starchildean:

okay so finding actual active spn blogs is harder these days than it was when i was last on here, so if you’re active still and reblog mostly supernatural and destiel, like or reblog this

edit:

i’ve been getting a lot of messages from old followers so:

hi, i’m talon, my user used to be stardustruby, and i was gone for a few years but i’m back. for those that don’t know, i was active from 2013 til about 2 years ago. i stopped watching supernatural after season 10 and haven’t seen anything since. i’m currently rewatching the whole show, including the seasons i haven’t seen. but i’m back and this blog is active so please continue liking and reblogging this so everyone can see what blogs are active as well!!

astridianmayfly:

tma season 5 au where everything is the same but martin won’t stop calling jon’s kill bill arc his reputation era

ortezsamuel:

mom said its MY turn to draw the book burning goth kid

omnomnado:

👁️Gertrude and Gerard Keay👁️

A dumb comic I made back in 2020.
Don’t smoke, kids (even if you work in the Magnus institute)

the-gay-cousin-666:

I will never stop laughing at the fact that Gerry almost beat Jurgen Leitner to death but let him go becaue he looked like a weak old raisin, and Jon got to hear it from both parties.

pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong:

thinking about how nikola told jon she couldnt use his skin for the unknowing bc it was too bad and spent a month treating it but the skin she actually ended up using was from three corpses that had been dead for several months so that suggests either she was just fucking with jon to freak him out or his skin was just That Bad

nacrelysis:

all the reasons why i wouldn’t survive tma:

1) i get distracted incredibly easily. creepy michael mcfuckhands puts on a baby sensory fruit video and i’m gone.

2) my memory has a half-life of 2 minutes. was i supposed to take a statement? sorry i already forgot.

3) if i came into possession of a coffin that urged me to open it i’d name it bobert and develop a parasocial attachment to it.

4) i flail so badly in social settings. nikola orsinov could jumpscare me in my room and i’d still be asking her for tone tags. i’d try to awkwardly compliment her outfit and somehow end up asking if she eats erasers.

5) i’m a curious gremlin. not!sasha corners me in the tunnels and i just start asking her if her table is ikea. what it’s like to be the notthem. how she feels about her existence. what’s her birth chart. you know, wood makes me think of rocks and rocks make me think of gems do you want to hear about gems-

6) i’d be so busy trying to get social approval from annabelle cane. or agnes montague. or michael shelley. really any avatar, actually.

7) i have no brain to mouth filter. i will either start talking about the onceler to elias bouchard or rambling about any research topic i’ve found info on to peter lukas.

ieattaperecorders:

Since their bodies disappeared, I’m inclined to think even in the likely scenario where Jon and Martin died in the tower, they were still yeeted through the dimensional rift with the fears.

So in my head there’s a distinct possibility that in some other reality, two corpses have suddenly appeared in the middle of a street, still mid-embrace. Possibly surrounded by half-unraveled cassette tapes telling a fragmented story of how they got there.

Which is a decent way for them to be mysterious harbingers of the doom that’s coming there, I guess.

kazieka:

s1 of magnus was rly like “here’s a spooky story! ooooh! here’s a logical explanation for most of them! maybe some of them interconnect? ;)”

and then s5 was rly like “what is my worth as a god if i can do nothing but watch and profit from misery. here’s a story about free will that you’ll think about for the rest of your life. here is the triumph of love over fear in the face of the unthinkable. we are capable of greatness in spite of, and because of, our collective terror” and we just LET THEM DO THAT

itstootrashcollection:

pov: you’re a tape recorder after the apocalypse ended

patrickbateboy:

hey TMA fans, who’s your favourite avatar??

• a man betrayed by one of the people he most trusted, thrown into something so unknawable that all that is left of him is a rage so strong that the thing that wears his skin still feels it
• a woman raised from birth to be part of a story she had no part in writing, so caught up in being the chosen one that even we the audience only hear her story from the perspective of other people
• a woman who framed the narrative as we experience it, a liar so competent at what she does that she spun her own lies into absolute truths like a spider spins its web
• a man so afraid of death that he stole body after body and destroyed countless lives in a futile attempt to gain imortality that only ended with him becoming a sickening mockery of a god
• a woman completely made of others, a dancer created for no other purpose, who, even in the end, couldnt bring herself to finish her dance

prismatic-et-al:

I implore you to imagine jon panicking during his first interview for research and forgetting elias’ name, only for his brain to get stuck on the first surname that comes to mind in regards to the institute. 

jon: thank you for the opportunity, mr. magnus

jon internally: wait

jonah, experiencing total heart failure as this random traumatized interviewee starts sweating bullets: what did you just call me

tired-beholding-bitch:

unsurprisingly atm feeling incredibly emotional about Jonathan Sims Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute London I–

he tried so hard! he tried so hard all the damn time! in the face of things much bigger than he was that he could not possibly begin to understand, struggling against something that set him up for failure from the very beginning and laughed at his worst fear realised, confronted with something that seeked to eradicate everything human in him, he just kept trying.

and he made choices and sometimes they were bad but they were the best he could possibly do with what he had. he did his best.

he was always expected both by himself and others to give out so much of himself, to carve out so much of himself and repent bloody and kneeling for things that weren’t his fault, and he did, constantly attempting to make up for everything, even if it wasn’t his burden to carry in the first place. and he just kept splintering under the weight of it with scarcely a kind word in return, constantly eyed with distrust and hatred and resentment when he was just scared too. he was scared.

he was so scared.

barely a word of understanding for so long, so little effort to ever reach out to comfort him at his lowest, and the whole time he was so alone and he was so scared.

do you have any idea what it does to me that the last thing he ever got to hear was that he was loved?

right there at the end, when all the threads had finally converged and all the cards were drawn, and he thought he had finally given in completely to the monstruous part of him, I love you was the last thing he ever heard.

and the pain was sweet with it, and the knife was held as gently as it could have been. and the very last thing he ever knew was that he was loved.

anoptimisticdevil:

more memes from a post apocalypse world. dni if you were in the ant hill domain, dont trust any of y’all