#they will simply lie

[personwithatophat]

everyone always insists ranboo is the "hero." Showfall dubs them the hero so the audience is okay with it. A hero is supposed to have trials, right?

What if this version of ranboo is actually like... a bad person and Showfall basically put them in purgatory to make up for it? Showfall insists he responded "naturally." Screw some kind of major happy time filter, it just allowed ranboo to behave as per usual not thinking anything more for it

Now we're cooking with gas! excellent question and theory Both of these points are actually incredible examples of audience manipulation that is written into genloss. This is the general idea that showfall doesn't nessesarily have to convince us that what we're seeing is what's really happening, just so long as the characters believe it's real and the surrounding supports it. To the first point, The Hero feels more like a title of mockery. Ranboo gets puppeteered, strung along, and actively has a hand in several of the shows deaths because showfall prompted him to. Ranboo tears into charlie Ranboo points ethan to the wrong door He shoves austin into harms way He abandons sneeg to the sharkicklester etc etc etc. Through the show, ranboo portrays more like a survivor who proves that when his back is to the wall, he will choose to save himself instead of others. but that he does so with tremendous guilt. this is another reason why the end was so poignant, because he believes he killed these people. As soon as escape clearly wasn't an option he preferred not to live then continue on if the sacrifice wasn't worth it. As for ranboo 'acting natural', this would actually be part of The Filter. The filter doesn't just make things look different, it's the live censoring of information that not only we experience but the cast themselves. The filter is why they can't see past the fourth wall, it's the reason why ranboo can get driven around by us instead of solving puzzles the way you typically would, it changes the perception of how they view the world around them. one way to think of it is like in a dream when weird things happen but you just don't question it? kind of the same idea. it keeps the cast in line and the show running smoothly without having a huge chunk of the plot being dedicated to "how did I end up in a warehouse, why does this door travel to hell, why do my eyes hurt if I look at the fourth wall" This kind of audience manipulation is what I mean when I say if the characters act normal then the audience perceives it as normal. if you're interested in more stuff like that, I made a bunch of other theories like cutscene theory that go against that grain of what showfall shows us so check them out if you're interested :) Remember that we have no reliable narrators, any information we see is being curated, and that they WILL lie to you!

-Tophat

[decamarks]

Thinking of becoming a guy that thinks wolves are the most badass and aspirational animal, but about ants. Like wearing t-shirts about being loyal to my Queen and training to bench 5x my bodyweight. Studying ant warfare. Posting shit like this

[anguilliforme]

why do people get top surgery when they can simply watch across the spider-verse and get their tits blown clean off

[knxfesck]

for some reason I can never take those heartwarming diaspora industry speeches seriously. Like that star navigation metaphor was cool and all but I'm not getting how your mother escaping being killed by US bombs in vietnam and you working for nasa uh. reconcile with eachother.

[inkskinned]

these days, the summer fan is on, and there is a little cricket in you. your mother would say you don't have ambition, but that's not quite true. you just had different priorities: for most of your life, the pain swallowed so much of your energy that picturing a future was almost impossible. it took so much just to render yourself here without evaporating - making goals always felt shallow, far-off.

at 17, maybe you would have wanted to be famous. maybe you would have wanted to kiss every woman and come home late at night and call the dawn to heel like a dog. to meet taylor swift and ask her to collaborate on poems and french-kiss in the rain. to wiggle your fingers at jealous ex-lovers while you lifted the hem of your ballgown and got out of limousines. a life of rooftops, spinning and glittering.

these days, it isn't that you're tired, but that you have learned the weight of carrying things. you have had the good times. you have laughed at the bottom of a pool. you have had your hands on the paring knife. you know the cost of it, like a carcinogen. these days, you want a life like a stone fruit. these days, you want a life that lays gently on your skin, rather than piercing through.

you are going to get a little condo with your friend. the two of you fantasize about basic things: how it will feel to cook in a friendly kitchen. the serenity of picking out wall paint colors. putting plants in the sunlit corner. you want a place that never rings in anger. where the only echo is jazz music. you want a peace like holding your head under the water.

ah. maybe your younger self would be devastated - you got boring?

she doesn't know yet. she has lived her entire life terrified, running. she has grown so accustomed to the threat that she has fallen in love with the scythe. she thinks passionate and violent are synonyms, that anything lovely has to come with a bad side. she thinks life has to break like a wave - that you need to swallow the ocean in order to stay above the foam. she doesn't know about the boat yet. she doesn't know about spending hours at home, quiet, your hands folded, finding peace. she doesn't know about weightlessness. she thinks everything good is everything sharp. that the pain is what makes something satisfying.

one day she will make cookies from scratch. one day when she breaks a plate, she will be the only one around, and nobody will start shouting. one day she will slip her fingers under the sand, and it will make sense to her. the life assembling in little shards: oh. i've been afraid of a quiet life at home because i've never had a quiet home to come to before.

the gentle world inside her, singing behind a door.

[temporary-tats]

Mon Loup

Please send help, Wenclair has taken over my brain.

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(My ko-fi, should you wish!)

[giddlygoat]

mario + peach is such a good ship istg they’re so good. straight ship so good it feels gay

[thebramblewood]

What are the odds Lilith attempts to claw out Helena's eyes next?

Previous / Next

Lilith: [incoherent screeching]

Vlad: [cries out in agony]

[hisses in pain] Stupid girl! You must return to your senses, child. I warned you. The dark gift won’t take if you drain him to death. Why can you not just listen?

Lilith: [deranged rasp] Your hideous droning voice puts me to sleep, old man.

Vlad: [muttering] I’d sooner leave him for dead, but I fear you’d never let me rest. Feed him now, before he fades. Understand from this point he’s your burden — and yours alone.

-

[The end of the final entry in Lilith’s diary]

I was certain our blood ties would overcome my monstrous instincts in that crucial moment. How pitifully mistaken I was. And the old man decided I should learn that lesson the hard way so he could intervene, call himself a hero, and make me bow to his infinite wisdom — as though I owe him my obedience for this great favor he’s done. But I’ll only suffer his tedious lectures until I can turn them against him. I shall play nice and plot in secret. I’ve promised Caleb then we’ll never have to see him again. He has a fortune squirreled away in these walls, and I intend to find it. But I must keep these thoughts buried. I shall burn these pages as well as sear their contents from my mind.

-

Lilith: I thought I destroyed this old thing decades ago. He was in a wretched state at the time, but of course he managed to pluck it from the flames. Sentimental bastard.

[varilien]

as a kid i wanted soooooo badly to have a bill gijinka for my very own but i could never come up w one that didn't just feel like i was ripping off all my favorite fan designs for him at the time. and all this time later finally this one came out SO Perfect For Me that i think it's a little bit of a mistake actually like i didn't intend on becoming this obsessed with him ever again in my life but HERE WE ARE !!!

Palestine: Funds | Action | eSims | Info Sudan Resources | Congo Resources

u guys see what i mean tho. these are from like 2015(?) or smn and visibly just patterned off of what everyone else was doing at the time lol

[genericpuff]

What a lot of people don't understand about navigating the "real world" as a neurodivergent person is that we were told all the rules of society growing up that we naturally followed, only to find out later just how often neurotypical people are either breaking those rules or operating off completely unwritten ones to get themselves ahead and that somehow ND's are the "dumbasses" for not realizing that these unwritten rules and rule-breaking is the "norm" despite that norm going against all the rules and values that were drilled into us from birth that we were expected and predisposed to follow.

[surreal-duck]

With love, for you.

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[cursed-40k-thoughts]

WE GOT AN ULTRAMARINE FUCKER IN HERE GET EM

Sergeant Gadriel specifically, yes

[nightskyfoxyy]

While Phee is a deeply kind person, good luck to anyone who dares to threaten her family.

[camellcat]

for how much buffy loves to claim that spike can't love she sure likes to use drusilla against him 🤨

[dr-chalk]

Ao family reunion

[stormisblooming]

🎨 my second riddle…..

Boothill x reader … let’s just say. I’m feeling Lucky!!!!!!!!!!

damn these riddles fun!!!!!!

Boothill x fem!reader; taking a nap with Boothill!

contains; guys I think Boothill has trauma & fluff fluff fluff

word count; 403

the fact you’ve managed to get this man relaxed enough in bed to sleep with you beside him is an achievement in itself my congratulations to you

I can’t lie. I don’t think he’d be the most comfortable to sleep with LMFAO

I MEAN HE’S MOSTLY MADE OF METAL. COME ON NOW

that said… I’m of the opinion he’d enjoy laying his head on your chest after a long day of gun slingin’, content to drift off to sleep in your arms in hopes having you there will stave off the night terrors long enough to get a good night’s sleep.

Boothill doesn’t often get the chance to take naps, per se, if he does they’re more akin to long blinks in a passably comfortable chair with his feet propped up on the nearest surface — taking a proper nap in a comfortable bed with his girlfriend? absolutely unheard of.

although when it happens once, he finds himself completely hooked. any time you two have a day off he’s pulling you right back into your shared bed in your room on the express, muttering something about how he ‘ain’t finished with you’.

he’s not quite ready to admit just how much he enjoys your company, the closeness of it all and the extra sleep… but you know. deep down, you know the reason he pulls you back into his arms is because it helps him take his mind off of everything for a short while. so, who are you to deny him, hm?

he’s big on tracing his cold metal fingers along your back and your waist until he falls asleep, even if you’re long gone by then — there’s something so intimate and mindless about it that he almost does it unconsciously. if he had many left, he’d call it muscle memory.

Boothill may be a big strong ruff-n-tumble Galaxy Ranger, but at the end of the day he is a man who has seen and been through far too much to say he’s holding it together as well as he is; still, will you hold him for five minutes longer? it’s just five minutes, then you can both get on with your day…

… three hours later, when March 7th comes looking for you, she finds you both zonked like you hadn’t even woken up that morning in the first place. not that she’s going to disturb you, you both look far too peaceful.

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