#jeremy labelle

[nofatclips]

Jaojoby by Labelle (featuring Vola) from the Post-maloya EP (Free download/Name Your Price on BandCamp)

[sunshine-foxes-and-shadows]

*claps hands together* Okay. An idea that WILL NOT leave my brain.

Jeremy & Renee unintentionally teaming up and creating a home with Kevin, Neil, Jean, and Andrew. (No logistics, just vibes for this premise)

They all interact in different degrees of affection/familiarity, but it's just--comfortable and safe.

Renee sitting on the couch and having a hot drink as she reads, when Andrew sits beside her and rests his head on her shoulder. (Jean makes his way over to sit by her feet, so she can run her fingers through his hair.)

Jeremy's up early one morning and Neil finds him and they get to chatting about ~*Exy*~. Kevin slots in behind Neil to join the conversation. Jean follows Kevin's lead and moves behind Jeremy. Andrew's disinterested, but pushes in front of & leans back on Jeremy, so he can nudge at Neil's shins occasionally.

Renee watches her boys with great fondness and is content. (Eventually, they migrate over to the table and she gets a flurry of pecks and hair fluffs.)

I feel like I have a thousand more thoughts, but to name a few:

Jeremy & Renee kiss attacking Jean and he gets indignant but never puts a stop to it (He's actually loving it.)

Kevin & Jean getting (just a little) jealous over Jeremy's attention. (Andrew picks up on their posturing and grabs Jeremy's hand and steals him away, just to be a dick.)

Renee spooning Kevin on the couch, so she can hold him close to her & give him gentle, comforting strokes across his chest.

Andrew and Renee taking Neil shopping every time he tries to get out of it, but *needs* new clothes.

Jean, Kevin, Jeremy & Renee foreign film dates. Andrew and Neil occasionally attend, but also go off on adventures (and/or wreak havoc).

I just...........I want them all to be happy and have as much love as possible.

[bisexualdisasterjeanmoreau]

Jeremy leaving neon post it notes with cheesy affirmations and drawings scribbled on them around his and Jean’s room. Jean rolling his eyes as he takes them off the wall, only to tuck them away in one of his drawers for safekeeping. 

[joanofexys]

pssst friendly reminder that the only canon label we have for Neil's sexuality is demi (aspec) and that he's otherwise unlabeled. hc what you want but stop trying to push it as canon or putting it over his only canon label.

i'm tired of seeing y'all erase aspecness as a valid sexuality and always feeling the need to pair it with another identity as if aspec people aren't valid just identifying as aspec and also erasing us from the conversation entirely

[ninyard]

hai i would send this anonymously but there's no images for that. this feels very jerison to me........ jeremy and allison r both gay and then kevin is the bisexual who brings them together for gay^2 yknow

yes precisely. it's still gay so long as it's still gay. doesn't matter if there's Potential Not Gay in there. you see, it's still gay because it's gay. it doesn't have to be anything else. it's quite simple really.

[oldschool-analog]

I like to think that Jeremy and Christine did end up doing that bowling alley performance art and then proceeded to get banned from every single bowling alley in New Jersey

[tofangirlonly]

Just going to leave this here...

[unproduciblesmackdown]

xmas xtrav the gift that won't stop giving in going "yeah show me lance & who all i want for christmas is youses" & "oh nice 9th annual in video form, go right ahead" & "oh my god i absolutely know this one but haven't seen it in how long & my Delight & Joy is only further primed as well as immediately jotting down 'okay so the Time Travel Plot Point Adjacent To AIWFCIY happening by 9th annual'" for funsies

[puekjh]

I drew some autumn tiny bmc because I'm really COLD

[nofatclips]

Muqata'a remix of Souviens-toi by Labelle featuring Hasawa

[guildtree]

I should really replay Guild Wars 1 with the music on for open world, huh.

[ladyseidr]

okay was writing a reply and was like! oh! i never posted a very simply, random headcanon! anyway my jeremy is such an always-michael-never-mike guy. unless your portrayal of michael hates his name to the point of exclusively preferring mike (in which case jeremy will respect that obv), he almost always calls him michael. if asked why he'll just say it's because he likes it, but lbr he's just flirting at that point lmao

[libingan]

—no questions asked.

you’ve always been his, even before the words were ever said—no labels needed when everything else speaks for itself.

i remember candace and jeremy's relationship in phineas and ferb. i liked how jeremy assumed they were already dating and thought to myself "simon riley" so here it is.

it’s always been this way with simon.

the little things you’ve shared, those moments that nobody else gets to see, have slowly built up over time. long drives where the silence is comfortable, quiet moments when you’re wrapped up in a blanket together, his arm draped around your shoulders. you’ve shared soft kisses in the early morning light, whispered words when you think no one’s listening, and occasional touches that linger just a second too long to be deemed innocent. his gruff voice calling you his—just “his,” as if you’re already a part of something bigger, something unspoken.

but the question always lingers in the back of your mind: what are we?

because in your head, you’re not his girlfriend. you never really were. sure, you’ve done couple things—spent hours together, laughed over inside jokes, shared moments that feel like they belong to only the two of you. but whenever you think about it, you can’t quite place a label on what you are. you never had that conversation, the one where he asks you out, where you define what this thing between you is.

and deep down, you’ve always known. maybe it’s not meant to last. maybe simon’s just passing through your life like a storm, wild and unpredictable, leaving you wondering if you’ll ever feel whole again once the dust settles. you’ve never asked for a commitment. it was enough for you to just be close, to keep things easy and fluid, without any promises that might eventually break.

but then, everything changes the moment you decide to confront him.

it’s a quiet night, the kind where the world outside seems to stop, and you’re sitting in the living room, the only sound being the soft hum of the kitchen light. simon’s sprawled across the couch, eyes half-lidded as he scrolls through his phone. you’re sitting on the floor in front of him, leaning your back against the coffee table, and you can’t stop your thoughts from swirling.

the truth has been eating at you for weeks now, months maybe. you have to ask. you need to know if this is really what you want, and more importantly, if it’s what simon wants. so, you let the question slip, unsure of how it’ll come out, but it tumbles from your lips all the same.

“simon,” you begin, your voice quiet but firm, “what are we?”

he doesn’t immediately look up from his phone. it’s as if the question barely registers, but you know he’s heard it. you can feel his attention slowly turning your way, as if his brain needs a second to process the weight of your words.

he puts the phone down, tilting his head slightly to get a better look at you, his gaze soft but intense. he doesn’t say anything at first. instead, his lips curl into a small, knowing smirk.

“what do you mean?” his voice is low, almost like he’s testing the waters.

you swallow, feeling a tightness in your chest, and you try to make your words come out right. “i mean… we do all this stuff, simon. you call me yours, and i… i don’t even know where i stand. we’ve never really talked about what this is. are we… are we dating, or what?”

he blinks at you for a moment, clearly taken aback by your words. it’s almost funny, how much you’ve thought about it, how much you’ve analyzed your every interaction, while simon has likely never questioned it. it’s simple to him. and that’s when it hits you—he’s never even considered that this could be anything other than what it is.

he sighs, a deep, exasperated sound, and leans back into the couch, his arms crossed over his chest. his eyes lock onto yours, unwavering. “what are you on about, woman? you’re my girlfriend.”

the words hang in the air, and for a moment, you can’t quite process them. you blink, unsure if you’ve heard him right. it almost sounds like he’s stating a fact, like it’s something as simple as breathing. his voice is firm, unwavering, as if this was always meant to be the case.

you feel your breath catch, the weight of his words sinking in, and then—just like that—all your worries melt away. you don’t even know why you were so worried in the first place. the uncertainty, the anxiety, it all seems so silly now. you’re not sure whether to laugh or roll your eyes at the absurdity of it all. simon is, as always, so simon about it. there’s no drama, no overthinking, no need for big conversations or declarations.

you’re his. you’re his girlfriend. and there’s no debate.

the relief hits first, followed closely by a mix of amusement and a small flash of annoyance. you try to hold back the grin tugging at your lips. “wait... just like that? no question, no ‘will you be my girlfriend?’ just… you’re my girlfriend?”

he meets your gaze, nonchalant, and shrugs. “that’s right. you’re mine. no need for any of that nonsense. i’ve already decided.”

you stare at him, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the temperature of the room. it’s the way he speaks, like he’s already certain, already claimed you. and it feels… good. reassuring, even. but also, just a little bit frustrating. because, honestly, how do you even argue with that?

“god, you’re impossible,” you mutter, a grin breaking through as you roll your eyes. “seriously. you’re so damn sure about everything.”

he just smirks back, the corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. “you should be glad i am, sweetheart. now, come here.”

he pats his lap, and before you can protest, you’re already moving toward him, the tension from moments before completely gone. his arms pull you close, and you settle against him, feeling his familiar warmth. you don’t even need the words anymore. somehow, just being with him like this is enough.

and that, you realize, is exactly what simon’s always known.

[you-know-i-get-itt]

look the reason i want to see jeremy break but not renee is that renee is genuinely healing and becoming well-adjusted, while jeremy is a ball of repression put into a box, tied with a ribbon, and labelled “to ignore”. other than that i love them both equally and would like to wish them both a very “will you marry me?”

[fantasyfangirling4ever]

I thought that Jeremy couldn't be an addict because that would make him "too much of a fox" and the trojans didn't have criminal or public, stigmatised problems but in actuality I think it's a great way to explore how wealth defines these labels. The foxes are constantly maligned for being problem cases but Jeremy is the captain of the trojans because of blatant bribery and abuse of power. Jeremy suffers horrific consequences for his actions, in the form of homophobia, shame, guilt, emotional and fincancial abuse and control. But he is able to avoid the worst practical consequences (serious jail time, let alone suspension from school, loss of his Exy career) because of his parents influence and wealth. He is able to get clean because of their wealth. Whereas the foxes are 'junkies and criminals' for their entire career and are only allowed a shot at a better life if they're lucky because Wymack puts his neck out for them. I think it's genius to have us guess and wait for book two because it emphasises this disparity.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

from jackie sanders / hellojacks

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