#shot jam

[lessmouse]

part of my segment for the rat grinders animatic zine :''')

[donutdrawsthings]

🎶 There's always a twist in the end!

[digitalcarcrash]

top 10 gayest marble hornets moments was the bit where tim was bent over behind his couch and jay zoomed in on his thighs so he could see the imprint of a tape in tim's pocket

(edit: everyone in the reblogs saying they didn't even notice the tape Really just adds to my point that this was UNNECESSARILY gay)

[kirk]

jacob comforting a nervous sam (x)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#The Spy Shot Through The Blinds Of The Kiss

[trentreznorgf]

Pearl Jam at Pinkpop 1992

[cuntylouis]

Jacob what did you mean by this. Jacob.

[mercymaker]

"You were by my side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery."

[quibbs126]

Also there’s this one shot in the trailer (that I got from elsewhere) that I think is pretty neat

[libertyreads]

Came back to Tulsa for a couple of days and decided to hit up Magic City Books.

[cobrasx]

[completeoveranalysis]

[5]

The wording here makes Yuuko's message a bit ambiguous. When she says they went into the Jam Jar so that “neither of them would vanish” I can’t tell if she means so THEY wouldn’t vanish, or if she means the two futures. Maybe it’s the latter? The more I read it the more it feels like the latter.

And when she moves on to the topic of herself the “And I as well” could mean Herself in terms of Not Vanishing, or that she is also doing something to prevent the Two Futures from vanishing. Probably the latter here as well? The more I read this as well it also seems like the latter.

So. They had Jam Jar time so that neither of the two futures would vanish, and Yuuko's Time moving again means she can also do something that will help with that. I think that's it?

Language is so weird.

Oh! But here we go!

Since the Yuuko’s time is moving, and because the barrier between life and death is still in place, she can finish her 5D chess move and send the Jam Jar Sakura and Syaoran into the World of Dreams. Which they APPARENTLY were not in already - CONFIRMED. That's good to know, since the last time we had a Jam Jar it kind of also WAS the world of dreams?

I constantly feel like I just need to reread everything all over again

HERE WE GO! 

JAM JAR: BROKEN!

MAGIC CIRCLE: GIANT

EVERYONE: SHOCKED

I am forcibly removed from the Jam Jar.

[bigbigtruck]

Page 152 of SHOT AND CHASER is up, beginning Chapter 6.

ALSO: R18 SIDE COMIC! Within the next couple of months, I'll be releasing a 42-page black and white side comic depicting Tre and Olly in earlier, happier days. SWEET ABILENE takes place in April 2016 and tells the story of the very goofy first time they hooked up. It's in the final revision stage and I'm currently designing the cover. SWEET ABILENE is for ADULTS ONLY. PDF will be available at itch.io and a print version will be funded via pre-order. Stay tuned!

[drrealityslenderverse]

Sleepless Nights

Wattpad Request: Tim x Jay Ft. some angst with a happy ending!

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Insomnia was nothing new to Jay at this point. Dark circles beneath his eyes were common and more often than not bags accompanied the exhausted look. Some nights he didn’t even know if he was awake or asleep anymore, not since Tim… left. 

Closing his eyes was no different than lying with them wide open facing the crappy motel ceiling when the room was this dark. It played with his mind sometimes, whispers of whether or not something might be lurking in the corners. Fears he’d had as a child only now it was so much more real. What if the shadow cast was really that Thing appearing in that mysterious way it did? 

It was too dark for shadows tonight. The blinds were tightly shut and the lights that should have lined the sidewalk had burned out. Jay felt like his chest was trying to rip itself apart and almost wished that familiar static would just drown out his consciousness. 

Tim left him behind.

The thought repeated as if his mind was an echo chamber. It didn’t make sense, things had been going well… or he’d thought they were. Alex was out there somewhere, a threat but one they’d been managing to avoid well. Answers weren’t easy to find but they’d gotten their hands on some old tapes he’d planned to make into entries at some point… Maybe when he could pull himself together enough to handle seeing Tim’s face on the screen.

“What did I do wrong?” No, it wasn’t his fault! It was that guy with the hoodie’s fault! 

Tim had left after ‘Hoody’, as viewers called the figure, broke into their former hotel room and stole not just Tim’s meds, but Jay’s camera as well. Jay had already searched Rosswood and the hospital, pleading with whatever higher powers might exist that he’d find Tim or that masked state he went into… no dice. Tim had replaced his meds the next day anyway, so it had been a slim chance that he’d relapsed, in hindsight. 

Jay blinked, not that he could tell beyond the rough feeling that said maybe he should invest in some eye drops. He felt small and alone now. No camera to keep things straight should he black out again and more importantly, no Tim to make him feel safe. He missed the man’s large arms around him as they both tried to get some form of rest. When one had a nightmare, the other was always right there to console them. Jay didn’t always dream anymore with how tired he was, but recently his nightmares consisted of Tim lying dead or dying somewhere in bumfuck nowhere.

Despite his mourning over the loss of his boyfriend, days of sleepless nights and stress caught up to him. Jay didn’t know when he slipped off to sleep, but it happened because at some point he was woken up by the door opening. His breath caught, fearing another break-in, before the dim orange light on the desk was switched on in the far corner—Jay hadn’t even heard the person move.

His eyes adjusted to the faint light and widened at the sight before him: Tim. His precious Tim, the man he’d thought might be out of his life forever. Was this a dream, or a hallucination? “T-Tim?” 

“Jay, sorry… I was trying not to wake you up.” Tim sat his things down on the floor and pulled off his coat, pills rattling in their bottle from within one of the pockets. 

“Where have you been? Are you okay? I thought you—” A camera was sat down on the TV stand, his camera. “You… found it?” 

“Didn’t you see my note? I said I was going after the guy.” Concern laced Tim’s soft voice; the bed dipped as he sat on its edge. “I didn’t think it’d take so long… Are you okay? Did something happen?” 

Note? What note? Fear seeped into his blood, chilling him as he considered what else might’ve been forgotten. Jay hadn’t even realized he’d been shaking until Tim was there to steady his scrawny form, engulfing it with strong arms and pressing him into Tim’s warm chest.

“I never saw the note, I don’t think.” Jay paused, realized how that could sound, and immediately scrambled to reassure him. “Everything else has been fine though! My head has been clear, I don’t feel like I’m forgetting anything… I must’ve just fallen and I didn’t see it.” 

Dark eyes watched him, lips pressed lightly against his head for a moment, and then Tim was gently pushing him to lie down again. “Okay… We’re fine, safe.”

Jay couldn’t tell who Tim was trying to convince. The feeling of a large hand rubbing soothing circles against his hand was enough to convince him the words were true though. Tim was back, of course everything was okay! 

“I’m going to shower and change, I’ll be right back.” Tim slowly moved further away, reluctant but the promise of returning soon was clear. “Try to get back to sleep.” 

Ever the worrier. Jay smiled and nodded. Weight lifted from his chest just knowing Tim was safe and soon they’d be in each others’ arms where nothing felt like it could harm them. The eagerness of the latter part was almost enough to keep him awake as he waited for Tim’s return from the shower. The sound of the running water was hypnotic though and he began to doze again until Tim rejoined him. 

Jay all but crushed himself against Tim as the shorter man settled down. Words were muffled as he spoke against the fabric covering Tim’s chest. “Don’t run off without me again.” 

A quiet hum and a hand was once more rubbing those soothing circles on his back this time. “Only if there is a next time… Let’s hope there won’t be.” 

"M’kay.” Right, of course. Jay nodded sleepily as he drifted off once more. 

For once after the past days, he could sleep without restlessly tossing. It was as if Tim’s very presence had driven the paranoia and fears from his mind, leaving him only blissful silence and peaceful dreams of what their life together after the waking nightmare was over would be like.

[ooooo-mcyt]

So like..The Bird Song by Noah Floersch? Anyone seeing the vision?

[murdercamelinplacesitshouldntbe]

In a jar of jam!

They shouldnt be a jar of jam!