no but heaven literally IS a simulation. everyone’s heaven is just a simulation of their best memories. and later we see ash “hack” heaven’s mainframe. we’ve seen angels (particularly arch angels) over and over use simulation as a technique for messing with people and / or keeping them contained. gabriel creates elaborate illusions and pocket worlds. zachariah (not an archangel but still) created the it’s a terrible life illusion AND endverse. lucifer gets people to trust him by appearing as the illusion of their loved ones. and michael...michael trapped dean in his own mind with a simulation of his “dream job” owning a bar. keeping him trapped in his own mind like people in heaven are stuck in their memories. even how they treat cas and try to rewire him, they’re hacking into his memories and deleting what they don’t want. anyways, heaven’s whole thing is illusion and simulations. illusions of peace and happiness. so......that ending, huh?
I saw a post yesterday that showed the Mona Lisa next to the final shot of Helen sitting on the beach, posed the exact same way, with that same unreadable smile. I think in that moment everything kind of clicked for me, and I think I understand now how it was used as a motif. I poured things out on twitter and I'm gonna do it here too.
So the Mona Lisa is introduced about thirty minutes into the movie, before anything has technically happened. We are shown that Miles purchased it, had it put in his living room (full of volatile hydrogen gas), behind a glass door, and that he can override the glass just to see her face. He looks at it with some awe, but to do something so arrogant and dangerous is not something that you do when you just admire the art...it's a power move. It's a rich man flaunting a priceless artwork and saying, look at me, I don't give a flying fuck about the consequences.
Then, he talks about how he saw it when he was six, and how he longs to be immortalised like the painting. Smash cut to Andi.
Now, I have only a rough recollection of Da Vinci's story, but something that I do recall is this--we still don't know who was the true subject of the Mona Lisa. There were at least two women who it could have been (as well as Da Vinci's male student/lover and Da Vinci himself). There's even still a fair bit of debate as to whether he painted it at all. The truth has long been obfuscated. Only the physical painting by Da Vinci matters to people. The subject is irrelevant.
Not long after this scene, we discover that 'Andi' is not in fact Cassandra, but Helen, employing the rich bitch voice that the sisters created as kids. An elegant, unreadable woman with an ever-changing mood and smile, and an air of absolute mystery. Her character is framed, in the first half at least, as the real-life Mona Lisa.
As the story goes on, you can see how important this parallel becomes. Miles constantly reiterates how he wants to be mentioned in the same breath as the Mona Lisa. In the same way, he wants to be mentioned in the same breath as Andi Brand. He tries to be like her, cheat her, steal from her, surpass her, and take her life from her. He uses the image and money that he gets from being her partner, and uses it to steal her ideas and kill her. He obfuscates her role in the company's founding, takes it for himself.
Andi as a person is dead, but the world doesn't know that yet. For now, Miles gets to keep her image and everything she's built for himself. Not for admiration, but for power. The world just sees her as the subject of his work. Secondary, and irrelevant.
Enter Helen, who steps into her sister's role and uses her image to get to the truth. The others don't know who she is, but Miles should. It's glaringly obvious, but he never thinks to look beyond the glass between them and see who she truly is or why she's there. And he doesn't let go of his need to show off how powerful he is.
Because like the Mona Lisa, the envelope is in plain sight. The last piece of Andi's work is hidden within the Glass Onion, just behind his fake napkin--the one he took credit for.
Miles loses, in the end, because he's so deeply arrogant and idiotic. He plays dirty to get what he wants, and can't help but mount his prizes on the wall. But Helen understands that, at the end of the day, she is a third grade teacher from Alabama, and a black woman against an absurdly wealthy white man. He will not face consequences for this. He won't even be arrested for Andi's murder.
So what does she do? She literally destroys the glass. She annihilates the illusion of his brilliance. She destroys the layers of the onion, shows the rot in its core--his persona, his wonder fuel--and then, she destroys the Mona Lisa. Because it is a painting, something that he chose to put in danger. And the world will see if it is gone.
She brings down the glass barrier, but he destroyed the painting the moment he set foot in Andi's house. And maybe this way, even if he isn't remembered as the murderer of Andi Brand, he will always be remembered as the destroyer of the Mona Lisa. It's a small sort of justice, but it's the only thing that Miles will answer to.
The dust settles, Helen goes to the beach. She ends the story sitting as the Mona Lisa did, her arms crossed, expression unreadable. There's no illusion anymore, no glass between us and the subject. We can look into her eyes. It's a moment where the subject of the art reclaims the narrative, not unlike OJ's ending shot in Nope. The painting may now be gone, but the Brand sisters have been immortalised in a way. Andi is gone, but Helen is alive and true.
Here is a link to sign a petition for stopping kosa:
https://chng.it/bvxXrZWTHW
Why stop it? To reduce suicide rates in lgbtq+ communities, the most excessive censuring of information about things like sex ed, palestine, war, pregnancy, politics, etc.
John B stormed out of his house with you following him.
“Don’t walk away from me John B!” you yelled after him. You begged, “Don’t walk away from us.”
John B couldn’t remember ever being more angry as he turned to you. “Don’t put this on me. You know how important this is to me, and you’re getting in the way!”
“I’m trying to save your life!”
John B just groaned.
“You are constantly putting your life at risk with these quests. One of those days, it’s going to catch up to you!”
“I don’t care if it catches up to me, I don’t care if I lose my life, I don’t care if I lose you! This treasure is more important than any of that.”
“What did you just say?” You looked more hurt than you ever had.
John B didn’t think twice. “You heard me. You’re not helping me anymore. There’s no reason for you to be around. I want you and your stuff gone by the time I get back.” He opened the door to the Twinkie.
“John.” You called to him but he didn’t look at you as he climbed into the driver’s seat.
The next time he spared you a glance was through his rear view mirror. You had tears in your eyes as your knees hit the ground.
John B burst up in bed with a loud gasp. He ripped off his blankets because he was about to run back to you--he couldn’t bare to see you crying like that--but he felt a hand on his arm. The sensation caused another gasp in his lungs even though they were busy catching his breath. John B looked over to the side of the bed the arm came from and saw your barely awake form.
“Johnny?” your sleep-filled voice called out to him.
“Y/n?” John B leaned down and seized your cheek with his hand.
Your eyes were barely open, and you were blinking a lot from sleep. You responded, “Yeah...What’s wrong baby?”
The fact that it was just a dream finally hit John B. He gave you a quick kiss, then buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Thank god. I thought I had lost you.”
You started to gain some awareness as well. “You didn’t. I’m here. What happened?”
“I had a dream. We got into a fight over my obsession with the treasure. I kicked you out.”
“John--”
He looked at you. “I said so many hurtful things to you--”
“John B.” You brushed some hair out of his face. “It’s not real. It was all a dream.”
He hid his face in the crook of your neck again. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you comforted him. You pulled him away from you and pressed your forehead against his. “I love you,” you told him.
He smiled. “I love you, too.”
“Let’s go back to sleep, yeah?”
John B nodded and settled on top of your chest.
You wrapped him up in your arms, and kissed his head before falling back asleep.
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synopsis: sick and tired of the looming castle walls, tooru decides to adventure outwards. somewhere he wasn't allowed to go. dressed as a young 'peasant' boy tooru comes across the delicious smell of fresh baked bread. considering he was starving he marched right in demanding a loaf of bread, forgetting he wasn't in normal attire. you, the daughter of the baker, found him a headache but also amusing. I mean what source of entertainment can you get when you're so poor?
"I am your prince!"
"...then why are you dressed like that?"
(lowercase is intended)
a/n: have exams...so what better time to procrastinate than to make a fic !! I have risen from the grave muahaha. I'm hoping to try and do a masterlist of royal au fics of hq boys but knowing me I'll disappear for another 2 years😭 and yes I had a spark moment when I tried on a dress I haven't worn in a year whilst playing 'ceilings' in the background... btw I made this at 1am so excuse any spelling mistakes or errors (☉。☉)!
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𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥
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edited a/n:
i didn't realise how serious my condition was and how much rest I needed. i'm now behind in school work and my instrument tutor is going to kick my ass cause I haven't practised 😭 I apologise deeply guys and I'll try to get this fic done ASAP!!
I adore how almost everyone in this game accepts marriage regardless of gender (with like a few exceptions), and how some have certain requirements to accept it (rescuing or having their canon partner/love interest die)
And then there's the baron, who just
-Do you wanna marry me? 💍😉
-... Ew, no.
-What about now? 👑😏
-👀👀 HELL YEAH I DO!
In a new film, "Danny Phantom: Death and Taxes," beloved childhood cartoon superhero Danny Phantom, AKA Danny Fenton, and his ghostly gang of goons are hunted by white-clad members of the IRS, seeking their destruction. In their own words, "Only two things are certain, ghost punk: death, and taxes. We all know ghosts aren't paying taxes, so...what'll it be, the easy way or the fun way?"
It’s wild how people still pull the whole “If you reset the game or do a genocide run, you just prove Flowey right“ thing seven years later. Like you do realize this is a video game, right? They’re not actually sentient. You don’t have to moralize the act of playing a video game more than once and trying to uncover everything a game has to offer. Undertale explores the questions what if someone had the power to reset the world like it was a video game and what if someone else treated a person like a video game character. Some people take Undertale too seriously.