can't stop thinking how gwilliam's entire presence in that reality was constructed out of what the doctor told ruby. "terrifying. the most dangerous prime minister in history. he led the world to the brink of nuclear-" and that's it. that's all ruby knew about him, and that's literally all he was. the doctor said nothing about his personality, but he was ruby's idea of a "terrifying, dangerous" politician: charismatic on the surface but cold underneath, sexually violent, leveraging his backstory, visibly evil but for some reason nobody seemed to notice or care. and he brought the world to the brink of nuclear.... yeah. ruby never knew his motive or platform or whatever and she couldn't construct a plausible reason so that's what her nightmare reality worked with and that's why he was just.... there. like she was living in a story the doctor only half told her, and she was creating a vague image of gwilliam from a few details and her imagination.
and then there's his nickname, which only adds to it. the mad jack from the scroll in the circle was dead in 2024 so it was nothing to do with gwilliam in 'real life', but because ruby heard those names together in an important moment they became connected for her and then it translated into her reality. again like a dream being constructed out of bits and pieces of your thoughts. or!! the nickname was another Coincidence :)
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one of my greatest pet peeves in fiction, and it is truly stupid I know, is that no one seems to understand how genuinely hard it is to kill someone via stabbing. stab wounds have a mortality rate of like 5%. especially abdominal stabbing. tv shows and movies show dudes getting stabbed one time in the lower abdomen with a tiny knife and then they fall over. like what did he die of precisely. that man died of Small Knife
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think it's a deep consolation to know that spiders dream, that monkeys tease predators, that dolphins have accents, that lions can be scared silly by a lone mongoose, that otters hold hands, and ants bury their dead. that there isn't their life and our life. nor your life and my life. that it's just one teetering and endless thread and all of us, all of us, are entangled w it as deep as entanglement goes. v neat i think.
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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"
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my easily jumpscared gf has her back to the door in our new place and every time i need to announce myself like im an angel of god
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sorry i didn't text back i've been having a bad day since i was like 12 years old
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I am reasonably fun to hang out with and my company is enjoyed by well over 10 people worldwide
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