#thejims

[single-malt-scotch]

[cosmicalsleepy]

small jim comic ig pff.

this is a reference to something, if you get it, you get it. hell ya.

[randomgurl58]

*in iplier/septic group chat*

Jim one: HELP THERE IS A DEMON IN OUR HOUSE

Y/N: what?

Jim two: IT IS TRYING TO INTIMIDATE US, JIM! DON’T FALL PREY!

Anti: what the f***, I just asked for some toliet paper.

Y/N: overreaction, much? 

Jim one: THE DEMON HAS TRICKED THE OTHERS, JIM! 

Dark: Why the hell do I live with these imbeciles

Chase: Why did you need toliet paper anyways? We have plenty at the house.

Anti: reasons

Dr. schneeplestein: TELL US WHY ANTI 

Anti: r e a s o n s.

Y/N: You were going to tp the manor, weren’t you?

Anti: mayyybbbee.

Dark: IF YOU PUT A SINGLE PEICE OF TOLIET PAPER ON MY MANOR YOU WILL NEVER BREATHE AGAIN

Anti: Alright, fine. want me to stab you instead?

Dark: I WILL F***ING KILL YOU IF YOU COME NEAR ME WITH THAT KNIFE

Anti: I’LL STAB YOU! TRY ME B****! 

Bim: annnnddd here we go again.

Chase: I don’t think he was kidding, he’s heading straight for Dark’s room!

Y/N: OH F***.

[nightly-productions]

* Slides over ego doodles * 

[storm337]

Jim and Jim as Werewolf pups to a Wilford Warfstache “They’ve been running tests on us.” “We just want to go home.”

Wilford finds them in a cage, barely big enough to fit one grown man, let alone two. They’re huddled together in the back, pressed so tightly against the bars farthest away from the front that the impressions are left in their skin. Dirty and shivering, Wilford doesn’t remember the last time he felt anger like this, but then again, he doesn’t remember a lot of things. He does remember when the Jims disappeared, and he remembers the people he shot indiscriminately in the hallway behind him. Watching the red bloom against their pristine white coats is even more satisfying now, as he shoots the lock off of the cage and prepares for the Jims. They come scrambling out on all fours, only a pair of dirty boxers each to keep their dignity, and latch onto him on either side tightly. Their tails wag for what has to be the first time since they vanished, and Wilford drops his gun so that he can put each hand on one head and rub carefully between their flat ears.

“It’s alright boys, it’s alright, it’s gonna be okay.”

“Th-they were running tests on us,” RJ whimpers into Wilford’s neck, one hand holding tight onto his suspender strap while the other digs into Wilford’s back by his shoulder. He runs his hand down to clasp at the back of the pup’s neck, not tight but firm, and physically feels RJ begin to relax.

“We just wanna go home,” CJ whines on his other side, head resting on Wilford’s shoulder, much more limp and out of energy. Wilford wraps his arm around him to keep him from sliding to the floor, letting the other werewolf snuggle into his side with an exhausted but content sigh.

“We’re goin’ home. We’re goin’ home and you boys are getting a bath and a meal and a look over from Doc, okay?”

They both nod slowly, ears beginning to perk up a bit, and Wilford scowls at the cage and their state of undress. There isn’t much he can do about that now, but Bim is in the car waiting impatiently with extra blankets in the back, which will have to do for now. RJ reluctantly backs up, briefly letting go of Wilford but attaching himself to the back of Wilford’s suspenders the moment he’s turned around. CJ goes willingly into Wilford’s arms, wrapping his own around Wilford’s neck and watching his brother sleepily as they begin the trek out of the facility and back home.

[nightly-productions]

Mermay Day 7 - Sharks

I think they're aware the equipment doesn't work underwater but they still want to use it broken or not 

[tybalt-you-saucy-boi]

I just realized TheJims also has a amazing Twitter bio great enough to rival even Baj and Nebris’!

[tybalt-you-saucy-boi]

TheJims’ name isn’t Jim, I feel lied to! His name is Joshua. This is the most betrayed I’ve felt since I found out Mhykol’s name is Michael.