#fifth wall

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currently watching supernatural s4:e18 “The Monster at the End of the Book” and holy shit the writers didn’t just break the fifth wall they fucking crashed through and proceeded to burn it to the ground 

[amandas-discovery]

ROMAN JUST BROKE THE FOURTH WALL I LOVE THAT

Bro Roman smashed through the fourth wall, ran through the studio, and desolated a fifth wall into the perspective universe.

[dougielombax]

A fatal case of medium awareness.

[broadswordandpistol]

Fifth Wall

(( For context: Alvin has been teetering on the unpleasant revelation that he's an imaginary character for some time. Events at the Spring Festitales managed to push him off that tightrope and into an existential crisis. Fortunately, the walls between fiction and reality are particularly thin there, so his author decided to give him a hand.

Below the cut is some admittedly self-indulgent fic, because sometimes you gotta take care of your muse.))

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Alvin gave Elize a gentle squeeze, and nudged her off his lap. She looked up at him, worry etched across her small forehead.

“I’ll be fine,” he promised her. “Just gotta clear my head. It’s noisy in here.” It certainly was, with Vicious, Raven, and two different Judes going at it hammer and tongs.

He slipped out into the night, moonlight gleaming palely through the cherry blossoms. The path was paved with fallen petals; the festival would be over soon enough. He’d thrown himself into it with vigor, and for the most part, had felt good — strong, rejuvenated, and content.

But there was — not a voice, not like the one Ludger had in his head, but a definite sensation of another, and a physical feeling of unreality he couldn’t seem to shake. He could feel it time and again elsewhere, but here it was stronger. He’d nearly confronted it last year, until events had conspired to occupy his time and his energy. This year, he’d felt it again, too strongly to ignore.

You can keep walking. It’s safe here. All the instigators are back at the kiddie table.

He snorted. “Yeah, I thought so. Only matters if there’s something important going on, and even then.”

Are you angry?

“I — no.” That wasn’t a lie. “Upset. Feeling a bit lied-to. Ironic, I know. Who likes to find out that they’re not real?”

Who told you that?

“Julius.”

And you believe him?

That earned a pause. “I … don’t know. I feel real to me.”

That’s because you are. You’re not flesh-and-blood real. But you’re still real enough. That whole business about being a vessel for a story — that’s not wrong, but it’s not the whole truth.

You’re an Idea. You’re not even my idea, to begin with.

“The hell you say.”

I’m serious. Other people created you. But I liked your Idea so much that I kept it close. Gave you access to more people, more life experiences, more story, so your Idea would stay alive. At this point, you’re as much my Idea as you were someone else’s to begin with.

“I don’t —“

Like not knowing things, being pushed around, treated as a tool. I know. You’re not. I couldn’t tell you; you had to come to this understanding on your own.

I don’t ever force you to do things. But you don’t always get to know everything. That’d be counter to who you are, anyway. 

He flopped down on a bench, arms over its back, and looked up at the moon.

“Let’s say what you’re saying is true. Why would you even bother with an idea like me, anyway? There are a million better ideas.”

But they’re not you.

Your Idea is one of persistence and determination. The willingness to pick yourself back up and keep going no matter what happens. To play a bad hand, and try to make the best of it. To make choices and live with them, and their consequences. To be honest about being dishonest, and about being human. To learn to truly understand friendship. To suffer, to fail, and to redeem yourself.

You’re a really powerful Idea. 

Doesn’t hurt that you’re smart, strong, funny, and good-looking, on top of it.

He paused, taken aback, then chuckled. “Smart enough to know flattery when I hear it, too.”

Is it flattery if it’s true?

“That’s my line.” The corners of his mouth turned up. 

I can’t say I’m not pretty deeply invested in you. You speak to a lot of my values through your Stories.

That silenced him. “Role models” were one thing, and he would never be one, in his estimation. But values — those rang a different tone.

“So …” he looked around, seeing the world again from a different angle. He probably looked like Koun, seeing color for the first time, he thought dryly. “These are all Ideas. This — all of it — ” he swept a hand, indicating the people he’d left behind earlier, the others in his multitude of lives and scopes, that somehow he could always feel, even if he couldn’t bring them to bear — “it’s all Ideas, making up new Stories.”

That’s right. You know now why it is you can tell four different Judes apart from each other, but they’re still all your oldest friend. Your Idea and their Ideas are part of each other. It’s pretty cool.

“Huh.” He propped his elbows on his knees, and leaned his chin on his laced fingers. “And you — you chose my Idea, out of everything else you could’ve taken?”

That’s right.

“You’re crazy.” There was no sting in his words, just an uncomfortable surprise. “So, now what?”

Well, that’s up to you, isn’t it? I can’t make this easier. That’s not part of your Idea. But getting through tough times — that is. It’s what makes you so strong.

“Heh. So just — pick up and move on, and play it by ear, huh?”

Yep, sounds like you. You’ll manage. Besides, you’ve got friends now, who care about you. And you know that includes me. Between you and me, you’ve still got plenty more Stories left to tell.

“… Thanks. I think.”

You’re welcome. I love you. Now go get ‘em.

[dougielombax]

The sixth wall.

[golly-missmolly]

Powder Room Bathroom in Denver

Photo of a transitional powder room with a light wood floor, a brown floor, a wallpaper ceiling, blue cabinets, a white undermount sink, and marble countertops.

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Fifth Wall, focused on real estate tech and managing $3.2B, looks to eat up even more of its market

Brendan Wallace’s ambition is beginning to seem almost limitless. The venture firm that Wallace and cofounder Brad Greiwe launched less than seven years ago already has $3.2 billion in assets under management. But that firm, Fifth Wall, which argues there are massive financial returns at the intersection of real estate and tech, isn’t worried about digesting that capital. It’s heavy-hitting…

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