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dcvina-claires · 9 months
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please put emphasis on platonic soulmates in media. on unconditional love and loyalty based off of pure friendship. on heart wrenching breakups between best friends that change their lives. on knowing someone else better than they know themselves. on being a shining light for each other and finding happiness in the darkest places. on fighting side by side until the end, because a lover may visit your grave but your best friend will be in there with you
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sulietsexual · 1 year
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EDIT REQUEST MEME @kateemcintyre​ asked The 100 +  8 ∟ Favourite BROTP
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okmcintyre · 10 months
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Jasper tells Raven about Monty before t100, as they try and guess his password
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freikdreinaslaw · 1 month
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Harper : why are you following me
Monty : because we’re dating now
Harper : okay… but why is Jasper following me?
Monty: we’re a package deal
Jasper: yeah, buy one idiot get one free
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kinetic-elaboration · 7 months
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Make a Lot of Money and Feel Dead Inside
Multi-pairing and gen: Octavia/Raven, Murphy/Raven, Jasper/Monty, Jasper/Octavia, Bellamy/Clarke Multi-chapter Rated M
Summary:
For many years, before being bought by adventurer, survivalist, and author Octavia Blake, the house at the edge of town sat empty…
On Halloween, eight old friends gather in a Victorian manor house for their annual reunion. As the night wears on and a heavy storm breaks, stories are shared, accusations are made, spirits are contacted, and secrets come to light. Before the clock strikes midnight, one of them will be dead.
The other seven will be left to wonder: who among them is the killer?
And then Halloween will begin again. And again and again, until the mystery is solved and the murder averted at last.
Written for Troped Time Loop 2023 Round 2 @troped-fanfic-challenge
Theme: Holiday (Halloween)
Tropes: Time Loop, Murder Mystery, Multiple POVs, Fake Dating, One Character is an Author
READ ON AO3.
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montyluvsjasper · 1 month
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Jonty is my roman empire. Those are my boys.
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michaelcerasource · 1 year
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Upcoming projects for Michael:
2023:
Black Mirror season 6 - June 15th
COMMAND Z - July 17th ONLY on https://extension765.com
Barbie - July 21st
The Adults - August 18th
Under the Boardwalk - October 27th
Scott Pilgrim Takes Off - November 17th
Dream Scenario - December 1st
2024:
Life & Beth season 2 - February 16th
Sacramento - In Post-Production
Christmas Eve In Miller's Point - In Post-Production
Sausage Party: Foodtopia - In Production
A24’s Jonty - Currently in Pre-Production
The Phoenician Scheme - Production begins Spring
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lvcygraybaird · 2 years
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THE 100 ⇢ 3x08 | TERMS AND CONDITIONS
What else could Monty have used as a password? You mean other than the 500 ideas I've already come up with? Just think. Don't overanalyse. Whatever it takes, Jasper. Just keep trying. What's Monty's favorite color? Green. It's a joke. 275 iterations, not it. Favorite book. "Catcher in the Rye." Where do those ducks go, anyway? Keep trying.
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cowlovely · 2 years
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The 100, 4x11 “The Other Side” // Supernatural, 15x18 “Despair” // House M.D., 8x21 “Holding On”
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sindrom3s · 2 months
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HELLO i don't think anyone in this fandom is alive but!!! made a jonty playlist because i cant stop thinking abt them
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belltaviasbff · 1 year
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jasper: if i say i love you, will you say it back?
monty: yes
jasper: i love you
monty: it back
clarke to monty 10 minutes later: ummmm why is jasper crying on the floor
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nopenothanks9 · 11 months
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I hc that Jasper and Monty aren't that touchy with people they don't know but as soon as they like someone they get physical. This can even be seen a little bit in the show with their hugging tendencies and stuff.
I hc even more that Jasper and Monty are CRAZY touchy with each other. Even when they both have other girlfriends- they are cuddling and kissing each other on the forehead and constantly touching shoulders or knees or standing behind the other with their chin on their shoulder. They just love to be close to each other
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theafictionados · 2 years
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Every Afictionados Best Line Award (Robyn)
The 100 Episode 316: Perverse Instantiation Part 2
by the Afictionados Podcast Network
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okmcintyre · 1 year
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Monty + watching over Jasper in MW
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freikdreinaslaw · 15 days
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monty and jasper make me wanna go insane and tbh i feel like theres not enough people who talk about their dynamic!!! like yeah we all know theyre besties but wheres the deranged jonty posting smh.
JONTY DESERVES BETTER AND MORE ATTENTION.
In fact I think Monty in general needs more attention, he’s such a badass character who never frays from his own morals and he deserves a massive hug
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kinetic-elaboration · 10 months
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June 19: Jasper/Monty, 16th Summer
Jasper/Monty in the Southern Gothic AU for @backpacktheory. Thanks for the request Tried my best with this one, though I kind of struggled with it.
~980 words, written in about 40 minutes
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Their sixteenth summer, Raven teaches them how to drive, using her pickup truck and the flat, pale grassland in front of her house. Monty gets behind the wheel first. Raven rides shotgun, and Jasper stretches out in the bed in back, staring up at the sky sketched over with thin, pearly wisps of clouds across a shimmering blue, feeling the truck describe circles and awkward, bumpy squares as Monty practices shifting gears and making turns. He takes them up and down the rutted dirt driveway and then onto the paved road that leads eventually all the way back into town, and Jasper holds on tight to the edge of the truck bed, only the white grip of his pale fingers visible like a creature crawling itself free, when they take the first wide turn too wide. "What are you doing?" he yells. "Trying to throw me out? It's like I'm riding a bucking bronco here!"
He can make out the sound of Monty laughing through the glass of the back window, and Raven's hard-edged, clipped voice giving another command. The truck dips briefly off the shoulder, and then rights itself again.
The next day, they switch positions, and Jasper fumbles with the clutch as Monty sits in the back, yelling alternating jokes and encouragement, clapping and whooping when the old truck finally bumps forward. Its wheels crunch over the dead and flattened grass.
The seasons stretches still long and dry ahead of them, threatening fire in the underbrush.
Some days they spend right up through the late guttering of the evening at Raven's place, helping tend to her lawn, cooking dinner with her, for her, in the kitchen in the back of her house, the first of the slow-rising old mountains looking over them through the window above the sink. Bits of colored glass hanging there catch the hot and shimmering light. The air grows warmer and heavier still with the heat from the oven and the stove.
They get their licenses just in time for one summer road trip: a ritual to end the season, a pushing at the boundaries of things. Monty drives because he likes it more. Jasper sits next to him in the passenger's seat, cranks the window down and sings along to the radio, lets his hand ride along the waves of the cool breeze they create. Oh it's still devilish hot in late August, and barely any rain still for weeks. The stillness that everyone is trying to break, with their sprinklers, the hiss and click of them, and their standing fans whirring, and music through the open windows of their houses, the stillness comes with a sort of language of its own. Monty isn't bothered. When Jasper can't stand it, he comes over and lies on Monty's floor and picks up every quiet sound he can discern, bug noises in the garden, the creaking wooden frame of the old house.
They drive out to the next town over, which is bigger than Arkadia, and noisier, dusty gray sidewalks and sizzling pavement beneath their feet, wander into record stores and book shops and spend an hour in an antique store with a host of strange and byzantine, crowded rooms. In the narrow aisle between some creepy porcelain dolls and half-complete sets of old dishware, Jasper crowds against him, and Monty wraps an arm around him, and he thinks about the dishes they'll put in their kitchen when they're older and how far away and how close older seems, all at once.
On their way home, they pick up sandwiches, and picnic on the side of the road, just outside of town. The twin billboards loom large over them. Monty tips his head all the way back to stare at the closer one, how it intones to him The Devil Is Real in faded old text. A distant warning echoing through time. Jasper's hand is holding his, half-hidden in the grass.
Almost no breeze and almost no rain, but sometimes the air seems to ripple and breathe around them, and the grass bends lazily over itself, and the long highway stretches without a curve in sight. Only one car has passed them, this whole time. The sun shines unclouded and bright, skimming over the tops of the tallest trees, and the heat presses in, and he breathes deep and feels it heavy in his lungs.
The Devil.
He'd give everything to know what is real.
"It feels like you can see forever," Jasper says, all of a sudden, and Monty follow his gaze and sees that he is staring down the long road home. His eyes flicker then to the trees, and to the rounded mountain peaks, and then into the tall grass that whispers and rustle at the highway's edge. He can't see the billboards, because his back is to them. But Monty can feel, as if it were in his own chest, every hitch in Jasper's breath.
Sometimes they just feel it, like a pressure or another sense. The sense that they are not alone. If it's the Earth itself or another presence, if it's just the growing pains of learning and understanding, of feeling out the edges of this knowledge that, sometimes, it feels like only they in the whole history of the world have ever found, he doesn't know. It's a whisper on the skin. It's a dread feeling in the pit of his stomach, a sickness, a craving.
He holds on tighter to Jasper's hand.
Where Will You Be When He Comes Again? the other billboard asks, a warning, a taunt; the edge of it is ripped, where half a cross still stands, and through a hole in the corner, Monty can see straight through to the blazing hint of sunset on the other side. Where Will You Be?
Where is he now?
They pack up their stuff and head on home.
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