#gotjam

[alexbkrieger13]

Gotjam fans are so happy that AKB has extended. So cute that she already fan favourite after 4 month.

yea its so sweet how they've just embraced her so much

[b0xxislame]

A matter of respect Chapter one

Ed stared down at Isabella’s lifeless body how dare she call Oswald that he wasn’t in love with Edward he couldn’t love him he was too disgusting. She kept saying that Oswald was so weak looking and a bother and that he was so stupid to think he could have Edward. It made him angry that she could so easily belittle a man who had been through so much to just get to this point in his just so he could be gossiped about by some woman who had barely been in their life for what two days. He looked at her body as he remembered her bitter words. He was glad he was able to see her life slowly drain out of her body when he gripped hold of her neck. He reached for his keys and picked them up. As he turned on the car he popped the trunk open and went inside for Isabella.

He drove home with Isabella in the trunk. He kept reliving the moments where she called Oswald those horrendous names and would wrap her arms around him. It disgusted him. As he parked along the driveway he knew he’d have to tell Oswald what happened but perhaps not the parts when Isabella said Oswald was supposedly in love with him. It would be best not to discuss his own feelings towards Oswald at least not now after killing Isabella. He shook his head trying to rid of himself of those thoughts and opened the car door.

“Oswald are you awake” he questioned loudly throughout the house as he walked inside hoping that Oswald was still awake. “In he-here Eddie” Oswald said his voice sending a strange feeling inside Ed’s body . Ed walked in the office to see Oswald with one and a half empty bottles of whiskey. “I-I thou-thought you were with Isabel to-night” he sounded as bitter as a drunken man could sound. Ed looked away nervously. Oswald must’ve noticed something wrong with him because as soon he looked away Oswald grabbed his hand and whispered “What’s wrong”. It sent a short shiver down Eds back as he felt the soothing touch and heard Oswalds sweet and tender voice.

“I killed her” it came out so soft he hoped that Oswald hadn’t even heard him. He could feel his stare piercing his skin. “Ed wha-why” he said looking extremely shocked “You you lov-were fond of her how why” he kept stuttering. Ed wanted him to stop talking. For him to just help. Just help him. He covered his face “I’m sorry Oswald I never meant for it to happen b-but sh-she” he didn’t know when he started to cry but now here he as sobbing in Oswald’s arms. Oswald was hushing him and whispering reassuring words into his ear as he continued to sob. “Just tell me why ok Ed I can fix this if you tell me why”he whispered softly into his ear making him slowly stop his crying. “She was just she kept ridiculing you I know it’s stupid but you’ve done so much for me I just got so angry that she kept saying those things and I just snapped” he looked down as he said the final words revealing the truth.

He felt Oswald’s soft hand against his face and he melted into him. He could have stayed there forever. But in Gotham nothing good ever truly lasts

@somegothamtrash for requesting

don’t worry guys I’m actually gonna write now so yee your requests willl be answered

[artiboi-navarro]

Look at this! Best bat family character yet! The shadows, the highlights, the textures, the use of black! *Sheff's kiss* And you should see the extended cape! . . 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ ⬇️Comment below what you think!⬇️ ⏩ share with your friends ⏩ ➕ Follow me for daily art 😄 ➕ 🔔 Turn on post notifications 🔔 . . . @artiboi_navarro 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ Some Tags: 📸 #batman #brucewayne #brucewaynebatman #daddybatman #daddy #dadofthegroup #patriarch #bruce #wayne #thewaynefamily #gotjam #gothamcity #iworkalone #sothatwasaheckinglie #bat #bats #goingbatty (at Las Vegas, Nevada) https://www.instagram.com/p/B68hNrsFFmY/?igshid=1mprqhzlrn6ju

[jeromevalseka]

why have i not been using comic book plotlines to base my gotham fics on?? adaptation is the heart of the show so why not my fics?? oh i am fortunes fool!

[butterfly-child99]

Random things that remind you of a certain group ... #ifyouknowyouknow #gotjams https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz3JtFhn4oY/?igshid=1cpwbkplh4jmf

[4000screamingbirbs]

Anyone else look at their partner like artistically? Like yeah, I think they’re hot af but also have you seen the curve of their thumbnail??? Like you wanna instantly sketch it, anyone else have this?? I saw my partner with a lighter lighting a candle while leaning against the counter, nakey!!!, and I swear in that moment, he looked like a goddamn painting...the light bouncing off his face, illuminating only a small bit of the room around him, bitch is gonna make me become a painter. Like imma dedicate an entire chunk of my life painting this scene cus it hit me that hard. Like a gotjam French indie film. I’m yearning even tho I got a mans...help!

[karasflowers]

When I was young in gotjam they used to call it “The crime city”

dont worry.... theyll call it that again soon.......... heh heh heh

[kellebjammin]

It’s easy to “spread” some holiday cheer with jam! There are all sorts of lovely puns that can happen on gift tags with jam as inspiration! 🎄You’re #myjam ! ⭐️Have a “Berry” Merry Christmas! 🎁 Wishing you and yours a #jamtastic Holidays! 🎅🏼Have a #jamgood Christmas & New Year! ☃️Hope these “sweet eats” “spread” some love and cheer to you and yours this holiday season! 🎄🎁🎅🏼☃️⭐️ The puns go on for days! Snag your jams either on the online jam shop or at the Kelle B Kitchen this Sunday, 1-5pm! Have a “Holly Jolly” Christmas! #kellebjammin #kellebjamminholidayjamboree #lubbock #livelovelubbock #smallbatch #artisanjam #gotjam #spoonfullofsugar #giftbasket #nomnom #teachergifts #secretsanta #kellebkitchen #christmasgifts #spreadthelove (at Kelle B Jammin') https://www.instagram.com/p/BrXvAaKg88m/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1pw64klo7ia1p

[fucknofortunato]

[Writing Prompt] My Fantasy Fantasy pt 1

Prompt: You have suddenly been inserted as one of the characters in the Lord of the Rings series. Who are you and do you change anything about how your character acted in the books or movies? Note: I really don’t like writing fanfiction anymore, so I’m taking heavy liberties with this one’s guidelines. Also, little ashamed to admit I’m honestly not that savvy with the LotR’s story despite having watched the films. Haven’t read the books yet

Vandrew Avi was feeling pretty down on his luck lately. There wasn’t an aspect of his life he currently felt great about and his 25th birthday was quickly approaching. Having just finished another shift at his soul-crushing desk job, Vandrew found himself in the usual spot in his usual seat: Breakdown Solo. A small bar/restaurant that served the locals but managed to keep a dive bar atmosphere to just the bar top area.

“White Russian please. Easy on the Vodka, heavy on the Kahlua.” A small guffaw made him turn his head, “If you’re gonna order from the bar you should be ordering actual drinks.”

Sitting two seats down from him was an man he guessed to be in his fifties or so. Had a real gruff look to him and nasty scar running from his cheek down to his neck.

“I get drunk after a few and enjoy the drink alright too. I’m not Russian to get drunk,” Vandrew replied. Another guffaw, the patron amused by the short quip. “You like bowling?” “Not really. I’m not good at it, just can’t seem to pin down the strategy.” This time the laugh kinda startled Vandrew. Oh yeah, he thought to himself. I guess that was a pun. The bartender laid out a napkin and set his drink on it. Throwing cash on the bar, he thanked her before trying the drink. A small grimace hidden by a forced smile. There’s always too much vodka. “So, what are you doing drinking out here and telling puns?” “Heh. I just kinda use puns to gauge new people’s humor. Just here trying to make the best of a long day. Well, long week really. Or life I guess.” “You sound like you need some more excitement! What do you do for work?” “I just do some simple mind-numbing computer stuff. It’s okay at times. Some of the co-workers are fun to talk to.” “Wouldn’t you like to travel though?” the old man asked with an auspicious grin.

Vandrew sat up and gave his full attention to the man now. Something was wrong here, because he would love to travel. Yet, there was just something here that seemed to imply that the old man knew exactly that.

“Yeah... But I don’t think I’m able to afford or find any jobs that let me do that,” Vandrew hesitantly replied. “How about being a private courier?” “You mean like deliveries for people they don’t want to publicly hire for?” “I mean exactly that. Deliveries for people that are willing to just pay you directly and see to it that the overworked postal people don’t bumble their goods.” “I looked at stuff like that forever ago, but I just couldn’t figure out how to get into it,” Vandrew said, looking back into his glass before taking a solemn sip. “I could use a courier tonight. In fact, I’m looking for someone to fill the position that my previous hire just emptied,” replied the man leaning forward and retrieving something from his coat. “Uh... I don’t know about that. Seems like I might be transporting illegal items or something considering I’m not allowed to look. Cause I’m not allowed to look right?” “Oh you can look, it’s not pre-packaged or anything,” the man said withdrawing a brown cloth.

The man held the item up to Vandrew and let the cloth fall from it, revealing a strange golden star-like dodecahedron. Within the center, there was a ruby etched with strange lettering and covered by connecting golden grid lines.

“You...you’d trust me with delivering that? That looks incredible expensive,” Vandrew said admiring the jewelry. It looked just a bit bigger than a baseball. “Of course. You’ll want to get paid and earn that new job. Consider tonight a test. I’ll pay you two hundred dollars now and when the client receives this item, he’ll give you four hundred more.”

Vandrew almost choked on his white russian. THAT’S LIKE TWO WEEKS WORTH OF MY PAYCHECKS!! he thought to himself with twisted delight and curiousity.

“That’s like two weeks worth of my paychecks!” he proceeded to blurt out as well. “Think about that will ya,” said the old man. “One night and you’re already good for two weeks.” “Well hot damn, man! Where do I have to take it?” he asked eagerly. The older man chuckled to himself as he stood up from his seat. Reaching back into his coat, he pulled out a business card and handed it to Vandrew. “My number is on the back if you run into any trouble. Her door is usually unlocked, so let yourself in if she’s not answering. You’re welcome to wait for her to get home, she’ll be expecting you.” “Unlocked...?” he said to himself as he looked over the card. “Sounds like someone could rob her unless she’s got an a-door-ing public.”

Vandrew looked up smiling but saw the old man must have been swift, for he was nowhere to be seen. Looking around, he instead found the ruby-star and the two hundred dollars in the seat next to him. Beaming a smile, he held up the ten twenty-dollar-bills to his face. Looking back to the bar, he placed a tip next to his drink and then went to find some food.

-

Back in his car, Vandrew plugged the address into his phone.

Hey, that’s actually not too far from here, he thought to himself. Should be about a two hour drive, tops. Gonna be pretty sleepy on the way back though...

It was already pretty late but the idea of getting to travel so much and being financial stable was already filling his head with dreams. The road seemed to drag on and on as he went along highways and back routes, avoiding the tolls and blasting his music. It was mostly strange remixes of popular songs and synths or 80′s-esque film music. It was kind of an ironic enjoyment because he wouldn’t normally listen to the actual song as much but he couldn’t help but sing along with this one. “Bout to have a party... Let’s get it started... Go ahead shake your butt...”

“Oh my got...” he muttered, letting it hang in the air. Vandrew parked his car next to a keypad staring at the big archway gate, green metal bars with some symbol in the center. Behind the gate laid the rest of the road and an old mansion, though it seemed smaller than he thought a mansion would look. Looking over the card he found the five digit code and punched it into the keypad. “I guess that’s why she leaves the door unlocked.”

Having parked his car, he approached the doorway with the ruby-star in hand, wrapped in the brown cloth. Vandrew knocked upon the door nervously and kept looking around at the grounds. It was pretty late at night and he wasn’t feeling super aware of himself. Unsure of if he knocked hard enough, he tried knocking again, pretty hard and for a little longer than he felt was normal.

“Oh wait a sec,” he said to himself as he realized this was a pretty big house. Looking around the door for a moment he found the doorbell, “Ah, there we go.”

The chimes of the doorbell could be heard faintly outside the door. About two minutes went by before he decided to stop being awkward and try opening the door. Instead, the handle only turned halfway and he heard the click of a lock holding it in place.

“Oh man! You gotta be kidding me!” he blurted aloud. Quickly his mind raced, thinking about why someone would trick him into coming out to someone’s house with some expensive looking jewelry. “Hold on hold on, don’t freak out just yet,” he tried to reassure himself. “He had the code right? Oh no, he had the code! Maybe I was just to test it?” Fumbling with his pocket he pulled out the business card. “Oh gotjam, what if I call him and it’s just a setup to let him actually rob the place or something?”

In a panic, Vandrew tried the door again and knocked as he held the door knob. Suddenly, he felt the door knob give way and the door slid ajar. Tripping over himself and hitting the door twice, he regained himself in the entrance to the home. “Yeah...okay...”

Curiosity and determination overtook his paranoid senses and he shut the door before beginning to explore. There were some really old paintings on the wall, covered with dust and some having tears. Little podiums were throughout the hall with odd busts and vases upon them. Eventually, his path came to an end at a large room with a fireplace. The fire was lit and crackling, so he assumed this must be where he was supposed to wait. The room was also strangely decorated. Aside from the big sofa chair near the fireplace and the table next to it, this room seemed like it had not been touched in some time.

An old rug was spread across the floor in a design of red and tan with little dashes of blue here and there. Really ties the room together, Vandrew thought to himself as he crossed it. A deer head was above the fireplace but there was something off about it that he couldn’t put his finger on. The antlers seemed pretty big and the branches far apart but he honestly didn’t know enough about deer to tell if this was unique. The rest of the room just didn’t appeal to him at all once he realized what was on the far wall from the sofa.

A large sign hung at the top that read “CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON“ in large golden letters. Below it were several racks of weapons upon the wall, divided into odd categories. At the top, hanging horizontally like a gun, sat a large oaken staff, seemingly made of twisted branches with a big crystal in the end grasped by the roots. Everything else was hung from the handle, with the weapon’s ‘dangerous’ end pointing towards the floor. Starting at the left there was a rack of 4 daggers, a rack of two swords, a rack of one large battle axe, a rack of a bow and 5 arrows, and lastly, a large rack containing a multitude of knives, maces, bows, and swords but all in a twisted black metal.

“This looks...familiar...” Vandrew said to himself. Speaking to himself was a habit he developed for whenever he felt out of place or unsafe. “Well, she’s got some cool weapons. That battleaxe looks pretty neat,” he said reaching for it. “But wait a sec,” cutting himself off and pulling back his hand. “That’s pretty heavy. If I did need to defend myself, I can’t let them see I’m not that strong off the bat...” His eyes scanned back over to the daggers. “Yeah that seems neat...”

Vandrew reached out with both hands for two daggers. His right hand pulled one off before the left and just before the left could grip the other, he heard the wall make a large clicking sound. Instinctually, he flinched and gripped the second dagger but it didn’t budge from the wall. His hand slid off causing him to jump a second time and rear up the dagger in a defensive way. Looking around, he saw a mirror nearby and caught a glimpse of himself. A gangly kid holding a dagger upside down like some kind of wannabe ninja. This image also made it dawn on him that he would have to get really close to stab someone with this. “Oh god,” he said, putting the dagger back out of fear from the wall and the feeling that he couldn’t really defend himself with it. The prongs holding up the blade pushed away and he heard the clicking again.

“Damn, she is protective of her stuff,” Vandrew wondered aloud, realizing that the wall somehow locked everything into place once of the items was taken. Back at the swords he reached out and grabbed the one with a gold and black hilt. The walls clicked and locked everything into place as he held the heavy blade aloft, looking at the craftsmanship. He whistled in awe, realizing this blade was the real deal. Despite it weighing his arm a bit, he practiced swinging it around a bit, trying to do some sword tricks. It devolved into the true purpose of what he was doing, which was playing with a weapon. Yet, as what is prone to happen to those who play with weapons and things they don’t understand, he ended up nicking his leg and cutting a small slashed hole into his jeans.

“Ow, damn it!” he said,bending down to clutch his wound. The sword remained aloft, gripped in his right hand. “Well, it doesn’t look too bad. Jeez, that’s a real clean cut too... I think.” Sighing and placing the blade on the table, he sat in the chair and began to wait. “Shoot,” he said aloud eyes widening. “What was I doing, I could have totally broken this lady’s stuff. That’d suck to come out here to get paid only to have to pay someone else...”

About a half hour went by before he started to slump in the chair, phone barely held in his hand. The ruby-star sat on the table as well and as he struggled to see things clearly, he almost thought he saw the cloth glowing red from within. Then his eyes finally gave up the fight to stay awake.

[volatilemerch-blog]

Got James? . http://www.volatilemerchandise.com/metallica-james-hetfield-pop-vinyl-figure-57/ . #metallica #gotjames #jameshetfield #metal #metalhead #funko #funkopop #funkopops #funkomusic #metalmerch #metaltshirts #bandshirts

[acompetemachine-blog]

courtscourt replied to your photo: Going 2 work lol

pahahahahahaha your work clothes will never be not funny to me sorry not sorry

i just need new pants gotjam it

[4000screamingbirbs]

IF I AM PERCEIVED BY 1(ONE) MORE STRAIGHT MAN I AM GOING TO EAT THEM

I had to go to the gas station to get food and I don’t wear bras (for several reasons) and I was wearing a tank top so every single gotjam man was staring as I walked around there. One guy, WITH HIS WIFE (I assume, they were holding hands and had rings) walking the other direction did a full head turn watching my chest, and of course she noticed and got upset. Like wtf am I supposed to do in that situation??? Get you a better man??? Don’t fucking put the blame on me! I didn’t come to buccees to be stared at, I came here to get beef jerky and too much teavana tea, THATS IT. Okay I lie, it’s also to get those Rice Krispie treats, but it sure as shit ain’t to be perceived! So here it is, if you’re a straight man, DONT FUCKING LOOK AT ME OR I WILL SEASON, POACH, THEN SLOW ROAST YOU!

[kellebjammin]

Check me and my new friends from @fox34news on Look Around Lubbock! Right now... go... do it! #kellebjammin #kellebkitchen #lookaroundlubbock #tvappearance #interns #gotjam #jamgood #fox34 #gooddaylubbock #reporters #jamgood #lubbock (at Kelle B Jammin') https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn3ftLqgM0y/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8ajq2x4zkyc3

[kellebjammin]

I love my #happyplace ! Hope wherever y’all end up this weekend it’s your happy place! Happy Fri-YAY! . . . . . . #kellebjammin #gotjam #jamgood #commercialkitchen #friyay #friday #weekend #jamon #jamtastic #myjam #livelovelubbock (at Kelle B Jammin')

[kellebjammin]

It's finally happening!!!!! #kellebjammin #jamday #livelovelubbock #thatsmyjam #gotjam #gotexan #jammin #blessthismess #madeintexas (at Kelle B Jammin')

[kellebjammin]

Sooooo I may not have gotten much jam made today, but I had such a fabulous and rich day! Sweet friends came over to see the new place and have an impromptu tea party! Their ooohs and ahhhs were really what I was needing to hear! So thrilled to show off my new jammin' home!! 😍 This little corner was one of the first bits I got started on as it's the heart of the kitchen... literally! They pour my driveway TOMORROW so I'll be in there bright and early jammin' up a storm for Grape Day and United on Thursday! Feeling sooooooo blessed through the love of friends and family! Love you all and a special shout out to @mamava42 for all her help and for being a #jamgood sounding board! Love you, Mom! ❤️😘❤️ #kellebjammin #gotjam #jamtastic #smallbatch #gourmet #artisan #jams #commercialkitchen #comandcenter #jamon #sweetsetup #blessed #friendsandfamily (at Kelle B Jammin')