#glendale archives

[girlwithbraidsinherhair]

Glendale archives is so funny cuz the guys just looking at the cam era lik e yaeh the horrors are after me but lowk im makign coconut soup rn so i canr be bothered

[virtualsorrowhellscape]

Silco: "You should focus on your gadgetry. Take some time."

Jinx:

[unhinged-roblox-arg-confessions]

i just started watching the glendale archives and when the mc said something about tripwires it instantly gave me flashbacks to this one time where I drew a dragon skin concept for pwned for fun and I was literally genuinely convinced that he had a tripwire ability for some reason until oomf pointed it out and I was like "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE DOESNT HAVE A TRIPWIRE ABILITY" (this was me, at like 11 pm, half asleep and I couldn't play pwned I had no clue what his moveset really was idk why I didn't search it up) and this was so funny to my friend that they changed their roblox display name to somethjng like "DragondudesTripwire" and tormented me for a week straight

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Every time I make a post and it exceeds two paragraphs I start to feel like I'm spiraling and just saying shit that makes little sense

So, know there was a different, longer version of this post

So, Glendale Archives huh? Overall, I say its pretty good. Dare I say, great? Dare I say, on the same level as Dr. Nowhere, Vita Carnis, and Obelisk?

I just wanted to talk about the Nesters, the main 'antagonist' of the series, kinda being like normal humans but if they've been on fent since conception

Firstly, while I do see AND AGREE with the obvious metaphor of them being how antisocial people can view interactions with people, I reject the idea that they ARE people. Not only do they look and act like your average Chicago resident, but they're also weirdly hostile, and unless when you lose your mind your body and mind warp, they just don't really act like how you'd expect a normal human to act regardless of scenario.

Taking an idea I saw from the comments;

If the Nesters aren't actually creatures and they're a product of some phenomena that makes everyone see each other as these horrible creatures, then how do you explain *every single one of them* being hostile and ready to pounce on Garret (I'm calling the Subject Garret btw, he just looks like a Garret), if I believed these creatures were malicous, and I saw one just walking around enjoying the sights, and actively avoiding me when it sees me, why would I persist after it and try to maul it?

Honestly this kinda persists to any theory that has the Nesters as more normal human beings that appear heart-sinkingly horrifying under conditions outside of their control, as their behavior reads too much as animalistic and efficiently predatory to be like a normal huamn

Keeping the typo because I think its funny, the Nesters definitely aren't human, but definitely aren't human-adjacent also, they can 'talk' and understand things beyond animalstic learning, I mean, they can comprehend traps, and even USE THEM AGAINST THE TRAPPER

THEY LEARN THAT THE OBJECT CONNECTED TO THE CORD IS WHAT LEADS TO THE CONTROLLER, NOT ONLY DO THEY USE THIS, THEY EVEN TURN IT AGAINST GARRET AND NEARLY AMBUSH HIM

The one Garret kills even lures him in with the things he loves (the Nintendo 64 stuff), and it let's him sweep the room, and conclude that the room is safe, before CLOSING THE DOOR, WHICH PLUNGES THE ROOM INTO DARKNESS, AND *THEN* TRYING TO KILL HIM

Obviously, it didn't work considering it's head is plastered all over the floor, but A SIGNIFICANT EFFORT WAS MADE, JUST JUMPING HIM COULD WORK, BUT THE PLANS ARE SO ELABORATE (for basically zombies) THAT YOU HAVE TO ASK, WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE THINGS??

I think trying to assign them as humans under horrific circumstances kinda contracts from them, as not only are they significantly crueler than I imagine most would be, but just because its a metaphor, it doesn't mean its literal too

This is obviously opinionated and the series could change things up and reveal things, but, as of now, the nesters are human in metaphor and nothing else.

I don't really have an idea of my own for them though so.. sorry

[punk-lunch]

[virtualsorrowhellscape]

Man, I'm lonely tonight. Particularly lonely. It's sort of missing some camaraderie. I think I tell you what I don't miss about people right now. Uh, it's feeling in debt to people, you know, emotionally more than anything, you know, being predator to other people's unresolved issues, feeling obligated to give my time.

I always would put boundaries around my time and sometimes I felt like I had to lie to people because people can be really selfish with your time. If they thought that they could get more from you, they take it. You know, that's what I always hated about having a job. There was always this sense that when you work for someone, they expect to squeeze every bit of time they can out of you because they're paying you and they're not going to pay you for nothing.

You know, there are people who believe that because they're giving you money, the money that they know you need to live, they can take advantage of you. They assume that if you need the job, you'll do whatever they ask, no matter how stupid or pointless it is, because after all, they're paying you. You know, I don't miss that. Money created this like really sick relationship with other people. Once someone gives you money, it becomes a trap and it's really hard to escape. You know, I used to hate having a boss breathe down my neck.

I'd work an eight-hour shift and honestly I'd only probably only worked two of those hours. The rest of the time I'd just walk around with my clipboard pretending to be busy. I'd move quickly, you know, like I had somewhere important to be just to look productive. That's what a boss likes to see. Motion. They want to see you doing something even when the real work only took like two hours, you know. You know, if they catch you sitting, they get pissed. Even if there's nothing left to do, you know? So, I'd fake it. I'd walk around, look busy, you know, make them feel like they're getting their money's worth, but they weren't.

It's like they'd rather see you miserable and in motion than calm and at ease. Makes no sense. It's like they need to see struggle to feel justified in paying you. So, I pretended because if I didn't, I'd get screwed for it, you know, and life is already hard enough, you know. You don't need someone coming down on you for being efficient, you know. Now, I know if I said that to an employer or a business owner, they probably think I'm the worst type of employee, but I mean, come on, man. Do you expect me to care about selling plastic products while I'm spending my finite time being here?

Now, I know it wasn't my boss, you know, personally, but it was what he represented. You know, it was the whole system built so like rich people could get richer and everybody else sort of wastes their time. And maybe if I wasn't forced to make money, I'd have time to foster the skills that truly make an impact. But that isn't realistic, though. So, as much as I miss my family, um, they kept asking me to get a cell phone. I remember thinking to myself like, "No, I'm not doing that." You know, because once they knew I had a phone, I'd be available to them all the time. And I don't want to be available to people all the time.

Sometimes I'd even lie. I'd say, you know, I'm going to be out when I was actually going to be home just so I had an excuse not to answer. And you know, maybe that's selfish. Maybe I just, you know, didn't want to talk. Maybe I just wanted to be left alone. Getting a cell phone felt like it was inviting people into my life on demand. And I didn't want that. Just like it's not natural for people to have that kind of access to another person. I don't know. That's at least what I think and I know it probably comes from an inability to disappoint people. Some would say why don't you just say no if they ask but I don't know sometimes no doesn't feel like a complete sentence.

If I said I wasn't available, they want a reason. And maybe the reason is I just like I don't want to talk right now, you know, or I was planning to watch a movie, you know? It sounds small, but it wasn't to me. It wasn't. Maybe that's what I needed, you know? Feels like modern day communication was the thief of life. Now, after a long day, sometimes all I wanted to do to unwind was just, you know, relax. Just relax. But saying I need to relax never felt like a good enough reason to fall short of somebody else's expectations, you know, even though it should have been. So, I didn't ask for it. I just took it.

And if I had to lie to protect that time, I did because I shouldn't have to justify wanting peace. And I know that's avoidant. Maybe that was life challenging me to grow, but sometimes I just don't want to grow. Sometimes I just want to rest. It defeats the purpose of relaxing if I have to grow while doing it. You know, sometimes I want to say no to the challenge, put a boundary around life itself, which sounds arrogant because it's impossible, you know, and maybe it's a mirror showing me something about myself that, you know, I don't want to see. My unhealthy desire to numb my avoidance. Maybe it's showing me something deeper. I don't know.

Maybe the truth is I I really was afraid. I was incapable of connecting with other people the way I wanted to, and that I would never feel close to my family and my friends, not the way I wanted to at least, you know, and maybe that's why I kept telling myself that people only want to use my time because it's easier to believe that than to imagine that they actually wanted to spend time with me, get to know me. You know, some days this self-hatred really runs so deep and I still can't picture people actually wanting to talk to me just to talk to me. Safer to believe that everybody is a time-sucking vampire than to actually risk rejection.

You know, I don't know when I became so guarded. I never really felt safe around other people. You know, something bad happened. I never felt safe enough to share that share the pain with someone else. So, I faced it alone with nowhere to let it out. It built up over years and years until it got so deep I couldn't tell you where it began or how to talk about it. You know, people would ask me what's wrong. I'd just say I don't know. And I used to tell myself that when the pain gets great, when it gets great enough, I'll share. I didn't want to bother anybody. Just felt like, you know, it's not bad enough yet to burden others yet.

And then one day, my brother died and I still couldn't share the pain. That excuse to keep putting it off. It's bottomless. It won't end until I make a beginning. And that loneliness, it just breeds anger, blame, bitterness. I'd have given anything to let that go. I just didn't know how. So when I'm alone, I don't have to face any of that. You know, I'm not disturbed. So anyway, I have my affirmation that I tell myself every day and preparing me for when I see other people again. And it goes like this. I am likable and I attract genuine connection. I say that to myself every day. Pretty good, right?

But when people enter the picture, everything surfaces. Resentment, worry, doubt, fear. Giving my time forced me to confront all of that. It pushes me to speak up when staying quiet would just feel so much more comfortable and safer. So yeah, I'm protective of my time. Lot of good that's doing me now. It's really because anything that wants to take it also stirs up everything that I'm still trying to keep buried. Anyway, that's it.

[nineteenyearoldmeblog]

Honestly what if he's dead and THAT is his personal hell.

[sh0rt-f1lmz]

throwback to the time I was watching emortalmarcus on my couch, zoned out, and when I snapped out of it he was telling me to get professional help