#The Countdown Conspiracy

[whimseysthrone]

The Countdown Conspiracy, by Katie Slivensky (2017)

Katie Slivensky’s The Countdown Conspiracy is an upper middle grade adventure story all about six young astronaut candidates preparing for an international mission to Mars. Set on a near-future Earth still recovering from a global war fought over asteroid-mining rights, the story begins with a captivating slow burn and piles of intrigue. The Countdown Conspiracy builds from there to high stakes…

[machinavocis]

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[majortomiscominghome]

I am having a Pepe Silvia moment over Delta Green lore, which is also badly mixing with one of my all time favorite movies The Death Of Stalin.

[juniorisarealman]

visual aid in progress for a school assignment

@sing-the-beginning-of-moana

[theharlotofferelden]

The Manifesto posted to Substack is fake

I've been seeing people uncritically share this (now deleted) substack article claiming to be Luigi Mangione's manifesto. If you believed this was real you should know that it's fake.

The real manifesto wasn't posted up until a day ago by Ken Klippenstein. You can read the manifesto here:

“To the Feds, I'll keep this short, because I do respect what you do for our country. To save you a lengthy investigation, I state plainly that I wasn't working with anyone. This was fairly trivial: some elementary social engineering, basic CAD, a lot of patience. The spiral notebook, if present, has some straggling notes and To Do lists that illuminate the gist of it. My tech is pretty locked down because I work in engineering so probably not much info there. I do apologize for any strife of traumas but it had to be done. Frankly, these parasites simply had it coming. A reminder: the US has the #1 most expensive healthcare system in the world, yet we rank roughly #42 in life expectancy. United is the [indecipherable] largest company in the US by market cap, behind only Apple, Google, Walmart. It has grown and grown, but as our life expectancy? No the reality is, these [indecipherable] have simply gotten too powerful, and they continue to abuse our country for immense profit because the American public has allwed them to get away with it. Obviously the problem is more complex, but I do not have space, and frankly I do not pretend to be the most qualified person to lay out the full argument. But many have illuminated the corruption and greed (e.g.: Rosenthal, Moore), decades ago and the problems simply remain. It is not an issue of awareness at this point, but clearly power games at play. Evidently I am the first to face it with such brutal honesty.”

And on the subject of disinformation, you should know that the "Countdown to Truth" YouTube video people were claiming was uploaded by Luigi was also fake.

Please share this. There's too many conspiracy theories going around right now without believing disinformation.

ETA — editing this post to debunk this manifesto I’ve recently become aware of. I haven’t been able to find anyone talking about this one online, but using Whois to check when the website was created reveals it was made December 9th, which is the day he got caught. It also shows the website was registered by someone living in Reykjavik, Iceland.

ETA 2 — I didn’t think I would have to say this on a post trying to combat disinformation, but since that person called me a “narc” after calling them out for trying to derail this post with conspiratorial thinking, I feel the need to say that at the time of me writing this post, Luigi Mangione is, at most, the main suspect in the murder of Brian Thompson. I make no claims that he’s the perpetrator (although I will admit the evidence is stacked against him). I am in support of a trial by jury and am in favor of a not guilty verdict (and jury nullification).

[onnahu]

An idea:

Bruce doesn't know about the universe-hopping thing in the countdown to final crisis, and has no idea how Jason would get to know a Green Lantern.

Donna? He can understand, they met like, two times when Jason was Robin, and she's friends with Dick. Suspicious, but explainable. Kyle Rayner however?

That's a thing about Bruce: he's paranoid and obsessive, so he keeps tabs on who his children associate with. So, when he can't figure out what's with that weird Kyle+Donna+Jason thing is, he start's to do reaserch.

The thing about his kids? They have no mercy. They're not gonna help him. They'll do the opposite. They organise their friends/collegues/associates from hero community so they'll act all buddy-buddy with Jason, seemingly out of the blue.

Bruce is stressed. How does Jason suddenly have friends? And why are those people like Green Lanterns, Superfamily, and oh god, JOHN CONSTANTINE.

The last one organised Jason. Just to spite Bruce. It looked like that:

Jason: Yo, Constantine, right?

John: That's me. Who are you?

Jason: Just a guy who wants to give Bats some grey hair. You in?

John: whatever it is, i'm in.

Hal Jordan went pretty much the same way, just with Kyle's help.

In the end, it ends up being a full on all-heroes conspiracy. Bat's on your nerves? Go out with his son and do something unhinged.

[thisisnotawebsitedotcom-com]

Computer Code: CONSPIRACY

The monitor will show a video of someone reacting to the Soos maintenance post-countdown. That someone is called Charlie Day apparently.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I’m so confused about how to talk about Kate anymore. A lot of the conspiracy theorists are Kate haters (the celebitchy crowd, etc). The conspiracy theorists are the one saying Kate was thrown under the bus for the Mother’s Day photo because they can’t accept it’s their fault for speculating so they want to throw the blame back to the palace. But I’ve encountered people who use these lines. They also believe Kate’s “handlers” failed her, and usually they say this as if to mean Kate is just handled by the palace. That’s actually something I see a lot with sussex squad. They often refer to Kate as someone with “handlers” who make sure she is a perfect princess. That’s one of the reasons they hate her, because they think she’s just a perfect princess handled by the palace.

So the confusing thing is people feel like they are fighting on behalf of Kate by saying she was thrown under the bus, but in some ways there are implications in what they say that she’s a complete doormat handled by handlers.

Do you think it’s actually so hard to believe that it was Kate who did the photoshop? Some people seem to think it’s impossible that the princess herself was the one who did the photoshop. Or do you think it’s impossible that it was her who insisted that she release an apology? Do you think they should’ve released a statement signed by both William and Kate? I don’t know and I’m so confused. And I will certainly fight on Kate’s behalf always but I can’t do so about perceived grievances that I don’t know the entire truth about.

And btw, I just want to say to that anon that said nobody’s been wishing for William and Kate to divorce like they do with Harry and Meghan. The fauxmoi sub on reddit literally has Prince William affair scandal on their bingo card for 2025. Omid Scobie literally posted a clock countdown for Kate’s announcement earlier this year and all the sussex squad were salivating at what the announcement could be. How can people be so blind? I honestly don’t like speculations about Harry and Meghan divorcing even though I don’t like them. Some “fans” just want to generalize that “ohhh royalists are so mean they’re speculating about harry and meghan divorcing” while ignoring what they’re doing to william and kate. I can’t with people generalizing just so they can confirm their victimhood narratives for harry and meghan and justify what they do. Sorry for the rant but people’s opinions and speculations and the endless assumptions and getting angry on behalf of their favorite royals… I’m getting tired of royal watching.

Do you think it’s actually so hard to believe that it was Kate who did the photoshop?

No. I mean, that's my personal theory. William took the photo. Kate chose the best one and made a couple of edits, ordinary edits that everyone makes, and posted it.

Some people seem to think it’s impossible that the princess herself was the one who did the photoshop. Or do you think it’s impossible that it was her who insisted that she release an apology?

No, because I do think it was Kate who insisted on the statement when the internet blew it up out of proprotion.

If Kate can take apology flowers to Meghan about the bridesmaid dresses after all the shit Meghan put her through (some of which the rota leaked and some of which Harry confirmed in Spare), she can insist on being accountable for her own mistakes to the internet.

Do you think they should’ve released a statement signed by both William and Kate?

Honestly, I think there shouldn't have been any statement in the first place. The statement just brought more attention to the issue. Or, if there had to be a statement, the statement should have been "We made small edits to make our family look their very best as all parents do. Here is the original untouched photo."

I don’t know and I’m so confused. And I will certainly fight on Kate’s behalf always but I can’t do so about perceived grievances that I don’t know the entire truth about.

My two cents - I think you're taking it much more seriously than it probably deserves. You don't need to understand the entire truth or what all the grievances are. You just need to know what your opinion is on the matter and be able to reasonably defend it.

But yes, I see you. Royal-watching can be exhausting, especially when it comes to all the generalizations and whataboutisms and especially at times like this when there's nothing happening so we're rehashing old news and old stories again, for the umpteenth time. It's okay to take breaks when it becomes more trouble than it's worth.

(And a little PSA for everyone - I'm traveling for Christmas so next week will probably be quieter than usual.)

[sapphiresaphics]

Oh my god you guys….

This wasn’t a “leak.”

This was a premier event for the cinematic for the upcoming season of League of Legends. “I believe this is a leak” just shows how out of touch you are. They had a countdown and everything. You’re just wrong.

Cinematic aren’t representative of the series Arcane or any spin-offs. It just looks similar because it was made by the same animation company.

This is an advertisement for unique skins and new champions. That’s why they look like “generic video game faces.”

But oh my god… that fact you’re trying to use this to dunk on season 2 of Arcane and anything that they do next for whatever new series they do… you’re just a hater. You’re just angry and trying to come up with conspiracy theories for why you hated season 2 so much and it’s just so embarrassing now.

You guys are so dumb.

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

Fang Duobing’s Guide to the Martial Arts World

(episodes 1-20 of MLC)

1.) Stay away from women—for, like, no reason whatsoever. It’s just that you aren’t ready to settle down and need to be free to roam the world alone (with Li Lianhua. And his dog. And his house. That you moved into.)

2.) Having to pay for things is unjust when you’re a baby detective, real wealth is immaterial, and anyway you’re broke sooooo time to solve a crime and bargain for free food.

3.) Becoming a detective is 10% flipping your hair, 15% relying on someone else for clues, 25% connected to your hidden origin story, and 50% dumb luck.

4.) Make friends with literally the first person you meet. Declare that person your best boyfriend for life and devote yourself to their care. Pay no attention to their opinion on the matter.

5.) Accept that on any given day, said best friend may drug and abandon you in a field. Drink the wine anyway.

6.) Avoid going home to your parents at all costs.

7.) Make sure to end every bestie fight with the declaration and conviction that you two will never see each other again. This declaration automatically starts the countdown timer for your reunion.

8.) Turns out your bestie comes with one free and mandatory Di Feisheng. Take the high road whenever you can (you can’t).

9.) Being a penniless, homeless, unemployed teenager in the middle of martial arts conspiracy wars is no reason not to have the most discerning palate and food criticism skills.

10.) When in doubt? Puppy eyes.

[mrsmarlasinger]

The surreal thing about the Titan submersible: unless someone pulls off a miraculous last-minute rescue, when we all wake up tomorrow, those five men will be dead.

I mean, assuming they haven't already hyperventilated the last of their oxygen or imploded in a hull failure event.

It's currently June 22nd, 1:48 AM, MDT. If they're still alive, they will not be within the next...what, three hours? Give or take. And it would take hours to get the sub to the surface if it were found miles underwater, so if it's at the bottom of the sea, that really gives the rescuers...I don't know, like, maybe an hour to pull off the impossible?

These men are about to cross the event horizon.

When the banging sounds were first reported, it blew my fucking mind. I'd been certain that they were dead already, or that if they weren't, they would be soon. Without question. Then came this bizarre, impossible glimmer of hope. And I thought, if those sounds really were occurring at thirty-minute intervals, if it really was the Titan passengers, then maybe—maybe—they had a chance.

But they just...don't. Let's be realistic: they're about to die. We know this. We know for a fact that their time is about to run out.

And I know people are angry about the Missing White Woman Syndrome feel of it all. It would make for such on-the-nose satire. Five wealthy men have the world on pins and needles; where was that energy when hundreds of refugees drowned off the coast of Greece a week ago?

It frustrates me that I'm so invested in the Titan sub. It's like the entire incident was orchestrated for the sole purpose of grabbing attention (of course I don't believe that's the case). The very premise of the sub is tauntingly ridiculous—so very blatantly an expensive suicide. I saw someone compare it to an Onion article, and it IS.

The shitty video game controller, the ominous waiver, Stockton Rush's portentous comments (hell, even his name), the toilet sat right in front of that tiny dollhouse window. The absurd price tag paired with a history of failed dives and an OceanGate employee fired and sued years ago for raising safety concerns.

God, it's so dumb. It's so so fucking dumb. In real life, what we'd call "foreshadowing" is really just actions→consequences. But still. Still. It reads like sitcom writers setting the dominos for a season finale, tirelessly working to maximize memeability so we can all point and laugh with our popcorn.

The sheer pointless, brainless, wasteful extravagance of it all makes it easy to forget how horrific and tragic the ordeal really is. It grants us some strange permission to rubberneck.

And, well, who wouldn't want to rubberneck? The drama. Horror movie levels of repulsion. Any fear you can imagine—the dark, the cold, the ocean, suffocation, confined spaces, death—all wrapped into one perfect, cinematic nightmare. It's a black comedy: dumbassery punished by a fate we don't, shouldn't, wish even on billionaires.

Then, of course, there is the deadline. Pun not intended.

That, I think, is what's really gripped us. The limited oxygen supply is a countdown, a ticking time bomb. Ten minutes left in the movie—can the protagonist pull off a daring escape in time?

God, I know I sound like one of those crisis actor conspiracy theorists, but you couldn't manufacture a more gripping story if you tried. That hard figure we've seen in every news article: 96 hours. Ninety-six hours to save the day.

Can you see the Netflix docudrama now? The cuts to a black screen with the remaining number of hours emblazoned in the center? "If we don't find that sub tonight, those men are dead," some intrepid rescuer says...a split second of grave silence...then the scene goes black, except for a line of heavyweight white text that reads, in all caps, "SIX HOURS REMAINING." Next we'll see a heart-wrenchingly candid conversation between the passengers, for character development.

You know Channel 5 is airing a documentary about the Titan in the UK tomorrow. Tonight, actually, since I guess it's technically Thursday morning. The countdown was so hard-set, ITN calculated the exact hour at which they could broadcast their production. The perfect moment for them to capitalize on that post-curtains melancholy we all get at the end of a movie.

It's crass, but fascinating, too. Is ITN going to acknowledge their production timeline by leaving the documentary's ending ambiguous, a choice which will ring bittersweet when aired in the aftermath of the inevitable deaths? Will they scramble to concoct an ending in those mere hours after the passengers asphyxiate? Have they already made two endings: one in case of a miracle, and one in case of a tragedy? Any answer is soulless.

But all of this is soulless. The Titan is our gladiator fight, our bread and circuses. Still, I can't stop staring, because I cannot wrap my head around it. It's 3:30 AM now. Within hours, they will be dead, sure as an execution.

Few news stories come with such a grim deadline. Almost always it's a nail-biting rescue whose twists and turns we follow until some hitherto-unpredictable endpoint; or a sprawling clusterfuck of tragedy trailed by aftermath upon aftermath; or a search for a missing person that eventually meanders into a quiet presumption of death.

The certainty blows my mind—the finality of it, the tragedy of it, is incomprehensible. It doesn't feel real. Why do I care so much? Those men were dead from the start (if not literally, then certainly figuratively). Why do I keep reading about it, posting about it? Why can't I stop watching the car wreck smolder? What am I doing still standing in the street?

I hate that I fell prey to the submarine story like everyone else with an internet connection. But whatever deity may or may not exist got bored, I guess, and crafted the dramedy-action-horror hybrid of the year. Even wove in little cliffhangers (the banging! On the sonobuoys! There's still time!) to string us along like a damn HBO producer.

It gets me, man.

It's 4:00 AM, MDT. I guess it's really over, huh? I know 96 hours was never an exact deadline, but let's not be idealistic here.

I hope it was quick. I hope they imploded in a single terrible instant.

I hope the next sunken boat of six hundred refugees wins as much attention as the Titan did.

I hope Netflix doesn't make that docudrama with the black screen and the all-caps line of heavyweight white text.

I hope we sleep. I hope I sleep. I hope we all can sleep.

[stormbound58]

Jurassic World: Chaos Theroy Countdown! 🦕

Since the last poll, the majority answered (by ranked) that Brookynn's Faked Death is:

Top Answered: Captured and Forced to Work with the Bad Guys.

2nd: A Fakeout and Spying inside the Bad Guy's base of operation.

3rd: Brooklynn is just Captured.

Thou, Throughout all the sneak peaks Dreamworks been teasing us, along with the Trailer, the Nublar 6 Interview-Magz, etc. There are many small details I've found, but I'll skip that fn and put it on my Conspiracy Board. And with the Start of JWCT Countdown, and this time.

What intrigues me the most is the Allosaurus with a Blind Eye.

I have a theory that Whoever's hunting down the Camp Fam are using the JW:Dominion Atrociraptors, but also Brunette (Becklespinax) and this specific Allosaurus.

Judging by the upper torso design. This would be a Female Character. My friend Speculates this was Brooklynn commanding the Atrociraptors via whistle, as shown in the trailer. But What'd y'all think?

[oldiesstationlover11607]

HIHIHI this isn't an idea for the "Daughter" fic but I'd figured to just throw it out here lol! OKAY OKAY so like... hear me out. Music teacher/band instructor Josh and Theatre teacher teacher... I JUST THINK IT WOULD BE SO CUTE. the students would be shipping them fr fr! okay im done with my yappings... ALSO MAY I HAVE 🎻ANON?

The Bleachers - Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: None really hehe - super fluffy

Word count: about 1285

A/N: Absolutely loved this request 🎻! It was super cute and fun to write so thank you!!

“Sorry, Mr Dun, do you know what time the pep rally is supposed to be on Friday?” I asked, catching our music teacher in the hallway between bells. Kids were rushing past each other, running to their classes as the five minute countdown till the next bell ticked away in everyone’s heads. 

“It’s at seven, I tried to change it to seven thirty because of the band’s practice time but Principal Higgins said it was already booked and parents were already set on coming at seven,” he shrugged. Mr Dun was one of the younger teachers at our school. Our old music teacher was an older man who only ever taught the students classical music and when he retired suddenly we were forced to find someone at the last minute. Which meant any local musician regardless of whether they had their teaching degree yet. Que Josh Dun, a drummer who had reached out to the school after seeing their ad online and had managed to land the job as soon as he started talking about music concepts our principal didn’t know about, making him the smartest person in the room. Both of us being the two youngest teachers at the school had made it easy for us to become friends, especially when it came to gossiping about our favorite students (which we most certainly did NOT have). 

“Thanks Mr Dun! Hey, I’ll see you at lunch right?” I asked, looking at him as I stopped outside my classroom door. 

“Of course,” he smiled, his expression relaxed as I admired him quietly. “But only if you stop calling me ‘Mr Dun’, Y/N. It’s Josh!” I nodded, trying to suppress a laugh as the final bell rang. “I should get going, I’ve got a freshman class waiting for me,” he explained, giving a cute wave before disappearing down the hall. 

Josh, I mused, trying it out in my head. It felt strange, personal. But I liked it. As the last few kids poured into the auditorium I made my way to the stage–most of the kids were already sitting in a circle ready for the lesson. I loved my theater kids, each of them were their own person, unique in the best way possible and unafraid to sing and act their hearts out.  

I glanced up and recognized Amanda, a junior with a flair for the dramatic—both onstage and off.

“Miss Y/L/N?” she asked, tilting her head with a knowing smile. “Can I ask you something?”

I chuckled. “Wouldn’t that already be asking me a question?” The class laughed at that. “Go ahead.”

“It’s just…” Amanda paused, glancing around before lowering her voice. “Why don’t you just ask Mr. Dun out already?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Amanda! What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on!” she whispered, practically giddy. “Everyone’s seen the way you guys talk to each other. And he definitely likes you—I mean, the way he looks at you? Please, Miss Y/L/N. You’d be so cute together!”

I felt heat creep up my cheeks as I waved her off, trying to sound as teacher-like as possible. “I’m pretty sure your English teacher wouldn’t be thrilled to know you’re spending your passing periods coming up with romantic conspiracies about your other teachers, especially given that I know juniors have a large project going on at the moment.”

But she just grinned wider. “I’m telling you, you’d be adorable. Just think about it!” 

By the time lunch rolled around, I was still thinking over Amanda’s comments as I made my way to the teachers’ lounge. Sure enough, Josh was already there, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee, chatting with Mr. Larkins from the math department. He looked up as I walked in, giving me a grin.

“There you are,” he said, gesturing for me to join him. “I was starting to think I’d be eating lunch alone today.”

“Oh, as if you wouldn’t survive without me,” I joked, pulling out a chair across from him. I unwrapped my sandwich, catching the faintest glimmer of amusement in his eye as he stirred his coffee.

“So, what’s on your agenda for the pep rally?” he asked, casually shifting the conversation back to our usual teacher-to-teacher banter.

I shrugged, trying to keep things casual. “Oh, just wrangling the theater kids and making sure they don’t spill paint on any of the props they’re hauling out. You know how they are.”

He laughed. “They’ve got spirit. I respect that.”

Our conversation flowed easily, as it always did, moving from school plans to weekend plans, with just a hint of that unspoken familiarity between us. It was one of my favorite parts of the day, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same.

Finally, Friday night rolled around, and the energy in the gym was buzzing with excitement. The bleachers were packed with students and parents, everyone cheering as the pep rally began. I caught a glimpse of Josh on the far side, directing his band students with his usual cool ease. He gave me a thumbs-up when our eyes met across the gym, and I couldn’t help but feel a little jolt in my chest.

The rally itself was a success—the theater kids managed to keep all the decorations intact, the cheerleaders nailed their routine, and the band had the whole gym swaying and clapping along. It was a perfect moment of school spirit, the kind that made even the most stressed-out teachers feel a little extra pride.

Once everything wrapped up, I helped usher the students back to their designated spots and started packing up the leftover decorations. That’s when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Turning, I saw Josh standing there, grinning down at me. “Nice work keeping your kids in line,” he said, hands shoved into his pockets. “Some impressive crowd control skills you’ve got.”

“Same to you,” I replied, matching his smile. “The band sounded amazing tonight.”

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice softening a bit. “Want to… take a break from cleaning and get some fresh air? Just for a minute?”

I hesitated, then nodded, heart beating faster as we slipped out one of the side doors and made our way under the bleachers. The night air was cool, crisp with a hint of autumn, and the muffled cheers of students could still be heard behind us. Standing there under the stars, I felt the entire week’s stress melt away.

“Can I admit something?” he said, his voice almost a whisper. I nodded, feeling the tension growing between us. “I look forward to those lunches with you more than I probably should.”

I felt my cheeks warm again, like Amanda’s words were echoing back to me. “You know what? Same here.”

Josh took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush my shoulder, and for a second, I forgot about everything else—the pep rally, the students, the school itself. It was just him, looking at me with those soft, inviting eyes.

And then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he leaned down, and his lips met mine. The kiss was warm and sweet, filled with the unspoken words we’d both been holding back.

When he pulled away, he gave me that same gentle smile I’d come to know so well. “So, for our next date… what would you say to coming to one of my shows?”

I laughed, nodding without hesitation. “I’d say it sounds perfect.”

And as we stood there, grinning like kids under the bleachers, I realized that we weren’t so different from our students. We were reliving our high school years together under the bleachers. 

//

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[rimeswithpurple]

Carry On Countdown Day 3 - AU/ Alternate Universe

"Angel of the Night"

Disney's Gargoyles was my very first fandom and the first time I encountered fanfiction! This show still has a special place in my heart.

The easy matching up of characters would be Goliath!Baz and Brooklyn!Simon, but I like the idea of Goliath!Simon and Demona!Baz. While Simon and the rest of the clan are cursed in stone for a thousand years, Baz spends that time trying to survive on his own and it changes him. When the curse is lifted, Simon and Baz are reunited but Baz isn't the same person anymore. There's so much more opportunity for angst and accusations of plotting this way. Penny would be Elisa Maza and Shep would be her conspiracy theory loving partner, Matt Bluestone.

[saternal]

HORROR MOVIE PLOT IDEAS.

i don't know if anyone has done this yet, but i'm a big fan of indie horror movies, and since spooky season is right around the corner, i'm going to post some of my plot ideas based on some of the movies i've watched. i'll eventually make more of these if there's any other movies i watch with fun concepts.

IN THE TALL GRASS (2019)

muse a and muse b embark on a road trip, only to have their car break down on a highway flanked by tall, dense grass. with no cell service, they begin walking along the road and suddenly hear a voice emanating from the verdure, pleading for help. is it the voice of a stranger or someone familiar? regardless, muse b is drawn into the grass, prompting muse a to follow. however, muse a quickly loses sight of muse b. despite their proximity, they struggle to locate each other—their distance seems to fluctuate even when they remain stationary. attempting to return to the road proves futile as the grass appears to expand, ensnaring them. from the sounds around them, it becomes clear they are not alone.

COUNTDOWN (2019)

muse a and muse b are complete strangers, each leading separate lives. at a party, muse a succumbs to peer pressure and downloads an app that predicts their time of death. meanwhile, muse b, intrigued by conspiracy theories surrounding the app, downloads it out of morbid curiosity. both receive the same prediction: they will die at the same time. their paths inevitably cross. will they join forces to break this curse?

BIRDBOX (2018)

a mysterious airborne threat has caused massive deaths worldwide: if you look, you die. ten years into this sudden apocalypse, muse a is pursued by a group of corrupted individuals, urging them to remove their blindfold and succumb to the horror that has engulfed the world. muse a finds refuge in an abandoned building where muse b is hiding. can they trust each other? will they hide together? will they be caught? what are their stories? it’s all up to you.

[theghostlygossip888]

Gravity falls community, I am chewing off my fingers trying to solve what’s going on with this countdown right now, but I’ve looked through the code, read through the great gatsby (with pages 23, 75 and 62 being HEAVILY ANALYSED, and concluded imo as almost a symbolic autobiographical type thing for Bill and Fords relationship), and have strung together any sentence I can with alchemy code and the vigenere cipher, but I can help but feel like something was SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN at the end of the countdown, and something happened to stop it that not even Bill anticipated, hence his possession of Soos and the code ‘So many questions’. The title of the website being ‘time is dead a meaning has no meaning’ other than being a nod to a famous show quote, could also convey us as a community spending time solving something pointless out of pure crazed conspiracy.

I May be missing something as I don’t own the book of Bill, but every clue and idea I find seems to link either to Bill being confused in the ‘present day’ or something to do with the past relationship between Ford and Bill.

I will Post my analysis on the ‘237562’ pages of the great gatsby later… I kinda have to socialise. But quick spoiler, I can see how the password of the website links to Bill’s character.