Steven dijo que necesitaba una publicación de presentación para que la gente sepa quién soy
¿Así?
Hola mi nombre es Jake
Publicación de introducción terminada
Preguntame cosas
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Steven dijo que necesitaba una publicación de presentación para que la gente sepa quién soy
¿Así?
Hola mi nombre es Jake
Publicación de introducción terminada
Preguntame cosas
Why do you like cats so much?
Eh. Gatos me entienden
Soy más gato que persona…
Ey! Yo había dicho eso
Tenies razón
Why do you like cats so much?
Eh. Gatos me entienden
Soy más gato que persona…
jake are there any cat cafes by you ☘
NECESITO AVERIGUARLO
Quiero waffle fries de gofre ahora
Quiero waffle fries
What do each of the boys call you like as nicknames ?! Don’t have to answer m just curious..
Marc calls me baby and only calls me trouble when I’m being ‘annoying’.
Steven calls me love and sweetheart and honey. Very British.
Jake just calls me cariño or missus, angel sometimes too. And ‘stupido’.
Affectionate stupido
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Liberarla
[holidays are the fucking worst]
En las historias siempre hay un tercer hermano que no encaja
Steven dijo que mis opiniones carecían de un análisis riguroso. No sé qué significa eso
Pienso lo que pienso y si no te gusta te doy un puñetazo
Marc had called him that before. Obedient. He was not obedient. He was loyal. When authority and law was just, he followed it. Otherwise… He was disciplined. Cooperative only to a point. He operated on his own instinct and beliefs. No one else’s. At least he did.
“No,” he refuted firmly. “Duele no vengar a los inocentes. Duele fallar. Nunca me ha resultado problemático pensar por mí mismo.” It was only partially a lie. Choosing what he had to sacrifice for others? Easy. Knowing what he wanted for himself, personally… that was hard. He never knew for sure.
Arthur regarded him in a low silence, studying the space between Jake's words more than the words themselves. His smile came slowly; not kind, not cruel. Understanding, knowing.
“Eso crees,” he said quietly. “Que piensas por ti mismo porque tus pensamientos te suenan familiares.”
Despite better judgement, he moved closer; one step, followed by another. Then another, again.
“Pero dime algo, Jake. Cuando eliges matar, es tu voz la que oyes antes de jalar el gatillo? O la de tu dios?”
He tilted his head, gaze unwavering; always content to challenge. “No se trata de lo que haces, sino de quién te da permiso para hacerlo. Y tú…” he gave the faintest hint of a smile, “tú nunca has sabido ser libre.”
“No sabes nada.” Jake said. As he did he realized it was directed as much at him as himself. His inner chiding had left his mouth seemingly without his permission. He pressed a clenched, gloved fist to his lips, brow low.
He did not like that at all, when his thoughts started to scramble. When he heard Steven and Marc and he wasn’t certain he was himself. Letting them have more control had done that, more and more.
Doubt. Always, doubt. He thought himself free when Marc left home. When they left the marines. He never considered Khonshu a restriction on his freedom, but an extension of it. He had more control with him than without. But at the same time, he did not. Not even a little.
It showed on his face, in his eyes. Though his jaw stayed set and his gaze didn’t waver. The strongest feelings could hardly stay inside someone whose job it was to hide to begin with, whose practice amounted only to stalling, deflection.
“Soy más libre que tú. ¿Aún oyes las palabras que te dije cuando perdiste contra mí? ¿Cuando lo perdiste todo?”
forget me not
Por favor
[quit your job to focus on the important things (moon knight rp)]
[I would be certain you are Dizzy except for the fact she is allergic to using [] or // or honestly anything to indicate ooc]
Muy educado, sí. Bondad gato
Matar multimillonarios no resolverá los problemas sistémicos. Otros simplemente ocuparán sus lugares.
And don't say you'd just kill them too.
-🌕🌊
No, Marc lo explicó. I get it. Billionaires just make me… they’re just an easy target
La gente actúa como si me gustara matar, no lo disfruto. Quiero justicia
If what I said came off as me thinking you enjoy killing that's not at all my beliefs.
Sé que a veces puede parecer necesario. Como si no quedaran otras opciones.
Todo el mundo piensa que me gusta matar