i am out with lanterns

This is nothing this isn't anything buuuuuuut if reconditioning has a visual component (the blue/red flashing lights during Sleep, the eye imagery of the Orb and the MOAT logo) then Mary Ann and Sylvia may be immune from the effects due to their visual impairments—I believe they're also the only two (major) characters we haven't seen on the reconditioning screens, I know we've seen the Dictator and Her

So like of courseeeee you would hate each other. Sylvia thinks Mary Ann is a spineless goody-two-shoes going along with the act despite knowing better and that she's throwing away the unique opportunity she has. Mary Ann thinks Sylvia is putting them both in danger with her flagrant refusal to obey, because if the powers that be decides that reconditioning-immune people are too much of an uncontrolled variable, they will be disposed of. And of course this is all according to plan because as long as the two girls are pitted against each other, Draag doesn't have to worry about either of them effecting any sort of change

it's usually morally correct to make fun of the usa but whenever i hear british people do it it feels kinda tone deaf. idk if we have the high ground here guys. its like your mom making fun of your mental illness like ma'am where do you think i got it from.

i would be so pissed if I was marianne bro I get this awesome job performing for the grand immortal dictator on his state sanctioned world tour and then my weird sister who runs the MOAT (already has her OWN job, btw) starts showing up during MY part?? and hitting our dad??

Thank you, my friend, for standing by me during my difficult times.

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this is unironically one of the most beautiful photo sets i've ever seen

I’m starting a conspiracy theory that james patterson did actually write all of his books. he made some kind of cursed deal with a demon or fae to be the most productive writer of all time and now he sits endlessly in front of a computer, compelled to type without eating or sleeping while every stray thought is forced to become a novel, all composed in one never ending word doc that stretches the limitations of computer technology and data storage by mystical means. the manuscripts arrive in his agent’s inbox without his needing to send them. he has no control, he is but a conduit of mass marketing power. he also has one of those ao3 accounts that seems to have a work in every possible fandom including four hundred long-form hockey rpf fics.