#also maybe it/its jon

[sparky-is-spiders]

So do you ever think about Jon embracing being non human and becoming a worse but much much happier version of himself or are you normal

I am thinking about Jonathan Sims having a fraying connection with humanity All Of The Time. Jon who is drawn to the Eye not just because he needs to know but because being an Avatar just feels Right. Jon who has always struggled to connect with the people around him. Jon who feels he was never human in some fundamental way to begin with, always reaching for all the things humans are supposed to be that he has never been. Jon eternally caught between the knowledge that if he ever stops trying he can only hurt the people around him but if he never stops trying he will always be crushed under the weight of his own stifling humanity. Jon shedding his false skin and feeling nothing but relief even though he knows he is going to hurt people now, and more than ever before, and he is not ever going to stop because the chains are gone and they can’t be put back. This is because I am extremely normal and have no problems at all.

(I think there’d probably be some good Jon/Jonah parallels here if we had ever gotten to see Jonah as he was just starting out. Like genuinely do you see the Vision?)

(I do believe this post is like. Maybe the most articulate I have ever been on the subject. Do you fucking know how much “a tragic loss of life, etc. etc.” fucking Haunts me? I don’t have the words to explain it now and I don’t think I did before either but it changed my brain chemistry please I don’t know what to say but I desperately need to say it.)

(I think this was maybe more. Adjacent to what you meant maybe? Unfortunately I got caught on This Concept and I’m trapped in it now. I hope this is alright)

[gunstellations]

Panopticon

[nenlio]

Against All Odds BoyFail Danny Scores a Dilf Pt 3

> DP x DC - Copper Ice <

this one goes out to @chekhovs-slinky o7

"up through the rabbit hole, round the big tree-"

"Danny thats for tying shoelaces not ties"

" well SAM if you know so much why don't you try it then?!" Sam rolled her eyes at his complaints, still she got off the couch to help.

" You must be really nervous if you've forgotten how to tie a tie, im pretty sure you learned how to do that in highschool for prom." Danny glared at her, more annoyed than angry. Pushing up the knot Sam pat him on the shoulders, " there we go, all ready to sweep your man off his feet"

Dannys glare softened his grin turning mischievous "thanks for the help Sam, ill be sure to give you the role of best woman at the wedding"

They both chuckled at his words, " I better be! Me dragging you to the Gala is the only reason you even met!" Sam nudged his shoulder, "though your little ghost instincts are getting ahead of yourself don't you think? Let this first date happen and then well see about your wedding planning"

Danny flushed in embarrassment shoving her to the side, " leave me alone, I know its too soon but you tell my core that"

Her expression hardened at his words, " be careful or you might develop an obsession with a capital o on him"

Grimacing at her words, Danny looked away, " I know Sam, I know better than anyone how badly a obsession with someone can turn" Danny turned back with a small smile "I just haven't felt this kind of immediate connection before him. I don't want to lose my chance you know?"

She smiled back, she was proud of Danny for thinking more about how his ghost instincts could affect a relationship. It was a reason she'd broken up with him, citing her inability to truly understand his ghost and hero side and him not taking those sides in mind when concerning their relationship. It'd been awkward for a few months, but with the help of Tucker and Jazz they'd realized they were better as friends.

Sam walked toward the door, exiting with a small wave, "well good luck on your date! text us if you need anything" "Thanks!"

Turning to the mirror once more, Danny grinned at his reflection, mouthing 'I got this' before grabbing his jacket and exiting the apartment.

On his way to Wayne Manor Danny called Alfred, letting him know he would be there in less than half an hour. As he was about to tell him about his plans a call from Ellie came in, " sorry Alfred, my daughter is calling ill call you back in a bit" He heard a faint gasp on the other end of the phone before hanging up.

Wait...had... had he not told Alfred about Ellie?! .....Shit...

Answering the phone a shrill cry greeted him, " MOOMM!! HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME YOU WERE DATING AGAIN?!!!!" faint cackling could be heard in the background. Great. Dan had also heard the news.

"Hello to you too sweetie, Dan. Technically I haven't started dating yet since we haven't had our first date yet. As for why I didn't tell you. Well.. you do tend to push potential suitors away."

"whaAttt?? nO i dOnt!?" Her tone clearly indicated otherwise. While he loved his daughter, Danny knew she still didn't like the idea of his attention being split from them even more. It'd been harder when she was younger but even as a young adult she still valued the little time they spent together too much to approve of a relationship that would affect that time.

Dante's voice then came through the speakers "settle down squirt. Mom's been single for years now to take care of us, he should find someone to be with if he wants."

Aww his little world ender had matured! "thank you Dan, and sweetie you don't have to worry about me loving you any less or us spending less time together. Even if me and Alfred do start dating seriously I will always put you and Dan first.

"yea yeah I know Mom" Ah she clearly wasn't fully on board yet. Well there was plenty of time to get used to the change.

"how about you guys tell me about you day, it would make me less nervous while I drive?" "okay!! so yesterday me and dan-"

Listening to his childrens antics calmed his nerves a little more, making the drive peaceful. He felt a thought nagging him before dismissing it. It would come to him later if it was important.

When the call from Nightingale had come everyone had been present in the manors dinning table for lunch.

Alfred had just finished serving the meal, moving on to drinks. when the landline in the kitchen had begun ringing.

"ILL GET IT!!" Dick launched himself towards the phone. "Wayne Residence, Richard Grayson speaking, how can I help you?" A pause before his face lit up "Oh hi Danny! Yeah Alfred is here let me get him for you." He put the phone on hold before handing it to his grandfather who had just reached the kitchen.

Nodding his thanks, Alfred took the phone off hold, "Hello Alfred speaking, yes good Afternoon Danny how are you today?"

Dick returned to the dinning table smirking at his familys curious looks. "It was Danny, I think hes calling to let Alfie know hes on his way"

"And you didn't think to listen in??" Steph bemoaned

"hey if you want to be on the receiving end of a disappointed stare be my guest."

After a short while Alfred returned with a tray of side dishes, Bruce and the rest immediately noticed his expression slightly wavering. "Alfred? everything okay?"

Setting the dishes down calmly Afred answered his question, "ah yes Master Bruce, everything is okay simply Danny telling me some unexpected information abruptly. Apparently he has a daughter"

Silence.

"HE HAS A WHAT?!" "Did he not tell you that before Alfred?" "Do you mean Daniella Nightingale-Masters? I believe he also has a son, a Dante Nightingale-Masters" "How old are his kids?" " Dude really dropped a bombshell before the big date"

Silence again.

One of those responses was not like the others. Everyone turned to face Damian who apparently knew more than his family.

'tt' Damian looked away "He has clearly mentioned them before in interviews for his conservation efforts, that you didn't check further is simply oversight"

Tim, connecting the dots cut in "wait you said Nightingale-Masters right?"

Damian nodded

At his confirmation Tim's voice got tighter "Masters like the owner of Dalv.Co? who named Nightingale his heir? That Masters??"

An uneasy feeling settled at the dinner table. Everyone clearly coming to the same conclusion. If Daniel's kids were given the Master's surname was the connection between Nightingale and Masters more than family friends? And if the children were such high profile figures due to relations why did they not show up in Daniel's background check?

Sensing the tension Alfred cut in, "While I appreciate the concern I believe Danny and I can sort this out ourselves. Now if you would all please finish you meals, the food is getting cold"

Temporarily placated, the table resumed their conversation and breakfast was finished. Nothing that couldn't be conveyed by pointed stares and gestures was kept to themselves.

It was then that the landline once again rung, Alfred answering and heading to the coat rack near the entrance. "Danny is here to pick me up, I will be back before dinner, I shall see you all later"

Once the door closed all hell broke loose.

Reigning in the chaos Bruce gave out assignments "Dick head to the cave and inform Barbara about the situation, ask if she can find anymore information on the Nightingale-Masters children. Damian go with him, see if you can help. Everyone elss help me with the clean up and then well head to the cave"

Nodding everyone headed to do their tasks.

....It was going to be a long day..

[jonny-be-gewd]

Jon congratulating Rich Elsen on 20 years of "Run Rich Run" April 2024

[usagifuyusummer]

♥️ I think I would rather be with three thousand bodies. - Konton Boogie

💜 Receiving love from 3 thousand bodies, I wonder if people who are surrounded by millions are happy. - Yamada Perfect

Songs by jon-YAKITORY featuring Hatsune Miku.

Both of these songs have so many different english translations, so I just mixed and mashed on the ones I think are appropriate for the quotes.

I think I used too many bright colors in here lol. 😎 (sorry for blinding some of you guys)

Oops, I FORGOR, but here’s some additional closeups of their faces. (+Berdly without his glasses.)

[ofcrystalsandart]

The Magnus Archives is one of my fav podcasts ever and yet I've never been able to finish it cause of the way it portrays paranoia and just,., psychotic elements in general. It hits so close to home that it feels extremely personal

I got made fun of and laughed at for not being able to finish it, but I think people who don't experience psychosis will just never understand how intense it is to finally find media that you can relate to, without feeling like you're being vilified just for having a psychotic disorder

EDIT: Just to be clear I am definitely NOT saying TMA put in psychosis representation on purpose or that its perfect! For me personally there are just a lot of things that I can find myself back in, even to a detriment, pls dont take this any other way than me trying to express myself (i feel like i need to over explain myself rn cause you know,.,. paranoia and all that)

[niinnyu]

TMagP spoilers!

One thing I find kind of interesting is that in the 2 statements that The Archivist has extracted since reaching the other world (or a world that did go through a fear apocolypse) is that while people are still pretty traumatised by their fears and experiencing them (duh), their feelings about The Eye, that would only watch them during their torture, has turned from fear to anger and disdain.

The ending of Heidi's statement was genuinely so chills inducing with how she promised to *watch* The Eye and Archivist be destroyed.

And if The Eye is no longer feared as much as it is hated, where would it stand among the fears in this universe (esp since none of the other fears are there as entities)?

Idk regardless of the in-universe(s) possibilities, i just think it's cool to think about if a fear can be rendered not feared or something.

[oflorelei]

How it feels to be in the asoiaf fandom when you are lowkey a chill guy, don't get the weird "stan" movement, don't involve yourself in shipping drama and just rant a lil every tuesday but otherwise enjoy yourself:

[losver07]

was working on my wip and realised this scene is so wolfstar coded so ummm here ya go (sorry in advance for the awful translation lol)

also this is veeery long so i'm putting most of it under the cut

tw: mention of death, harsh(ish) lenguage

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"Then came the ambulance and the police,” he murmurs, his eyes fixed somewhere in the room, mind showing him once again the image of Sirius' tired smile. "They gave me a blanket. I felt stupid in it."

John, observing him with deep eyes, full of compassion, nods. Remus figures he can't show it, the pity. That it's part of his job not being able to say Oh, you poor thing and that, instead, he must be professional. And it's not that John is bad at it, at hiding what he thinks; it's just the eyes.

It's impossible to lie with one's eyes. Sirius' always shine, even if he insists on wearing the blackest clothes.

Shined. Not anymore. And he doesn't dress in black anymore, it's Remus who has to mourn now, instead of him. And for him.

"How are you feeling?" the psychologist asks, and Remus makes an effort not to cry.

"I don't know," he answers, honest. He doesn't know what words to use. "Bad."

Not enough. John gestures at him to keep talking, to elaborate. He always does that. It's cruel.

Remus looks down at a ring he takes off his finger, and proceeds to watch it turn in his hands as he fidgets with it. It was Sirius'. Everything he owns was either his or reminds him of him in some way. Even the smallest of things, the silliest of details.

If only he could get rid of it all. If only he knew that'd make him forget.

"It's like I don't really believe this is real,” he says, without lifting his gaze from the steel ring. It's carved in a checkered pattern, a chess board that extends and hugs the owner's finger like a ribbon. It's not excessively visible but, if you brush your finger against the metal, you can feel the shapes against your skin, kissing your fingertips like he once did. That feels like so long ago, though. “I... I'm sad, obviously, but also angry. I think it was selfish of him."

Before it had been his, Sirius', the ring had belonged to Regulus. It had been silver then. Sirius turned it into steel when he'd received it from his brother, who got it from their father, whose father had gifted him it, and so on. It must be hundreds of years old.

"Selfish?"

He'll probably ask to be buried with it. If it's not worn on his left hand, it will be trapped on a chain around his neck.

"Yeah, I dunno," he shrugs. He doesn't know how to explain himself. He knows how he feels, he just finds it difficult to believe that anyone could understand it. He tries anyway. "He's gone and he's left us all here as if we didn't have enough problems of our own," he says. "Like, now I have to be myself, which is already tough enough, and also be him for James and Peter and Harry and... Oh, God, Harry..." He shuts his eyes. He needs to breathe. He closes his hand over the ring, and looks at John. "But I need him too. And I don't have him. I don't have anyone to treat me like he did. So, I don't know."

The therapist nods again. When he started the sessions, Remus thought it was weird that John didn't take any notes, like in the movies. It might sound stupid, but he imagined someone constantly writing on a notepad, making a record of every word that came out of his mouth.

It turns out John only uses his notebook to write dates and appointments down; that he actually listens to what he says, instead of analysing every sentence as if it were a mathematical problem.

He's been lucky, and he knows it. At least in this, he's been lucky.

"Do you feel responsible for what happened?" He asks, and Remus thinks about it for a second. Now that the unease has lessened, he's left with just the cold on the tip of his nose and the metal on his fingers. He misses hugging Sirius on cold days like this one.

"Yes," he answers. No point in lying.

John stares at him. Elaborate, he's probably thinking. He always looks at him like that when he wants to make Remus talk.

"I'm the one who was supposed to take care of him," he says then. "And, instead of that, what I did was use him to make him help me with my shit. And even after he's gone I'm still whining about him not being here to give me cuddles. I don't know. Maybe I'm the one who's being selfish.

The psychologist, whose diploma is Remus now observing, makes a face.

"Wanting love is not selfish, Remus," he says, so soft and kind it almost makes Remus feel small, vulnerable and about to break. Or already broken.

"But taking the love away from someone and keeping it to yourself is," he objects.

"You think that's what you did? Taking the love from him?"

"I don't know," he says, and before John can ask him to explain, he continues: "I think maybe if I'd made things right he'd still be here."

The air is still for a few seconds, both in the room and in the street across the window, as well as inside of Remus' lungs, who holds his breath in an attempt to make the ache on his chest go away. It doesn't work.

"It wasn't your fault that he suffered," Josh tells him, but he's been told so many lies he doesn't need to think to detect the lie.

"But it was that he didn’t stop suffering," he tells Mr Too Good For Taking Notes. He should've had that noted. "I should've done something. It's what I'd to have done."

John, wanting to understand but being apparently incapable of it, furrows his brows a bit. The expressions only last a second, and is not even that exaggerated, but Remus sees it anyway. The doubt.

"You think it was your purpose?" He asks. He acts interested. Sometimes he almost even makes Remus forget that he's paid for what he does. That he wouldn't be there if it weren't for the money. That he's got better things to do than...

"Helping him?" Remus asks, trying not to sound too aggressive, but probably failing. "Yes."

"And do you think you were, say, destined to save him?"

"Yes," he agrees. A bit cheesy his personal taste, but, yes, that's what he believes. Why lie, if he's not going to write it down, even.

"But, if it was destiny, how could you have avoided it?"

That feels like a boot to the stomach. He doesn't quite know wether it confuses him or it makes him angry but, either way, he doesn't know what to answer. Perhaps not having thought of it earlier is what irritates him and puts him, once again, in front of a mirror in which a disappointment shines.

He thinks for a bit. Then speaks.

"Trying harder," he says. "Being better."

"No, Remus; is not about trying," his confidant tells him, with a smile that could either indicate complicity or compassion. "You did all that you could, and more. And, still, you couldn't change it, nor can you now."

For some reason, that hurts. Rather, it stings. Both in his open wounds and his sore eyes.

"And what do I do?" He asks. His voice doesn't seem to want to know the answer, as it doesn't cooperate in making itself heard. He swallows and takes a deep breath, letting Sirius' ring slide back into his finger, where it should always have stayed.

"Think about what you did achieve," John offers, so careful it seems almost meticulous. "You made him happy for a time, you gave him peace. You made him feel safe, too. Confident. You helped each other. That's good."

"But he's dead," Remus says. He's not sure he's used that word since it happened. It's not likely, seeing how much it hurts pronouncing it. He's spent over a month circling around and avoiding one of those damned words, the ones that feel like mines in an already ruined field. He presses his lips and looks at John, cheeks wet with rivers of salty water. "That's bad."

"Yes," the therapist agrees. "That is bad."

[cycopompadour]

I think the third voice could be Jonah and we just don’t recognize him because it’s his actual voice and not Elias’s

[i-like-books-and-women]

Ok so I was thinking about like old (I say old but I really mean like wattpad style) fandom culture and remembered this one detail in itgo that I've always thought was weird. Either Zach or Ruben I don't remember who decides to look up fanfiction of them and Anjon is the most popular ship and Zuben is the least popular. Can we talk about how weird that is?

Like Jon and Angel make sense Jon's little person marketing box was to be hot and for lack of better words the sex symbol of the band and Angel's little marketing box was the virgin. The literal Angel of the group. So with old fandom culture that makes sense. You ship the sex one and the soft uwu boy because idk why that's just what happens. Can confirm I've been there done that and gotten my t-shirt.

But the other thing old fandom loves is to have the main ship and then just slap together the remainders into the back up ship for the fandom. Even if there's a shipping square the two left over outside of the main ship are always the second most popular cause they're the background in the main fics. Or what the biggest option is if you like one of the two not in the main ship the most. Again ask me how I know and I'll show you my t shirt. So realistically even if one of the other combinations of the boys was also super super popular because Anjon is the most popular Zuben shouldn't be dead last it just doesn't make sense. Especially considering that Zach's marketing box is emo boy and Ruben's is dream boyfriend which would essentally make their fandom archetypes be the grumpy one and the sunshine. And on top of all of that it is well established that Zach and Ruben have always been the closest out of the four of them and that it's like an established public thing that they're like the bestiest besties out of the group. It's like not mathematically possible for them to be the least favorite as a whole with Anjon being the most popular.

Realistically the way that makes the most sense with my knowledge of fandoms that a lot of preteens/early teens (presumably the target demographic for Saturday when the fanfic search is made) are in should be more like this:

Anjon - like I said it's the sex one and the not sex one there's a lot of bad smut.

Zuben - they're the back up also grumpy sunshine

Angel/Zach - again grumpy sunshine but they don't get the back up ship boost plus direct competition with the main ship

Zach/Jon/Angel - there's always multi shipping for the girlies that wanna have it all and that normally starts before the less popular ships and I feel like because the boys are really good friends in general the poly ships would probably be more popular than they would be in your standard fandom.

Angel/Ruben - the sunshines together a lot of fluffy shit all of Angel's ships are probably at least mildly popular he's the "uwu cinnamon roll" so he's the most popular for shipping.

Zach/Jon - because people like the poly ship they get some side stuff with just them.

Zach/Ruben/Angel - it's like grumpy sunshine+ if zuben was the main ship this would've been 4 instead. People (me included) went feral for this one.

Ruben/Jon - its like the left over ship. People still "write" for it but it's mostly just poly fics of the ot4 ship plus some of just them.

Ot4 (shipping the four of them together)- realistically it could be a little higher depending on the era of the fandom but it's not gonna be much higher than five or six.

The very lowest I genuinely think zuben could get is three. Like it's just not humanly possible for it to be the least popular based on my experience in several fandoms that would've been what I'm guessing the Saturday fandom during canon was like. The math does not math.

[wojtekaneko]

While relistening to the final episodes I was overwhelmed with the urge to grab and shake Jon until hes making any sense. So not having any real Jarchivist around I was compelled (haha) to draw it.

bonus Jon closeups (+me)

[ask-nikolaorsinov]

Thinking about Nikola "I'm a good friend!" Orsinov.

Originally made this as a joke but then I thought about it and I'm like. Hm. Maybe!

[thunderjackal]

*scuttles in and drops this at your door* jmart dnd au anyone??? anyone???

anyway trying to improve on backgrounds and I think this turned out really well as I haven't drawn a proper forest background before, its a little cluttered but alas.

alt w/o eye below the cut

[izzy140105]

https://www.tumblr.com/izzy140105/779966878875549696/the-rightful-queen-daenerys-that-lame-ass-self?source=share

Hey, anon. Between Daenerys and my bestie's oc, I will always choose her oc. You see, the difference between the two is that Daenerys burnt down an entire kingdom with her dragon, killing thousands of innocents. And Isabelle didn't.

Also, self-inserts are fun, and incredibly common in published books. So not sure what you're complaining about there. 🤷‍♀️

They must like Isabelle (oc) to some degree if they keep talking about her in my asks lol 🤭😘

[mildcicada]