#Just Jon being silly

[crystalsongbird]

[wojtekaneko]

well that was awkward

[just-an-enby-lemon]

The thing about jonmartin is that Martin wants to be a romantic, he loves poetry and probably watches romance but for him it is a fantasy, a silly game he plays. Martin is at his core very cynical. Things don't work out for him so he doesn't really belive in romance, it is a pretty dream but that's it. He is pratical and realist. Dating Jon he has to remind himself it is real and he actually struggles with romantic gestures, it is something he has to remind himself to do, to remind himself he can do even and honestly who even has the energy and what if Jon doesn't even like it?

Jon on the other hand wants to be cynical. His first coping mechanism was pretend the things he was afraid of weren't real and goddam if he isn't afraid of love. It didn't really work to him so far so it's easy to pretend he doesn't care. But he is a romantic at heart. He saw love and he read about it and he has enough evidence that it is undeniable. And to be honest Jon was always to much a bunch of mushy feelings hidden in a grumpy (and bitter and afraid) trench coat. Dating Martin he has to hold himself so he isn't too much. He plays the grumpy unromantic guy at first. But he just can't stop giving flowers and planing dates (this is the guy that saw a theme park on a fear domain and considered how he wanted to take Martin to a romantic ferris whell date [until he discovered Martin was afraid of them]) and making all the silly things one does when in love.

TR: Martin is deep down very cynical about love but wants to/pretends to be a romantic and Jon is deep down very romantic but wants to/pretends to be cynical about love.

[springypaws]

I manifested this at 3am last night and I don’t know how I feel about it but it exists now so this is my contribution for @jonmartinweek day 5, Criptids | Webs and Weaving <3333

Cue silly color palette moment

[theglowingeyeballz]

With all the stuff going on in protocol let’s just take a moment to appreciate kid Jon

[bee623]

I kind of thought that gerry keay was gonna be like. One of those characters that’s cool but not really as cool as people hyped him up to be but like. No I get it I listened to the gerry episode the other day and now he won’t stop continuously rotating around in my brain like a he’s in a little microwave

[dirtytransmasc]

how I think Theon would rank his siblings

Rickon - they're besties. he doesn't know how they became besties or why rickon likes him so much, but they're bff's and nothing will break that bond. is lovingly mean and teases him a lot like the good big brother he is. (there was like a 6 mi the streak where rickon would *not* sleep in his own bed and would only sleep in theon's, again, why this is, he has no clue. he didn't mind after a while. they normally watched a movie until rickon fell asleep and then Theon went about doing shit on his Xbox/computer till he fell asleep)

Arya - sassy little shit. has kicked him in the ribs. also tried to fight one of his shitty ex friends for being a dick. he respects her.

Asha - doesn't see her often. tough love. kinda mean. she's blood though and he loves her and she loves him more than she ever lets on.

Bran - kinda creepy and really stoic, but he likes to be run around in his wheel chair which is fun, and he's fun to watch movies with cause he's really quiet and won't talk like all of their siblings tend to do.

Sansa - air head, brat, mean, likes dumb girl things. (he loves her so dearly and has and would continue to maim anyone who even thinks of touching her. they just have that classic brother/sister dynamic where they "hate each other's guts" for simply existing)

Grey wind - his Bf's dog. best cuddler.

Shaggy dog - second best cuddler. likes to go on hikes on the beach with him (and rickon who runs the whole way through and then needs to be carried back to the car)

Ghost - 10x better than his owner. the goodest boy.

Lady - very polite. the goodest girl. only ranked this low because he 'hates' Sansa.

Summer - chewed one of his shoes once as a puppy. he never forgave that. does let her cuddle up with him when they're watching movies with Bran.

Nymeria - mean to him, except when she wants belly rubs.

dead brother #1

dead brother #2

All of rickon's friends

All of Bran's weird friends

Jon Snow - he's the worst of the worst. the devil himself. he could go die. (he's the closest thing Theon has to an actual friend his age and they claim to hate are constantly doing things together "for convenience" or because they "couldn't find anyone else to go with" or "Robb forced them to get along". they hate smoke and play Xbox together. they've had a shared Minecraft world since they were 8. they've fought to the blood on multiple occasions)

not featured on this list:

Robb - his boyfriend, he's not getting ranked with their siblings that's weird. if he were though he'd take second place, rickon comes first)

Edit: I made this while so sick, tired, and tripped up on cough meds that I have theon 3 dead brothers and it took me a while to realize... oops.

[bringthesauerkraut]

The Jon Stewart version alternate ending to A Colbert Christmas!

Extra Christmas Treat!!

Silly boys be silly & always a little gay lol

"...after my bear meat, huh?" 😏

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

Putting them in situations — aka: Jon Gets Turned Into A Cat: Season 4 Post-Buried Edition (martin isn't around to take him home so daisy's gotta do it instead)

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Everyone arguing about Stannis, JonCon, Jaime, god forbid Jorah being the 1000th commander of the NW….when it will be Jon again 🌚

[f0xgl0v3]

Michael distortion drawing!! I really liked Michael :3 thought he was quite the silly; I’m only on Mag 112 but uh. He’s one of my favorites :3 I might get around to getting him a character design but this will do for now.

It’s a departure from my usual Pjo postings but I’ll get back to that when I have inspo (need to get brain juices flowing for a big Lityerses post)

(P.S here’s the no text version)

[untimelyambition]

veeeery parasocial of me but i love jon matteson hes just a silly little dude

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Stupid TMA AU where Elias Bouchard is the bodyhopper and everyone is confusedly trying to understand how the workaholic master manipulator evil and definitivaly full Eye avatar upstart Jonah Magnus just became the weird unconfortable weed uncle that the Eye just sort tolerates.

[imasillygooose]

Every month or so I get a new silly guy who slowly infects my brain

This month its Matthew Lillard and I love that man so much pleasee come to a Scotland Comicon pleaseeee i would sell my kidney to go /j (maybe??)

[ickmick]

*ive had to edit this post about 4 times already, sorry for scuff idk if its fixed yet??

hey tumblr dot com heres some magnus archives (literally just jon) content i posted to twitter but with significantly less rambling (its a mess over there... i am trying to make tma enjoyer friends but am also bad at doing such and have resorted to rambling) /hj /silly

currently drawing jon as i see him in each season/arc so yeah... the other 2 things were me figuring out how i wanna draw him generally (im still not 100% sure)

rambles and outfit inspo under the cut!

i finished the podcast a mere 3 days ago after finally getting back to it after like a year or something, and i will never be the same /hj

im already considering listening a 2nd time, both to take notes for behaviors n shit but also just to like- return to it in full lol

anyways heres the photos from pinterest im using as inspo for that first s1 outfit (button up with a tie under a green sweater vesr tucked into black slacks with a some kinda built in belt... bro probably go those oxfords too what a loser /aff /silly

ive already decided hes going to wear a long skirt around *checks notes* probably s3, post police warrant or whatever you want to call that whole arc (i say, knowing full well what to call it)

the rest of the outfits will be a silly surprise for now but yes. thrive knowing he will be put in a lovely skirt and will grow out his curly hair and be ever so queer (its 2am im just saying words atp)

im now going to sleep, so goodnight and feel extremely free to message me if you wanna ramble about tma or jon or something of that sort, i have no friends who have listened to tma as far as im aware XD

[legalownerofufoemoji]

Statement of Eric Seymour, regarding a “hostile forest” near his home. Statement recorded direct from subject, July 17th, 2018. Recording taken by Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.

Right, so, from the beginning- its. It’s been about 2 years since the incidents so pardon my recollection. I can’t give you an exact date, but it was during some of the hottest days of summer. You know, the kinds of days where’s its so hot that you don’t really want to do anything but laze around the house? It was one of those days, and I was doing exactly that.

But close to my home, near a small trail into the woods, is a lovely collection of streams and rivulets which are absolutely delightful to dip your feet it. On top of that, the light being dappled through the leaves of the many flourishing trees cools it down significantly. If I had to give it a guess- I’d say it’s about 10 degrees cooler in the forest? Combine that with the boredom of sitting around all day, you can see why I decided to get dressed for the forest, grab my walking stick, and headed down to the cool woods.

It was around 2 in the afternoon once I got to the start of the trail. It curved down the steep, though manageable slope of the grass hill, leading down towards the shallow, rocky-shored creek that snaked through the forest. As I strolled down it, I sighed in thanks for the cool air that began to coat my skin and the slight wind that was channeled through the walls of the forest’s hills.

I continued this way for about- 5 minutes, I think. Just enjoying the cool air and taking a small hike. It’s not a big forest, I’ll be honest, just fills the space between my neighborhood, the next one over, and the highway off to the side. And that was when I saw it. There was a bend in the river I was walking by, and on the opposite bank there stood a tree. It was forked in the middle, 2 sturdy branches going about 30 degrees away from the main trunk in either direction. And there, sitting in the middle of the tree, was the head and spine of a deer. Just- suspended there, the antlers letting it stay just stable enough to poke through the fork of the tree. And it stared, right at me, pale bones sparsely covered in bits of meat and rotting flesh, the spine curling down around the tree like some sort of- demented snake!

It stared at me with the spaces that should have been eyes, but it seemed those had already rotted out, given the small pile of goo before the tree. I wasn’t as scared of it back then as I am now, mostly because I was just confused. As I said before, not a big forest. And while we did have woods, we didn’t have wolves or coyotes or any of that sort as far as I knew. And I didn’t think it could be a hunter either, because I’d heard no gunshots or reports of them in the past few weeks. And I knew it couldn’t be a naturally dead deer, because where was the rest of the body?

But the confusion was enough to make me want to leave, quickly. I already knew I was past the halfway point, and going backwards didn’t seem quite right. 

So I gathered myself, taking a few inhalations of the cool air, now tinged with the slight earthy odor of rotting flesh and mud. But as I was walking, I just had some sort of feeling. Like I wasn’t quite alone in the forest. I’d heard no sounds of footsteps, and I came with nobody- and at that moment a horrible feeling came over me. It was a deep, shuddering cold that started at my head and trailed down my spine- and given the already uncomfortable thought in my mind about spines, this feeling sent me into a panic. 

I began to quicken my pace, going from a slow walk, to a speed walk, and eventually a full on sprint. I needed to get out of this forest. Something about being alone here it just- it felt like the forest itself hated me being there, alone. I kept running as I saw- or, I think I saw- figures in the corners of my visons. Faces in trees, angry. Hands, reaching up from the rivulets and branches. The wind howling when it had been a mere breeze moments ago.

Before I knew it, I was out of the forest. The heat increased immediately, back to the oppressive heat. Yet it felt comforting compared to the bone chilling cold I had felt before. The feeling had vanished to, leaving me more confused than ever. I went directly home after that.

I’ve gone back to the forest a few times since then. The second time, I’d gone alone, 2 days later. I could barely take more than a minute’s walk inwards before the feeling of watching appeared, and practically forced me back out the way I came. The third time, it was about a week later, and I’d brought my mother with, as I assumed I’d just had some sort of odd anxiety attack with some lingering discomfort before. But when we entered this time- nothing. No bones, no smell, no feelings or faces. All gone. 

So I tried again a fourth time, assuming that after 3 weeks, the bones would have been removed by some passerby. I can’t confirm that, though. I managed to make it farther in this time. The bones were gone, definitely, but as I passed about a third of the way through, the terrifying force of someone watching me fell upon me even stronger than before. This time, I swear I could see something, right in front of me! Tall, green and brown skin, like a faerie of legend. And I ran. Again.

*Sound of strained groans*. I’ve decided not to go in those woods any more. Those last 3 encounters were the last straw for me, after a myriad other small, strange events. The watching sensation follows me though, whenever I enter another forest. Hm.. maybe watching isn’t the right word? If it were just watching, I wouldn’t be so afraid. It’s like the forest itself hated me. Hated me for daring to be there, alone, like I somehow owned it. Whenever I go into any other sort of nature alone, I still feel it, though thankfully not strongly enough to be chased out like a rabbit…

End of Statement.

Hmm... A hateful forest, huh? Well I suppose this is one of the more, tame statements I have read so far. I can't really say I believe this, though. I mean, the only proof is, well, nothing other than the words of a frightened man.

*Papers shuffle on the desk*

It sounds nothing more to me than a bout of paranoia, I suppose. Everyone has those now and then. Alone, in a forest, well I think anyone could feel watched. And- You know I believe I have read somewhere about... Excessive heat causing mild hallucinations... I suppose that's the answer then. Plain and simple.

Maybe, Eric should stay out of this, "hostile" forest. At least until it cools off... Only then would we truly know if, well. If this forest "hated" him or not.

Hm.

End of recording.