The thing about TMA is that if I think about Sasha James too much I will cry and if I think about Michael Shelley too much I will cry and if I think about Agnes Montegue too much I will cry and if I think about Jonathan Sims too much I will cry and if I think about Naomi Herne too much I will cry and if I think about Gerry Keay too much I will cry and if I think about Tim Stoker too much I will cry and if I think about Jane Prentiss too much I will cry and if I think about Martin Blackwood too much I will cry and—
Thinking about MAG 101 again, specifically the line “He cared for her, he trusted her, and she fed him to me.” Like !!!! The fact that this story is being narrated simultaneously by the monster and the person being consumed by the monster, the fact that you can hear Michael Shelley in that line, and you can hear the Distortion, but neither of them can tell their own story because what they’re describing changed them so fundamentally that they don’t exist anymore in the same way they did at the beginning of it. Am I making any sense?
end avatars are some of my favorite statement givers in tma because every single one of them will spend a minimum of forty minutes and thousands of words telling you a story that basically amounts to this
My favorite thing about Volcano Shake Em Up is that the original post was written BEFORE the 5th LA show, which means it somehow wasn’t referencing Sister to Sleep
Why is it that any time I have a deadline - even a completely self-imposed deadline like “I want to get a fanfic written in time for Jmart’s anniversary” - my body decides to completely fall apart??
Why is it that any time I have a deadline - even a completely self-imposed deadline like “I want to get a fanfic written in time for Jmart’s anniversary” - my body decides to completely fall apart??
“Why don’t you just take a break if you’re feeling sick? You can finish the story another day” - and miss their 5 YEAR ANNIVERSARY??
ALT