#* JERRY / THREAD

[kramjerry-juice]

Seinfeld promo pic // What Would I Do?, Falsettos // Red, White & Royal Blue (2023) // Wikipedia article on Red thread of fate // Martian (2015) // The Flaming Lips, Do You Realize?? // Spider-man/Deadpool cover // Zhenya Katava & Neus Bermejo for V Magazine by Gus&Lo // Hannibal 3.06 "Dolce" script // Seinfeld promo pics // What Would I Do?, Falsettos // cottonbro studio on Pexels

[mewguca]

i watched ittyrator logs

I didn't realize "Paradise" was the physical superstructure expansion I thought it was just a concept so I . was like "ah yeah i referenced that image of DF's superduperstructure" and apparently people liked that. hello

ok runs away

[dcbinges]

Detective Comics #39 (1940) by Bob Kane, Bill Finger & Jerry Robinson

[grimmusings]

⭐ (because we don’t have enough already)

⭐ Oliver Queen (Arrowverse) + Clint Barton (Marvel): Oliver is a humorless dick (affectionate) so that personality difference alone would be entertaining, but he would have mad respect for Clint’s archery skill. I could probably spin AUs for these two forever: Ollie has just always been in the Marvel universe; Clint joins Team Arrow and helps him save Star City; Oliver is orphaned earlier and raised alongside Clint and his brother; shipwrecked together on Lian Yu; even just the two of them trying to one-up each other with practice shots. Team Archer. 🏹

⭐ Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things) + Bucky Barnes (Marvel): First of all, 80s Bucky would be hot af. Some guys were just meant to wear jeans and leather, I don't make the rules. Secondly, I can't help wondering how Billy's story would have gone differently if he had even one person over the age of twelve who gave a shit what happened to him or was there to help when he was possessed by the Mind Flayer. Bucky who escaped from Hydra a few decades earlier and hid out in Hawkins (who knows exactly how it feels to have someone in his head), full AU as fellow student/peer, DILF (we know age difference is not a factor for Billy)-- it could go so many ways!

⭐ Jerry Dandridge (Fright Night) + Matt Murdock (Marvel): I've never written him before, but I don't need a lot of encouragement to add horror muses to my list. I did a re-watch of Fright Night (Farrell version, the man was born to play a vampire) when I saw him on your wishlist, and I'd love to give him a try. I don't know why he picked Matt as the one who should suffer most (yummy Catholic boy idk), but vampire!Matt struggling with that guilt or a dark Murderdock verse where he has some hold over Jerry or they're working together… it practically writes itself.

[deathmaiidens]

@babydxhl ❧ What's your favourite scary movie?│Horror Movie AU Prompts

For all her waxing poetic about the beauty of nature, Jerrie Rathaway was decidedly not a cabin-in-the woods person. The gloom and isolation did wonders at the seashore, but in this dingy little place, it made her want to bang her head against the wall and scream.

She supposed she was grateful the parents were in the (of course, more luxurious and less cramped) cabin across the little stone walkway from theirs. It was a comfort to have someone who hated being there as much as she did, much less her best friend. At least when they weren't going to perish from boredom.

Jerrie had already read every single book in the cabin, so she laid on the floor, one hand dramatically rested on her forehead like a sickly girl in a Victorian novel and the other running its fingers over the tiling. It wasn't the best stim, but it was something. Said hand slipped, one of the tiles starting to wriggle, and the eleven-year-old sat upright. Carefully, she moved it back and forth again until it came apart, and soon after she was doing the same to some of the others.

"Mary!" Jerrie called out. "Mary, come and see!"

[0ctobres]

tag dump: anne

[liminalweirdo]

Also allistic celebrities shouldn't be allowed to talk about autism ever, but mostly i wish they'd stop donating to The Bad Place.

[yellow-rose-embalmer]

Aesop is not quite sure what to say in response. Either to being referred to as one who can keep it together (a falsehood he knows far too well but has tried to put up for too long) or to hearing that plenty of others are out to make life worse, especially when he does not know what is meant by a twisted sort of humor. He chooses, at first, to simply look down, collecting his thoughts with his breath.

"I... will keep that in mind. Even if I know it is impolite to ignore someone, I can at least do my best to not make things worse. And... keeping a healthy distance when possible might have some effect. Even if there may be enough that I cannot hide, maybe I could figure something out..."

( @yellow-rose-embalmer )

"You're... back... I hope things go well for you. My apologies— I haven't encountered another 'me' yet... not quite like this, anyway. I... worry about you mentioning how there are even more who have tried to torment you. P-please, let me know if there is anything I can do, even if just to ease such a first impression."

The man in gray sighed lightly

“Ah…well thank you…It is a relief…that at least another one of me is sane…”

He paused

“If I am your first I must warn you…there are others that may look like us and sound like us but are not “Us”…in a sense…they seem to be some twisted and demented sorts of versions…some with much more twisted sorts of humor…”

(´⊗ゝ⊗`)< I would treat them the same as a hunter in that sense…

@yellow-rose-embalmer

[disabirbity]

What are some things other psychotics do to differentiate between hallucination and reality? And what are ways some of you hold off symptoms? Looking to get a nice thread for people to help each other going here, this stuff isn't posted about enough.

Ways we prevent symptoms/stop them from progressing:

Make background noise to prevent auditory hallucinations. Most of ours start by hearing something that we can't identify the cause of in the background, and our brain starts the spiral from there. So we listen to music all the time and sleep with a fan on every single night, even in the winter. We just point it away from us if we don't want it making us cold.

Blame the cat (or other pets). Any weird movement, scratching, crunching or thumping? That's just Jerry, don't worry about it. He's a silly cat that does cat things even while we're sleeping. Any noise can be blamed on pets or the wind, which stops the paranoia from setting in and making everything bad.

We also tell ourselves that if there was an actual issue like an intruder or monster, the cat would hiss or scream, and the dog would be barking or making noise. This can be applied to many pets.

Stay busy. Focus on something--art, video games, tv shows and films, craft, gardening, anything that keeps you thinking. Don't let the anxiety get to you, just stay focused on your regular life.

Laugh at it. You're hallucinating a monster in your peripheral vision? Name it Fred and tell him to pay rent. You hear weird noises? Tell them to come back with a warrant. For us, treating symptoms like they're jokes or not serious makes us less anxious and therefore makes it easier to get back to a point where we're okay.

Having a friend or a pet near you can help. We feel safer and less alone when we see another living thing near us that's safe. We don't feel as much like we're trapped in another dimension that way.

How we differentiate between reality and unreality:

Touch it. This one only works for things you're not scared of, and if you don't have tactile hallucinations. It's not foolproof! But when we're seeing things like bugs and stuff, reaching out to touch them causes them to fade away so we know they're fake.

Ask friends and other trusted people if they "heard that" or "saw anything". If they're psychosis friendly, feel free to explain and be specific. If not, be vague and keep it to simple things like "hey did you hear anything? I couldn't tell what it was", if that will be safe enough. Having people to ground you can be great.

Look at how others around you are acting. Are they running or interacting with the thing in question in any way? Do they seem to look at it or no? If no one is noticing, it's less likely to be real.

These won't work for everyone and some of these might be harmful to others, but they're helpful to us. You know best what will help you!

Please feel free to add your own! We need more discussion around psychosis that isn't "scary evil person disorder and how to deal with people who have it".

[deathmaiidens]

“ Are you … sure that this is a good idea ? ” William asked, eyeing the bathtub warily. It didn’t … quite seem big enough — merperson tails made up over 2/3s of their body size ! — but there didn’t seem to be another good option that wouldn’t require possibly being caught. “ … Are you sure Hartley won’t notice ? ” // merman @terrafound !

"Will, you've got to keep yourself hydrated sometimes and if you won't sneak back to the ocean, well..."

She didn't like the idea any more than he did. For all of Jerrie's bravery when it came to exploring the depths of the sea, she was horribly claustrophobic and couldn't imagine being confined to a bathtub after years of the open water. Still...

"It'll only be for a little while. And don't worry about Hartley coming in. He may be a flirt, but he's a perfect gentleman."

[pencopanko]

Pro-Palestine Brands That You Can Support!

In the spirit of the BDS Movement and other boycott attempts done across the globe, here is a thread showcasing brands that are pro-Palestine (or at least unaffiliated with Israel as of October 2023).

Worth noting is that someone on the thread above mentioned that Ben & Jerry's are pro-Palestine. This is partly true as the FOUNDERS of Ben & Jerry's, Ben Cohen and Jerry Greenfield filed a lawsuit against Unilever to stop all sales in Israel. Unfortunately, they lost the case and the brand instead has stopped all sales in Palestine while still being available in Israel.

I have seen a lot of beauty brands being mentioned such as e.l.f, Pat McGrath Labs, Charlotte Tilbury (whose brand ambassador is Bella Hadid, famously known for being pro-Palestine and is half-Palestinian herself), Fenty Beauty, and even Dior (09/11/2023 edit #1: Dior is no longer on this list as they replaced Bella Hadid with an Israeli model, along with Fenty Beauty as Rihanna is also a brand ambassador for Puma and they had released a collaboration with the brand on September) but besides from Huda Beauty and Delhicious I have yet to see any explicit showcase of support from any other major brands so please take any information regarding beauty brands outside of the ones we are boycotting with a grain of salt.

You can also help by ordering Krispy Kreme (side note: this excites me because I love Krispy Kreme) from this link as it is for a fundraiser by students at the UCLA. Krispy Kreme may not be directly involved, but it is still good to know that this is a viable option. (09/11/2023 edit #2: corrected some missing info)

Here is also a list of ten Palestinian-owned brands that you can support.

May I also add, if you live in a country that is for the most part if not 100% politically supportive of the Palestinian cause like Ireland, Indonesia (where I live), Malaysia, etc., chances are your local brands are pro-Palestine, at least in spirit, so you can opt for them instead. If you also know any local businesses owned by Palestinians in your area, support them as well!

That is all for now, may your watermelons taste fresh and sweet.

🍉

Salam Semangka, Penco

[countlessrealities]

By the time Jerry joins him in the garage, Rick has already put one of the bees underneath an oddly looking scanner. The bug is completely still, as if dead or frozen in time...which are both equally possible options considering who is handling them. The way it glows, however, hasn't changed, and it barely fluctuates whenever the sensors lock their laser ray on it.

The scientist doesn't even bother to look over his shoulder when his son-in-law steps in the room. His ice blue eyes are fixed on the holographic screen the machine is projecting in front of him, brows knitted tightly.

"Hmmm..."

Not the most promising sound coming from him, especially with the way he's squinting at the incomprehensible data, while stroking his chin.

It's a miracle that Rick decides to acknowledge the words he's addressed, even if it's just with a scoff and a dismissive wave of his hands. What he doesn't say is that Jerry is right to think that it's a reasonable request, one that he'll be happy to comply with...the next time he doesn't have anything better to do.

Or maybe as a late...or early...birthday present that will benefit him as much as the younger man.

That, however, is something he'll bother with later. Right now, he's more interested in what he has discovered.

"G-Gimme that," is what he says instead, in a very unnecessarily rude tone.

Without waiting for an answer, he snatches the small jar with the sample out of Jerry's hands, sticks a finger inside it and then licks the glowing honey off without any apparent care for the potential dangers.

"I-I'm fuckin' right, of course, b-but still...Damn, I'm good," he mutters to himself, sounding both smug and annoyed at the same time.

He carelessly tosses the open jar back at his son in law and starts rummaging in the pockets of his lab coat, looking for the keys of the ship.

"A-Alright, space trip it is. M-Move your ass, Morty, w-we have places to be!"

If he notices his slip, he doesn't bother to correct himself. Instead, he unlocks the vehicle and hops in, giving the horn a little push to further broadcast is impatience. The other has better hurry up and Rick will make him.

[🐝] He could counter-argue Rick's comment with why it is that his kids go to space all the time in the first place, but he rolls his eyes instead. In the end, it's pointless anyway. Not like Rick would ever admit to be in the wrong, anyway. And, well, he would prefer to get somehow along with his father-in-law on this one.

"Fine", Jerry just replies in a pouty manner before he proceeds to harvest some honey for further testing. He really just wants that strange condition of his bees to be reverted asap. And maybe some big-brained precautions for this to not occur anymore.

After collecting the honey, he peels himself out of the bee suit again and heads back to the garage. He would offer to go for a drink afterwards, but he knows he would just get brushed off with remarks like 'I can get better drinks in space,' so he doesn't even bother today.

"Can't you set something up to protect my bees from whoever or whatever this was to not happen again? So I won't have to ask you anymore and you can continue doing whatever you do here." That does feel like a smart and reasonable suggestion at least.

[normalbrothershow]

wincest outsider (besides john, mary or bobby) pov fic recs

❤️ = favs

057 - cut by ani_coolgirl ❤️

B-roll and cut footage from the unaired pilot of GHOSTFACERS. T, 2k words, PoV Ghostfacers

Try asking by Goshen ❤️

“Jerry says he saw them going at it in the back of that car of theirs outside Atlanta last year, I swear to God.”

“Listen, man, I don’t like them either, but that’s a low blow. Jerry’s a fucking pervert.” T, 7.3k words, PoV other hunters

things on a wall, in profile or superimposed by autumncolour ❤️

Five times outsiders look at Sam and Dean and see a connection, a gossamer thread stretching from one to the other. And one time… One time that connection is still there, after. M, 7.6k words, PoV multiple

Blaze of Glory by merle_p ❤️

“I always thought,” Dean continues, wry amusement more obvious now in his voice, “we’d go out like … Butch and Sundance style.”

Toni rolls her eyes, hard, even if there is no one around to see it. Oh God, she thinks contemptuously, Americans, always so bloody sentimental. E, 3.8k words, PoV Toni Bevell

Through These Walls by non_tiembo_mala

When Ketch put a bug in the bunker, he was looking for usable intel. What he got? Well, that is something else entirely. E, 3.3k words, PoV Ketch

At Least It's Only One Song by ADeedWithoutaName

"Dude, the last lap dance you had was at Christmas. It was a gift, paid for by me. You spent the entire song trying to convince the girl she should go to nursing school." E, 4.5k words, PoV OFC

blood by witchwritings

They are a real weird bunch, is what they are. M, 1k words, PoV apocalypse-world hunter

Spirits of Christmas Past by HelloStarlingFics

A series of vignettes from the point of view of others as they observe Sam and Dean around Christmas. Or, five Christmases that sucked for Sam and Dean, and one that didn’t. T, 3.1k words, PoV multiple

[steddieas-shegoes]

Wayne and Eddie are convinced Annie’s got herself a secret boyfriend.

She’s coming up with excuses why she comes home late nearly every night, says she was asked to stay on and couldn’t say no to the money, says she had to stop at the store but never has bags, says she broke down but was able to fix it herself.

They suspect it’s the new full-time clerk at the grocery store, Jerry, the one who started filling in for Joyce when Will went missing and then ended up taking over entirely when the Byers’ moved to California. He was nice enough, always gave Wayne and Eddie his employee discount when they had to get some groceries.

They just don’t know why she’s hiding it.

And then Vecna happens, Eddie’s comatose for nearly a week before he wakes up to his mama and Wayne and Steve and Jerry all by his bedside.

Jerry’s the first to speak: “Oh thank God.”

Annie lets out a sob and crumbles against Jerry’s side.

Wayne rolls his eyes and pats Eddie on the head, like this isn’t the first time he’s dealt with the dramatics today.

Steve smiles at him, waves his fingers, and says: “Not sure we should thank God or Metallica.”

Eddie falls in love in that moment.

Maybe it’s the morphine.

Maybe it’s the fact that Steve was by his side and knew Metallica.

Maybe it’s because whatever love was between Jerry and his mama was rubbing off on the entire room.

She came clean about it the next day when Jerry was volunteering at the school handing out some marked out food from the store.

“He’s great. You’ll like ‘im. Wayne likes him and Steve likes him-“

“Why would it matter if Steve likes him?”

Annie just raises a brow at him, he cowers as much as physically possible being held together by thread and bandages.

“You’ll like him just fine. He’s bringin’ cookies later, asked what your favorite was so he could get it right. Really wants to impress ya.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re the most important person to me and he knows if ya don’t like him, he’s gotta beat it.”

“Mama, I’m not the one who has to date him.”

“But if we got married-“

“Woah. Married?!”

Annie at least has the wherewithal to look nervous.

“We’ve been seein’ each other for nearly two years.”

Eddie’s jaw drops, and he immediately regrets it when the stitches in the bite across his cheek pull.

“Two years?!”

“Well, I had to make sure he was decent!”

“It took two years to figure that out? How decent can he be?”

Annie rolled her eyes just as Jerry walked in the room holding a container of cookies.

“I know your mama said gingerbread was your favorite, but they were out, so I brought snickerdoodles. Hope that’s okay.”

Eddie snatched the container from his hand, ignoring the glare from his mama.

He took a bite and melted into the bed.

“Are they okay?”

He opened his eyes to see Jerry wringing his hands in front of himself.

“They’re perfectly decent, Jer. You like Metallica? Ozzy? Judas Priest?”

Jerry gulped.

“I like Joan Jett?”

Eddie sighed.

“Decent enough.” He looked at his mama, who was smirking. She knew he didn’t actually expect everyone to love his favorite bands. “He’ll do. Now let me nap, the nurse said I should sleep at least 18 hours a day like a koala or something.”

When he woke up from his nap, the cookies were on his bedside table, but Steve was sitting in the chair nibbling on one while he listened to a Walkman.

“Whatcha listening to?” Eddie asked loud enough for him to hear.

“Judas Priest. He’s kinda cool.”

Eddie felt his stomach dip, his heart skip.

“You’re decent, Stevie. Real decent.”

[dollieomens]

baby, i’m in too deap

paring: nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader

content warnings: none, just tooth rottting fluff

a/n: for @amourtoken 🫶 really short, just simple n sweet. title is from nonsense by sabrina carpenter.

dividers by saradika-graphics !!

The sound of the gentle rain and Deftones filled the dimly lit room, soft humming coming from Nicholas. Pasta boiled on the stove while you sat in the living room, Nick had insisted that you take a break for once. Arguing wasn’t an option with him, as he said “My baby needs to relax for once. Let me do it.”

His cat, Jerry, and the one you two adopted together, Kaffee, were snuggled up with you on either side, Kaffee purring loudly. You were mindlessly scrolling on pinterest when you suddenly felt hands on your shoulders, the familiar tattoos coming into sight. “Dinners ready, honey.”

Nick gestured to the plate he sat in front of you on the coffee table, chuckling when your eyes lit up. He made your favourite. He kissed the side of your head and walked around the side of the couch, gently moving Jerry to the side so he could sit next to you. Jerry glared at him and Nick pretended to be offended, which made you giggle.

He grabbed the plate next to yours, setting it on his lap, and you mirrored his actions. The warmth of it slowly seeped through the blanket on your lap, shooing Kaffee away when she tried to snag the contents of the plate. Nick smiled, hand reaching back to untie the messy bun on top of his head. His eyes caught yours when you looked over at him, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re so handsome,” He kissed your cheek, his hand cupping the other. “All you, love. You’re beautiful.” You could feel your cheeks heat up, leaning your head on his shoulder. Nick chuckled once more, grabbing the remote off the coffee table and switching the tv to Netflix. “Movie marathon again?” “Why not?”

You were tucked against his side, watching the way his fingers moved along the bright screen in front of him. The colours illuminated his face perfectly, thick rimmed glasses pushed up on his nose. You could feel your eyes getting heavier.

You don’t know which one, but a Star Wars movie was on, seemingly as background noise while nick drew on his iPad. He wanted to show you his most recent works, and things he was working on for recent bookings. He’d lean over and kiss the crown on your head occasionally, he could feel you smile against his shoulder.

The cats were snuggled up with you guys, Jerry behind Nicks head and Kaffee on your lap. You sighed in content and snuggled further into him, hearing his soft chuckle and melting into the gentle touch of his lips on your forehead. He looked so pretty, soft blue eyes looking down at you. “You can lay on my lap again if you want, honey.”

Who were you to deny him?

Nick smiled when you slipped down and rested your head on his thighs, letting out a little hum of content. Kaffee got comfortable next to your side, curling up in a little ball. It felt like your brain melted a little bit when he threaded his fingers through your hair gently, pulling you further into a sleepy state and tugging your blanket farther around you.

Your eyes fluttered when his fingers scratched at your scalp so so gently, nuzzling your face against his thigh. Yawn after yawn escaped your chest, trying so hard to fight against sleep. You almost let it take you under until Nick said something. “C’mon, let’s go to bed, yeah? You’re fallin’ asleep honey.”

You reached up and made grabby hands at him making him chuckle, setting his iPad aside and gently scooping you up into his arms. He could get the iPad later.

Soft purrs filled the comfortable silence, Nicks arms wrapped snuggly around you while you slept. You were fast asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, Nick had to get you into your PJ’s clothes himself since you could barley even keep your eyes open, let alone stand up and walk around.

Sleep was slowly taking him as well, Kaffee and Jerry snuggled up on either side of you. Nicks heart swelled when he looked at you, you look so at peace. You’re just so pretty, the love of his life. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before he finally fell asleep, the smallest smile on his lips.

[whispering-brushes]

He couldn't understand why Embrace would think he didn't have to stay, have to listen, have to take just a little bit. "...I came up to you, did I not?" His head tilts, his tone curious, as his eyes drift aside. "It would be... rude of me to not follow through with an offer like that."

A proper introduction, hm? It... feels strange to think about such a thing, but at the same time, Aesop knows it would be rude to walk away at a moment like this. After a moment of silence, a few slow breaths between the two, Aesop nods, closing and covering his eyes. "...Understood." If he is told to look away, he will take no chances. Even if he wonders what he may see, it is not worth what will happen if it is known that he looked, that he betrayed that agreement between the two. A secret should remain buried, right? "You don't need to rush, I'll be here. I can wait until he arrives." He hopes these words can do anything to assure that it is no trouble to him.

"Oh... Oh dear. I... do not know quite how that feels on your end, but if you need anything for it, I am more than happy to provide. I'm... not a proper doctor, or anything, but... I have some cleaning materials and bandages that I carry with me."

"...I won't ask what happened with your eye, if that's any concern. You don't need to put everything on display to a man you just met, after all."

@yellow-rose-embalmer

Besides, even if you were a doctor, I doubt you could help me. As for my eye, well, it's quite simple. I could tell you about it as long as you don't, uh, want to lick it.