#i love jack with all my heart

[oexas]

I have been thoroughly enamoured by Once Upon a Broken Heart in all its cliche glory, so here's some Evangeline and Jacks!

(reminder that patrons get access to this piece in full HD months before the public!)

[seilon]

my only complaint about 2005 dw is that we didn’t get more episodes with gung-ho mortal baby jack harkness. absolutely smitten by that fucker

[respectthepetty]

Director Tee's shows usually aren't explicitly color coded, but Jack and Joker is giving me hope because Jack is always in black and Joke always has red on him in this posters.

Tee, I already hate (love) you, so if you give me a Black Brooder who is holding onto secrets and pain but also has incredible strength and restraint mixed with a Red Rascal who is passionate but a whole ass problem, I will never say another bad thing about a Deep Hup ending. I promise!

Please, give this to me.

[starcrossedandstupid]

Personally I think people don’t talk about Jacks’s ‘I try not to think of you at all’ line enough!

Of course it comes off as a little bit rude, but it’s so romantic. The softness in his voice, the undertone of that little bit of heartbreak. He tried not to, because he knows he can’t have her and yet she consumes his mind. I have more thoughts, but I can’t form sentences on it. I have always thought it was a little heartbreakingly romantic and I realized that not everyone viewed in that way. It’s jacks’s raw thoughts, a look into how much he loves her, and how much that love is killing him, just a little.

[clover-46]

best dorm idc what anyone else says (diasomnia is 2nd best)

[krotiation]

Borderlands yaoi is so funny cause we have the actual canon gay couple who are the sweetest old dudes you've ever seen and then there are the non-canon gay ships that pretty much boil down to "yeah there's this guy who's unhealthily obsessed with this other guy and this other guy actually used to be unhealthily obsessed with another guy who also became unhealthily obsessed with him later on but not before being unhealthily obsessed with this doppleganger guy. We also have brick and mordecai"

[worstversionofme]

After spending so much time watching dimension 20 I seriously don’t think I’ll ever be able to tolerate regular tv. My little gay heart has never seen this kind of queer representation in tv and it is nourishing my soul. And queerness is never the butt of any joke and the characters experiencing and figuring out their sexualities isn’t always sad and dramatic.

I have never related to something so much. This silly show of just a bunch of cool actor friends playing D&D has probably changed my life: I feel like I know who I am better now???

I am eternally grateful to Brennan Lee Mulligan and literally every person involved in Dimension 20 for giving us this show and this outlet to figure ourselves out. Also gonna be eternally annoyed with Dimension 20 every time I have to watch a straight romcom - give me gay wizards and fairies and candy people any day

[tenderjock]

outstanding leadership, extraordinary initiative, & steadfast devotion to duty

Daniel&Jack&Peggy, and medals earned in wartime.

"You ever notice that Thompson doesn't talk about the Navy Cross?"

Peggy froze in the middle of adding milk to her tea. After a moment, she put the bottle down and stirred carefully, thoughts racing. Without turning to Daniel or letting her surprise inflect her voice, she said, "What do you mean?"

Daniel shrugged, a little jerkily. "I don't know. Everything's always bigger and better with him, you know? He'll tell you how much he earns or how long his - ah, you know, he'll brag. But he changes the topic every time it comes up."

She tapped the spoon against the side of her cup. "Perhaps he -" She broke off, struggling for the words that would turn Daniel's attention away from the issue. "Perhaps he simply doesn't like to talk about things that happened over there. We've all been there; it's never anything like the medals or newsreels seem to say it was."

"Yeah, sure," Daniel said. "It just doesn't seem like Thompson to not tell everyone he knows about it."

"You don't talk about your Purple Heart," Peggy pointed out, not ungently. Daniel stiffened.

"That's different."

"It is," Peggy agreed. "It's different for all of us."

A pair of familiar footsteps joined them at the office commissary before Daniel could respond. Peggy glanced back down into her cup and added a generous spoonful of sugar.

"I see my top agents are spending their workday productively," Jack remarked, his smirk a sharp line in his face.

Peggy shot him a rather arch look. "I see Chief Thompson is having an equally productive day," she said. "Have you admitted defeat yet?"

Jack made a face. He'd been fighting, along with Agent Faut and some rather obnoxious pencil-pushers, to balance the New York SSR's budget for the better part of the week. Most of his morning had been spent in a meeting with the senator's aide.

"I got 'em on the ropes," he said. Daniel clears his throat, rather judgementally.

Peggy isn't quite sure who he's been more upset with recently: Jack, for taking the promotion, or her, for not being bothered by it.

His attitude was a bit annoying, to be honest. Frankly, she was never going to receive a Medal of Honor or the position as New York Chief, no matter who advocated for her or what evidence was presented to the U.S. government. Daniel had to know that, too; the man wasn't stupid. And he had to realize that having Jack in charge, where they could keep an eye on him, was better than any alternative.

"We were discussing wartime medals," Peggy said instead of all that. Jack stiffened; Daniel noticed; Peggy rolled her eyes. "I once knew a man who earned an Order of the Bath for strategic actions in battle." She considered the memory. "He had terrible teeth."

"Order of the Bath?" Jack said, disbelieving.

"For conspicuous heroism taking place in a sauna," Daniel said. Both men laughed. Peggy sniffed. They had no respect, these Americans.

"What about Carter?" Jack asked, still laughing.

Peggy blinked at him. "What about me?" she said.

"What kind of awards did Agent Peggy Carter deign to accept?"

"I didn't earn any," Peggy said stiffly. "Women aren't combatants."

That's a bit of an oversimplification, she will admit in the privacy of her own mind. There were a few medals she could have theoretically earned, from the Americans and her own government, had circumstances regarding her service not been so, well, unique.

Some Englishwomen had received medals, but their service had been different than hers - usually as pilots or somesuch, not the covert missions she had in occupied France and Nazi Germany.

She may have qualified from the U.S. Women's Army Corps Service Medal, although it perhaps would have required Colonel Phillips to pull a few strings. Peggy had occupied a strange place in the war: a woman, first of all, and therefore not allowed in combat or eligible to receive medals for heroism under fire. But she had also been a spy, someone who technically didn't exist; and a British operative working for the Americans. Both sides had simply sort of - cut her loose, after victory was obtained and she was no longer useful.

It was only due to Colonel Phillips' recommendation that she had this job in the first place. Peggy pursed her lips, then shook herself out of her thoughts.

Only to find the two men staring at her like they had just been dunked in ice water. It was a bit unsettling. She took a sip of tea.

"Anyway," she said. "I actually do have work to do. Daniel, try to keep in mind what I was saying."

Jack was frowning at her. Daniel was frowning, too, but his gaze flicked to Jack once when she spoke, before he nodded.

"Sure thing," he said, and shifted on his crutch out of her way to let her back to her desk.

: :

Peggy frequently found herself the last person in the office, nowadays, with the possible exceptions being Daniel and Jack. Right now, Daniel's dark head of curls was bent over his desk and Jack's light was still on in his office, although the blinds were drawn.

They've all been working in a companionable silence for the last two hours. Daniel was eating something that smelled hot and spiced at his desk; little noises kept coming from the Chief's office, the sound of a file cabinet being opened or the desk chair being pushed back.

For Peggy's part, she's been combing through reports of gun sales to women matching Dottie's description in the tri-state area. She has found three that warrant a closer look, and was just about to get herself another cup of tea and really settle in when Jack's door opened and he slouched out.

He stopped in front of her desk. She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. He stared at her for a second, looking troubled.

"Yes?" she ventured, when it became clear he wasn't going to say anything to her.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked, rather abruptly.

Daniel was looking at them now. Peggy drummed her fingernails on her desk, then nodded and followed Jack into his office, where he shut the door behind them.

He then proceeded to stand at his desk, hands braced against the wood, staring blankly. Peggy was honestly starting to get worried, not that she thought letting Jack know that was a good idea.

"Chief Thompson?" she said. She didn't touch his arm, but it was a close thing.

Jack opened his desk drawer and pulled out a box. It looked like a large jewelry box and was made of navy blue leather, with gold detailing. Peggy didn't need to ask what was inside it - even if it hadn't had the name of the medal printed on it in little gold letters, she would have known.

"You should have it," Jack said. His face was grim and set.

"Jack!" Peggy said, shocked.

"You should have it," he insisted. "I don't - it shouldn't be me, anyway. And you deserve it, Peggy. We both know that." Jack glanced at her, then glanced away. "I was going to put it out on my desk but - I couldn't. I can't. You should have it."

Peggy stared at him, feeling like her heart was in her throat. Jack Thompson was a liar, and a fraud, and a self-serving, arrogant pain-in-the-arse to work with, but sometimes he still surprised her.

And, anyway, it would do no one any favors to make this into a bigger deal than it already was. She nodded, and carefully took the box and tucked it under one arm.

"I'll keep it safe," she said quietly. Then, more briskly, "Do you want me to brief you on the progress I've made in the Underwood case?"

"Christ," Jack said, rubbing his eyes. He laughed, a little wetly. "Yeah, that'd be great. Tell me you got something."

They talked for a few minutes. Jack agreed with her that there was meat in the rumor of a bank robbery being planned, although neither of them could fathom why a notorious Communist would want to rob a bank. When Peggy left his office with the Navy Cross in hand, Jack was pouring himself a Scotch, looking exhausted and like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Daniel looked up as Peggy fastened the clasps of her purse and got her coat. "You leaving?" he asked, and then considered her more closely. "Are you okay, Peggy?"

"Yes," she said. "Just, you know." She looked at Jack's office door and clutched the rectangular shape in her purse tighter. "I need to get home."

"I'll walk you out," Daniel said, still watching her. "I'm just about done here anyway."

Peggy waited while he grabbed his coat, hat, and briefcase. She had to watch her pace a bit when she's walking with Daniel, but the company was usually worth it. Tonight, she was tired and a little shaken and a bit too reflective, and she appreciated the distraction of having to make small talk with Daniel as they walked to the subway station together.

As they were waiting for her train - hers was due in four minutes; Daniel's, in six - Daniel said, apropos of nothing, "I guess I just never expect Thompson to care enough about anything to feel, I don't know." He looked across the platform blankly. "Shame or guilt or, or loss. Or anything."

Peggy looked at him. "I know what you mean," she said.

"You know why he doesn't talk about the Navy Cross." It wasn't a question. Daniel wasn't looking at her.

Peggy tucked her heavy purse tighter to her torso and breathed out slowly. "Yes," she said. Just yes, and nothing else.

Daniel nodded, still staring across the empty platform. "Is it something I should know about?"

She gave that some thought. "It's not something I'm going to tell you," she said finally. "Not without Jack's permission, which I don't think he'd give. But it doesn't change who he is, not really. It might explain some of what he's done, recently." Then, because she wanted to be honest with Daniel: "Although you may not like the explanation."

He dipped his chin to his chest. "Alright," he said, then again, quieter, "Alright."

Her train arrived, and Peggy boarded, wishing Daniel a good night. Peggy observed him through the car's dirty, cracked window, a dark figure braced on his crutch, looking down at the concrete beneath his shoes. Peggy put one hand into her purse, pressing her palm against Jack's medal as she watched him.

As the train pulled away from the platform, Daniel seemed to shake himself and turned toward the opposite tracks, where his train going the other direction was arriving.

[jackstheprinceofhearts]

GUYSSSS I MISS EVAJACKS ): THEY WERE THE BEST BRO AND I MISS THEM SO MUCH LIKE UGHHHH

the reason i havent been posting about them is because i feel that everyone already covered everything that i would have to say about acftl, which was not much really.

[b1gwings]

GOOD LORD i have not been able to think about anything else but Fig's undying devotion to her friends since last night's episode. I wonder if she's actually going to persue the paladin stuff, and if she does I wonder if they're going to make her a custom oath??? i know mechanically, oath of devotion is pretty versatile, but ALSO it would be so cool to find something that's so Fig. the way you could combine the warlock "relationships & agreements" stuff to an oath.... her love for her friends is so powerful :(

[socksandbuttons]

how did you discover sun and moon show?

i think ive answered this before

but it was in my youtube recommends and i was like 'a youtube show??? oh its clickbait okay'

it wasnt untl i was watching some animatics and then REALIZING it was from the show- However i think the frist eclipse and lunar arc is what dragged me in.

[respectthepetty]

Hi Petty! Question! Tho I'm sure you might be making a post about the colors in Jack and Joker but what is the significance of Joke wearing that maroon color consistently in ep 2? Is that his redemption color??

@negrowhat, I'm at my job in-between classes trying to write my thoughts after watching the episode and capturing thirty images (which I also did on the clock), but I keep getting interrupted because my department chair expects me to work today. Like, bruh.

But I wrote a previous Wild Ass Theories post that I just reblogged because I knew Jack and Joke would be color-coded. Jack is a Black Brooder and Joke is a Red Rascal.

So his red this episode was just him fulfilling his color-coded duties.

However, my wild ass theory dealt with the blue that connects him and Jack, and I think it has to do with Jack, not the reaper, and Joke, not the thief. Like the blue is them without the personas.

Or at least I think it is.

But, once again, the red/maroon is just Joke up to his usual Red Rascal shenanigans.

Which is why we knew he was Aran's makeup assistant before we even saw his face.

It's Joker's signature color.

[agent-tempest]

FUCK YOU NETFLIX. I love the s&b cast so much, I loved their interviews. Now you are telling me I won't get to see that?! Jessie and Ben's sibling energy. Amita 'let's take a walk together' Suman , Dan and Cal being the absolute besties, Kit being the chaotic middle child and Freddy being the vine uncle. You are telling me I won't get to see that again!?!

[fancy--that]

Just saw the Super Mario Bros movie.

Don’t watch it, i give it a 0/10, Bowser and Luigi didn’t kiss even once

[sicc-nasti]

WOW SO THIS is gonna be a big artdump of TF3tober art ive done so far! Ive been having a LOT of fun with it, especially drawing other peoples ocs! Everyones oc's have immaculate chemistry, Im very very blessed to have my silly mailmen be a part of that! ------------------------------------------ Jay the Janitor belongs to @beepiesheepie Wren the Shifter belongs to @ozianthus-arts Wolfgang/Bluey, Jack of All Trades belongs to @mickmundane Agatha belongs to @arts-of-gjb Sailor belongs to @duskgryphon Rusty the Pilot and Armani the Decoy belong to @ottosbigtop Brady, Brodie, Brandie (Blue, Red and Purple Courier!) and Priest belong to me!! :3

Make sure you check out everyones oc's!!! Theyre WONDERFUL <3

[arthurmargon]

i’ve never seen this hosea/jack interaction and it has me in tears 🥺 that’s grandpa right there