Sporadicsharkdeer - Silly Little Guy Time

do you want to know what she sees when she looks at you?

Just Stan being stan

(departure from my usual content, apologies for the self-indulgence)

SPOILERS FOR THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES - SEASON FINALE Lyrics under the cut:

Find a Leitner when you’re eight  Take a job at a spooky place Start smoking again way too late Run back toward the worms to grab a tape Dumb ways to die So many dumb ways to die Spun by the eye-eye-eye So many dumb ways to die Wander tunnels after dark Chop a fractal table into parts Let yourself be framed Shake the hand of an angry living flame Dumb ways to die So many dumb ways to die Spun by the eye-eye-eye So many dumb ways to die Don’t let Michael Crew be polite Find yourself facing Daisy’s knife Get skincare advice from a plastic face Decide Distortion is a good escape Dumb ways to die So many dumb ways to die Spun by the eye-eye-eye So many dumb ways to die Steal a ghost from the hunter’s den Bring a bunch of C4 to The Stranger’s dance Let a man dig in your chest You know, who said you need all your ribs?  Dumb ways to die So many dumb ways to die Spun by the eye-eye-eye-eye So many dumb ways to die Walk into a coffin to save someone Look into the heart of a blackened sun Gouge out your eyes in a half-baked flight plan Step into the Lonely cuz it’s taken your man And when it all comes down the that last ending At Martin’s hand, it’s quite possibly The roughest way to die The roughest way die Roughest way to die-ie-ie-ie So many dumb- So many dumb ways to die Be safe around webs. A message from the Archives.

emails from peter

Fiddleford Friday yay!

i feel like people forget that tim stoker is just. a huge fuckin nerd. like yeah he's Assigned Canonically Hot by Basira, kayaking king etc. but he references iocaine powder from the princess bride! he has a specialist interest in architecture and regularly infodumps about robert smirke to jon! he casually namedrops stanislavski while bantering with sasha! he's got a first class degree from trinity college! he's forever borrowing books from the library! he's able to regularly phish utility companies for confidential information! he figures out where the unknowing will happen based solely off his own research even though the rest of the archival team have been trying for months! anyway live laugh love timothy stoker you wouldve been a great archivist if you weren't so silly at heart.

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.

MOOORE SCOTTISH SAFEHOUSEEEE

(the way I recently found out, that we could have had T E N episodes of "the office romance", before shit hit the fan, but NOOOOO A l e x-)

(Martin's frostbite scars)