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Desirée: I feel in love with my Ronnie at first sight because he came to defend me and he saved me even though he was a stranger.

Phoenix:

sorry neil gaiman the post was too godot-coded

I am just going to pretend the series ended here. For my own sanity.

shoutout to kal cabbagegunk for providing me the screenshot

hey did you guys know its the pines twins’ 23rd birthday today? I had no idea.

anyway, here’s a thing I’ve been working on for a while. This was originally supposed to be for the show’s 10th anniversary back in June, but I definitely didn’t anticipate how long it’d take and had to push it back to the end of August. It feels like an appropriate way to send off the summer :]

ps: as per gf tradition, there’s a hidden message along the first 10 pages

stay weird etc etc

Noticed the runes on the "thisisnotawebsite.com" website seem to correlate to Journal #3 pages. Maybe it's just a conspiracy, but hey, that's the first step of solving a mystery!

(This is coming from someone who hasn't gotten their hands on The Book of Bill yet, so go easy on me, lol.

The first thing I want to note is the red ink in the corner. It's very similar to those that Ford used on various pages in Journal 3. However, I haven't been able to find an exact match yet.

Here is an example of what I'm describing.

The closest thing I got to a match came from well... The page with the portal.

But who cares about that! There's more to talk about! Like the fact that these runes also show up right before Ford stops writing in the journal???

And uh. Who else disappeared? Just recently? Just saying.

More proof, these are known anti-bill symbols. Whatever that website will show us, I don't think it'll be from Bill himself. If it is... Let's get ready for Weirdmagennon 2024.

Simon: A Relic of Time

I'm pretty sure I'm just becoming an AT/FC account, and y'know what? I'm just gonna roll with it. I was going to do a more thematic analysis today, but since it's my birthday and I only have so much time, I'm just doing a short one. I think it's interesting how Simon was once an archeologist/antiquities collector; and his character arc began in FC with him on display like the very same artifacts that he once collected. As an anthropology major, the whole idea of taking artifacts of long-gone civilizations to study is seen as normal, but it's also a hot button issue in the field. What right does one human have for the sake of science, yknow? Specifically, though, I find it interesting because it seems that the scene was meant to be taken less literally? Maybe I'm over thinking it, but I think the very idea of being put on display for the whole world to see, like a caged-up animal in a zoo, goes to show just how disconnected Simon felt with Ooo at the start of the series. He didn't feel like he belonged in anything other than a museum. Perhaps he tells himself that it's purely for the sake of authenticity and preserving the history of humanity as much as possible; but really, it's just another way that his past has left him chained and trapped in despair. The crown was never Simon's biggest threat, he was.

I think I just had the most beautiful interaction of my life.

I had a little bit of a breakdown outside of a pizza place earlier today. I cried harder than I have in years, tears pelting the concrete like rain and cloudy glasses. In the moment, I felt as small and powerless as an infant, one that had been dumped into a vat of quicksand. All I could do was sink farther and farther into that fear and sob. I can't remember a time that I've ever felt so defeated. So useless. So broken.

But then...

One small act. That's all it really took to remind me of the good in the world.

Two parents, around my mom's age had passed by just a little earlier. They had seen me sitting on the ground, calling my mom, and trying everything I could to slow my breathing through choked out breaths. I apologized for being in their way just moments earlier.

But... They didn't look at me with hatred or disgust or even pity. All of the emotions I felt towards myself in that moment, and I was SO sure anyone else would feel towards me if they saw me... Just wasn't there.

They asked if I was okay and gave me a pat on the shoulder. A stranger. A sobbing, absolutely pathetic looking, sniffling stranger. A soft act of kindness. Connection.

"You'll get through this, I promise. I know it's really hard right now, but I swear it won't last forever."

The two of them just kept going on. Telling me that I was loved and cared about and that I was going to get through this. These two absolute strangers. I thanked them so much, still sobbing, telling them that they made my day. And again.

"Do you know who else's days you make? Your parents. We have two kids of our own, and I know... I know every single day they make ours better. And I know for sure you do that too. College is rough, but you're going to get through this."

"And if anyone treats you bad, fuck them!"

"Yeah! You got this. It's all going to be okay, I promise. You're so strong."

I don't know who those two people were, but I swear they made me believe in the goodness of the world when I needed it the most. I wish them nothing but the best in their lives. I hope that if the time ever comes that either one of them, or their children, are alone and as terrified as I was... That they're given the same treatment. To look at that broken, petrified teenager and simply treat them with kindness. Reminding them that they deserve kindness.

The world is a dark, scary place, but it's never as bad as your mind makes it out to be... Because we're all on this little blue ball together. So please, the next time that you see someone a little down... Do me a favor. Give them a smile.

It makes all the difference.

Here's a silly little comic I did in whiteboard >:) enjoy!

bonus whiteboard art below!