#jimmy crossroads

[croxovergoddess]

My OC Jimmy, original vs current design🌹

[doodlesofmiddleverse]

Enter the Fallen Angel

[valentines-and-frostbite]

OMG the 5th Valentine's Countdown starts today??

You're damn right it does lol.

Starring FemIda and ft. Jimmy Crossroads (owned by @croxovergoddess)!

Gods, I wish I had a 7'2 lady feeding me chocolate-covered strawberries....

[traiteursroe]

Every time I watch crossroads and I see Jimmy Fallon it’s a jump scare

[midnight-star-world]

#CountryMusic

For King & Country & Jimmie Allen CMT Crossroads

So today on the MSR (Midnight Star Review), I would like to talk about the latest CMT (Country Music Television) Crossroads starring For King & Country with Jimmie Allen. This episode originally aired on Tuesday February 28th, 2023. Here is what they played on this special event at 10pm EST (Eastern Standard Time).

Set list. Relate. Be alright. Unsung hero. Down home. God only knows. Best shot. Joy. What are we waiting for? Freedom was a highway.

And that's a wrap for the set list. And on the MSR (Midnight Star Review), I would give this special CMT Crossroads a 3.5 out of 5 stars. It is good for us to know other genres in music besides Country Music. And For King & Country is a really good place to start since they are really considered close to Country Music still. Thanks for taking the time to read this review. See ya all next time.

[bookofthegear]

Whatever’s in the pipe almost certainly isn’t an eighteen foot tall owl, but you just don’t feel like finding out. The guy who stuck his head in a pipe found out Why We Don’t Stick Our Head In Pipes, and look where it got him.

You head back up the ramp to the large room with the staircase. The dark alcove with the horse skull hanging hasn’t changed, but from this angle, you notice something on the floor there. Something that looks like…rags?

“DON’T TOUCH THE SKULL!” Jimmy shouts. In interpretive dance, this means performing directly in front of your face. You shove your hands in your pockets and hastily promise you won’t.

“A wall comes down right behind you if you do,” Jimmy says, as you approach what appears to be a semi-mummified corpse. “I tried to bring him water through the bars but I just couldn’t carry enough.”

“No one would expect you to,” you assure him. Let’s see…calculate how much therapy Jimmy would require afterward, multiply by the number of dead adventurers…

“Jimmy, exactly how many people have you worked with down here?”

“You’re number Eight.”

“Ah. And the previous seven all…?”

“Well…” He rubs the back of his neck with one wing. “I don’t actually know about Six. We got separated and I never found her again. I looked!” he adds, fluffing up defensively. “But it was dark and I couldn’t go very far, and—and—you’re looting that body?”

“Waste not, want not.” You got amazingly high marks in Looting. You could strip a body in eighteen seconds flat, provided they didn’t have a ridiculous number of pockets or badly knotted bootlaces. “So which number was this fellow?”

“That was Three. You saw Seven already.” You get the impression he doesn’t entirely approve of your work.

Three was a Wentworth graduate. You can tell by the class ring and the embroidered logo on his breast pocket. You help yourself to what little money he had and rifle through his backpack. It’s mostly duplicates of your own gear, but you take his matches and first aid kit, and a few other odds and ends, then leave the poor devil in peace.

You can see why he wanted to smash the horse skull, though. The nasty thing seems to pulse like a bad tooth. Definitely cursed.

The only way out of the staircase room is currently to the east. You follow the corridor to a crossroads. “There’s a clockwork beehive north,” Jimmy says, settling back to his role as tour guide. “South is boring. East goes to a staircase. Oh, and a big metal grille.” He fluffs his feathers again in clear distaste.

[waltj]

saul goodman sold his soul to the devil saul goodman sold his soul to the devil

[sidekick-hero]

steddie | rating: t | wc: 2.345 | tags: au, rockstar!eddie, drummer!steve, onesided enemies to lovers, part of our upcoming fic Pickup Note | art credit: @firefly-party

Eddie's living his dream, literally. Ever since his mom danced him around the living room to the sounds of Muddy Waters and Jimmy Hendrix, he has wanted to be a rock star. 20 years later, he made it.

So why is there such a sour taste in his mouth when they stand in front of their cheering audience, bowing and clapping with them? Why does the sight of Harrington throwing his drumsticks into the crowd turn his smile into a frown before he can stop himself?

He knows he's being childish. But knowing something has never helped him much in suppressing those irrational feelings that bubble up inside of him until they spill over and make a mess. Eddie's alignment has always been chaotic, so at least he's trying to make it a chaotic good one.

Lately, though, it feels like he's failed at that, and it's all Harrington's fault.

The guy just had to waltz in and take Gareth's place, with the other guys falling all over themselves with praise and gratitude when Harrington should be grateful. After all, he gets to go on a world tour with the most talked about newcomer metal band right now, when the biggest venues he played before were the local bars and sports halls.

But no, Steve Harrington didn't even have to audition, not really. Not when Gareth's boyfriend had vouched for him being a great drummer and an even greater guy, and Gareth, being the love-struck idiot that he was, had just said "Yes, my love, of course, anything you say" or some equally lovey-dovey shit like that. And now Eddie had to endure the guy's company for three whole months.

"Are you alright, man?" Jeff's hand on his shoulder is grounding and his deep voice pulls Eddie back from his gloomy spiral. He gives his oldest friend a smile that lacks the usual Munson charm, but is still genuine enough for Jeff to return it with one of his own.

"Yeah, 'm fine, just tired," he only half-lies. It's been a long day, hell, a long week. Add to that giving his all on stage, jumping up and down and singing his heart out while letting his sweetheart sing for him and thousands of fans, and he's bound to be exhausted as soon as the adrenaline starts to wear off.

Jeff and Grant don't seem to fare any better, coming down from the post-concert high almost as fast as Eddie and crashing as soon as they get to their tour bus. The only one who seems to be full of restless energy is Steve, who can't seem to stop moving, arms and hands and fingers acting like there's still a drum kit to be played. Eddie swears he can feel him vibrating with it and it sets his teeth on edge.

He's a hypocrite, and he knows it. Hell, the Eddie of a year ago would be out partying right now, dancing and drinking and fucking the night away, high on adrenaline and endorphins and maybe something else if the mood struck. But he left that Eddie at the Crossroads, along with his addiction and most of his anxiety disorder.

While Grant just grunts his good night before falling face first into his bunk bed, Jeff goes over to Harrington to check in on him as well. Eddie remembers the one time Jeff tried to play a DnD character that was anything but good. It was painful to watch and Eddie was almost glad when his Demogorgon killed Jeff's character and the rest of the party and they were able to start a new campaign.

If there's anyone on earth who's intrinsically good, it's Jeff Robinson.

Jeff walks over to Steve and pats him on the back. "Great job, man. You were on fire up there. Can't believe you learned that whole setlist in two weeks."

Steve glows from the praise, a bright smile lighting up his whole face before he ducks his head in what looks like genuine bashfulness. Eddie snorts at the thought and Steve's eyes flick over to him, his smile fading.

Harrington looks hurt and Eddie really wonders why. Why should he care what Eddie thinks of him? It's not like they're friends or anything. The way Jeff is glaring at him, Eddie guesses he still needs to apologize to the guy, but just as he opens his mouth to formulate some half-hearted apology at best, Steve turns away from him and squeezes Jeff's arm.

"Thanks, man, I appreciate it. I think I'll head to bed, if you don't mind. Get some sleep."

"Yeah, of course. It's been a long day, get some shut-eye. But you really did a great job, man. I'm glad we found such a kickass stand-in for Gareth on such short notice. You saved our asses."

Eddie bites his tongue so hard he thinks he tastes blood.

It's actually Steve who says what Eddie is thinking. "Are you kidding me, man? I'm the one who's glad you let me come and play with you. I mean, today? Being in front of thousands of people, doing what I love? I've never felt so... fuck, I don't even know. Myself? Happy? Alive?" He laughs, but it sounds tentative, and Eddie can see his cheeks glowing red even in the dim night light of their bus. Steve rubs a hand across his neck in obvious embarrassment. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

Jeff laughs, amused. "Don't worry, it's the concert jitters. Eddie wouldn't stop talking for hours the first time we played in front of more than maybe five drunks back home."

"Har-har," Eddie laughs sarcastically, but there's still a smile on his face that takes the sting out of it. Those were good times, before things got complicated. Before fame and money and being on the road all the time had made them complicated. "I'm gonna hit the hay. Night, Jeff. Harrington."

They return his goodnight wishes with one of their own and Eddie is glad that he already changed into his sweatpants and hoodie backstage. He slips under the covers and turns on his side, facing the wall, listening to Grant's snoring and the sounds of Steve and Jeff getting ready. Eddie knows that sleep won't come anytime soon. He's been an insomniac for as long as he can remember, sleep as absent from most of his life as his father. He has learned to make do with the bare minimum, catching a few hours here and there whenever he can.

Tonight it's Steve Harrington that keeps him awake. Or rather, it is his thoughts and feelings about the man. It's not the first night this happens, but it's the first time he really wonders if maybe he is the asshole after all. Steve's words run through his mind on a loop and every time he closes his eyes he sees the way his smile died on his face, replaced by that kicked puppy dog look that tugs at Eddie's heart no matter how hard he fights it.

Maybe he should at least try to be nicer to the guy.

Sure, he is everything Eddie hated in school: a preppy ex-jock who got everything he ever wanted with his pretty face and his daddy's money. No one ever called him a fuck-up, Eddie is sure of that. While Eddie had to fight for every single thing, even his life, Steve Harrington just got a place in the band and the hearts of their fans and the respect of his bandmates with a few flutters of his long eyelashes. It's true, he's good, Eddie begrudgingly admits. He has found himself staring at Harrington more than once tonight while the man has been playing, mesmerized by the passionate yet easy way he has mastered every single song on their setlist.

Eddie's so lost in his own thoughts that he misses the bus pulling up, only jolted out of his reverie when he hears someone get out of his bed and walk to the front door of the bus.

It's Harrington, talking to the driver. Eddie checks the clock on his phone and is surprised to see that it's already four in the morning. When did that happen? Maybe he fell asleep without realizing it.

Up front, the driver explains that they're stopping here for a few hours. There was an accident further up the highway and the traffic jam is so bad that the driver decided to take his break here. Steve asks if it's okay if he goes outside for a while and Eddie catches himself smiling at the question.

He wonders if Harrington can't sleep, just like he can't. Maybe he's still thinking about Eddie's reaction earlier...no, that would be ridiculous, right? Still, the thought sits heavy in his stomach and after another five minutes he gives up and rolls out of bed to follow Harrington outside. On the way he grabs two hoodies and pulls one over himself.

The cold night air hits him hard as he stumbles down the stairs, but it feels good after a second or two of adjustment.

"Can't sleep?" A voice to his right asks, and sure enough, it's Harrington, leaning against the side of the bus, his arms wrapped tightly around himself.

"I was going to ask you the same question." Eddie replies, walking over to Steve. "Here." Steve stares wordlessly at the offered hoodie, making no move to take it. "It won't bite, I promise. I doubt you can play with your hands frozen."

That does the trick and he finally reaches out to take the black garment from Eddie and pulls it over his head. It's a little long on the arms, but otherwise it fits well, maybe a little tight around the shoulders. Of course, the guy has broader shoulders than he does, Eddie thinks, not really able to muster much annoyance.

"Thanks," Steve says in a quiet voice, giving him a strange look. And then, as quickly as if he were ripping off a bandage, "I just can't get to sleep. I tried everything, counted backwards from one hundred, counted sheep, did that weird breathing thing Robin showed me, tried reading... nothing. I'm so fucking exhausted, but I just can't sleep."

Eddie hums, knowing the feeling only too well. Harrington sounds on the verge of tears and maybe it's the lingering guilt, the memory of his own racing thoughts, all circling around the man in front of him. Whatever it is, something compels Eddie to say, "I don't have a solution for you. I don't sleep more than three, maybe four hours a night. But I can show you something that might make it more bearable, if you'd like."

Steve looks at him and for the first time Eddie allows himself to look back. To let their eyes meet and lock.

"I'd like that."

Clapping his hands, Eddie abruptly turns and stalks to the back of the bus. When he doesn't hear footsteps following him, he turns and calls out, "You comin' or what?" and grins as Steve almost trips in his haste to catch up.

When they reach the back of the bus, Eddie pushes on a panel that is somehow hidden under the license plate. A small metal shape protrudes from where he just pushed, and when he pulls on it, it turns out to be a metal ladder.

"What are you -"

"Patience, young Padawan," Eddie admonishes with a grin, secretly pleased with Steve's reaction. He's kind of proud of his little secret hideout.

Placing the ladder against the back of the bus, Eddie begins to climb up the stairs to the deck, and when he's at the top, he turns and reaches down for Steve to follow. "Do you trust me?"

Steve looks up at him, his eyes bright in the light of the stars and the moon shining down on them. "Yes."

"I can show you the world," Eddie begins to sing, once again letting his impulsive thoughts dictate his actions. The song came to him the second he looked down at Steve.

Steve comes up the stairs and grabs Eddie's hand, laughing. "Oh my God, are you singing a Disney song?"

"You're the one who recognizes it. I bet you even know what movie it's from, don't you, big boy?"

Steve rolls his eyes, but smiles anyway, as if he's secretly charmed by Eddie's antics. "Does that make me the princess?"

"And me the ruggedly handsome thief with a heart of gold," Eddie agrees, pleased that Steve got his reference.

Steve snorts, and it shouldn't sound cute, but oh, does it, his nose crinkling adorably. "Yeah, whatever. As long as this isn’t your flying carpet. I don't trust the structural integrity of this thing to actually fly."

"Big, big words. You sound like Henderson."

"Oh God, don't tell him, I'll never hear the end of it."

Eddie taps his chin thoughtfully. "I'll...think about it," he finally settles on, grinning playfully at Harrington. Silence falls over them, and for the first time since Steve walked into their rehearsal studio, it doesn't feel awkward or hostile. In fact, it's nice to share this space up here with someone.

Eddie sits down at the edge of the bus and Steve joins him, sitting maybe a foot away from him in a slight sprawl, his head tilted back and his mouth slightly open as his eyes take in the clear night sky above them. They're far enough out of town to actually see the harmonious arrangement and movement of the stars in the cosmos, forming a celestial symphony that Eddie has often tried and failed to capture in his songs.

Tonight, however, his eyes are caught by another ethereal sight.

"It's so beautiful," Steve whispers, as if sharing a secret with Eddie. "It's so vast and so beautiful, it’s almost frightening, don’t you think?"

"It is," Eddie agrees, never taking his eyes off Steve. So frightening.

They sit there until the sun slowly rises in the east, Steve's eyes on the sky and Eddie's on his own enigma.

This is a sneak peek from @firefly-party and me for our upcoming project Pickup Note to celebrate our dearest friend and collaborator's @thefreakandthehair birthday. Lex, you are our MVP and we are so happy to call you our friend! We love you and we hope you have the best day, week, month and year, because you deserve it 💜💜

[waynes-multiverse]

Polaris – Teaser

Beau Arlen x FBI Agent!Reader

Polaris || noun || Also known as the North Star. A constant in the night sky. Helps to find one’s way and navigate back home.

Love goes anywhere. In your darkest time, it’s just enough to know it’s there. When you go, I’ll let you be. But you’re killing everything in me. – Jimmy Eat World

Series Summary: When Beau Arlen moved to Montana, he left behind a past he wasn’t proud of. But when a string of murders requires the FBI’s help, Sheriff Arlen’s ghosts come back to haunt him one by one. With a wrong turn waiting at every crossroads, it’s hard to make the right choices and find his way back home – back to you.

COMING SOON!

Dates will be announced with the masterlist 🤍

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Small preview below the cut ⬇️

The same old war waged in his mind. Guilt filled his heart and bubbled to the surface. He debated whether he should turn the ignition or knock on your door. He always felt torn, unsure if you were a mistake or the best damn thing of his life.

His green eyes then fixed on the North Star, praying it would show him the way to your heart once more. This time, he swore to whoever was listening that he wouldn’t lose it. He’d keep it safe.

‘Cause the first time he kissed you, it surely changed everything for him.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 167 & 168

Welcome to Weeks 167 & 168

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. Especially all the Kinktober goodies. 💜 This week had me reading 60 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Fallen Angel - (Brock x OFC, Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Heaven or Hell? - (Lloyd x Reader) - @shadeysprings

Plum Flavored Chapstick - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantbarnessdoll

Winner Winner - (Andy x Reader) - @labella420

Bewitched crossroads - @nekoannie-chan

Here Comes Goodbye - (Jimmy Dobyne x Reader) - @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes

Protector - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @rookthorne

When You Move, I Move - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Kinktober Week 1: Love Bites - (Steve x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Surrender - @mrsmischief209

Stargazing love - @/nekoannie-chan

Armchair - @/nekoannie-chan

Bittersweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @thecornerlot

Might Even Be - (Bucky x Reader) - @slyyywriting

Spy vs. Spy - (Lloyd x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

Never Tear Us Apart - (Andy x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Dark Thor Oneshot- @/syntheticavenger

dangerous - (Bucky x Reader) - @onceuponastory

Ours - (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @/holylulusworld

Yours & Mine - (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

MINE - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

As He Sees Fit - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Sacrifice Yourself and Let Me Have What's Left - @/mrsmischief209

Kinktober 2023, Day 2 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Feelin' Gourd - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Congratulations! You Just Won The Shock of Your Life At 2 AM! - (Clint x Reader) - @ghostofskywalker

Kinktober Week 1: Thigh Riding - (Lee x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Kinktober, Day 3 - (Paul D x Reader) - @/georgiapeach30513

Day 1: Mile High Club - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Slow Hand - (Billy R x Reader) - @/mrsmischief209

Against the ghost - @/nekoannie-chan

Daddy Dearest - (Steve x Reader) - @cherienymphe

Daddy - (Steve x Reader) - @donutloverxo

ever since - (Bucky x Deaf!Reader) - @/syntheticavenger

Hypothetically speaking - (Bucky x Reader) - @littleseasiren

Rooted in Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Branded - (Curtis x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Kinktober Week 1: Table/ Threesome/Sensory Dep - (Stucky x Reader) - @/lunarbuck

Kinktober 2023, Day 4 - (Cole T x Reader) - @/georgiapeach30513

Kinktober Day 4: Overstimulation - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Tuesday Thots - Sunbeam - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Day 7: Striptease - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Curtis and Honey - Autumn This On That - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Six Steamy Sentence Challenge - @sagechanoafterdark

Under the Hood - (Steve x Reader) - @/andydrysdalerogers

Don't Make It Harder - (Andy x Reader) - @/slyyywriting

Brock x Reader x Billy Oneshot - @/fluffyprettykitty

Kinktober Week 1: Phone Sex - (Sam x Reader) - @/lunarbuck

Staff unveiled - @/nekoannie-chan

day 3 - choking & spitting - (Lloyd x Reader) - @vellicore

Miss Your Kiss - (Thor x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

THE DEVIL - (Andy x Reader) - @flordeamatista

What is this? - (Brock x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

babydoll - (Lee x Reader) - @nickfowlerrr

Everything I want… - (Bucky x Reader) - @thornsnvultures

One Night With You ~ Pt 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

day 1 - cockwarming - (Bucky x Reader) - @/vellicore

Needy - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Day 10: Exhibitionism - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Only You - (Steve x Reader) -@/flordeamatista

[croxovergoddess]

hope to finish this in 2024

Jimmy shows Coline Smog Street. The home of demons and creatures too toxic to be around everyone else.

@doodlesofmiddleverse is where I post a bunch of my monster city, Middleverse Virginia!

[doodlesofmiddleverse]

Jasper tries something new

[valentines-and-frostbite]

Happy Valentine's Day, bitches!

[eurekavalley]

I'm still thinking about Jimmy and his three suit jackets in the mirror in 6x01. We have the past (his ill-fitting, sad brown S1 suit), the present (the jacket with the little boxes that matches Kim's outfit that he'll wear that day), and the future (the shiny Saul Goodman suit that we eventually see him wear to testify in federal court in the finale).

Seeing Jimmy pick among these suits for Kim's client could be too heavy-handed or too meta, but fashion is so important to him and his character that it feels like an appropriate crossroads to find him at. The past and the future are so tangible, he can touch them and make choices about them, let go of them when he is ready and put them back to hang in his closet when he is not.

Some Reddit comments point out how similar the silver jacket is to the shiny metallic suits that the Salamanca twins wear - in the same episode, one of their jackets is laid respectfully over one of the burned dead bodies as a shroud. But what really stands out over the course of the season is the connection to Kim's shiny silver d-day blouse.

This is Kim at her girlbossiest, making the worst decisions with the most confidence, getting high off the results. This is where they were so beautifully in sync they could have read each other's minds, and where they destroyed their lives, and they did it together. Kim was wearing it when they probably last had sex. (I'm going back and forth on this because they could have had some traumatized sex after Howard's death - but with the scam being such a sexual thrill for Kim in particular I'm thinking that the trauma shut that down for her.) The blouse is shiny, bold, and flamboyant, but still has a certain kind of neutrality. It's a blank screen for the red light of criminality and treachery of the show's color code to project onto, in the dark room scenes.

Jimmy's court outfit is kind of wild on the face of it, more unhinged than most of his Saul persona outfits, especially in the behind the scenes pictures where you can see the red shirt underneath the shiny silver blazer. The cartel layer to the jacket is absolutely there - even though he spent the last six months hiding like a prey animal, Jimmy is the last player standing in the game and he has a certain kind of pride in that. But it's a callback to those memories of Kim as much as his finger guns are - I remember us and how we got here. It shows what we all know - that when he walked into the courtroom, he was focused with one intent in his mind. And knowing Jimmy and the way he takes every little comment to heart (how I relate to that!), Kim's casual assessment of the silver jacket in 2004 while she was on the phone, that it was "too nice" for court for her pro bono client to borrow, must still be lodged somewhere in his brain. Kim liked it once.

Anyway... the attention to detail is incredible.

[godsofthecatz]

. @Baphymette .Chemny/ @dendixia

.BonBon/ @ghoul--doodle .Dusk/@redsson

.Caretaker/ @ascelhire .Jimmy Crossroads/ @croxovergoddess

.Bel/ @taojat-ornis .Hawthorne/ @popfizzles

[gin-juice-tonic]

Jimmy made a deal with a demon at a crossroads but like the crossroads was a red light he was stuck at outside of Blarby's.

He wanted to be the coolest guy alive. Now he's cursed, but What's not cool about being cursed