#dammit jon

[ruby-cloud]

🌠 Drawing Jon on my birthday again, but it's 2AM of the next day. Well, maybe it's still January 6 somewhere 🌠

[jouxlskaard]

pov you've just been brutally pipe murdered by a middle-aged twink

[cynixkissr]

not enough people realize how much beau actually cared about the pilots.

he just showed it in subtle, barely noticeable ways. ways that kept his armor from cracking. ways that would keep most from noticing. but they are noticeable, if you care enough to pay attention.

it’s all in the wordplay, micro-expressions, and sometimes tone of voice.

yeah, at first we get the “this mission needs to succeed” beau. but i assure you, the “these pilots need to survive” beau comes out eventually. in fact, my first example is when he pulls maverick into his office, after he pulled that surprise/unscheduled training move (whatever you’d call it) and beau questions whether he should discharge him or promote him. yeah, in that scene, after going “so what do i do?” he follows with—verbatim, first thing: “risk the lives of my pilots” and only when he brings up the mission, he begins with “perhaps” and only an illiterate being would be unable to hear the weight of that sentence alone. not only does he call them HIS pilots, but he very clearly implies his concern for them. people gloss over that so much and i’m sick of it. it screams ignorance and illiteracy.

another example is what he says to everyone before the mission, on the carrier. he warns “come home safely.” and while it’s small, it does say more than you think. he didn’t have to say that, but he did.

my next example, following that, are the snippets in the tower, during the uranium mission. of course, he starts out focused. but when maverick goes down, is when shit gets serious. pay the most attention to his facial expressions in these. but also, there are lines that, if you consider the words, you’ll realize he meant them. he clearly isn’t the type to say things you want to hear, so when he says something like “get them home, now.” he means it. he wants them to live, and to be able to go home and rest. sure, he starts off with only mentioning the carrier, but the more panicked he becomes, the more it progresses into “home”. another subtlety is a voice crack. a goddamn voice crack, y’all. when rooster goes “but what about maverick?!” he replies: “tell him there’s nothing he can do for maverick, not in a goddamn F-18!” and in that little “can do” bit, is his voice crack. it’s small, it’s light, it’s quick. he says the words so fast, it’s incredibly easy to miss. but it’s there. and once you notice it, it’s hard to miss after that. after that, though, the rest is all mostly facial expressions, with only some wordplay and tone of voice. but do pay attention to them, because they speak volumes on his concern.

look, it’s not, nor has it ever been, that beau doesn’t care, or only cares a little. he does care, deeply. probably enough so that it frustrates him, i’m sure. he just has to hide it, due to working in a flawed system that doesn’t award empathy and concern. a system that teaches you to use your head, not your heart. but even as he does use his head, his heart leaks out in little ways…

[wasteland-wrecker]

Jon Bernthal. You are Him.

[slightly-sad-sloth]

Whenever ppl imply Damian would be homophobic I just kinda assume they're either new to comics or have some internal biases to work out cause I don't know who they're talking about but it isn't my boy Damian ultimate-over-invested-ally Wayne

[snow-blower]

Damn, now I wanna write Robb fucking reader in the little lacy nightgown she made. Which means I have to rewrite most of not all of it 😮‍💨

Or — I write a separate fic. Actually, yeah. I'm gonna write that in a separate fic and stick with my original plan. Suppose that's a win win for you guys. You're getting two Robb smut fics, three when I finally finish working on the valentine's one 😓

[witchinatree]

is anyone else going a little bit insane over the weekly episodes

i didn't exactly binge the magnus archives at first (listened from august 2022 to february 2023..) but now i'm hooked. now i know how many possibilities there are for these blorbos. now my head is full of thoughts and i need to know what is going to happen!!!!!!

the weekly waiting is just going to get more and more painful isn't it

[procrastinatingacademic]

A Clash of Kings Liveblog - Chapter 6

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Masterlist

I too would get sidetracked into wanting to rearrange the entire library.

A lot of this is recognisable, especially now that I’m working an internship in a literary archive.

I don’t think they ever meet in the books (I think they did in the show), but I feel like Jon and Gendry would get along.

Ghost, the best boy

Wtf happened to “I will father no children”?

I can’t help it, the word “clubfoot” just automatically triggers Larys Strong-recognition

Gimme that maester Aemon lore drop

“it transformed him into a corpse” is such a funny way to phrase “the guy died”

[buildoblivion]

#JonSnowFortnightEvent2023 - @asoiafcanonjonsnow

Day 7 - Foils and Adversaries

Jon knew that face. Othor, he thought, reeling back. Gods, he’s dead, he’s dead, I saw him dead.

Something a little more ambitious today 😅 one of my favourite scenes from AGOT - Jon’s first look at what threat truly lies beyond the wall.

[puppiesandnightlock]

lowkey sobbing abt how ooc they feel

but like its a no capes au the loa doesnt even exist, so really, damian is just a normal teen...right?

(Come see for ur self over on ao3!)

[springypaws]

Haven’t been happy with arting for awhile, so have some style experimentation (featuring the four poorly drawn og’s and some unintelligible personal comments)

Close-up’s and their ID’s (in their ALT texts) under the cut!! … hopefully, idk where the cut starts

[theydoctor]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers✨ no pressure tho! ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

(This is really hard btw because the last 80 reblogs in my notifications are just you and your Patrick insanity xD)

wdym i did absolutely not go insane over patrick (also you're to blame tss)

oki uhmm

- You <3

- bisexual people.

- jon & martin (except for when they make me cry)

- not dying ?

- punctual trains

[jontheketeld]

one moment changed everything.

[hedgiwithapen]

I thought you weren't coming. With Jonathan and Clark and/or Lois. Superman and Lois

(I still haven't seen s3 so make of that what you will)

He'd been screaming for hours.  Jordan could have gotten free, he knew, with super strength. Or the other version of himself, the one from the world where he'd had powers, and had doomed the world for them. That was about right.  He was Jonathan, so desperate to stand out, so desperate to be part of something. And all it had gotten him was a cuff around an ankle, cemented into the wall of a warehouse lined with lead. 

It had to be lead. There wasn't any other explanation. Something had to be hiding him from his father, otherwise...he'd have come.

Wouldn't he?

Sure, he'd screwed up with the XK, with Candice, but Superman's screwed up son, the defective one without any powers, with an arm still weak from where it had broken... he was still Superman's son.  His dad loved him. He knew that. He told himself he knew that. 

He knew, too, that he was the hostage. That was all he was good for. He was the card Intergang or whoever it was could play when his dad swept in to stop them.  That had to be why it was taking so long. His dad wouldn't just let them keep going with their plan. He'd stop them first, then look. 

Jon just hoped he'd look faster. How long would it take to search everything leadlined? It couldn't take this long, could it?  His dad didn't need to rely on sight, the lead shouldn't stop him...

But Kryptonite would. They'd had cases of the XK, and worse, the real deal.   Jonathan knew what the tiniest bit of exposure of it had almost done to Jordan, and he'd been part human. What if...

Every second that ticked by, Jonathan felt what remained of his energy sapping, not just with thirst and exhaustion but with fear.  What if his dad was dead, and it was all his fault?

He wrapped his arms around his knees, feeling five years old, and cried.

A weight dropped over his shoulders. Heavy, warm fabric, as familiar as his mother's quilt. 

"Jon?" His father said, sounding almost as exhausted as he was. "Where are you hurt?"

Jon clung to him, the cape solid and safe. "Dad! I--I thought you were--weren't--coming, I thought--I'm sorry, I--."

"Shh," Clark said, shielding his eyes so he could break the shackle. "I'm here. it's ok. Let's get you home."

[augs-fear-hues]

@anywherejustnothere thought you'd like this one

Rest.

[estrangedandwayward]

Thinking. About Jon snow