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[just-a-pole-sir]

[cryptozo]

Movement is the motivation tonight

[gorillaz-girl]

Amazing news‼️‼️

An official script for D-Day (the story of how Murdoc and 2D met, and how 2D got his name in the first place) written by Cass Browne has just been released- And on Jamie’s birthday! 🎉

This script was originally written, along with a few others, for a Gorillaz TV special, which unfortunately never got made. The storyboards were of course used for the D-Day section of Rise Of The Ogre.

Thank you so much to lobo.tomypop on Instagram for getting a hold of this!

[jimekas]

So I don't think I reblogged anything from Tiger Tiger before, but it's a really good and beautiful comic by @pepurika about a sea-sponge-obsessed young noble lady stealing her brother's identity and ship, and containing eldritch marine deities/creatures and disaster lovable LGBT+ characters.

And oh boy in the last twentyish pages we've been feeding on the gay love drama side of the story, and with the very LAST PAGE!! Everyone lost their mind I think. I personally cackled uncontrollably for a few minutes, eventually getting weird looks from my parents XD

Holy cow. Arno you old queer savage :'D

I had to get this out of my system so here's this drawing XD Anyway, you should read this comic, it's really good.

[everyday-is-uncle-day]

The way Roy can’t stop staring. Thinking about what he sees. Sad. Jamie. And wants to fix it.

[scenesandscreens]

All of Us Strangers (2023)

Director - Andrew Haigh, Cinematography - Jamie D. Ramsay

"I know I was never good at saying it-I couldn't get the words out. But I do love you, very much. Somehow even more now that I know you."

[rosynova]

(first off, i'm so sorry about the quality, i've been fighting tumblr for 2 hours trying to fix it and it doesn't want to work with me :') please click on the pics for better resolution!)

so ever since reading this ask from @blank-house i've had this little scenario in my head because of jamie's bit, and i've finally gotten the chance to sketch it out :>

[theartofthecover]

Tank Girl + Gorillaz sketch (2022)

[this piece was for Jim Rugg & Ed Piskor's Cartoonist Kayfabe's 2022 Kayfabetober, day 24 prompt: Jamie Hewlett]

Art by: Alex Milne

[yourfavealbumisgender]

The Now Now by Gorillaz is Transmasc!

requested by @irequirealobotomy

[thedevilrisen]

Trust Me Mate

Jack Hughes x Y/N

Description: Based on the song 'Trust me mate' by Dean Lewis.

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Would be greatly appreciated if you could reblog. I love talking to people so say Hi if you want to. Feel Free to send in requests as well. I'm happy to write for most hockey players.

Warnings: Alcohol, Throwing up - I think that's it ( let me know if I missed more.)

-Sincerely thedevilrisen.

you’re pulling out your cigarette

you bring it up toward your lips

you breathe and push the smoke away just like you do with all your friends

I rapped my knuckles against the door three times, underneath the gold 126 plaque helping anyone unknown find this apartment. I wasn’t unknown though, I’ve been here hundreds of times, walked up the 13 flights of stairs for three months straight when the elevator broke to get here.  The dull thud of footsteps alerted me to the fact that you were coming to the door. The gentle click of the lock and opening of the door as far as the chain allowed me to get my first glimpse of her face in a month. 

“Can you let me in please.” I asked. She shut the door, I heard the slide of the chain bolt and then the door opened fully revealing her.

“Jack.  What are you doing here?” she whispered exasperated, moving to the side to let me into her dark apartment.

“I haven’t heard from you in a month Y/N.” I spoke examining her apartment as we walked further in, “I’ve been worried about you.”

“Well I’m fine Jack. Now if that’s all you’ve come to do, you can leave.” she concluded.  Crossing her arms across her chest. Why are you self-conscious around me, Y/N? I thought. 

“I left my good water bottle in your room the last time I was here. I’m just going to go get it.” I whispered, looking down as I made my way down the hallway to her room.

your room is messy and full of clothes

the curtains drawn, the Windows closed.

when did the person that i loved turn into someone i don't know

Stepping over clothes, and empty alcohol bottles strewn across the room I made my way to the wooden dresser where my water bottle is perched on the corner. All the photos that normally sit proudly on top of the dresser drawers were laid face down, draws half opened with clothes half falling out of some and an overflowing hamper basket that looks like it has a month's worth of laundry piled in it. Dust had piled on the window sills and the metal slats of the blinds. 

“Jack, stop snooping!” she shouted, voice wavering, tears brimming her eyes. “Get your water bottle and go!” 

“Y/N..” I mumbled

i say it's time we have to talk

“No Jack!” she shouted again, silent tears running down her cheek as she walked out of her room. “We don’t need to!”

you make a move towards the door and you deny there's anything to hide or answer for

you say, ‘I don't don't want you in my place just get the fuck out of my face’

“No Y/N! I’m not leaving you like this!” I yelled back, stepping back and running a hand down my face.

“Please Jack, just leave me be. I’m fine I promise.” she begged, hands clasped at her chest. 

“Fine.” I grit out through my teeth, reaching for the door. “Bye Y/N.”

“Bye!” she returned angrily.

but I won't give up so easy 'cause I know you'd do the same

DING. The elevator doors opened and I walked in, pressing the 13 and watching as the doors closed and the numbers on the screen above the panel changed,  counting as they went up, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13. The doors hummed as they opened letting me walk down the all too familiar hallway, patting my back pocket to make sure I brought the spare key I had to her apartment with me just in case she wouldn’t let me in, my other hand had the paper handles of a shopping bag filled with goodies dangling from my fingers. 

126, the gleaming numbers shone back at me, my left hand raising to the door and hitting my knuckles against the wood three times. Just like always. Waiting for a minute or so before knocking again. Anxiously waiting on a response as the minutes passed by, I continued staring at the gilded numbers. “Fuck this.” I mumbled, reaching around and pulling the silver key out of my back pocket and fumbling to slot it into the lock. CLICK. “Success!” I whispered, pushing the door open tentatively, taking a step inside the still darkened apartment. “Y/N?” I questioned into the eerie silence. “I know you didn’t want me here, but I can’t leave you like this. Y/N?” Moving toward her room and opening the door, light was coming from the bathroom along with sounds of gut-wrenching sobs and heaving. Dropping the bag I had clutched in my hand and rushing to the door, pushing it open and reclining at the sight before me. Y/N curled up on the cold tile floor of the shower, sobbing and dry heaving a bottle of whiskey knocked over and discarded to her right.

But trust me mate you've got this you always were the strongest but I'm not gonna promise that this won't hurt

you  were lying in the bathroom we almost thought we lost you

cause tryna numb the pain only makes it worse

I'm not giving up on you.

“J-Jack, I-i.. leave please.” she sobbed weakly. Heart breaking I moved to where she sat and slid down the wall to her height.

“I can’t do that Y/N.” I mumbled, bringing her shaking form into my arms. Hand rubbing soothingly up and down her back as she sniffled.

“Why Jack!” she cried sitting up, eyes red and puffy, pupils blown. 

“Because I love you Y/N.” I spoke calmly. 

“No, you don’t, you can’t love someone like me.” she wailed.

“Yes I can. I truly love and want to help you, but I need to know what’s wrong.”

“Can we just sit here for a bit?”

“We can do whatever you want.”

And if it gets worst

before it gets better

Don't be afraid to fall cause i won't let you

And if it gets worst

Before it gets better

Don't be afraid to fall

[just-a-pole-sir]

[dragonheartwolf]

Jamie

[sy5starplaty]

THE “SHITE IN NINING ARMOUR” IS JAMIE

[atorionsbelt]

phil dunster’s fanfic admission of “only very rarely have i done this…i don’t go looking for it i would stumble rather than search…”

i, too, would say this when caught slipping reading gay ao3 smut in public

[everyday-is-uncle-day]

I’m. Not. Over.This. Jamie can VERY easily pick up his mother and carry her.

And yet disappears when she hugs him❣️

[poirott]

A Haunting in Venice Behind the Scenes Featurette

All of them are suspects. See the all-star cast in A Haunting in Venice, only in theaters September 15.