#jess thoughts!
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
americ4nheist · 6 months ago
Text
james kelly x female reader where she’s a ballerina and he’s his boyfriend who helps her practice, holding and lifting her, but taking advantage of those moments to touch her inappropriately and turn her on
44 notes · View notes
honestlydarkprincess · 11 months ago
Text
i love this character so much......i hope they get seriously injured and almost die
69K notes · View notes
guardianspirits13 · 2 years ago
Text
I've gotta say that there is no better achievement as a neurodivergent person than hyperfixating on a character for so long that you are known as "the 'insert character name here' person"
34K notes · View notes
thoughtkick · 4 months ago
Quote
I hope you’ll see me one day and see who I’ve become. I hope regret steals your breath.
Jess Amelia
5K notes · View notes
perfectquote · 19 days ago
Quote
When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.
Jess C. Scott
3K notes · View notes
hanasnx · 25 days ago
Text
MINORS DNI 18+
Tumblr media
inviting PETER PARKER over as friends for a movie night on your laptop. you didn’t believe people actually gave a fuck about gray sweatpants and when you told pete to dress comfy you didn’t expect him to show up in a pair. your eyes glance down involuntarily, and he doesn’t visibly take note of it at first. it’s the second, or third time you accidentally make eye contact with something that the gears in his head start turning. innocent—albeit a little awkward—cuddling evolves. he gets a whiff of your hair, you feel the muscle under his fitting white t-shirt, he sees the cold perk your nipples through your pajama top, you swear there’s a halfie hiding between his legs. suddenly, your bodies start to gravitate towards one another a little more purposely, nudging each other while “adjusting” positions. soon, you’re not focused on the movie, you can’t stop staring at his rig through those damn gray sweatpants.
1K notes · View notes
a11eya · 1 month ago
Text
“Who did this to you?”
Bakugou’s voice is low, dangerous. His eyes are sharp as they stare at you.
“What?” You blink rapidly at him.
After a year of being friends with Bakugou, you’re used to him frequently being at some level of pissed off or annoyed.
But you’ve never seen him look so angry. Like he could tear the world apart.
“This.”
You’re not prepared when Bakugou reaches up to angle your chin towards him, your breath catching as his calloused fingertips grip against your skin. He brushes his thumb, feather-light, against your cheekbone. It’s then you remember the bruise there.
“Oh! I had a practice bout with one of the new kids at our gym. He got in a lucky punch but hit me a little too hard. He’s still learning,” you say.
You smile at Bakugou and raise your hand to pat his, the one cupped against your cheek.
“Don’t worry, Bakugou. It looks worse than it actually is.”
Bakugou grunts. You expect him to step back, let go.
But he’s still, gaze locked on your face, thumb brushing back and forth against your skin like it doesn’t send shivers through your entire body, like it doesn’t make your face feel like the surface of the sun.
Nervous about his intense attention, you bite your bottom lip. Bakugou’s eyes drop to track the movement and stick there.
You can’t breathe. Is he…?
The sound of distant footsteps drawing nearer pops the bubble you’re in.
Bakugou pulls away. He doesn’t go too far, though, and because you’re so close, you can see that the tips of his ears are red, despite his neutral expression.
“Don’t box with that kid again,” he says, voice raspy, a little husky.
You swallow and nod before his words can process. Bakugou nods back, satisfied, before turning to walk away.
He’s halfway down the hallway before you come to your senses. Wait. You make a face.
“You’re not the boss of me!” you call at his retreating back.
He stops. Turns.
“What’d you say?” he asks, eyes narrowed at you, handsome face skewed into a scowl.
You know you should be intimidated, but. You think about the look in his eyes when he touched you. The heat of his palm.
So you just smile at him.
“You heard me.”
3K notes · View notes
thehopefulquotes · 4 months ago
Quote
When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.
Jess C. Scott
2K notes · View notes
aesthetic-basicspam · 5 days ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
JESSE EISENBERG'S ACCEPTANCE SPEECH (BAFTA 2025)
ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY "A REAL PAIN"
573 notes · View notes
sopuu · 24 days ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
1-year redraws ^_^
1K notes · View notes
devilledminion · 27 days ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
423 notes · View notes
americ4nheist · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
i go insane every time i think about this
27 notes · View notes
honestlydarkprincess · 1 year ago
Text
genuinely tearing up when i think about how much "why are you trying so hard to get rid of me?" must have hurt sally to hear, because she loves percy so much and she just wants him to be safe and it's just so unfair because she knows that he'll never truly be safe no matter what she does and
3K notes · View notes
guardianspirits13 · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Rest in Peace to the Dead Boy Detectives 💙❤️
(Still images below the cut)
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
also @netflix your kneecaps are MINE unless you bring back my boys >:(
1K notes · View notes
surqrised · 4 months ago
Quote
I hope you’ll see me one day and see who I’ve become. I hope regret steals your breath.
Jess Amelia
578 notes · View notes
confusionmeisss · 5 months ago
Text
tessa when she finds out another one of her herondale children helped a blackthorn perform necromancy to bring back their sibling:
Tumblr media
693 notes · View notes