) and appreciation for transient silly pleasures (like cookies or hotdogs) AS WELL AS being actively hypervigilant towards his own & other's safety (La'an, The Enterprise vs the Romulans, Uhura) as a trauma response towards the horrors of genocide he experienced first hand.
Also his devil-may-care mien & deep respect towards command in TOS is replaced by a somewhat less likeable ambition to succeed in SNW... another off-shoot to this trauma. We see he has a desire to climb towards rank (for control & protection) yet does not fully embody the ability to handle it with the grace needed to become the legend just yet.
also I've ended up liking the inversion of TOS physical physique that SNW gives us with a more muscular/appearance-oriented (anxious) Spock & a small scrappy (traumatized) Jim ... it appears to be well thought out & a stepping stone to their eventual comfortable self-actualizations in TOS.
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charliebugz · 7 months
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Jim talking about Izzy
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Jim, Olu, Archie, and Zheng are in a polycule now. Because I said so.
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mother-jim · 1 year
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rewatching mmfr and i just realized that at the start of the final chase when nux starts choking on the gasoline and max has him go back in the rig, max rubs nux’s head the same way nux rubbed his head at the start of the film when max has furiosa pinned
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beatbizzle · 2 months
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This is off brand for me ig, but I haven't slept more than 2-4 hours a night for like a month straight. (Except one weekend i slept for like 14 hours lmao i took a nap and never woke up)
Any tricks of the trade to help? I've slowly dropped my caffeine consumption from 250-300mg (latest 1pm) a day to 60-80mg (latest 8am) and in 100% honesty it has made the sleep thing worse. I feel better over all, but am not sleeping which is probably bad?
I also a genetic short sleeper syndrome (i sleep on average 5-6 hours and am fine) but 2-4 hours seems bad and like it might hurt me even though i feel okay.
Any help is much appreciated!
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starr-eaterr · 7 months
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so... i started watching Pushing Daisies today...
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idlesuperstar · 5 months
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The My-Eyeballs-Are-So-Happy Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy Bluray Watch
Episode 5: Tinker Tailor
- You don't break exactly, you just run out of stories to tell.
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mischiefmanagers · 2 years
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stranger things fic writers after volume 2 destroys us
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