me, three seasons ago: the magnus archives is laying the groundwork for a fascinating story about the interlacing of trauma and martyrdom, and how horror leaves its fingerprints on everything you love, whether you welcome it or hopelessly become what surrenders to it.
the magnus archives:
also it’s a GENUINE CRIME how they stalwartly refused to exploit the simmering unhappy and potentially truly ugly tension between martin and jon. what the fuck kind of romance do you think belongs in the world you’ve created! there was no fallout, no true fallout, of how they’d treated one another, and what jon was becoming, beyond martin’s help or even comprehension.
