am I the only one who liked Elias? I loved that sexy evil man

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am I the only one who liked Elias? I loved that sexy evil man
Wishlist for tma s4 finale: jon gets completely lost in the tunnels trying to get to the center, messes with peter's plans half on purpose, half by accident, and saves martin thus dooming the world for sure
the words spiral off the page and twist reality into something darker. don’t look in the corner, they pile up and form shapes your eyes will never comprehend, something dark and sharp and consuming
Can't wait to listen to jon archivist pine and whine about how his crush refused to gouge his eyes out with him so they could run away together for 20 straight minutes tonight
we should talk more about an au in which jon’s grandma’s still alive
“tattooed jon this, tattooed martin that” this is all well and good but we’re ignoring the sexiest headcanon of all which is tattooed elias
people are always going on about how jon is a better archivist than gertrude as if he was somehow predisposed for it (and perhaps he is) but i’ve always felt like maybe gertrude purposefully reined her own powers in so that she wouldn’t get overwhelmed by them? which, given the Latest Developments, would have been an incredibly smart move on her part
plus “getrude was an/the archivist for a long time and wasn’t as powerful as jon” gertrude wasn’t thrown into situations where she had to develop or die? if anything it seems she seeked out those situations herself once she was ready for them. most of the rituals she’s stopped happened after she’d been the head archivist for a while so. eeeh
you’ll know the helplessless feeling the second it arrives. a sunny day, a heavy sky, crushing you down, the sun staring directly at you