#jeremy01

[the-abe]

@jeremybeacom

It was turning out to be a rough few days after the peace and quiet he had enjoyed for a while when he was out of Greywood, out of any city and into the wild nature where he could sleep in a tent, light a fire if he felt like it and run around on the full moon and chase down deer. Those were the best of times for him. Now he was back, he took a few double shifts, had a long evening at Amy's and it was time to check his pickup out because there was definitely something wrong with it. He wasn't a car guy per se, he knew how to change a tire, fix up some things under the hood and paint over scratches he did. But whatever it was right now, he could name it, but couldn't really fix it.

So a trip to the auto repair shop was necessary. Pulling up by Bolt’s auto, he waved at the man there. He couldn't say they were friendly, maybe quiet acquaintances who knew who the other one was and had talked shortly one or two times in the almost two years he had been in Greywod, but that was it. "Hey, Jeremy," he said as he got out of the grey Typta truck. "Hope you guys aren't too busy today, I'm coming in for a checkup. Pretty sure my oil pan's leaking."

[fckpeterss]

@talviste

‘jeremy! jeremy!! jeremy!!!’ peter called out as he spotted his friend in the crowd and nearly stumbled over his feet to catch up to him. ‘hey, haven’t seen you in a while. are you heading somewhere? maybe we can go on an adventure?’

[susummers-blog]

icebreaker

@do-no-freaking-harm​

He hadn’t explicitly planned this. He wasn’t Essex. Scott did not walk around campus looking for mutants and ideas of how to use them. But after his fifth visit to the medbay in as many days, he’d gotten to know Jeremy, and his powers. There was no denying the potential. And potential, especially as a mutant, you owe it to the world and your people to share. While Jeremy didn’t appear opposed to that philosophy, some needed  a bigger push than others.

He knocked sharp on the door. “Two minutes Jer.”. He had called earlier. Told him there was a mission and to pack a change of clothes. Either he’d be ready or he wouldn’t. 

[mmmatildaw]

c l o s e d for : @jeremyxlieberman

where: a cafe near the office when: 16/06

Matilda was looking forward to the weekend. Even if she needed to do a little work on her laptop at home, at least she could do it with a nice beverage in hand... or from the bar at the Tequila Cowboy annoying Donny at the same time. She had messaged Jeremy the night before to come and meet up with her for brunch instead of having their meeting in the office that morning and was glad to see his reply had been an agreeable one. She was sitting in the sun outside the cafe waiting when she saw him approach, "Morning Big Boy," she grinned at him, nodding down to the coffee that sat in front of the empty chair opposite her, "Gotcha coffee sorted already."

[gperez-jackson]

c l o s e d : @jeremyxlieberman

Gabi had never realised that filing for divorce was far more complicated than actually getting married and it felt all the more complicated considering her current... condition. No one still really knew but Gabi was starting to find it harder each day to hide it. Especially now Spring had, well, sprung. The warmer the days became, the less layers she could wear and the more obvious it was becoming exactly why she'd started the conversation of children with her soon-to-be ex husband.

Desperate times called for desperate measures and Gabi found herself booking an appointment with the much-recommended Jeremy Lieberman. Arriving a few minutes before the actual appointment, Gabi nervously picked at her nail beds, the anxiety of having to talk to someone about what was going on all over again starting to hit her.

[fckeliot]

@talviste

it was a quiet night on deck, eerily quiet even. the sea was calm and not one foot step could be heard, apart from eli’s who was pacing the deck like nobody’s business. after minutes of considering and think and wondering he finally made his way around the star eater to look for jeremy. knowing the other, orion wouldn’t be far away but eli was itching to get out of here. do something, anything. ‘still awake, huh? join me for a stroll?’ he asked the other, blowing out his cheeks and bouncing from his heels to his toes. 

[diseaseout-blog]

Playing God - Paramore