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Im no longer active on this sideblog, but I still post about TMA, tpp, and the mechs from my main blog @anxietyclam!
HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY OUATIS
[ID: A tweet from The Mechanisms reading "Mechanisms history! 10 years ago, yesterday (Marius was ill, don’t @ us!): Once Upon a Time (in Space) was released on Bandcamp and as a shiny CD! Plus, on the same day, the crew ran their first ever Edinburgh Fringe show, at WhyNot?, the first of many!" Below is a picture of the album art. End ID]
thinkin about how he stops himself from downplaying his feelings and makes sure he says everything as sincerely as possible so martin knows he's genuinely cared for and missed somebody push me into a lake
[ID: Two screenshots from TMA transcripts.
Image one: “ARCHIVIST: (overlapping) W,w,we’ll — it was — good — (softer) It was good to see you.”
Image two: “ARCHIVIST: I suppo— (he stops himself) I miss you.” End ID.]
my three boyfriends. and yes, they smoke weed
do they smoke weed?
yes, actually
you mean he isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
its called a bunt, not a weed cigarette. and yes, it is a weed bunt. they all smoke weed bunts before we kiss (they are my boyfriends)
They don’t look like they smoke weed
fuck you
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im so angry youre so lucky my three weed smoking boyfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down
Your “weed smoking boyfriend” has a lightening tattoo on his face. The one in the middle.
i printed out a photo of your pfp and taped it to my punching bag and punch and i mutter your url with every strong punch i punch you twerp..... dont ever Talk about Jonny or the wicked liner(eyeliner) i drew on him ever again i Dont wanna see you standing outside my home at 3am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
well that escalated quickly……
what. was that? hmm? come again? *Jonny grabs my shoulder* come one, Marius, they arent worth it, please *i jerk my shoulder shaking his hand off* NO! NOOOO!!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big metal fist. with each blow i let out a furious yell. the blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I'm yelling so loud now I'm crying. BREAKING POINT. the week was hard and i cant take it anymore. im opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. all three of my boyfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE BOYFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Jonny” and his “wicked liner”, or that it doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Marius, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* heh. idiot
*leaves with my three weed smoking boyfriends to go hold hands and kiss*
this dude playin omg
come again? *the bar falls silent. no one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. i remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. one hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* come again?! *you can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. a bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. the bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. his eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. a handful of people hurriedly leave. one person looks back at you. a look of sorrow on their face. they almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. but not you. you stand, petrified. a quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. you look to the exit, there’s still time. but there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. my hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. but the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. you know that song about the boots that were made for walking? yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. as I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Marius publicly, ever happened to their family? your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* playin?! there was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. no playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… love. I loved them… Jonny…. Brian… Tim… I loved all three of em… but they…*my face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* they left me… left… *almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* playin? playin?! *my hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. you close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ he says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. but instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. there is only sadness.* left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*
wow, grow up. *you say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
given that brian is a prophet. i’d say he increases the chances of predictions coming true actually.
Fuck.
my three boyfriends. and yes, they smoke weed
do they smoke weed?
yes, actually
jonny d'ville 🤝 edward teach
having an impractical amount of belts/straps on your outfit
similar to the feigned scepticism in s1, I absolutely think jonathan “english major” “the archivist” sims noticed the pattern in all his coworkers’ last names and simply said “I am looking away”
You know, I’ve never actually seen anyone talk about this, so I’m gonna talk about it.
I will never forgive The Penumbra Podcast for outing Vespa through her psychosis. Like I get that they wanted a way to reveal her as trans without it being weird or disrupting the story, but they fucked up. They chose the wrong way to do it.
And not only do they have her hallucinations of her father misgender her, but he deadnames her as well. No other character gets deadnamed (besides Nova Zolotovna with her last name, so the fact that their only two canonically trans women have been the only characters deadnamed is an Issue)
I’m not going to say that a trans character’s deadname can never be revealed in a piece of media because sometimes it’s necessary. Sometimes trans people don’t even consider their birth name to be a big deal. However, if a piece of media is going to reveal a trans character’s deadname, I believe it should be done respectfully.
Having a character’s hallucinations taunt her and hurt her by saying her deadname just isn’t respectful. I can’t exactly express just how terrible it is to reveal a psychotic character’s transness this way. Psychosis already feels like your own brain is being used as a weapon against you. But for it to be used as a weapon against her to the audience too? To out her like that? It just feels awful.
I dunno, maybe I’m taking it too personally as a psychotic trans person whose main delusions involve the idea that there is an audience to my story and who often has delusions that people can read my thoughts and worry about my deadname being learned that way.
jonathan sims was really the character of all time. he was kidnapped three times. his only friend was his ex-girlfriend. he pretended to be a skeptic while also working as a ghost secretary. he said “good lord” unironically. he was a stalker. he called a merry-go-round “thrilling.” he hung out and listened to soap operas with a woman who kidnapped him and tried to slit his throat. he said mercy-killing another guy that kidnapped him was “like doing a favor for an old friend.” he could almost definitely suck his own dick. he was forcibly moisturized by a clown for a month. he lied about being ten years older than he was for no discernible reason. he wasn’t even mad about the third kidnapping. he thought his coworker was a ghost. he died once. he tried to cut off his own finger. he was even bi
average season one tma episode is like. statement of bernadetta mcmickison about her friend emily's tragic death at the hands of the hat man, original statement given october 16, 2011. statement begins. so let's get one thing straight: I hate your fucking institute. you stupid bitches think ghosts are real which OBVIOUSLY they aren't but I did see a ghost this one time and you're the only people dumb enough to listen to me so here I am ig :/ . you're going to read this and think, "bernadetta, you clearly killed emily yourself" and while, yes, I did push her in front of several buses, it wasn't my fault when she died. I do sometimes wonder, though, if I hadn't pushed her in front of that fourth bus, if she would still be alive today... anyway, I digress. this all started last april, when I severely concussed myself on my way in to work at the torment nexus factory. torment nexus assembly is a long tradition in my family, going back decades--
The site is '12ft Ladder' found here:
Show me a 10ft paywall, I’ll show you a 12ft ladder.
Reblogging this on ALL my blogs because holy shit is it useful
And finally here’s that TMA comic I was working on a while back. I just wanted to upload a good scan of it so now here I am. My Martin design changed drastically from the time I made this comic to now so I’m a bit sad about that but yea.
This comic takes place right around MAG 79
RITA
SAINT RITA IS THE PATRON OF DESPERATE CASES, LONELINESS AND LOST CAUSES
in the light of all that she did to help Juno when every one, including him, though that he was a lost cause oh my god
Just thought of what if when Peter and Juno get married Rita is the one efficienting the wedding and she says through her sobs "i now pronounce you mistah and mistah steel"