those first couple weeks after escaping a time loop have gotta be disorienting as all fuck. all those little cues that used to tell you what's about to happen are now triggers that cause you to brace for something that isn't coming. you have to relearn the permanence of death -- hell, you have reacquaint yourself with the entire concept of finality altogether. everything keeps changing but it never changes back and you keep having to remind yourself that this is normal. "it won't reset anymore," you echo to yourself, over and over and over, like a broken record, like you're still trapped in a loop, like someone who escaped the time loop but was doomed to bring it into the future with them
One of my fave narratives of the writer's strike was watching every studio-friendly Hollywood news source go ":( this movie was delayed due to the mean ol' strike", meanwhile random Wallace and Gromit-obsessed Twitter account DiscussingFilm would include "because studio executive, [executive name], refuses to pay workers fairly out of greed" on literally every piece of news, no matter how tangential to the strike, and anyway I'm pleased to see they're still at it
shout out to when i told my dad about goncharov and he figured out it was fake because i told him "1973 martin scorsese film with robert de niro" and he said that wasn't possible because the godfather came out in 1972 and the godfather part II came out in 1974 and they wouldn't have had time to make a movie in between. a perfectly good jest, foiled by this man's weird and vast knowledge set
best decision in the fnaf movie was to make the cupcake the most blood thirsty animatronic of the entire gang. not even possessed or anything it’s just feral. Chica come get your fuckin dog