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the-binx · 11 months
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Jimbooo’s Italian Beef - Case Study
My case study for my first project from the Google UX certification. My prompt was to create a food delivery app from one of my favorite hometown restaurants. I chose Jimbooo’s Italian Beef for a few reasons:
1. They have enough branding where I could really get creative and have fun with it.
2. It reminds me of my family, and how we all love the various soups there.
The images outlay the entire case study including my research methods, process from paper wireframes, to high-fidelity mockups.
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Low-Fidelity Prototype
High-Fidelity Prototype
I welcome being reached out to for any feedback as I continue my UX journey!
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shapeshivvter · 5 months
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(」゚ロ゚)」ᴺᴼᴼᴼ~ not jimbooo
Maybe we can yeet him in Ohio? Or hHhhHh the North Pole???
no
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sugary-knacks · 2 years
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JIMBOOO
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HI NEW BESTIE nice to meet you!! I’m Ink/Alexander, he/they, what’s ur name/pronouns?
hi :]
i'm jimbooo, he/him
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valeskaslaugh · 3 years
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GOTHAM TEXTING (2)
*private chat between Jerome and Jim*
Jim: Jerome?
*ten minutes later*
Jim: JEROME?!
*one hour later*
Jim: JEROME! ANSWER ME! NOW!😡😤
*5 minutes later*
Jerome: Do I know you?
Jim: I'm your worst nightmare😠
Jerome: You're my mother?? I thought she's dead!🤯
Jim: It's Jim, you idiot...
Jerome: Oh...
Jerome: Not that worse
Jim: Where are you?!
Jerome: Who gave you my phone number?
Jim: I asked you first.
Jerome: I asked you second.
Jim: 😠
Jerome: 🙃
Jerome: Why should I tell you where I am? You're the detective..so do some detecting
Jerome: See ya, Jimbooo 🤪
*Jerome goes offline and turns his phone off*
Jim: Jerome?!
Jim: I fucking hate you...😡
*Jim goes offline and searches for Jerome*
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dorianeinar · 3 years
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NONONONONONO I RECOGNIZE THAT MAN IN THE ELEVATOR KILL KILL RIP BLOOD KILL EVISCERATE
GET EM JIMBOOO
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kernblanskis · 3 years
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¡¡jimbooo is fine😭😭😭😭!!is fine. and Ned too. Ned has recovered from his injuries.😍😍😍😍😍
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purplerose244 · 4 years
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All I want for Christmas
Here’s my present for @yellowmagicalgirl!! Hi, I’m your Secret Santa 😎 Here for you a Jlaire Christmas fic hurt/comfort with some fluffy moments, I hope you have a nice Christmas ❤❤ A special thank to @toa-secret-santa for this wonderful event, I enjoyed a lot writing this! 😊
Enjoy!! ^ ^
Here the fic on the AO3
So… his girlfriend was late.
Nothing to fear someone would say, maybe you arrived too early some other would say, take the hint and move on Jim Lame Jr. a third person would add – or that was just a remaining of Steve’s high school reign of terror into his head. And then there was him, who was in a relationship that had survived high school, Trollmarket, Darklands and the end of the world – twice. Who trusted this girl like few other people in the entire world. Who knew to be have been stalling for half an hour at this fancy restaurant, constantly looking at his phone to make sure he was in time.
The waiter was giving him such deadly eyes he couldn’t help but scratch his chest looking instinctively for his amulet, just in case. Only to pet the cloth of his jacket. The Glamour Mask was definitely a powerful item, turning all of his mighty half troll figure into his skinny old self. As much as it felt good to look human again, he could help but feel off. He never truly liked appearances, and lying to himself was ridiculous. Just for tonight, though, he promised himself not to be overly existentialistic.
He could sit on a chair of his size! The wonder!
His phone started to ring, his heart fluttered hoping to finally get a word from Claire. Nope, just good old Tobes. Four minutes late now. Eh, maybe he was getting paranoid.
“Hello?”
“-Jimbooo!! Merry Christmas!-”
“Tobes you said it this morning already. Right at midnight, remember?” Not his ideal alarm, with all the danger faced until now he had become pretty good at waking up automatically with his sword out – poor Bagdwella woke up only to faint right after.
“-Can’t I say it twice to my bestest friend in the world? Aaalso Nana may or may not want me to check in and make sure the sweater she made for you is big enough. She kinda took the cookies hostage so… Merry Christmas, please tell me the sweater is good!-” Jim giggled. How could it not? Somehow his tough troll skin could still melt under the fluffiness. One of the best presents he got all day, even though it was a tough fight against Blinky’s book, a handmade historical volume with all his adventures as the trollhunter and Jim Lake Jr., and the other trolls’ effort to build him a statue like the ones in the Hero’s Forge back at the Trollmarket – out of scratch and garbage, but still heartfelt. Also Claire’s was still left…
“It’s perfect, tell her I say thanks.” The music in the background sounded different from usual, it was definitely not Ms. Domzalski’s usual eighties Christmas movie. More like some kind of Rumba lesson. “Are you guys dancing?”
Toby made a disgusted noise.
“-Just Nana… and Varvatos.-”
“For real?!” Boy did he miss stuff from Arcadia.
Even from the phone he could hear the light shrug.
“-We have our Akiridion friends for Christmas, apparently they don’t know what it is and that is unacceptable. Apart from the geezers’ love show it’s kinda fun you know? Aja has spent a full hour staring in awe at the decorations and Krel is at his fourth hot chocolate. Tried to stop him, kept shifting the mug through all his four arms, the sneaky genius.-” He sighed, but in a playful tone. He was definitely happy to have those two at his home – maybe even Varvatos. “-You’re at the restaurant, dude? How is the Christmas going for you two lovebirds?-” Right on cue his smirking voice appeared, of course. His own fault telling him about all the planning he did for this night – even though there was no way to hide something like that from him.
Jim stared at the empty spot in front of him, sighing.
“Claire’s not here yet.”
“-What?… she’s ten minutes late, what’s going on?-” That was a great question. “-I leave you all alone in New Jersey, see what happens. Do I have to put up a new three rules plan? Like back for the double date?-”
“Not sure how to prove your method since that time I basically went on a date with Morgana.” The implications of that night could still give him the creeps, and judging from Toby’s whine it wasn’t just him. “I’m sure it’s nothing. Besides, she can take care of herself.” There wasn’t even much danger hanging around, only a bunch of goblins and that warrior thingy they threatened away a while ago – now it was a Wizards’ problem.
“-If you say so, I guess I’ll leave you th- Luug for the last time, stop stealing Chomsky’s wife, she’s not a toy! She would be in any other place but not in this house!-” A happy barf came from the phone. “-Well, gotta scram. Say hi to Claire, for me! And to Blinky and the others!-”
“For sure, bye.” Call ended, still no sign of his girlfriend. Everything was too quiet, this fancy place was moved just by polite whispering and some light clanks of the stools. The waiter passed by his table, giving him a very annoyed and questionable eyebrow. “Huh, scusa, sorry, five more minutes?” The man sighed in the subtlest way and nodded, leaving him to his empty table.
Jim started to bump his fingers over the present for her, the red wrap almost mesmerizing to look at. He peaked at the phone. A quarter of an hour. He felt like he was on the verge of the ‘maybe I should send a message’, but couldn’t shake away the ‘I’m definitely I’m exaggerating’ feeling. Or maybe he was just hungry. When they started to plan this special night Claire had insisted to come to this specific Italian restaurant, ‘La Gialla Ragazza Magica’, saying there was something on the menu that she thought even his troll tongue might appreciate. It was certainly a nice thought. His first normal date at a normal place in a while, with his not so ordinary girlfriend.
Who was… peaking at the window? All covered in mud?
Jim jumped on his feet, the chair falling down. Right when their eyes met he saw the faintest tears forming, and his heart broke right there. The moment she tried to escape he was already running, probably bumping the famous waiter who broke in a few furiously whispered Italian curses.
Who cared? He didn’t. Nothing else mattered.
It had snowed a couple of days prior, now the streets were covered in white wonder. He almost slipped a couple of times but didn’t slow down. It was just a matter of showing her how serious he was. Because there was no way she could outrun him, Claire knew it well. That was why, as soon as they stumbled in an old forgotten park, hidden behind a bunch of dry trees ready to be taken down, she slowly stopped, panting softly.
Jim did the same, exhaling just one breath before scooting closer. Her tearful eyes blocked him.
“It’s nothing, I promise.” She immediately wiped away her tears.
“Claire what happened?” An attack? Another enemy? The guilt for waiting impatiently was starting to burn his stomach. He approached her cautiously, like she could run away again if he tried a rush move. “Was it the knight thingy again? Someone else?”
“No one attacked me Jim. It’s… it’s not important.” She took a bench and sat on it, looking at everything but him. She could be so stubborn sometimes. Even while wearing a purple dress covered in mud all over the gown. Even while having a lavender coat with one shoulder unstitched. Even while holding for dear life against her chest a silver bag with a blue ribbon. Even while biting her lip just to hold everything for herself.
Jim sat nearby and smiled at her, gently taking her face between his hands. It was weird again, seeing his human hands. Like nothing had really changed after all.
“I don’t really like how this not important is making my girlfriend cry. Should I beat him up?” Claire rolled her eyes, even if a little grin escaped her lips. “Ah, there, that’s better. That’s all I want for Christm- Oh my gosh, old overused Christmas songs are prophetic, what do you know.” He gained a giggle, the night was getting wonderful already. He slowly took her hands, bringing them together, cold and shaking. The bag softly drifted against her chest. “Alright, spill.”
Claire sighed, looking better, leaning into his hold.
“It’s stupid, really.”
“If you’re involved then it’s definitely not.” She shrugged, eyes down, still looking unsure. “Come on Claire, don’t make me speak Spanish to you, you know I can do that!” Ah, a snort. He was definitely going in the right direction.
“Please spare me from such painful experience.”
“Then you know what to do, chica loca.” Every single one of Senor Uhl’s harsh lessons was worth it just to hear this laugh, a wonderful sound able to turn the cold winter just a little bit warmer.
Claire looked down at the present, her smile slowly fading into disappointment.
“I just... I struggled a little to find the perfect present for you.” Claire Nunez getting this late for an event? “I already made something for you like a month ago.” Oh thank goodness, now the world was in balance again. “But the more I thought about it the silliest it looked and...” She grunted, frustrated, crossing her arms over her stomach, the bag in the middle. “I don’t know, I freaked out. And then I come to this exotic restaurant with all the atmosphere, with my boyfriend all elegant and a present ready on the table that is definitely gonna be amazing and...” Claire whined, giving him a smile. “You just have to make everything special for me, do you?”
Jim winced, scooting closer, a little wary.
“You don’t like that?”
“I love that. Makes me wanna do something in return, and this is what happens when I try.” She sighed, looking down at her gown. “… I was trying to find a spell for making you human again.” Jim couldn’t help but gasp, looking at her in disbelief. “I know you’re seeing everything in a better light now, I know you’re embracing your new life and you’re okay with that. It was supposed to be for one night, tonight, instead of using the Glamour Mask.” Claire’s eyes fell, the faintest bags underneath. Just how long she studied for that? “But I failed, none of the spells I tried had worked, not even after I sneaked some of Merlin’s old books.” A natural scowl took over her face for a moment, forever marked as a reaction to that name. “I’m sorry Jim. I wanted to give you the best Christmas after all you’ve been through, and now…” She took the bag between her hands, her wet cheeks vivid under the streetlights. Shook by the disappointment and the hatred.
But oh, if Jim cared about that awful guy right now. There was absolutely nothing that could distract him from this wonderful warm feeling taking over inside, challenging winter for supremacy and winning without a sweat.
She did it for him. For no one but him.
Jim hugged her, waiting for her surprised hands to lean on his back. If there was something good that truly came from his transformation was how life had became so much vivid. All of his senses were hyperactive, capturing everything around him. The pinching caress of the winter breeze, the chatters of citizens excited for festivities, the Christmas lights so painfully beautiful, the mouthwatering smell of doughnuts in the streets.
And her. Her scent, her voice, her touch.
“I love you.” Her sweet, gentle shiver as words took place into the air. To the point even Jim was forced to acknowledge them. Right. He never said that before, such an obvious yet fundamental thing. Right now it felt just right.
Claire pushed him away just to look into his eyes. In her brown irises there was astonishment, wonder, awe. Love. So much love, blossoming in her smile. And in her laugh.
“Took you long enough.”
Jim grinned. Right, he couldn’t even gather the courage to ask her to prom, let alone the l-word. She was simply one step ahead, and he would had not taken it any other way.
“You just have a quicker pace. I’m catching you, always will.” Or maybe she was willing to wait for him to speed up. That was what he thought, when she took the Glamour Mask off his face for just a moment, his blue fuzzy face in full view in the Christmas night. She was ready to make sure he was seen, was welcomed, was close, like right now when she kissed him so gently with her cold lips, the caress of a snowflake. Making him forget who was troll, who was human, and what actually mattered outside this moment.
When Claire pulled away, lips beautifully red and lucid, the regret was still apparent into her eyes.
“… I’m sorry it didn’t work out. I really wanted to give you something special tonight.” She put back the mask, smiling weakly.
Jim tenderly caressed her cheek.
“You wanna give me something special? Please let’s get to our table, I’m pretty sure one of the waiter is already done with me.” She arched an eyebrow in confusion. “… I came an hour earlier to make sure I was on time. Kept stalling the entire night.”
Claire giggled, the lights got brighter.
“James Lake Junior, are you for real?”
“Hey, I’m allowed to be nervous the night of Christmas for a dinner date, especially if my girlfriend is late!” She rolled her eyes but nodded nonetheless. “… maybe you wanna go home and change? Or we can just forget about dinner, if you’re not in the mood anymore.” The last thing he would had wanted was upset her, especially after knowing how much she had worked on this.
Claire gave him a look. She eyed her dress, smiled slyly and traced the outline of the spots with her fingers. She whispered something, her eyes turned purple for a moment, and the mud came out of the cloth falling on the snow.
“I like this dress, thank you. Also I’m starving, shall we?” She extended a hand towards him, smiling softly. Glowing as soon as he took the invitation. Right, no chivalry with this sorceress, Claire could be her own knight with no problem.
Getting back inside the restaurant proved to be a little less problematic than he expected, he wasn’t sure if it was his inerasable reservation, the present he left at the table kinda like a placeholder, or the beautiful lady by his side. They simply managed to avoid the waiter’s very obvious irritated expression and take place. The atmosphere was already different, as one of the musician started playing some Christmas song at the piano.
Jim was distractively playing with a toothpick between his fingers, without missing Claire’s worried glance at his present for her. He sighed.
“Look, how about we just get this over with? So you can relax a little.” She hummed slightly then nodded. He pushed the bag towards her. “Here. I hope you like it.” Claire smiled and started unwrapping, try to peak inside as soon as a hole appeared. When it was finally uncovered she gasped with glee, looking at the brand new edition of Romeo and Juliet in her hand. The cover was white with black roses at the edges, a single red bottle under the big title.
“Oh Jim, it’s beautiful!”
Jim grinned, keeping a sigh of relief for himself.
“I know you left your copy at Arcadia, so I thought why not?” He took his time to admire this theatre kid getting lost on her world. “There’s a little note inside.” And thinking about how much sleep he lost just thinking about those three lines almost made him yawn on the place. When she looked at his dedication, right next to the first chapter, he could almost hear her thoughts reading out loud.
Back there I was your Romeo, you were my Juliet
Today, together, we’re our own happy ending
I love you, Claire Nunez
JLJ
It didn’t rhyme and that sucked, it was the first conclusion he came to when he had finished the thirtieth draft. But when Claire’s lips gingerly touched his once again, with her standing up without caring for the attention, he couldn’t help but feel overly proud about himself.
Claire looked tearful again, and so happy.
“I love you too.” She went back to her seat, looking at the book with adoration. “Thank you, it’s perfect, this is just… perfect.” Her eyes went down again, as she warily gave him the present. This honor student had always took her most important assignments very seriously, going for a second option was probably painful.
Jim took the bag. It felt very light, and kinda soft. A sweater? A scarf?
“Claire you know if it’s coming from you I already love it, right? Like, it would be physically impossible for me to hate something that you bought for me.”
“Then there’s a problem, since I didn’t buy it.” She just gesture for him to get it over with.
Jim frowned, opening the bag. And there it was, red, white, fluffy. A big Santa hat made of wool, clearly handmade, with a precise texture even if a little loose. It had a little bell on the top that made him smile when he shook it.
“This is adorable, you made it yourself?”
“Well, yeah, but I did get some lessons from Lucy through webcam.”
“Who’s Lucy?”
“Aja and Krel’s adoptive mom or something, Toby told me about her as soon as I explained to him what I wanted to do.” Of course Tobes knew, that guy was everyone’s connection. “It’s just a little something, and it still came out a little amateurish… doesn’t really compare with this.” Her hands were still on the book, down but still so happy.
Jim smiled at her.
“What? You made this for me, this is the best! Let me try it… what…” He should had not notice probably, as his thumb slipped into a hole of the hat. “I-I probably shook it too hard, sorry!”
But Claire shook her head.
“It was there already. There are two holes actually. I put them.”
“Why would you…” As the second hole was revealed, and the realization of how perfectly placed the entrances were from each other, Jim gasped. “… oh my gosh. Oh my gosh, it’s a Christmas hat with holes for my horns. You made me a hat with space for my horns!” How he wished he could erase the expression of uncertainty from her face right this moment, but the joy was too much for him to do anything. Just imagining her careful fingers tracing the cloth and making sure to leave that little particularity was enough to leave him speechless.
Claire was worried. But she was also really, really smart, and Jim was most certain he was crying some happy tears while dealing with this bright shock of joy.
“… so you like it?”
“I love it!” He smiled at her. “Thank you.” He put it on, without caring how disproportional it looked over his human head – for the first time ever he couldn’t wait to go back to his troll appearance. He tried to reach her over the table, his hand met hers midway and their fingers intertwined.
Her eyes were so bright and full it was almost too much to look at.
“You deserve this and so much more. You know you do, right?”
Jim shrugged, tracing her knuckles.
“Well, I’m not asking for anything more but this.” How messy and chaotic were their lives to enjoy just a simple breath while holding each other’s hands like this? Little they cared. Jim might have been content with just being like this for a few hours… but he was also hungry. Troll hungry. “Now, this is a really nice place, but what do I eat exactly?”
Claire took the menu and smirked, like she was expecting that question.
“Puzzone di Moena.”
“Come again?” She giggled.
“It’s an Italian cheese, produced in a city of a specific region of the North. You can translate the name as ‘Moena’s Stinky’, very characteristic for its very strong smell of… feet.” She pointed at one of the main dishes. “Here they make the gnocchi with a sauce made of that cheese, I thought that you might like this one. Just so you can have a nice meal in a neat place with me.”
Jim didn’t even know how to deal with this. He just took her hand again, warm and soft, looking at her amazing girlfriend with the strongest wish to let her know how much it meant to him.
“I love you so much.”
Claire held back, smiling brightly, like she knew exactly how much.
“I love you too.” Because she felt exactly the same.
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rae-is-kinda-gae · 5 years
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“Mmn- I’m flying Jimbooo!” (I’m so sorry but I’m bout to reenact the titanic on a boat field trip..)
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the-fanaddict · 5 years
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JIMBOOO
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brothebro · 6 years
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I just finished watching the dragon prince in Greek. The dub was very good but I feel like some jokes were lost in translation.
Anyway, that's not what I wanted to say. I wanted to say that in GREEK Jim Lake Jr. And Callum have the same voice actor . I was the whole time like : jimbooo whatchu doing casting spells and stuff ?
(I'd pay for a crossover episode lol)
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wweassets · 3 years
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"Hey Jimbooo...." "Heeeyyy!" "You want some boy-yanka?" The way I fucking SCREAMED when I heard that fjejejdjejsj
HSDFHSDFSDGFGDSGFDS
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krashkazoooie · 6 years
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Oshit
@transboygenius screw you :P
(Jokingly of course lmao)
Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag some people.
Nickname(s): I don’t have one but shortened names like Kaz or Kazzie r good
Gender: feems
Sign: Capricorn
Height: fujking 5"6
Time: 1:13 PM
Birthday: January 9th
Favorite Bands:  None but I friggin love Rankin Bass music
Solo Artists: uh
Song stuck in my head: Super Freak by Rick James and We’re a couple of misfits :’)
Last show I watched: Davey and Goliath
Why did I create this blog: Instagram fried my brain cells and I needed a fresh start with people I didn’t know
Also to get fuggin crazy at 3 In the morning
What do I post: Lots of gay stuff, reblogs, art, did I say gay stuff? Rankin Bass, SpongeBob, and if I ever get the chance, Jimbooo
What did I last google: angry phrases
Other blogs: Aesthetics, HERMEY THE TWINK, Rankin/Bass, SpongeBob, Nickelodeon ig, and uhh gay R/B stuff because those are the best I shit you not (SNOW MISER AND WINTER FHDHDGDDJFH)(FUGJKIN YUKON AND HERMEY)
Do I get asks: *snort* I wish
Why did I choose this URL: it’s literally just what came to mind after 4 minutes of thinking
Following: Lots of good people, but the number is 284
Followers: 33
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Lucky number: none rip
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Favorite Food: uhh tatertots
Last book I read: FANFICS
3 favorite fandoms: Rankin/Bass, Nickelodeon and Howdy Doody if the fukkin 70 year old show even has one
Uhm let’s see how bout @acrylicshine @smelbo yeah uh I’m not good at socially existing bye
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viaweller-blog · 7 years
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Captain Amelia and a Close-up of Jimbooo!!!!! As always, better quality in my Instagram What I think about Captain Amelia's drawing?? In my opinion the one no coloured is much better , it soft her expression , I shouldn't had to paint in watercolour but I did so... just continuing sailing!!!
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vwildmage · 7 years
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For the sake of giggles
Toby watched his friend glide about the kitchen, both impressed and annoyed. Jim's cooking skills never ceased to amaze him, but that boy hadn't had a full nights sleep in at least a week and a half. To be fair, none of them had been sleeping well lately, but Jim seemed to be deliberately avoiding it. "He still going?" Toby glanced over at the equally worn out Claire, who was leaning against the nearest wall to observe, and gave a brief 'hm' of affirmation. That night's encounter with the supernatural had left the three kids exhausted and wary. Thankfully, they hadn't had to face it alone. The three trolls that had helped them were currently in the living room, discussing something. Once their conversation ended, Aaargh would go with Toby back to Nana Domzalski's house, and Blinky would ensure that Claire got home safely before returning to Trollmarket to document a few interesting things they had learned. Draal would remain near the Lake household for a few more hours, keeping watch, and then head back to Trollmarket before dawn. Toby looked back towards Jim, who had completed his cooking, stored the food for later consumption, and was now beginning cleanup. Toby grimaced. "You can always leave the dishes for tomorrow, Jim. It wouldn't kill you to leave them for one night." His advice fell on deaf ears as Jim simply continued cleaning. "Hey, Jim." Silence "Jimbooo. Jim-a-jam. Jimmy Neutron." Still no acknowledgement. That last one usually got a reaction out of him, he had a deep loathing for being referred to as 'Jimmy Neutron.' Toby narrowed his eyes. "He's on full autopilot," Claire mumbled tiredly, her eyes slightly unfocused. "Honestly, he could be sleep walking." Toby made a face. This called for drastic measures. He walked towards the refrigerator, out of Jim's path, and opened the freezer door. While the sudden blast of freezing air took the edge off of his tiredness, it seemed the mere realization of what he was planning did the same for Claire. She sat up, eyes alert, as Toby retrieved a couple of ice cubes from the tray and turned to Jim, who stood facing the sink and scrubbing another dish. Claire had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing outright as Toby walked purposefully towards his unaware friend, reached up, and began to pull the neck of his shirt back... --- "Well, it's settled then," Blinky concluded. Arrrgh and Draal were nodding in agreement. "We may as well leave the rest for tomorrow night. We need to-" He was abruptly cut off as Jim's voice echoed from the kitchen, shrieking like a scalded cat. "TOBYY?!" The shorter teen came bolting from the direction of the kitchen, giggling madly and diving to hide behind Arrrgh as one enraged James Lake Jr followed close behind, clutching something cold and dripping in one hand. Jim barely registered the trolls presence before attempting to vault over him. Arrrgh quickly reached up and caught the irate Trollhunter, holding him easily as he flailed and fired insults and threats involving the very ice cubes he held at the still laughing Tobias. Draal watched the whole mess, thoroughly entertained by the young ones antics, and Blinky looked questioningly over at Claire. She was unable to give him an answer, it seemed, as she too had devolved into helpless laughter and was doubled over in hysterics, practically clinging to the door frame. Blinky shook his head and allowed a small smile to cross his face. Trollhunters or not, kids would be kids. After everything they had been through together, and what they would face in the future, he could not bring himself to begrudge them their fun.
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kickpushcoast · 6 years
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1, 7
1. Last kissJimbooo2. Been cheated on?If the person says they are your boyfriend yet are constantly hanging out with someone else and probs sleeping with them counts as cheating... then yes. (This is a long and fucked up story)
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