My Pookie Precious Dearest (man Thrice My Age Or So).

All of my pages have been blue-themed recently

It’s Monday. Have you killed something with your teeth yet?

Quickly being reminded of how much Martin Blackwood really is the character of all time. He faked his CV. He’s a serial arsonist. He has mommy issues. He got pissed at his boyfriend for killing their boss without him. He gets the hots when said boyfriend kills monsters with his eldritch horror powers. His love language is tea. He’s got psychopathic tendencies. He writes poetry. He made up a fake middle name for no reason. He’s gay. He’s fucked up. He’s even trapped in a modified version of Windows NT 4.0, a business focused predecessor to Windows 95. I can only hope to one day create a character so iconic.

I actually love him so much he's consuming my brain fuckkkk

Send your archivist my best wishes (and tell him to get some goddamn sleep)

I’ve informed Jon that the people of tumblr love him. He said ‘go away Murphy, I’m sorting statements’ and then muttered something about Gertrude Robinson. Tim has informed me that Jon took a nap last week and not to worry about it.

if ever you find symbolism in my writing please tell me i’d like to know about it too

How are my sweetie pees

I am not a who, archivist, I am a whore

Not to beat a dead horse, but the naming conventions in the Magnus Archives are truly delightful. Jonny really said, “Here’s a cast of fascinating characters! Their names are:

My actual full legal name

The first names of my friends + the last names of famous horror writers

Michael (x4)

They all die horrible deaths :)”

I've started to listen to the Beatles, and I think I finally understand François Deschamps.