‘it wasn’t your fault, just bad luck, though i’m sure the knowledge brings you no comfort’ is probably still one of the most meaningful things tma had to say
tma episodes 82 - 106 - 118 - 160 - 200
or, in other words, things that keep me awake at night if i think about them a little too intensely for my own good
ID: 5 screenshots of transcript from The Magnus Archives podcast. The first says, Our parents had forbidden us from playing there. It was collapsing, as well as being a known hang-out for vagrants and druggies. We would take turns daring each other to go in there. That day, I dared him. That’s why it was my fault. DAISY: Shut up. It wasn’t my fault.
The next photo says, ELIAS: Awful, isn’t it? He really suffered. Not really your fault. Just bad luck. That doesn’t comfort you, does it?
The next photo says, ELIAS: No. No, Martin. You know the reason. Your mother simply hates you. You just don’t know why. It’s not your fault, though I know that isn’t any consolation. Just bad luck, really. How old were you when your father left? Eight? Nine?
The next photo says, Do you see where I’m going, John? It does tickle me, that in this world of would-be occult dynasties and ageless monsters the Chosen One is simply that - someone I chose. It’s not in your blood, or your soul, or your destiny. It’s just in your own, rotten luck
The next photo says, JONAH/ELIAS: [Wetly,] Good.. luck.
[ID: Two-part digital drawing depicting Basira, Daisy, and Jon from TMA. In the top panel, Basira, a chubby woman with medium brown skin and shoulder-length curly hair, sits on the lip of a bathtub in a warmly lit bathroom. She’s wearing a blue oversized jumper and dark blue leggings. She faces Daisy, a thin, pale-skinned blonde woman with many scars, who sits in the bath. Basira is combing out Daisy’s matted hair as Daisy stares down into the bathwater with a haunted expression. The visible parts of the bathtub and Daisy’s hair and skin are caked with dirt.
The bottom panel depicts Jon, alone in a darkened room, hugging his knees to his chest in a clawfoot bathtub. Light filters in from the open doorway and there is a candle on the lip of the tub. A filthy shirt and pair of trousers sit on the floor beside it. Jon’s dark, greying hair is also matted and filthy. He stares vacantly and a tear runs down his face. End ID.]
just in case you guys were wondering i’m coping with having fixated on 132 with @call-of-the-ocean all week!!! i’m soooooo fine. peace and love and forever deep below creation or whatever :~)
