research era!jon , my beloved 24 year old with a literature degree
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research era!jon , my beloved 24 year old with a literature degree
Research era Jon
someone on a previous post about tim reblogged with the tag 'op im gonna throw you in the coffin' and in response, i bring you: jon, and tim's death (or: how jon fails at coping)
tim was probably jon's first friend in the institute. they were similar, tim grieving and throwing himself into work. i know a lot of the fandom paints tim as this always cheerful and or angry person, and someone with loads of friends, but. but he was grieving and desperate and i think he saw jon as a kindred spirit, and took jon under his wing, a little.
they weren't best friends, no, but they were friends. jon had a friend.
and then he wakes up, not human and tim dead. dead and gone and there's not even a grave he can go to, because let's be honest, tim's body was probably blown to bits. (not that jon would go to his grave. jon wouldn't think he was worthy of being able to visit someone he failed so badly.)
tim is gone and sasha is gone and martin is basically gone with how entrenched in the lonely he's become, and he and melanie are too similar and basira is too suspicious. jon is alone and it's his own fault, really, because jon ruins things.
and jon needs to do something, otherwise he'd lose himself in his grief. he occupies himself with statements and tasks and trying to rectify what he's done (but he knows he can never truly make up for the atrocities he's done).
thus, bringing in the "so use me" quote that my friend screams at me about every time i bring it up. jon is desperate to be used, because being used = being helpful in his mind, and he is so desperate to do something good for once.
in conclusion: get some fucking therapy, jon.
might put together a research jon cosplay who’s gonna be my research tim and give me a little kiss on the cheek 👀
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It’s my first time writing jontim by myself. Jon’s going through some stuff on the other end of those messages. They’ll make up by the end, I swear on my life.