I Was Gonna Make A Joke About How I Say “I Need To Go The Circus Again” The Way People Used To Say

and when the web is spun, will you find yourself the spider or the fly?

sexymen and trisha dont discriminate between the sinners and the saints ig

i still haven’t started my s5 relisten

One of my favorite things about The Magnus Archives is how we're initially introduced to two characters: One who is an Archivist who is very scholarly, curious, and observant. And the other is a kind man who likes to make tea and is said by multiple people to have no survival instincts.

Then as the series goes on the kind man with "no survival instincts" is slowly reveled to be someone who is quite cunning and manipulative when he needs to be. He's consistently shown to be one of the smartest characters in the series, and he pulls off some pretty impressive feats like playing Peter like a fiddle for the majority of season 4 and having enough foresight to put an end to the apocalypse in season 5.

Then there's the Archivist. While he is very book smart, most of his street smart plans rely on ✨vibes✨ and the phrase "Gee. I sure hope this works!" He got lost in the tunnels where his boss was murdered. He has been kidnapped an unreasonable amount of times. He read a statement about a binding ritual trapping a creature to a table and decided to hit said table with an axe.

Martin and Jon are such good subversions of their character archetypes and it's so fun to think about. Martin, who tends to be portrayed as the worst assistant in season 1, ends up making logical choices even when they contradict with what his heart/gut instinct wants. Meanwhile, Jon, who is first portrayed as this guy who is "logical to the point of skepticism," ends up spending most of the series making choices with his heart and/or gut instinct. He's not great at using his head when push comes to shove, but he's usually trying to make the choice that feels right in the moment.

Jon and Martin's growth throughout the series takes them in opposite directions that break their archetypes, and that makes the series so much more enjoyable to me. It wouldn't be the same if Martin hadn't burned the statements in front of Elias or if Jon hadn't broken into Gertrude's flat, and I do love how the "logical Archivist" is genuinely one of the most unhinged characters in the series by like... season 2.

The Magnus Archives fanart, the Rituals.

The Watcher’s Crown, Everchase, The Scoured Earth, The Unknowing, The Last Feast, The Risen War, Extinguished Sun, The Great Twisting, The Silence, Sunken Sky, The Awful Deep.

WE GOT THE WHOLE ARCHIVAL STAFF LETS GOO!!!!

Look at my children! MY PRECIOUS CHILDREN!!!

forget-me-nots

couldnt decide what looked better

Fiddleford Friday yay!

So.

I listened to one episode of tma last night.

Guess the episode based on how insane I went:

Time has stopped. I listen to one episode of this and suddenly all time stops. What do you mean it’s only been an hour? What do you mean that just being reminded of them turns my inner voice into theirs? Into his?

My mind tries to fill itself with static to maybe rid itself of his voice. Of their voices. Go back to what it once was. But it won’t. There’s no going back on a promise that you shouted out to the world. The voices of the people inside this glowing rectangle in my hands will be waiting. Each day I will go back and each day I march closer and closer to oblivion. I have his speech pattern down to a t. I have the voices tuned like the ones in the machine, able to be twisted and distorted, but never truly being mine.

The music itself is trying to drown it out. But it won’t. It knows the voice. Any time it is mentioned, it shudders. There is a dread behind it all. That it will end. Each day I listen, I walk ever closer to oblivion. I walk into the open arms of death, of life, of chaos, of fear. This whole ordeal, this monologue, spoken through the mouth of a man who has no control over his mind once a tape begins to play, all spawned from something simple. A set of six voices. The Book Burner. The Catalyst. The Replaced. The Ignition. The Lost. The Archivist. Six voices, a creaking cabin that threatens to swallow them whole, a world slick with the blood and choking cries of the survivors, and an ever so invasive god peering down and watching it all. He may not know it, but something exists beneath his skin. A power that wants to be released. If one misstep occurs, if anything goes wrong, the shell will burst. And nothing will be able to stop what emerges. Not even the one who raised the larvae, and prepared the resting bed for the cocoon. He too will be forced to face the monster he has created. But that can wait.

58 days. Maybe less. But no matter how long it takes, it will continue. And it will end. As I march, ever forward, toward oblivion.

art by @lailas-in-space (from pinterest)