Hopefully Coherent Scribblings

I had a think about it and now that the Rusty Fears winners have been announced, I’m going to put my entry up here for people to read if they like.

The theme I chose was “The Messenger”, I hope you enjoy my little spooky story!

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Ciara’s reflection had been missing for a week.

“You know,” Jon took a gulp of his drink, “Daisy once told me she knew over a hundred ways to incapacitate someone. I was never sure if she was trying to threaten me or impress me,” Jon chuckled slightly.

“R-right…”

“Although honestly, I felt more threatened when she insisted on playing The Archers on the radio all day.”

“S-Sorry, what?”

“There were times I was sure she was trying to bore me to death.”

“Wait. Stop. Daisy likes The Archers?!”

“I know!” Jon laughed again, “I was just as surprised as you! She said she had eight months’ worth of episodes to catch up on and she wasn’t going to let anyone stop her.”

His laughter faded into a far softer sound and died off altogether as he took another drink and stared down into his mug.

“…I miss her,” He said quietly.

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On the weight of grief. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ okay so heads up right out of the gate, this chapter was partially inspired by Martin’s line from ep 179:

MARTIN …

We said our goodbyes to Daisy after the institute.

So its going to deal with canonical character deaths, grieving and canon-typical references to suicide. 

If that makes you uncomfortable, best to skip this one.

If you feel like I need to add any additional warnings to tags, please let me know.

(also! this is nearly 7000 words! again! me @ me: what is wrong with u)

Martin had one hand tucked under his face, the tips of his fingers poking out from his cheek and Jon was seized with the sudden urge to find his other hand and hold it closely.

From their trek out of the Lonely through the frantic chaos of the institute, Jon had held as tightly as he could onto Martin’s hand, only reluctantly letting go when he remembered he needed both hands to drive.

He didn’t have any excuse to take his hand now, no monsters to run from, no seascapes to break out of.

His chest grew tight and tender with an unpleasant ache. ~~ Chapter 2 of safehouse fic!

Includes:

Jon thinking too much!

Martin thinking too much!

A panic attack!

Tea as an act of service!

By the time they got to the safehouse, they had been on the road for nearly ten hours and the sight of the tiny, quaint old cottage in the middle of nowhere was a blessed relief.

“Huh.”

“Not what you were expecting?” Jon asked, unbuckling his seat belt.

Martin shook his head.

“When you said it was Daisy’s, I thought it would be something a bit more The Hills Have Eyes.”

He stepped out of the car and reached up to the sky to stretch his back out. When he turned, Jon was staring at him from the other side of the car, nonplussed.

“It’s a horror film.” “Ah,” Jon pushed his glasses up his nose, “Right…”

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i wrote scottish honeymoon fic and i know everyone has written scottish honeymoon fic but in my defense i only started listening to tma after s5 started! and i’m operating off of the two cakes principle! and also i wanted to get my version of how jm got together out of my head and onto paper so

aka mum said its my turn to write about the safehouse period!

besides, its the first thursday of the last hiatus, enjoy some relationship fluff before jonny inevitably destroys us with the ending next year

i always gush about the latest ep with the friend who got me into tma after we listen and we got talking about how the possibilities raised in ‘quiet’ are all things that people have hoped for/theorised on/worried about- Martin having to kill Jon; having a big, dramatic confrontation with Elias; jmart dying in some tragic, noble sacrifice etc, etc. 

and with all those things laid out so plainly for us I cant help but think they might be red herrings

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my thesis supervisor encouraged me to mess around with a poster making website for practice and instead of doing anything useful, I graphic-designed up a fan theory I’ve been thinking about for a while

to get meta about it, the theory of the panopticon, like the real-life architectural idea that was put forward by Jeremy Bentham and metaphor/theory expanded on by Michel Foucault has a critical component to it that reinforces this theory even more

To quote Foucault:

“It is at once, too much and too little that the prisoner should be constantly observed by an inspector: too little, for what matters is that he knows himself to be observed; too much, because he has no need in fact of being so.”

There doesn’t have to be anyone looking out of the central tower for the panopticon to function. The prisoner will self-regulate their behaviour because they don’t know who is looking or when they are so they have to always be on guard.

There’s no escaping observation in the changed world that Jon and Martin walk through, but Jonah doesn’t need to be in the panopticon for that constant observing to happen