#jett mentioned

[real-odark]

just realized i never looked at jack in this photo. he wants him so bad

[wigglybug]

angie <3 the villain HQ receptionist, she compels whoevers close to tell the truth and jetts really bad at getting around that

[a-nybodys]

and last but not least in my lesbian visibility week series is joan jett, who ive literally been obsessed with since i was in diapers

happy lesbian week everyone, hope it was a good one :)

[kithtaehyung]

Nothing in the world more comforting than getting a kithtaehyung notif at 7:17 on the dot. 🖤

awhhhh jett😭🤍🤍 it’s our special time🥹 it was very refreshing to post at 3tan time again!

[whimsii-cal]

I have installed various crime mods on ts4 and have decided to play a save in which a lady is in love with the grim reaper so she just fucking kills people to get closer to him. Will update y’all. This will be a wild ride

[ladyinbl00d]

back into my metal lords movie era

my og mentalhead husband before eddie actually

[ballroomfitz]

When Hal was first coming to terms with her gender, she had SO much trouble figuring out how to dress. Partially because she is An Old™️ and her concept of “how women dress” is extremely stuck in the early 90s. Eventually she relents and asks Dinah for help. Also, realizing she doesn’t need to present hyper feminine to identify as female was a REVELATION and eventually once she’s comfortable she becomes a Certified Pantsuit Girlie

[breakswater]

want to plot. post war stuff with jett.

[toastydoll]

Tell me your favorite rh doll in the tags :D

[real-odark]

noel and elder mckinley meeting

sure you can have one but theres nowhere to plug it in :(

[chiisana-lion]

new kinihito. was really good

[0ystercatcher]

@alexandar forcing me at gunpoint to post 5 songs on replay lately

NAINAINAI by atarashii gakko!

vivaldis winter by freivogel and voices of music

brutus by the buttress

no stars by rebekah del rio

your eyes by tsai chi

im tagging @worldlytutor @swaglet @kitschundschund @bug-casserole @u6ty @t-ierrahumeda

[i-love-you-all]

Whumptober 2022 Day 25

Jett gets caught in a trap.

~1k words, caged, trapped

On more than one occasion, Jett had been described as a bird. After all, she soared through the air like there was nothing that could ever pull her to the ground. She felt more comfortable when her feet were off the ground than when they were actually touching something. That was just part of her wind powers though, wasn’t it? While she was on the ground, she was tied up in expectations. The pull of responsibility from Brimstone and the protocol, the unflinching judgement of bystanders the day that Venice rose into the air, and the heart-pounding ambition that filled her own mind every time she looked out at a vulnerable world.

The nights where she was allowed to be free were the ones where she challenged heights and gravity. Her feet pounding the pavement one moment only for an updraft of air to send her flying over any of the buildings. She was free there. No expectations, no judgement, no ambition. She was allowed to just be. A bird indeed. Flying from one tree to the next at her own will. There was no one else to be worried about.

But the thing she never expected, living the life of a bird, was the hunters that were right on her heels. The arrow sticking out of her arm, and the familiar burst of electricity that followed shortly. Caught.

She fell.

She hadn’t fallen out of control since the day she first learned she could do this.

She hadn’t felt the slam of pavement on her body since that time she first met KAY/O on the opposite side of a mission. And in that moment, she had a familiar hand reach out to her to help her up and bring her to safety. That pair of safe hands were now aiming the bow at her.

In the distance now, she saw a familiar blue cape and matching blue glow from one of his eyes. In the back of her mind, she figured that she should’ve been grateful it wasn’t a gun.

But… a bird. Hah.

Jett was compared to a bird when it came to flight and freedom. Never when it came to metal bars and locked doors. She had been on her feet for at least a day now, even though she felt tired after hour two. This was starting to eat away at her rationality that was telling her not to say a word. The offer had been made at least four times already. Always accompanied with a smirk when she said no.

The door opened and she watched as Sova walked in with Viper at his side. In his hands, he was holding a glass of water. He noticed her staring at it almost immediately, but how could she not? Jett swallowed hard, trying to ignore just how dry her throat was, and she tried to focus on the issue. These were agents from another world, perhaps one even outside of the one she had been fighting all this time because she really didn’t think they’d be capable of something like this.

That, and Viper’s eyes, well, they were always green, but they never glowed like Sova’s blue eye. Even the mirror version that she had seen on occasion didn’t look like that.

She narrowed her eyes at Sova as he took a sip from the cup and licked his lips. He knew what she was going through, he had to. This had to have all been some grand plan from him.

“Sova, stop teasing her. You’ve done your part. Go let Brimstone know that I arrived.”

The man nodded then scoffed one last time at Jett before walking away.

“It’s only been one day,” Viper said. “And we both know that he’s more than willing to keep you here for longer.”

Jett knew Sova. Kind of well actually. They weren’t exactly friends or anything, but they got along well on missions and on their bonding trips after missions. But they got along best in the training range. Sova’s eyes and aim were perhaps the only ones who could keep up with her speed. Much to Sage’s dismay, she would wrap herself up and let herself be the moving target. It helped her practice her control over her powers, and it sharpened Sova’s aim. It was fun, and he was always there to support her on missions. But not once had she seen him look so… amused. And certainly never over something like this. She had seen him question other agents and she’s seen him take mirror agents down with such thorough ruthlessness that she’s gotten nervous being alone around him.

Cruelty was not something they practiced though.

“You better start talking if you want out of that cage he put you in.”

And Viper… She was warm for once. Kind maybe. If Viper and Sova walked into an interrogation, no one should expect her to be the nice cop role.

The Viper she remembered in the two worlds she knew about was… Cold was a little too nice. Between her and KAY/O, she was the robotic one. There were no emotions when it came to her decisions, at least none that Jett was privy to. She called the shots, dictated the plan, and controlled the field as she wanted, and she was always right. But here, her poster was relaxed, slouched to one side, hardly a power pose. And, again, she was being the good cop.

Jett tried to say something but stopped when her voice cracked. Her throat was so dry, from the chase, and into this cage. Only when she closed her mouth and tried to swallow again did she realize that her voice wasn’t coming back soon.

With all her might, speaking from the bottom of her lungs, she called out. “Go fuck yourself.”

Viper sighed. Then, she shook her head. “Very well. When you’re ready to talk, you should ask for me. You won’t want to deal with him again.”

Jett watched, slumped against the bars of this tiny cage, built just for her to keep her standing and prevent any movement at all. The door closed again, and she was left in the darkness.

Just a little bird stuck in a cage. Nowhere to fly to.

[reblrths]

❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . (peeta & jett)

peeta is sure to be gentle -- gentle in the way they were with their children when they were babies, gentle in the way no one was when jett was tortured, gentle in the way not many were after a life dimmed by the capitol. if they weren't, who would be? "you know, this is an odd change of pace," they say softly, helping them put their arm through one of the jackets. "usually it's me who needs help dressing." they make the situation lighter in that way they often do, not letting the heaviness of the ordeal take precedent. when the jacket hugs jett's shoulders, peeta smooths their hands down his shoulders and smiles. "i think i'm in the wrong profession. clearly this was my true calling -- helping people put pretty jackets on."

[curatedspacefiller]

yesterday a friend whom i haven't seen in years and i decided to do a bunch of coke and watch repo! for the first time and it turned out to be the right call because what