John jumping from behind some bushes: TELL ME YOUR SECRETS!!!! {○.●}

Instant Therapy

Maybe *they* are of the beholder. Lmao

An entity of power must create in order to be considered a god. The Watcher, as it turns out, is the god of tape recorders.

@@clayxros576 hahahahahah hahahaha ha haha ha *cries*

@@aubarlowe Something tells me I'm not as far as you are, and that I hit the nail on the head. I am....afraid what that entails if true....

@@clayxros576 haha... oh... you're very right in some aspects and VERY wrong in others.

He dosnt even need to ask. He can just know. XD

On my first listenthrough for this series and this kind of thing is really ruining my interest. Hopefully it'll stop soon.

@@zypalitra8080 It's tough to get through but it gets better. The ending of s4 is great and s5 is phenomenal

@@chocoboko123 no spoilers of course but is the series finished yet?

@@zypalitra8080 yep, season 5 is the last one. They're actually currently working on a sort-of sequel series that takes place in the same universe too.

​@@chocoboko123Any idea about the name?

THIS

John💀

MOOD

I somehow want both at once even though I know that’s impossible

@@zawarudo3582 Redemption arc Be good, turn evil, feel regret, get redemption arc. Boom.

Ooh boy.... starting to sound like Elias there Jon. I'd be careful XD

@@TheJazzy1704I have this one in my book 😂😂😂

No one asked you to

Ikr

​@@implodingcolon1058i volunteer 👀

RoseMultiverse fr lmao

😏

ITS NOT evil... merely misunderstood...

@@laurahenriksen19 And dangerous

@@TelenTerror yeeaaahhh... but what isn't in this world of theirs?

*The eye* seem more stable than the rest

@@nuggs5509 it's truly dire when you have to make statements like that isn't it haha

I KNOW RIGHT?! Hungry-hungry hypocrites!

damn, you have a point. I feel quite guilty now, sorry. although, I wouldn't ''put my pants down'' that sounds weird tbh lol

Nah I blame you for stanning Elias AND I blame you for supporting voodoo demon John. Repent yall!

John is ace, so if I'm pulling my pants down I gotta go for the Allo one that's Elias

@@jaderush4141 thirsty thirsty thots-

I hate that.

Thats what i imagined too lmao

I’d start crying like ‘yeah and then…uh…😨’

I like that idea

I mean that's what she's meant to sound like She doesn't, even know

@@Mqstodon Yes, it is the classic question of if the ends justify the means. Does it matter if you mentally scar or even kill dozens of people if that means you save the lives of billions? If there was an obvious way to do so without the scarring/killing, then yes. However, they don't know if there is another way, nor do they have to time to figure it out before acting.

I think she thought she was capable of being ruthless, but when faced with ruthlessness she freezes. She can't even abandon daisy even if she once thought she had become a burden. Because deep down she's not like that, and is only trying to be tough because she wants to be efficient. She wants this to work. But she'll realise her hypocrisy I'm sure

yes this seems to be... the general opinion of the comment section. we're all going to horny jail

take me away, boys

I hate to admit it but yeah, is hot.

I'm asexual as f and still it was hot. Damn !

@@macabrecitrus2127 asexual but still finding it howt gang

Him, Helen, and Jared are the only avatars/avatar adjacent entities not trying to end the world. They should start a group chat.

YEAH he sounded just like him i got chills

Some stuff overlaps whether or not your morality differs? A obsession with knowing? Digging up secrets that no one wants to have dug up? Using their powers to obtain what they desire? Boy I bet Elias is planning to use Jon for something. Lol what if he wants to jump bodies or whatever like Reiner was trying to do

@@peachypauper 👁👁

@@peachypauper I think it’s also because his actions are becoming less of a human and more into his avatar instincts.

The tape recorders are hungry boiz.

nom nom

the eye goes nom nom nom

Eye wanna see the good shit Eye wanna see the gossip and a throw down Manxnaksna

I'm sure that it's just a sticky record button or something. Nothing supernatural about it whatsoever ;)

16? there are only 14. with possibly a baby 15th if you believe Dekker

@@mimkyodar thx

A baby 15th has to be the cutest way to describe the impending fear of our complete demise.

If you go back, you’ll realize that Jon started sounding like Elias much, much earlier in this season

Wittle baby Entity “the wowd without us”

it might've been less magically compelling them and more that, the guy was very disoriented and out of it, which leaves you very open to suggestion

he also compelled basira and daisy to give him the tapes in s2

@@robink.1856 HE DID???

I mean, he did something to that delivery guy, Breekon

@@pestilence.and.plague he compelled daisy, basira never confirmed or denied it but when daisy got all mad at him in a different season she tells him he compelled her, tbf he didn’t know he was doing it

She's not hypocritical. She's wants to be like Gertrude, but Jon had always had more mixed feelings. She's using his own logic against him.

It may be a tad hypocritical, but there's also something along the lines of Basira thinking 'This is *my* job, I do the bad things no one else wants to do. You're supposed to be the one with a conscience.'

She is. But that's because she's used to Jon being easily manipulated, squished, and shaped - she expects it, and uses it to keep herself feeling safe. The concept that he might be getting strong enough to be uncontrollable (by her) is terrifying.

I'm gonna disagree with the others: she's not a hypocrite, because she was talking about being willing to directly sacrifice people in order to stop rituals, not ripping statements out of randos he happened to coincidentally run into on the way like he was hitting a question block and getting a super mushroom full of fear dwee-oo dwee-oo dwee-oo, enjoy your pointless eternal nightmares

@@Idran absolutely cackling at the mario analogy thank you. though in his defense though it's not like he took the statement for funsies he needed the info and probably also energy since he gets sick without them

To be fair, he *does* destroy the world for a bit

Certified Jude Perry, Jared Hopworth, Mike Crew, Maxwell Rayner, Julia Montauke, Annabelle Cane, Nikola Orsinov, Jane Prentiss, Peter Lukas, Oliver banks, Elias Bouchard, Helen Richardson, Etc. moment (I don’t know any Slaughter, Buried, or Extinction followers)

can u blame us.............

@@f_mva not really LOL

....not wrong tbh

hello fellow tma fan rewatching episodes! jonny is a bastard

@@videokradio Rewatch buds! *Fist bumps* and yeah.. Jonny is a bit of a bastard.

I'm concern now

Hello fellow re-watchers (horrible pun, i know), going thought this again to prepare for the TMA2...

@@midnights2631 You've probably finished but same I am so scared

Why would it be?

@@americantoastman7296 I assumed it was, because: a) any camera artifact is almost certain to belong to the Eye b) after stealing the camera, they appear to be chased by an aspect of the Vast, implying that the Vast was trying to keep it locked away c) the statment doesn't so much as hint at what is so special about the camera to make it worth all the trouble, making it feel like a chekhov's gun being set up. Basically, my initial read of the whole thing was that the camera was secretly important to the Eye's ritual in the same way the gorilla skin had been to the Stranger's, and that the Vast had been keeping it hidden just like Nikola had accused the Archive of doing with the skin. I assumed Salesa's client that wanted the camera was Elias, or someone working for him, and that the explosion was either Elias acting with foreknowledge that Salesa intended to extort/betray him, or a 3rd party attempting to keep the camera out of the Archive's hands.

Eyyyyy fellow Colombian TMA fan!

@@theprideling es que no te esperas la mención de Colombia parce, me muero xD Un gusto ver otro colombiano por la sección de comentarios

Gantulga and I were both off-duty that night. Played some cards, I lost some money, and we both headed to our bunks. Nothing unusual, nothing worth being burned into my mind. Except that three hours later, I was woken up by the sound of Gantulga screaming his lungs out. I ran over to him, trying to see what was going on. And he was being attacked, that much was clear, but there wasn’t anyone there. The thing that was grabbing him, trying to reach down his throat and pull him apart… it was a pattern. Diamonds and swirls and colours that seemed to imprint itself upon his skin even as it pushed itself messily into his nose and mouth. What it was made of, I couldn’t say; the way it moved and shifted made my head throb with pain. I screamed, staggered back and fell, hitting my head on the table. I can’t have been out for more than a few seconds, but when I opened my eyes he was there, dragging the thrashing body of Gantulga through the door and up onto the deck. I followed slowly, unsteadily, but got there just in time to see Salesa throw both him and what looked like a blank rug over the side and into the ocean. Then he collapsed against the railing, a look of intense exhaustion passing over his face, and I left him there. He was drunk for the next two days, and we kept sailing on towards Cape Town. We no longer had anything to deliver there, but no-one was really sure what else to do. Whenever there’d been similar disasters before, Salesa was quick to make a new plan, let know Captain Gaultier know what the next steps were. It was one of the reasons the crew trusted him so much. He just always seemed to know what we needed to do next. This time, though… felt different. He was distant, quiet. His words, when he spoke to you at all, were blurred with alcohol and regret. Nobody knew what the plan was, so we just kept going. When we hit port, he disappeared for a while, nobody was sure where, and even when he showed back up he was spending his time on the phone. We all assumed he was trying to arrange the next job, but he had this… wild energy I’d never seen in him before, and it scared me. Whatever he was planning, it wasn’t going to be like the others. We were sure about that. Finally, he calls us all together. The captain’s there, but he doesn’t look happy. Salesa starts talking, says he’s been doing this too long, he’s getting slow. Says he’s retiring. So far, so sad, but not unexpected at that point. Then he says he wants to send us off with a proper payday, that there’s one last job he wants us to do. Very dangerous, very illegal. There are murmurs, questions, some angry, some confused. Salesa says anyone who doesn’t want to be a part of it, they can stay in port with a decent severance and find another job. A few take him up on that, and the rest of us decide to stay, though the captain’s clearly not happy this is costing him experienced crew. Still, he doesn’t speak up. I can see in his eyes the greed’s got him, like it’s got the rest of us. It’s not like we were underpaid on the Dorian, but there were rumours about how much money Salesa was making out of all this. When someone like that says there’s going to be a big payout, you listen. He was really cagey on the details, clearly being careful about exactly who he was telling exactly what. All I knew about what we going on were as follows: we were on our way to the Maldives, to a tiny island about a hundred kilometers south of Malé. No-one would tell me the name of the island, but in that area of the world any islands that small are usually private, though I had no idea who the owner might have been. Once there, Salesa and the four crewmembers he trusted most were going to take the small boat over to the island. We were to wait, and prepare to depart as quickly as possible as soon as they returned. He didn’t say exactly what he was expecting to happen on the island, but it wasn’t hard to guess that whatever he was retrieving, it wasn’t something he was purchasing legally. He made it clear we shouldn’t stop if we were followed or challenged by the authorities, and we should all be prepared to defend the ship should anyone attempt to board or stop us. The three hours I stood on the deck after they left on the little boat may well have been the longest of my life. It was night, of course, and we had no lights showing, nothing that would give us away. The island was completely dark as well, and if it hadn’t been for the bright moon shining down on the dense trees and sandy beach, I might not have been able to see it at all. The sound of the boat’s engine died quickly, and I was left standing there, surrounded by silence, waiting for something to happen, full of fear over what it was I had agreed to be part of. I longed to have a drink, to close my eyes, and rest for only a second, but every nerve in my body was on alert. When they returned, only two of the four crewmembers Salesa had taken were still with him. Questions as to what happened were met with dark looks and shaken heads. I felt the rumble of the ship beneath me almost immediately, and only got the briefest of glances at exactly what it was we were all risking our lives for. I’ve gone over that memory so many times, trying to think what I might have missed, but even now, whenever I think of it, it just looked like an old camera with a broken lens. And then Salesa closed and locked the metal box, and carried it down into the hold as we started to sail away. As he did so, I saw a flash out of the corner of my eye. I was on watch, so I hurried to the stern to see what was happening. There was a storm over the island. I don’t know where it came from, it can’t have been more than a minute since I’d last looked at it, an-and the skies were completely clear. But now it was covered in lightning, the rolling clouds above it dark and angry. The forked flashes came quickly, less than a second between them, and as the thunder started to hit my ears, I could see the trees of the island beginning to catch fire and burn. But there was something else. In the light of the flashing storm I could clearly see the waters around the island, and there was something there. A huge shape, a shadow surrounding it on all sides; getting darker, getting closer, coming up from deep, deep below the surface. It must have been huge, so large that the edge of it almost touched the ship, and had we been a few minutes slower I have no doubt whatever awful thing emerged that night, it would have taken us as well. Something began to break the surface as I realised the deep rumble was no longer the thunder, and I closed my eyes and fell to the deck, gripping the rail with all my might as a wave hit us from behind, propelling us away from it. When it had finally subsided, and I could bring myself to look back, the island was gone and ocean was still. Our journey back was a long one, but Salesa was in a far better mood than I had ever seen him. His step was light, his smile was easy, and the deep circles under his eyes seemed to be gone. He didn’t talk about what had happened on the island, nor of Christoph or Adreas, the two who had not returned. When we finally arrived at Southampton, he insisted on throwing a ridiculous party to celebrate our good fortune. The drinks flowed freely, and he walked around and shook each of us by the hand, telling us how much he would miss us in retirement and hiding his insincerity well. I do not believe there was a sober person on the Dorian when the night was over, and we slept easily. Well, the others slept easily, but they had not seen what I had seen. I didn’t hear the explosion myself. Dantez told me about it, as it had apparently woken him and a few others of the crew. A big explosion, they said, further into the port. We staggered onto the deck and, sure enough, smoke could be seen a little way off, its source hidden behind a wall of shipping containers. There was no reason at that point to suspect it had anything to do with us, but I think somehow we all knew what it meant. That something had gone terribly wrong. Nobody could find Salesa or the captain. We were still stood there, arguing amongst ourselves about what to do, when Captain Gaultier made his dramatic reappearance. His clothes were torn and his hair matted with blood. Before any of us could speak he commanded us to leave, to take up anchor and get out there. We did as we were ordered, and left immediately. Some tried to ask the captain about Salesa, but he just shook his head. He wasn’t making much sense. We managed to gather the two of them had left early to deliver the artefact, but something had gone wrong. There had been an argument. They had been betrayed. Salesa was dead. The captain died soon after; the shrapnel trapped in his skull finally getting the better of him. Who they had been meeting, how exactly they had been betrayed, were secrets he took with him to the grave. The crew fragmented after that. I think a few of them managed to retain ownership of the Dorian, but they weren’t people I was close to. So I jumped ship the next chance I got. And I have tried ever since then to leave those memories behind me. ARCHIVIST Thank you. FLOYD [Dazed] What… what…? ARCHIVIST [Soothingly] You can go. FLOYD Erm… I, I don’t… ARCHIVIST Thank you Floyd. You’ve been… very helpful. FLOYD C- ARCHIVIST It’s alright, Floyd. You just… need a break. FLOYD Yeah… Sure. [RINGING FOOTSTEPS DEPART] BASIRA What the hell was that? ARCHIVIST He had information about Salesa. I thought it would help. BASIRA Is that why you were so keen on this ship?

ARCHIVIST I wasn’t sure. Just had a hunch there was something here. BASIRA And what, you thought the best way to find it was by… slurping it out of his brain? ARCHIVIST He didn’t exactly seem inclined to volunteer the information. Besides, you said I needed to be ready for Ny-Alesund. “Full power” I believe were your words. The statement helped. BASIRA And now he’s going to see you in his dreams as he relives that for the rest of his life. Because… because a tape recorder told you to do it? ARCHIVIST Yes, Basira, he is. And I am sorry about that. But we needed it. Anyway you’re the one who wants to be like Gertrude. You think she’d give a damn about a few bad dreams? BASIRA No. ARCHIVIST No. She got the job done, and didn’t care about the cost. BASIRA But I thought you did. ARCHIVIST … I had to know, Basira. BASIRA It wasn’t right. ARCHIVIST You could have stopped me. … But you wanted to know as well, didn’t you?. … Get some rest. Two days yet. [CLICK]

@@petraivan6778 thank youssss ☆w☆

You are welcome! :)

Petra Iván Qkepadlkz jon has p o w e r s also thank you broski dude bro fam buddy pal chum friend ((((::

I absolutely agree except for the last part 😂

I doubt he doesn’t at all care about people. Him taking a statement from a random person isn’t the worst he could’ve done and honestly looking at the alternative it’s not that bad. I understand he’s not as nice as he could’ve been but the stakes are high considering they’re trying to stop yet another ritual and save the world AGAIN. This isn’t jon’s greatest moment but it goes to show what he needs to do to ensure the world doesn’t end

I know this is over a year old but didn’t Gertrude literally kill her assistants multiple times to stop rituals? This is extremely tame compared to that.

@@thebravest2332 Gertrude shed her morality, not her humanity. She was willing to kill anyone if that meant stopping the powers from winning. She notably did not use her archivist powers much unless it was absolutely required and thus was far more human than Jon was despite having her job for far longer than Jon. Jon just uses his powers as an archivist as a crutch and does not really use anything else resulting in him feeding the eye and becoming less human as a result.

But Gertrude was doing the same. Gerry said in his episode that Gertrude also read statements because they kept her going. Jon does it no because it’s an addiction but because as an avatar of the eye he literally needs to in order to stay on track otherwise he probably wouldn’t have the strength to save the world

@@ethanduncan1646 We already know that he shed his humanity when he was in the coma. Honestly he really had no other choice. However, shedding his humanity isn’t the same as losing his personhood and morals. He clearly still has his personality and emotions as we’ve seen this whole season. I don’t think him pulling a statement from a random person is a testament to his shattering morals or anything. I think it’s just showing what he needs to do to keep himself sane. Also I would argue that Gertrude being more willing to kill people is somewhat worse than Jon being more willing to use his powers. At the end of the day, he is the Archivist and as long as he continues to read statements to sustain himself he will be feeding the Eye regardless. At least this way he’s using it to save the world and everything. I feel like in this case retaining morals is better than retaining humanity, considering you can still be a good person even if you succumb to the entities. Gertrude was honestly kinda taking the easy way out by exploding buildings and killing people rather than using her powers as best as she can to do what she needed to do.

i dont think it is, lol

Nah ur valid

aaand immediately after I made this comment unpaused that's basically what Jon said to her lol

I meaaaan it was an explosion so my money does slide towards our favorite old lady being the reason he's dead.

Spoilers ahead This could be intentional on Salesa's part, he could want misinformation floating around so he would be able to hide better if no one knew the whole story

Yeah, that IS funny. :)

Salesa worked for Leitner, he's been around much longer than it seems.

Quiet, forever.

no, let's hear it

the influence 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

i dont believe so, the insitute "protects" its workers. daisy became an employee to escape jon watching her dreams

No, thats a normal thing. Some people have contagious personality and everything they think seems important. Others can cry openly and it feels as if they're not even there.