ok here’s the deal. i post this on here and then maybe i’ll crosspost it to ao3 but this was actually originally posted on ao3 in 2022 i just deleted it after like 12 hours for no reason. but anyway
rated T for swearing, No Entities AU wth questionable timeline, GerryMichael <3
It occurs to me that my ideal aroace partnership is like how the animal shelter sometimes calls animals that aren’t even the same species a bonded pair.
They’re not mating, but if you separate them, one of them might die of the Sadness.
Maybe I should just start saying Bonded Pair because the normies get too fuckin’ hung up on the definition of “Queerplatonic.”
AHHH MICHAEL SHELLEY PRETTY BOY SWEETIE PIEEE EHASHAJSHAEEEAAAAGHGHGHGHHHHHHHH AHGHHHHHH okay im normal again. no im not. AAUUGHHH if i met your michael in real life i would swoon and collapse on the floor right in front of him, losing consciousness as soon as i make contact with the earth
Bro me too probably honestly he’s so he’s he’s SOO AA
“so jonathan sims is the hero of the magnus archives?” jonathan sims is the protagonist. there is no hero. except adelard dekker. adelard dekker is the hero of the magnus archives
y'know what? everybody saying anything about joshua gillespie in the notes is also correct. i think dekker would love that guy actually. the king and the prince, respectively.
anyway here’s to disabled people who are not healing. disabled people who are not recovering, ever. people with disabilities that only get worse and worse over time. people who cannot access treatment for their disabilities or whose disabilities simply aren’t treatable. people who know they’ll only get more and more disabled as time goes on. people who know their disability will kill them sooner or later. you are seen, you are important, you are not dead weight, and you deserve support.
all your stuffed animals love you. they’re not sad if they’re in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don’t have enough space. they’re just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they’ll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it’s okay.
Gerard knew that with his boyfriend now being more it than boy, things might be a bit weird. … What was more difficult was that it seemed Michael, whatever it was, didn’t know anything about now being “human”.
aka, the distortion learning about human things and gerry trying to help him
hi. in light of your recent picture of flower michael, i am worshipping him like a dog at the shrine of his lies. my mistresss hath whimsy. hi, i think that art genuinely broke my brain. hi. hi. he is so PRETTYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!! his soft hair his TUMMY EXPOSED!!! the way he moves (scandalous!!!!! scandalous!!!!) THE WAY HE MOVES!!!! PRETTY BOY!!!! his nails....the two short ones....i see them...i see them....i am endlessly charmed. when I stand I shall hit the floor swiftly. my legs will fold. i am a shelleyfella to my core and you are my patron saint. thnk ykuoou oughhhh. i weep and cry.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR NOTICING ALL THE LITTLE THINGS oh friend there will be more of him just u wait :3
Sooo my friend bullied me into drawing self indulgent art of me as an avatar of the web and Gerard Keay 👁👁 I’ve never shipped myself with anyone before, so this is new to me
I love that everyone in TMA is just. Unremarkable. Jon isnt a heroic character; he’s self-loathing and depressed and he exhibits the same self-pity as I do when I’m self-loathing and depressed. He doesn’t stand out for his strength of will or quick-thinking or virtue. He’s a good person but he stops trying to stay human when it gets uncomfortable. He’s everything that a regular person is when theyre trapped in a horrible situation and it’s ugly and insufferable and Real.
@ the anon that loved flowerchild Michael so much:
You summed up my feelings pretty well. That anon wasn't me but gods all over I am so helpless in his image. My legs tremble and my heart aches with how much it flutters upon his visage. The concept alone of such a sweet gorgeous being in such flowing glowing motion
Sooo my friend bullied me into drawing self indulgent art of me as an avatar of the web and Gerard Keay 👁👁 I’ve never shipped myself with anyone before, so this is new to me
I’ve always gone back and forth about whether to picture Martin stabbing Jon in the front or the back because there’s such beautiful symbolic potential for both.
Like on the one had you’ve got the image that they’re cradling the knife between them, both holding it during perhaps the closest thing they’ve had to a true act of free will in a long time. Jon can’t press the knife in, but he can ease the blow for Martin. He can tell him it’s okay, that he forgives him even though there’s nothing to forgive. It’s horrible and painful, but it’s also setting them free. The blood would get on both of them as they held each other, and, at first glance, you wouldn’t be able to tell whose it was.
But then on the other hand you’ve got nothing coming between them, not even this, not even now. It’s Jon being killed by the same person in whose arms he’s currently finding comfort—and those two things are not at odds. It’s the potential that, if the knife is long enough, Martin could cut himself as well, but that doesn’t matter because his heart already broke with Jon’s anyway. It’s two people who have always found it so hard to trust taking the ultimate symbol of betrayal and turning it into a symbol of loyalty.
