Jun 27, 2021
I worked on this thing for @archivalpride for so long and I don't even like it that much :< I'm too stubborn not to post it anyway and I don't want to touch it anymore heh
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I worked on this thing for @archivalpride for so long and I don't even like it that much :< I'm too stubborn not to post it anyway and I don't want to touch it anymore heh
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Week 3 of @archivalpride: Home
Featuring some wtgfs at home decorating for pride month
“There you go, Admiral, your catbeds are now sufficiently decorated for pride month.”
Melanie chuckled to herself. “He’s a cat, Georgie. I don’t think he really cares if he has rainbows all over his stuff or not.”
“Let him celebrate with us!” Georgie exclaimed.
“Aren’t cats colorblind? Can he even tell what a rainbow is?”
“I think they can see some color?” Georgie pondered, then, with a smile audible on her lips, she added, “You’re blind blind, and you’re still dressed up.”
“Alright, that’s fair,” she laughed. It wasn’t as if she could argue the point while wearing one of Georgie’s limited-edition pride What the Ghost t-shirts.
Before either could say anything more, the doorbell rang, and Georgie opened it to receive a package. She sighed as she saw it.
“What is it?”
“It’s from PawJ’s,” Georgie answered. “They’re sponsoring the podcast again, so they’ve sent me another set of kitty pajamas.”
“Oh, baby, no. The scratches from the last attempt are finally starting to heal.”
“I suppose maybe I can just not put them on the Admiral… though they do specify that they want pictures of me and him in our pajamas on my social media…”
“Is it really worth their sponsorship?” Melanie asked, grimacing.
Georgie didn’t reply, and instead ripped open the bag to pull out the latest creation in cat clothing. Then, she gasped again.
“That bad, huh?”
“No!” She exclaimed. “They’re pride pjs! They came in pan colors!”
“Okay, that’s actually pretty cool,” Melanie replied with a smile. “Usually it’s just rainbows all over the place. Which isn’t a bad thing, but that they have pjs for different orientations? That’s not bad. Are they as soft as the others?”
Georgie placed some of the fabric in Melanie’s outstretched hand. “They sure are.”
“Mm, fuzzy. I know the Admiral doesn’t like his pajamas, but they’re great for people. They’re soft and warm.”
“A glowing recommendation,” Georgie joked, then she stopped suddenly. “Wait! I forgot something!”
“What is it? Are you alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, just give me a sec.”
Georgie’s footsteps thudded out of the room, and then returned a few moments later.
“I know I go a little over the top with all the pride stuff,” she said. “It took me a while to figure out who I am, so I celebrate it kind of excessively now.”
“It’s fine, I just like to tease you about it.”
Georgie chuckled. “Yeah, I know. But I got this for you.”
She placed a folded piece of cloth in Melanie’s lap. It was made up of three strips of differing fabrics, each with its own particular texture.
“It’s our first pride living together,” Georgie continued. “So I wanted to get you something, something to celebrate you in this house too. But I know you can’t see it, so a regular old pride flag wouldn’t really work, which is why I had this made. It’s in the colors of the bi flag, but it’s made of different cloths, so you can feel the difference. I don’t know, it’s silly…”
Still holding onto the flag, Melanie stood and pulled Georgie into her arms.
“It’s wonderful. And really thoughtful. Thank you.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I think it’s great.”
They shared a kiss while both of them were still smiling, and only broke apart when the Admiral offered his opinion on the affection by meowing loudly.
“Be good or I’ll make you wear those pajamas all the time, you little rascal.”
With a quiet mrrp, the Admiral left the pair alone. Melanie laced the flag around Georgie’s waist and pulled her in closer for another kiss.
Melanie had never worried much about the pride decorations or merch even when she could see. And now, it didn’t matter how much Georgie decorated the house, because wherever she was, so long as they were together – that was home.
It’s Always June Somewhere
Here is my artwork for @summer-in-the-archives-event ! I am happy with this and so excited to have gotten to work with the wonderful @fricklefracklefloof!
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[ID: A digital piece of Jonathan Sims and Tim Stoker. Tim is holding up a big bi pride flag behind the two of them. Jon has his arms around Tim’s waist and one leg up. Jon is an Indian man (nonbinary man) with long greying dark brown hair, facial hair, and glasses. He is wearing a long-sleeved sea green sweater, a long teal skirt, grey pants, and purple high-heeled boots. He has an ace pride flag tucked into his waistband. Tim has light skin, reddish-brown hair, and a goatee. He is wearing a dark blue t-shirt, light green pants with heart designs, and dark brown shoes. They are both smiling. Behind them is a blurred out building with a large front window. There is rainbow confetti around. There is a signature that reads, “cobalt-knave”. / End ID]
tim and jon bi friendship is very important to me
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sasha James/Tim Stoker, Sasha James & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Sasha James & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Tim Stoker Characters: Sasha James, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives) Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Queerplatonic Relationships, Aromantic Sasha James, Canon Asexual Character, Canon Compliant, Friendship Series: Part 5 of more than it was worth to sell our souls Summary:
Now she had to text Jon: You up?
Jon, very quickly: Sasha it is half noon of course I am “up.”
Sasha: Well I almost wasn’t I had waaaay too much to drink last night. Speaking of. Uhh. Can we meet for lunch? Kinda need to talk.
Jon: What did Tim do and do I need to help you slash his tires?
Sasha: No, no, nothing like that. I just need to talk and you’re the only aspec person I know that would understand the situation.
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The morning after the Ill-Advised Hookup, Sasha tries to deal with Tim's feelings for her, and hers for him. Or, more accurately, how those things don't line up at all.
For the @archivalpride 2021 prompts "Friendship," "Pre-Canon," and "Affirmation"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
My fourth and last new entry for @archivalpride
The prompts for this week were
Comfort | Childhood | Research | Missing Scene | Statement
So I wrote about Jon giving a speech on their first day as Head Archivist about Diversity and Inclusion in the workplace.
Martin later comes out to them as trans.
Betaed by the wonderful @jaybirdsfall
I’m late but here’s Week 2 of @archivalpride: Identity, Celebration
Featuring Tim helping Jon take pride in his asexuality
“Hey there, boss, you got a minute?”
Jon spun in his chair to face Tim, who had knocked on the doorframe to his office.
“What is it?”
“Okay, so, June is coming up, and we all know that June is pride month,” Tim explained, stepping into the room and over to Jon’s desk. “I was thinking about getting some decorations – nothing too much, just something to add a little brightness to the Archives.”
“As long as it doesn’t interfere with your work.”
“It won’t. And I’ll pay for them, so it’s not like I’m misusing Institute funding. But the decorations I was thinking of… I wanted to get everybody a little mini pride flag for their desk. Turns out we’re all queer in some variation or another, so we can each celebrate our own identities while also contributing to the whole pride month thing as a whole.”
“What people put on their desks is their business,” Jon replied. “We’re all allowed to decorate them as we see fit, so I don’t see why that would be an issue.”
“Alright, cheers. But I guess the point I was getting at… would you like me to get you a flag too?”
Jon pushed back in his chair and eyed Tim carefully. A few months ago, over drinks with Tim and Sasha, Jon had explained his feelings on sex, and then learned about the term asexual. It made him feel complete in a way he hadn’t before, but it wasn’t something that he was open about or discussed with anyone else in the Archives, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted it on display for everyone to see as he was still coming to grips with it.
“Um, thank you for asking,” he said slowly. “But I think I’ll pass. I’m not…”
“It’s all good, boss. That’s why I wanted to check.”
Jon matched Tim’s smile. “Thanks.”
“Alright, I’ll leave you to it.”
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When Jon entered his office on June first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Tim, Sasha, and Martin’s desks were bedecked with colorful flags and Tim had hung some sort of glittery garland that meant all their paperwork sparkled now. But Jon’s desk looked the same.
That is, until he sat down and opened the drawer to pull out a pen. Tucked inside was a small flag colored in purple, white, grey, and black, with a note next to it.
Just in case you change your mind. You don’t have to show it off, but I figure you should still be proud of who you are. -Tim
Jon took the flag out and ran his fingers over the fabric. He wasn’t going to display it on his desk, at least not yet, but he would keep it tucked in the drawer as a silent reminder that, even if he wasn’t out and loud like Tim was, he could still take pride in who he was.
Week 4 of @archivalpride: Missing Scene
Featuring Sasha and Tim discussing a possible queerplatonic relationship
Sasha downed the rest of her beer and sighed.
“What’s the matter?” Tim asked.
“Listen, Tim, I really like spending time with you, but I need to get something off my chest. I’m aromantic. I don’t do the whole romance thing, I don’t feel it, I don’t particularly like seeing it,” she explained. “And some of our outings, our late-night drinks like this, all that… they seem suspiciously like dates, so I want to be clear on this before it goes any further.”
“Oh.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but-”
“Oh, no, it’s fine,” Tim replied, smiling. “Of course it’s fine. Thank you for telling me. I’d rather you be honest and let me down now than you suffer and both of us ending up hurt.”
She smiled back. “Fair enough.”
“I mean, yeah, I’m sort of disappointed, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t,” he admitted. “I’ve been crushing on you for a while. But I’m not going to push anything; we’re friends, it’s all good.”
Sasha eyed her empty glass, staring at the reflections in it as if that would make the words come easier. “Listen, just because I don’t want to date you in that way doesn’t mean I don’t like spending time with you. We can keep going for drinks and dinners and date-like activities, as long as you know there’s no romantic future for it. Doesn’t mean we can’t, maybe, I don’t know, still be together.”
“Like a platonic partnership?”
“Something like that? If you want, I totally get that you might be looking for romance, so…”
“Only if it’s something you’re comfortable with.”
She cautiously glanced over at Tim, and there was such compassion and earnestness in his gaze that she couldn’t help but feel safe.
“I think I would definitely be comfortable with that,” she answered. “There’s nothing saying we can’t hang out, we can’t maybe move in with each other at some point, anything like that, if it works. I’m just not big on grandiose shows of affection.”
“How about hugs?”
Sasha laughed. “Hugs are good.”
They spun toward each other and hugged while still sitting on their stools at the bar. When they pulled apart, they kept smiling.
“And, listen, if you want to pursue a romantic relationship with someone else in addition to whatever it is we have, that’s fine,” Sasha continued. “Just tell me about it, I guess, don’t leave me in the dark. And don’t just leave me.”
“You got it,” Tim replied, nodding. “We’ll work this out, yeah? And if you decide you don’t want any sort of partnership at all, that’s fine too, we’ll still be friends outside all that.”
“Thank you for being so understanding.”
“‘Course. You’re my best friend, Sash. As long as you’re in my life, I’m already lucky.”
She laughed and swatted him gently with her hand. “You sap.”
“Ow, that hurt!” He cried dramatically as he put a hand over the spot she had hit, even though it didn’t hurt in the slightest and he was grinning the whole time.
“Oh, shut it.”
They ordered another round of drinks while discussing what was off limits for their relationship and what they could try, what they might both be comfortable with. Then, Tim got that mischievous glint in his eye.
“So, I know you don’t like random affection, but does this mean we can still hook up in the Archives?”
Sasha rolled her eyes and groaned fondly. “Maybe. Though we might want to try somewhere a little more comfortable next time. If there’s a next time.”
“Works for me.”