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cosmoyolk · 10 months
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assortment of ib doodles from the past few months cuz i wanna post smthn
also.. may or may not be able to post digital stuff cuz my apple pencil is jacked amd doesn't wanna work half the time 😍😍
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rudeflower · 1 year
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Jamie Tartt: the hand thing
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blusandbirds · 1 year
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i’m thinking about sam naming his passion project after his father and jamie’s father naming jamie after himself
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Regulus wouldn’t have a photo for any of his contacts in his phone expect for James.
And that’s only because he set up his new phone with James and when it got to transferring his new number into the phone, James took a photo of himself when putting it in.
Regulus hasn’t removed it. People ask why and he says he doesn’t know how. But will actively decline the help when people offer.
Because the reality is that he likes it too much to get rid of it.
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teenytraveler · 2 years
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Big sis Anya!!
I love the idea of twiyor having another child and Anya having a little baby brother 🥹🥹 I was debating on the hair color and whatnots but ultimately went for black hair since it’s a dominant gene :D
UPDATE:
Thank you for all the love on this art, i didn’t expect it ; A ;
Thank you for all the name suggestions for baby Forger as well - I got a bunch of them on twitter and I think “James” is my fave :D (bc James -> James Bond, i really like the joke fdsoghdf)
lmk if you want to see more of Anya onee-san from me in the future! I really enjoy drawing sibligs sheningans haha
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thetarttfuldickhead · 4 months
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A week or two after the Dubai Air protest Sam happens upon Jamie lounging listlessly on a bench in the otherwise deserted gym. He’s not doing any exercise, just sitting there and staring out into nothingness with a curiously vacant look on his face.
Sam hesitates, hovering in the doorway. He’s come for a little bit of extra weights before heading home, and he hadn’t expected anyone to be here this late, least of all Jamie. It’s been a long day and Sam’s not sure if he’s up for dealing with the (possibly) reformed bully right now. Even if they are edging towards friendly, and even if that’s no small thing given what’s come between them before, there’s still an undercurrent of charged uncertainty to their interactions, a stilted hesitancy to their cautious politeness and careful attempts at casual camaraderie.
Jamie hasn’t explicitly told Sam that he’s sorry for the things he’s put him through. Sam has decided that he will not let his decision to give Jamie another chance be contingent upon this. It’s very tiring, being angry and resentful of the other’s presence: so much easier to accept the taped up logo for the peace offering it was, and let that be Jamie’s apology.
(If it rankles, it only rankles a little.)
Reminding himself of his decision to let bygones be bygones, and that they won’t ever get anywhere if they don’t actually learn to talk, Sam steps into the gym. Asks as he would any other glum-looking team mate he’d unexpectedly happened upon, “Are you all right, Jamie?”
Holds himself ready, holds himself steady, if Jamie should bare his teeth and bite, now that there’s no one around to see it.
But Jamie only starts a little, like he hadn’t noticed Sam or he’s surprised to be voluntarily addressed. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m good, man. Great, you know. It’s just… I’m a bit tired, I guess.“ He pauses, then his face suddenly collapses and he gives Sam the most plaintive of looks. “It’s just so fucking exhausting being nice all the time. I don’t know how you do it, mate.”
Ah. Sam tactfully doesn’t say that it’s usually no effort for him and that he doesn’t really understand how it could possible come that hard for anyone.
He also doesn’t point out that not actively being mean to people isn’t quite the same as being nice.
Because Jamie is trying, isn’t he, even if it’s painfully evident that he still needs to try, that it doesn’t come quite naturally.  
“Bit like when Spike had that chip in his head and had no choice but to team up with the good guys, isn’t it?” Colin had muttered a few days after their wayward striker had re-joined them, and yes, Sam had had to agree: it is a bit like that.
But there’s no chip in Jamie’s head (Sam is pretty sure). He’s here of his own free will, trying to be a good team mate and a better person because he wants to be. That has to count for something, doesn’t it?
Sam is pretty sure his dad would say it does. Sam wants to be the sort of person that lets it count.
And Jamie is looking genuinely dejected, in a way that has Sam feel a small surge of something that isn’t affection but isn’t too unlike it either. A little bit of pity mingling with amusement; enough that he’s moved to brave sitting down next to Jamie.
“Well, I have had more practise,” he says lightly. “I bet you will be really good at it if you give it a bit more time.”
“Yeah?” It’s offered casually, but there’s no disguising the faint hope in it. Sam can feel Jamie watching him out of the corner of his eye.
“Of course,” he says, and then, feeling bold, “You are Jamie Tartt. Aren’t you good at everything?”
A pause, and Sam holds his breath, praying that Jamie will understand that he’s being teased rather than mocked—
Then Jamie snorts, a sound halfway to a chuckle. “Yeah, man,” he retorts, bumping his shoulder against Sam’s, very carefully. “I’ll be the fucking best at being nice. Swear down, I’ll be so good I make you look like Geezer Scrooge.”
“That, I’d like to see,” Sam says drily; says sincerely. Standing, he nods towards the weight bench. “Do you think you can be good enough not to let me be crushed to death while you spot me?”
For a moment, Jamie looks taken aback, and Sam braces himself for a snide retort to his presumption – but it doesn’t come. Instead Jaime’s face clears, and he gives a sharp nod.
“Course, mate,” he says, and rises to follow Sam.
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riverroan · 4 months
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fem! hilson fans always argue over a name for wilson’s genderbent version and give her names like “jessie” or “jessica” when jamie is literally a gender neutral name
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raidermomma · 13 days
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Guys, I'm rewatching The Thick of It, and normally when I watch it I'm going all gooey-eyed over Malcolm, but can we just... can we talk about Jamie for a minute here?
So the first time you see him he just looks short, which makes no sense as Paul Higgins is actually 5'11. Peter Capaldi is around 6' and Chris Addison is 6'2, so maybe he just looks smaller by comparison, or possibly because he rarely stops actually moving when he's stood up so it's hard to properly see.
Anyway, this short, fluffy headed little guy turns up with these ridiculous big blue puppy dog eyes and a cheeky grin that looks like it belongs on a bloody schoolboy, and the next thing you know he just explodes out of nowhere with this insane amount of energy and rage that, frankly someone should be calling a therapist for because clearly this boy is holding on to some feelings, and then before you know it he's back to that mischievous little look on his face and tbh I think I need help.
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the-sunshine-dims · 5 months
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Ah fable, the most hated man on fable smp
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mxxnpills · 2 months
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the doctor and Jamie in these
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I’m reading Nightshade and leave it to me to pick out the one Jamie reference I wasn’t expecting
Granted I’m on chapter two, but I have feelings. He’s been thinking about Susan and he’s thinking he’s not done good enough (this is like, the precursor to Twelve’s ‘am I a good man’ thing he’s got going) and thats emotional enough but:
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But Seven is really out here saying “I whisk them up and show them around the universe but they always leave me in the end”
Boy howdy—are you daft? You silly little man! Jamie McCrimmon would have followed you to the ends of the universe and back for the rest of his damn life, you know damn well it’s not his fault he left you!
Good grief, Seven, mopey little guy aren’t you?
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fritzmonorail · 1 month
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I’m so curious about the first two doctors. It’s such a shame that most of their episodes are missing. I was especially eager to watch the first episode, and the first regeneration. I’ll probably go back and check out some of their episodes. I just know the incomplete stories would frustrate me though.
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atorionsbelt · 1 year
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just curious 🧐🤔
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gjdraws · 6 months
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compelling in the worst way
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cixrosie · 9 months
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OHHHHH MY JAMIE
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Okay, okay, love that we’ve got a canonical explanation for Jamie being cuddly as fuck and for him being very full of himself! But like, without his dad’s nasty stuff getting him all twisted and mean, it’s just great confidence? “I don’t think you understand how psychologically healthy that actually is” and all that. Give this man some cuddles and compliments and he will Thrive and be the Sweetest.
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