#jongerrymartim

[pitviperofdoom]

If u write Jongerrymartim I will love u forever

Then you'll be happy to know that I already have!

It's a mildly Orpheus-flavored fairy tale starring Tim, in which he repeatedly enters a magical dream to rescue the people he loves.

[screeching-painter-witch]

some tma incorrect quotes from this incorrect quote generator i found:

Tim: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one! Martin: Tubular AF! Jon: Mood to the max! Gerry, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it. Sasha, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.

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Tim: *Screams* Martin: *Screams louder to establish dominance* Jon: Should we do something? Gerry: No, I want to see who wins.

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Tim: Martin isn’t answering their phone Jon: I’ll call Tim: Gerry and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi- Martin: Hello?

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Tim: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three- Tim and Martin, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks! Jon: Our turn, Gerry! One, two, three- vanilla! Gerry, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

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Tim: Everyone, synchronize your watches. Martin: I don’t know how to do that. Jon: I don’t wear a watch. Gerry: Time is a construct.

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Tim: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling? Martin: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Jon? Jon: Probably “road work ahead”. Gerry: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

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Tim: I think we're missing something. Martin: Teamwork? Jon: Cohesion? Gerry: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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Tim: Favorite horror movie? Martin: It Jon: Saw Gerry: Annabelle Sasha: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

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Jon: Well, well, well... if it isn’t my old friend: the dawning realization that I fucked up bad.

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Martin, threatening the others with a paintball gun: Listen... Life comes at us fast. We don't know what life is gonna give us... And today, it's gonna give you... a paintball!

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Tim: Time for plan G. Martin: Don’t you mean plan B? Tim: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Jon: What about plan D? Tim: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Gerry: What about plan E? Tim: I’m hoping not to use it. Sasha dies in plan E. elias: I like plan E.

(how did the quote generator know-)

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Tim: Just be yourself. Martin: 'Be myself'? Tim, I have one day to win Jon over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me? Gerry: Couple weeks. Sasha: Six months. elias: Jury’s still out. Martin: See, Tim? Martin: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

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*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’* Tim: Thanks fam! Martin: oh no Jon: *cries* I love you too Gerry: Sounds fake but okay Sasha: *A flustered mess* elias: can i get a refund

[theskymahtin]

Wait wait wait concept: That Post thats like "I hate this picture because everyone is staring zayn but zayn is only looking @ liam" but it's a picture of jon (in place of zayn), martin (in place of liam), sasha, tim, and gerry all sitting around a table and looking on while jon rambles about something and tim and gerry are looking at the picture and gerry says "I hate this picture because everyone is looking at jon but jon is only looking at martin" and tim is nodding in agreement and sasha goes "he only got two eyes" but then it cuts to jon with like 20 eyes around his head

[dheiress]

i've seen your name bookmarking the same ten fics i've bookmarked too what are we

[delilah-briarwood]

your job’s a joke (you’re broke)

Co-written with @bisexualoftheblade

Working at the Magnus Institute was stressful by default. With monsters, mayhem, and potential primordial entities, it has very little expectations for being a comfortable job. However, everyone is allowed to have a little fun sometimes - even an archivist, their assistants, and their really creepy boss. Fueled by spite and a rampant lack of heterosexuality, they all try to balance their work life with a bit of fun and a healthy dose of bullying twelve-times divorced Elias Bouchard. 

Written as part of @tmabigbang

[Image ID by @lcjenkinswriting under cut]

ID:[A digital image of very full bookshelves. The words “your job’s a joke (you’re broke)” are typed across the image in white lucida calligraphy font.] End ID.

[rose-the-emo-cryptid]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Gerard Keay/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist/Tim Stoker, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Jonathan Sims/Tim Stoker Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood, Sasha James, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Gerard Keay, Georgie Barker Additional Tags: Chatting & Messaging, Alternate Universe- Everyone I like lives, Gerard Keay Lives Summary:

Jon gets invited to a groupchat with his coworkers.

[pitviperofdoom]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

When the curse descended upon the kingdom, those he loved were stolen away. Each night, Tim enters the fairy realm in his dreams and fights for their freedom.

My fic for the @tma-valentines-exchange: a JonGerryMarTim and QP TimSasha fairy tale.

For @bisexualoftheblade. Hope you like it!

[dheiress]

He doesn't really know what made him take the lone book from the shelf at the 'Travel Books!' corner of the airport's souvenir store. Gertrude raised one silver eyebrow at him when she sees the plain dark blue book in his hands, "Not planning to sleep through the flight then, Gerard?"

He shrugs at her, grinning that grin he knows she finds impish.

"Nah, just thought it looked lonely in that corner," he says, and he forgets about the book. That is, until he's in the hotel room one ocean away from where he bought it and his hands hit it as they root around his bag for his cigarettes. Unthinking, he pulls the book out and flips it open to a random page.

The man is not a man.

The man is not even a person.

Not really, not in the way that matters. There is blood under his skin, yes, breathe in his lungs and the hum of an ever dying universe in his ears. But all his emotions have long since died as emotions are wont to do when unused, curling into cold balls of fluff that scatter into the fog of a chest when touched.

He is writing words on a white page, loose black loops of the echoes of his thoughts he will later knit into a story that will seem to make sense. But not really, not in the way that matters.

One layer of imagination he thinks he is from being a mere character on a page, on a screen, lifeless except in someone's mind. If he's lucky, that is.

He laughs, and the fog comes out of his mouth in rolling waves like a sea in an angry storm.

(Jon feels Tim's breath on his neck first before the heat of the man's chest permeates though his thin yellow shirt with a bright red chili pattern and Jon's own cardigan to warm his back, raising the tiny hairs there. His hands froze above his laptop's keyboard, eyes freezing at the word 'yaers' that Tim forgot to correct in the new manuscript the Lukases' writer has sent them. A coffee is placed next to his arm and a thumb briefly grazes the hairs on his forearm; Jon breath hitches.

"So last night, huh?" Tim says, light and conversational, as if Jon's face is not heating up at the knowing smile Sasha is giving them from the desk across as she answers the office's phone.

He is saved from answering him when Sasha blinks at something the caller said and calls out to Tim, "Tim? It's someone named Mr. Robinson? He's asking about the debut book of the Lukases' writer.")

((the jongerrymartim au an anon ask had me considering and which has haunted my fever dreams ever since))