#im here for this circus show

[purplebehittindifferent]

theendisnevertheendisnevertheendisnevertheendisnevertheendisnever-

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

WAIT FUNNY ALLIGATOR COWBOY NOOOOOOOOOO

[servodrugaddict]

Haven't seen nearly enough zooble conversation. Easy best character.

[rrogueamendiares]

Haunted again by my instagram presence

[t4tails]

finished season 1 of super friends! after this it would be cancelled for like 5 years until it got brought back. every episode was hell. they were all environmental lessons and sometimes basic morals, and batman 1966 did that too but it was tongue in cheek while this time it really did feel like they were trying to directly tell me what to think. i think those aliens should take whatever they want. i dont give a shit. also no wonder woman focused episode!! everybody else got one but her!! cmon!!!!!!

[wybienova]

i bought psychonauts for my friend and i am very excited but also SO scared they’re going to get frustrated at a janky part of some level and hate it . the woes of sharing ur interests

[muthaz-rapapa]

Hold up, I forgot all about the Recipe-bon and what it was until this moment cuz it has been so out-of-focus and now you’re telling me there’s been a history of security breaches surrounding it? Wat?! 😅

[daisyhooves]

Wouldnt Raz being with Loboto the whole time in the au mean he knew about Truman?

Raz knows a lotta' things in circus squared he just doesn't outwardly say anything about it and more hints at stuff, especially when it comes to Truman and what happened in Rhombus and so fourth.

Again hes really iffy with what people do and don't know because of the whole trust thing, and he doesn't want to just go around telling people 'hey this is actually who this is' because who knows who might cause more bad than good! So he goes about hinting at things around Frazie especially when they're in another persons mind to try and get her on the right track and realize things sooner. They still only come to find things out in Fatherland Follies but they can't say he didn't try :/

[nocturnal-birb]

Not gonna lie, it's more scary of seeing known Ghost artists/writers following this messy of a shitposting/art blog than the official Ghost blog

[krogans-give-the-best-cuddles]

People will use the cadence of fandom jokes, like literally make variations of fandom jokes just vague enough to be unclear and then talk about their real personal life or about real life oppression with them. on the fandom jokes website. and then be shocked and horrified when other people reblog and tag like little characters.

Like they'll act like everyone else is a brain poisoned weirdo for seeing a post on their dash and hitting reblog to add a little guy.

1. That is the culture of the website, tagging your guy for your own blog is not unusual

2. If you don't want this happening to personal posts. You can make them unrebloggable, saving you from having to hear literally anyone's thoughts about this at all.

3. If you are making a vague reference to real world moments. And using a jokey fandom style tone. And you do not in any way make it clear you're not Simply Making A Fandom Joke. And there's literally no identifying information like a place a date or an event named. And then you get angry that people, who likely do not even follow your blog, who don't know what you were just looking at or thinking about or anything that was in the context of the joke- you get angry at these people when the only context they have. Is the framework of the joke. Created in a fandom space for fandom moments. Like maybe the person who's bad at reading context, or meaning or what have you is you actually.

Like as much as everyone should work on like. Not assuming the context of an authors post and not assuming things about them. And authors can't control how people read something etc etc. You as an author should not assume your readers understand what you mean via telepathy. Authors of posts should also maybe be able to see that if they are communicating super unclearly then they will receive unclear and not accurate responses to the situation at hand.

[lululeighsworld]

desperate to see if the new black butler season can find a way to squeeze a grell cameo in like they did with book of circus. it's a lil treat. just for us!!

[wambsgender]

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[fox-guardian]

hey guys did you know that um. did you know. first of all did you know i'm losing my mind, secondly, do y'all remember in tma how when someone reads a written statement, they don't really Stop unless they're interrupted? and they read the whole thing easy cheesy, no issues with reading whatever words are there? like. jon literally could read french for a whole statement and was Fine. granted, that's Jon, but like nobody else struggled with pronunciations and whatnot (that i can recall)

presumably, this is an eye thing. either as employees of the institute, or because everyone there is just also eye-aligned in some degree (melanie had the ghost hunting show, the eye is fond of martin, etc)

and then there's tim in season 3 ep 86

[Sigh] Statement of… uh, Benjamin Hatendi… Hateendi? Regarding a… [papers rustling] a blanket. Dead friend. Monster. Regarding his unavoidable and gruesome end. How he tried to hide. He couldn’t. Statement is from… 1983, March 2nd. And I guess… [long sigh] I guess I’m doing this one. Tim Stoker. Archival assistant… Archival prisoner at the Magnus Institute.

correct me if im wrong but i don't recall anyone struggling with pronunciations before this bit. but that's not even the biggest thing here, that's just a lil Taste, a lil Flavor.

note the phrasing there. "Regarding his unavoidable and gruesome end." why would he say this when the written text on the statement says this:

Uh, right. Benjamin Hatendi’s account of… [rustling pages] oh for… a, a strange encounter. Er, statement date, March 2nd, 1983. Melanie King recording. Apparently.

"a strange encounter". that's it. nothing about an unavoidable death, just a "strange encounter". Tim Why Did You Say That.

why would our dear timothy bimothy, who is being pushed to the brink, who is becoming rapidly more depressed and losing hope, say this?

this isn't the only time he's said some weirdly grim shit tho (ep 104)

There was never really any hope for me, though, was there? This was how it was always going to go.

and then there's this bit from elias apparently having Looked into tim (also 104)

TIM All right, hit me with your X-ray eyes then, boss. What do you see? ELIAS Disruption. An unpredictable, angry man with nothing left but the desire to feel in some way revenged. TIM [Sarcastic] Ooh, terrifying! Surely only magic could have let you see so deep inside my very soul.

"nothing left" but the desire to feel revenged. and tim doesn't dispute this, because it's true.

when he first joined the institute he did so in order to look for answers about danny, but then he stopped seriously looking. and now that the circus is back, this is all the drive he has left. not looking for answers, just wanting revenge. closure. an end, if you will.

this is Literally It For Him. a couple lines later he suggests elias kill him, he's At The Breaking Point.

he is so tired, he's lost all hope, and he's saying all this grim shit about "unavoidable death" and "this is how it was always going to go" like hmmmm sounds familiar doesn't it. DOESN'T IT (<- is going insane)

(ep 11) [....] despite the rapid response of the paramedics and how much of his medical history I had immediately to hand, there was nothing I could do to save him. (ep 11) I have no responsibility to try and prevent whatever fate is coming for you. Based on my previous experience, such a thing is likely impossible anyway,[....] (ep 121) There. That was it. That was our fate; where we would always be.

hmmmm sounds a bit like oliver huh? everyone's favorite ex-accountant avatar of the end?? right??

but then there's this last bit i have from ep 86.

why did he stop reading the statement

Statement. “My parents never let me have a nightlight. I was always afraid, but they were ju–” Ugh, this is stupid.

why did he do that. again, correct me if im wrong but when else has someone just Stopped Reading like that without someone or something else interrupting them? why could tim just stop himself?

my theory is this: at this point, tim is completely gone from being aligned with the eye. he no longer seeks to know what happened to danny, he just wants closure. he doesn't wanna do any statement work, and he keeps mentioning these tidbits about hopelessness and the inevitability of terrible events, specifically death.

the eye isn't compelling him to read the statements like it does the others, because it doesn't have as strong a hold anymore. the grip is slipping from him. and by the time the unknowing rolls around, maybe it's lost him for good. maybe he finally fell into a different power he never meant to serve, and yet, he does.

and maybe. just maybe. because i'm so not in denial. but MAYBE. he did die in the unknowing. but maybe he got better.

basically end!tim truthers rise up, this is how end!tim kayaking with his bf oliver banks can still win, etc etc I'm Going Feral <3

[starlightsailfish]

Spotify Unwrapped time! :D we certainly went through it this year huh?

Feel free to send me a number between 1-100 for a song! 💖

[spdrvyn]

TSUNDERE MIGUEL O'HARA THAT IS DENYING HIS FEELINGS FOR READER WHILE HE ACTIVELY THINKS ABOUT THEM 24/7 AND KNOWS ALL THEIR CUTE LITTLE QUIRKS (READER CAN BE SPIDERMAN OR NORMAL PERSON YOUR CHOICE) PLEASE I NEED TRUNDERE MIGUEL SO MUCH IM DYING IM STARVING *sob sob cry sob*

love, your best friend Dre <3

i won't say i'm in love — MIGUEL O'HARA

(( uhhh .... i have no clue who this motherfucker is! jk lol hi tommy [ you slut ] here is your severely in denial miguel fic, spoiler free. ))

"Lyla, arrange this mess."

Miguel waved his hand at the AI, eyes focused on the glowing screen in front of him. He always had the habit of keeping a messy desktop, though it wasn't a big problem for him considering his trusty artificial intelligence assistant.

To which the trusty artificial intelligence would poke and tease Miguel in response. At times, he really wondered if Lyla was secretly being controlled by a human. A pesky, occasionally annoying, childish human that constantly pushed his buttons.

"What's the magic word, Miguel?"

He groaned bringing his index finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose, massaging the stress lines that have formed from constantly being teased and played with.

"...Please."

Lyla lets out an electric hum, her avatar glitching into a thinking pose. She stares at Miguel with a confused look through her heart-shaped sunglasses. "Sorry. The signal in here is so bad. What was that?"

"I said, please, Lyla. Get to work."

"Oh, don't worry. I heard you the first time."

The man lets out a defeated sigh, he's given up on trying to defend himself against Lyla. Even when he's old and withered, this charade will continue like a never-ending circus show.

Multiple screens pop up in front of the AI, to which Miguel bashfully averts his gaze. He's normally organized enough, in the workplace but he's also very busy. Little things like putting files in the folders they belong simply evades his mind sometimes.

However, one file in particular stood out in front of him from the corner of his eye. It was a drive, among all the others that are colored in the regular shade of blue and labeled accordingly, this one was highlighted in pink with a little heart symbol at the end.

"Lyla, what's that?"

Her avatar glitches again into her in a sitting position, a little teacup in her hands as she takes a fake sip. "Hmm? I don't know, I don't see anything. Which one are you talking about?"

"Ay dios mío... The one in pink, Lyla. What is it?"

"Ohhh..." An obviously fake display of surprise makes itself present on Lyla's face, she opens the file. "This is a drive of all of the times you talked about that recruit. Lovingly, might I add."

Miguel's eyes darted around the screen, folding his arms over his chest. There were many, many videos of him. The scroll bar just kept going like there was no end.

Hesitantly, he pointed to one among the sea of videos and Lyla opened it. The playback goes as follows, the 'recording' is from her perspective, it seems.

Miguel is hunched over his desk, mumbling nonsense to himself until it becomes more coherent as Lyla approaches him.

"Whatcha' got there?"

The camera shifts and zooms over to Miguel's hand, to where he's holding a small tupperware. Filled to the brim with baked goodies, a small sticky note is pasted to the top of it however the writing is too tiny to make anything of it.

'They got me a gift.'

'That's the third one this week.'

His chest heaves as he lets out a deep sigh.

'...I know.'

A small moment of silence before Miguel continues speaking.

'Esto es tan tonto. I don't why they keep bringing me these... these things! I don't know why they keep smiling brighter than sun when they give them to me!'

Miguel frustratingly opens the tupperware, brings one of the pastries close to his mouth and takes a big bite. A small groan escapes his throat.

'I don't know what they're putting in these things to make them so delicious! Giving them to me, of all people. Stupid, stupid, stupid. So smart they are. Agile, strong, and capable and— and kind...'

Another bite.

'You know that you've gotten them gifts before, right?'

'But they all look idiotic next to this. Made with their precious time and care. Putting in the effort to make sure that they actually taste good and they do,'

Miguel closes the tupperware with a loud snap.

'¿A quién estoy engañando? They're amazing.'

"Miguel?"

That wasn't part of the recording. Miguel swipes at the screen and it fades out of existence, little pixels hovering in his sight before it completely disintegrates. Lyla disappears too as you swing onto the platform of his office.

He tenses up once he sees you, leaning a hand against his desk. God, he definitely did not want to look at you after what he just watched. He especially did not want to look at you because of the blush that stained his cheeks. Thankfully, mostly hidden by the darkness of his chambers.

Of course, you greeted him with the same warm smile.

"Haven't seen you all day today. Are you doing alright?"

"Fine. Doing fine. Just cleaning, why are you here?" Says Miguel, he despised how his heart pounded in his chest so loudly right now. Whenever he was around you.

Being so composed was what he was known for, what he was respected for. Yet, everytime you even look in the same direction as him, his exterior just melts.

"I just wanted to check in on you, was all. I noticed you haven't come out in a while, I brought you an empanada from the cafeteria just in case you were hungry."

You toss the small container to him and he catches it in one hand, he could hardly comprehend what was going on right now. Staring mindlessly at the box. "Thank you."

"Of course. Take care of yourself for me, I'll... head out now."

He watches over the edge as you fall off the platform, landing onto ledge that separates his desk from the rest of the room.

"Can you start ranting now? I want to get this drive up to 600 videos."

Miguel grumbles, opening the box and biting into the delectable snack before going back to organizing his desktop.

[crayonsquadlilac]

Gang I am sooo so normal about the funny psychological horror circus show you dont understand you have noooooo idea how unbelievably normal I am About It I'm normal. Im normal. See How Normal I Am

theyre all so silly!!!! And stuck in an inescapable horrible terrible situation a paranormal predicament!!!!!!!! The endless cycle of meaninglessness and disconnection shall surely reduce them to shells of themselves!!!!! Now this is all they are!!!!!!

Also Zooble is my favorite. The Gender

(I am so sorry for not posting art here in 3 million years I promise I will try to More Often)