This is the funniest thing i've ever heard congrats on being the smartest mfs on the planet

i found this on tumblr and logged into this site for the first time in 5 years just for this. . .it was 10000% worth it

OHMYGOF I JUST STUMBLED ACROSS THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER

this is beautiful, shedding tears, this song is sad and the message really speaks to me (In all seriousness I love this song)

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA (Live In Studio) - Will Wood

...well, better than the alternative

Song is not mine.

All credits go to Will Wood.

Listen to Camp Here and There on Mayfieldandbelov.com, Spotify, YouTube, and Apple Podcasts.

Yes, to Err is Human, So Don't Be One. - Will Wood

The geniality of Amanda Palmer and Jason Webley

08-evelyn evelyn-elephant elephant-xtc

My Sophomore EP. A theatrical mix of rock, pop, jazz, electronic, and a whole lot more. Lots of horns.

Whose Eye Is It Anyway???

spoilers for MAG101! a song for Michael Shelley. me entertaining the idea of a more self-aware michaeldistortion or a thought process of  michael shelley turnin' into michaeldistortion....idk. a compilation of Michael Shelley thoughts.

inspired by The Magnus Archives by Rusty Quill!

LYRICS
I started working for her when I was still young
Thought that place could answer things I didn’t know how to ask
I’d chased answers for years something to quiet my mind
And I knew she had the knowledge I sought to find

I had a flaw you lack and that flaw was trust
I wish I'd kicked it out in time and ground it to dust
Things are more than they appear, doors and people too
The veil between faith and folly is easy to fall through 

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?





She was forgetful yet had so much behind her eyes 
Knowledge barely contained within her frail frame
I couldn’t tell what it was, but there was a density there
Indiscernible things always crowding her air

I had the feeling if she told me I could not begin to understand
There were times I’d feel ignorant and useless
Feeling she was seeing the world with an added dimension
All I could do was give her all my trust and attention

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?

We traveled north for a little business trip
To a place with a name that was fake
We shared a glimpse of hallucination or evidence
She gave me a map that made no sense

She said I could stop a great evil
It was the something I’ve become one with
With the map in hand, I stepped into the maze 
Of ever-changing colors and no nights or days

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?


I met the monster and I made it my own
Made these hallways I wandered my new home
Am I too sharp to look at, am I something unknown?
Would you still call your hand a hand if it had so much bone?

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?

Through My Door (A Magnus Archives Fansong)

that is what most of the daisy comments say

about timothy stoker from the magnus archives

lyrics:
Keep thottin’ it up in heaven king, hope you enjoy your kayaking trip
Sexiest man in TMA with that worm scar and Hawaiian shirt drip
I miss him so much (oh my god)
Press F for respects 
Canonically assigned hot by basira

Tim is sexy and never did anything wrong
Tim is a prick (we do not see it)
He’s the love of my life and I am staying strong
by not looking at those who call him a dick
Ok, in all seriousness I did not know 
People found him toxic or annoying at least 
I feel like Tim has a deep seated, primal
Fear of geese

Keep thottin’ it up in heaven king, hope you enjoy your kayaking trip
Sexiest man in TMA with that worm scar and Hawaiian shirt drip
Seducing those cops (fuck the police)
Rest peacefully, legend
Canonically assigned hot by basira

canonically assigned hot by basira

A Magnus Archives parody cover of "Cruisin' for a Bruisin'" from Teen Beach Movie. Spoilers for TMA up till end of Season 4.
feat. @bastardhour on Tumblr (me) as Elias and Michael, @cuteandquirkyfunandflirty on Tumblr as Nikola and Melanie, @sa1ntraphael on Tumblr as Jon, and @sadiegoldstein on Tumblr as Jane Prentiss. lyrics by me and @cuteandquirkyfunandflirty on Tumblr!

lyrics:
ELIAS
You better run, run, run, here I come
Committing pipe murder under the sun
Yeah, I’m murderin’ this Jurgen!
Whoah! Picking it up
Smooth and lead-y
Slicked back hair, man, this pipe is getting heavy
Yeah I’m murderin’ this Jurgen
Did some murder, gonna blame it on Jon
What a nice day to get your pipe murder on

INSTITUTE EMPLOYEES
Don't stop, stop beholding!

ELIAS
You know I'm all knowing!
I see anything I want anytime I want

INSTITUTE EMPLOYEES
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
We just see, see, see all day
There’s only one way for you to get away

NIKOLA
Prepping for our ritual in the wax museum
Hanging with the Archivist but of course you can see him
We’re skinning for a winning

JON
Alright, I went to the tunnels and what did I see
A hundred little monsters staring at me
I was starving for a statement
I got my lighter and my recorder
Just start that tape, I'm ready to go!   

INSTITUTE EMPLOYEES
Don’t stop, stop beholding
You know we’re all knowing
We see anything we want anytime we want
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
We just see, see, see all day
There’s only one way for you to get away!

MELANIE
Oh no, there’s only one way for you to get away!

JANE PRENTISS
Goes 1, 2, 1, 2, 3

JANE/MICHAEL
A-who who who’s messing with me

JANE PRENTISS
I got a body full of worms, all squirmin' in me!

JANE/MICHAEL
We’re coming through the tunnels we don’t need a key

NIKOLA
Oh, a dance break! You know I love being on stage!

ELIAS
Peter, I want another divorce. But after this dance.

NIKOLA
C'mon, Archivist! I know you want to dance! Oh, it's no fun if you just stand there and pout.

MICHAEL
Archivist, why don't you want to dance?

INSTITUTE EMPLOYEES
Ooooh
Don’t stop, stop beholding!
You know we’re all knowing
We see anything we want anytime we want
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
We just see, see, see all day

ELIAS
There’s not a single way for you to get away

INSTITUTE EMPLOYEES
Don’t stop, stop beholding
You know we’re all knowing
We see anything we want anytime we want
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
We just see, see, see all day
ELIAS
There’s not a single way for you to get away

INSTITUTE EMPLOYEES exc. ELIAS
No, there’s only one way for you to get away

MELANIE
Oh no, there’s only one way for you to get away!

INSTITUTE EMPLOYEES
Oh!

Murderin' This Jurgen

spoilers up to MAG101! (content warning be more chill)
parody of "Michael in the Bathroom" from Be More Chill but with mr. Michael............lyrics and vocals by bastardhour on tumblr

LYRICS:
MICHAEL:
I am lost somewhere in Sannikov Land in an endless hall 
I could stay right here or disappear
And nobody'd even know at all
I'm on my own in these hallways 'cause Gertrude kinda left me alone
And though I’ve got a map it’s confusing and strange
Beyond each door is something unknown
 
Everything felt fine
When I was at the Institute
Now I’m losing my mind
my thoughts are all convoluted
Now I'm just
Michael in the hallways
Michael in the hallways of the spiral
Forget how long its been
I'm just Michael in the hallways
Michael in the hallways of the spiral
Why did I come in????
Going through each door built by the worker of clay
Hoping that i can somehow find my way
I'm just Michael with a map
Michael scared and trapped
Michael in the hallways by himself
All by himself

I am searching,
‘Cause it’s out there
The heart of this evil thing
Memories get erased
And my thoughts replaced
With mockeries of them hung by a string
And I hear someone laugh
Or maybe it’s just me and I don’t know it
HAHHAHAHAHHAHHA. (that's laughter)
And my feelings sink
Cause it makes me think
I can’t tell what’s real and what’s not real anymore

i just know I’m
Michael in the hallways
Michael in the hallways of the spiral
This is worse than anything I feared
Michael in the hallways
Michael in the hallways of the spiral
As I choke back the tears
I hope I’m getting close
To my destination
as my anxiety grows
i have the realization
That the Michael
Who I did know
That Michael will be gone, though
Now he’s Michael in the hallways by himself
Knock, knock, knock, knock
I think this is the right door
Knock, knock, knock, knock
thats what this map says for sure 
Stomp stomp stomp stomp
i walk in and see the heart
whomp whomp whomp whomp
I Gotta tear this thing apart
Clang, clang, clang, clang
I rip it out but something’s wrong
Bang, bang, bang, bang
It’s started twisting me along
crash, crash, crash, crash
i am torn apart yet glued
to something strange and I’m renewed
I go to open up the door
But I can't hear knocking
Anymore

And it feels so sharp
To be twisted and modified
And then I look in the mirrors
something distorted appears
And there's no denying
I'm just
... in the hallways
let me remember my name
Mmmmmmmmm now I’m
Michael in the hallways of the spiral
I’ll never be the same

So hello there!
why don’t you open this door
No, it’s definitely been here
And you have seen it before
I'm just Michael
Yes, no last name
I’m not sure what exactly came
Before the what I am now
nothing to understand now
Michael who you don’t see
Come in and then I won’t be
Michael in the hallways by himself
All by himself
All by himself
All you know about me
Is my name
Step on in,
You’ll be so glad you came

Michael In The Hallways (The Magnus Archives Parody)

tma wikisong for jonathan sims!
check out my fantasy group improv podcast about a murder island reality tv show on Spotify here: https://open.spotify.com/show/2kF7ek2hVm5QP8Nh0V2BRm?si=Bjd2b08uQ4azwruG45yTwQ iTunes here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/ziglets-zany-murder-mania/id1546165055 & elsewhere ( look up "Ziglet's Zany Murder Mania!")
STREAM MY EP now on spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/0NSsmq92kewSVRj19I41i4?si=8BLAXVrwQNqn6kfZTAN3ow (or find me at "elliotly" on other music streaming platforms). 
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also check out my musical podcasts Perfect Times Eleven (gay superheroes n arson) and Whirlwind for Hire (immortal wlws w/ swords) if ur into musicals (u should be able to find them on streaming platforms by lookin up their names!)

comment creds to the wonderful commenters in the screenshots! find my other tma wikisongs here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CMEEJscczQ&list=PL4xqUjsrBMxW-WEfYZAKJJcA9sr_1DHlK

lyrics:
Poor old Jon, I am so sick of this man
being bullied by life itself.
hot jon rights you're absolutely correct
People care a lot about his health 

Theatre kid icon
Needs a hug and a nap
and a lil hot cocoa
And a blanket to wrap

Theatre kid icon
Ship him with therapy
short king archivist supremacy

Jon-binary rights Jon-binary wrongs
Not used to having a coward as a protagonist
I kin this man and i regret it everyday
What an absolute dumbass prick. He’s a

Theatre kid icon
Needs a hug and a nap
and a lil hot cocoa
And a blanket to wrap

Theatre kid eye-con
Ship him with therapy
short king archivist supremacy

short king archivist supremacy

✮  elliot valentine, he/him ✮ writing musicals with mel hornyak (they/them) under "melliot" (ghost story, adamandi, the art of pleasing princes) ✮ also pop music under "elliotly" ✮

Murderin' This Jurgen

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