The Psychological Horrors Of Reality Dating Shows

The psychological horrors of reality dating shows

Italian Renaissance

History of sandalwood (I don't know why)

Rise and fall of creepypasta on the internet

Roman Empire except none of the fun parts just the boring bits. Also sucks at dates so he keeps on going like "erm somewhere between 275 and 280 uhh 5 I think" it's still very detailed tho

The meaning of Suburbia overture by will wood

Death. but only like. after being completely wasted (having 2 scoops of rum and raisen)

I feel like he at some point had a sociolagy phase as a kid to find out why people didn't believe him about mr spider. He doesn't talk about it randomly but in quiet evenings cuddling on the couch the tv mentions something vaguely and jon pauses to launch into a detailed context

Chinese instruments. had a hyperfixiation on them in colege and to this day he plays guqin songs when he is feeling nostalgic and can't sleep

things that i bet jonathan sims could rant about for hours:

ebeneezer scrooge

the bollywood industry

the mathematical probability of cryptids existing

the existence of poland

romcoms as a concept

junshangs always keeping it real

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a bitch

a bastard

an all around fool

an omnipresent all-powerful being

a sparrow

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capable of moving at immense, incomprehensible speeds

an eldritch being

no one will know which one u chose! :D

We as a fandom have failed for there is no BAMF(badass motherfucker) or Respected tag on ao3 for Jonathan Jarchivist The Archivist Sims

In neil gaiman we trust.

if you’re ever about to comment on a writer’s work and think, oh, they probably know how good they are, you’re definitely wrong. every time a writer posts or publishes anything, no matter how many years they’ve been doing it and no matter how many readers they have, they are struck with the idea that perhaps they aren’t very good at all.

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