#father Jonathan

[weyounthevorta]

Spend that $10 wisely

$10 Tier

- Shran (Star Trek Enterprise)

- Anton Mordrid (Doctor Mordrid)

- Harriman Gray (Babylon 5)

- Crawford Tillinghast (From Beyond)

$5 Tier

- Weyoun (Deep Space Nine)

- Milton Dammers (Frighteners)

- Herbert West (Reanimator)

- Chaz (Dead Man Walking)

$3 Tier

- Dinosaur Bob (Love and a .45)

- Jimmy Wilkins (Hunter)

- Doc Haggis (Lurking Fear)

- Andrew Paris (Phantom Empire)

$2 Tier

- Sheperd Lambrick (Would You Rather)

- D-Day (Fortress)

- John Reilly (Castle Freak)

- Jay Brooks (I Still Know What You Did Last Summer)

$1 Tier

- Brunt, FCA (Deep Space Nine)

- Lonnie Hawks (Death Falls)

- Penk (Star Trek Voyager)

- Father Jonathan (Evil Clergyman)

[jeffrey-combs-smash-or-pass]

Father Jonathan from The Evil Clergyman!

[that-one-gothic-murder-of-crows]

Props to those who get this--

[autistic-mike-wheeler]

‘fruity four’ this and ‘ronance/steddie solidarity’ that but WHERE is the recognition for these gay ass bitches

like you wanna look at this and tell me that’s NOT a bisexual and a pansexual respectively ?? they did not spend an entire season trapped in a van with byler as straight people that’s all i’m saying

[morganbritton132]

Eddie is just trying to film a Tiktok to remind his fans about some upcoming shows but trails off when Steve says off-camera, “Hey, remember that RadioShack guy that was banging your mom?”

Eddie: *flips camera around to show where Steve and Jonathan are sitting on the couch*

Jonathan: …Bob.

Steve: Yeah, him. That toe guy from Lord of the Rings looks exactly like him, right?

Jonathan: …

Jonathan: Gollum???

Eddie: Toe, as in Po-tay-toe. He’s talking about Sam

Steve, snapping his fingers: That’s the guy

Jonathan: Oh.

Jonathan: I don’t see it.

[satoshy12]

Scarecrow feargas is the Salt for Amity park. 

It had been just luck, as Jonathan learned about it. But somehow he became the biggest food producer for Amity Park, and an official government agency buys his stuff as food.

He had seen interesting things about it and was shocked to see people using it as salt there. Some mutations made it impossible for them to taste a few normal foods, and that is the best one they have that can work.

Feargas = salt

Try to cook without salt! It's impossible

That was how Scarecrow became the leader of the food industry.

[bubblegum-and-ciggarettes]

This made me snort ngl

[cult-of-the-eye]

MAGNUS ARCHIVES THEMED PICK UP LIN ES

Are you a real estate agent? Cause I would love you to come in my corridors

Are you a priest cursed by a fear god? Cause I'll make you say unholy things

Are you a friend of Michael crew? Cause I can make you dizzy and sweep you off your feet

Call me Agnes Montague cause I have a burning passion for you

Call me Jon the way I head your archive

Etc etc (feel free to add ur own)

[itisonlyeyes]

You think Jonathan Sims, The Archivist, pupil of the eye, The Anti-Christ who brought the end of the world against his volition, ever used his Knowing abilities to find out what his parents looked like.

[pookie-mulder]

whaddup cassie time to get some new names

[weyounthevorta]

Jeffrey Combs throws back his head so prettily

His Throat

Mini-fic. Not explicit. Combs character of your choice / you

He has such a pretty throat. If he exposes it to you, you’re not responsible for the consequences.

He’s next to you on the sofa, both of you relaxed and languid from the bottle of wine you just shared. You’ve been watching a movie together. Or rather, he’s been watching the movie and you’ve been watching him.

Over the last half hour you’ve been sneaking glances his way, your eyes discretely roving over his slim form as he lounges, half covered by the throw blanket on the cushion next to yours. You can’t deny that you’ve been attracted to him for some time, and judging by the way he shamelessly ogled you in the kitchen earlier when you were uncorking the bottle, you know he appreciates the way you look tonight too.

He pulls you out of your reverie as he shifts slightly on the sofa with a sigh of comfortable contentment, throwing his head back on the cushion.

He’s just fully exposed his slender white throat to your greedy gaze. Your mouth waters and your eyes narrow as they flick to his Adam’s apple, appreciating how it moves when he swallows, enjoying the unobstructed view.

Emboldened by the alcohol and unable to help yourself, you lean forward and nuzzle into him, boldly sliding your wet tongue up the entire length of that perfect ivory column, clavicle to chin.

He hums in delighted surprise, eyes slipping shut as he tips his head back a fraction further to give you better access, a small, almost imperceptible sound of pleasure escaping him as you move your fingers up his body to splay across his chest.

You pull a louder, undeniably needy moan from deep within him as you begin to gently explore his neck with your teeth. You find a delightful little place to nip at behind his ear that forces a very pretty eyelid flutter and hitch of breath from him.

He softly squirms and keens as your explorations get more daring. You’ve moved your body into his lap, and are now alternating between teeth, tongue and lips as you worship his beautiful neck.

He reaches forward to pull you flush against him, both of his arms wrapped tightly around the small of your back. You’re close enough to feel his body’s positive reaction to you.

“How did you know?” he rasps breathlessly, pulling you away from him briefly and tipping his chin down so that his mouth is a mere whisper away from yours.

“How did you know I wanted you so badly?” he murmurs as he closes the gap between your mouths, kissing you hungrily as he deftly moves your bodies to position himself above you, the movie you were watching long forgotten.

Your legs move apart to make room for him, and he presses his body weight down, pulling a desperate noise from your throat as you press yourself upward toward him on the sofa cushions, both of your bodies now aching for more contact.

You’re drunk on the taste of him. The smell of him. And as you peer upward through your lashes, you can see that you are clearly having the same effect on him that he’s having on you.

His fingers are teasing at the hem of your shirt, the pads of his fingers finding the supple skin underneath, sending a surge of warmth up your spine.

He’s desperate now. His eyes are ravenous as your mouths pull apart, raking devilishly over your body, and moving to dart between your eyes, lips, and your own tender neck. He’s wordlessly asking the question. Should I? Do you want it? Do you want me?

In reply, a wicked grin ghosts across your face as you move your chin up to expose your own throat to him. He shudders in delight, eyes darkening and lips parting as he surges forward.

[wedarkacademia]

“He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.” ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

[cringengl]

Realistically speaking, in a Hunger Games Stranger Things au, Jonathan Byers would be Katniss Everdeen.

[luckybyler]

Happy Father's Day to the best dad on Stranger Things: Jonathan Byers

[ibrithir-was-here]

You've drawn Baby Quincey and Adorable Toddler Quincey and Heartthrob Adult Quincey - do you have a design for Obnoxious Teenager Quincey? What does teenage rebellion and self discovery look like when you're a super sheltered vampire in a genuinely loving family? What's his equivalent of "kids on their phones these days"?

Ok! None of these actually did turn out very "rebellious" as such, cuz, well yeah he's really a chill kid in a surprisingly supportive family and for actual sneaking out shenanigans he has regular little secret adventures outside the Castle with Papa 😅, but I did do a few doodles

(His growing out his hair as a teenager was inspired by all my brothers having a long-ish hair phase--and maybe a little bit of experimenting with the very... unique views he has on what would constitute "gender norms" for his upbringing)

I do thing he goes through a light angsty teenage phase which is really less angst and more just... feeling a bit lonely for company of his own age

[opera-ghost]