#Lee Tompkins
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
fridgrave2-0 · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
just remembered how much i loved him in 2021
168 notes · View notes
milkymooshi · 7 months ago
Text
Ok the Ed and Lee relationship lowk goes a little hard im ngl. It’s growing on me a bit…
8 notes · View notes
aslightaddity · 1 year ago
Link
Ed can’t remember a thing from the past few years, except for her. She haunts and torments him but he can’t put a name on her.
Or
Ed has amnesia after being de-thawed and thinks Oswald is a girl he loved along with Isabella and Kristen but all he can fixate on is his eyes.
23 notes · View notes
gothamslostboy · 2 years ago
Text
35 notes · View notes
janethrlsworld · 28 days ago
Text
Tumblr media
I firmly believe that their characters shouldn't ended together BUT I still loving this whole scene with my heart and soul because it's beyond Jim and Lee, you can clearly see this was about Ben and Morena 🥺❤️‍🩹
6 notes · View notes
banji-effect · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
Rosie Lee Tompkins, quilt from the early 1970s
13K notes · View notes
k2spoe · 5 months ago
Text
sand is bones, bones is sand
409 notes · View notes
man-peach-reborn · 1 month ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
All character previews from the VIP season 2 trailer
178 notes · View notes
killyridols · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
untitled by rosie lee tompkins, 1987, 100.5 × 70.5 inches
711 notes · View notes
notaclothingstore · 4 months ago
Text
realizing paul f. tompkins from make some noise voiced mr. peanutbutter (of bojack horseman fame) made me say “what is this, a crossover episode?!” out loud to nobody.
32 notes · View notes
milkymooshi · 7 months ago
Text
YOOOOOO LEE GET HIS ASS. GET HIM GIRL.
3 notes · View notes
jern-12 · 1 month ago
Text
D20 Bard Season
for ~3 years now, I've been wanting to see Ross Bryant on D20. For ~2 years now, I've been hoping for a Bards season with (at minimum) Jess McKenna, Zach Reino, and Ross Bryant. I've lately realized that Rashawn Scott should have been on this list from the beginning, and also Paul F. Tompkins. Probably others too.
Obviously, Brennan has to DM this, and you know he'd want to keep up with all the rhyming and such. Which brings me to what I think I've noticed lately:
Has Brennan been doing more improvised rhyming lately? Does it appear to anyone else that Brennan has been beefing up his rhyming skills? I haven't been tracking this, but didn't Brennan do a rhyming thing on the CR live show? and also on his interview with Hank Green? I feel like there have been other examples too, in the last 6 months or so. Please add to this list if you can.
12 notes · View notes
gothamslostboy · 2 years ago
Text
Heartless Helper
SUMMARY: Zsasz finds an injured bird and tries to help it
!¡!¡NOT SHIPPING LEE&ZSASZ!¡!¡
CHARACTERS:
Victor Zsasz Lee Thompkins
Zsasz isn’t known to be a nurturing person. Infact he’s the exact opposite to every human he’s ever met, besides maybe his girls, but that’s only when they get hurt.
The general rule in Gotham is to avoid Zsasz, especially when injured, because he’d probably make it worse. But animals don’t follow rules set by mankind. Injured animals care about those rules even less.
Victor was on his biweekly dinner run: chicken tenders, fries, and a strawberry milkshake, and decided to take the scenic route back home. He strolled through the forest, taking his time to remise over the deaths of the people he buried in each shallow grave he passed.
He stopped to sit by a particularly fresh one, dug and filled just hours before, when he heard a soft caw. He turned his head and quickly found the source. A dark bird, by the size he guesses a crow, sitting on the forest floor. Though on second glance Zsasz discovered the creature had accidentally wrapped itself up in a piece of string. He was in a great mood today, already having his fill of torture, so he shrugged, why not free the stupid thing?
He moved even closer, freezing for a moment when its head swiftly turned. Instead of trying to escape like he expected, the crow limped toward him until she reached his feet, tilting her head up. A soft caw could be heard once again, eyes gazing up at Victor, and he swore he could almost feel it asking for help.
He picked the crow up gently, carefully inspecting it and trying to determine how bad she trapped herself. The string was tightly secure around the left wing, so much so even Zsasz felt bad for it, and went down to both legs. Now that he had the thing in his hands, it was obvious to see what really happened. The string was tied using knots that wouldn’t appear naturally: someone did this on purpose.
Poor bastard. While he spent his days gleefully torturing and killing humans, Victor Zsasz never once felt the urge to even hurt an animal, much less kill it. In fact, he found even more satisfied killing some one if he knew they preyed on a non human creature, no matter the species. He shook his head and breathed out a small “tsk” sound. The bird flinched away from his finger when it grazed the left leg.
He carried her back to his spot on the floor, careful not to touch the leg again. Okie dokie, how am I gonna free you? He looked the bird in the eyes again, for the first time in a while feeling pity for something. Hmm, ya know what Birdie? I think I might have to take you to someone else. You see, I’m not exactly great at helping injured things, actually I’m normally the one doing it. Chuckling to himself, Zsasz opens his to-go bag from the diner. He takes the last sip from his milkshake and pulls out the chicken and fries.
I don’t know when you last ate, but I’m starving. The bird watched him, comfortably seated in his lap as he tore one of the tenders into smaller pieces, adjusting her position approvingly as he placed it infront of her. The two ate in silence, and Victor figured by how fast she ate that it was the first meal the crow had in a long time. He finished his part, still racking his brain for a person he could get to free his new companion.
Ooh! The sudden exclamation startled her a bit, but a pat on the head calmed her back down. Sorry ‘bout that Birdie, but I just thought of a person. Lee Tompkins, she’s dating this loser Jim, but she’s a doctor too. Also seems like a real “every life has meaning blah blah blah” type, he scoffs and rolls his eyes, so I bet I won’t even have to threaten anyone to make her help.
Victor hopped on his feet, situating the crow, who he has definitively decided the name Birdie does suit, in his right hand while pulling his phone out of his pocket with the left. He still had her address in it, from a time penguin told him to scare Jim, and headed there, each stride with purpose now that he’d “gotten to know” his new buddy.
////////
Hello Lee, you’re home late. Victor smiled as the woman jumped, yelping in suprise. She put on a front of dismissal, but her shaking hands and voice betrayed her. What are you doing in my house? Did Penguin send you h-here? He stood from the couch, still holding Birdie securely in his arms. Nah, personal visit. You should really lock your windows, what if a murder crawled in? Lee stepped back towards the door, hand reaching out. First, I live on the fourth floor. Second it’s a little late for that isn’t it
If you leave this apartment I’ll have to kill you ya know. Besides I mean no harm, just need you to do your doctor stuff on Birdie. He smiled and lifted the crow up a bit, softly saying sorry when she flapped her free wing and struggled, moving the hand that just hit her leg again. Lee relaxes for a moment, confusion beating out her fear of the hitman in her living room now that she’s noticed the crow.
Birdie? Yes, Lee meet Birdie, Birdie meet Lee. Found her on my way home today. A bastard tied her wing and feet together then left her to die. You’re gonna free her and fix ‘er up. Lee moves away from the door, motioning for Zsasz to follow her to the kitchen area.
And you care about it why? Full offense but you seem more like the tying type then the savior. His face curls into a scowl. Ok wow! Full offense taken, I deal in the torture of people, not animals. Now what do we need to do to help her, and I can see you dialing that phone. Give it here. Victor extends his hand, nodding as Lee reluctantly places it down.
Hmm, she takes a moment to look over Birdie, amazed at how calm the crow was. I think it’ll need to be sedated so I can cut the string. Otherwise it’s gonna end up hurting itself worse. You got stuff here? Lee looked up at Zsasz with an amused grin, it’s not everyday a person gets to see Victor Zsasz care about a living thing, much less actively seek help for it.
Why would I keep sedatives in my apartment? I’ll help her-
Her? How ya know it’s a she? How do you know it’s not? He shrugs. Fair point Tompkins.
I’ll help her, but I need to take her to my office, which I’m not sure how you’d get in.
Not a problem! I break into places all the time! He motions around the room, before picking up Birdie again and strolling towards the door. Oh! By the way Lee, you try anything and I’ll make you watch me kill Jimmy. He smiles as he opens the front door, waiting for her to walk past him.
I’m not going to, the bird needs help, but that’s an odd way to say thank you. Let’s go, I don’t want to be near you longer than I need to.
—— TAGS ——
@britany1997
6 notes · View notes
cosmicanger · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media
Rosie Lee Tompkins
Three Sixes, 1986
Quilted polyester double-knit, wool jersey and cotton, Overall (Irregular): 89 3/4 × 71 1/2in. (228 × 181.6 cm)
8 notes · View notes
banji-effect · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Love is like an ice cream cone It gets better with each lick
Embroidered quilt tops by Rosie Lee Tompkins
237 notes · View notes
abwwia · 20 days ago
Text
Tumblr media
Untitled, Rosie Lee Tompkins, 1968, 1982-3, 1996. Cotton, wool, felt, velvet, velveteen, found and repurposed embroidered fragments, crocheted dollies, silk crepe, decorative trim, cotton threaded embroidery, and printed drapery. 57 x 75 in. Photography by Eli Leon. Berkeley Art Museum and Pacific Film Archive.
0 notes