#important juni thoughts

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Epithet Erased Prison Of Plastic is such a great book. It hands you a teenage girl who is unrelentingly snarky and childish, who just wants to play pretend instead of doing her chores or being responsible. If you try to call her out on this, she’ll stomp her feet and roll her eyes, and completely ignore you. She’s the classic archetypal mean girl and you want her to implode for being catty and vindictive to a bunch of twelve year olds.

And then the book grips you by the collar of your shirt, stares you in the eye, and reveals that Lorelai is like this because she cannot face reality. Because if she tries to actually sit with her thoughts and the people in her life, she will be forced to confront the fact that the conduit for their current misery is in part, her. And even if she’s wrong, she still has to live in a house with an absentee father who wouldn’t care if she vanished and a little sister who she has pushed away chasing her own delusions. Lorelai’s maladaptive daydreaming is destroying her real life, until the fake life is all she has left. And then two paragraphs later a wizard and a gargoyle help explode a dragon made of s’mores.

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Game Vs Movie Appearances

wow the resemblance is uncanny

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Hrgggghhh Henry being the only canonical example of a person in the games ever recognizing the missing children as children and empathizing with their pain while recognizing that the cycle of violence they are trapped in is to their own detriment along with literally everyone else's. Him being the first person to call Elizabeth by her real name for the first time in decades, and apologizing for deceiving her. Him reaching out to his daughter, even though her spirit might not be able to hear him anymore, just to apologize and praise Charlotte for her determination and protective nature. Him being the only instructor to warn you of the risk of death, and then offer you the choice to avoid it, even when it could put the entire plan at jeopardy.

All of this effort and if you listen to his vent tapes he has you discredited as insane because he has trust issues. He's trying so hard to do the right thing and he's still able to fuck it up so easily. Henry Emily man that you are.

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FNaF 2 movie novel looks like ass but the author's barely concealed thirsting of Skeet Ulrich being projected onto Mike Schmidt is objectively hilarious.

Meeting up with a guy you've only called before and going "whoa he must've been even hotter when he was younger" upon first seeing him. You know. How straight men think.

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HOW WE FEELING TONIGHT HENRY EMILY NATION???? THEY'RE GONNA PUT HIM IN THE TORMENT NEXUS 🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Fun fact! Charlotte Emily's actress originally auditioned to play Young Vanessa and does share a couple traits with Elizabeth Lail. Most notably the piercing blue laser eyes.

This creates the trickle down effect of Charlotte kind of looking like a third Afton child. And also having traits resembling both William and Henry, which, as the internet has noted, Michael does do.

Hah. When you compare them side by side there's some little shared traits between them all.

Which could mean nothing.

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The FNaF 2 movie novel may be dubious canon and quality, but Charlotte's internal monologue saying she finds all animatronics STUPID and ANNOYING except for the Marionette is great.

Like, Henry is trying desperately to get his daughter to like him after The Divorce™, so he makes an animatronic specifically catered towards her. Giving it a less saturated design, softer materials, and a more quiet and coordinated show. He even puts in a boat ride themed after it and gives it a super special role in performance because she liked it so much.

And in the end Charlotte just thinks : "Wow this puppet animatronic is so cool! :] the other ones suck!!! "

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I think Henry wishes he hated William more sometimes.

If he did, it would be easier. There’s so much there, so many things left unsaid that can claw and writhe in his chest. It’s easier to distance himself from it by reciting truths like a mantra.

William was a monster. Henry helped enable him. William twisted what was a vessel for joy into something that kills and maims. Henry had made those vessels. William killed Charlotte. Charlotte died because Henry wasn’t there to save her. Henry and William used to be friends. They aren’t anymore.

These are facts. These are representative of the reality he’s living in. These things cannot be changed. It has already happened.

If he dwells on how these facts make him feel, he will break apart at the seams. So instead, he will acknowledge them, and walk forward. He cannot look back. He can only look forward. If he looks back, he will see what is lost. Not just Charlotte. Not just those suffering souls. Not just the decades of passion he put into his creations that will only ever be remembered for the tragedy they represent. He will have to accept that the person he loved is gone, and wonder if that person ever even really existed.

If he hated William more, maybe he could dismiss everything they’d ever done. Fully renounce him in every way. Wash his hands clean of it.

But he can’t.

They were too close. Too vulnerable. There are parts of William still etched into Henry, and vice versa. Echoes of this friendship that still ring out in little ways. Moments where Henry finds himself seeing something innocuous and passively wondering what William would’ve thought, only to force the idea out of his mind.

So many of the best moments of his life were with William. So much of the best parts of Henry are influenced by William. To cut out that man fully, would be like cleaving himself in two.