#martin deserves everything

[the-munster-mash]

[Image description: An illustration in the style of a religious icon/tarot card of a redheaded man wearing a light blue jumper (Martin Blackwood). He is holding a bloody knife as though it were a holy relic. There’s a tear running down his face, and he’s gesturing towards a group of eyes as though calling down their vengeance. There is a silver halo with grey clouds behind his head, along with a light blue halo in the style of a spider web.]

The next person to be sanctified in our new post-eyepocalypse religion: Saint Martin, the Deliverer. He would be a heroic figure to those left behind: he called for the smiting of monsters, he severed the link between the Fears and the world, and he saved everyone from certain death. I’m sure the nuance of the situation is (as always) totally lost on our new faithful followers.  

[pixiishi]

“are you sure about this?” “no. but i love you.” “i love you too.” 💚 the kiss

based on the painting “the kiss” by gustav klimt

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[dorksmachina]

my friend just found this and someone PLEASE put martin in it

[rt3nenbaum]

fernando's "time off" so far:

this man can't stay away from anything with wheels for longer than a couple of hours or he gets sad

[thelambthatkilledthewolf]

If Jon and Elias weren't Jon and Elias, I would probably ship them. However, as it stands, Jon and Elias are, in fact, Jon and Elias, so I cannot ship them

[ineffable-ducks]

My first magnus archives drawing, I love these two so fucking much yall don't even know

[historicallyaccuratecheese]

The tma season 1 finale is rattling my brain…Gertrude….the tunnels….Sasha…..Jon….all of the connections….uuugghhhh

[laptopcius]

Lou loosing her mind over Ivo, while being one of the least expressive mc ever, got to be one of my favorite jams 💙

[kahnah23]

“Goodness. Peter has done his work well, hasn’t he? No, the only choice I think that matters is whether you want to kill me or not.” “I do. I really, really do.” Martin makes a different choice

There's a little voice in my head that keeps on wondering what would've happened if Elias was stabbed a season earlier. Does this count as a happier end?

[fishymom-art]

i finished season 4 of magnus archives and i am NOT okay

everyone's traumatized, but 4 lesbians, a muffin gay and a terrified asexual got a little win so that's good

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — out in the desert.

Martin remembers, with great clarity, the first time Citizen Brown took him to the “satellite office.” 

He still hadn’t quite gotten over the novelty of being in a car– as his assistant, he’d accompanied Citizen Brown on some of his rounds, of course, but he’d never been in one for this long– and he’d never been outside the walls of Hill Valley before. Almost as soon as they were out on the open road– and it was really open– he remembered his shoulders falling and taking in the deepest, biggest breath of the fresh air, the free air, he could. 

Then he’d remembered he was in Citizen Brown’s car– sitting next to him!– but when he looked back, an apology at the ready, Citizen Brown had just given him a smile.

“Just wait,” he’d assured, in that low, level tone of his, but with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “you haven’t seen the best part.” 

And he’d been right. The desert was breathtaking.

He’d never realized there were so many stars or noticed how rich the smell of sun and earth and life really was. The thunderstorms were electrifying and awe-inspiring, the days were long and hazy while nights were crisp and bright, and he could rest without needing to look over his shoulder, sleep without feeling eyes glaring at him from a fuzzy CRT screen, monitoring every move. 

It was perfect, especially now that they were hiding his guitar here, too. 

Out here, he could understand why Dave and Linda had left and never looked back, never came back for him in the three long years they’d been gone. If he and Citizen Brown didn’t have to go back– if Citizen Strickland wouldn’t come looking for them and spoil everything– Martin doesn’t think he would, either.

He smiles as he watches Doctor Brown’s reaction to seeing the secret lab, greeting all the inventions and tools like long lost friends. Evening is settling in and there’s a chill in the air, but Martin doesn’t mind; he just draws his Junior Brown Brigade letterman jacket tighter around himself and lets the warmth of the moment take care of the rest.  

When Doctor Brown seems to settle into a familiar rhythm, looking over Citizen Brown’s notes and muttering to himself, hand fisted into his hair, Martin feels the familiar itch in his fingers as he looks at his guitar in the corner. 

He feels the bounce in his toes, the melody unfurling in his head, the beat filling his chest and threatening to burst out any way it can if he doesn’t do something about it soon. He curls his hands into loose fists, flexing them in an attempt to be still and unobtrusive as he weighs his options. 

“Sir– I mean, Doctor Brown?” He grasps his left wrist behind his back, squeezing. “Would it, uh… Would it be okay if I practiced…?” 

Doctor Brown swivels around in his chair, surprised. Almost imperceptibly, as the situation registers, his jaw tightens, and Martin freezes, before the scientist’s expression morphs into one of concern and tenderness.

“You don’t have to ask my permission, Marty,” he returns, kindly, “Where I’m from, you play your music all the time! It helps both of us think. Anyway, I could do with something with a little life in it after that hellish, egotistical panopticon we’ve just escaped from.”  

“Something with a little life in it,” Martin hums, smiling as just the right song pops into his head. “Alright. I got it.”

He grabs the guitar, flicking the amp on, tapping his foot in time before beginning a bouncy riff, fingers strumming the strings as if it’s second nature. As his hand shifts up and down the fingerboard, something inside him knits back together.

“Better stop dreamin’ of the quiet life, ‘cause it’s the one we’ll never know,” 

Before he can stop himself, he’s singing quietly, the lyrics spilling out of him.

“And quit runnin’ for the runaway bus ‘cause those rosy days are few, and…”

The chords become more confident, his hand remembering a dance he’d thought he’d forgotten the steps to.

“Stop apologizing for the things you’ve never done,”  Proud and more than a little taken aback as his voice soars, he grins at Doctor Brown, who, to his amazement, grins back, tapping his foot along to the beat.

“‘Cause time is short and life is cruel and it’s up to us to change 

This town called Malice!” 

Martin imagines his music, now free, filling the lab, filling the desert, the notes reaching all the way up to the thousands of stars in their sky and the millions and billions beyond. 

[an-aura-about-you]

Just complaining out in the void here but I hate j/mart break-up make-up stuff.

[mortispoxi]

Luiga was tweeting with fans about the video yesterday. Amongst saying other things he believes the video defo played into Kompus’ narrative.

Really? Well I’m glad I came to a similar sentiment to the person who is close to the situation while still being able to willingly talk to the public. Luiga truly has nothing to lose or gain by sharing his thoughts so to me having my opinion about the PMG video be shared with the likes of him feels significant.

[inthegardenofprayers]

10000 Days (Wings pt. 2)

...We listen to the tales and romanticize

How we'd follow the path of the hero

Boast about the day when the rivers overrun

How we'd rise to the height of our halo

… Listen to the tales as we all rationalize

Our way into the arms of the savior

Feigning all the trials and the tribulations

None of us have actually been there

Not like you

… Ignorant siblings at the congregation

Gather around spewing sympathy

Spare me

None of them can even hold a candle up to you

Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see

… But enough about the collective Judas

Who could deny you were the one who illuminated

Your little piece of the divine

… And this little light of mine

A gift you passed onto me

I'm gonna let it shine

To guide you safely on your way

Your way home

… Oh, what are they gonna do when the lights go down?

Without you to guide them all to Zion?

What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun?

Other than tremble incessantly?

… High is the way, but all eyes are upon the ground

You are the light and the way that they'll only read about

I only pray Heaven knows when to lift you out

Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough

You're going home

… You're the only one who can hold your head up high

Shake your fist at the gates saying

"I have come home now

Fetch me the Spirit, the Son, and the Father

Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended

It's time now

My time now

Give me my

Give me my wings"

… Give me my

Give me my

Give me my

Give me my

Give me my

Give me my wings

… You are the light, the way

That they will only read about

… Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance

Burden of proof tossed upon non-believers

You were my witness

My eyes, my evidence

Judith Marie, unconditional one

… Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence

Difficult to see you in this light

Please forgive this bold suggestion

Should you see your maker's face tonight

Look him in the eye

Look him in the eye, and tell him

"I never lived a lie, never took a life

But surely saved one

Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home"

[fruitisthenewvegitable]

I am a long haired Jon truther, that in mind, they have braiding circles. Gerry couldn’t do braids before so Agnes taught him, and they practiced braids (and other hair styles) on Jon.

One day Jon forgot to take his hair down from the intricate hairstyle (something along the lines of milkmaid braids or smth) that Gerry and Agnes did on him the night before, so he walked into the archives with really pretty hair and Martin dies of love immediately :]

au where jon agnes and gerry form a friend group called ‘being the chosen one sucks a lot actually’

[forthegothicheroine]

Tanith Lee Recs

Since Tanith Lee deserves to be known for much more than having been plagiarized, I thought I'd share some recommendations. She had a HUGE body of work, and I've seen it suggested that the reason she never became a household name in fantasy and science fiction is that she wrote so many things that were different from each other, rather than staying in one easily labeled niche. I've only begun to make a dent in her catalogue, but here's the stuff I liked the best.

Note: A lot of her stuff can be disturbing, and I can't remember everything well enough to give perfect trigger warnings.

Red as Blood and Redder Than Blood: These fairy tale collections are being talked about now for the title story, but my favorite is The Golden Ladder, an incredibly creepy and hot version of Rapunzel, or perhaps When the Clock Strikes, a horrifying beautiful take on Cinderella.

The Weird Tales of Tanith Lee: As you can see, I love her short stories. These are all the ones published in Weird Tales, which includes some of the above fairy tales (including When the Clock Strikes) but also Arthurian, steampunk and science fiction stories. It's a great sampler of all the things she could do.

Blood 20: One more short story collection! This one is (most of) her vampire stories, so I know you goths will like it! There are things erotic, fantastical and grotesque in here, but to me the most haunting is the tragically mundane The Vampire Lover.

The Secret Books of Paradys: In this series, an alternate history of Paris, bad things happen. Supernatural things, sexual things, horrifying things. And sometimes good things happen, such as a man saved by a Jewish sage an his beautiful daughter who then actually converts to Judaism.

The Secret Books of Venus: I've only read the first entry in this similar series about an alternate world version of Venice, but once again it leaves the reader feeling totally transported to this sometimes sinister, sometimes lovely place where romance and cruelty live next door to each other.

Vivia: This tragic medieval plague-influenced vampire story is maybe the darkest thing of hers I've read, but dear god can she paint a picture with words. Along with The Birthgrave (which I didn't like as much), George RR Martin definitely pulled a lot of Danaerys's story from the title character here.

Islands in the Sky: And now for something completely different- a children's book. I remember finding this at the library as a kid and wanting to cry when it was over, because it gave me an equal sense of wonder and happiness as The Lion the Witch and the Wardobe, which I hadn't known was possible and worried would never happen again.

...but if you're like me, you'll just see which of her books you find at the library and used bookstores. You may not love every single thing, but it will always be interesting!