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allykatsart · 4 months
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Sorry I have FNAF thoughts I must share.
The thing about William, specifically in the fnaf movie but also kinda in the games, is that he's... Just some guy? Like.... yeah he possesses springtrap at some point, but before that... William Afton is second to his creations.
The animatronics are the ones we see killing the intruders, they're the threat Mike has to navigate. William only comes in at the end to interfere when they're not able to kill Abby and Mike.
Even then he doesn't have powers like the kids do. He can't lock doors, make you see visions of a child to follow, he's secondary to the things he has created.
(ye I know this is probably gonna change but like I'm focusing on the first movie)
And isn't it fitting that his ego is what gets him killed? He tries too hard to make the animatronics seem small, like he is the monster behind it all. But really.... He's just some guy and he dies all the same. He thought too highly of himself, thought what happened to the kids could never happen to him.
William Afton isn't as special as he thinks he is. Because he's just some guy.
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fanfictionalratt · 13 days
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Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Medic/Scout (Team Fortress 2), BLU Medic/BLU Scout (Team Fortress 2), Scout & Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Scout & Spy (Team Fortress 2) Characters: BLU Medic (Team Fortress 2), BLU Scout (Team Fortress 2), BLU Sniper (Team Fortress 2), RED Scout (Team Fortress 2), RED Medic (Team Fortress 2), RED Spy (Team Fortress 2) Additional Tags: Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Intimacy, Trust Issues, Team as Family, Team Bonding, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Therapy, Self-Harm, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Suicide, Not Really Character Death, Non-Explicit, Masturbation, Self-Hatred, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Psychological Trauma, Psychosis, Heavy Angst, Medic has a Dissociative Disorder, Otherwise Specified Dissociative Disorder (OSDD), Spy is Scout's Parent (Team Fortress 2), The Second Opinion (Team Fortress 2), Scout Knows Spy Is Scout's Parent (Team Fortress 2) Series: Part 3 of Still Human Summary:
If you cut a man, he will bleed. If you inflict pain on someone else - it will leave an ugly mark. As daily duties and mercenary work trudge on - the BLU Medic found himself disintegrating - trying, but failing not to re-open old wounds. Drowning himself in paperwork and responsibilities to get away from the thought of treating himself and acknowledging how he truly feels, an old “friend” from the other side rings him up. He has a patient in desperate need of his help.
Third part of the four part series, "Still Human".
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Aaand that’s a wrap for this story, folks. Next bit should be coming up soon.
Read more for some author notes if you want ig
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yeah so I’ve been hinting that the BLU Medic is p much a self-insert character right? Well... yeah. You might understand better what I mean by now - after reading this chapter.
The self-imposed guilt, the ‘dissociative condition’ (in my case it’s full-blown DID tho, so it’s a bit different from what the Medic goes through), and the deliberate, cold personality... yeah. It’s all things I’ve basically been through, and have had to deal with, myself.
If you know my music, you probably know what the deal is. I don’t exactly hide it.
That aside - I only really continued this story because I’m finally in a better place in my own life - so you don’t need to worry about me or my mental health, really. It’s something I kinda need to figure out on my own.
Anyways, I hope you stick with me a bit longer - the next (and final) section of The Gays is gonna be a fuckin novel.
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scripted-serenity · 18 days
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It’s not that I don’t have the desire to be tossed over a man’s shoulder and taken passionately to another world…
It’s just that I need the right man for the job and I haven’t met him yet
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ajgrey9647 · 2 months
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A lovely interaction between Red and Skull in the palace.
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beemintty · 3 months
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what a thing to choose to die so i could live.
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hamletthedane · 2 months
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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.
I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.
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nickpeppermint · 2 months
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Dunno how to put it properly into words but lately I find myself thinking more about that particular innocence of fairy tales, for lack of better word. Where a traveller in the middle of a field comes across an old woman with a scythe who is very clearly Death, but he treats her as any other auntie from the village. Or meeting a strange green-skinned man by the lake and sharing your loaf of bread with him when he asks because even though he's clearly not human, your mother's last words before you left home were to be kind to everyone. Where the old man in the forest rewards you for your help with nothing but a dove feather, and when you accept even such a seemingly useless reward with gratitude, on your way home you learn that it's turned to solid gold. Where supernatural beings never harm a person directly and every action against humans is a test of character, and every supernatural punishment is the result of a person bringing on their own demise through their own actions they could have avoided had they changed their ways. Where the hero wins for no other reason than that they were a good person. I don't have the braincells to describe this better right now but I wish modern fairy tales did this more instead of trying to be fantasy action movies.
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qiinamii · 6 months
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we'll do fine.
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ibtisams · 3 months
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A report just came out from a Palestinian hostage saying he was strapped with bombs and sent into a Hamas tunnel, with Israel prepared to blow the tunnel up with his body if fighters were found inside and yet people are still making the “Hamas uses human shields” arguments that have been confirmed to be a myth with no supporting evidence
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enbycrip · 4 months
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EDITED TO ADD: Sources from the OP in the comments
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astraystayyh · 2 months
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this post actually broke my heart.
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localrobosexual · 1 year
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literally fuck companies that don't want their employees to act "unprofessional" in front of customers. I'm at a five guys rn and the employees here are joking around calling orders back and forth to each other and saying things in weird voices and laughing with each other while they work. Someone just came in for their shift while I was waiting for my food and was greeted by the whole kitchen with a secret handshake lookin thing. It was so silly and cute I love seeing ppl have fun at work and I know my food's gonna be bomb bc the ppl there are having fun with each other. Let employees be people and friends and have fun what is the issue!!!!
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rockstarthedragon · 3 months
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Oh fuck I'm changing AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Don't stop me now!!!! My hands are made of mist!!!!! My eyes are extending into the light!!!! Sound makes me vibrated anvoirngrjbn rgj
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balis77 · 8 months
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Fun fact: Samus' zero suit is a bodysuit in more recent games instead of the tank-top she wore in older games because at this point, she's been spliced with so many species' DNA you really don't want to see what the rest of her skin looks like.
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thechekhov · 6 months
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ah, childhood.
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