#jammming

[minho-knows]

that.

[zegalba]

Miffy & Boris bedside night lights (2019)

[digitalfashionmuseum]

Beige and gold bridesmaid’s dress, 1896, American.

By A. F. Jammes.

Met Museum.

[otrtbs]

you know what always gets me? canon james having a professional quidditch career lined up for him outside of school and he doesn’t take it because he has a war to win first. and he thinks that quidditch will be waiting for him after the war. he can always go back to it. pick up the life he should’ve lived after he’s done saving the world. and you, me, us, the readers,,,,, can do nothing about this choice. we know how the story ends. there’s nothing to do but watch.

[apocryphics]

francis jammes, ce sont les travaux

[lookingbackatfashionhistory]

• Bridesmaid Dress.

Department Store: A. F. Jammes (United States)

Design House: copy of House of Worth (French, 1858–1956)

Date: 1896

[opera-ghost]

phantom of the opera + twitter

[jonsieedgygirl]

RED ASSEMBLE ❤️❤️❤️

Red is now finally done and yellow and Green would be next!

Also it took me like months for days!

[cherry-jamm]

Perhaps Batman(2022) comfort? Gn if possible :D

Sick and the City

・❥・description: You woke up sick, good thing your boyfriend can take such good care of you

・❥・word count: .6k

・❥・warnings: sick fic, not proof read (sorry), Bruce like half picks you up and one point? (But he’s also Batman so it’s not a stretch no matter your size)

・❥・We are so back, thank you so much for the request feel free to re-request if u don’t like this 🤍 I was wondering though if y’all would still like me if I did more hc focused content, just as a way to get things out quicker n stuff idkkkkk

Gray sheets curled around your legs like twisting vines. A thin layer of sweat covered your entire body, yet somehow you were still freezing. You tossed and turned in the king sized bed, your body betraying you as no position was comfortable. You lifted your head for barely a second to search for your boyfriend, who should have been home by now. However you immediately laid your head back down, already feeling dizzy from just the slight movement.

As your weary eyes scanned the room you saw a faint glow from behind the bathroom door. Meaning that either you had forgotten to turn the lights off, or Bruce was home. Almost a minute later you got your answer. The bathroom door slid open, spreading light into the dim bedroom. Bruce, the ever attentive man he was, immediately noticed your awoken state.

“Did I wake you up?” His low raspy voice asked, laced with concern. There would have been no obvious indicator to any outside observer that Bruce had been fighting in the streets merely hours ago, other than some stubborn eyeshadow that stuck to his waterline, and well hidden bruises that covered his body in a mix of blueish purple and yellowing brown. You look at him with a pout, tears welling in your painfully dry eyes.

“No.” You croaked. “Are you hurt?” You coughed into your fist, feeling like your throat might collapse. Bruce made an unreadable face before approaching you in the bed.

“I’m fine.” He assured you quickly. An unspoken question hung in the air. ‘Are you?’ Instead of responding you turned onto your side, your position once again turning uncomfortable. “You’re sick.” He points out the obvious. “I’ll sleep on the couch.” You groan, craving your boyfriend’s naturally cool body temperature. He smiles, just slightly and crawls into the bed beside you, keeping a fair distance. You frown at the separation but continue contorting your body to find a position that doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

Eventually you settled yourself with your back pressed against Bruce’s side. You slipped in and out of sleep, each time you regained consciousness you were more tired than the last. After one thankfully long session of sleep you woke with an intense tremor that had your eyes welling with tears from the pain your own body inflicted upon itself. “Shh, you’re okay.” Bruce’s soft words washed over you like a cool tide. His cold hand ran down your arm, then back up to your shoulder, then to the back of your neck. You shivered, yet the feeling was addictively relieving. “Are you awake?” You nodded. “Want me to get you a glass of water?” You debated in your head if the feeling of his chilled hands on your boiling body was worth more than water to you. After a minute you nodded again. “I’ll be right back.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder and walked out of the room quietly. In his absence you threw your blankets off of yourself and weakly make yourself to the bathroom to find some tissues.

You’re still standing in the bathroom, trying to regain enough strength to make it to the bed, when Bruce comes back. He holds in his hands your large blue water bottle filled with ice water. “Come back to bed.” He urges.

“I will.”

“Here.” Without a second warning he grabs your waist and half carries you to your shared bed. He doesn’t get in until he senses that you’re comfortable, then he climbs in after you. “You’ll be okay.” He assured again. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

[blairefrances]

Guys, I have finally finished my favorite character Bingo! I might do the Video Games, Anime, Villains, and Extras later....

For now, here are the list of TV/Indie series characters that I love and like at the same time!

Vambre Warrior (Mighty Magiswords)

Ferdy Mravenec (Ferdy the Ant)

Mystique Sonia (Hero 108)

Giovanni Potage (Epithet Erased)

Flain (Mixels)

Harry (Harry & Bunnie)

Uzi Doorman (Murder Drones)

Randy Cunningham (Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja)

Climber (Endzone Tournament/Law of Talos)

Doctor Masacrik (Psychocuties)

Cube (Pink Corruption)

Pim Pimling (Smiling Friends)

Scissors (Rock Paper Scissors)

Robot Jones (Whatever happened to Robot Jones?)

Mr. Trance (Mr. Trance)

Robotboy (Robotboy)

Mundi (Doki)

Airy (HfJONE/ONE)

Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Stone (Ramshackle)

Goofball the Cartoon Ghost (Brain Dump)

Ongo (Jelly Jamm)

Snap (Chalkzone)

Bugbo (Bugbo)

[carcamanosclube]

[sammjammin]

no ninja were harmed

[postpunkindustrial]

Why did the KLF burn £1,000,000?

[jcrowly]

[ross-nekochan]

Oggi ho avuto la mia prima riunione con il mio team leader. Ha detto che questa cosa si fa/farà più o meno una volta ogni 1-2 mesi per fissare degli obiettivi e cercare di raggiungerli.

Qualche giorno dopo l'assunzione, il direttore chiede una assemblea d'urgenza al dipartimento dei visti (ossia il mio), e vengo a sapere che, secondo il sistema di ranking di soddisfazione degli impiegati, il mio è quello messo peggio: tutti quanti danno valutazioni negative e, giustamente, il direttore voleva capire il perché per cercare di migliorare la situazione. Tra le varie motivazioni, ovviamente, c'era lo stipendio basso (e io ero là a pensare: ngul e io prima pigliavo pure meno...).

Col team leader invece vengo a sapere che io sono stata assunta praticamente per fare in modo che i miei colleghi non facciano/facciano meno straordinari, dato che i mesi passati i dati mostravano che il mio team ha fatto sulle 20h di straordinario al mese.

Plus: qualche giorno fa arriva una mail in cui ci fanno sapere che la sede giapponese della mia azienda è quella che utilizza meno ferie in tutta l'Asia. Infatti, complessivamente vengono usate solo il 60% delle ferie totali Vs altri paesi che ne usano dal'80 al 100% (mi pare tipo Singapore?).

In tutto questo in 3 settimane ho capito che praticamente mi hanno assunta e messo in questo team perché stavano proprio con le pezze a culo di personale e questi o impazzivano o impazzivano. Molto molto bello. :))))

[dr9com9ge-ix]

I realized I never posted my Limbus Raoul design here so! Here he is the boy! (Also Jammes is here too, they’re both looking for Christine and are both currently La Garnier Office fixers. Jammes is part of the Corps de Ballet portion of there which has pink uniforms c:)

And some pre-incident scrunglies! Also will add that

- Raoul wears his hat specifically to hide the scar he got from headbutting Erik and his cracked mask cutting him.

- Christine probably has never gotten a real good look at Erik prior to said incident because he has said he doesn’t want to be looked at.