#ambiguity

[rhetoricalthinkin]

After a long period of self reflection

I've learned that I thrive in ambiguity.

[augustodog]

They’re Selling Post Cards Of The Hanging

Morning light lay upon the gallows. A man stands on a trapdoor; he has a bag over his head and a noose around his neck. The sheriff stands near a lever, speaking to the crowd. “Arthur J. Halloway, a man accused of numerous crimes across America, will take his last breath today. He will be hanged until he is no more.”

A man pushes his way into the crowd surrounding the gallows. He looks at the man about to be hung and looks to the man next to him. “What are his crimes?” he asks.

“Arthur Halloway? You don’t know his crimes? He is the worst outlaw of our times. He killed at least 20 people and robbed thousands of dollars. What crime hasn’t he committed?” the man said.

“What’s the chap’s story?” he asked.

“Well, he is 26 years old, I know that. He was a leader of an outlaw group out west,” he said.

“So you don’t actually know his story?” asked the man.

“Dammit, H.W., just watch the display,” said the man.

H.W., not satisfied with this answer, walks further into the crowd. He stands beside a young girl and asks her the same question. “My dear lady, do you know this man's crimes?”

“Yes, I do indeed; he is a whore of a man. He was an adulterer, the immoral pig,” she said.

“Adultery got him hanged?” H.W. asked.

“Yes, I believe he slept with the sheriff’s wife. You know how the sheriff is with his power.”

“Thank you, my lady.”

H.W. pushed closer to the front of the crowd, and a man stopped him and said, “You hear what he did?”

“No, I didn’t,” H.W. responded.

“He was a satanist, a cult leader or something of that nature. He sacrificed babies, the monster.”

“How awful, my God.”

H.W. watched as the trapdoor fell and the man was hung. The body’s twitching stopped, and after about a quarter of an hour, he walked up to the sheriff. “I can’t get a straight answer about why this man was hanged, Jim. Please do tell!”

“Oh, I don’t know. Just orders—something about oil or gold.”

“Thank you, Jim.”

H.W. walked back home and went to bed that night. He woke up the next morning and had some breakfast. Life went on as normal.

[sheepmo]

i have an insane fascination with characters that have an ambiguous dynamic that doesn't matter whether romantic or not because all that matters is they care about each other enough to risk their lives. best part is they'll never admit that to the person

(i totally dont have an oc/canon dynamic like this. of course not cough cough)

[spltlvlhous]

guys. its totally chill if you have pronouns.

[vikingthundergod]

A satirical self portrait

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[greatwyrmgold]

I'm not sure if this is an "I don't know what question she was trying to ask me" thing or a "My actual thoughts matter less than what someone else wants" thing. But either way...mood.

[vikingthundergod]

Cliff notes from the heart

The Door Before Entropy I woke inside the mirror that my longing called the truth,And saw my prayers arranging what your silence would not say,I built a chapel out of hope and called the ache my proof,While undisclosed old shadows kept dividing night from day.I loved the pieces of your heart you let me hold in light,And filled the missing spaces with the mercy I could give,But partial truth can…

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