sage | they/any | 27 | autistic, disabled, queerfind me on ao3picrew icon by makowwkai poked my magnus archives special interest to see what would happen and it swallowed me whole
the speed that you moved, the screech of the car, the creature still moving, that slowed in your arms // the fear in its eyes, gone out in an instant, your tear caught the light, the earth from a distance
[ID: two drawings of a roughly-toddler aged Jon Sims and his mother. Both look like heavily weathered polaroids. Both Jon and his mother have medium-brown skin, dark, curly hair, and brown eyes. In the first picture, Jon is in overalls and a jumper, sitting on his mother’s lap and staring offscreen, chewing on the tip of his index finger, as she gazes lovingly down at him. She wears glasses and a blue blouse under a brown waistcoat. The photo is captioned “Jonathan & Ameerah, Oct ‘89”. In the second photo, Jon is wearing a red onesie and his mother’s glasses, grinning cheekily up at her as she laughs, one of her hands clutching both of his. The caption says “thief! Scoundrel!! Fiend!!!” End ID.]
it’s been two years one month two weeks and three days and jon jarchivist is still my sweet precious angel what else is new
the magnus protocol makes me feel so insane like what if jon and martin are alive. what if jon and martin are dead. what if theyre never mentioned. what if they are mentioned. what if they TALK. what if they DONT. god. the possibilities
“canaries should stay above ground” is the new “can i have a cigarette” i’m calling it right now
(that moment when both of you are protagonists of a horror podcast written by jonny sims where the first episode has a metaphorical animal that serves as a bad omen for the events of the show but also foreshadowing you having a bad time)