#jimrey

[pulsedmaggot]

fem!corey & jim from my sketchbook - prev

threw in a drawing i did of lesbian!jimrey because i gotta share the love to miss jimberly whenever i can. drawing them as ladies reminds me of these fics im currently obsessed with. i need these dorks to bust it down yuri style

[rinstar23]

Who else is obsessed with the best ship ever (Jim × Corey aka Jimrey)? :3

[rin-star23]

Name: Rin

Age: 21 (Turning 22 on August 3)

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

DNI: NSFW, fetish, vore, pedophilia, zoophilia, groomers, Jorey shippers/fans, Jimrey haters, @rin-the-gay-reindeer haters (which is me)

Inactive account: @rinstar23, inactive due to drama

Fandom's I'm in: SpongeBob Squarepants, Ruby Gloom, Mascotverse, Moominvalley, Sanrio, Helluva Boss, Saw, Murder Drones, The Amazing Digital Circus, Fundamental Paper Education, Dandy's World, Countryhumans and Sprunki

Artists I listen to: Michael Jackson, The Beatles, Jazmin Bean, Odetari, Kets4eki, Korn, Limp Bizkit, Linkin Park and Slipknot

Art status:

Requests: Friends only

Art Trades: Also friends only

Gifts: Friends only too

Commissions: Never

Don't even ask me to be your friend just so you can get art trades, Requests and gifts

If I comment on something I hate DO NOT DELETE IT OR YOU'LL BE BLOCKED PERMANENTLY

Do NOT ask me to unblock someone, once they're blocked they're permanently blocked

Do NOT block me

Do NOT unfollow me

Do NOT leave the Anti-Jorey group

Do NOT ask me to follow you (I only follow good artists, Joey haters, Jimrey shippers/fans, Jorey haters)

Do NOT ask me to like your posts

Do NOT involved drama in my profile (I may be a drama king but I just don't want any drama)

Do NOT spam in my profile

My OC/Sona:

[sorrelskygallery]

Rocking Horse by Jim Rey. For more information click https://bit.ly/2KBIznN. #sorrelsky #theartofourlives #westernart #oilpaintings #horsepainting #christmaspainting #giftideas #jimrey #localartists #southwestart #artinfluencer SorrelSky.com (at Durango, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4_W_pglmgN/?igshid=pyh3ixfuie1b

[phgq]

New radio program to focus on gov't peace, dev't initiatives

#PHnews: New radio program to focus on gov't peace, dev't initiatives

CEBU CITY – The Philippine Information Agency (PIA) in Central Visayas has announced its new weekly radio program dubbed as “Kasayuran” with DYAR Sonshine Radio Cebu that will focus on peace and development initiatives of the government.

The one-hour radio program will initially air on Sept. 23, and every Wednesday thereafter from 3:30-4:30 p.m., and will be anchored by Jimrey Biosa and co-hosted by the PIA-7.

“This is another platform to communicate significant advocacies of government such as the Covid-19 initiatives as we move towards recovery phase amidst the pandemic and the Ending Local Communist Armed Conflict or ELCAC, a long-term goal of the government to achieve long lasting peace for development to fully prosper, especially in affected areas,” Fayette Riñen, regional director of PIA-7, said in a statement.

PIA-7 and DYAR recently inked the agreement for the latter to help in providing the channel to disseminate the government’s communication imperatives on peace and development.

DYAR Sonshine Cebu, for over five years now, has given free weekly airtime to PIA-7 in its Saturday program titled "Serbisyo Para sa Masa" where the agency facilitates the guesting of regional line agency and local government unit officials to promote their programs and services.

“We are happy to accommodate PIA, a longtime partner, as we have the same objectives which are to inform and to educate the public, especially on matters that affect their general welfare,” said Biosa, who is also the station manager of DYAR.

Secretary Martin Andanar of the Presidential Communications Operations Office (PCOO) commended the partnership in a video message, saying “the program should be used as a vehicle of knowledge, for knowledge and by knowledge and underlines the fundamentals of disseminating information in tandem with the truth that must be known, especially in a world that is polluted by falseness, prejudice, and lies.”

Andanar said it is important to inform the people of what the government is doing as it tries to mitigate the continuing impact of the Covid-19 pandemic through the two important bills that have been passed -- Bayanihan 1 and Bayanihan 2.

The Bayanihan 1 and 2 itemized the measures from the emergency and response phase towards the recovery and rehabilitation phase that includes the financial recuperation of micro, small and medium enterprises, he added.

The PCOO chief said the present administration continues to address other equally important concerns such as the war on illegal drugs, criminality, and corruption as well as terrorism, but on the other hand, fast-tracks development efforts by implementing its “Build, Build, Build” program.

"Kasayuran" will be livestreamed on the official Facebook pages of PIA-7 (Central Visayas to Rise as One) and DYAR. (PNA)

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References:

* Philippine News Agency. " New radio program to focus on gov't peace, dev't initiatives." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1116093 (accessed September 22, 2020 at 01:22AM UTC+14).

* Philippine News Agency. " New radio program to focus on gov't peace, dev't initiatives." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1116093 (archived).

[pulsedmaggot]

oldish drawings. girl!corey and her joot

commissions

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am i that transparent? ☣

set somewhere between the nebulous of wanyk-current era. the joot & tigger in my head need the slowest of slow burns to get into all this. enjoy | ship: jim root/corey taylor | words: 666 (can you believe this was unintentional) | warnings & tags: implied/referenced sexual content, fluff, they're kissin', thats about it unless you count their horrible. horrible pillow talk | summary: they've both wanted this for a while, and now that they have it, they're content. what's 30-odd years of pining, anyway?

read here or under the cut

Jim’s fingers fall along old strings, the acoustic sweep of a down-tuned guitar crackling through the afternoon air.

He’s sat on the floor, back slumped against his box spring, one knee bent to keep the neck of his guitar close. What started as a lame attempt at meditating- something he knew he was too hyperactive to sit down and actually do, but dealing with the silence after Corey went asleep was becoming unbearable- is now a mindful disturbance. His guitar might as well be his own half-ass meditation, even if he isn't actually playing anything, only fumbling and plucking over chords and notes that matched the pattern of his growing restlessness. He's not surprised Corey’s been able to sleep this long. For him, it isn't entirely out of character, as there's been countless times of his tendency to sleep in causing delays for their bands in the past. Leave it to Corey to test the patience of others in his sleep.

Jim’s very own patience was tested this morning. Every attempt he made at trying to get him up resulted in nothing but the soft snoring of a fucked-out man. His untouched serenity is what made Jim leave him alone. It's also what's making Jim pick up his tempo, the longer he thinks about Corey’s sleeping face.

The memory of Corey melting under his touch has his fingers wandering along the fretboard. His palm mutes a note as he thinks about Corey’s flushed skin, kneaded and pulled by the same palm so desperately, because he'll be the first one to be fucking honest about wanting him for so long. Last night he'd had him- finally, finally had him- and right now, as he's pulling at twos and fours, Corey is breathing on every odd note. The way he gasped under Jim’s weight echoes in the twinkling steps of Jim’s middle and index. Flashbacks of Corey’s bright smile matched the tune to Jim’s minor progression in perfect harmony. They were both beaming at a joke no one seemed to make. As Jim plays it over in his mind, they were definitely both reacting to each other’s post-orgasm faces.

Just as he's giggling to himself about it again- because Corey’s little nose pulled up into his brow as he panted like a dehydrated hound was actually really funny- the bed creaks, and the top of his hair is now tickled by a warm cheek.

“Some alarm clock you are.” Corey’s laying upside down, his voice like a twitching cicada trying to crawl its way out of molasses. Jim fucking loves it, unashamedly. Possibly hopes he can at least hear it for the rest of his life.

“You have to pay to get the ringtone sheet.” Jim pushes his nose into Corey’s, revels in the blush accompanying that laugh of his. “Remember ringtones?”

“Yeah,” Corey snorts, chasing Jim’s affection with a flurry of lips and chin, “we were only on, like, a dozen of those.”

“One for each album.” Jim knows he's smiling like an idiot and can't really know for sure if anything they've done together has been someone's jaunty little phone jingle, but Corey also doesn't seem to know, or even care. “Give or take some albums.”

“Speaking of,” Corey nods in the direction of Jim’s acoustic, an exasperated sigh pulling from his chest, “are we goin’ somewhere?”

Leave it to Corey to not know if they were supposed to be in the studio by now, and to assume Jim’s not-so-subtle way of telling him that was to noodle around for hours on end waiting for him to wake up.

“Nope.” Jim’s attention is still on Corey, but his fingers carry on with strumming, open notes fading out while his unoccupied hand draws patterns in the carpet underneath him. “Just keepin’ myself busy.”

“Good.” Corey doesn't wait for Jim to explain his plans for the rest of the day, only shoves their faces together in what can only be described as the world's worst upside down kiss.

[pulsedmaggot]

mwa mwa mwa mwa mwa mwa and they're both girls mwa mwa mwa mwa mwa mwa

they kinda look the same as the source material in the bottom left one . rlly makes u think dunnit ...

[pulsedmaggot]

who remember

[pulsedmaggot]

every day i thank the good lord that tag replacer exists

[pulsedmaggot]

jimrey doodles in my sketchbook

[rinstar23]

[pulsedmaggot]

jimrey doodles in my sketchbook pt 2 - prev

[pulsedmaggot]

jimrey, 28 from the prompt list 😈

tucks hair behind ear hi natey its been 8 months. since you put this in my inbox i dont even remember where the og prompt list is but ermmm heres jamber & cobalt doing it. on a bike !!! ¡¡¡ te quiero !!! ... y lo siento </3 | prompt 28: motorbike | warnings/tags: theyre kissin, theyre fingerin, in public, on a bike, it's a whole thing, established relationship because i love that for them, lowercase intentional because i suck, no slipknot but imagine if you will: 2019ish era them | words: 1,586

for 18+ audiences only, minors dni

the venue they're in starts to pick up that atmosphere of dust that can only be captured by a blaring strobelight.

on stage, there is a man, who may or may not be jim’s entire moon and stars, blasting waves of sonic excellence that can only be absorbed by the audience roaring back at him. jim is off to the side somewhere, leaning with his back pressed against a bar with a smile on his face. that's his corey up there, ping ponging around, sweaty curls strewn about his forehead while his hands never leave his guitar. it brings jim to a familiar memory; that same face of pure ecstasy, same sweat, minus all the people and the singing. maybe some singing actually, knowing corey.

lights turn down then up then down again, and jim knows where to find him later, and corey knows where he wants jim to find him. he didn't have anything to drink during his time loitering around the bar (maybe he had a shot, come to think of it, but it tasted like pure gasoline water so it shouldn't count), but he leaves a nice tip on the counter. his guy’s show left him in a generous mood, maybe even an array of moods to explore later, if post-show corey wasn't ready to curl around a bag of snickers bars and pass out on his couch once they left.

he's outside and the second love of his life is sitting pretty on a kickstand, its chrome finish sparkling patiently in the lowlight of the alley. the closer jim gets to his bike. ready to rev up and wait for his boyfriend (an insane word to use for them, at their age, but they've found that it works for whatever they're doing anyway), a body he doesn't remember putting on it steps into view. shorter than him. sneakers that flap when they skid across the pavement. curls hanging low and sticky to the neck. a stupid smile and an even more stupid, beautiful, mellowed-out gaze. ah yes, of course. who else but the aforementioned boyfriend.

“still can't believe you ride this thing.” corey scoffs, his palms resting on the leather-wrapped seat jim just got replenished not too long again. “when are you gonna get a real car?”

“like you don't know how the inside of my car looks.” jim is chuckling when he wraps his arm around corey’s shoulders as silent praise for an act well done. “when are you gonna stop hopping in and out of my sick rides, huh?”

“never.” corey noses his shoulder. jim feels his teeth. “never.”

they stay looped around each other, corey’s trembling body searching for more of jim with his hands. jim feels corey sliding up his motorcycle, and the bottom of his heart itches at the idea of this idiot flipping them both over. he holds corey by the small of his back, tickles him with the forest of hair covering his chin, has a window open the moment corey recoils to complain. corey slows down when jim’s lips suffocate his. their clothed knees are safe from gravel another day.

corey is humming deep, inhaling every time jim exhales, and that he can't put on a brave face for, let alone keep them from tasting a broken tooth.

“hey, c’mon,” jim may be grinning like an idiot, but he has enough sense to pat corey just above his ass, “let's take off, yeah? i’ll let you wear my helmet.”

corey makes a noise, hangs his head like a sad puppy while his hands smooth down the front of jim’s shirt. if he didn't know better he'd think he was pouting. if he knew worse than that, it'd be turning him on more than it should.

“no one's gonna see...” one of jim’s buttons slips free, then another, then he's catching corey’s wrist and holding it tight when their eyes meet. “james.”

“um-” jim swallows back a tablespoon of his own spit when corey looks at him with a flushed face and furrowed brow, his mouth is open and waiting, and upon closer inspection of his groin something else is also waiting, trapped behind skinny jeans. “see what?”

corey makes that noise again. tries to pull jim closer. starts scooting backwards up the seat of his harley.

“i’m sayin’, like-” jim laughs, because this is far too ridiculous to still be hot, yet corey’s eager prick is still begging for attention, “like, how? not no, exactly, just… how.”

“you've never fucked on a bike before?” corey drops his fussy attitude once jim releases his hand, says it like it's on the same level as baby’s-first-second-base.

“you have?”

“no point in discriminating based on vehicle size with the way i fuck, james.”

“alright, you're putting your helmet on-”

before he could slide it off the handle bar and smack it onto his lap, corey is reaching up again, threading fingers through his short hair and pulling until their lips meet again. he reclines, and jim’s heart is ready to fall out of his ass when corey breaks their kiss to turn himself over, bracing himself on the handlebars. he's sitting just above the seat on his tip-toes, swaying his hips back and forth while he chirps that hoarse little giggle of his. even if what corey was doing- baiting him into being rode on his bike with no experience on how these things worked or didn't work- was completely dangerous, jim would be lying if he didn't agree with the alerted status of his own dick right now. it's stupid and raunchy, far too much and far too corny, and really… the only thing that would've stopped him, onlookers or other city-dwellers, wasn't around at the moment.

“do me like one of your biker-mag models, ja- aw, fuck-” corey’s gagged on two fingers tracing their way up and around his mouth, then he's slowed his breathing to accept them, moaning unabashedly when jim’s pointer tickles the back of his throat. jim looks down to see corey humping the front end of the seat, smirks to himself at the idea of an invisible tail wagging.

“yeah?” jim’s lowered himself to corey’s ear to slide his tongue behind it, one hand yanking down corey’s jeans- and to the surprise of no one, not one seam of underwear was to be found- while the other circled his hole.

“fuck yes.” corey is squeezing at the break pump so tightly jim is glad he remembered to keep this thing off, and extra glad corey’s hole takes his fingers so well.

corey whimpers through the first few pushes, and it echoes down the alleyway too loud, too pointed. not that jim wouldn't want the world to know how good he fucked his guy, and how good he could lie down and take it, but he also wouldn't want the wrong person overhearing. listening in. he bends over to corey’s mouth to stick his tongue in it, still standing at the side of the bike while he opens him up. corey is grunting sweet vibrations into jim’s beard, leaving both their mouths slick with spit and tooth-worn. the faster he flicks his wrist the deeper corey whines, and it's when he twists his fingers to push deep inside him that he hears the tell-tale beginning of corey’s orgasm.

he smiles into their kiss before breaking it.

“careful.” he scrapes his teeth on the bridge of corey’s nose. “don't wanna make a mess.”

“james-” corey might look fucking perfect right now, might have that dopey cross-eyed stare of his with his mouth hanging open, like he did whenever he was about to release.

“you do?” he slows down for two pulls, dragging his knuckles over where he thinks corey’s prostate might be, and he might've made the right calculations due to corey’s foot tapping haphazardly against the kickstand. luckily, for the both of them, it stays put. “you wanna cum all over my bike, don't you? make a fucking mess of yourself, where anyone could see?”

corey croaks through a swamp of expletives, and the motion he makes next could mean his eyes are shutting tight, and wouldn't you know it, corey’s gritting his teeth when he starts babbling. and due to the thrusting of his naked hips over jim’s seat picking up in speed, jim can safely say that corey has jizzed all over his pride and joy. his harley. his baby. the second love of his life.

“shit, james i- i am so fucking- fucking sorry, I couldn't-” corey makes a frustrated noise, shakes his head when his hips roll to a stop, “couldn't hold it, jamie, ‘m sorry-”

he slips his fingers out of corey with a sigh, letting him tug his own pants back up and watching him fuss over the stain. he crosses his arms, thinking about how far they'd have to go to his house to get wipes, disinfectant, his favorite conditioner-spray.

“look, man, i can-” corey zips himself up. rocks on his heels as he talks, his foot still tapping to the tune of nothing, he gestures vaguely at the venue door behind them, “i can go back in there, and get- get something to- i don't know-”

“nah, you're fine.” jim takes a step closer, watches corey tense up where he stands next to the bike, “you can make it up to me.”

and as jim starts to undo his belt, he figures that a corey could stand to suit some gravel on his knees.

[rinstar23]

sorry not sorry man but literally jorey is gonna be here forever. i don't get why ur oppressing it so much like if you have an opinion just keep it to urself?? just because you don't like something doesn't mean everyone will agree 😭 if ur trolling then you got me, but legit why do you hate jorey sm????

JOREY WILL NEVER GONNA BE HERE FOREVER, PLUS JIMREY IS THE BEST SHIP EVER AND BETTER THAN JOREY, SO CRY ABOUT IT!!!

[rin-star23]

Oh look a perfect song for Joey fans/Jorey shippers/fans/Jimrey haters