#jumpstreet

[snapshotofthesloth]

#jumpstreet #channingtatum #jonahhill #magicmike #davefranco #nowyouseeme #neighbors #movies #icecube #film #stepup #movie #dearjohn #channingtatumfans #avengers #love #marvel #jamesfranco #thedisasterartist #thevow #instadaily #instagood #youresohot #director #scrubs #balloons #easy #magicmikexxl #underground #madden

[terangnirwana]

JumP StrEEt @terangnirwana

#notorious #yellow #line #walk #man #terangcnirwana #noonecares #terangnirwana #mysexybik3 #nirwanaclan #terangnirwana #terangcorner #tcnline #tcnjourney #tcncorner #colorit3m #break #outout #streets_vision

#terangcnirwana #nirwanaclan #mysexybik3 #rumahbrand #terangnirwana #tcncorner #terangcorner #tcnline #jumpstreet #colorit3m

[myla-skates]

From Skating straight to @jump_street_essex #jumpstreet #readytojump #superactive #mylaskates (at Jump Street) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfgf9U2jJCo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#jumpstreet #readytojump #superactive #mylaskates

[iloveyoujohnnydepp]

Johnny Depp as Tom Hanson in 21 Jumpstreet (1987-1990)

#johnny depp #actor #celeb #icon #musician #iloveyoujohnnydepp #hollywood #1990s #TV shows #21 jumpstreet #21 jump street #john hanson

[sunwarmed-ash]

could you imagine the carnage if I put Johnlock on here???

#max polls #kiss kiss bang bang #21 jumpstreet #true detective #detroit become human #criminal minds #white collar #hot fuzz #lets be cops #rust x marty #jenko x schmidt #gay perry #harry lockhart #gay perry x harry lockhart #ryan x justin #morreid #peter burke x neal caffrey #peter x neal #neal caffery #peter burke #rustin cohle #rust cohle #marty hart #marty x rust #derek morgan #spencer reid #derek x spencer #hankcon #honnor #hank anderson

[papering-the-wall]

Happy 18th of DEPPcember! 

(Johnny Depp) (18/31) 

(21 Jump Street) [S1E3]

#johnny depp #johnny depp gif #johnny depp gifs #gif #gifs #deppcember #deppcember 18 #deppcember 18th #december 18 #december 18th #advent calendar #advent gif calendar #18/31 #21 jump street #21 jumpstreet #tom hanson #tom hanson gif

[mythologyfolklore]

Some demon: *is holding Tripitaka hostage* Sūn Wùkōng: *clutching a wound* You got this! Liù'ěr Míhóu: *has traumatic flashbacks* Tripitaka: *elbows the demon into the stomach and bolts* Sūn Wùkōng: Come on! Liù'ěr Míhóu: ... *pulls out a glock* You peaked in highschool, motherfucker! *pulls the trigger* Demon: *keels over, screaming in pain* Liù'ěr Míhóu: Shit! I shot him in the dick! Demon: YOU SHOT ME IN THE DICK!

#journey to the west #sun wukong #liu er mihou #tripitaka #source: 21 jumpstreet

[21deppstreet]

That episode where Doug shot Tom in the ass

#johnny depp #21 jumpstreet 1987 #hanhall #myart #artists on tumblr #digital art #Tom Hanson #Doug Hanson

[crossover-enthusiast]

Imagine if Dexter actually had accurate and respectful traits of aspd instead of it being "oh people with aspd are inherently murderers" (not accusing pelo of that, I'm just saying the reason it says he has it on his wiki is cuz some fan told pelo he probably had it because "he was a murderer" and pelo unknowingly went along with it cuz he wasn't informed on aspd which isn't his fault)

Oof

Idk what to really say aside from that, it's very shitty

#How do we have a series with a very complex character and someone just misses the entire plot with- #'oh he has this real life disorder because he tries to kill everything' #Especially when THE SHOW ITSELF goes against that?? Like Dexter is only shown to completely throw regard for others out the window #When he's been pushed to his very limit #We do not know what he's like normally outside of a few brief scenes #And hell if he didn't he would have tried to kill Skid and Pump from jumpstreet but he held out for as long as he could #And we KNOW this from the toy chest notes #Spooky Month #Dexter

[hippepinkebaby]

Top 10 men who I could go on 4ever with 😍😜🎀

#Freakydeaky #tom hanson x reader #To Hanson #21 jumpstreet #im just a girl #girly stuff #coqette #lana del rey

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

warnings: fight, feelings of abandonment, swearing

“How long is it going to be this time Tommy?” I asked as I sat on his bed, watching him pack a bag with clothes that would turn him into Tom McQuaid. “How long are you going to be gone?” Tom looked at me. The way his jaw was set told me he was already fed up with this conversation.

“I already told you (Y/N). It’s however long it takes to make the bust.” He sighed out his nose before throwing a flannel shirt into the bag, not even bothering to fold it. “I tell you this every. Single. Time. This little song and dance we do is starting to get on my nerves.” I let out a dry laugh.

“it’s getting on my nerves too Tom.” I tugged the flannel out of his bag and folded it, tossing it back in the bag once I was done. “But this is a conversation we need to have. One we have to have every single time. Mainly because you seem forget I exist the second you step out that door and into the chapel.” His eyes flicked to meet mine.

“It’s…” he started. I shook my head.

“for my own protection.” I snapped. “So you keep telling me Tom. But you seem to fail to understand that while it does protect me from anything that’s out there threatening to get you, it doesn’t protect me from the hurt that follows you out the damn door.” Tom stilled as I met his eyes.

“I can’t do anything about that.” He muttered after a few minutes. “I wish I could. But I can’t. Even a phone call could blow my cover. You know this. You knew what you were getting into when we started this.”

“Tom…” he shook his head.

“You seem to always forget. This is what you signed up for. You knew what you were getting into (Y/N). You knew what jumpstreet entailed. You knew!”

“you don’t get to throw that at me tom. I know what I signed up for.” I moved off the bed and stared him down. “You promised me that you wouldn’t give me a seconds notice anymore. That when you knew, I knew. I know for a fact that fuller knew about this for a week. A week Tom. And yet you said nothing.”

“how do you know that fuller assigned me a week ago?” There was a flash of something in toms eyes while his hands stilled. I set my jaw and stared back at him.

“Dennis.” I spit out. Toms jaw hardened. “The fact I had to get it from booker of all people! Booker! Even penhall wouldn’t say anything to me. Do you even know how low that is tom?”

“you talked to booker before you talked to me?” His voice had gotten low. I raised an eyebrow at him.

“well you weren’t telling me. I had to talk to someone.” Tom shook his head and finished his packing. Hoisting the bag onto his shoulder, Tom left the room. He paused at the door to his apartment.

“I’ll be back in two weeks. Give or take.” He looked down at his shoes before looking back at me. “I’ll let you know when I get back. Feel free to crash here if you need to.” With that, he left. I fell to my knees as tears started to fall. After a few minutes, I got up and made my way back to the room we had just left. The flannel I had folded was laying on the bed, a piece of paper with a phone number sitting on top of it. I picked up the shirt and unfolded it, putting it on and slipping the paper into the pocket. Pulling it tightly to my body, I laid down on the bed and cried.

———————--time skip—-———————————

The sound of a key in the lock alerted me to the front door. My head snapped up and I tugged the shirt I was wearing tighter to me. I slowly moved to the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. The sound of a bag hitting the floor and keys hitting a table echoed around the small room. I watched toms back as he closed the door, sighing before leaning his head against it.

“hi Tommy.” I said quietly. He looked over his shoulder at me. A small smile grew as he looked me over.

“hi (Y/N/N).” He moved closer to me, testing to see if I would pick up the fight we had started weeks ago. “Sorry I took longer to make the bust. Fuller wasn’t sure about the evidence so I….” His words were cut off in a huff of air as I ran across the hallway to him, wrapping my arms around him after colliding with him. I buried my face into him.

“I know. Penhall called.” I breathed out. “He made it sound like something had gone horribly wrong. I was worried for you.” Tom pressed his face into my hair. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” A kiss was pressed to the top of my head. “Im so sorry. I should have told you before all this started. I’ll never do it again.” I shook my head, pulling back to look him in the eye.

“you don’t have to Tom. I’ve done a lot of thinking these last few weeks. I do know what I signed up for when I agreed to date you.” Tom kissed me, making me stop talking.

“I owe it to you.” He whispered pulling away, his eyes searching mine. “I should never have said that during the fight. I should have known what I signed up for when I asked you out.” I giggled as I leaned in to kiss him again.

“I love you Tommy.”

“I love you too.”

#johnny depp #johnny depp x reader #johnny depp fanfiction #johnny depp imagine #Johnny depp fanfic #tom hanson imagine #tom hanson fanfiction #tom hanson fanfic #tom hanson x reader #tom hanson #21 jump street #21 jumpstreet #justiceforjohnnydepp #justice for johnny depp #I stand with Johnny depp

[theloveinc]

ummmmmm some things. first of all:☝🏻

held back high school senior x first year teacher!reader...

gojo x education major!reader

#im abt to make some cookies but this is kinda on my mind #im sorta imagining like 21 jumpstreet style man in clothes too small for him trying to paw at his young teacher bc he doesn't wanna be ther #LMFAO #what abt undercover detective LMGJAKFAKLDFJ.ALK that would be so funny #they're so into u and ur like. yes u look 25. no i'm not abt to f*ck u. ur my student #and theyre just like iuhjaiudfhuiadjfhaiujksdhflkjadsjflk #also thought abt gojo dating someone who works with kids and trying to read all their super intense pedagogical documents #so self inserty but im sick of goofy sht kinda #i want him on ur bed pulling his hair out trying to read 'sel is hegemonic miseducation' LMFAOO #anyway cookie and snack time now #caitie blabs #shii posts

[kurtskrow]

𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄

Icons taken around Edward Scissorhands premiere 1990, 21 Jumpstreet era, and Cry-Baby 1990.

It's songs like these that remind me of Depp. Not many understand him.

Expect a bit more of Depp, my girl loves him and all.

#icons #johnny depp #johnny depp icons #21 jump street icons #21 jumpstreet #21 jump street 1987 #cry baby #cry baby icons #cry baby 1990 #cry baby 1990 icons #edward scissorhands #edward scissorhands premiere #edward scissorhands icons

[johnnyuwudepp]

Tom and Doug !!Doug and Tom!!

#johnny depp #21 jumpstreet #doug penhall #Doug x tom #Hanson x penhall #tom hanson\art #art #mine #hanhall

[meduseld]

The thing about EXU: Calamity is that these characters are so good and this world so compelling and we want to see so much more of them and what they do but... they’re doomed. We know this ends in a TPK in the last minutes of the last episode if they all make there at all. It’s in the name and the premise. And yet......

Dammit this is Rogue One all over again isn’t it?

#something something more compelling because they're all doomed #the tragedy is beauty in inevitability and the emotion in our wishing otherwise #means we care #anyways #exu calamity #critical role #exandria unlimited #it's not a spoiler when we were told from jumpstreet

[iridescentprose]

The Good Stuff—Penhall x fem!reader

summary; you're undercover as Penhall's girlfriend while trying to bust a drug dealer.

warnings; brief descriptions and mentionings of drugs (crack); brief violence but overall fluff.

author's note: i saw no fics for penhall so I thought, why not? please enjoy!

wc; 1,519

"You're impossible."

The room smelled like a rotting corpse and cigarette smoke. It took all your might to keep yourself from constantly scrunching up your nose and resisting the urge to cough. For the past ten minutes you and Penhall had been arguing on a crusty hotel couch. The couch—covered in burn marks from cigarette butts and cheese cracker crumbs—dipped slightly as Penhall adjusted himself to sit on the edge of it.

He leaned towards you, his jaw loosening as the drug dealer slipped out of his seat to retrieve the package from the back of the room.

"Oh, really? I'm impossible?" He gestured to himself, his eyebrows creased slightly. With each word he spoke his voice rose an octave. You fought the urge not to laugh at his incredulous wide-eyed expression.

Classic Penhall.

"Yes," You said, mimicking his posture as you positioned yourself on the edge of the couch. "What kind of man doesn't pay for their girl's meal? Explain that."

"The type of man who doesn't have the money, sweetheart," Penhall said as if it were obvious. He brushed a hand through his hair, exposing the keyring hanging on his earlobe.

"Well, why didn't you say that before we got to the restaurant?"

"Because you insisted, doll. It's not like it's easy to change your mind," he said before mumbling under his breath, "or make up your mind."

"Well excuse me for not wanting a meal from that greasy burger joint for the third night in a row—"

A crisp, though shrill whistle sliced through air, cutting the argument short. You and Penhall turned to look at the man sitting in the chair across from the both of you.

"Hey!" the drug dealer said, setting down his beer on the coffee table. "Cool it, alright? You and your girl...can work whatever yous got going on later. You want the package or not?"

Penhall slouched against the couch, his arm resting across the back rests. Tenderly his fingers brushed across the fabric of your shoulder as he hummed in thought. You quickly smack his hand away and he scoffs lightly before turning his attention back to the deal. He spared you an eyeroll and held out one of his hands towards the dealer, palm facing upwards. "Yeah, yeah. Let's get down to business."

Grunting in agreement, the dealer slid the package into Penhall's hands. The brown bag crinkled as the undercover cop sat upwards as if he were cradling the weight of the world in his hand. Meanwhile, you dug in your pocket for your gun.

"Is this stuff legit?" Penhall said as he sniffed the bag, taking his time snuffing it out. "You know my girl and I," he paused, settling a free hand on your knee, "if we're gonna party, we party hard with the good stuff, if you know what I mean."

As if on cue, you rolled your eyes and shove Penhall's hand off your knee, making it apparent you weren't in the mood to reconcile with your fake boyfriend. You stand to your feet and walk over to the window, being sure to hide the bulge in your left pocket.

"When she's not having one of her fits, that is," You could hear Penhall mutter before the bag crinkled again.

From the corner of your eye, you watched as Penhall took out the wad out of drugs wrapped in plastic bags, sealed together with duct tape. From a couple feet away you could already tell that the stuff was legit. It was all the evidence you needed. Turning your back to the pair, you peeked out the blinds. Across the way, you saw Hanson's unmarked police car parked on the sidewalk. Judy was in the passenger's seat, saying something in the walkie talkie.

"That legit enough for ya?" The dealer leaned back in his seat and lit a cigarette. "That should be enough to keep your girl happy until kingdom come." He wheezed his way into a laugh before it sputtered into a cough. "I got that on a good deal so are you takin' it or leavin' it, buddy?"

"We'll take it," Penhall said before standing to his feet. He set the bag on the counter, the package thudding against the ashtray that was hosting an unfinished cigarette.

You looked over your shoulder, the both of you meeting each other's gaze. His pursed lips formed a pout and you rolled your eyes.

The signal.

Without hesitation, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your gun, aiming it at the dealer who rose both hands above his head.

"Whoa, whoa! What's goin' here!"

"This was too easy," Penhall said to you, before retrieving his gun from his back pocket. "We might have time to make it to the Burger Shack after all, hun. They close in thirty."

"Would you just check the back?" You said, keeping the gun aimed at the man's chest. "And I'm more of a pizza person, sorry not sorry."

"Hey, pizza works. I'm a man of compromise," Penhall said, as he quickly searched the dealer who sat there in astonishment. "Aren't I, Fritz?" Lightly he clapped his palm against the dealer's cheek before rushing to the back to recover the rest of the narcotics.

Rolling your eyes, you eased closer to Fritz Baker—the city's most notorious drug dealer who happened to be under the radar and living in a dusty hotel. You and Penhall had been undercover for weeks—posing as an argumentative couple in hopes of catching Fritz and his lifetime supply of crack.

"Hands behind your back," You said, sternly. "Now."

In a matter of seconds you had Fritz handcuffed, standing by the door. Soon after, Penhall came stumbling out, packs of narcotics tucked under his arms. He tossed them onto the coffee table, the contents spilling over and onto the stained carpet.

"Hey, watch the merchandise," Fritz said, shooting glares at you both.

Ignoring Fritz entirely, he rubbed his chin before crossing the floor and going over to the window. He peeled back the blinds and waved at Tom and Judy before turning to look at you.

"Need help?"

"No, I've got him," You said, tugging on the handcuffs as you pried open the door. You shoved the dealer into the hall, ignoring the incessant mumbling under his breath.

"Good," he said, falling into step with you. He kept a heavy hand on Fritz's shoulder for good measure, in case the guy was feeling bold enough to run. "The sooner this place is cleaned out, the quicker we can get to that pizza place, huh?"

"In your dreams, Penhall."

But an hour later you and Penhall sat on the floor of your small apartment, sharing a large box pepperoni pizza in celebration of your first successful stakeout. Tom, Judy, and Ioki had left early, leaving only you and Penhall to finish the last two slices in the box.

"You know, you played your part a little too well," he said as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. He sat up from the floor, propping up his knees, his arms resting across his kneecaps.

"Well, if some guy asked me to dinner and made me pay for it all...I wouldn't like that. I don't think any girl would," you said with a shrug. "Not without a warning, at least."

"Well, I wouldn't do that," he said too quickly. He chuckled softly, almost as if he were trying to soften the blow. "I'd take you to the most expensive burger joint in the city and let you order everything off the menu. My treat."

You laughed softly before taking a swig of your soda. You shook your head in disbelief.

"I'm dead serious, [your first name]. Any pizza place you want. You name it, I'm buying. Try me, sweetheart."

"Yeah, okay," You said with a slow nod, ignoring the heat that rose to your cheeks. "Maybe one day I'll give you a ran for your money and we'll see where things go from there." You sighed deeply, a smile tugging its way onto your lips. "I guess I do owe you for believing in me."

And although a small part of you would regret telling him that, you were hopeful for the future. Sitting behind the desk for past two years had put a damper in your mood. Until tonight you shot down Penhall's relentless attempts to ask you out. Before tonight, you had been all about your job. No friends and certainly no crushes. But after your first completed mission, your first successful stakeout...things were starting to look up for you.

"Really? You're serious?" The male beamed and swiped up his soda can before holding it in the air, proposing a celebratory toast. You couldn't help but giggle as you rose your soda can and clinked it lightly with his.

"I'll hold you to that, [your name]," he said before taking a swig from the remainder of his drink. Effortlessly, he crushed the can with one fist and set it aside, watching as you did the same. "I'll hold you to it."

#21 jump street x reader #doug penhall x reader #tom hanson #doug penhall x you #21 jumpstreet reader insert