A/n: I’ve never tried writing for Jonathan or any Stranger Things character before so I’m open to any criticism or feedback you have!
Being good friends with the friendly neighborhood outcast was always an interesting time, even if you weren’t particularly well known in the student body either. Most of that being thanks to the fact that you spent almost all of your free time in the library, and when you weren’t there you could most likely be found at home, painting or tending to your plants.
But it wasn’t that people didn’t like you either, they just didn’t particularly know you very well, but the ones that did were incredibly fond of you. One of them being Steve Harrington. He was the closest you could call a friend among his own group, he was one of the few who didn’t constantly ask you for with history or english homework or if you knew the best possible way to grow roses for an upcoming anniversary.
That being said, Steve still wasn’t your only close friend, the other Jonathan Byers, the infamous outcast mentioned earlier. You’d had known him for over two years and in that time you two got to know and understand one another. He preferred to observe people from angle that was less warped by personal perspective, thus why he was constantly taking pictures, they only showed the truth about people.
And your reasons were a little less poetic. You just would rather spend your time with your books and plants as opposed to the usual pleasantries that was expected of the average teenager. The two of you had a mutual understanding of one another, and thus a friendship was formed.
Though as time passed, the lines began to blur between companionship and deeper affection for Jonathan, though it wasn’t really a surprise for him. He’d never had someone in his life who understood him so well, apart from his brother but even then there were some things that made it seem you were the only one whom he could talk to of.
However, his shy and more reserved nature made it more of a problem to confront his feelings for you, so he instead preferred to admire from afar and keep it to himself until he had more confirmation about how you felt him.
And while he knew he was more obvious in his fondness for you, as his mother so kindly pointed out one day after you had left his house one day when you had come over as always until your parents would return from work.
“So have you told her yet?” Joyce asked him as she leaned against the kitchen counter.
Jonathan looked from the small pile of polaroids that he had in front of him. “I don’t know what you mean?”
Joyce held back the laugh and strolled over to the dining table and plucking one of the photos from it’s spot before Jonathan could move it away from her. She flipped it over and with a triumphant smiled she showed the photo to him, a candid of you pouring over a History textbook while your reading glasses slowly descended down the bridge of your nose.
“Are you sure about that?” Joyce mused.
Jonathan quickly felt the heat crawl up the back of his neck and it slowly made it’s way to his cheeks as he quickly took the photo from his mother and hiding it away from her. “It was a nice angle.” He mumbled quietly.
Enjoying the newfound embarrassment she was bringing to him. Joyce’s eyes swept across the other photo’s he was trying to hide with his arms. “Really? Is that why you took six of them?” She said with a profound amount of amusement in her tone, only meaning to tease him.
“Please don’t say anything?” He asked helplessly.
Joyce shook her head and crossed her heart. “Not a word.”
“Oh damn.” You said as you scavenged through your bag for your scarf, letting out an annoyed sigh once you realized it wasn’t there. “So much for that.”
“Here.” Jonathan said, taking off his own jacket and placing it on you. “You can borrow mine, I’m not that cold anyways.”
You laughed after he put it on. “No kidding, this is like an oven here.” You said looking over at him with a grin. “You know you’re pretty warm.”
Jonathan smiled and looked down at the gravel. “Yeah, Will tells me the same thing every time I let him wear it too.”
“How is he anyways? Still holding up fine?” You asked him curiously. You had only met Will a few times, anytime you were over at the Byers he was at the Wheeler’s. And during the whole ordeal whenever he was missing you were out of town, and you only received minimal details of what had happened. That being said you were extremely fond of the kid and he looked up to you because of your mutual love for science and art.
Jonathan looked sideways for a second, seeing the genuine look on your face made him feel all warm in his chest. “He’s doing fine, thanks.” He told you, looking up at meeting your eyes for a second before he looked shyly back at the ground. “You know I’ve been meaning to-”
Steve’s voice came calling from the front of the school doors and both you and Jonathan turned to find him coming out of the library doors and jogging up to where you were.
He pulled a bundle of bright red fabric from behind his back and shot you a wide smile. “You almost forgot this.” He said, handing it out for you.
“Oh thank you! I was just gonna get it from the lost and found tomorrow.” You told him, wrapping the scarf around your hands.
Steve shot you a wink and saluted. “Not a problem, I’m always here to help a damsel in distress.”
The two of you shared a laugh before you waved him off, turning to find Jonathan looking pointedly at the ground. “I didn’t know you were with Steve.”
You sighed, knowing the history the two of them had. “He wanted a little extra help with the English assignment and I offered him some help.”
You played with the ends of your scarf for a few seconds before walking up to him and wrapping it around his neck. “Don’t be cross with me, he’s just a friend.”
Jonathan’s eyes fixated themselves on the sudden color around his neck and he smiled. “I’m not mad.” He assured.
“Good! Now come on, I wanna go say hello to your mom.”
“Fine, I’m keeping the scarf though, I think the color suits me better.”
So! Today, I was helping a very…how should I put it, meticulous(?) customer and before he left, he asked me if I was the boss or supervisor because of how professional and knowledgeable I sounded on the phone and to him 😶
I’m sorry, my dude. I am only a pleb who likes learning things ahh but you made my day ;v;
have you watched The Roundtables video (The "Just Enjoy the Show" Argument and Steven Universe - Vox Box)
Well, I just watched it because of this ask, and I gotta say … Definitely an eye-opener! It was interesting to hear about criticism from that perspective.
I really hope I haven’t come off as that “just enjoy the show” type of guy. I’m fairly sure I’ve pushed the fact that criticism is okay and healthy everytime we bring up this subject.
I’ve simply been expressing how tiring it has been for me, personally, when I’ve really been enjoying the show in contrast to a lot of other people lately with all these critics just flooding the fandom en masse.
I have qualms with SU too! I’m pretty sure everyone does. In fact, I’d probably make posts about it too if there weren’t so many other people doing it and taking it so seriously instead of having fun with it.
There are SU crits who do have a lot of valid points, and their view is just as important as anyone else’s. I’m actually a lot more likely to read a crit post if it’s brought up with that kind of concern and confusion, instead of another one of those ‘Peridot is shrinking’ or ‘Lapis is too bright’ posts.
I guess another thing is a lot of SU crits give off this high-and-mighty air that just rubs me the wrong way? But that’s just a personal thing.
Either way, I’m still enjoying the show, and I’m still a positive blog. But I’ll try to make it more clear that I’m calling out baseless, drama-seeking, SU-hating crits instead of critics who express concerns while still enjoying the show.
tl;dr - Don’t love the show so much that you can’t see it’s flaws. Don’t hate the flaws so much that you can’t see the show.
How did you start your art, what was your inspiration
Ohh that’s a bit long to explain :0
So I’ll put some pics to make it more dynamic :D
I started drawing around 11 years old, things like Sakura Card Captors, Pokemon or Sailor Moon (Yeah I still have all my drawings, I like to save everything I draw), and of course, I sucked at it.
At that time I really enjoyed drawing, but I didn’t drew very often, maybe around 10 times per month until I turned 14. When I was 14 I met a friend who liked animes, mangas and drew like me. The both of us agreed that making our original story would be fun so that was the moment where I started drawing more oftenly: OC’s, characters from my own story (well, a lot of stories tbh), practicing manga panels, a bit of buildings (lol now that i see those things i’m embarrased how much i sucked at it)
My artstyle changed a lot of times, since my style depended a lot of the current series I was watching at that time (That was my inspiration). In the middle of that year (Still 14, almost 15) my friend recommended me Fairy Tail.
I really felt comfortable with Hiro Mashima’s style but even if I wasn’t very good imitating his style I was pretty satisfied with my draws. The problem was my non-existent knowledges of anatomy and perspective. I never tried to drew with base lines (like circles for the head, and lines of proportion) until I was 17-18, I was such a dumb head TuT
And well, the end is pretty predictable: I stopped drawing OC’s and my own manga for doing fanarts for FT around 2 years ago (But I’m trying to return with that tbh!). And with a lot of practice (Sometimes I can draw for almost one day, literally) I reached my actual level .
i’m currently hiding my long hair and wearing a baggy sweater so my boobs aren’t so prominent. on a daily basis i appear as a female and theres no possible way for me to somewhat pass as male without a haircut. with my parents being completely against the lgbtq+ community, very old-fashion baptists, i can’t get a haircut and be myself until i go to college in fall of 2018.
i came out as trans in march of 2015, two years ago. i had short hair then and i was still growing as a person. but things got so bad with my parents over time and i’m not allowed to have my hair short and i’m forced to dress femininely. a month ago i even got moved to this tiny private school where we have to wear uniforms. skirts. every single day. and it is so easy to just go along with the way things are. it’s so easy for me to wear makeup and dresses and pretend to enjoy it, when in reality it makes me want to die, and this femininity on the outside is all bullcrap. it’s not me.
this strategically angled picture is me. i am not a girl. i am a bi transboy, but how is it possible to be a boy and happy when i’m living like this? it’s not. a lot of the time i want to continue bad past habits, and most of the time i want to leave this planet. but i know it will get better. if my happiness will do nothing but disappoint my parents, and the rest of my family, then so be it. i will make them happy now by having long girly hair and pretending to be feminine, but it can’t last.
when i get out of the house i am shaving my head, i’m not wearing dresses, and i’m not going to be the girl they want me to be. i’m going to get gender therapy and i’m going to get on testosterone. but for now, i’ll suffer through this shit.
and to any other young trans kids out there who live in abusive/discouraging homes, and aren’t able to be themselves, it will be better. it sucks, but you will not be under the ropes of the small minded people in your life. you will be who you are inside.
1. Boom x3 - Got7 2. Fingertip - GFriend 3. Bebe - Lovelyz 4. Dunk Shot - Nct Dream 5. Arabella - Arctic Monkeys 6. Falling For You - Exo 7. Be The Star - Pristin 8. Love Letter - Seventeen 9. Young Forever - BTS 10. One More Weekend - Against The Current
It’s still pretty freaking gross to act like randl, two straight men, who probably were homophobic themselves, experienced any level of homophobia.
Just because you are straight does not mean you can’t experience homophobic harassment. Look at how close these two are, how long they’ve been together, and where they came from - you really think they haven’t experienced some homophobic harassment in their time? So let’s not compare and belittle the types of homophobia that are out there. Homophobia is wrong and awful no matter what the reason or target it is. The weight, severity and length of the suffering it causes varies greatly no matter what your sexuality is, but none of it is unworthy of awareness. Also it’s pretty gross to assume they are or were homophobic without knowing so, and we don’t know if they are straight. Raz and Britt covered that point more fully in their response though.
Oh, they’re so strong for being friends and standing up to this nightmarish toxic masculinity of the south! how brave they are to DARE to wear skinny jeans, pierce their ears, skinny dip with other guys! these things only serve to prove how little they were ever affected by homophobia in the first place.
I think the many MANY LGBTQ youth that are judged and bullied for they way look, act and dress on a daily basis would disagree with minimizing this aspect of toxic masculinity and homophobia as an issue.
Sexism and homophobia play a big part in toxic masculinity, because it reinforces stereotypes and the idea that femininity is wrong/less than masculinity. A guy wearing a pink shirt might not seem like a big deal to you (because in all honesty it isn’t, it’s just a shirt and colour) but in the face of a society that still favours patriarchy It IS important. It is brave to combat toxic masculinity, until such a time that society realizes how not a big deal it is to do things like wear colours or feminine clothes. Just because someone might go through tougher times than them and be forced to exhibit larger bravery doesn’t mean that these smaller things aren’t brave too.
Also is every victim of homophobia and toxic masculinity automatically going to stop being themselves? You can be affected by homophobia and wear skinny jeans. You can be affected by homophobia and wear baggy jeans. You can be affected by homophobia and wear a dress. No one responds to hate in exactly the same way, and I would applaud anyone who can keep being themselves despite going through that. I would also applaud anyone (straight or LGBTQ) fighting to stay strong even when they are too scared to be themselves. Every time Rhett and Link (or any male) does something unapologetically feminine it’s a huge F-YOU to toxic masculinity and homophobic stereotypes, and I support that 100%
I miss him so much. I don’t know when I’ll see him again. I’m so far away from him. I didn’t know it could be this hard. How could I have known? I just want to run to him and never look back. I want to hold his hand and hug him tight and kiss him with everything I have. But I can’t. And it hurts so bad.
I see couples everyday, doing all of the things I want to do, but I can’t. We can’t. I don’t understand how in some couples, they can treat their partner like absolute garbage. How can they fight over the dumbest things when it’s not going to matter in 5 minutes. How they can cheat on their partners and expect everything to be fine. How they can go to bed angry, without talking about what’s wrong and fixing it. It’s baffling. You have someone who wants to spend time with you and get to know you and love you, and yet you walk all over them.
I wish I had what others had. I wish I had my love with me right now. I wish it every day when I’m awake and I dream about it every night when I’m asleep. I want so bad to wake up and realize that this is all some sort of nightmare, and he’s right next to me, telling me it’s ok. But it’s not ok. And he’s not here.
Yes, we message every single day, and he made my world so much brighter. He tells me the sweetest things, things I never thought that I would hear. We laugh at the dumbest things. We have so much fun together for being so far apart. We have never fought, not even once, in the five months we’ve been together. I know that five months may not seem like a long time to a lot of people, but I treasure every single moment I have with him. And I know that the reason we don’t fight is most likely because we never see each other, so we have nothing to fight about. But sometimes, I get a little annoyed with him, like when he sleeps too much after playing games and watching videos all night. But you know what, it’s fine, I’ll never be angry. Because it doesn’t matter. He can do whatever he wants, I’m not his mother. And I still love him no matter what.
All I want is for him to be happy. He is one of my best friends. I love him with everything I am. And I miss him…