#jon apologist

[nutmegthings]

Okay, Jon might come off as a dismissive, judgemental, arse. But to his credit he did immediately and without hesitation give Martin somewhere safe to stay after his.... ordeal.

[asgardswinter]

Another reminder to stop supporting Jon Bernthal, especially once the new Daredevil series is releasing.

He is a zionist that has supported Israel for many years, is friends with violent abusers such as Shia LaBeouf and gave him a platform on his podcast, a man that has sexually abused multiple women. Invited an IOF soldier on his podcast that hes friends with and gave flowers to cops during BLM.

Some more info in my thread here

Also i should note that Deborah Ann Woll who plays Karen Page in the Daredevil series has liked pro-israhell posts in the past.

Also if anyone comments on this post trying to excuse his actions ur comment will be deleted and ull be blocked.

[livingcuttingboard]

no bc anybody who says that jon sims turned out to be like this (an asshole, introvert, stiff, with the need to act unecessarly professional etc. )bc his grandma was overly condesending and/or neglectfull has never met ANYBODY raised by their grandparents. they just... are like this. its hard to adjust and honestly thats why i could never hate jon for his assholery in season 1 bc i know how it feels, being like that. trying to reprogram ur mind to be normal with ur peers, to accept that these people dont expect u to stand straight and speak and so u should stop excepting them to do so too.

like i just know he had to hammer it in his head that "no, my coworkers arent laughing bc of their lack of discepline and respect for me, tim just made a dick joke and i should find it funny aswell". most grandparents raise their grandkids to be neat and better than everyone. and once that child gets the power to actually use all skills their grandparents taght the, academic knowledge and life advice, its obvious they will fight for what they see as hard earned respect. like jonathan sims might have whole had 9 years to adjust to interacting with people without his grandmas infulence but he was never had power the position of the head archivist offered and honestly? with how everybody was treatin him in the later seasons (and he acted like he was used to it) that reach for power in season 1 was a well deserved break from the usual. bc i am sure that younger jon was the weakling,never to be respected or feared. and his grandma,like any grandma, raised him with the promise he would be great one day. and she was right.

like i love my grandma but the constant piting me against other kids assasinted any type of humbleness within me at the ripe age of 8

[fiendishartist2]

*guy who had no control over his fate voice* it's all my fault

[hearts-a-heavy-burden]

Cracking up at the First Test graphic novel for making Jon a pretty average white guy, so my expectations were just eh that’s how the adults are and then Numair/Daine show up as the two hottest people on the planet for the four pages we get to see them.

[paper-worms]

Desperately need to make some sort of amv/pmv thing of s2 freakathan sims to Stalker’s Tango by Autoheart

Because like this man was having fucking stakeouts at his employee’s houses, with what we now know to be a deeply repressed crush on one of said employees, and a growing desperation to KNOW everything. That man was staring holes into the back of Martin’s head while the poor guy tried to pretend not to notice

[candyskiez]

God the jonelias dynamic really is insane huh. What if you'd spent your entire life being blamed for things you didn't do. What if you'd spent your entire life very aware people didn't want you around, that you hurt people just by existing too close to them. You are constantly under the impression you're being judged or mocked or excluded. Everyone else is laughing at a joke and you have no idea what it is. So you sit away from everyone and you pretend you're smarter than them and they just don't get you, so you don't have to admit they just don't like you. Because you don't know how to be likable and you don't think you could be. So clearly they just don't understand what you're saying. Obviously.

And you're searching for answers, for safety, for some way to defend yourself against what could be anywhere. What could just catch you and steal you from yourself and ruin your life, again and again. And someone died in front of you, and you couldn't do anything. You can't shake being that small. That helpless. Sitting on the sidelines, not knowing how to do anything. You want, so badly, to be at the center where you can fix it. Where you won't be small and scared and always hurting. So you join the magnus institute and you meet a man who sees through you.

He treats you like you're special. Like you aren't some stupid, annoying know it all who fumbles through everything. Like you actually know what you're talking about. He takes you seriously. He's dismissive and cagey but he seems fascinated by what you have to say, seems to enjoy prodding you for thoughts. He seems to be interested in you. Really, truly interested in you. You love it. You've never impressed the authority figures in your life. You've never made them think you're special. You are beginning to realize you love feeling like you actually know what you're talking about.

And then he promotes you. You know you aren't qualified. You know your friend could do so much better. But he's so sure that you know what you're doing, he's so sure that you can do this, and that you're the only one who can, and it makes an awful selfish little part of you preen because deep down you want that. You know you shouldn't accept it. You know you absolutely cannot do this and everyone's going to find out, but you want so badly to be taken seriously, to stop being the punchline or the helpless little kid outside that damn door. So you take the promotion, and suddenly the knowledge of all the worst things in the world is at your fingertips. It feels wrong and ugly and it feels right. You don't know how to feel about it.

You learn more about him. He is not a good person. He would kill, willingly, if it meant he got what he want. He sees you terrified and crumbling and tries to put you together again. Like you're something precious. Praises you just for being alive. (How do you deal with that? You always seem to survive on accident. You always seem to survive at the cost of someone else. Yet he smiles at you, like you're incredible, like you deserved it. Like he's impressed with you. You think about it a lot, whenever you can't fall asleep.) He's either soft and professional or cruel and biting. You hate him more and more. He is the only person you have. You desperately wish he wasn't, and you go to him anyway. He could make all of it make sense if you just could push him. But you can't, and he doesn't. But he gives you this approving little nod whenever your humanity slips through your fingers. You think you hate him more every time. You think you hate yourself for being relieved he's not scared. For not blaming you. And then you hate him again for making you this.

And then he's gone. He turned you into something else. Something that nobody wants, that not even the kindest person can put up with, and then he just left you alone. You're starving and you're scared and he's gone and he could make it make sense. But he doesn't. And you think about it. Again and again. You think you hate him for leaving you. You used to wish you'd never see him again. You think there might be something wrong with you.

You finally see him again. He's proud of you. You hate him for it. You demand his guidance, his patience, his anything like you used to. He gives it so much easier than before. Because he's proud. Because you've earned it. Because you're ready. You think you hate him. There's something else, too. Something painful. Something twisted and desperate and born out of the urge to survive and nothing more. It isn't love, but it isn't not love either.

You escape. You're free. You open a statement.

And congratulations. You're special. He favored you. He was intrigued by you, adored you, shaped you with his own hands, all to ruin the world. He tells you it isn't your fault as he uses you to destroy the world. You were the joke the whole time. He used you, like you knew he would, and it was so much worse than it ever imagined. All that fascination, all that adoration, it was all- it wasn't even fake. It just was for the worst reason it possibly could've been. You hate him more than you ever have in that moment, as he praises you, as he's so so proud of you, as he tells you you'll get used to it. You hate him. You hate yourself so much more. You want him dead.

He does not hate you. He finds you as fascinating as he did before. He talks about you like you're a work of art. You might be sick. You think you almost wish he was a good person, that he was anyone else, so you could love it. You think a part of you does, sometimes. That dumb little part of you that never went away. That will always be that starving man that just wants to be taken seriously. You think you always wanted to be the center of attention. Maybe this is his twisted form of love, translated through layers of fears and wanting to hurt.

And even in his last moments, he doesn't hate you. He fears you. He is so very afraid. He doesn't want to die. He begs for his life. But his last words are just....good luck. That's all. Nothing more. The one person you hate more than anything. The one person you wish you never met. And he is the only person who looks at you and feels no anger, no blame, nothing at all. He looks at you stealing everything he's ever worked for, and just says "Good luck." The one person you hate more than anyone else, who ruined your life more than anyone else, and he is the only person who has never blamed you for anything. He is the only person who has ever forgiven you for every horrible, unjustifable thing you've done. He is the only person who looks at you at your worst, betraying everyone you have left, and understands. In some horrible, cruel way, he understands. He does not hate you. You don't know how you wanted him to react. But he's dead. He's gone. And you do not have time to feel about it until you wake up somewhere else.

They don't know yet another reason why you're so upset. They don't know that the only person who could ever truly forgive you, could ever truly understand why you did what you did, was the worst man you'd ever met. And you can never unknow that.

Which I mean. First off, gay. But second off how do you even begin to unpack that. Jesus christ.

[ladyadaine]

"Who am I now in this world without her? Petty and dull, with the nerve to doubt her What does it matter? It's already done Now I've got to be there for her son"

"You won, and she chose you And she loved you and she's gone It's over, isn't it? Why can't I move on?"

[landscaping-your-mind]

Two things can be true at once:

Jon has awful self-esteem and blames himself for things he has little to no control over.

AND

Jon has done some genuinely horrific things and denying and justifying that, while fine, is taking away from the appeal and themes of the show, and Jon’s character.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Just some picrews for my TMA Nightvale AU. Presenting Eye Avatar Carlos and "Something New" Cecil.

[ghostinthegallery]

Magnus Archives season 3 complete!! Well a lot certainly happened. Events sure did occur. Many of them. My goodness.

I'm obsessed with the world building. Totally recontextualized everything in such a satisfying way. 11/10.

Jon is the most endangered species on the planet. He is so bad at self preservation and also feelings. I love him with my entire being.

Oh Tim 🥺

Me in seasons 1-2: fucking Elias (derogatory)

Me in season 3: fucking Elias! (complimentary)

Guys I'm a little obsessed with Elias, he's amazing. Hilarious. So chill, such a dick. I will never forgive him for the shit he pulled on Martin but everything else was pure gold.

Oh Melanie. Glad the murder attempts didn't work. But they were funny. Until they weren't.

So when is Daisy gonna realize she's and avatar of the Hunt? I mean she's not dead she's just in a coffin. Which yes that's normally where dead people go but this is a weird staircase coffin so. That'll be fun.

Basira and the books. Handling all this surprisingly well.

Martin my sweet beloved! Go you. Burn shit down. I support you. And FEELINGS FOR JON CONFIRMED! My ship is leaving port, guys. Rough waters ahead I'm sure but this is progress and I will take it.

Fucking Peter.

Yes I did start season 4 pretty much immediately and omg Jon wanted tea when he woke up from his coma but Martin wasn't there to make it for him. I'm devastated 😭😭😭

[venln]

Sometimes I’m just sitting and I remember that everyone was mad at Jon for NOT DYING and he woke up from a coma to everyone he knew abandoning him and blaming him for something that he never asked for and I get so angry

[nonbinarylocalcryptid]

*MARTIN enters the scene hitting two pans* AND THAT'S WHY YOU'RE HIS EX

I find it interesting when Georgie says it's bizarre jon thinks everything is his fault "because you weren't able to outsmart the literal embodiment of manipulation and scheming" when jon has been beating himself up for not outsmarting the web his whole life. ever since he was eight in fact

[candyskiez]

TMA is great for many reasons one of them being it actually let's it's characters be messy and selfish and unfair and kind of suck ass. Unfortunately this means the fandom will eat all of them alive forever.

[annabelle--cane]

I wasn’t with the clown gang (at least I don’t think so based on you’ve described them) but I was hanging with a group of people who got very very mad if you did anything on their taboo list. As in if you ship Jonelias you are a horrible racist abuse apologist and you need to stop posting. There were many taboos and I was constantly terrified of breaking one of them. I could literally feel myself becoming a worse person the more time I spent with them lmao. Most of them would just screenshot relevant posts and tear them apart on discord but a few of them were always picking fights with other bloggers. God….those were the days…..

Anyways my personal favorite discourse was when a bunch of bloggers started posting about how if you didn’t like the way the kiss sounded/the fact that they kissed you were homophobic. My friend was called homophobic for hc’ing jon as kissing averse asexual. My friend was gay.

(clearing out some left over asks from a few days ago, ideally please don't send anymore (unless is it extremely funny))

😭 glad you got out of that situation but yeesh. my clearest memory of the #kisscourse was one semi-popular post where the op said "if you didn't like the jmart kiss for any reason EXCEPT finding the sound icky then I'm sorry but you're homophobic," which stuck out to me because it was so clear that the only reason they included that exception was because it was the reason they didn't like the kiss.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

I don't know why but I really wanted a fic or something where Michael didn't interrupted Tim and Martin in their search for Jon in the tunnels at the end of season 2.

I wanted to see the two of them listening to NotSasha words and finding Jon in a corner ready to die having a panic attack and just saying "i'm sorry" over and over. And I do think Leitner would still be the one that saved them in the end and besides extra coments his statement would be the same. I also am sure that it would change the plot, if no other reason because Martin and Tim wouldn't leave the room with Jon and while I'm still very confident "brutal pipe murder" would still somehow happen (Elias totally could take Tim and Martin at that point), I think all the revelations about evil boss Elias would come earlier and plotwise this would change things.

But mostly I want to know if listening to NotSasha use Jonathan's fears againt him, knowing what he was afraid of and seing the whole panic attack scene would somehow change the relationship between the three of them and specially between Jon and Tim or if it wouldn't really be enough.