#and if there is a in uni jon

[illdragyoudownwithme]

i love listening to the new episodes on Tuesday (early access) and then waiting to see tumblr explode on Thursday about wtv happened

[k11lka]

The most out of character here is the fact that Jonathan is not a dickhead and can flirt (lets not talk about t-shirt, everyone can be young and make mistakes)

[cypresswood3]

I've seen several people post about it and I'm so happy this is a thing because.

Jon having a historical crush on Jonah Magnus is my favorite flavour of jonelias. S1 Jon naming docs he doesn't want to work on 'do it for Jonah Magnus'. S1/2 Jon speaking to Jonah's portrait in his office when he needs to think out loud. S1 Jon looking through statements and going, "what would Jonah Magnus think about it?" Having embarassingly extensive knowledge about Jonah Magnus' lore. Finding his first 'letter to Jonah Magnus' statement and feeling his heart flutter as he tries to comprehend that Jonah Magnus read those exact words and held that letter in his hands. Idolizing Jonah Magnus to a point he's more of a fictional character in Jon's head than anything else.

Elias Sees and Knows and drinks it all in and it's blissful.

[pumpkinhrat]

jon sims being disappointed by every institution

[Image ID: A digital doodle of Jonathan Sims titled Uni Jon and Archives Jon. On the left, a younger version of him, with just a few gray hair. On the right, an older version of Jon, with lots of gray hair, stubble and scars. There is "fuckin hell.." written under both doodles - this being Jon's reaction. End ID]

[dgoul]

Uni Jon for the people … I hope you remember me ….

[jeena-says-hi]

Jon's past comes back to haunt him when the Spotify wrapped comes out:

Tim: Right then gang! Who was everyone's top artist on their Spotify wrapped?

Jon: Tim, I don't think this is of any importance

Tim: Sure it is, boss! I for example had Chappell Roan as my number 1, I was even in the top 0.05% of listeners!

Sasha: Yea, that isn't surprising, you played hot to go on repeat whenever there was a statement about fire

Tim: What can I say, it's a banger!

Tim: Anyway, what about you Sasha?

Sasha: you are talking to one of the top 0.1% of listeners for The Cardigans

Martin: Ooh I love them! I got The Crane Wives, their songs are just so calming and relaxing

Tim: Oh yea, I've seen a few cool animations to their songs! That definitely aren't from a Minecraft series or anything

Sasha: Don't lie Tim, I know you cry every time you see a cactus

Tim: WE ARE GETTING OFF TRACK!

Tim: Who did you get Jon?

Jon: I don't really listen to music, too distracting

Tim: Oh rubbish. Cmon, lets see!

*he goes to grab Jon's phone*

Jon: No Tim, don't-

*Sasha grabs it when he's distracted*

Sasha: Got it!

Tim: Oooh, lemme see, lemme see!

Sasha: It's some band called "The Mechanisms"?

Jon: Oh no, this can't be happening

Martin: *googles them*

*see's Jon in full the full Jonny D'ville getup*

Martin: Oh

Sahsa: My

Tim: God

Sasha: YOU WERE IN A BAND!?!?

Tim: A STEAMPUNK SCI-FI PIRATE BAND?!?

Jon:

Jon: Right, I'm going to light the archives on fire

[wolvietxt]

hiiiiiii jay!! ive been having an unhealthy sleeping schedule lately, so i just wanted to know what you think frank would do if he catches you up pulling an all-nighter cause of some uni work when he came home from one of his missions. most especially, when you tell him you’ve done it for three straight nights while he was gone…

FRANK knew something was off the second he stepped into the apartment. it was quiet, too quiet, but not in the way that usually meant safety. the tv wasn’t on, no music played softly from your phone, and you didn’t come running up to him the second he locked the door behind him.  

his gut clenched.  

he slipped off his boots, careful not to track any dirt or blood onto the floor, and listened. he heard it then - the faint sound of typing. quick, rhythmic, desperate.  

with a sigh, he followed it, walking toward the kitchen, where the glow of your laptop screen cast shadows across your face. papers were scattered everywhere, some crumpled, some covered in highlighter. empty redbull cans were scattered around the tabletop. a half-eaten granola bar sat next to an empty coffee cup, and another coffee was in your hand, fingers curled tight around it like a lifeline.  

you didn’t even notice him.  

“sweetheart.” his voice was low, firm.  

you startled, eyes snapping up. he saw the exhaustion in them instantly - red-rimmed, glassy, dark circles bruising your skin.  

“frank,” you breathed, blinking fast like you were trying to clear your vision.  

he didn’t move toward you just yet, but he looked you over, taking in the way your hands trembled around the coffee cup, the way your shoulders sagged under the weight of whatever you were doing.  

“what’re you doin’ up?” he asked, though he already had an idea.  

“just… finishing some stuff,” you mumbled, eyes darting back to your laptop. “it’s nothing, really.”  

he glanced at the time on the microwave. 4:12 a.m.  

his jaw ticked.  

“when’s the last time you slept?”  

you hesitated, biting your lip, and he knew right then you were about to say something he wouldn’t like.  

“um … a little bit, here and there,” you finally said, voice too soft, too small.  

frank sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “baby.”  

“it’s fine,” you tried to reassure him, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “i just needed to catch up on work. it’s been kinda crazy, and i thought, you know, since you were gone, i’d just - ”  

“how long?”  

your mouth opened, closed.  

he took a step forward. “how long you been doin’ this?”  

“…three nights.”  

his nostrils flared.  

“three damn nights?” his voice was sharper now, and you flinched. not out of fear, but because you knew how much he hated this - hated seeing you worn down, pushing yourself past your limits. you’d hate to see him disappointed in you but in your defence, you thought he’d be home a whole lot later.

“i just - i had to, frank,” you whispered. “i got so behind, and i didn’t want you to come back to me all stressed and falling apart, so i just - ”  

his hands were on you before you could finish, tugging you up and out of the chair, wrapping you up tight against him. you didn’t even realize you were crying until he sighed against your hair, feeling the dampness on his shirt.  

“sweetheart,” he murmured, voice rough with something heavy, something that made your chest ache. “you think i care ‘bout any of that? you think i want you doin’ this to yourself?”  

“i just wanted to keep up,” you sniffled, fingers fisting in his jacket. “i didn’t wanna be a mess when you got back.”  

he pulled back just enough to cup your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. his eyes, dark and tired but so damn full of love, locked onto yours.  

“you could be the biggest damn mess in the world, and i wouldn’t care. you hear me?” he said, low and firm. “don’t wanna come home to you runnin’ yourself into the ground. don’t wanna see you like this.”  

you nodded, lower lip trembling, and he groaned, pressing a kiss there, then another, then another, like he was trying to fix it, to erase the exhaustion, the stress, the weight you’d been carrying alone.  

“c’mon,” he muttered, tugging you toward the bedroom. “you’re done. no more of this.”  

“but - ”  

he shot you a look. “no buts. you’re gonna sleep.”  

you wanted to protest, but the second you hit the bed, exhaustion slammed into you like a tidal wave. you barely registered the weight of him next to you, pulling you against his chest, hand rubbing slow, soothing circles against your back.  

“gonna take care of you, sweetheart,” he whispered against your hair, voice soft, warm. “always.”  

and for the first time in three nights, you believed it.

ᰔ frank castle : @stvr-dust, @uncertified-doc, @erospecies

taglist form linked in pinned post :3

[aru-art]

head archivist of the magnus institute london commission for the one and only @arqueervist

[alaynestcnes]

Jon Snow and Sansa Stark in Art

Prince Ivan on the Grey Wolf / Viktor Vasnetsov A Foster Mother / Charles Sillem Lidderdale Portrait of a Young Woman (detail) / Pierre-Auguste Cot King Arthur (detail) / Charles Ernest Butler Portrait of a Young Girl / Konstantin Yegorovich Makovsky Dante and Beatrice in the Garden / Cesare Saccaggi

[mikasnazz]

He asked for a 13 but they drew a 31?!

Save me uni au jontim. Save me Jon mechs au. Save me. Deny canon. Deny anything bad happening to them ever.

[mellowforests]

Idk man he’s just really fun to draw💖

[daisy119]

Wondering if there's any STEM majors who are secretly artsy losers / literature readers / obscure fandom nerds👀

I'm going into my bachelor Brain Science next year but like I'm just a marauders fan?? I like horror podcasts?? I draw gay people in my free time??

Please someone tell me you relate, tell me I'm not delusional for wanting a STEM career

[saym0-0]

the mechs twitter was entirely dead for many years post dttm (which i put in 2013 here but like i just realised jon was hired at the institute in 2011 so uh yeah its probably closer to like 2009) until they post in 2017: "currently witnessing Jonny attempting to convince Ashes to stab their eyes out. They have reasons and sources. -Brian"

[mart1n-k-blackwood]

do you know what the mechanisms are

I think I've heard Tim asking Jon about it? Not sure if I'm thinking of the same thing though

[nootdraws]

Old art that I didn't post bc it was a part of my art a-level coursework. I'm in uni now tho so I feel ok abt posting it :-). Hopefully shall post more art from when I was doing my a-levels that I had to keep hidden from tumblr!

[sparrowsonata]

here is some jonny d'ville to revive my account and win all the tma followers ever (university era jon)