she took direct action

The hunter using her power for good.

One of the less talked about powers of the hunt is the sick comebacks

@@MyceliumNebula With great powers comes great responsibilities

@@amphitritemists4595 and even greater burns

should've been an avatar of the desolate because of the sick burns she hands out like candy

YES. So cathartic!

About time someone said it!

YUS

daisy coming in clutch with the archives' only braincell, it was blown into the coffin after tim stopped the unknowing

@@f_mva I was beginning to wonder where it went Basira had it for a good portion of Season 3 and then it disappeared after the Season 3 finale

Certainly helps that the Beholden seems to give a crap about its followers. Elias clearly doesn't, but it's noteworthy Jon is becoming more human and empathetic the less human his body and brain become.

Daisy kind of bestie goals now that she’s not constantly bloodthirsty

I’d probably be attached to the person that saved me from eight months of crushing weight occasionally interrupted by drowning in dirt too. especially knowing he went in willingly, without backup, and spent three days in there with her.

​@@clayxros576 I'm binging this series so I have NO idea if this is true or not but my thought was that the Beholden is us. I feel like they've hinted at this sort of metafictional aspect to the story a few times. The Institute and the powers that it conveys to its members seem more in the line of hoarding knowledge than creating fear. Wouldn't a shadowy organization like the CIA or something fit the bill of that much better? A secret society that could be anywhere at any time, holding arcane secrets and working to unravel the world, seems like it would be much better at actually harvesting the fear of Watching or Being Watched. You could perhaps argue that knowledge itself generates fear, because the Institute and its members know about things that would rightfully make them afraid, but the more powerful one becomes in this sphere, the less afraid they seem to be. Gertrude being a case in point, it seems like NOTHING scares her. So my thought is that the Beholder is supposed to actually be us. And the reason Jon is able to retain his humanity (and, in fact, become arguably MORE human in terms of empathy) is because the power he has been given carries with it our desire as the Watchers to see more, to see him succeed, to see a happy ending for the characters, and to know more about the world they live in. Can't really watch the world if everything is obliterated, just as the Hunt can't Hunt if everything is caught.

Jon’s nervous laugh at Daisy’s joke is so precious to me

Human as in the species, definitely not. Getting closer to the Eye has really made him more and more human in terms of personhood though. Weird, considering Elias. Makes me wonder if Elias is projecting on the Eye something the Eye doesn't want....

The former they were talking about while she was in the coffin and the latter she was talking about after the Unknowing if she hadn't been thrown in the coffin though I also wouldn't say the former was asked incredulously, it sounded more casual to me

@@Idransounded a little surprised imo

yea monsters aside it was kinda wholesome

As someone who sometimes has a hard time processing complex sentences, this comment is horrific levels of nonsense

@@emerz3530 same i was about to comment that

enemies to friends!!

Isnt it though? It's the best kind of jam, honestly their friendship is so nice

So wholesome :)

Frenemies

I think she prefers being stuck with the Eye than with the Hunt. At least with the Beholden you can control yourself. Humans are naturally curious anyway, so it only slightly changes those it touches.

Omg. Jon getting drunk. I wonder what that's like XDD

@@alphalilly8207 I hope he isn't a talkative drunk. Just imagine drinking in a pub, minding your own business when some random guy already half on his ass comes up to you and asks how your day is going, and suddenly you're stuck there for the next half hour spilling your guts out to this stranger you've never met, freely telling him things you wouldn't confide to your closest friends. Sounds like something someone would make a statement about.

@@screamingcactus1753 omfg lol. i can totally picture that. and Jon's smug face XDD

@@alphalilly8207 well considering hes working so hard to not to it itd be the equivilant of you being an addict, going out for some innocent drinks with your friends (one of which is a recovering addict being daisy no longer listening to the hunt) and you accidentally step on a heroin needle on the floor (asking someone a normal question) and suddenly your activly shooting up heroin into your veins relishing every moment as you ruin someone's dreams for the rest of their life, and then your friends see your high as a kite, call you a horrible monster and never drink with you again, never talk with you, or maybe even kill you, putting you down like a rabid dog because youre "no longer human". Jon is very sad and having some drinks is wonderful, he just has to make sure he never asks a question. He accidentally made melanie tell him avout therapy before she was ready, and look how hard that hit him

Their friendship is really lovely, I'm so glad he's got someone just being a FRIEND. He needs it, so does she

I really want to upvote your comment, but its at 666, so I'm leaving this here instead.

Daisy is being the only real friend Jon has right now. I honestly smiled and teared up a bit. She's much warmer and surprisingly empathetic when she's not being taken over by the Hunt.

Now time for a controlled shock.

@@Ghostrecall_M How about a little tea instead?

I found Elias!

​@@pseudotangerine9687aaand there's Martin! 😊

Not as long as Lucas is around lol

WHEN SHE SAID "SO ARE YOU" LIKE, HE'S ONE OF HER PEOPLE AND SHE CARES ABOUT HIM I CRY

I need to know how you reacted to the final season, if you were crying at this, darling.

@@biancamlf288 Destroyed, basically *thumbs up* :)))) Edit: thinking on it too deeply made me tear up and go "nooooo" in my head, so now I'm writing this edit as distraction But hey, I hear news of more from TMA coming, we'll see what happened after.... all that

Isn't the Neil in this statement also the one that the director lied about working on the film in Creature Feature?

@@V3xxeyup

He definitely listened to the tapes where the girls talked about Martin's crush on him and if that tape wasn't enough he had to have listened to the one where Elias was bullying Martin over his crush

you have to choose face cat

Face cat is the best of the two

I was thinking that

I thought it was part of the statement for a second and panicked so hard holy-

I wonder how many takes they need to say some of those names with a straight face

She's really becoming the Zuko of the cast. That scene really had the feel of "That's rough buddy"

​@@clayxros576 SHE IS. Thank goodness. I love her.

Yes

Yes

@@nopeimout3182 which one? The together together???

Mhm. Yeah❤️

Yes

_EXACTLY_

I'm worried too

nooooo!!!!!

Welcome to the world of British therapists. I had a speech therapist who spoke just like Nikola Orsinov. She spoke normally to everyone else! I literally laughed out loud when I heard Nikola's voice. (Didn't have her for long - she refused me another appointment after I asked her if she got her degree from a thermometer.)

@@fiddlesticksmeow6269 sorry gotta ask, is the thermometer thing a reference to this podcast and you made it as a joke? If it is I totally missed it so can you please explain it

@@oak_w00d89 Oh! No, it's not. You probably know this, but I'm on about a degree as in a qualification needed to be a therapist. You've got to go to university for that. But thermometers are measured in degrees (degrees celcius or degrees fahrenheit), so I was saying she was a terrible therapist and I don't know how she qualified. It's an insult, but also a pun.

​@@fiddlesticksmeow6269 two years late, but damn! Are you an avatar of the Desolation? Because you BURNED her! 😅

@@fiddlesticksmeow6269 you hitting that poor woman with lines akin to hamlet's "do you believe me a flute? since you coming here tryna play me" lmaooooo. irl psychologist here, yes "therapist" is sadly an umbrella term for... way too many things that apparently don't seem to need a degree...which ngl is infuriating. hopefully you found a better (and legit) therapist!

That is amazing and thank you for sharing, this comment just made my night. That is exactly what I was thinking. Edwardian offense XD

nooo i accidentally got spoil er

God willing. The tension between then was thick enough to trip over. JUST KISS ALREADY. 😂

That’s what I was thinking ☠️

To be fair, she changed jobs.

Her accent is adorable when she's not actively threatening anyone. ...When she _is,_ it's *hot.*

I agree, but i can't resist an um actually. Jon DID belive in the supernatural. Always. Aaz revealed in the heart to heart at the end of season 1 and, if i'm not mistaken, at the beginning of season 3, when he talks about his first Leightner. Season 1 Jon would be proud of my pedancy, i hope. :>

Honestly same

I already do this lmao

I started doing this for my Thesis (and the stress) and it's incredible useful to organize your thoughts and feelings. 10/10, Great idea.

And do it on little tape cassettes and give each one a statement number !! :D

For that "lo-fi vibe"

Got weird vibes from that therapist tho O.o

OMG HOW DID I NOT PUT THAT TOGETHER?! 😲 Great catch!!! 😃

Wait are there 2? Cause i thought his name was Gabriel

@@ducklord7952 Gabe is a common shortened version of Gabriel

It went "ooh, recording!", reached with its tendrils to touch it, then the doctor turned it off and it withdrew, pouting.

@@nanahuatli2144 The Beholding definitely seems to be more...positive in general. Outside of the lady who got stalked by eyeballs (I'm not counting mr Eyeball lungs cause I'm pretty sure that was Jonah's fault) it seems to try and keep its avatars and followers at least somewhat healthy. It makes sense, you can't search and archive information without having a clear head and mind, but the people running the seats of power for it always seems to be way more hostile than their patron. I mean, Jon is becoming more human as he becomes less human. Makes you wonder how many of the fears are really....malicious, so to speak, and how many have their powers twisted by malicious followers.

I don't know. I think the reason why he "seems more human" is maybe because he's becoming more accepting of himself. He knows that he's a monster now so why try to beat himself up about it. All he can do is keep going.

I'm still not convinced that the tapes are part of the beholding. I sort of feel like Jon has been touched by something else, something none of the Powers even know about.

And Jon’s incredibly awkward “oh... hA hA”

@@_mel_9953 has this poor man forgotten how to laugh

@_Filipa Maria Costa. Yes, he definitely has

Yeah, the pulleys really reminded me of that!

In the other side of the spectrum, there is William Afton.

Roughly around when martin confess he lied on his cv

WOAH maybe this story was based off of him? if not, thats such a neat coincidence!

Damn!

And her voice, that wasn't normal person voice.

@@late_prince8945 i'm not caught up on acast, but did this plot line ever go anywhere?

@@late_prince8945 im caught up and yet to see that therapist again hmm

I mean if Melanie is able to talk to her about the stuff she's been through she must have some knowledge of what goes on in the institute.

@@late_prince8945 Sounds like miss Skin Puppet, I do not like.

*:0 do you remember the timestamp?

god if that aint a lowkey mood

I could never figure out what performance school he learned at, or even if he went to one at all, but he would twist his fingers into all sort of bizarre, intricate shapes, until I could see the strings flowing over them. “We made them dance,” he would say, wonder and nostalgia in his voice. “Oh, how we made them dance.” Growing up an 80s cinephile and devotee of his art, I obviously had to learn to love horror. It wasn’t just his work with John Carpenter, either. It was common knowledge that Neil was deliberately seeking out darker and - more grotesque works, though no one knew why. Dead Sky, The Nightmare Children, Forty Winks - they were all in this period of his career, which culminated of course with Toy Shop. While it’s now regarded as a cult classic, I still remember the editorials of the time condemning it, and some even called it “the end of Neil Lagorio.” I think it was too late to officially be a video nasty, but it was certainly referred to as such in the UK Press. He told me later that he just needed to get it out of his system, though I don’t know if I entirely believed him. Whatever the case, my own relationship with him started in 1992, on the set of Jewel of the Amazon, a mid-budget effects-driven Kevin Costner vehicle. I’d been working in the industry only a couple of years by that point, and while I’d always dreamed of working with Neil Lagorio someday, it wasn’t - quite how I’d always pictured it. The production was rushed, the budget was stretched, the direction was… uninspired, and Neil seemed broadly miserable. Despite this - or, maybe because of it - we became friends. I think we bonded on that shoot, sheltering from the rain for hours at a time, watching a soggy animatronic jaguar gradually start to rust. I had to fight every instinct inside me, everything that wanted to burst out in admiration for his work and his - profound effect on my life, but instead I chain-smoked and laughed, trying my best to come across as my hero’s peer. What was Neil Lagorio like? The question is harder to answer than I always thought it would be. In so many ways, he was his work. Conversations were usually about the current shoot, future projects, or the most recent films of anyone he considered worth his attention. He had no time for whatever the issue of the day was, and despised Hollywood gossip and anyone who dealt in it. I will say that there was no… warmth to him. At all. He was not unpleasant or cruel, but beyond that you may as well have been talking to one of his steel-and-hydraulic creations. There were two sorts of people in the world as far as Neil saw it: those who were worth his time, and those who were not, and if you were in the latter group he honestly couldn’t care if you lived or died. Not that most people could tell which side of the line they fell on. There were even days that - I wasn’t sure myself. Sometimes, I remember, he would invite people over to his studio that I was sure he hated, for screenings of his original cuts. I was - quite jealous of this at the time, as I’d never got such an invitation. But it was probably for the best. I didn’t realize it back then, but… (sigh) Those guests… (how do I say this) …they never quite looked the same afterwards. We stayed in touch over the next few years, even worked together on The Wire Runner, his one underwhelming foray into CGI. He even kept in contact when I left to have my baby. It wasn’t planned, but while I may not have had much time for makeup and monster suits, the bodies inside of them were a… different matter. Anyway, even once I’d sorted out childcare arrangements, I found myself… more and more unwelcome, in the industry. It wasn’t that people weren’t willing to hire me - by this point, I had a hell of a special effects resume - but the hours you were expected to be working, the way shoots were set up, the culture of drinking, networking - (sigh) - none of it was really possible alongside parenting. I only really heard about Neil’s work from - what he told me. His disappointment at the director’s limited vision for the irradiated creatures in Eagle Falls, or his satisfaction with his latest - and, as it turned out - last foray into horror, with The Harvestmen. He’d always had a fondness for spiders, he told me, and I of course reminded him that harvestmen weren’t technically spiders. It was around that time that he started to suffer his first symptoms. He told me later his greatest regret was not being able to finish his final film, an art house piece simply titled Dancer. He never explained what it was about, nor do I think it actually came out, in the end. By the time it was due to start shooting he’d already begun to seize up. I became his carer a few months later. It just seemed to make sense. A frugal life, lucrative career, and prickly personality had left him with lots of money but no real support, while my life had left me in a position where I cared deeply about his wellbeing and was in desperate need of money. Everything just - lined up so neatly. I will say this once, and you can draw whatever conclusions you wish from it: Neil Lagorio did not have Parkinson’s disease. He began to have difficulty moving, yes, but his mind remained razor-sharp at all times, and his growing immobility at no point seemed to cause him any pain, or discomfort. It was simply that, over the course of several years, he stopped being able to move under his own power. The doctors were never able to name it anything other than Parkinson’s, and - I’ll admit I’m no expert… But I know they were wrong. When it started, I was worried that Neil would take the loss of his work very hard. It had been all he was for so long, surely being unable to continue would devastate him. Instead, he threw himself into a new project, one I would never have expected, but that suited my engineering background perfectly: Neil had devised a series of frames, ropes, and pulleys, to be constructed in the rooms and corridors of his home. At the end of these ropes were hooks, which slotted into harnesses, again of his own design, that he wore on his wrists, his neck, his torso, and his legs. When properly built and attached, it allowed me to move him, without a wheelchair or my own support. I could stand him up, and walk him like a puppet. I protested of course; this man was my hero, I loved him, and there was no way I could subject him to this - awful indignity. But my objections were ignored, as always, and Neil insisted that this was what he wanted. So I built that - strange contraption, using the skills I had developed across my whole life, to fill every corner of Neil Lagorio’s house with wood and steel and cable. And when it was all done, and I pulled him through his first jerky, standing motions, it did seem to make him happy. Pulling on those levers and cords, moving him step by stiff-limbed step through his house - it was the first time I had seen Neil smile in years. And so that became our life. For almost a decade, I went to his home every day, strapped him up, and gradually puppeted my idol through whatever strange, parodied version of domestic life he desired. I still had to feed him, had to wash him, but he would always insist that his arm be hoisted to his mouth before I fed him a sandwich, or that I correctly position him in the bath. And gradually the surreal gave way to the mundane, and it simply became… our life. I barely even noticed when the harnesses were no longer necessary, when the loops for those hooks were now embedded directly into his body. I must have asked him about it, but at the time it just seemed like - such a natural progression. It was almost six months ago when the woman came to our door. She looked like a film student, and at first I took her for a fan. Neil’s work wasn’t the sort to attract adoring masses, but occasionally admirers would find their way to his home. Usually he’d send them away, but sometimes he’d have them wait in the atrium while I positioned him in his studio, ready for a short meeting or Q-and-A session. I was about to ask her to wait while I checked with him, but as I started to speak she turned her head, revealing a mass of white thread criss-crossing all over the side of her temple, standing starkly against the dark brown of her skin. She told me to sit down, and I did. I heard the levers and pulleys move behind me, and I could tell that Neil was being walked down the corridor towards this woman, but I couldn’t see. I couldn’t turn my head. So I don’t really know what his reaction was. But it didn’t sound like one of fear, or despair. He called her ‘Annabelle,’ and she sent me to his screening room. She told me I was to watch his original cuts. “Just until we’re all done here,” she said. And as I walked away from Neil, the last time I saw him alive, he was dancing, the cables shifting and moving him in a graceful, sweeping ballet. And he was crying with joy. I don’t know how long I was watching those films. I don’t - It was hard to keep track of time. According to my daughter, I was missing for five months. When Annabelle let me out, Neil was dead. He was hanging there, wrapped in his strings like a cocoon, twisting gently around, and around, and around. She told me to take the films, his original cuts. She told me to come here. She told me to give them to you. I resisted for some time, but I’m done now. She’s won. And I’d - very much like to go home. ARCHIVIST (sharp intake of breath) Statement ends. (exhale) Hm. Neil Lagorio. You ever see any of his work?

ARCHIVIST (overlapping) Mm, they were… Well, let’s just say it’s not a complete shock there was something unnatural to them. Didn’t know we had copies in the Institute, though, let alone original cuts. [HE LAUGHS.] ARCHIVIST (CONT’D) Records indicate they ended up in… (paper flips) Artifact Storage. DAISY Probably best they stay there. ARCHIVIST Yeah. (inhale) Yes, of course. [PAUSE.] ARCHIVIST (CONT’D) Annabelle Cane, though… She worries me - I - I don’t know. This is the second time she’s turned up, uh… Peripheral to the Institute? DAISY That you know of. ARCHIVIST Meaning what? DAISY (sigh) She’s Web. Spider’s sneaky like that. Like that lighter you’re always using; where’d you get that? ARCHIVIST Mm. Good point. We should keep our eyes open. Anyways - How’s Basira doing? I haven’t seen her much since - (inhale) Well, she seemed a bit tense the last few times we spoke. (cautiously) How are you guys doing? DAISY (overlapping, clears throat) N-No, Basira she’s - she’s been good. We’re together, so it’s good, (sigh) if she didn’t keep treating me like a china doll. (inhale, exhale over speaking) But it’s alright. ARCHIVIST That’s understandable, I suppose. DAISY (sigh) Yeah, well - (sigh) What do you think? You think I’m weak, just - (sigh) - ‘cause I’m not already chasing the next kill? You think I’m less me? ARCHIVIST I - (sigh) I don’t feel like I’m exactly in the best place to judge the… intersection between free will and humanity. (stuttering inhale) I’m still trying to figure that out myself. DAISY John… When you went in the coffin, was it you choosing to do that? Did you actually think you could save me, or was that something telling you to do it? ARCHIVIST It was me. I was - drawn to it, I’ll admit, but it was my decision. It wasn’t entirely about you, though. [HE SIGHS AS HE SAYS THOSE LAST WORDS.] DAISY What was it? ARCHIVIST My - (large sigh) My memories of the coma are not clear, but I know I made a choice; I made a choice to become… something else. Because I was afraid to die. But ever since then, I - I don’t know if I made the right decision; I’m stronger now, tougher, I can - (he cuts himself off) If I do die, now, or get sealed away somewhere forever? I don’t know if that’s a bad thing. And I don’t want to lose anyone else, so if I can maybe - stop that happening, and the only danger is to me, I - I’ll do it in a heartbeat; worst case scenario, the universe loses another monster. DAISY That’s messed up. [THE ARCHIVIST LETS OUT A LAUGH.] ARCHIVIST (inhale) Yeah. I suppose it is. DAISY Did you know the coffin wouldn’t kill you? ARCHIVIST I - guess I thought imprisonment wouldn’t - wouldn’t be as bad as it was. [DAISY SIGHS.] ARCHIVIST And it’s a lot easier to make that choice than it is to actually endure the result; you might have noticed when I was in there with you I… I had regrets. DAISY Yeah. I remember. ARCHIVIST Plus I thought - (pause, small sigh) Well, I didn’t know what being down there had done to you. DAISY (slight intake of breath) You thought I was gonna kill you? ARCHIVIST It was a possibility. DAISY Guess so. [A SHORT PAUSE, SILENT BUT FOR THE ARCHIVIST’S BREATHING.] ARCHIVIST Daisy. DAISY Hm? ARCHIVIST It, uh - hm - Is it, uh - Weird question, but - I - (sigh) I haven’t seen you in my dreams? The last couple of weeks? DAISY Oh, ah - No, I - I work here now. Figured it seemed to protect the others, so - ARCHIVIST Oh! Right, so you - wait, did you talk to Lukas, or…? DAISY (overlapping, hah) Broke into Elias’s old office, found an employment contract, filled it in, and signed it. ARCHIVIST And that worked. DAISY Seems so. ARCHIVIST And you’re not… worried about - DAISY Basira’s trapped here. So are you. Not like I’m going anywhere anyway. ARCHIVIST I suppose not. So… (sigh) No more dreams. DAISY Not of you and your weird eyes. Just the coffin. ARCHIVIST Is that better? DAISY (fierce) It’s mine. ARCHIVIST Right. DAISY You need to stop moping. ARCHIVIST (the picture of Edwardian offense) I what? DAISY You need to stop swanning around, being all sad. ARCHIVIST I - I’m not swanning around - DAISY (OVERLAPPING) “Boo-hoo, I’m so alone and a monster.” ARCHIVIST I am alone. Martin is - DAISY Busy doing paperwork. Not like he’s dead. Besides, he’s not the only other person here, you know. There’s me, Melanie, Basira - ARCHIVIST Traumatized, traumatized, and paranoid because of me. DAISY (give me strength) Get over yourself! You’re always talking about choices; we all made ours. Now I’m making a choice to get some drinks in. Coming? ARCHIVIST (wha?) I - I don’t - I - (slight pause, he grapples with the concept of friendship) Yeah, okay. DAISY Melanie’s out. But I’ll go get Basira. ARCHIVIST (sigh) Is she - W-Will she want to join us? DAISY (darkly) If she doesn’t, I’ll rip her throat out. ARCHIVIST Uhhh… DAISY It’s a joke, John. ARCHIVIST Oh. Haha! (soft) Yes. I - I-I’ll get my coat. [TAPE CLICKS OFF.] [INT. THERAPIST’S OFFICE] [TAPE CLICKS ON.] THERAPIST Right, have a seat. [IMMEDIATELY, WE NOTICE A LARGE RUSH OF BACKGROUND NOISE. IT’S NOT OBVIOUS WHAT’S MAKING IT UP - IT’S VERY CONDENSED - BUT IT’S DEFINITELY THERE. THE THERAPIST HERSELF SOUNDS VERY PLEASANT.] THERAPIST Do you mind if I record our sessions? MELANIE I do mind, yes. THERAPIST Ah, I mean, it’s just for my own notes - MELANIE I categorically, and completely, do not give consent for you to make any recording of me, ever. Turn it off. Please. THERAPIST I - I see. Yes, of course. [TAPE CLICKS OFF.]

@@petraivan6778 thank you o(^^o)

You are welcome :)

Petra Iván thank youuuuu

Could be a manifestation of the stranger

Wait this is season 4

@@SaigonWaigon9036 The podcast is long past this. You can listen to it on their website link to Acast. Season 5 already started, about midway by now.

Spider wife is best wife.

@@mimkyodar Better than fire wife though???

Don’t be shy OP finish the thesis

Well... A few of the later episodes kinda derail some of the details in this red-string conspiracy board... But the essence of it is still pretty true. Anny never wanted a ritual. But alas... Doors were *made* to be opened.

yes, he did the same when someone else asked about it in a previous episode.