Occasionally, I give a damn.

P.I. Jessica Jones RP

[septemberequinox]

Heart Glass Mugs

[silly-south-paw]

@mermyra

[jjones-pi]

@savethewcrld Caffiene and mug-porn. You’re welcome, goodnight!

[chrishemswortth]

I need a drink.

[jessicajones]

She can’t come to the phone right now… or ever.

[akageesus]

« I’m having a good liquid dinner »

[jessicajones]

Too bad.

[jessicajones616]

17 - 18 / ??? Jessica Jones screencaps

[sensatebeing]

[falsedetective]

5 years ago i was a fucking mess & now i’m a fucking mess but at peace with it and with cooler fashion sense

[jjones-pi]

Jessica grinned, admiring her handiwork. Trish fit her clothes perfectly, they were almost the same size. Trish had a habit of stealing her shirts in the mornings. She broke the habit months ago. “You’ll be fine, you went from J Crew to Motley Crew and no one is going to expect that. Look what glasses did for Clark Kent,”

[savethewcrld]

Trish rolled her eyes, walking over to Jess and sitting o the bad, fingers picking at one of the ripped ends of her jeans. She never had the luxury to wear something this casual, and it turned out to be pretty liberating.

“No one saw Superman up close enough to study his face, Jess.” A sigh, but determination in her voice as she spoke. “Are you ready? I’m sure the club has filled up already.”

[jjones-pi]

Jess felt a chill run down her spine as Trish walked towards her. She stood and did her best attempt at keeping her cool demeanor. “Perfect, everyone will be wasted then. We should catch up,” Jess headed to the fridge and cracked open a beer. She handed another to Trish.

[reducto]

[savethewcrld]

@jjones-pi 

“You sure this is going to work? I mean, my face is still my face.” Trish looked at herself in the mirror, a blonde girl in leather jacket and ripped jeans looking back at her. She sighed, picking at the hem of the shirt Jess owned, now wrapping her entirely in her scent. It was not easy, this pretending to be friends only thing, but Trish tried. More for Jess’ sake than her own.

She turned around to look at her best friend plopped back on her own bed. “I swear if one person so much as tries to sing the Patsy song, I’m kicking your ass.”

[jjones-pi]

Jessica grinned, admiring her handiwork. Trish fit her clothes perfectly, they were almost the same size. Trish had a habit of stealing her shirts in the mornings. She broke the habit months ago. “You’ll be fine, you went from J Crew to Motley Crew and no one is going to expect that. Look what glasses did for Clark Kent,”

[jjones-pi]

“AAAAND I would rather my opponents be distracted from pain than distracted by camel toe. I did the world a favour by tossing it out.”

Jessica scratched at the wrapping around the albums. “Nothing is as it Seems AND State of Mind.. you blasted these so loud your mom hated them. I do not do air guitar, I was doing.. Yoga.” She opened the first album, placed it in the stereosystem and selected Trish’s favorite track, ‘Think it Over’. “Merry Christmas,”

[savethewcrld]

“It was only a prototype, but you had to be stubborn.”

Trish remained smiling as Jess continued unpacking the CDs, happy that she pulled several contacts in order to get them on such a short notice. Jessica’s expression was worth almost everything. “Yoga. Sure. You’re a big fan of yoga.”

Once the first beat of the song started playing, a little pink raised to Trish’s cheeks. It seemed like a lifetime ago, when both of them in her room, Trish singing it at the top of her lungs and Jessica throwing pillows at her to shut up. “I think I’m going to dance. And you’re going to dance with me.” Her hand extended as she stood up.

[jjones-pi]

Trish was making that doe-eyed puppy face at her again. “You’re the trained dancer, I’m the one with the rhythm of one of those inflatable dancing men.” As the first few words of the song echoed around the apartment, Jessica recalled the last time Trish blasted the track in her room. Trish didn’t just sing along, it was always a full on performance dedicated to her; Years later she hadn’t changed. She smirked as Trish sang to her,

“..before you go, you need to know I won’t stand in your way, but I want you to staaay-” Jessica sighed, finished her shot and took Trish’s hand, “BAAAAY BEHHH, Think it OOOOVER- think it OOOver-”

[jjones-pi]

“I’d rather be a warm sandwich than have camel toe in that white number.”

Jessica tore the rest of the paper off and froze. She stared back at Trish. It was both albums from Wave, one of her favourite bands from when Trish and Jessica had started living together. Jessica was still playing old school Green Day, The Sex Pistols, and The Doors- meanwhile Trish had been addicted to various boy bands, and Wave. She played “Think it Over” so much that Jessica, despite herself- started to like the song. She never told her but whenever Trish was on set, Jess would leave the album on; A soundless trailer made her uneasy. “HOW did you- I forgot about them!”

[savethewcrld]

“Hey, don’t hate on the costume. It had a lot of potential until you threw it out.”

Trish crossed her legs and kept her eyes on Jessica’s face, now lit by the color-changing Christmas lights, feeling herself getting happier like she had not been in a long time. They both deserved it, after a year of constant fear, arguments and life-threatening situations. The way Jess’ face lit up as two CDs fell out had nothing to do with the lights though, and Trish’s smile grew a little bit more. “I can’t always give you alcohol. It takes out the element of surprise.” She paused. “It might come as a surprise to you, but I knew you loved them, even back then. I saw you air-guitaring all over my trailer through a window once.

                                             Merry Christmas, Jess.”

[jjones-pi]

“AAAAND I would rather my opponents be distracted from pain than distracted by camel toe. I did the world a favour by tossing it out.” Jessica scratched at the wrapping around the albums. “Nothing is as it Seems AND State of Mind.. you blasted these so loud your mom hated them. I do not do air guitar, I was doing.. Yoga.” She opened the first album, placed it in the stereosystem and selected Trish’s favorite track, ‘Think it Over’. “Merry Christmas,”

[jjones-pi]

“You were ALLERGIC to those! ..CLEARLY, he was trying to kill you,”

[savethewcrld]

“Uh huh. Yeah, I appreciated it. Can’t say the same thing for him, though, considering you were actually willing to knock him out once or twice.”

[jjones-pi]

“Bye Bye Bye,”

[jjones-pi]

Timberwhatsit, the moppy-headed twerp that tried to impress you with his spastic “dancing”?

[savethewcrld]

“Yeah Jess, I remember how big of a fan you were. I actually recall you threatening to shave off his curls if he brought me flowers again.”

[jjones-pi]

“You were ALLERGIC to those! ..CLEARLY, he was trying to kill you,”

[savethewcrld]

I’m fairly sure Trish has a N’Sync poster collection stored somewhere. She met Timberlake once and he taught her choreography to Bye Bye Bye.

[jjones-pi]

Timberwhatsit, the moppy-headed twerp that tried to impress you with his spastic “dancing”?

[jjones-pi]

“Antlers are intimidating? I can see all the bad guys crapping their pants at the sight of these bendy felt-covered weapons.” Jess kept the antlers on, it seemed to make Trish ridiculously smug and happy. “I told you I don’t need presents from you or anyone- you being safe is enough.” Jessica picked up the box and started to pull apart the wrapping.

[savethewcrld]

Trish reached to the other side of the tree to smack Jess on the upper arm with the back of her hand, smirking a little. “They’re still better than a giant sandwich running around, lifting cars.”

Once the lights were set up, she flopped down on the floor next to the other. “Bullshit. It’s Christmas, Jess, of course you need a present. Just open it already.”

[jjones-pi]

“I’d rather be a warm sandwich than have camel toe in that white number.”

Jessica tore the rest of the paper off and froze. She stared back at Trish. It was both albums from Wave, one of her favourite bands from when Trish and Jessica had started living together. Jessica was still playing old school Green Day, The Sex Pistols, and The Doors- meanwhile Trish had been addicted to various boy bands, and Wave. She played “Think it Over” so much that Jessica, despite herself- started to like the song. She never told her but whenever Trish was on set, Jess would leave the album on; A soundless trailer made her uneasy. “HOW did you- I forgot about them!”