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[jitterbug-juno]

Godspeed

[cushfuddled]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAB THAT JONMARTIN ART IM SCREAMINGGGGGGGGGGG

FJDKSLAFJDSADA THANK YOU LMAO I SAW YOUR TAGS AND I LOVED THEM!

[shelovessoftlyarchive]

I hope you have a really great week!

i got really overwhelmed last night and just went to bed, but thank you for being kind. your ask kind of made me tear up a little, frankly; hashing out your validity and having to prove to not only other people but internally whether or not you’re ‘enough’ to be saying things kind of makes you emotional. i hope you have a great week, too. <3

[paleaged]

¿Tienes recomendaciónes de libros clásicos en español? No he tomado una clase por dos años, pero quiero practicar con el idioma, y hasta ahora, solo he leído Una Serie de Eventos Desafortunados en español. Quiero leer mas libros de cada parte del mundo. Gracias si quieres contestar esto, y lo siento por el español malo.

hey!! no te preocupes, tu español está bien :) lo he mencionado en las tags antes pero la casa de bernarda alba de garcia lorca me gustó bastante en su momento, es una obra que trata de el luto que impone una madre a sus 5 hijas despues de la muerte de su marido, y relata bastante bien la vida en la epoca. otra obra clásica es la celestina, es una de las mas célebres, y quizás es como un equivalente español a romeo y julieta pero con un toque mas de comedia tbh

de novelas está el lazarillo de tormes ? que es uno de los referentes de la novela picaresca, pero no me acuerdo mucho de esta la verdad. si quieres algo de cervantes que no sea tan denso como el quijote te recomiendo mucho sus novelas ejemplares, son bastante mas cortas y entretenidas (a ver, hay perros que hablan, no digo mas)

y a ver.... los pazos de ulloa de emilia pardo bazán lo recuerdo un poco lento pero las descripciones de los espacios de la novela son increibles, asi que tambien lo pongo en la lista. algun libro mas moderno que te podria servir es últimas tardes con teresa de marsé, es mas novela romantica pero se lee rapido. y tambien te podria recomendar la verdad sobre el caso savolta pero es un lio de libro, no te voy a mentir.

seguramente me olvido de bastantes pero hace 4 años que no hago literatura castellana lmao . espero que te ayude igualmente!! si necesitas algo mas me puedes abrir siempre que quieras :)

[loumandliker]

Not that this excuses Being A Dick but I do think some of the disk horse about shipping comes from diff definitions of shipping - for some people it’s more like a relationship they would want irl or that would be cute in canon, while for others it’s a dynamic that they find interesting and want to explore, so then someone says “oh i ship jonelias” and means the second and someone thinks they mean the first and is like “wtf is wrong with you”

oh that is ABSOLUTELY it – there is TONS of miscommunication and misinterpretations of what other people think shipping is! ship is just short for.... relationship. its not (inherently) a moral judgement on the fictional relationship, or like, an endorsement of the fucked up dynamics. 

a lot of people for some reason read ‘ship’ and think ‘a relationship i think is good and healthy and want to see in canon.’ which is fine, as long as that definition is used to refer to your own shipping, and not forcibly assigned to other people’s shipping.

just as many people use ‘shipping’ as a shorthand for ‘these characters fucking suck and are horrible to each other! i wonder what horrible things they would do to each other/how dysfunctional that relationship would be!’ and it’s like, at this point you have to purposefully look away to not like, KNOW that

[wild-west-wind]

45, 72, 74

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy, but I read and play more sci fi.

I’m 100% tired of superheroes and can only watch superhero media that very clearly says that the conception of superheroes is deeply fascist, even if their modern portrayals are rooted in stories written and drawn by people who faced significant prejudice.

72. worst subject? 

I did really bad in english class. I liked the reading, and I liked most of the assignments, but I could get on a major perfectionist streak when I was younger and get panicky about the quality of my writing. As a result I got Ds and Cs in most of those classes, except in Senior year, where my english class was all about conceptions of the self. I did well in that. I wrote an entire paper about Battlestar Galactica, and also an essay about Gender that was the absolute eggiest thing in the world.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 

I’ve never been a good judge of pain. Here are three situations where I have or have not taken otc pain stuff:

In 2017 I broke a rib at field camp and continued to hike like 10 miles per day on rough terrain while making geologic maps. I alternated advil and tylenol to take as much as I could.

Right as lockdown started I got a really bad burn on my finger, and it hurt so much I passed out. I took an advil. (It looks fine now but the feeling isn’t totally back in the tip).

In 2010 I was building a set for a performance of The Cherry Orchard, and about 1/3 of the set pulled up off of the ground and collapsed on my hand. No breaks, bad bruises and swelling, and I had to wear a wrist brace. I did not take pain stuff.

weird asks that say a lot  

[acadieum]

horny boys grab your relics! archivists grab your tape recorders! space pirates grab your eye patches! night vale citizens grab your

[gun click noise] now you stay there… don’t come any closer….

[seachanqe]

Ok tma prompts choose your fighter: “spiderweb,” “underwater,” or “obnoxious”

“obnoxious” - technically dasira, but also some jonmartin. You will find mlm / wlw solidarity and non-communication at work!

tap. tap. tap tap tap. tap tap tap tap tap. tap tap. tap tap tap tap.

The incessant, aggravating tapping continues for several minutes, and finally Basira has had enough. She has hard deadlines she set to finish the book she’s currently reading (Metaphysics and Misandry) and to complete research into the locations the Leitner from statement 9851102 was last seen.  

“Will you please stop?” she asks, as nicely as she can, but she can’t help if her words sound slightly harsh and annoyed. Martin had been making obnoxious, repetitive noises for hours now. It was like he was living off Red Bulls or whatever the kids were into these days to stay awake.

Martin visibly flinches, like he has just realized there were others in the room. “Wh–” he starts, and stills his hand. “Oh. Sorry?”

Basira clenches and unclenches her hands holding her book, willing herself to breathe. “Its fine. I’m… just trying to read, and all that tapping of your pencil is getting to me.”

Martin nods his head. “Yeah, s–sorry. No problem.”

Several minutes in blessed silence pass before Basira internally shudders when a scratching sound starts.

Basira closes her eyes, breathes in, and breathes out. “Martin.” After a second, the scratching stops. Basira clenches her hands again before preparing herself.

“Okay, Martin,” she sighs, resigned. “What the hell is going on?”

Martin raises his eyebrows. “I mean… other than the usual horror of our daily work?”

Basira shrugs. “Sure. Something’s got to you Martin, something that’s eating away at you. Seems like you want me to ask you what.”

Martin laughs, uncomfortable, folding into himself. “I mean… I’m fine. Nothing’s eating away at me. I’m fine, really.” Basira raises her eyebrows. “Its just… Jon’s been… gone for a while now, hasn’t he?”

Basira internally rolls her eyes, keeping her face free of emotion. “You’re worried.”

Martin gives another nervous laugh. “I mean, yes. Aren’t–aren’t you?”

Basira shrugs again. “He always seems to find his way back.” When this (unsurprisingly) doesn’t appear to ease Martin’s anxiety, Basira leans forward. “Listen. Martin. Sometimes… well… often, especially now that we work with the Institute and Elias,” Basira says with distaste, “Daisy will leave me for weeks. Weeks, uh, like Jon now.” 

Martin looks at her dubiously. “Weeks. So?”

Basira closes her eyes, in a ‘lord give me strength’ sort of way. “Do I have to spell it out? I worry about her.” Martin nods in a vague sort of way. “Like, I worry about her.”

Martin continues to look clueless until his mouth opens in a comic “Oh”.  Basira’s tired.

“Yes. Like that. So I get it. And it sucks. But I have faith in her, that she’ll make it back to me. And she does, even if I do have to wait sometimes. But its worth it, for her.”

Martin’s expression melts, and she hates it. She doesn’t want his pity, and looks forcefully back at her book. He’s silent for a while, and she thinks she’s finally gotten what she asked for, before Martin speaks up again.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

Basira doesn’t deign him with any response, ignores the claws clutching at her heart, and the room lapses once again into beautiful, lovely silence.