#song: jimbo

[lyricallymnded]

jimbo // fredo disco

[fancypantsrecords]

Zizz - Song Of Saya Original Soundtrack | Very Ok Vinyl | 2022 | "Meat" Red Translucent with Black Swirl | /150

[aaronofithaca05]

AND WHAT IF I'M THE MONSTER?

Lurking deep belowww....

This was me yesterday singing from the top of my lungs!!!! hahaha

I´M SO EXCITED!!!!!!

APRIL 26TH, LET´S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(⊙_⊙;)

UNDERWORLD SAGA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[flick-is-online]

'Are you Done?'

Heavily inspired by going postal for this one gamers

[not-sport-martial-art]

I am beginning a "song of the day" thing because I'm gangster, I roll to my own beat, I make my own rules.

Today's song of the day is Sold Out by Young Lean and Blade.

It truly pains me to say that this album and specifically this tune is the best thing I've heard from this year. Just some genuine feel good hits of the summer (in spring). Some job folks.

[d0rky-0utfits]

I've been possessed

[reluctantjoe]

God forbid that I romanticise this

ROMANTICISE THIS James Marriott | 2023

[slipknot-sic-0]

“I knew a girl in a box. Her name was Purity.”

“She lay as though she were in a trance.

With her long eyelashes fluttering like she was dreaming.

She said to him: I lie beyond the sea.

And then all of a sudden her head dipped back and she vanished…

Gone, gone without a trace.

…

Do you know what it’s like to live like that? The only one who knew me? Gone, just like that?

Coughing

So tired.

So tired and hungry..

Frail Limb Nursery.”

[psychologeek]

If I had any tears left, I would cry.

(I just hold my breath and hope my emotions would give up before my lungs)

In this place where I live

(Day in day out)

Everything is great

(Day in day out)

Here I stay

(Day in day out)

(Day in day out)

We raise a toast

(Day in day out)

Everything is from above

(Day in day out)

Get me twice

(Day in day out)

Where I live, we got gold medals in running to shelters

World champions in finding long terms solutions.

מצפירת הזיכרון מזיקוקי העצמאות מאזעקות הלא למות מארטילרית תותחנים בום

[mitjalovse]

Could I be understood as a musical solipsist in my discussions about the musicians that play jazz fusion as I only focus on the idiom on Western scenes? Yes, one could claim this does show my lack of perspective, since the genre appears all over the world. Japan, for instance, has many musicians in the vein. One could claim jazz fusion there served as a key ingredient for city pop, though that is an interesting story many might disagree with, but let us leave this talk for another post. To go back to our point – Casiopea shines as a great example of jazz fusion from Japan, since the group has a different viewpoint on the brand thank their Western counterparts. They serve their own sonic situations in the tone we look into.

[jam-fetish]

Radio killed the radio star

Jimbo up hid among the stars

Windagos filled my insides with tar

Television got hit by a car

[drysdalesworld]

to the moon & back

jamie drysdale x fem!hughes!reader

y/n.hughes just posted!

liked by trevorzegras, cam.york, and more

y/n.hughes: philly 🧡🧡

tagged: jamie.drysdale, philadelphiaflyers

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userone: THE TYING OF THE SHOES

usertwo: how many pics does y/n have of jamie tying her shoe 😭

lhughes_06: so you’d rather go & visit your bf instead of your brothers when offered 🤨🤨

y/n.hughes: this was already planned luke

lhughes_06: you were JUST in philly!

jackhughes: give her a break lukey, she’s having withdrawals

y/n.hughes: AM NOT

jackhughes: ARE TOO

trevorzegras: i would’ve never thought i’d ever say this but i miss you & jimbo’s lovey dovey grossness 😪

y/n.hughes: awww trev, you do have a heart 😊

trevorzegras: i take it back

jamie.drysdale: no take backs bud

cam.york: like this if jamie & y/n are the cutest couple that’s blessed your feed

liked by 1M others

userthree: my comfort couple fr

philadelphiaflyers: we always love having you y/n! feel free to come over whenever (please, jamie does not shut up about you)! 🧡🧡

userfour: admin begging y/n to come over whenever she can so jamie can stop talking and complaining about missing her 😭😭

jamie.drysdale: i love you so much baby 💓💓

mfrost16: everyone say thank you y/n for making jamie no longer mopey & sad (he literally never shuts up about you)

cam.york: thank you y/n!

foerster.71: thanks y/n!

joelfarabee: please stay forever. he always manages to bring you into topics of conversations somehow & i am TIRED of hearing how y/n’s favorite color is green & how everything reminds him of you 😭🙏

lhughes_06: sounds like your man’s a simp for you y/n.hughes

y/n.hughes: as he should 😙

jamie.drysdale: 🧍🏻🧎🏻‍♀️❤️ y/n.hughes

y/n.hughes: idk what that means but same baby <3

trevorzegras: i don’t think i want to know

userfive: jamie & y/n >>>> everyone

y/n.hughes just posted!

liked by jackhughes, yourbestie, and more

y/n.hughes: lover scored his first flyers goal tonight & i couldn’t be more proud 🧡🧡 here’s to many more goals to come my love 💓 (no seriously im so proud of you baby & everything you do fills me with immense pride i love you so much)

tagged: jamie.drysdale, philadelphiaflyers

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userone: im so glad that y/n was there to witness jamie’s first flyers goal! what a special moment <3

trevorzegras: congrats bud!! miss you lots & am so happy to see philly treating you well

y/n.hughes: jamie audibly sniffled right next to me & said that he missed you

jamie.drysdale: did not

y/n.hughes: did too. it’s okay to miss your best friend jams

trevorzegras: don’t go exposing my boy like that y/n (i miss you too jamie)

usertwo: the way he looks at her in the last picture

userthree: you should’ve seen his celly! he blew a kiss to her & skated to where she was seated & pointed to her too! it was so cute!

usertwo: love love

jamie.drysdale: words are not enough to describe the way i feel about you. you mean the world to me & i am so happy to have you by my side through it all 💓💓

y/n.hughes: i love you to the moon and back jimmy <33

jackhughes: damn didn’t know my sister was a simp

y/n.hughes: basic support for my bf is not being a simp jack. get your priorities in check fr 🙄

_quinnhughes: ❗️❗️YOU TELL HIM SIS❗️❗️

lhughes_06: purr. slay. period. you ended him girl

jackhughes: i –

userfour: these two never fail to make my entire heart melt 😭 i wish one day to have a love like theirs

y/n.hughes: and you will my love! when the time is right 🤍

userfive: i feel like their love story should def be written into a tswift song

philadelphiaflyers: congrats on your first flyers goal jaime! to many more!

jamie.drysdale just posted!

liked by elhughes, yourbestie, and more

jamie.drysdale: to my sweet girl, thank you so much for always being there for me and never failing to cheer me up. your support means the world to me and i’m so happy to call you my number one cheerleader. you have carved such a special place in my life that i cannot imagine you not in it. you mean everything to me and more 💓💓

tagged: y/n.hughes

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userone: HE TIES HER SKATES TOO 😫😫

trevorzegras: MAJOR SIMP ALERT 🚨

usertwo: THEY NEED TO GET MARRIED LIKE RN

yourbestie: FR THATS WHAT IM SAYIN

jackhughes: he’s basically my brother-in-law already

lhughes_06: they act like such a married couple anyway. they don’t need to get married to prove that fact lmao

y/n.hughes: tears are in my eyes rn 😭 i love you with my entire being jamie i do not think i can imagine anyone else but you in my life either 🤍💓

trevorzegras: also, i better be the best man or i will riot

[ophanum]

hi! i was wondering if i could make a request for jerome valeska x innocent!reader where they just have a bit if a poor self image and are struggling to believe jerome is actually into them? thank you!

' TWO ! - Jerome Valeska

ft. Jerome Valeska x Innocent! gn! reader

You've always felt a bit like a wallflower, easily overlooked. You work at a small bookstore, surrounded by stories but struggling to find your own happy ending. Jerome's manic energy and flamboyant personality intimidate you, making you feel even more plain.

He first noticed you because you genuinely laughed at his jokes, the only one not horrified. He finds your innocence refreshing, a stark contrast to Gotham's jaded cynicism. His methods of showing affection are...unconventional. Presents of exploding whoopie cushions and glitter bombs leave you bewildered but strangely charmed.

You can't quite believe someone like Jerome could be interested in you. Surely, it's a prank, right? You try to deflect his compliments, brushing them off with a nervous laugh, "Oh, you're just being silly, Jerome." He gets frustrated by your self-deprecation. "Sweetheart, a person wouldn't waste his confetti on a boring audience."

One rainy afternoon, Jerome finds you hiding behind a stack of books, tears threatening to spill. You confess your insecurities, your voice barely a whisper. He kneels before you, a rare moment of sincerity in his emerald eyes. "You, my dear, are a beautiful anomaly in this dreary world. Don't you dare dim your light." It takes time, but Jerome's unwavering attention slowly chips away at your self-doubt. He introduces you to his own brand of "fun," which involves harmless pranks and late-night explorations of abandoned buildings.

You don't become a villainous mastermind by his side, but your influence does soften his edges a touch. You become his confidante, the one person he can (occasionally) be serious with. In his own twisted way, Jerome cherishes you, a source of genuine connection in his chaotic life.You, in turn, learn to appreciate your own quirks and find a strange sense of belonging in Jerome's brand of madness.

Jerome "borrows" a spotlight from the theater and sets it outside your window one night, bathing your apartment in a dramatic glow. He serenades you with a hilariously off-key song about the most "gorgeous bookstore nobody in Gotham appreciates and the only handsome joker in gotham does." It's cheesy, but it makes you smile.

Jerome thrives on attention, and you, by association, become entangled in his dramatic antics. He might hold an "auction" for a date with you at his "club," bids starting with a whoopie cushion and escalating to increasingly ridiculous items. (Don't worry, he secretly outbids everyone at the last minute). You get dragged onstage during one of his "performances," his grand declaration of love involving juggling flaming bowling pins (and somehow managing not to set himself on fire).

You discover your own strength lies in defying his expectations. When he tries to scare you with a creepy mask, you burst out laughing, the sound echoing eerily in the abandoned building. Jerome, momentarily flustered, breaks character with a surprised grin. You use humor to disarm him, deflecting his pranks with witty comebacks that leave him speechless (for a moment, at least).

Jerome, surprisingly, opens up to you about his past, the traumas that fuel his madness. He lets down his guard in a way he never has with anyone else. In return, you share your own vulnerabilities, the dreams you tucked away because you never felt good enough. These moments of intimacy create a fragile bond, a flicker of normalcy in their chaotic world.

Inevitably, Jim gets wind of Jerome's newfound...stability. He's suspicious, wondering if it's a trap. You find yourself caught in the crossfire, Jim mistaking you for a hostage. Jerome, in a rare display of seriousness, stands between you and the detective, a manic glint in his eyes.

"Touch her, Jimbo, and you'll be facing more than just a laughing fit." You become a bargaining chip in their twisted game, but you also become a reason for them to find a fragile truce.

The Jim, intrigued by Jerome's newfound…softness, decides to investigate. He finds you at the bookstore, surrounded by fairytales with happy endings. A flicker of something akin to curiosity dances in his eyes.

"You must be very special," he whispered, a hint of amusement in his voice, "to tame the likes of him."

You reply calmly, "Maybe everyone just needs a good story once in a while, Mr. Gordon." The Joker raises an eyebrow, a rare sign of genuine surprise, before tipping his hat and disappearing in a cloud of purple smoke.

Deep down, Jerome craves a connection, a feeling of belonging. Your presence sparks a flicker of protectiveness in him. He "borrows" flowers from the park (with some...creative pruning methods) and leaves them on your doorstep, accompanied by a note scrawled in messy handwriting that reads, "For the most beautiful flower in Gotham (who deserves thorns, but I couldn't find any)."

He notices a stray cat hanging around the bookstore and, surprisingly gently, coaxes it inside with a can of tuna. You name it "Puddin'," much to Jerome's amusement (and secret delight).

Gotham may never be a place with a happily ever after, but with Jerome, you find a strange sense of belonging. You learn to embrace the chaos, your own inner strength blossoming under his (surprisingly) supportive gaze.

Gotham's perpetual gloom seemed to cling to you more than usual. You shuffled through the rain-slick streets, head down, the colorful flyers advertising Jerome's upcoming 'show' swirling around your ankles like taunting mockeries.

Jerome. Just the name sent a shiver down your spine, a peculiar mix of terror and...something else. Maybe it was the way his emerald eyes gleamed with manic delight, or the easy way he made you laugh, a sound rarely heard these days.

You bumped into someone, scattering flyers. A hand brushed yours as you reached down. You looked up, startled, into Jerome's face. A wide, genuine smile stretched across his lips, devoid of its usual malice.

"There you are! I was hoping you'd make it," he said, his voice a melodic whisper.

You stammered, cheeks flushing. "I, uh, I wasn't sure..."

Jerome tilted his head, his smile softening. "Why wouldn't you be? You're the star of the show, doll."

A disbelieving laugh escaped your lips. "Me? But I'm...ordinary."

Jerome's smile faltered for a brief moment, then returned, wider than ever. "Ordinary is boring, darling. You? You're captivating in your own little way."

He tucked a flyer behind your ear, the garish colors a stark contrast to your drab clothes. "See you tonight, love."

He winked and sauntered off, leaving you breathless and bewildered. You stared at the flyer, the bold letters screaming, "Jerome's Grand Finale: The Unveiling of Gotham's Most Exquisite Catch!"

Was he serious? You, an afterthought in most people's lives, Gotham's most exquisite catch? The idea was laughable, if it weren't coming from the city's most notorious villain.

That night, you found yourself drawn to the abandoned theater, a moth to a flame. Jerome's laughter echoed from within, laced with a dangerous edge. You hesitated at the doorway, then pushed through.

The scene that unfolded was pure chaos. Jerome, dressed in a flamboyant ringmaster's coat, orchestrated a mayhem of explosions, confetti, and terrified hostages. Yet, his eyes kept searching for you.

When they met, a secret smile played on his lips. He held up a spotlight, bathing you in its warm glow. "There she is, folks! The one who makes the world a little less dreary!"

A blush burned your cheeks, but you couldn't help but straighten a little, a flicker of newfound confidence warming you from the inside. Maybe, just maybe, Jerome saw something special in you, something you couldn't see in yourself.

The ending, as expected, was a fiery spectacle. But as the flames subsided, Jerome knelt before you, a single red rose held out.

"You were magnificent, doll," he whispered, his eyes shining with an emotion you couldn't decipher.

In the flickering light, you saw a flicker of vulnerability, a hint of the man beneath the mask. And in that moment, you knew, whatever this twisted thing between you was, it was real.

[flick-is-online]

'Are you Done?'

Heavily inspired by going postal for this one gamers

[doodlesthedragon]

ok ok theory

(also I don't know if this has already theorized. If so, I'm sorry and I'm not trying to steal the idea)

Mr. Jimbo Pimbo himself said (during the thunder saga stream) that everything the people who died sang in the song, The Underworld, was the last thing that they where thinking before they died

When we see Polites in The Underworld, he is singing the chorus to Open Arms. This means that's was what he was thinking before he died. But, why would he be thinking that? In his final moments, he was beaten badly by the cyclopes, probably in terrible pain and fear. So why those happy, reassuring thoughts instead of one's of fear and pain?

Well, before Polites was killed, he called out to Odysseus saying "Capatain", addressing his friend. Before he could say anything else, polythemus (or however you spell his name) killed him with his club.

My theory? Polites was trying to tell Odysseus to greet the world with open arms. No matter how bad things got. No matter what people did to him. No matter the circumstances, he had to greet the world with open arms. Polites wanted to make sure his friend would be ok, but he was killed before he could get the message across