#contest questions

[chimerafeathers]

i love that isafrin can be the most straightforwardly romancey, wholesome pairing on a surface level and then you go one (1) level deeper and run into siffrin’s seething guilt and convoluted feelings around touch and intimacy and the extent to which they want or don’t want those things in a specifically romantic way or if he was trying to seek connection and love in any way he could once he knew that Isabeau wanted those things from him in that context, and the combined power trip/self disgust at “manipulating” Isabeau’s desires without his knowledge to make themself feel wanted and in control. and then you keep going and there’s also Isabeau’s own warped self image (still, in spite of all his changes, fearing that he’s someone that would be shameful to know), his “emotionally stable pillar” role and self-taught therapy talk masking his deep fears of real confrontation (struggling loop after loop to confess, not wanting Odile to confront Siffrin about their weird behavior in the sus quest bathroom talk) and how Siffrin’s fear of vulnerability and Isabeau’s fear of Pushing Too Hard allow both of their issues to fester unspoken long after it’s clear that the problems exist.

all this to say. duality of isafrin. makes my heart full and warm and happy to see the sweet, fluffy, silly love and connection between them (mutually romantic or otherwise). and then also. the delicious, delicious complications. gnawing on them like a dog with a beloved bone

[touchlikethesun]

you’re telling me people are doubting the cultural relevancy of destiel, THEE destiel??? the first and the last Great American Queerbait??? that destiel???

[bkbubble]

[thewingedwalrus]

So since Susan has finally returned, now is when I should bare my hot take crack theory that the Doctor and the Master's dramatic as hell exes vibes are because the Master is Susan's deadbeat grandmother.

The Doctor got custody in the divorce.

[incognitopolls]

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[offonaherosjourney]

Doctor Who in the Interstellar Song Contest episode: Y'all's reading comprehension is piss poor so what if we make the allegory THIS THIN

[leopardom]

does it ever drive you crazy

just how fast the night changes not

[renndiagrams]

“¡Hola cabrón!”

@ln4norris on X (formerly Twitter)

I think he’s fluent

[florshedworf]

edit i don’t like this one go look at this smaller bot analysis instead

II S4 SPOILERS BEWARE

i am referencing a post but i dont feel like arguing and instead analyizing so yess i feel like bot, balloon (& floory and toilet but ill get to them) would 100% talk negatively* about mephone. this is about the little theater recap at the beginning-middle of the episode

unfortunately half of this is just an analysis on mephone and bot’s relationship because the rest of weren’t nearly as passionately hateful* as bot (and walkie)

*i’m using strong words here but i more mean that i feel many contestants feel a sort of resentment towards mephone, not necessarily full on hatred.

EDIT: went into more detail with their relationships and changed wording as to keep on topic w my point

okok bot— now while mephone absolutely cherished bot and considered them his favorite contestant, i don’t think it was entirely reciprocated. HOLD!!! PEACE!!!!! what i mean is that i don’t feel like bot had the felt the same way towards mephone than he did bot. bot saw him as a friend, but maybe not necessarily as family/as close as fan, test tube, or even cabby or paintbrush.

so i feel like although bot doesn’t hold nearly as much resentment towards mephone as other contestants i feel like once fan/test tube explained to them the reveal and the scenario they were in they were 100% on their side. like it is clear they feel a sense of justice for those who are wronged

“what kind of a MONSTER creates a whole person just to do his bidding?”

like OBVIOUSLY they’re acting but this feels real. imjust saying

the rest didn’t actually verbally critique mephone just were. in the play with him but i’m still gonna analyze their relationships anyways

balloon has every fucking reason to not like mephone im Sorry. like not that mephone directly threw balloon under the bus every chance he could but this game was a channel for every source of torture for balloon possible. season one i will ignore for this Sole instance but season 2 constantly being seen as the weakest link of the team, and in season 3 being teamed up with nickel, then after the merge being pushed around and ignored by his team, the season 3 finale like i get it.

in the play he played suitcase which of course still sells the point that mephone SUCKS!! buuut i don’t think balloon actually has a burning hatred for mephone but feels. uncomfortable. as with many and most contestants.

toilet….. is grieving and replicating his old shitty boss. like i’ll be real NOBODY here has it together. toilet’s in grieving, floory is fully asleep (even says “line?”), some lines feel stale and a little Too on the nose (like they read it directly from the script with no direction).

i don’t think toilet holds much resentment, nor does floory really. this play doesn’t even feel like it has everyone’s full commitment— just that they’re trying so hard to recap these newbies and bring them up to speed.

i feel like walkie being the announcer makes the most sense out of anyone— i mean hello she basically founded the unvitationals. even when mephone gave her a second chance, before that they sort of did not end on good terms? like before she was turned off she raved about how she was MADE for him, she was his voice on the other side. no shit she still has lingering resentment for him after finding out how true that was.

in all essence i feel like the play was played by people who do hold some resentment for mephone— but none of them are Invested in that play (you could argue balloon and paper but i feel that’s less mephone related and more theater) none of them had good feelings over that play. obviously in part due to the newbies not liking it, but nobody was put together for this play. i am shocked that it wasn’t an obvious fact that this play was meant to be shit.

[bread-is-my-life]

I'm super late but congrats to John winning the babygirl competition!!!

[leclercskiesahead]

F1: It Takes Two with the Williams boys

[thepanopticon-is-just-azkaban]

Congratulations to that person who said the cafe owner was behind everything, how does the gift of prophecy feel?

[cartoon-buffoon]

Short fanfic that I randomly made when being bored outta my mind during classes:

"ROUND 2"

Featuring: Monster Frankie & The Lucky Contestant!

Lucky burst through the doors out of one of the play areas into the maintenance tunnels used by staff. Despite currently being winded from parkour, this season was off to a great start. Unlike last time where they were chased at every opportunity by mascots, their only respite being puzzles which they would have to exercise their authentic skills to use, Lucky had ran into no such obstacles. The starting line was an honest to God starting line that all four contestants used, Lucky actually competed with three others this time around rather than being a sole survivor. Well, they competed at first.

For some reason the further they got the more strange occurrences occured. Certain puzzles were already finished, vent openings were busted open and some parkour challenges like the rotating logs were turned off and stagnant. Now this could have been all dismissed as a simple case of the other Frankie forgetting to reset everything but Lucky couldn't help but shake the feeling something sinister was afoot. One by one each of the other contestants vanished, at first it was contestant 2 who they assumed just wondered off but after contestant 1 went missing it became clear something wasn't right. Lucky and contestant number 4 continued to run side by side by each other but not to long ago in a section where they had to crawl through the vents did Lucky find themselves all alone. Just like the previous season they were now running along, by themselves with their only company being the occasional directions from Frankie over the intercom. Of course any questions asked to the rabbit would be simply dismiss so they didn't even bother. Instead they carried on, running just for the sake of the game.

"Long time no see"

Lucky stopped running, a voice oddly familiar interrupting their train of thought. They couldn't make out who was speaking but the voice came from all the way down the hall. With both the mask obstructing their vision, and the general darkness of the area they could barely make out a vague silhouette, no bigger than three foot.

"Who's there?" Lucky asked, their voice reverberating off the walls.

"Aww come on, don'tcha recognize lil ol' me?"

Lucky could finally see who was talking, their body coming partially into view. They could only see the red shoes and floppy ears that protruded from the shadows but it was more than enough to deduce who it was. It was Frankie—but not the one watching the cameras. The voice was all different and while the other Frankie was small in comparison to the monster this one was small. By what they could see, it was a version of the rabbit similar in appearance to the proper mascot of the place.

"uhh.." Lucky struggled for words "I mean... you're a Frankie? Not one I've met yet at least..."

"Oh you've met me alright, I think we're all too acquainted if you ask me!" The rabbit spat.

The words were spoken with such harshness that Lucky was taken aback. So far his tone seemed eerie but held a sort of warmness but it was clear whoever this Frankie was he was no friend. Lucky pondered who on earth this rabbit could be, was this the obstacle the other Frankie said? After Henry's head popped and the killer was incinerated they needed something to make the game interesting once again. Lucky thought nothing of it, after all what could be worse than being chased by a 10 feet tall killer rabbit? Whatever the new obstacle would be would be a major upgrade in safety and easier to manage.

At least that's what they thought.

The Frankie had stepped into the light showing himself proper and it suddenly made so much sense all of a sudden. With a crazed smile and coated in blood ear to shoe they stood, glaring at Lucky with nothing but contempt. Red shoes and gloves held a much darker hue than what they should have been, grey fur was frizzled and messed, even the black top-hat they wore looked like it was partially torn from a struggle that had happened. The most striking part of this Frankie was his eyes, they glowed a bright red and held the fury of somebody craving vengeance. The fury of somebody who had lost at their own game. The fury of somebody who was burnt to a crisp and came back with even more murderous intent than the first time.

"Those other three put up quite the fight" Frankie said with a chuckle and finger wag "This new body ain't as strong as my old one but it DEFINITELY does its job" Frankie stretched one of their robotic limbs back into the darkness. Like a snakes body it slithered into the black until he found what he was searching for "I understand the issue though, I understand it all! Hehehe"

SPLAT

A line of disembodied heads with their faces covered by rabbit masks were thrown at Lucky's feet. A chain had been plunged right through all three keeping them in a neat row, from the top of the firsts' skull down to the third's neck-hole the bloodied metal made a soft rattle next to the loud splat that the heads made when they were thrown. Even though they were masked Lucky could tell who the heads belonged to, the lifeless eyes that hung open barely visible through the black of the mask's pupils was a perfect match to the previous competitors who went missing suddenly.

"Ya see–they fought! They prolonged it, I didn't WANT to do that to them but they just wouldn't accept it and tried and tried and tried, and tried to fight back all because I'm SMALL!" Frankie grasped at his ears and tugged them down, his words frantic and rushed as he grit his teeth and glared down at the heads "they didn't play the game right! They tried to cheat! DIRTY FUCKING CHEATERS EACH AND EVERYONE OF THEM!" His eyes snapped up to Lucky, their trembling body making him smile "but you? Noooo, you play the game right! That's what I like about you!" Frankie walked forward as one of his arms searched for something else in the darkness "one of my favorite things about you is how you don't try to fight back! You know the rules and your role, I chase, you run, I try to catch, and if I do catch you tyen I get to rip out that heart that should have stopped beating LONG AGO!"

shing

Lucky stepped back, finally seeing what Frankie had grabbed a hold of.

"But it's fine! We can fix that heartbeat of yours" Frankie said as he brandished the bloody steel of an axe. With a smirk on his face he pressed the blade to his face, letting the sharp edge drag against his synthetic skin causing a mysterious black liquid to dribble out "now I think we've talked enough, what say we get started on that rematch that I'm just DYING to have!?"

Lucky took a step backwards, their heat racing in their chest. They couldn't believe it, they didn't want to believe it. After the first time they believed they would never see that Frankie again, well I mean they weren't seeing that Frankie exactly but whatever this was was way worse! Why the hell did he get a new body? Who the hell gave him a body? Lucky didn't know, all that they knew is that their legs were carrying them in the exact opposite direction the second they realized the space between them and Frankie was minimal. They prayed that this new body of his was as slow as the old one although by the murderous chuckle that the rabbit gave it was clear he was more than capable of covering distance. Still, Lucky ran as fast as their legs could take them while Frankie laughed and laughed.

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! Weird question time: What's your favorite piece of sports-related trivia? There's a new(ish) CEO at the company where I work and for some reason he thinks I, specifically, am very good at sports trivia. I know very very little about professional sports. I don't know why he thinks I know sports things but he keeps saying things like "TJ knows sports facts" during meetings so I should probably have a few on hand To be honest I don't know why he knows my name I've worked at this company when it had multiple other CEOs and none of them ever referenced me by name but he does it like every other meeting or so Also, and I can't stress this enough, the industry I work in has absolutely nothing to do with pro sports

[orionshounds]

im going fucking insane because i realized all of the contestants were unknowingly keeping each other in the false reality

if there had been just ONE contestant who wasn’t made by mephone, all it would've taken is an offhanded comment about their family, or a story about time before the show for the others to realise they don't have any memories like that. but! NONE of them do!! they cant bring up what they don't have, and if no one else talks about it they wouldn't even realize what they're missing!!!

but there actually is, in fact, a contestant not made by mephone

and they have been the only contestant to directly ask about time before the show

the only thing that kept the charade going was both of them assumed it was just cabby’s memory.

[cesarescabinet]

Sanddef is such a funny concept for a character for me. Looks like an angel yet has such offputting vibes because of it he's one of the most offensive knights of Britain. Survives Camlann because of it--presumably goes off with his ugly bestie Morfran to continue to scare the hoes for eternity. Criminally underrated.