[ID: A digital drawing of Jon rescuing Martin from The Lonely in MAG 159. Jon is a thin Persian person with long, greying hair, various scars, and stubble, and he is wearing a loose blue sweater over a darker turtleneck. Martin is a fat Black man with short coily hair that is dissolving into fog, glasses, and stubble, and he is wearing a purple button down. The two are touching foreheads and their hands are interlocking fingers in the foreground. Jon is pulling Martin closer by the back of the neck and smiling tearily in relief. Around them swirls bits of fog with various dialogue between the pair of them. In the corner of the image is a picture of a frowning slug from Star Wars, captioned “live slug reaction” in all caps. End ID.]

genuinely cannot believe the first MAG 159 art I’m posting is for this fuckign meme but in my defense college has me on my last legs of sanity so :)

slug-less version under the cut for my partner specifically bc i Know they hate this (affectionate) 🥰🥰

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AAAAA AT LAST!!  Here it is!!  My piece for the @seasons-in-the-archives gift exchange!  ; w ; @thekisforkeats THIS GOES OUT TO YOU!!  It has been such a pleasure to get to know you, and you are such a phenomenally talented and inspirational person!  <3  I truly hope you enjoy my unabashed fluff and archives crew x Stephen Sondheim songs!  HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

here’s my gift for the secret snowflake event for @seasons-in-the-archives! this is for the lovely Vessar, who asked for anything jon related which i was delighted to do! 

i also took inspiration from a convo they had in the discord about an au where jon is a barista who can’t make tea but martin keeps coming back anyway because jon cute…. this is also set in the holidays after they’ve known each other a bit! i hope this matches what you want!

[ID: Three comic pages featuring Jonathan Sims, a British Indian man with wavy salt and pepper hair in a bun with glasses and wearing a button up shirt with an apron and the sleeves rolled up, and Martin Blackwood, a fat white man with short curly hair with freckles and glasses wearing a long sleeved sweater. The comic is in grayscale. 

Page one: A dark-skinned hand, presumable belonging to Jon, sets down a cup on a table. In the next two panels, Martin looks down, then up, with question marks next to his head. The next panel shows the back of Martin’s head, looking at Jon, who with a neutral expression says “Drink it.” Jon has a small holly pin on his apron. The final panel is mostly dialogue, Martin saying: “Wha-”, Jon saying “Tell me what you think. Hurry up, I’m wasting break minutes for this.” Tim, an east Asian man with a grin cuts in, saying “No you’re not~” to which Jon responds “Shut up Tim.” 

Page two: There are three panels in quick succession showing Martin hesitating over the tea, taking a sip, and being pleased by what he tastes. The background in these panels goes from light to dark, the first panel having a dark expression whereas the third has exclamation points over his pleased expression. A picture of Jon, smiling with his head tilted onto one hand and leaning on the table, cuts into the third frame. Martin says “What is it?” and Jon responds “Peppermint tea, we have it for the ‘holidays’.” Jon looks fond, looking presumably at Martin. In the next panel Martin looks considering, saying “It’s not bad, actually?” and is cut off by Jon in the next panel, who is standing at the table he and Martin were seated at, shouting “HAH!” while pointing at Martin before saying “I told you your advice was unnecess-”

Page three: Martin continues in the first panel, saying “It does feel like the sugar is choking me, though.” Martin is smiling, looking at Jon with one eyebrow quirked in the panel. In the next panel, Jon looks like the meme of Jamie Lee Curtis holding a finger up, looking contrite with his mouth shut and a finger held up as a speech bubble says “…” besides him. The next two panels show a simplified version of Jon and Martin at the coffee shop table, where Jon goes from sitting to standing, with “…” over both panels. In the final panel, Jon is saying “That’s just the holiday spirit,” as Martin laughs in response, “Hah!” The two of them are once again seated at the table, Jon with his chin rested on one hand and the other elbow on the table, and Martin with both arms on the table, one holding the teacup and the other holding his arm. They are both smiling and blushing, Jon looking fondly at Martin and Martin laughing with his eyes closed. End ID]

[ID: A digital illustration of Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives. He is a fat white man with short curly hair dyed pink and a scar across his throat, wearing a purple jumper. He grins, looking to the left. Little hearts are doodled next to him. End description.]

Love of my life <3

scottish safehouse fanfic or something

[image description: five sketchy greyscale drawings of jon and martin walking through the scottish highlands. there's a faint overlay of fog all over them.

the first is a shot of their boots walking down a pathway bordered by grass.

the second is a closeup of jon linking arms with martin, who's holding a thermos of tea, their faces not shown. text on a black border on the bottom says, "ARCHIVIST: Quite foggy out here."

the third is a closeup of jon's face looking at martin. he says, "Are you warm enough?"

the fourth is a closeup of martin's profile, smiling down at the ground. text at the bottom says, "MARTIN: Oh, yeah, I'm fine."

the fifth zooms out to show jon and martin embracing with their backs to the viewer, looking out over the highlands and the sea. martin continues, "I'm just perfect." end id]

Santa is on strike due to global warming.  All presents this year will be delivered by Sasha the Christmas Tiger.  Milk and cookies may not be sufficient.

“MUST BRING PRESENTS TO GOOD CHILDREN”

“Yes good”

“AND EAT THE BAD ONES”

“Wait no”

“EAT THEM”

“sasha no”

@burstofhope the Christmas tiger is watching

She is making a list

It is not easy with her paws but she is making it

shes almost here

Okay fine this is the ONE Christmas thing I will reblog before Thanksgiving BUT THAT’S IT

SASHA’S BACK ON MY DASH!

Y’all better behave, you have two months

You better watch out

You better watch out

You better watch out

You know, thinking about it, I imagine the Leverage crew are pretty philanthropic. Parker might have had to be introduced to the concept (”You just give them money and they go away with it? How does that work?”) but probably once she got her head around it she’d be into it. 

What gets me is how god damned frustrating it would be to work somewhere that one of the Leverage crew supports. Nate would be okay, he’d just make small monthly gifts to ten million different organizations so that nobody thinks he’s worth very much (he doesn’t own his home and he gives such small amounts monthly that Development writes him off as an earnest but low-capacity donor who should get a thank-you card around the holidays). It’s probably a bigger inconvenience to him because he’s on every nonprofit mailing list known to man. He has so many address labels, guys. (I don’t want to be Nate but I am Nate. I have so many address labels.)

Sophie I imagine has an extravagant alias for every charity she supports; she gives outrageous amounts and in return demands only attention and adulation, tickets to all the galas, and to be in at least one photo in every annual report. We have a donor like this – she’s genuinely invested in our work, gives generously of her time and money, is never rude or demanding, but if she’s in the room all eyes must be on her at all times. I actually really like her but constant exposure could get…tiring. 

Eliot just sends enormous, anonymous checks once a year through a shell company or DAF, which while not unusual would be irritating in that they can’t ever reach out to thank him and/or steward him into a larger gift appealing to his interests. They can’t even send him dumb swag! He deserves a charity-branded bottle opener and keychain flashlight! (He has stolen all of Nate’s, but they don’t know that.) Still, they’ve probably got a fun nickname for him; I have a few people in my research files who are simply named after characters from Greek mythology because that’s all the data I have or am allowed to store. 

For a long time Hardison just dumped money into the bank accounts of his charities of choice, seamlessly, invisibly – it just APPEARED in the account, and he was cool with that until he checked back after a few years and found none of his money was being used because they couldn’t figure out where it was coming from and were worried it was a clerical error despite the bank assuring them otherwise. Now he still dumps money into the accounts but he entertains himself building an elaborate digital paper trail so that the accounting all works. Have you ever watched a Gift Processing office try to balance a nonprofit’s books? Sometimes they cry! Don’t be mean to them, Hardison. 

Parker, bless her heart, just leaves bags of money on the doorsteps of random employees with notes directing how, in general terms, it should be spent. If she’s particularly pleased with the climbability of their home, she leaves a donut for them, too. Generally if she mentions she’s done this to the crew, Eliot calls up the charity to assure them that the large bag of cash was a legitimate donation and is not some kind of money-laundering scam. (That was ONE TIME Eliot, and the IRS didn’t even NOTICE.) This happened to me once. A tiny old lady in a Cubs jacket showed up to our office with a backpack full of money and it was a very intense morning. 

Anyway, what I’m saying is that every year, across the span of roughly two weeks, Hardison’s Nana’s church gets their regular $25 check from that nice Mr. Ford, a visit from the very devout but slightly weird Madam Sofia who wants a private choir recital, an enormous check from a bank in the Bahamas with no name attached, a large direct deposit from a heretofore-undiscovered bond the church invested in a decade ago, and a large bag of cash with a dozen donuts on it and a note reading THANK YOU FOR THE NEW ROOF IT WAS VERY SLIPPERY AND FUN. PLEASE BUY STUFFED ANIMALS FOR CHILDREN WHO NEED STUFFED ANIMALS. 

jason todd, who grew up in poverty, would absolutely Destroy bruce over tipping. Because for a lot of minimum wage workers, it’s their only source of income! so when Bruce tries to tip a waitress 20$ on a coffee order? think again bitch, make it 50$.

bruce: *tries to tip a waitress 100$ on a 15$ meal

jason: oh so youre stingy now, huh? gonna pay in pocket change next time? there are no ethical billionaires under late capitalism.

bruce, adding another hundred: jason please people are staring

jason: you stingy ass bitch you think youre better than everyone dont you.. you fuckin batbastard

bruce after tipping 1000$ @the dunkin donuts drive thru: pleazz jason theres people behin

jason finds out that B only left a $50 tip and makes him pay the waiter’s rent

jason: the french revolution had the right idea when they beheaded all the rich bitches 

bruce, frantically calculating a 600% tip: please son we’ve talked about this

@russianspacegeckosexparty

hehe

"superman knows everyone's secret identity because he can see through masks and eavesdrop anywhere, batman knows everyone's secret identity because he's the world's greatest detective, and wonder woman knows everyone's secret identity because she has a magic lasso" is fine and all but i think it's funnier if clark makes an active effort not to look through masks because he thinks it's rude, bruce knows despite making no effort because they're all actually terrible at keeping secrets, and whenever diana wants to know someone's identity she just asks bruce and it never occurs to him not to tell her

dude seeing these Mega high quality images of the surface of mars that we now have has me fucked up. Like. Mars is a place. mars is a real actual place where one could hypothetically stand. It is a physical place in the universe. ITS JUST OUT THERE LOOKING LIKE UH IDK A REGULAR OLD DESERT WITH LOTS OF ROCKS BUT ITS A WHOLE OTHER PLANET? 

LIKE THIS JUST LOOKS LIKE IT COULD BE A PERSON’S BACKYARD. LIKE YEA A LITTLE DUSTY MAYBE THERE WAS A SANDSTORM BUT THAT’S COOL I’M JUST GONNA WALK DOWN TO THE STORE P S Y C H YOU’RE ON MARS BICH!

i hate to be rude and intrude on this post but we have decent pictures of the surface Venus too! 

#venus has a low render distance

See also below Saturn’s moon, Titan. Mars has a blue horizon at sunset so it looks even more Earth-like in this image:

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Also: Comet 67P/Churyumov–Gerasimenko

So it’s not quite snowing on Churyumov–Gerasimenko, unfortunately; the white specks are artifacts of cosmic rays impinging on the CCDs in the camera, as well as a rotating starfield in the background (since the comet is spinning). A few specks could be dust. But, holy shit, that’s the surface of a comet. That’s a spot you could in theory cling to for dear life sit down on. The Cliffs of Comet 76p are a place. 

If that isn’t the neatest shit I don’t know what is.