I Know That The Magnus Institute Is Most Likely A Fancy Victorian Looking Building But I Was Looking

I know that the Magnus institute is most likely a fancy Victorian looking building but I was looking at 70s architecture in the UK as reference for a project and I realized that I've been picturing the institute as if it were built in the 1970s, like made from that very specific tan brick with random and unnecessary angles

Like this

Or like this

It makes absolutely no sense but it just feels right to me. I also think it's kind of funny, like the Magnus institute isn't some big intimidating spooky stone building in the middle of a modern street, it's just a crappy looking office building, I think that would be a little funny.

With all the stuff going on inside and the network of spooky tunnels underneath I should rightly be picturing a spooky place, and yet this image persists.

I was watching Jonny Sims' twitch stream yesterday and my dad came into my room to do something with my phone

and I went "I'm watching my streams," when I handed him my phone because I didn't want him to try and pause it

And he heard Jonny talking and excitedly said "I know that voice!"

And I said "yes, it's Jonny, he's playing video games for our entertainment,"

And he nodded then handed my phone back and left and I forgot to ask what he did to my phone.

Then today he walked downstairs to me in the kitchen and said "GERTRUDE FUCKING ROBINSON" emphasizing each word.

I'm starting to think introducing him to the magnus archives was a mistake.

My tiktok is basically just exclusively good omens edits, My favorite part of it though is going into the comments and seeing people say stuff like "she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen" and they're talking about 54-year-old Welsh actor Michael Sheen.

And they're right.

There's one problem with me being the hot girl of the neighborhood (besides the fact that I'm not a girl) is that I don't live in a neighborhood. I live on a ranch, so when I put on my little slutty five inch inseam shorts and my little crop top and I walk down the laneway to the mailbox, nobody sees me except the cars driving by. I just feel like I need more attention. I need to get glared at by an old woman. It validates me.

That's all

No one on this bus knows that I had to take out my contacts because one ripped, they all think I can see perfectly, what arrogance, what foolishness.

I'm an evil mastermind.