#dark fandom

[haley-harrison]

how to manipulate Jonas:

Step 1: tell him he can save Martha

Step 2: there is no step 2

[anotherkindofmindpod]

Sex, Death & Progressive Nostalgia: AKOM Talks w/ Dr. Richard Mills

SUMMARY: Dr. Richard Mills joins Phoebe and Daphne for a chit-chat about all things fandom: slash fiction, Beatle novels, murder, conspiracies, tribute bands, horny editors, biopics, superfan authors and anything else that pops up!

Listen HERE

[vaguelyclevermatters]

I see you in the dark tag wishing to discuss your blorbos, so:

- fav blorbo(s) from the show?

- if you were to write fics about specific characters (or ships), what would you want to write? likewise, if your ideal fic or art already existed, what would it look like?

- were there characters or arcs you wish had been showcased or expanded upon more in the show? what would you like to have seen?

The ask returned from the void!

Oh man, hello! Thanks for sending me an ask, I never get these

Favs from the show: Mikkel Nielsen, mein Sohn! I love him so muchhhh, he deserves the world.

He gets thrown into such an insane, disorienting situation that would be enough to break the mind of even the most strong willed adults. And yet, he is still there performing magic tricks with a smile.

Plus he is SO smart! He uses his magic as an example to explain and work through his own feelings.

He uses it as examples to explain such big concepts. Like to Ines in the hospital and also Hannah outside the hospital.

When Ines explains to him Zhuang's paradox and asks whether he is a butterfly or a man, he performs another trick to make two sugar cubes appear under the cups.

How he says "Vielleicht bin ich beides" because he KNOWS he is now both of the options, no matter how impossible it seems.

AHH I love him so much, mein Schatz!

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Jonas Kahnwald

Man, I cannot go into too much detail here or this will turn into an essay.

Jonas. God. There are no words. This boy only got like 3 moments of peace and happiness in his whole life and it's such a tragedy because he is so sweet. He deserved to be able to be a normal teenager and kiss a pretty girl at the lake. He deserved to grow up happily with more time with his parents. (Don't even get me started on Michael, mein Gott...)

He goes through truly harrowing literal existential crisis moments and still pushes through it all. I love him sm too.

Also, Peter and Charlotte Doppler! And Egon Tiedemann! They're all so interesting too. Poor Egon always doomed to never truly understand what was happening. That man's acting when young Claudia says "Du bist ein zu guter Mensch, Papa. Die Welt hat dich nicht verdient."

The veiled terror in Egon's eyes truly encompasses his whole character right there.

The true MVP is Torben Wöller for having to deal with Charlotte making the most vague statements and walking away ahahaha

Fic writing: I have never even considered writing fic for Dark tbh because it is already such a masterpiece to me, I really don't know what I could add.

I think if I were to write it, I'd end up getting obsessed and be there like

Because I definitely would want to write something where they can get out of the loop without anyone perishing.

And that would be a terrifying feat to try and accomplish. They are all SUCH interesting people because they all have their reasons, they're all just fighting to understand or to do what they think is right. AGH. In conclusion, this show is a masterpiece and I wish more people watched it and recognised that!

[cosmic-deviant]

Rewatching Dark again and I never get over how Ulrich's storyline, in its entirety, can be boiled down to "German asshole cop continues making bad decisions, and can't seem to stop."

Love Magnus, though. Especially season 3 Magnus. Dude was simple as fuck, with one goal the entire series: "I'm gonna fuck my gf"

Doesn't matter what happens, what's going on, this dude's either banging his girl, or waiting for an opportunity to bang his girl.

[rezdogsyonder]

Changing

Pairing: Peter Parker x Tall!Reader

Summary: Peter has found his soulmate but does she feel the same? Basically a soulmate au but different

Warnings: kidnapping, drugging,

A/N: Peter is aged up. Also I changed his powers just a tiny bit just one thing and the rest is the same.

This peice is unfinished and it will remain unfinished because I’m leaving tumblr and will not be returning. If you wish to continue this you may.

*********

Fuck. Not right now. Not today.

That’s all you can think as you’re nearly late for your first day as an photographer. It isn’t the first place you wanted to work for but you need the money. Well probably not a “real” photographer. You’re not hired for the job on a regular basis, but for their front page photos of Spider-Man. It’s cool, Spider-Man won’t let anybody else take his photos.

Well, it’s not really your first day but it’s the first day that Jameson is actually considering you as his official Spider-Man photographer. Before you usually would email him asking if he needed more photos and now he is finally now telling you that you’re going to be the official photographer for the weekly Spider-Man pieces.

You have started a blog for the hero and hopefully it will gain traction and maybe you’ll get to make an income from it. But for now you have to sell your photos to the Daily Bugle.

The rent is due Friday and you get a check from the gas station you work at that day, it won’t be enough to cover it though. But with a check after each batch of photos you provide will put you way over the green this pay day.

You’re rushing about your medium sized 1 room apartment. This place was a gem, the only reason this place was as cheap as a studio is because a billboard was directly across from the extremely large windows. Lighting up your entire apartment. It didn’t bother you much, it saved on electricity from never having to turn on the lights and all you needed was blackout curtains in your room.

You are not changing shirts but you squeeze into a pair of black pants. The grey boyfriend cardigan getting tucked in the back, but it doesn’t deter you from running to the bathroom and vigorously brushing your teeth. You’ll have to forgo the entire makeup routine but you have time for foundation and mascara.

Rushing back into your bedroom you pull a pair of socks from the top drawer of your dresser and look at your alarm clock. 9:42. 18minutes till you’re late. Well you know in Jameson’s eyes you are already late but he screams at you no matter what.

Your second shoe is tied, you got your purse and it has your wallet, phone, and keys already. You run out of your room and in the hallway of the complex. Fuck, locking these doors seems to be the longest part of leaving. 3 locks, self installed with the extra long screws. Never needed this much security before but some blind asshole next door seems to always be getting into fights. Like what the fuck, how hard is it to not fight someone, and then he leads them here.

Once the doors are locked and you’re out of the building you look at your phone. 9:44. 16 minutes to go around 2 miles. Well broadway cuts across, so probably less, but anyways you gotta run it. Now you’re not the most fit person, but you are able to push yourself more than what others would think you’d be able to.

Dodging people and avoiding running into the road, you make it to the first turn. Basically a straight shot now, but it seems as though people are wanting to be in your way today. You would love a bike right about now. Though you’d have a really high chance of getting hit by a car. But it’s right about the same risk since you are not stopping at the do not walk signs.

One car almost did hit you, but it braked in time but not without you slapping the hood as you went by. Not on purpose but from loss of balance. Well you probably would have slapped it anyways. Your face burns from the run, and the heat, it is the end of summer but it is still pretty hot out.

Oh god, this is awful, you’re just a more than halfway and you nearly ran into an old man and his wife outside of m&m world.

“Sorry!” You shout back but it’s not very loud and sounds winded. You won’t stop though.

Just a couple more turns. Just two more turns. Just one more. You keep telling yourself that you’re almost there, legs straining the muscles from the over exertion.

You get into the building and run to the elevator. You know you probably look unprofessional right about now but you don’t care. You just need to catch your breath.

You press the right floor and dig through your purse. The small mirror being a lifesaver as of recently, since being late is seeming to become a common ovccurance. You pat your forehead with the sleeve of your cardigan. You don’t look too bad, but not the best. You check the time, 9:58. Not bad, you’ll be just 1 minute early. The elevator ride giving you just enough time to breath properly.

The elevator doors open to the busy floor, and you go over to Jameson’s assistant, not even reaching her desk before she points her pen behind her to his office.

“L/N!” He immediately shouts, “Where are those photos?” He is still looking out the window behind his desk.

“Right here sir,” you pull the envelope out of your purse holding it out for him to take it. Which he does, ripping the lip of the envelope and begins examining your photos.”

“850. Tell Betty on your way out.” He plops you’re photos on his desk.

“850? That’s not my rate, there are 12 photos there.”

“These just aren’t worth your usual rate. 850.” He argues back, you’ve seen this before, had you been any smaller or even sitting he would have put his hands on his desk and leaned towards you to seem intimidating, but right now he looks like a child with his hands balled at his side.

“65 per photo or I go to The Post.” You won’t back down. That’s nearly a thousand, and you don’t want to let it go, even if it is less than 200 more than what he offered but you need it.

He stares at you, he’s turning red now in the ears. You collect your photos calling his bluff.

“Fine,” he grumbles, he presses a button on the small speaker on his desk, “Betty, write out a check for L/N for 975.” He released the button and you put the photos down. “Get out of here, she’ll call when we have another piece.”

“You’re a peach,” you smiled as you back out of his office. “Hey Betty, how’re you doing this week?”

“Just fine, but his wife wants me to control his anger as soon as his meds are sorted. Not looking forward to that.” She finishes filling out the check on her computor, and with one last click that is so familiar to you now, you know she printed it.

“Jesus, I do not want to be here for that.” You step back four steps to the printer and rip off the receipt at the bottom that she needs to keep and hand it to her. “Good luck, because you will need it. Thanks, see you next week!” You wave bye as the doors close.

Letting out a sigh of relief, and tucking your check into your wallet. You’re glad you won’t have to worry anymore. With this check you’ll have four or five hundred more than you’ll need for rent, meaning you won’t have to scrape by for grocerys.

You better hurry though, you have an hour till your next shift at the gas station and you still need a shower.

**********

The hours are going by slowly, with few customers to keep you distracted. Just 4 more hours and you get to call it a night. It has already been 6 hours since you clocked in and there had only been a handful of customers, making the day uncharacteristically slow.

Your phone begins vibrating on the small fridge below the counter, the shift managers name on the display screen. Seeing as there’s no customers you think it is fine to answer.

“Hello? Debby?” You greet subconciously.

“Y/N I have some bad news.” She pauses, “the person who is supposed to relieve you is refusing to come in. She quit.”

“What am I supposed to do? I’ve been here since 11:30, I don’t think it’s allowed for me to work past 1. Wasn’t her shift supposed to last till 8?”

“Yes I know but you are legally allowed to work till 4:30, and that is when I’ll take over because I cannot find another person to cover her shift. It’s only alright because I’m switching your shift tomorrow with Alex and you’ll have the day off to recuperate. Then it’s your usual day off the next so I think that’s enough time to get back to normal.”

“So I’m leaving at 4:30?” Disbelief evident in your voice.

“Yes, I’m sorry, I would get there now but John doesn’t come home until late tonight because he took the graveyard shift at his job and I can’t leave J.C. alone.”

“Yeah I understand, family comes first.”

“Thank you, you’re the best. See ya later.”

“Yeah, see you.”

You put down your phone and mentally prepare yourself for another 11 hours.

**********

Three red bulls, and a seasonal pumpkin spice coffee from the dispenser and it was almost midnight.

Many more customers has came in after the call, the universe seemingly wanting to tire you out further. Then it began slowing down again after 9. The time you were supposed to be going home if Patricia didn’t fucking refuse to come in.

It was about that time that a young man came in, wearing a dark suit but without the blazer. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Light brown hair and pale skin, he looked breathtaking. He quickly rounds to the back grabbing three of the big bottles of water.

“Just these for me...” he trails off as he sniffs, then he looks up and makes eye contact with you.

You two are staring at each other for a few seconds, his stare becoming unbearable and you look away.

“Ok sir... that’ll be 5.97.” You still feel his gaze. Refusing to look up, you bag his things. You hear his card slide through the machine.

“Thank you sir, have a nice night.”

“Yeah... you too.” And with that he was gone. Leaving you to think about this stranger for the rest of your shift.

**********

As promised, Debbie came at 4:30. You left to walk home. It was nice living basically across the street from your work. A short walk, but you still felt a sense of unease.

Looking all around you, you don’t spot any suspicious people. Not even one heading in the same direction as you. You let out a small sigh as you cross the road. But it does nothing to calm your nerves.

You’re trying not to seem panicked as you try to get through the door to your building but it might be obvious with how you’re shaking.

Past the door you let go if your breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Finally able to calm down. You walked to apartment, using the elevator instead of the stairs.

Once at your door your heart beat seems to have gone back to normal, but before you even put your key in the door you feel the hairs at the back of your neck stand up. You don’t know what it is, maybe it’s just a chill.

Unlocking all the locks you go inside, greeted by the bright pink fluorescent lights. You shut the door behind you and drop your bag on the floor. Too tired to care. Moving to go into your room, knowing that you’re not going to change into pajamas either.

Well probably take of the pants. Yeah, jeans are never comfy.

Shoes kicked off, pants off, bra off with some difficulty from your long sleeves, blankets pulled back and you’re ready for bed. You’re getting in when you hear a creek in the living room, but you don’t see anyone so it’s maybe the upstairs neighbours.

You turn around once more to lay down and you feel a pinprick at your neck. You slump over and you feel hands at your shoulders, picking you up in their arms.

Eyes won’t open, and you are quickly losing consciousness.

“Shh, you’re safe with me.”

*********

Your head is pounding, that’s what wakes you up. You still feel groggy and it makes your eyelids feel incredibly heavy. You want to sleep for more but your eyes keep fighting to open.

Once they do you are met with a room that is not your own. Everything is white, except the headboard which is a light grey, matching the bedside table. You look around, about 6 feet from the foot of the bad is a back door and there’s a bathroom to the left of the bed with the door wide open.

You run to the closed door, you grasp the handle but you get a head rush and are unable to turn the handle for a good 5 seconds. It’s no use though, the door was locked, and it doesn’t seem like a regular lock. It seems more advanced, it’s a regular handle but it’s warm, and doesn’t have any keyhole. It’s also not as big as a hotel handle, like the ones with the scanners. Irrelevant, but your mind is running a million miles an hour and you’re trying really hard to not panic.

You realize that you aren’t wearing your pants but a pair of sweats were at the edge of the king bed. You quickly pull them on. Your kidnapper has already seen your ass, but it’s a little bit comforting. Your bladder is full and it is more apparent now than a couple minutes ago.

They aren’t here yet, better be quick. You half jog into the bathroom it has a large sink and a nice looking shower, but you don’t want to use it due to there being no lock on the bathroom door and the shower door is glass. Not even one of those blurred glass doors, it is crystal clear.

You had already peed and we’re washing your hands when you hear a small beep and the locks opening. You’re drying your hands when you hear a knock at the door. You don’t answer.

Another knock, you stared at the door, a low sigh is heard and the door swings open.

It was the man from last night, except now he was covering his eyes with his hand.

“I swear I’m not looking but please come out right now.”

“... alright.” You’re voice is a little rough and just above a whisper.

“Thank you.” He turned around leaving the door open and you follow.

“Come with me.” he waves his hand over the lock and the beep is heard again.

He leads you through the door into a long hallway, when he turned to the left so did you. There’s no point in running when he would catch you in less than 2 seconds.

You pass by 4 doors, one on your left and three on your right. The fifth door on the right you entered and it was an office.

“Sit.” And you did, he sat behind the large desk and leaned forward with his elbows on it. “I need to tell you something that would be hard to hear. Hell, hard to believe, but just know that everything I’m telling you is true.”

You nodded when he paused and looked at you. You felt so out of place and uncomfortable. Heart beating so fast and hard, it feels as though it’s bursting out of your chest. Your hands slightly shaking and feet tapping where you sat on the edge of this obviously expensive chair.

“I’m going to be frank with you alright? You are my soulmate.”

You freeze, “wait... what?” You didnt believe it, he was right. He’s crazy. Soulmates were a rare thing in this world. How would he know? He only knew you for 5 seconds so why does he know? Why would he take you?

“We are soulmates. I felt it when I first met eyes with you, I know that you did too. I took you here because, to put it simply, you would be safe. There are many people after me and if they learned of your existsence they would find you and use you against me.”

“H-how do I know your not lying?” You stare at the lines in the wood of his desk, refusing to look up. When you look him in the eyes you feel the same pull that you did back at the gas station. You hear rustling and you glance up for just a second, then you look back when you realize it’s just his arm that he wants you to look at.

He begins rolling his sleeves like the way you saw last night. Or was it even still the next day? You don’t know. Not seeing any clock or any windows since you were at your home.

Beautiful lines are spread across his forearm and you realize it wasn’t there before. “Can you look at your arm?” His voice is gentle, like he’s trying to be comforting.

You stare at his arm as you pull your sleeve up, then you look down at a blank arm. You pull up your other sleeve just as roughly and see the same tattoo that he has. You touch it gently as though it’ll smear if you are as rough as you were two seconds ago.

“Mine showed up a little after I stepped out of that store. I guess you didn’t notice yours.” You rub at yours and it won’t come off, and the skin isn’t raised as though you have a regular tattoo.

“What does this mean?”

“This means that you are now mine.” You feel tears welling in your eyes.

“So I can’t go home?”

“No, and some things are going to change.” You look at him wide eyed, fearful for the changes that he has in mind.

“So I’m sure you have heard of the powered people of New York, and I am telling you that I am one of them. Not only that, but I am a member of the avengers.” He pauses, you feel his eyes on you and you can only assume he is trying to gauge your reaction. “But I didn’t achieve my abilities through government testing or anything of the sort. I was bit by a mutant spider and I gained the spiders abilities.”

“You’re... Spider-Man?”

“That’s right. Now that you’re here, I will have to give you the same abilities I have so that we will be on equal grounds.”

“How are you going to do that?” You look up at his face.

“I will bite you of course.”

[v-vrintage]

JONAS KAHNWALD X OC; short story, english version.

(n/a): find me in wattpad as @v-vrintage or @-sugarshadow . Sorry for my english. ♡

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Romanova's classes had never been your favorite, and this time wasn’t the exception. In itself you were not very good at that subject, and otherwise your bad mood did not help much when such an occasion was involved.

You were sitting right in the middle of the classroom, deep in your thoughts, with your head down and your strands of hair falling like waterfalls above your ears. You were wondering about really meaningless things, your mind remained blank, until a "Pst!" completely distracted you.

You turned around and realized that the one who had called you was nothing more and nothing less than your best friend, Jonas Kahnwald. The blond boy smiled when he saw that you had looked at him, and it was impossible for you to deny that you had seen a peculiar sparkle in his eyes. As best he could, he handed you a small piece of cut paper, apparently the corner of a sheet ripped fiercely from the notebook. There, with a wavy calligraphy, it said:

"Do you want to come with me to the woods after school? I'll bring food. "

A picnic proposal in the middle of history class.

You smiled at the idea and turned to your friend, who looked at you intently for an answer; He received an affirmative one, accompanied by a radiant smile from you. He nodded and they both went on to continue the class.

[...]

After about twenty minutes, the school ring bell rang suddenly and Romanova almost finished his speech. They all got up from their seats and the chatter among the students soon appeared, not only in the classroom but also in the wide corridors of Winden High School. Like everyone else, you picked up your book and your pencil case, ready to leave the classroom, but suddenly a hand rested on your shoulder; he was Jonas.

“Hey.” He looked at you smiling and narrowing his eyes a little, a gesture you returned.

"Do you have food here?" You asked raising an eyebrow and they both laughed.

"No, but I left it ready at home." You formed a tiny but perfect "O" with your lips and nodded; “I can go get it right now.” He suggested and you raised your eyebrows.

"Uh, I'll go with you." You wrinkled your nose.

“Nah, not necessary. It won't take long, alright? Wait for me in the parking lot, they aren’t many minutes.” He denied and you relented.

"Okay, I'll wait for you there."

They left the classroom and accompanied each other to their lockers, it didn't take many seconds because they were a short distance away. Then, they did as they had planned, and with a knowing look it was enough to affirm that the plan was underway. You watched Jonas as he put on his classic yellow raincoat and left for his house on a bicycle, so you decided to go sit on the edge of some stonecutters who were outside the institution.

The weather may be better, but it was ok. It was neither hot nor cold, but the sky was surprisingly cloudy; and considering the fact that they had predicted an excellent climate for that day. Still, it was quite typical in Winden, being such a humid place that it seems to possess a ghost soul. Curious.

You leaned on the edge of the stonemasons and crossed your arms with your eyes downcast, at those moments you did not feel like checking out what's new on Instagram or seeing if they updated any Twitter thread. Maybe you were just wishing that your best friend would make his way back soon, but knowing him, he would never make you wait too long.

A few minutes passed and Kahnwald had already parked his bike in front of you. Tied up in the front, a small basket became present, you guessed it was the food so you didn't ask about its contents. You quickly managed to settle down next to Jonas, trying to find a balanced space for both of them.

"Hug me." He snapped.

"What?" You blushed and hated yourself a little because of that. You didn't even know why you did it, Jonas was your best friend and he was your whole all life.

"Hug me, so you don't fall away from the bike." He replied.

"Ah, alright." You shook your head and gave in, circling his body with delicacy and clinging to his body. You weren't staring at him at the moment, but you were sure that a slight grimace had appeared on his face.

Without further detours, they made their way to a pleasant section of the Winden Forest, choosing a point neither too deep but neither close to the city. During the journey, there were no words, although it is worth admitting that the glances had never been missing. You kept hugging Jonas, it was a light grip because you didn't want to make him uncomfortable in one way or another, since perhaps the most cloying hugs appeared once in a while.

You don't really know why you did it, or how or when, but you took advantage of the moment when they stopped at a stoplight to wrap your arms around Kahnwald's waist, tightening him closer to your body and resting your chin on his shoulder , without realizing that your friend had blushed noticeably when noticing the touch. To your surprise, he acted; With a slow movement, full of tenderness and gentleness, he caressed your hand with his fingertips, almost affirming the grip that you both had at that moment.

A light breeze visited you two, but not a single hair of you moved.

[...]

Jonas parked the bicycle with delicacy and got off of it, an action that you imitated after a few seconds. He started to pick up the basket, but in a slight rush, his gaze met yours and completely merged into each other. For a few ephemeral seconds, the world had ceased to exist, time had stopped, all the others had vanished.

It was you and Jonas.

But nothing lasts forever, so with red cheeks like tomatoes, you both looked away and pretended that nothing happened. They still didn't make a sound. Back to reality, you and Jonas walked to the chosen place, stopping dead in the shade of all those slender pines that made up the Winden forest. The blonde boy opened the basket and spread an extensive cloth on the ground, later resting the basket on top of it and observing the landscape. You just layed down on the cloth and decided not to say much at the moment.

"All good?" said Jonas, sitting next to you and looking at you with a straight face.

"Yes, all good. Why do you ask?" You replied naturally.

"Just asking."

"You are?" You looked at him and focused your attention on him.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He replied with a smile and shrugged.

"I do not know." You imitated his actions and chose to sit next to him, he contemplated each of your actions and you his. You looked away and saw a family of birds living high above, the mother seemed to be feeding the chicks.

"What is there to eat?" You blurted out, looking at your friend and tapping your foot against the ground of the place.

"Uh, well ... there are many things; apples, grapes, sandwiches ... what would you like to eat? He took the basket in his hands and brought it to you, opening the lid of the basket so that you could see its contents: what a variety!

"For now a sandwich ... Have you prepared all this by yourself?" You took the first one you saw and laughed with an eyebrow raised, taking a bite out of the tuna sandwich you had grabbed.

"It came from an afternoon of inspiration, so yes, i did." He showed his teeth and you couldn't deny that being happy was undoubtedly his best facet.

"This is delicious!" You exclaimed with a nod of approval.

Jonas just laughed.

[...]

You and your partner been talking on various topics of conversation throughout the afternoon, the basket began to empty more and more over time. The sandwich, plus an apple and a couple of grapes had already given you enormous satisfaction. Again you had lain down on the cloth, now putting your arms behind your head and lying it on your hands, while Jonas was walking in circles around the picnic.

Silence. He broke it.

"Hey." He murmured in the distance.

"Yes?" You answered.

"Look at me." He sat next to you and you raised an eyebrow.

"What happens?"

"May I hug you?" He whispered. That question had taken you by surprise from the blonde boy, who was still staring at you.

"Yeah, s-sure." He didn't say anything else and little by little he came closer until he was lying next to you. With the passage of seconds, you both were getting closer to each other, till your breath began to collide with the hairs on his nape.

The sweetness began to take hold of both of them and in a moment Jonas had already rested his head on your chest. Again the world had stopped, not even the squirrels that were walking there dared to make even the smallest noise. He put his arm around your waist and snuggled in, you could feel his breathing getting more relaxed than before. You took one of your hands to his hair and started stroking those golden strands that you liked so much.

"(Y / N) ... " he said in a whisper.

"Tell me." You answered in the same low tone as him.

"I love you."

"How much?"

"Too much, perhaps." He looked up at you and put on that puppy-like expression, his eyes flashing delicately and small smiles beginning to streak across your faces.

"Jonas, I love you too."

[thoughtsfromataco]

Finally started season 3 of Dark... god this show is so good

Here's s2 Jonas