radiation-detector-official

[radiation-detector-official]

I love getting sunlight and ice cream and being with friends and having fun and seeing trains

[radiation-detector-official]

ummm tumblr can have this too

[radiation-detector-official]

Is this anything

[radiation-detector-official]

“Protecting Me From Myself”

(Ramblings & WIPs below cut!)

Who, me? Making Marble Hornets content? Never.

But actually, I have no idea what came over me with this. A few days ago I watched the entirety of the School Rumors webseries, and became so completely obsessed with it that it triggered me to watch and rewatch literally every analog horror series I could find to feel that high again, including, of course, Marble Hornets. And obviously, I can’t watch Marble Hornets without also watching Clear Lakes, and also Eckva, and then of course I HAD to read all of the comics again… (cough) and also some fanfiction (cough), and long story short, I put off a whole day’s worth of homework for tomorrow to work entirely on this all day. Will that come back to bite me? Almost definitely, but I don’t regret it, because this turned out cool as heck!

So… upon further reflection I realize that the concept behind this piece doesn’t make a whole lot of sense in canon? I was just thinking about Tim and Masky, as usual, and how (through the lens of a character frequently seen by the fandom as having DID) it is very interesting that Tim, in that altered state of mind, always forgets what happened as “Masky”, as if he’s protecting himself from what he’s seen, and how Masky could then be viewed as a sort of protector for Tim, even if he also frequently puts him in dangerous situations… and then I remembered halfway through drawing this that literally every single character in this stupid show has memory loss, and that that’s a very well-established part of the lore relating specifically to The Operator, not Tim, and it’s really not as deep as I was making it out to be in my head. So, uh.. feel free to interpret this artwork however you’d like, because you have as good an idea as I do now about what it’s supposed to represent lol

[radiation-detector-official]

Okay ❤️ yay ❤️

POV You're fucked up

[radiation-detector-official]

sometimes you go down the rabbithole of online kink so far you have people being like “you think inner ear oviposition is a ‘weird’ kink? wait until you hear the nasty shit i, a real pervert, am into” and blog posts that are like “it’s so hard to find someone to dig a nine foot deep hole with when all the doms i can find want to dig a five foot deep hole max :/“ and then you remember that a sizeable portion of the population consider liking anal to be freaky

[radiation-detector-official]

Oh grandpa...

Oh no

G

Grandpa

[radiation-detector-official]

[radiation-detector-official]

I'm disqualifying the peanut butter chocolate due to my peanut allergy. Out of the rest the cherry cordial is easily the worst.

[radiation-detector-official]

”sideblog mutuals” is one of the weirdest relationships you can have with someone on here i think. yeah we’re sort of mutuals but only when we’re both wearing funny hats and doing little voices talking about our shows. like what are we

[radiation-detector-official]

i keep losing track of what i post/didn't post anyways here's tim again

[radiation-detector-official]

HAPPY HORNETVERSARY!!! this took 2 long.

[radiation-detector-official]

marble hornets permanently ingrained the urge to run through the woods with a camera into my very soul

[radiation-detector-official]

alex Kralie after killing all of his friends and everyone hes ever known, probably

[radiation-detector-official]

I just wanted to draw Alex and then

All of these appeared

Also him because i wish he was a plushie 😔😔😔

IF ANYONE SAW ME POST THIS WITH A HORRIFIC LAYOUT NO YOU DIDNT 🫵

[radiation-detector-official]

They're two weeks into shooting Alex's god awful movie, and Tim doesn't have a ride home. His cars in the shop, and Brian took him out to the shooting location, but he had to leave early for work, and Tim had been in the middle of a scene and...

Well. The details and excuses didn't really matter. He didn't have a ride, so his choices were either to walk or get a ride from Alex or Jay.

"I'm sorry," Jay says. "I took my bike, so.."

Tim rubs a hand down his face. "That's fine."

"You can ask Alex! He hasn't left yet!" Jay suggests, pointing to where Alex is carefully loading equipment into the trunk of his truck.

"Yep. Guess I will." It was a twenty minute drive. Could he tolerate Alex for that long? Or would it end early with him jumping out of the passenger side and onto the road?

"Let me guess," Alex says when Tim begrudgingly approaches him. "You want a critique on your performance today?"

Tim grits his teeth. "No." He barely resists rolling his eyes. "I, uh, need a ride home. Brian was, and he left."

"I see." Alex shuts the trunk with a slam, and pushes his glasses up his nose. "Yeah, alright. Get in."

Alex drives fast. He brakes too harshly at stop signs and red lights. He has this CD playing that's, frustratingly, Tim's same taste in music, and he taps his fingers against the steering wheel as he drives. He refuses to ask what band it is, knowing that Alex will lord that over his head next time Tim complains about anything during a shoot.

"You wanna stop for food?" Alex asks as they near a stretch of fast food joints. And well, it was a long day, so maybe Tim can't be faulted too much when he sighs out a yes. Alex does a stupid little grin, and turns sharply into one of the parking lots. Tim jolts and grabs onto the seat so he doesn't rock into the door, and Alex must find that funny, because he laughs.

They get burgers and eat in the parking lot, silent and hungry and listening to Alex's music. The sun is past setting, the sky a dark blue, except for where its teal and thinly yellow. The big light poles in the parking lot cast a much stronger yellow across Alex's features. Its easier to share his company without the pressure of Alex directing Tim's every action, Tim thinks.

"I need you tomorrow," Alex says. "For a scene with Sarah. Did you get my email about it?"

No, he hadn't seen that. "Yeah," he says. "I'll be there." He'd check it tonight. Alex was excruciatingly thorough with details. Anything he needed to know would be included in the email, he bets.

Alex fixes him with a look. "Bring that, uh... jacket again. The leather one. I think your character would wear it."

"Okay," he says. He has no idea where that jacket is, but he'll look for it tonight. "I'm gonna kill you if you make me wear it out in the sun for five hours again, though."

Alex's eyes go wide, and for a second, Tim thinks that joke might have been too much, but then Alex does this.... weird.. thing. He does a kind of snort-laugh, that makes his whole face scrunch up, makes him sound a little breathless afterward. And it rings through Tim's head so strongly that he nearly misses what Alex says next.

"Oh, boohoo. Don't get Jay to help you dig the grave, he has weak arms."

Tim lets out a sort of startled, confused laugh. Was Alex.... joking with him?

"Who says I need Jay's help? I'll dig it myself." Albeit, they were joking about him murdering Alex, but that was kind of.. well, it was something, right? They hadn't spoken so easily since Tim's audition.

"I don't know, you might get tired. I'm pretty tall, it'd take a while to dig out," Alex says, something braggy in his tone.

"Pretty tall, huh?" Tim does roll his eyes then. "Well I'm pretty strong. I think I can handle it."

"Oh, can you?" Alex teases, leaning forward to smirk at him. And the weirdest thing happens. Tim gets this vivid, scary image in his head suddenly, of grabbing Alex's stupid face and kissing him. The shock of that image must do something to his own face, because Alex's brows crease (kissably) and he looks confused. "What?"

"Nothing," Tim says too quickly. "Idiot."

Alex scoffs. "Dumbass."

And Tim laughs, too fast again, and looks away, because looking at Alex is weird now. It makes his stomach flip over now that he imagines arguments turning into banter turning into kissing Alex senseless.

"Well, lets get going, I guess," Alex says, wiping his hands on his jeans. Tim watches the motion too closely, and then looks away sharply. Shit. Shit.

Surely this won't have any consequences.

(Spoiler: it definitely will.)

[radiation-detector-official]