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He’s the one that made that “tma fears as cats” image set

If Gerry was the Archivist he would make a slideshow presentation full of 2015 memes to explain the fears to his assistants

Absolutely wild seeing this on my dash from someone *outside* a certain podcast community

Where are all the other vintage computer/technology posters? Idk, maybe it's just me, but many of my regular sources seem to be going dormant. Come back, friends...

I feel like we should start referring to mr. Archivist as “Jon A. Sims”

Obviously to us the A stands for archivist but if Martin can have a fake ass middle name then so can Jon, in fact I feel like he would SPECIFICALLY do it in retaliation to finding out Martins middle name doesn’t exist

Every time someone asks he says a random name that starts with A, like you ask him on one day and he’s like “oh it’s Arthur” and then you ask him another day and it’s suddenly “Aadvik”

Doesn’t matter who asks he’s just constantly changing it up to whatever names comes to mind in the moment

There’s a crossover lurking in this post. Im gonna find it.

*opens google docs*

The magnus archives is just gay gravity falls on steroids.

I’ve listened to Mandelbrot Set by Jonathan Coulton a very normal and neurotypical number of times in the last few days

Spotify recap always exposes me fr

I think Michael and Helen would have different colour schemes. Michael is like a walking pansexual flag to me while Helen leans more polysexual flag

This is food for my tma and proseka obsessed brain

I could be working on Certain Other Things but my brain said Archivist Miku. So here, Archivist Miku. From TMA (The Miku Archives)

Daily TMA 110 - Two Paths

The fact that if Michael hadn’t become The Distortion he could have very well become The Archivist

More tma posting and also somewhat to the side, but a good example of “i saw it coming and it still hit me like a truck” is tma season 4. I knew EXACTLY where they were going to go with Martin from the moment they started laying the seeds, and I also knew it was going to emotionally obliterate me, and I was so excited to see how they executed it. Knowing where something is gonna go sometimes adds to the suspense and anticipation.

I love catching where something is gonna go. It makes me feel smart, and then it makes me feel excited to read/watch/listen to the rest of whatever it is, see it play out.

that some people respond to any well-foreshadowed reveal with “ugh that plot twist was so predictable” proves bad faith criticism has rotted their brains to the point they think it’s bad writing if they can correctly identify information the writers were intentionally giving them

Fear of losing things that are important to you and it’s called The Loss but most of its iconography looks like | |l || |_

The Magnus Archives but the Fears have broken up into even weirder and esoteric and specific fears like a fear of breakable objects (The Breaking) the fear of disappointing your dad (The Failureing) and the fear of long lines at the fast food joint (The Lengthening

Thinking about the time i dreamed jon’s name was Asset Man

I still have some spop brainrot in me despite the recent prevalence of tma

Anyways i feel like entrapta would be an avatar of the- *gets dragged offstage*

A very happy birthday to Her Majesty the Queen of SCIENCE!

I audibly laughed at this

What if when Michael got Distortioned he/they/it/(?) had just kept showing up to work? Imagine Gertrude comes into the archives and finds a bunch of paperwork filled out in yellow highlighter and folded into impossible shapes, and then Michael-Distortion just walks into the room door-style and sits down at his work computer so it can email Gertrude a phishing scam.

Back with more Michael angst!

The Distortion hates cold temperatures. It didn't used to, but then it became Michael. Typically, the Distortion takes whatever form it likes, though the pattern of something-that-looks-like-Michael is one of the easiest, the least complex. (It's very complex, actually, but Michael Shelley was so good at being this one specific human that, if the Distortion wants to look like something other than a door, that pattern is so close to hand.) But the instincts of Michael are interwoven into the instincts of this endless Concept, and when it's cold, the Distortion is reminded of Russia. It's reminded of a place that doesn't exist. It's reminded of a map. It's reminded of words, that he wouldn't die if he was careful. And he was careful, and he hadn't died. But what happened was worse. It remembers the last time he was betrayed before he became betrayal.

And somehow, lost in all the memories of something that both is and is not itself, the Distortion finds itself wearing a heavy coat and scarf, in muted earthy browns and greens so unlike its preferred aesthetic. Sometimes, it finds that it's crying something that could arguably pass for tears. It never quite remembers how it got to this shape.

That simply cannot do. So it avoids winters and cold temperatures and Russia. Or at the very least, it leaves the door outside, and hides inside where temperature and space mean as much as time and colour and truth.

Why is windows Like This

Please

I just want to download some software

If i give you my firstborn child will you download it

Microsoft im begging you

I did a little 180 degree spin this is so cool

[ Click image below to see ]

Got inspired by the fantastic @the-stove-is-on-fire , I wanted to make something more complex but this will do >:)

I wonder if Michael Shelley got a grave. I don't think Gertrude would have made one; she's not sentimental enough for it. If you make graves for people you lose, you might think too hard about sacrificing them. If he had living family, they probably would have been at least a little estranged by virtue of how much time he spent at this job that, frankly, would make him sound like a lunatic to most people. I also doubt Gertrude would report his death in any official way. He would just disappear, never to be heard from again. Anyone else might not know he was gone for months.

The other assistants... they would know he was gone. Some silent acknowledgment that he wouldn't come back and shouldn't be spoken about. Maybe one of them would give him a grave, maybe. Or maybe not; after all, burials generally involve digging in the dirt, and they all knew about the Coffin by then. Who would want to tempt fate that way, and all for one dead man that cared too much?

No, his only grave is a labyrinth of doors. And even that twisted, painful testament to who he was and what he did, is taken from him when Helen usurps him.

Btw i havent listened to tma s5 yet so I’ll be a little late to tmagp. This also means: my posts will be 100% tmp spoiler free until such time as I finish tma!

With their unrelenting curiosity, Eye Avatars are probably either some of the easiest people in the world to rickroll or they’re completely and utterly unrickrollable. No in between. Whether it’s the former or the latter depends entirely upon whether The Eye is lets its Avatars Know when a link is a rickroll or if it chooses not to tell them so it can instead watch them go through all five stages of grief at the sight of Rick Astley

Im having sad doorkeay thoughts about this and i dont know if i will elaborate on this or not but if i do it will be in the form of a 1k+ word fic published at 3 am on a random tuesday

I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.

Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.

just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?

I found one of your posts saved to my photos from a year ago (based on the format I’m guessing I got it from reddit?) and decided to look up the username and it turns out youre still here and making cool scifi/fantasy concepts!! Hi

A fantasy/soft sci-fi story that features a race of creatures who are apparently - for no really sensible reason - all male. And upon encountering humans for the first time, one of them discovers that women exist. And this is an epiphany, and the most splendid news in the entire world as he knows it. Holy shit, women. It takes him some time before he stops making sure that every human he encounters is aware that women exist, it would be a pity if they wouldn't. They do, all of them do, and some of the ones that he addresses are women, who apparently come in a far wider range of appearances than he had previously been aware of. This, too, is amazing.

Neglecting whatever duties he was supposed to be performing while among humans, he focuses mainly on learning more about women. This leads to learning about human romantic relationships, which leads to discovering polyamorous relationships, and the LGBT community. All of which are splendid discoveries.

Eventually, after having not heard anything of their duty-neglecting emissary for months, the people receive one letter that basically goes "I am ceasing my mission and relinquishing my position in order to make a home here. Do not try to seek me, I am currently living in a household of seven women including myself, and I will fight you if you try to remove me. Farewell."

And these people, relieved to finally get a confirmation that they can get someone else on the task, just look at this letter like "what the fuck is a woman."

The corruption (rotten fruit) got on my collection of stickers with eye vibes. This means something

If you delete the “tall” then either one could fit either description and i love that about them.

Hordak is silly and i don’t take criticism

daisy: i invited you here because i crave the deadliest game tim, nodding: knife monopoly. daisy: i was actually gonna hunt you down for sport, but now i'm really interested in whatever knife monopoly is.

Found a post i saved a screenshot of from another platform ages ago (this particular one went into my photos in april 2022 from insta apparently. It had about 60k notes at the time)

Team “not actually oblivious to flirting, just terrified of appearing presumptuous” represent.

One time i got an email that someone had kudosed some of my works from two different fandoms and was like “omg they like two things that i also like!! And they went to my account to read more of my stuff!! :D”

How y’all THINK fanfic authors react when you send multiple comments on different fics: Ugh, another comment from them? Wow, I don’t appreciate how they enjoy what I write. :(

How fanfic authors actually react: OH MY GOD ANOTHER COMMENT? They must be on a marathon! I hope they read my recent whump fic and tell me what they think. Their kindness will be what drives me to finish my current WIP!!!! I WON’T FAIL YOU, NEW READER.

Someone left me on tma tumblr for too long and now im writing fanfic instead of doing the things i said i would do today 👍

This is what ive been saying

"freakish and dismal, hollow and bleak. i could go on but let's leave it there"

BRO DOES NOT LEAVE IT THERE‼️‼️‼️‼️

Who gave me a blog. Terrible idea all around

I once googled if the uk has ceiling fans for a fic (british reddit seemed to conclude that 1) no they dont, and 2) you tack that giant ugly thing to your ceiling???)

trying to write a tma fic has me googling stupid shit. i live in florida. you think i understand what the tube is like. ugh.