#c: jeremiah

[jamesgcrdon]

@thejokerswilde -- from here

Jim glanced back at the younger man, thinking that he seemed rather…put out. He was used to people being less than grateful, to put it mildly, but this was different. It made him think of all the kids he’d caught back when he was a beat cop -- rocks or bricks held high in their hands, primed for a shop window, or with cans of spray paint aimed at a brick wall. He’d spoiled their fun. But it wasn’t like Jeremiah was the one who had been about to commit a crime. He had almost been the victim of one. It probably was just the face that threw him. Jerome’s face -- or, rather, Jerome’s face as it had been, before…well, honestly, Jim had lost track of everything that had happened to Jerome Valeska’s face at this point. 

He offered a brief smile. “I’m not that intimidating,” he cracked, although he supposed there were some younger officers who may disagree. “I arrested him earlier this week.” For the exact same crime he’d just stopped him from committing, come to think of it. He smiled again and shrugged. “Not a problem,” he said. “I bet.” He paused, looking him over again. “Is there anything I can do to help you?” He had the feeling the answer was probably no -- Jeremiah was undoubtedly used to shutting most people out, except his strange assistant, and getting on with it himself. But Jim felt compelled to ask nonetheless.

[dancingwithghcsts]

“You’re not a detective.” Jerome put on a high-pitched, nasally whine to imitate his brother, as if the timbre of their voices was really that different. “Yeah, I realize that -- I mean…” He held up a hand and started uncurling his fingers, ticking off items on his mental list. “I don’t dress like Dick Tracy, I haven’t even been married once, let alone multiple times, and you know what…” His eyes widened as if he were about to impart some radical secret. “I don’t think donuts are that great.” He grinned at his brother. “All I’m saying is, you obviously brought me here for a reason. Unless a random empty apartment in Gotham is the new locale for your cult.” Another wide grin stretched across his face. “You’re really scaling it back now, huh? It’s just you and Ecco at this point, ain’t it?”

@smoslilguys​​

[wmu-cedes]

What's your boba tea order, for science? / from Jeremiah 😘

I've never had boba, isn't that the drink that has the tiny balls in it that burst in your mouth? I feel like that'd be odd as hell texture wise.

[plxntbasedbitch]

@thejokerswilde -- from here

“Oh?” Pam said, tilting her head and studying the younger man with a steady gaze. “My mistake.” A faint smile touched her lips, and she shrugged. “Though your brother does make for interesting reading,” she said. “He does have…” She paused, as though searching for the right words. “A flare for the dramatic.” To say the very least. “To be honest with you, I usually find that kind of energy to be rather grating. Subtlety is a lost art, I think.” True, sometimes her own methods took her beyond simplicity, but that was just because she often dealt with dunderhead CEOs who only cared about consequences when their lives were at stake. On top of which, Frank had to eat.

[all-blades]

“You just saved my life-”

Red Hood holsters his pistol once the last thug is down, scanning the warehouse one last time while keeping an eye on Jeremiah. He looked just like him. But it wasn't him. No, there was enough differing tells to reduce that this was his brother.

"'Course. Can't leave any damsels in distress for long, eh? What were you doin' in a dump like this, anyways?" He turns towards him properly, looking him over for any blatant injuries. "Lucky youse in one piece. The narrows ain't kind to no one."

[aarontveit]

GRACELAND, S01E07: Goodbye High

RANDOM MIKE WARREN GIFS: 338 / ∞

[buckysdolls]

After Summer (Jeremiah Fisher x O/C)

Chapter 3- Summer Lovin'

Last Summer

Everything changed last summer when he kissed me. It was the last day of our summer at the beach house. I was enjoying a late night in the pool relaxing in the water. Jere, obviously in Jeremiah fashion, cannonballed into the water and our laughter echoed each other when we both came up from the water.

“Can I tell you something, Fel?” His facial expression turned from laughter to seriousness, when I noticed this I too returned a similar look. He swam closer to me, I was intimidated by how close he was to me but part of me felt excitement. I couldn't quite believe it when his lips hovered over mine. There were inches between them and all I wanted him to do was smack them together. I was almost sure that was about to happen, would this mean that our friendship would be tainted? If something went wrong would we ever be able to be just friends again? Maybe he wasn't leaning this close to kiss me, maybe I had something in my hair. His left hand started on my cheek, his thumb rubbing softly under my eye. I felt every movement as he moved his hand to my neck where he touched me gently. I watched as his eyes went from want to need in seconds. The next destination for his fingers to roam was my midsection, he ran his fingers across the line of my bikini bottoms.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” His voice was soft whispers as he leaned into my ear when he spoke. I didn’t speak, I hummed in agreement and nodded, I was speechless. I heard him growl in pleasure as he then moved his hands to my waist, he squeezed and manoeuvred my hips into the moment that he kissed me. It was needy as if he had wanted to do this in forever but the way he stroked me delicately the kiss was full of care and control. I’d only ever kissed Jarrad and one other boy when I was fourteen. Jeremiah had kissed so many and though that scared me I felt utterly safe, like I was his first kiss all over again. I don’t know what came over me because I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him, his hands found their way to my back and ass to keep me in the position we were in. It wasn't till he pulled away to look up at me, a look as if to ask if I was okay and that was when the feeling of the kiss changed. I leaned back down and this time it was delicate and slow. It was a kiss that felt cherished and special. That night we spent observing the sky, we pushed the sun loungers together and I snuggled into Jere, one leg hooked over his legs, my head resting on his chest. He had one arm around me and the other behind his neck.

“What are we Jere?” I was scared to ask but I needed to know. I was scared because I didn't want this to be a one time thing like Jere was often prone to. Jere lifted my chin so that our eyes connected.

“You’ve been my best friend for ten years Fel, but there were times I wanted it to be more. I think about you day in and day out and that's all year round, not just summer.  I think you're so beautiful and I love the way you have tiny snorts in your laughter. I love it when you wear your strawberry lip gloss. I love it when you pull your hands into your sweatshirt when you get nervous. The year you bought Jarrad here was the most difficult. Watching him hold you, kiss you and whisper things in your ears was vile for me.” I smacked his chest playfully as he scoffed the last part of the sentence.

“C’mon, we weren’t that bad” He was right I did add a tiny snort in my laughter, I don't think I'd ever noticed that before. 

“It was bad enough. What I’m saying is I don’t want any high school seniors digging their dirty claws into you this year.”

I was confused. He didn’t give us a label but it also felt like he was making us exclusive. He planted a kiss on my hair and held me tighter to him. I woke up the next morning, not on the sunlounger but in my bed in a t-shirt that definitely wasn’t mine, but definitely smelt like Jeremiah. I looked over at my phone, I’d received several messages but only one that mattered. ‘Good Morning Beautiful Fels.’ I dropped my phone to my chest and pressed my hands to my face to hide the smile that was beaming across my face. My smile soon faded as I realised it was the day summer ended as we were leaving the beach house. I would be four hours away from Jeremiah and Finch college. He would be enjoying college life whilst I fretted over my final exams. 

After that summer everything went wrong.

[ourlittleuluru]

~ A cup of honey milk tea at twilight ~

Astria Knyght Trio

Suggested OST to go along with this ↴

[captainstrawberrywings]

Here’s another Graffart collab with code geass this one is Hinamatsuri (Doll festival) theme

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

my sister doesn’t know that much about jeremiah bc she hasn’t finished body back or read changing states SO I have been introducing her to him by chatting about the new project and it’s like omg that’s my best friend… we’re talking about my best friend!!!!

[callmewhenyougetthis-a]

@outskrt // jeremiah x angel

"You're really gonna let 'im treat you like that, love?"

Jeremiah wasn't meaning to be heard. This whole afterlife thing was new to him—though could anyone really predict this was going to be like?—and in the almost-week that he had been tethered to the other girl, he was still trying to figure out the ropes. All he knew was that he would be following Angel for some time and eventually it'd become clear what it was all for. And until all that reasoning became clear, he'd just have to trust ole' buddy Satan's word for it and do as he was told.

What he really wanted to know was, why her? They'd only met that one time and it was so inconsequential to him that he had to wait until someone in her life said her name aloud to remember who she was. Angel was the girl he'd been an asshole to the day before he died; and, as he witnessed her interactions with other people, he wondered if the reason he'd been tethered to her was so that he could teach her to be an asshole back.

The only thing was, he wasn't sure how to communicate with her.

He was sitting in front of her at a table at her favorite coffee shop when he asked that question. He didn't think anyone else could see or even hear him... All he knew was that it sort of made his blood boil to watch the barista be rude about her order toward her just a minute ago.

"If I could, I'd go give 'im a black eye right now and see how he likes it." Jeremiah scoffed to himself, pulling out a cigarette. At least these things could still bring him relief as a ghost, even if neither him or the cigarettes were really there. "S'people like that who get away with so much 'cause they spend their whole life unchecked. And yet, I'm the one who's dead. That's bollocks."

[mutatedangels-a]

@nursc spun the underused muse roulette! ** ...and got jeremiah! [ based on this plot - #1 & #2 ]

"Look, love, I know finding a galactic emerald is a pretty tough concept for you to grasp but—" he takes in a long, deep, sharp breath, hands stretching out in a manner that only means to ask what the actual fuck?— "I'm pretty sure that's pretty obviously a baby, and not a shiny, expensive, soul-healing green gem in your hands."

Isn't anyone looking for this wrapped-up... thing? It coos at Jeremiah and he can't hide his disgusted expression. "Was it for sale?" They're in the middle of a market inside a vibrant, intergalatic, and perhaps baby-selling citadel on an unfamiliar planet, after all. Giving her the benefit of the doubt, anything could have happened when they initially split up for intel. "Because if it was for sale, you'd better hope there's a way we can give it back.

"'Cause, to put it simply, I am not taking that thing on our ship. What if it's an alien?"

[rescntment]

QUEM: @sangvinario

ONDE: sinister mirage

No reduto de prazeres proibidos do Sinister Mirage, onde as sombras dançavam ao ritmo de segredos profundos e diversos personagens buscavam dar vazão às suas fantasias mais obscuras, Scarlet mantinha seus olhos vendados para o que acontecia de mais despudorado ao seu redor. Ao som dos cantores que entoavam melodias sedutoras, seu único objetivo era se esquecer dos problemas, assim como muitos ali presentes. No entanto, nem sempre se sentia em sintonia com o ambiente - principalmente por não conseguir arcar com o custo das bebidas oferecidas pelo bar, assim falhando em alcançar o nível de embriaguez exigido para que o caos se normalizasse - frequentemente testemunhando cenas que preferiria esquecer, o que indicava o momento oportuno para se retirar e recuperar o equilíbrio. Buscando um refúgio longe da agitação, percorria um corredor escuro quando se deparou com Dawson, um encontro que a deixou levemente desconcertada. Suas visitas ocasionais ao local não eram novidade para os residentes mais antigos do reino, mas ela não queria ser vista como uma frequentadora assídua pelos recém-chegados.  ❛ ── Estava te provocando quando insinuei ser um homem valente. ❜ Tentou quebrar o gelo com a brincadeira, forçando um sorriso a surgir nos lábios.   ❛ ── Mas, pelo que vejo, não tem medo do que esse lugar reserva. ❜ Talvez fosse exatamente o que buscava. Sua opinião sobre ele permanecia incerta após a interação dúbia que haviam dito do labirinto.   ❛ ── Está perdido ou sua curiosidade o trouxe até aqui? ❜

[buckysdolls]

After Summer (Jeremiah Fisher x O/C)

A/N- Make sure you've read the prologue, you can find it on my masterlist :)

Chapter 1- Summer Without Them

I intended to be alone on the beach, it was 1am and I believed no-one would be there. Yet, Conrad was, the tide was out, the sea was barely reaching the ends of his toes. I continued my light footed walk down to him, he had his legs pulled up to his chest with a joint in hand. Our time at Cousins so far hasn't been easy, not like it usually is thanks to the moms getting  shit together. On our arrival the boys found out their beach house was to be sold, they were reintroduced to their cousin Sky, Jeremiah and I still hadn’t said a word to each other and Conrad and Belly were still trying to work out their issues. No wonder Conrad was sitting out here enjoying a joint.

"This seat taken?" I asked Conrand as I wrapped my hoodie around myself to shield the cold breeze that tickled my bare midriff.

"No, please" Conrad didn't look up at me, I know he knew it was me from my voice. Once I was sitting in the same position as him, he looked over offering me his joint and I took a hit. I coughed slightly which caused Conrad to chuckle.

"It's bad for you." I told Conrad as he continued to watch me.

"Then why'd you take it?"

"Same reason as you? Take the edge off a little bit" I gave Conrad as big of a smile I could, which wasn't very big. A quick silence lingered before Conrad spoke up.

"Why are you awake at this time?"

"Couldn't sleep. It's not the same without Blake and Susannah. Jeremiah down the hall. It's overwhelming." 

"You do know Jeremiah’s still moping around even after being crowned homecoming king."

I was strong willed, gosh I’d been through enough shit to say that. Other people called me stubborn but I was so tired from just about everything that that conversation with him seemed like effort. Jeremiah hadn’t made much effort either, he looked drained though so I didn't know if he was actively avoiding me or if he was tired too. We’d only spoken through looks, it took every inch of me to not collapse, jump and lay in his arms, feel his muscles tighten around me and have him run his fingers through my hair. For ten years he was the only boy I’d ever thought about day in day out, the only boy I’d texted everyday. It was always a text that said ‘Good Morning beautiful Fels.’ He was my light and warmth; everything that love should be… it was him. Even two summers ago when I was dating Jarrad and brought him to the summer house, all I could think about was what it would be like to kiss Jere. It was no wonder Jarrad ended things with me a couple days after leaving the beach house. He told me he could see how drawn Jeremiah and I were to each other and he didn’t want to be second best. Yes, I was angry at him for leaving me on that beach but I’d had time to process that evening and I knew he did what he had to do to protect his heart. I could never stay angry at my Jeremiah.

"He's just trying to put on a brave face in front of you. He still loves you" I stuck my hand out indicating I wanted another go at the joint to relieve some of the pressure of the way this conversation was heading.

"What about you? Why are you here?"

"Mom. Blake. The house getting sold." I looked away from Conrad and out to the sea when he said his name. I thought of the house that we'd spent all our summers in and sighed at the thought of knowing this summer would be the last in it as their Aunt Julia prepared to sell it. Then my mind wandered to Susannah and how she’d passed a few months before Blake. Our families had been battered, we were all bruised.

"I'm sorry…" before he could continue I stopped his apologies by interrupting. 

"Don't be sorry. You want to talk about it? Any of it?"

"I miss them both Fel." I laid my head on Conrads shoulder and his head fell on top of mine, we held hands and we both looked out to the sea together. 

"Let's enjoy this summer Conrad. Well do everything we can to save it, Belly is making sure of that. Well do everything Blake loves too. Especially the fairground and arcades." 

Disconnecting from Conrad I stood up, wiped the sand off from my backside and legs and began ruffling his hair.

"Changing the subject. Is this the summer of Conrad and Belly?" Conrad cracked a laugh and tried to swat me away as I tried to poke at him, it was the first time I'd properly laughed in ages.

"Maybe. I'm trying to get things back to the way they were. Will you forgive Jere?" I wrapped my arms around the neck of Conrad to give him a quick embrace not even acknowledging his question.

"I'm going back inside. Are you coming?" We stood up together and made our way up the beach towards the path that would lead us back to the house. Conrad was like my brother, he was someone who knew everything about me, all my teeny tiny little secrets. Like who my first kiss was with, the first time I smoked weed or got drunk at a non-legal age. The secret that I’d crushed on Jeremiah for long. Susannah, Laurel and my mom always gossiped like teenage girls that somewhere amongst the group love would blossom, but never between me and Conrad. I knew Conrad’s heart belonged to Belly and he knew mine belonged to Jere.

[rolorules]

By c・まったり更新 (which will be tagged as c mattari koushin).

[sapientmarsupial]

So I was chatting with Arkham's director and:

......Yeah