#but i guess here we are

[alsnoble]

A week later and I still can’t get over how perfect the ending of Wild Life was. The pacing, building up the wildcards until eventually they’re all in play. There’s nothing but chaos, it’s so loud, the players need to keep moving, but there is just so much happening that no one can be quite sure where they’re going. The colors, the sound, its all so overstimulating.

And then, all at once, everything goes away, and there’s silence.

“The ending is yours. Make It Wild.”

It’s such a perfect phrase, telling the players that they have control over the ending, giving them all hope of winning. But only one can win, so they do as they are told. They frantically attack each other, killing their enemies one by one despite knowing that they will eventually have to do the same to their allies, their friends, in the end.

And isn’t it just perfect that the player that ended up winning is the person who is best described as Wild? He had held back for the entire season, but at the end, he was finally able to let loose. He was so happy, laughing harder and harder the closer he got to winning. He apologized to the people he killed, but not out of remorse. The way he said it, his “I’m sorry’s” might have honestly been a joke.

And then he’s alone, the champion, the wildcard, and he just keeps laughing. The adrenaline never wears off, he never feels the grief or remorse the other winners experience. There’s blood on his hands, and he relishes in it. He just keeps running around with reckless abandon until he finally decides he’s ready to die and goes out on his own terms.

There couldn’t have been a more perfect way to end such a chaotic and spontaneous season.

[thisismyobsessionnow]

I've listened to it all the way through 3 times now and I don't want to ever stop

[thelikesoffinn]

The Art of Indifference

Loosing friends is really...funny, in a way.

The Person who kept telling you 'you're my best friend' , 'I don't know what I would do without you' and 'I don't care about any of them, but something would be missing if we weren't friends' is suddenly all silent and feels miles away. They don't try to talk to you, even if you suddenly stopped contacting them without warning. It just stops from one day to another.

And suddenly you realise that you've been the one to give all this time, while they just took and took and took.

And then you start to turn indifferent.

It's what happened to me, and it's just so strange to think about. Truly strange.

She was my best friend.

I really thought she was. And I don't hate her, even now.

I'm just disappointed.

Looking back, I don't think she ever returned what I gave. Of course, she was nice, she helped me out sometimes and she bought me nice things on my birthdays.

But it never felt like she truly cared.

I was constantly used as a pillar of support, as someone she could lean on; constantly used as the one person who listened to her every woes, who'd give her comfort and advice. I was always the one person who accepted her fully without questioning anything.

I never got any of that back.

My emotions, my thoughts, my problems. Everything was made light of and brushed off. It felt like she never cared whenever I needed support. I was always crying silently on my own; got left behind even while I was telling her that I was feeling horrible.

The minute I told her that, told her that I felt like she didn't care, like she didn't even want to talk to me half the time, like she wasn't able to offer me any empathy when I needed it...the minute I started to cry right there in the light, easy for her to see; asking her to treat me just a tiny bit better, to reciprocate any of the support I'd lend her all this time... the only thing she could do was say 'I'm sorry you misunderstood me'.

Like this was all my fault.

Like I totally didn't get her, and that's why I felt this way. Everything I said, every problem I brought up was turned back on me. I was the crazy one, I was the one at fault for telling her: "Sometimes I want to be comforted as well. I don't want to go through everything alone, even if I technically can." It was all my fault because I was the one who misunderstood everything.

At this point, we'd been friends for twelve years.

Twelve.

Years.

Twelve years of friendship and it all ended after six minutes of monologue. It ended after six minutes of her telling me I misunderstood everything. It ended with a tiny part of me dying.

The part of me that cared enough to talk to her, that is. The longer she talked, the calmer I got. Anger turned down to simmer, tears stopped coming as she slowly killed the part of me that clung to our friendship sentence by sentence.

By the end, I was done with her, and she didn't even realise. I stopped talking, I stopped asking for her support, and I withdrew completely.

It's odd, innit?

It's so odd to think that had she said anything else; Had she apologised for hurting me, for brushing me off; Had she even acknowledged that she'd been unintentionally hurting me all this time in any way, it wouldn't have come to this.

Indifference is funny that way.

All it takes, sometimes, is one word.

A tiny, seemingly insignificant word can make all the difference.

Indifference is different than anger or sadness. Anger can be soothed, sadness can be cheered up. But what to do about indifference? What to do when somebody simply stopped caring altogether? When someone doesn't want revenge, doesn't want to argue and isn't even mad? When all they want is for you to have a nice life somewhere else?

What do you do when someone has finally turned indifferent?

This can't be fixed anymore. It is done, and you've lost your chance.

All that's left is to realise how dire the situation truly was as the other person is slowly walking away from you.

They're walking away without looking back.

[bigbillybepper]

I’ll never get used to losing Ben.

His loss is always fresh to the nerve.

But I prefer it that way. I want it to hurt, I want it to be so visceral when i remember him, because that is a sign he still lives on within me.

I never want it to lose its sting. I never want it to feel like any average day. The power of loss lies in the missing, he holds my heart in his spiritual arms and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I mean, other than having him be alive still.

And that is “only” one person. I hold so many people so close to my heart. I kneel in complete submission to the attachments of my heart and soul. I cry for the forgiveness and familiarity of all I love. They are there without hesitation.

And they all probably deserve better. But I’m trying, I’m working on it. I only want to lift up and support those I love.

I went from barely alive to realizing the immense responsibility I have towards the saints and mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers that have accepted me more than they probably should.

I owe them, I owe you. I owe my love and I owe them my life.

[perfectlysunny02]

who am i if im not your wife?

[goldensunset]

splatoon fans are like “you GOTTA listen to ‘freshwater freekin it’ that one is straight fire” and link you to a song composed of synthesized cat meows, first graders playing recorders, and vine booms. and then by the end you’re absolutely furious because they’re right

[secondbeatsongs]

for anyone too young to know this: watching The Truman Show is a vastly different experience now, compared to how it was before youtube and social media influencers became normal

before it was like, "what a horrifying thing to do to a human being! to take away their autonomy and privacy, all for the sake of profits! to create fake scenarios for them to react to, just to retain viewership! to ruin their happiness just so some corporate entity could harvest money from their very humanity! how could anyone do something so evil?"

and now it's like, "ah, yeah. this is still deeply fucked up, but it's pretty much what every influencer has been doing to their kids for a decade now. probably bad that we've normalized this experience"

[wishfulsketching]

We are so lucky that Vander and Silco met at the ages they did because I’m gonna be so honest:

Twink 20s silco would not know what to do with the bear that is Vander and 20s bear cub Vander would fumble Silco consistently to the point where everyone would be sick and tired of his ass not being able to pull Silco

HELLO. I ANSWERED AND DREW THESE BEFORE ACT III BUT HERE YA GO, ANOTHER AU THING.

That is true! Plus, how I imagine it, twenties Silco would be pretty much repulsed by being hit on so good luck, Vander!

[egophiliac]

giving the people what they want (jokes about spreadsheets)

anyway, Twst continues to prove that it is aimed at me specifically by giving us not one, but now TWO extended scenes of characters being incredibly difficult about signing an NDA. you just don't get this anywhere else.

[t4t4t]

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[cable-salamdr]

WARNING LEAKS MENTION/ SPOILERS OR SOMETHING

Insert the first few lines from Without Me by Eminem

[graphiceyes]

So. My Chinese History prof just stopped in the middle of his lecture, stared at all of us, and just asks "Does anyone here listen to The Magnus Archives?" and proceeded to use TMA and Smirke's 14 *TO EXPLAIN NEO-CONFUCIANIST THOUGHT DURING THE SOUTHERN SONG.* When I tell you I jumped I'm?????????????????

[cestacruz]

Heyy, time for the troubles with the other two twins

[Part 2]

[Stanford and kid Stanley/Original]

Anyway! Good times with Stanley and Stanford, and sorry stan, but Ford has a little something to do

[thewizardhole]

my tavs and their romantic partners

[linoyes]

LEE KNOW + DLC VIDEO MAKING FILM

[xxplastic-cubexx]

personal happiness or what the fuck ever

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