May 2024

lemonisum:

The Magnus Archives #67 - Burning Desire.

I’ve now finished season 2 which felt like it went by quite quickly. I am a few episodes into series 3 and it truly does just get better and better. All my favorite qualities of the podcast keep getting expanded on which is of course enjoyable. I re-listened to #67 and started to question my design of Agnes. I wanted her to have a dazed look since the whole episode goes on about how odd she is and not quite human even though she looks alluring. But then I realized she was described as tall which I totally missed the mark on, oh well.

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milkteamoon:

Jack Barnabas is such a guy. He would do numbers as a period romance protagonist

idk there’s just something to be said about how innocent his affection for Agnes is. Even after he acknowledges that she couldn’t have been human, he can only ever describe her in the most human way possible. She’s beautiful because she’s tall and has auburn hair and hypnotic eyes, not because she’s some messiah to some vengeful god. She’s strange because she’s a bit socially awkward and takes joy in simple things, like ordering coffee, not because she can burn someone with just a touch. He only ever finds her bizarre mannerisms charming—not scary, not off putting, not even after he gets his face burned off can he manage to say a bad word about her. Instead he says he’s not sure he would have done anything differently.

Maybe it really was the tree, or the web, or some other cosmic factor that killed her. Or maybe someone saw her so painfully human for one brief, blinding moment that everything else simply burned itself out

A screenshot from MAG67 that reads the following: my flat. She asked me if I had a destiny.  I don’t need to tell you the question caught me off guard. I don’t know if I’ve given the impression clearly enough yet, being a single guy in my early thirties still working the till at a Sheffield cafe, but I don’t really see myself as having much of a destiny. Hell, I’m not even sure I believe in destiny. I certainly don’t believe in God, and I feel that’s kind of linked.  So I told her this. She looked at me, with the same sadness I’d seen on her face before. “That must be nice,” she said and went back to staring into the sunset.ALT

having incredibly normal feelings about spending your entire life being locked into the concept of Destiny and then some guy with the most innocent of crushes on you comes along and tells you he doesn’t believe in destiny. what a both freeing and terrifying thing to hear