#martinblogging

[saintbleeding]

[ID: A digital bust portrait of Martin Blackwood, done in a style vaguely evocative of the style in Disco Elysium. He is a fat white man with chin-length wavy hair and glasses, looking awkwardly to the side with an expression halfway between a polite smile and a grimace. End ID.]

jon

im gonna be so real so honest i did this a million years ago actually. but look upon he.

[cult-of-the-eye]

Martin is the kind of autistic to have his day planned out to the last minute but the plan is very much in his head so if something goes wrong, he'll get all stressed and then not realise it's because the plan has gone wrong so he goes about trying to fix other stuff instead

[saintbleeding]

[id: transcript excerpt from mag 117: “I, I’m scared, I guess. – no, wait. No, no, I mean, aww, I don’t want that to be my last message, the thing that defines me. “Martin Blackwood, he was always scared, then he died. The end.” I don’t want that.

But it’s true, isn’t it? I mean, if you’re right, if these things out there are eating our fear, then I’m a luxury smorgasbord, I suppose. I’m just afraid all the time.” end id.]

he just says such things i like him so much

[saintbleeding]

[ID: Various digital drawings of Martin Blackwood from TMA in season four: he is first shown bent asleep over a desk, his hair dishevelled and clothing in disarray. Beside this there is a close-up of one of his hands pouring liquor into a mug. Next, there is a close-up of both of his hands, one holding a cigarette and the other a lighter. Beside this, he is shown in similar disarray. The mug and cigarette, which he does not appear to be smoking, are in one hand, and his phone is in the other. He looks down at the phone with a displeased expression. There is a text exchange in a speech bubble beside him, which reads: Peter: “What is your password please? Me: “G3tfucked!” (plain text: get fucked) Peter: Didn’t work? Please advise. Below this exchange there is a notification from 3:47am which reads “(4) missed calls from Jon Sims”. Next, Martin is shown in a t-shirt with its tag sticking out, clean-shaven and combing his hair. Lastly, he is wearing a relatively crisp-looking three-piece suit, straightening his tie with a disaffected expression. End ID.]

will i ever get over my own headcanon that martin burns and doesn’t smoke cigarettes between s3-4 and maybe struggles to stop? great question. haha anyway did you know that the bits of your brain that govern smell and memory are very similar bits and that’s why smell is so evocative of memories.

[saintbleeding]

what they say: im fine

what they’re thinking:

[id: a screenshot from the transcript for MAG 151:

[Chair scrapes]

Martin: We’re *not.* Sit back down.

end id.]

[saintbleeding]

[ID: Four digital drawings of Martin Blackwood. He is a pale fat white man with ginger hair and glasses. In the first drawing he is shown in a leather jacket, smiling up at the sky with his hands in his pockets; in the second he is smiling and wearing a green three-piece suit with an untied bowtie around his neck, holding a nearly-empty crystal tumbler with a wedding band visible on his finger; in the third he is shown from the shoulders up, seemingly shirtless, frowning pensively; in the fourth he is leaning against something, his hair long and in a bun. He wears an open button-up shirt and underneath it is a t-shirt with a crudely rendered picture of Laura Palmer, and the all-caps text ‘who drink Arnorl Palmer?’ End ID.]

well you heard the man. who drink arnorl palmer.

[saintbleeding]

just in case anybody was wondering one of my favourite activities is being normal while thinking very intensely abt martin blackwood’s spectacular forearms

[saintbleeding]

[id: a watercolour style digital drawing of a baby capybara standing in a hot spring with its eyes closed contently. slices of citrus fruits float nearby and it is wearing little round glasses on its nose. end id.]

martin is this shape to me sometimes do u understand