More trauma-dumping, who remembers Higurashi when they cry
imma be honest, this is (pardon my french) the most fucked up anime I've ever seen. Scratch that, one of the most fucked up shows I've ever seen. And that's saying something, because I love horror and gore, like I watch ghost hunting for fun. I don't exactly know what it is about this one, maybe it's the general cuteness it gives off at surface level, maybe it's the fact that everything repeats itself, in different creative horrific ways, but it's honestly a chilling watch. Especially the neck scratching symptom of the hinamizawa curse. I physically cannot scratch my neck anymore after watching the show 😂😭💀.
At least the gou intro is a real vibe!! Like seriously the song is epic!! But like this scene from the original was like What the fuck!!! And then there was the scene from gou with rika and satoko, cat deceiving chapter 3, I felt sick watching that. Idk, but honestly it's all just quite sickening to watch
one time I used the ben affleck smoking reaction image in the family group chat and my mom replied with the funniest possible response which was: "mommy doesn't know who the guy is???" and that phrase has not left my brain since. I'll see blorbos on my dash that I don't recognize and I'll be like well it seems mommy doesn't know who the guy is.
this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.
good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.
sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.
so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.
one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.
Okay but the Justice League finds out their new baby hero teammate Phantom is the Ghost King by virtue of the Fright Night showing up while they're in the middle of a meeting, looking terrifying and such and scaring the shit out of everyone- even more so when Constantine starts freaking out over the fact that the sworn night of the King of the Infinite Realms is in the Watchtower what the fuck that's apocalyptically bad Pariah Dark is supposed to be locked the fuck up forever - but instead of trying to smite them all or yeet them into the nightmare dimension he just pulls out a space themed packed lunch??? And gives it to Phantom??
And the mildly eldritch giant murder ghost is talking about how "The Queen Mother commanded me to ensure you ate my Lord, she says you missed your morning meal."
And Phantom is just grumbling about over protective sisters and "there's a cafeteria i would have been fine" what the fuck is happening right now?
What do you mean "oops you forgot" Phantom I thought the ghost thing was just a theme!
Your stalker was devastated when you began to date your boyfriend, It wasn't fair! He was supposed to be the one you peppered with kisses, the one who you went home to at the end of the day. He put in the work! Not this douchebag, two faced asshole who glared at not only him, but anyone else who you took a kind shine to.
You were being deceived, and you didn't even know it yet! He was going to help you, rescue from what you obviously didn't know was a bad relationship...
At least, he would've, but instead he was staring at your unmarked grave. His eyes were bleak as a fine mist rolled over the forest floor. Your boyfriend was so stupid. How could he snuff out your life like that? He curled his hands into fists. Did that piece of shit know how much he needed you. How much he would've given just to have you? He wouldn't have done this.
No, no you deserved something better. A locked room. A secure cabin far far away. Anything but this.
It didn't matter though, he thinks as he plunges a shovel into the soft earth. It doesn't matter because he would do anything to have your smile back where it belongs: safe in his watching eyes.
Like look at those eyes. Those are the eyes of a man that has several things wrong with him and he's about to make each and every one of them and this rusty pipe, your problem.
Fucking two steps away from "you wanna know how i got these scars", ass look.
He goes from so adorable, bending so koala can put on his hat, to I have not a single polite gene in my body and I will destroy you mentally before I destroy you physically to Just straight beating people's asses with a pipe like a thug
Ok wait- on the Flatland note regarding Bill's origin story-
Everyone is out here trying to figure out what exactly makes Bill's eye weird. Like. How can he see into the third dimension while the others can't? What makes it weird other than seeing into the third dimension? Do the others in his dimension have two eyes - but how would that make it so they can't see the third dimension? Do they have no eyes at all (definitely not, cuz apparently they have evil optometrists)?
I'm about to (probably not) blow everyone's freakin minds.
Here's a poster for the Flatland movie:
What do you notice about them? Anything interesting? Perhaps something about their eye(s)?
Their eye(s) are located on one side of their face. They can only see forward, or, if they turn around, backward. And that's because, well, it's the 2nd dimension - there are is only left or right, forward or backward. I repeat - they can only see forward.
Now let's look at our beloved (beloathed, and everything in between) triangle demon:
Notice anything about his eye? Anything different? Anything... Weird? Strange?
It's in the middle of his face. Which poses an interesting issue in a 2nd dimensional world... Sure he can look left and right, but what is his default?
His default, if he is on a two dimensional plane, is to look up. "Up" is not a concept in the second dimension. There is no "up" because "up" implies depth - and depth is 3rd dimension, not 2nd.
He doesn't have any special powers that allow him to see into the 3rd dimension - I mean, obviously he has lots of special powers but... They aren't what inherently allow him to see into the 3rd dimension. It's the placement of his eye. The placement is his "defect," not the eye itself. He sees into the 3rd dimension because he has no choice. His default always was to see something that no one else in his world could see - the sky, the stars, and whatever else lay above.
The reason they tried to chemically blind him was because there was no other way to make it so he couldn't see into the third dimension. They probably thought it was a mercy - the poor kid was stuck with the default of always seeing of something that no one else in his world could ever physically see.
still thinking about what happens when kyle corrals you back to your place after trivia. he probably pulls up questions saved to his notes app and gives you a pop quiz while you ride his dick. sweating and stuttering your answers, hands splayed to keep yourself steady because he won't even touch you. smug bastard. him bucking up hard every time you take too long to respond.
only after you rack up a sufficient number of points will he roll you over to give you your prize. whispers something stupid that annoyingly works for you. probably second place isn't so bad, is it?