some jonmartin sketches!
every entity wants a piece of that juicy martin ass
I did another
this time featuring dragon age au elias and martin
they’re talking about jon. just in case you were wondering
Only love and respect for these two
i’m loving the idea people have been throwing out that the lonely turned martin’s hair white
but hear me out-
it’s all completely white except for a streak at his temple where jon grabbed his face and tucked his hair behind his ear when jon was coaxing him out of the lonely
So as a person who has worked at coffee for a couple years now, I’m going to exercise my authority and make an Indesputable List of TMA Coffee Orders. I will not be accepting criticism as I am correct, thank you.
lets go home.
I personally like to think Jon goes full cat mode affectionate during the safe house time. And I’d also like to personally think Martin is never expecting it
This was supposed to be a doodle but then I spent like hours on it so here have martin before the new episode comes tomorrow
the patron who set their username to this is my hero
Ok but think about Helen and Michael both hanging around Jon and Martin
Michael: doors, but make it fashion!
Helen: fashion, but make it doors!
Martin: look if you could just tell me where you hid the kettle
(Also plz imagine that “one of us always lies and one always tells the truth” thing…but…both of them always lie…Martin is never going to see that kettle again)
what a concept!
Realizing that Sasha really was the best archival assistant if only because the alternatives are Melanie-put-down-the-knife, Tim-please-just-sit-the-fuck-down, and Martin-no-we-can’t-kill-everyone
Alt. click-bait title: Spice Invaders! | Basira likes her food hotter than the sun. Elias decides to hold a potluck. These two statements are unrelated.
Or are they?
Despite the…extenuating circumstances under which Basira, Daisy, and Melanie joined the Archives, after a while, things carried on fairly normally. Fairly.
Things were tense for a while. They weren’t exactly friends.
It wasn’t until Basira brought in a lunch from home did that change. It was in one of those soup containers used for travel. She was sat at one of the desks in the open office space in the archives for lunch, one of the books splayed open so she could read and eat.
Jon passed by with his own food a little while later, which he’d heated up in the microwave, but glanced at Basira’s food as he did so, and froze, debating if he should say something or not. Daisy wasn’t around, though she wasn’t around a lot these days. Off running errands for Elias. Jon only worried because it was common knowledge to everyone who worked in the archives that Daisy didn’t exactly like him. He just didn’t want her to yell at him for talking to Basira.
He’d stood there, thinking so long, that Basira noticed and looked up for her book.
“Did you need something, Jon?” she asked. Wordlessly, embarrassed to have been caught, Jon pointed to her food. “Nihari. Leftovers.”
Jon held out his own food for her to see, an eagerness in his eyes Basira hadn’t seen before. “Biryani,” he said.
people just pick jon up and throw him around like a football. “little man” fuck yeah he is