explicitly deciding to romanticize fat body features the way we romanticize being able to see someone’s ribs or the crests of their hips by emphasizing the softness of someone’s double chin or the way their belly moves when they laugh really hard. deliberately choosing to write these things and make sure no one can forget about them not just existing but being beautiful and attractive and the little thing you find yourself thinking about when you’re trying to get to sleep but they keep popping into your mind and making you smile too much to get tired.
ok i know the archives crew avoiding each other is s3's whole Thing but also please imagine the absolute chaos of jon, martin, melanie, and tim aka The Most Opinionated Jackasses On Earth all together whenever literally any media comes up. sometimes when basira gets bored she throws out a buck fucking WILD take then sits back to watch the bloodbath like it's prime time tv
i think perhaps the funniest thing about this episode was the implication of basira climbing down the ladder first, since she gave martin a heads up about a loose rung. so when martin said 'fuck this shit i'm out' and let go, he literally flung himself outwards so he wouldn't crash into her when gravity did its thing akfjlslfr
This has been in my mind ever since I finished the last episode, and now I got to draw it :V
[ID: Grayscale comics about jonmartin in season one vs season five. Jon is a thin brown man with short hair and glasses, and Martin is a fat white man with round glasses.
Jon claps a piece of bread on both of Martin’s cheeks and says with a dour expression: “Martin.” Martin asks: “Jon?” Jon asks: “What are you?” Martin closes his eyes and sighs: “And idiot sandwich.” Jon replies quietly: “What? No, you’re an archival assistant.” Quieter, he adds, “Not a creative writer”.
Jon, now scarred and with longer hair and no glasses, claps a piece of bread on both of Martin’s cheeks and says with a frown: “Martin.” Martin asks: “Jon?” Jon asks: “What are you?” Martin, now with a white forelock in his hair, cocks his head and answers with a wry smile and blush: “... Your reason?” Jon stares at him without changing expression for a second. Then he smiles, blushes, and says: “Hell yeah you are.” Martin laughs quietly. End ID]