Jane Doe - Tumblr Posts
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art dump + wips + Jane doe sculpture I made in art a few months back
Seth Lowell and the bad bitch he pulled by being autistic
ugh i love their Jane sm
the jane ever <3
The most ??? in town 🌸🥀
Inspo under the cut 🎶
figure skater x guy who drives the zamboni type situation
Guess who just rewatched 'Ride the Cyclone' (musical)
I never forget my roots (theater kids, assemble)
Sometimes I'm sad but then I realize all I need is to listen to the RTC world prefiere cast recording again and I think it's a bit weird how listening to a dead gay guy singing about wanting to be a sex worker in post-war France makes me feel so much better
"Jane Doe is a lesbian look at that trailer" "no she likes men" WRONG!!!! OMNISEXUALITY!!! 🩷🖤💙🩷🖤💙🩷🖤💙🩷🖤💙🩷🖤💙🩷🖤💙🩷🖤💙
😂 And honestly I think Rich wouldn’t even be helping but but rather making all the jokes in the background, making Patterson even more frustrated as kurt is already frustrated, and Jane can just feel all this tension so that’s why she steps in to defuse the situation.
@gypsyscarfwoman completes me.
Well, this has definitely made up for a test I’m pretty sure I failed today...so thank you! 😭😂😂❤️
Blindspot: The Adventures of Wild Wifey and Hothead Husband (1/23)
Episode 1 A Wild Wifey is found naked and tattooed in Times Square. Hothead Husband spends the day trying to get her to stay in the car. In the process, he seems to lose his beloved thigh holster.
The Family (Blindspot post-s2 fic)
A/N: I wrote something again! I've been marinating for weeks on the idea of trying to write something less angsty, without the foggiest notion what it might be. Happily this arrived just in time for the new year. Is this what you'd call fluff?
Set broadly between the second last scene of 2x22 and the first scene of 3x01. Jane-centric but there's Jeller and Allie and Conor in there too. Happy new year folks :)
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Jane didn’t know much about family. Her team was the closest thing she could ever remember having to one, but everything that happened after Mayfair, after the CIA, even in the weeks after her return seemed to suggest that family was fickle, fleeting. Then she met her real family, a brother she was bound to by history and by blood, and through good and bad she thought she’d begun to understand, especially when he'd stood up to their so-called mother. But then that same brother joined that same so-called mother in trying to murder millions of people, and they never got a chance to find out if blood could love strongly enough to forgive each other's mistakes. (Hers was a very grave mistake. He was right to feel betrayed, although it didn’t excuse the attempted mass murder.)
And then Kurt said those three words, and a day or two later she said four back, and a new and puzzling sort of belonging began to unfold.
She worried that they were moving too quickly; it was Allie who told her to get over it. “Kurt said the same thing a few weeks ago,” she said, and smiled a little at the poorly-hidden anxiety that ghosted over Jane’s face. (It was not unlike the look he’d worn.) “I think he was afraid of scaring you off,” she offered as reassurance. “But I’ll tell you what I told him: you guys have danced around each other and put this off through so much, you have a lot of time to make up for. You two are great together, don’t overthink it.”
In the final weeks as Allie’s due date approached, they were already engaged. The trip to Venice had come together surprisingly last-minute; a break for the two of them ahead of his impending fatherhood, because who knew when he’d be able to get away again? She wasn’t expecting his proposal, and truth be told she wasn’t sure he was expecting it just then, either. But something about the city and the night air and the lights provided just the right kind of magic, and before she knew what was happening, the hand that held hers was tugging her to a halt and he was asking the question. There wasn’t time for a ring, but what would she have done with one anyway? Everything she needed was already holding her hand. (He would later admit that he had felt bad when she declined his offer to go shopping, but that he had also kind of adored the little furrow in her brow when she resolutely asserted that the traditional two-rings style would only have been a hindrance, because how was she supposed to punch anyone with a diamond on?)
By the time the call came that Allie had gone into labour nearly a week early, and two days ahead of his scheduled departure to Colorado, there hadn’t been a question. (At least not in his mind.) His face was a frantic mix of emotions as he stuttered something about go-bags and airports, and she placed her hand on his forearm and stood herself in front of him until he met her eyes long enough to take a few deep breaths, at which point his expression melted into a warm but nervous smile. “I’ll call the airline, and work,” he said, “you drive.” She was hard pressed to keep her eyes on the road when she heard him say, “Two tickets,” and “Yes, she’ll need the time off too.”
If three’s a crowd then four was a throng. And so she found herself in a waiting room, sitting nervously beside Conor as they, well, waited. She’d only met Conor a few times before, and her impression had always been of someone a bit stoic. A man of not-too-many words – not unlike Kurt, she mused – but perhaps less commanding, and she had a sense that he was simply reserved rather than walled-in the way Kurt was. (The way he was to everyone but her, of course.) But as they sat in the waiting room together, he engaged her in easy conversation, less about what was going on down the hall and more about general topics – his own family, his and Allie’s work, life in Denver, places that she and Kurt should see, and that maybe they should go together. It was an excellent distraction, and it made her feel welcome.
When the nurse came to tell them they were being asked for, he nervously rubbed his palms on his knees as they both stood, and they exchanged a look that was both reassuring and seeking reassurance. They walked down the corridor side by side, but as they arrived at the room the nurse had indicated, her steps slowed and she stopped in the doorway behind him. Kurt was half-seated on the edge of the bed, his left leg tucked up in front of him, left arm around Allie’s shoulders, and his right hand placed gently on the baby in her arms. A rush of a million emotions flooded Jane’s body at the sight, too many to name. (But among them, she was absolutely certain, were both joy and deep-seated fear – which was really saying something.)
The subtle shift in Kurt’s face when he saw her standing there – it was impossible that he could look any happier or more lovestruck, and yet somehow, he did – told her everything she needed to know about what he wanted for his family. Of course she needed to be there, for him; he truly wouldn’t have wanted, nor stood for it being any other way. And so she was here, the fifth person in the room. (Even if she did feel a little more like a fifth wheel.)
When Allie called her over and asked if she’d like to hold the baby – Conor was right there; she wanted Jane to go first? – her nerves returned and gripped her so solidly that she was surprised to find her feet carrying her forward of their own accord. She stepped hesitantly up beside Kurt, unsure of what to do with her hands as he gently accepted his daughter from Allie and slid forward until his other foot hit the floor. He placed the tiny bundle in Jane’s arms – how could a human be this small? – and stroked the little pink forehead with one finger while his right arm came around her waist. She was sure the little one would start screaming the moment he passed her over – she was a stranger, after all, and can't newborns tell? – but when the fat little face just scrunched up for a moment then relaxed with the biggest yawn and the tiniest sigh, everything changed. Jane didn’t think she’d ever felt bigger or smaller than she did at that moment, and when she looked up at her fiancé in wonder, she could swear his face would split open if he smiled any harder. She found herself misty-eyed, and utterly at a loss for words.
She looked down again at her future step-daughter’s face, and then around at each of the others in the room, almost as overwhelmed at their expressions as she was by the little girl herself. Conor had mirrored Kurt's earlier position on the opposite side of the bed, his arm around Allie’s shoulders, a warm and genuine smile on his face and an encouraging nod in her direction as he watched her cradling the sleepy infant. Allie looked exhausted but she glowed, all pride and love and welcome, and seemed just as gratified and truly happy to see Jane holding her child as she had looked when she was passing the baby to Kurt. And Kurt, he was misty-eyed himself, beaming down at both of them, the two greatest loves of his life. She was supposed to be there, of course she was. And then she found her words.
“Hello, little one,” she murmured with a smile, “welcome to the family.”
If the mercenaries were in a Pokémon mystery dungeon type of situation, what Pokémon do you think they’d all be?
neck snaps as i turn to look at you from the mere mention of tf2 and mystery dungeon
I'm currently obsessed with ride the cyclone so take my silly little picrews with my silly little headcanons :]
I'd like to pretend that they are all the hot friend :]
Ride the Cyclone takes up all of my brain space. Everything is a Ride the Cyclone reference. Body of water? Ride the Cyclone reference? Homosexuality? Ride the Cyclone reference. I've drawn Jane Doe on all of my paperwork this far. She's appeared in my dreams.
I eat, sleep, and breathe Ride the Cyclone.
Anyone else atm obsessed with Ride the cyclone?
I was bored and made this, kinda looks like an album cover so I might do more for the other songs but no promises
drawing everyday of october - day 1!!!!! i was SO unprepared so here's a random pencil sketch of jane doe from ride the cyclone 😭 <3
REAL REAL REAL THIS IS MORE REAL THAN THE WORD REAL
I love her your honour
WOAHHH
forever eternally jane doe :-)
JANE
Joodle (Jane doodle) with the squiggly brush