#martin deserves the world

[piiejwice]

"I really loved you, you know." 🌫

Ep 159 had me sobbing because he just gave up, thank god john found him

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[thinwhitedoc]

SHERLOCK | Martin Freeman as John Watson

[isacksteban]

"bingo, bingo, baby,"

"i love you, ain't that crazy?"

[rt3nenbaum]

this is the cutest thing ever😭 matt watson i love you so much🥺💚

[lofan]

I want to remind you all that Gotham writers did Nygmobs very dirty by putting them in separate prisons for ten years after all they did without even explanation. But! There was a chance to effortlessly make their ending much more promising and beautiful, and they completely LOST IT.

So when season 5 was on air, I saw this promo photo (and the one where they are hanging from a street lamp) and instantly was HYPER-hyped, because I decided that there is absolutely no way this man here isn't Martin.

Age? Check. Stripped suit? Check. The fricking umbrella and bowler hat? CHECK. He literally looks like their CHILD, come on. The man even has long hair, like Martin. And another thing? There is a ladder on the ground, so it looks like he was the one responsible for getting them down from that street lamp. AND they both look shocked. Perfectly appropriate reaction.

See what I'm talking about? And it would have been so amazing, just imagine, 3 phrases about how he heard about their arrest and came back to Gotham, finally understanding why Oswald did what he did and deciding to repay him for his kindness and lessons and be his heir if the offer still stands, and BOOM. Perfect ending, happy fans chewing their hands off from excitement, AND a very good inside on their future. Even Nygmobblepot fans would have been satisfied, and cowards writers wouldn't even have to make them kiss, confess or anything. WIN-WIN, DAMN IT.

But all we got was some passersby who, by chance, had the attributes that they needed. And scared Nygmobs creeping away from Batman, having nothing.

I'm sorry, Martin, we f*cked it all up...

[joneevarts]

Ok so I got into The Magnus Archive a week ago and ooh boy am I hooked! I'm at episode 68 and I can't wait to see how this season is gonna end (idk how long the season is tho).

The only bad thing is that I have to keep myself from interacting with the fandom because I absolutely do not want to get spoiled, so I can't look at all the beautiful fanart and animations that have been made. Can't wait to be far enough in the story to check them all out!

[purpleravenexe]

they're so doomed and they're not even together. I will never recover from this, I can already tell :(((((

[historicallyaccuratecheese]

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

[rimunagenius]

i am unwell. (as you can hear in the video)

the average watching Kate Martin make the draft experience 🤞🏼😋

[laptopcius]

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

[leavememorieshere]

Actually Crying and throwing things because they had no right embarrassing and/or saying that about Dylan, He was so gorgeous and he still is now! And I hope he knows that. ❤️

(Credit to D [ dannydoesntknow ]) on TikTok

[probably-jam]

My thoughts on the argument thing Martin and Tim had in episode 79 except I'm extremely biased towards Tim /hj

Tim's feelings are 100% valid, he feels lonely he deserves some validation and comfort for it in the way he needs

Martin is just biased because he's in love with Jon. Fight me.

[wolfydoesthings]

My heart </3 (spoilers for ep 200)

[isacksteban]

guys the parasocial relationship is getting bad bc why did i tear up seeing this man just living his life.

[dandyleyen]

TMA RELISTEN — MAG 154

Spoilers, duh !

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Ohhhh my god. Genuinely I was tearing up a bit at the end when hearing just how badly Jon wanted the chance to get out of there with Martin.

Honestly, the way this is going ? They really should not at all be surprised if Jon does end up going the more monster-y route. Whenever he goes off and does something reckless on his own, he gets chastised. Now when he goes to the one person he trusts most, he still practically gets chastised and gets told that he's acting insincerely.

I love Martin very much, but the fact that he's saying that Jon came to him for an out is genuinely baffling to me. I don't know if he genuinely believes that or if he is trying to convince himself of that, but Jon would 100% gouge his eyes out if Martin gave him the go-ahead. The guy got a rib ripped out and cut his own finger off. Gahhhh Martin is so incredibly frustrating this season (and many characters are throughout the show, but that's just how it is) and I know he's locked into this path already so there's no changing his mind but goddamn. This one was rough. Worried about them all :(

[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.