āCeaseless watcher, turn your gaze upon this wretched thing.ā
Eye daddyās favorite conduit
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āCeaseless watcher, turn your gaze upon this wretched thing.ā
Eye daddyās favorite conduit
Gerry Keayās final statement
Jongerry burning Leitners together. Jongerry shotgun kisssing. Jongerry research era. Jongerry office romance (feast for the ceaseless watcher if you ask me). Jongerry doomed soulmates. Jongerry right person, right time (their 30 minutes of conversation was perfect, profound, enough). Jongerry following a drag path in the form of each mention in the statements. Jongerry.
Sorry for knowing everything. As if the eye didnāt force me to see. Oh, what is the level of grotesque information are you comfortable with? Should I be your personal guidebook and shut up when you donāt need more information then? Would that make you happy? Should I always be aware how much you want to know and adjust the level according to your need, but not too much because thatās an invasion of your privacy? Iām not comfortable with killing especially knowing that it doesnāt make much of a difference in the end, though. Oh, you want me to kill people because they pissed you off while Iām going through psychological horrors in my head? Thank you for not hitting me this time.
I love how the concept of avatars in the magnus archives is literally: what if anyone can become a demigod as long as theyāre evil enough? You know what, hell yeah, finally something I can get behind. Iām so sick of the nepo babies nonsense in other shows.
i can't believe he was only 3 apples tall when the horrors got him ā¹ļø
thought about him a bit too hard the other day and felt physically ill. send help
Jongerry. Jontim. Jonmike. Jonmichael. Jonoliver.
Come to us. I open the door.
Every time I think of ending it, I think about Jon the Archivist Sims. Then I pick myself up and live on. Do it for the archivist.
I miss Jon... Like I know he's there, I can re-listen to the podcast, I can read my favourite fics, I can draw him... But I miss him somehow still
Pairs of intersecting lines
(Yapping under the cut)
The only person in the entire podcast capable of truly loving Jon for who he is without deconstructing him into desirable and undesirable parts is Gerry
Jongerry my beloved
The concept of shipping my blorbo with literally anyone except his canonical boyfriend.
Sounds little familiar
Jontim
UGH drown me in fics of Clark saving Bruce from imminent death
Thinking about this one Khmer song that is just peak yearning and suddenly I have the urge to write something based on it. Though not as beautifully put as in the original language, I did manage a rough translation, and it goes like this:
How I want to meet and talk to you, just to tell you how much affections I hold for you. Please have mercy on my heart that has been harbouring such feelings for you for so many months and years.
Did you know, my love, that my slumber has been plagued with torment all day and night? These blows of the wind bring upon the painful awareness of my loneliness and my estrangement, and how my heart aches.
Please grace me a response, just a word, just something to help me quell this pain. Otherwise, I would just wither away like flowers long past spring. Please, my dear, just say you love me too.
We are at the end of the line here, so please, please say something now. Whatever regards you hold for me, whether you⦠love me back or not, just say it, lest I grow ill and let death take me away while still waiting for your answer.
Ahhhh, and what if I spin this into a superbat oneshot of Clark yearning for Bruce to the point he canāt properly function without him, what then. Of Bruce pining after this unassuming reporter from his sister city that heās constantly reminded of how flawed and broken he is. Would work great in a No Power au because outside from some once-in-a-blue-moon interviews, what other reasons would they have to cross paths?