Photos. Let’s just get this out of the way here and now.
Photos of you, photos of the two of you, photos of you with his family –
According to Jonathan, there can never be enough photos of you
Well, he never outright says it, but you can assume such from his actions
Depending on how you are with getting your photos taken, there can be a
mix of what kinds of pictures of you Jonathan has an abundance of
If you enjoy it, you model and pose quite a lot. There’s plenty of goofy pictures of you that were done to make him laugh
If you detest it, he tries to respect your wishes. Honestly, he does.
But sometimes you just look so beautiful and natural and that profile of
yours looks so right in this lighting and just –
*click* “… Did you just take a picture of me?” “I’m sorry..!!”
Meeting *because* of said profile looking great in lighting
You were honestly probably just getting some reading done while walking
to your car/the bus/however you get to and from school. Jonathan
happened to look your way, saw you, and became incredibly smitten
Normally he’d just take the picture he wanted with or without the
subject’s awareness and move on with his day. With you, however… He
felt different about doing that. Almost ashamed in himself if he did it
without your awareness, or even permission
Nancy looks in the direction Jonathan has been staring at for nearly an
entire minute and immediately knows what’s going on, suggesting that
Jonathan just go talk you
Of course, Precious Picture-Taker™ is too shy to do it, so Nancy tries
another route: Gently pushing him towards you until he’s about halfway
to where you are
He was about to give up and walk away but you looked back at him just
before he could. Poor soul froze and could feel his heart beating so
fast it felt like it was encased in ice. Meanwhile, his face was growing
warmer by the second
Jonathan was incredibly tongue-tied when you asked if you could help
him. Nancy had to step in and say he was doing a senior project for
photography and that you seemed to fit the criteria he’d told her about
His face said “What?”, his eyes said “Panic!”, but his heart said “Thank you, St. Nancy.”
After you two became a couple, you would occasionally tease him about how shy and cute he was being over “little ole you”
Him making you breakfast
It’s already a part of his regular routine, so if you spend the night at the Byer household or arrive there in the morning on the weekends or even school day, you can trust that there will be a fourth plate laid out and stacked with food for you
If he goes to pick you up in the morning to go to school, he packs you a bag with a breakfast burrito or breakfast sandwich
Being involved in a two-headed mother hen of a relationship
You’re protective of your lanky prince, always trying to get him to sleep more, making sure he’s dressed warmly in winter when he goes out to take pictures
You’ve stood up to many bullies and unsavory people on his behalf, much to his dismay (and much to his poor heart’s horror)
This includes his father, whom we will discuss later
Jonathan, however, is virtually the same with you. In fact, he might even be even more of a mother hen!
If you’re begging him to put on gloves and a scarf, he’s darn-well making certain that you’re doing exactly that – even when it’s not that cold out
God help you if you sneeze …
He carries a mini first-aid kit in the glove box of his car not long after you two begin dating, which he’s glad to have done after you once got a splinter during a walk
You’re pretty sure he just plain likes feeding you because even beyond packing you breakfasts (which he makes because he thinks you aren’t being healthy enough), he’s always offering you snacks or has some on standby
Jonathan isn’t a confrontational person, but he will throw fists if somebody speaks ill of you
(To be honest, as upset as it makes you to see him hurt, you need to admit that there’s something attractive about seeing him get animalistic
Clarification: Jonathan is definitely the bigger mother hen
Developing a big sis-type relationship with Will and his friends
You learn a bit about Dungeons and Dragons for his sake before realizing it’s pretty fun. You want to join the group at some point, and agree to do so after Mike’s current campaign is over so that you don’t feel like you’re intruding
You inherently become protective of Will and make it your vow to mess up anyone who dares mess with him
Jonathan quietly appreciates this
Joyce adoring you and always ready to save a spot for you at the dinner table. The Byers household ultimately becomes your home away from home
She’s just so happy that her eldest son not only has a significant other, but one who treats him properly and embraces his oft ridiculed characteristics
(However, if you spend the night or anything, she still would prefer his bedroom door stay open. Just an involved mother’s preference)
She always makes sure you go home with a plate of something
Since Jonathan is the photographer, there aren’t too many photos with which she can embarrass him with – doesn’t mean that there aren’t any at all, though
The first time you meet Jonathan and Will’s deadbeat father, you try to hold your tongue. However, the keyword here is “try” because you ultimately failed
The moment that bastard uttered a single word about Joyce and/or her boys, you were hot as a studio light
You were cussing and screaming and calling out as though you were getting paid for it, growing hot in the face
Meanwhile, Jonathan stood there for a few moments, completely gobsmacked: Even when faced with ridicule back in Hawkins, he’d never seen you so pissed
When he finally comes back to reality, however, his instincts kick in and he gently ushers you away.
He can’t tell why his face is red: It’s not embarrassment, he decides, but maybe it’s a little closer to shock, pride, and … excitement?
Double dates with Nancy and Steve
Nobody telling you about the Upside Down or anything that happened until at least a year into the relationship
You’re not exactly upset that such information was withheld. How could you be when you’re too busy being horrified at the trauma everyone has surely gone through
As a result, you become a lot more affectionate towards Jonathan, always nervous that somewhere deep down he’s still very much frightened over his experiences. Speaking of affection, though …
PDA being a very quiet, tame thing between you two
Jonathan, being the closed off person that he is, isn’t necessarily going out of his way to show PDA in the way that most of your peers are.
At most, he’ll peck you on the lips or hold your hand. But in every peck and every hand-holding moment, you can feel the growing love he has for you, never allowing you to doubt his intentions even once
In private, Jonathan still exhibits slight hesitancy to show bigger, more emphasized forms of affection towards you, often fidgeting when you two are sitting together and watching a movie
He may need some encouragement or a clear sentence where you consent to him wrapping an arm around your shoulders
Once you get him cuddling, though, Jonny’s as comfy as a kitten in a sun spot.
Nothing will stop him from nuzzling you and quietly sighing with content
The boy loves neck kisses, giving or receiving. He won’t do the former as often due to his shyness, however. But you rarely let this stop you from placing a quick peck on his own neck to receive a slight shutter or him turning his blushing face elsewhere
Jonathan can’t help but feel like any nickname he gives you sounds awkward falling from his mouth.
At most, he’ll call you “sweetie” or “honey” but he often winds up sounding so unsure or clumsy about it that you can’t help but giggle about it
You, however, go nuts with naming him things and he doesn’t seem to mind: Jon-Jon, Jonny, Jon Boy, Jo-Jo, Baby, My Tired Puppy, Jon-Bon, Stieglitz, Picture Perfect, etc. (After 1983, you begin referring to him as Jon Bon Jovi sometimes)
Blasting The Clash from his room when you’re over or when it comes on the radio in the car
Jonathan becoming so used to your bizarre comments and conversation topics that he’s barely phased by them anymore
He plays along with them, even offering genuine input when you ask for it
He never wants you to feel like you’re too strange or your thoughts are invalid – he knows that feeling all too well and would never wish that on anyone he cares about
As such, he invests himself into every conversation you have, even if he may not have any real thoughts on the subject matter. But if it’s important to you, then he at least needs to make an effort
Helping him prepare his portfolio for his NYU application
Jonathan was honestly a little nervous about telling you that his dream school was NYU – most wouldn’t imagine a shy, quiet guy from a town like Hawkins to be able to make it out of the neighboring cities, let alone to such a prestigious school in a big city.
His little heart did an entire gymnastics routine of shock and complete glee when, after he told you, you gained expression on your face and told him that you needed to start immediately to create the perfect portfolio
In the end, a great portion of the photos wind up including you in them or some aspect of you or something Jonathan later admits he finds symbolic of you
You want to ask him why, but you kind of already know: You’re his muse, simple as that
Enjoying just that: Life with Jonathan (when it’s not involving the Upside Down or whatever else is out there) is simple.
Not in a bad way, but in a sweet way, the kind of way that makes you think of cute diner dates on Friday evenings, walks for ideas for photos on Saturdays, baked pies for Sunday dinners.
The sweet feeling of holding hands as you walk down Main Street, making idle chitchat
Life with Jonathan feels like you’re eternally wrapped in one of his sweaters – which, much of the time, is plenty true
Always being so proud of him and knowing that you two are a team, be it for fighting against the supernatural odds, or for fighting against the more difficult parts of reality
He’s your weary-eyed prince, you’re his knuckle-bearing, fire-tongued princess
So I think it’s time this fandom had a sit-down and talked some things out. Today’s topic: ableism. Before all of y’all start jumping on me and dismissing me and trying to say I have no right to talk about this, let me tell you a bit about myself.
I was born with spina bifida. For those of you that don’t know that is, it’s when a baby’s spinal chord and nerves don’t develop properly. I had my first surgery to help this condition when I was eight days old. The excess amount of scar tissue in my lower back had begun to wrap around my spinal chord, which for obvious reasons is dangerous. I had the same surgery when I was four years old, and that’s when my life changed forever. I’d been able to walk before using a leg brace, but due to a mistake by the surgeon, my left leg was left paralyzed. I was a normal (and I hate using the word normal here, normal is an absolutely useless construct of society, but for lack of a better word at the moment, bear with me) kid, mobile and able to move around as I pleased, and then I couldn’t. I’ve been using a wheelchair since then. I’m not telling you guys this because I want pity. I don’t. I’ve accepted it as part of my life, and I love myself just the way I am. This little explanation is here so you guys can understand exactly where I’m coming from when you read the rest of this post. So with all this in mind, here goes my not-so-little rant.
DISCLAIMER: I will be calling people out in this post and tagging them because I am done. 1000%, completely fucking done with this fandom. And if this causes a shitstorm, fuck it, because this needs to be said and this fandom needs to learn to stop being hypocritical pieces of crap.
I love these books. I love Sarah’s writing in general, and I would read literally anything she wrote. These books, Aelin’s story, Feyre’s story, are so important to me. I don’t have words to describe how much they mean to me. I love talking about them and healthy and constructive conversations about them. And some of the jokes that have been made by the fandom are some of favorites. I’ve made some of them myself. I’ll joke alongside all of you about wingspans and gold nightgowns for as long as you want.
I want to make something perfectly clear: this rant is in no way a reflection of my thoughts about her books. This post is exclusively about the fandom’s disgusting behavior.
So let’s start with this post that I saw earlier.
Disability is not kinky.
For those of you that can’t understand that, let me repeat it.
Disability is not kinky.
DISABILITY. IS. NOT. KINKY.
This whole post is horrifyingly ableist. And before you guys start claiming that “I have disabled relatives, I can’t be ableist!” (@rowan-stole-my-heart, I’m looking at you. Remember that conversation last year? Nice to know you’re still disgusting), that’s like saying “I have African-American friends, therefore I can’t be racist!”, which is such an inherently flawed line of arguing that it would require a whole other post to address, so I’ll just say don’t try it. I can’t even begin to fathom the mental process all of these people went through to think that this was even remotely acceptable in any way, shape, or form, so let me break this down and explain to you why this isn’t.
This, my horrifyingly inconsiderate friends, is a form of fetishism. According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, fetishism is the pathological displacement of erotic interest and satisfaction to a fetish. Now that you know what that is, let’s move on.
This whole fandom has been complaining about a lack of diversity in Sarah’s books since I joined the fandom. Diversity doesn’t just mean POC, which is exactly what this fandom conveniently forgets. Diversity includes POC, people with mental illness, people with physical disability, LGBT+ people, and so much more. And when Sarah finally adds someone who embodies a slice of that diversity, you all have the gall to reduce his situation to sex jokes. All I can say is how dare you.How dare you reduce someone’s life and reality to a kink, to something to be made fun of, to something that spices up your dash and makes it NSFW just because you wanted to make fun of a book cover you probably weren’t satisfied with. In doing so you are insulting the thousands upon thousands of people that are in the same situation. You’re reducing them – reducing me – to a fantasy that you can use and then dismiss the next moment, without regard for anyone’s feelings. Do you have any idea how difficult of a topic sex is for people with disabilities? We are laughed at for wanting sex. Our anxiety when it comes to that is ten times that of any able-bodied person, simply because we don’t fit into the box that society wants to shove everyone into. And you’re making it that much worse because you have the audacity to think the fact that someone can’t move their legs is funny.
It hurts. Reading that post hurt like hell. Because in your eyes – in society’s eyes – people like me aren’t human. We’re just something to ride, right? Yeah, I didn’t miss that little gem of a comment, @readinglikewildfire.
And because I know this is coming, no, Chaol isn’t just a character.
But you know what, I get it. It’s just sex, right? A small joke made, no harm done.
You’re perpetuating yet another harmful concept cooked up by a disgustingly ableist society. Sorry, but your privilege and utter ignorance are showing. I will concede a bit and agree that we can treat fiction for what it is – something that isn’t real – up to a certain point. But you guys just crossed a line. For those of you saying that you feel guilty for laughing, you absolutely fucking should, because this shit isn’t funny.
The fact is if that post had been making fun of race or mental illness, then the fandom would have ripped these people to shreds and they would have been reported many, many times over. But it’s not, and instead I can count on my fingers the number of people that stood up to say this was wrong, because it’s just another wheelchair joke, right? Who cares? To those that did, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, especially @throne-of-omg-the-feels and @midnight-wonder. It’s nice to know there’s still some hope for humanity left. And to @nerdperson524, I agree with you. People do need a laugh, even those that live their lives stuck in chairs. But that post? It’s downright offensive.
So that’s it. I’m done blowing things out of proportion, as some of you will say. If you think I should have approached you privately and messaged you about this instead of publicly calling you out, then maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t have PUBLICLY insulted mocked degraded an entire subset of the human population. And maybe that makes me a bad person. It certainly means I’m not being the bigger person. And I could honestly care less. I am tired. So sick and tired of constantly being the bigger person, of just staying quiet when I see things like this because what’s the use? The entire world is filled with this shit and it’s not like I can fight every time I see this kind of injustice. Nothing’s going to change, no matter what I do. But this? This is where I draw the line. Congratulations.
I get that a lot of people really like the “we need to consider the consequences of science” theme in fiction, and I do as well.
However, I get very uncomfortable that innovation that can be twisted into something evil, must necessarily and inherently be evil.
Fitz did not create The Framework. He created a Virtual Reality training exercise, in order to help train new agents without anyone getting hurt. (Which, as far as I recall, was an approved and sanctioned SHIELD project that Jemma knew about and liked.) And we currently have Virtual Reality technology that exists in our world, and as I understand people are using it for all kinds of really good things:
helping terminal patients get to do things on their bucket list
help people terrified of flying disconnect from the world
create beautiful fictional worlds for people to immerse themselves in as a way to enjoy their time (just a step above 3D movies??)
possibly teaching first responders how to deal with really traumatic situations
And those are just current applications that people are trying to improve and develop. There are TONS more applications that involve HELPING and improving people’s lives. Because you can potentially create an evil Matrix with virtual reality doesn’t mean the technology is inherently evil.
If I recall correctly, Fitz’ job in SHIELD is to keep creating things that protect SHIELD agents and improve the way that SHIELD runs. Nobody complains about the containment module he created to help protect Inhumans? Or any of the other countless things he’s invented to help SHIELD? (Even though I’m certain if someone thought hard enough, they would be able to find an evil version of all of those.) The reason Radcliffe was able to build AIDA is because Fitz developed a realistic prosthetic hand for Coulson to improve his life. Should he not have done that?
Yes, of course, it’s important to consider the consequences of the technology you create. But blaming a character for having someone else completely make a new, evil version of their technology with a mystical evil book that didn’t exist when the character made that technology is a bit far-fetched.
So as you might know, it is currently nearly 4-fucking-am in the morning where jack lives, and anywhere from 8 to 11 pm in the (continental) United States, so what’s with all the crazy times for the Anti stuff to show up?
He’s wearing us down.
Not only that, he’s INSURING that we’re going to have to stay up for it. Changing captions? Adjusting thumbnails? He’s not doing it on accident. He’s keeping us constantly on our toes. If we sleep we might miss it: that one caption change, that one post he’ll alter back before we wake up. Anti’s keeping us desperate and on edge. We’re trying so hard to prepare for everything we’re not going to be prepared for anything. After all, isn’t that what we were taught? That “sleep is for the weak”?
He wants us out our lowest, at our least ready to fight back. He wants us so tired, we’ll be glad when he finally takes over.
But we WILL surprise him. Because we CAN do it. There’s literally millions of us, spread across every time zone on the face of the earth. And we’re all on our guard.
Cause if Anti thinks we’re going to break down that easily, he’s got another thing coming.
But this is when she was doing assassin shit.
(I know I have a million other things to finish, but I was in the mood to play with lighting (which I’m failing at))
IM ALSO PUTTING OFF MY COSPLAY WORK.
HI 430AM HOW ARE YOU!?
Blonde hair is fun to paint btw.
Hi, I have a question : how do I know if I'm ace? For example if I have never kissed someone how do I know I don't like to kiss someone? Maybe is a stupid question but I'm new on this blog
“how do i know if i’m ____?” is a very common question that many people ask themself and / or others at one point or another and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. despite being a common question, the answer to that question isn’t a simple one and will differ from person to person because there is no one “true” answer, imho. the following is just my longwinded personal opinion.
before i attempt to answer your question
i’d like to point out that whether you like or don’t like kissing is not an indication of whether you’re ace or not. if you don’t like kissing then you simply don’t like kissing, which can be true for someone of any orientation. similarly, someone of any orientation can like kissing, including aces.
replace “kissing” with “sex” and the same is still true.
different people define asexuality differently because it means different things to different people, but imho asexuality is no different from other sexual orientations in that it’s descriptive of who someone is or isn’t (potentially) sexually attracted to and says nothing about the actions one finds enjoyable (or not). besides, a person doesn’t have to be sexually attracted to someone for kissing (or sex) to be enjoyable and a lack of sexual attraction is not required for kissing (or sex) to be something you don’t like.
while it’s certainly true that there are aces who do not like kissing and / or sex, for whom their experience with kissing and / or sex and disliking it (or worse) may be intrinsically connected to their asexuality / how they came to identify as ace, i hope that a lack of experience will not detour you from identifying as ace if you think that you might be ace.
to answer your question (finally)
how do you know if you’re ace? the same way that i myself and countless others know that they’re ace: “ace”, “asexual”, “gray asexual”, “demisexual”, etc resonate with you and you feel comfortable enough describing yourself (or being referred to by others) as such enough to identify as such. in other words, you adopt that word / identity for yourself because you decide for yourself that that’s who you are.
there is nothing that qualifies you (or disqualifies you) as ace. there is no surefire way to know whether or not you’re ace.
there is no way to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you will never experience sexual attraction even if you have yet to experience it.
hell, sometimes it can be difficult to know whether or not you’ve ever experienced sexual attraction to some degree or in some way. sometimes it’s simply impossible to know for sure and yet other times you may not even be sure what the hell this “sexual attraction” even is.
and that’s okay. all of that is okay.
every single one of us lives in the present, not the future nor the past. uncertainty is natural. you do not need to know anything for certain. furthermore, you do not need to know how you may feel in the future to identify as something now because it feels right to do so now. even if you were to identify as ace (or anything else) now, but in the future something were to change for you that makes ace (or anything else) less relevant or comfortable for you, that’s okay. use whatever word(s) / identity(/ies) feel right for you at the time and discard the ones that don’t. every experience you have (or don’t have) is valid regardless of whether that experience changes for you later in life. there’s absolutely no reason to hold one’s breath for future possibilities that may never come, simply roll with them if they do.
tl;dr because i’m longwinded as hell
if the thought that you might be ace resonates with you, why not try it on for size? in other words, try identifying as ace (even if only internally to yourself) and see how it makes you feel now. don’t worry about the future. if you happen to find that ace feels “right” or comfortable for you now, then hey! you might be ace. sometimes it’s not actually a matter of “knowing” whether you’re ace or not, but rather deciding if “ace” is meaningful as a word / identity for you. no one knows you better than you know yourself and sometimes it’s difficult to know anything for sure and that’s okay. just roll with your feelings, figure out things as you go and use whatever word(s) / identity(/ies) happen to feel right for you / be helpful. i’m pretty sure that that’s what all of us are doing. :)
like, here’s the thing with justin and his recent weight loss. it’s fine to congratulate him on his life changes, it’s fine to be happy for him and to support him for being healthy. those are really good things.
but that’s not what i’ve been seeing from fans. what i have been seeing are comments about how good he looks now, about how much weight he’s lost, how much better off he is for it, how good the beans have been to him. not a single comment about the simple fact that he’s eating healthier in general. nothing about how he’s doing tae kwon do and clearly enjoying it. eating healthy and sticking to an exercise routine aren’t easy things when you’re not used to them, and the fact that he’s been enjoying himself and becoming healthier in the process is great.
but that’s not what anyone cares about. what people care about are the numbers on the scale, the fact that he looks slimmer now. not his overall health and well being, which are the really important factors here. would people even be commenting on his lifestyle changes if he weren’t losing weight? would people still be as vocally supportive if he gained some of his weight back but stuck to eating healthy and exercising? my guess is, from lots of experience, probably not.
and that really drives in the message that we see so often and in so many places that for a fat person, the ultimate goal is always to lose weight. that no health related victory is really a victory unless we have the numbers to back it up. that really, the most valuable thing we can do is lose weight. that, undeniably, fat people are always more attractive when they’re skinnier. and i’m so, so tired of it.
I really didn’t intend that last post to be my, uh, last post? I got so sick that I ended up in the hospital for a bit, and I wasn’t really in any state to make another post for a while. i’m not 100% better, sorry to say. They still don’t know what’s causing all the problems, but hey, I can move around again so that’s good.
But, yeh, hi. I’ll be around a bit. Mostly trying to catch up on things and try not to freak out about lack of funds. But I’ll have some doodles up, maybe?
I hope you guys are doing okay, and sorry for being absent for so long.
i can’t believe you’re already twenty years old! wow… it feels so weird, getting to grow up with you and watch you mature even though we’re only a few months apart. do you feel weird being older, too? do you have any of the same worries i do? it’s been four years since you debuted, and you’re so grown up now. and you’re only twenty years old! look at how much you’ve accomplished. did you think you would be where you are now a year ago? or when you debuted? it’s so hard to imagine we’ve made it this far as your fan, and i can only dream of understanding how it must feel for you. you’ve come so far, and you’re only going to go higher. it’s a privilege to be able to watch you soar the way you have.
when i first clicked on that video of you dancing so many years ago, i knew there was something special about you. i will never stop being thankful that i found you and that i found bangtan, because the years i’ve spent with you are my happiest. you have always been and always will be my most beautiful moment in life. you’ve inspired me to pick myself up out of my worst moments, lift my chin up, and move forward. i’ll do what it takes to keep living if it means i can follow you forever, even if i can’t go everywhere you can. you inspire me to run when i can’t fly, walk when i can’t run, crawl when i can’t walk. and it isn’t easy, we both know that, but i will always try for you. as long as you continue to live doing what makes you happiest, i’m happy. it doesn’t matter what else is happening in the world or in my life, your smile is the only thing i need. thank you for being you, jeongguk. i don’t know where i would be without you. i hope today and every day following fills you with as much happiness as you give me just by smiling. thank you.
my sweater smells really good right now but i know if i wear it for the day it won't smell as good and i'm afraid that i'll never be able to get this smell again.
i look so cute right now but no one wants to go out but you know what? fuck them i deserve to show the world my beauty.
yesterday i cried while making toaster strudel. i didn't cry because of the toaster strudel i cried because i saw a stray cat and he looked so lonely.
i am so talented in so many ways but people can't seem to see it? sure, i almost set my kitchen on fire making noodles and lost my dog while walking it but doesn't everyone?
sometimes i wish i wasn't as loud and extra but then i realize that that's my brand, my gimmick it's what people are gonna remember me for.
it's 3:55 am and i just heard a loud noise i'm not sure if it's a murderer or a tree but either way i'm still not going to be able to sleep.
i hate and love when people tell me what to do because on one hand i like being independent and strong but on the other i forget how to tie my own shoelaces
some days i feel like i'm 80 and other days i feel like i'm 4, like one second i want to sleep for nine years and others i just wanna yell about everything.
i thing i could be a better person. not in this life but maybe another. i could be reincarnated into the nicest fucking bird in the world and everyone would love me.
i'm tired of people thinking i'm depressed because i don't smile. like i'm not sad it's just i don't care about what you're saying and i'm thinking about ducks.
i wish it wasn't weird for people my age to go trick-or-treating because now if i want candy i actually have to buy it with my money. i wish i could still dress up as a furry and not be judged.