There’s been a lot of question as to whether or not Anti will be showing up in October this year. Now personally, I’d like to think he’s not going to show himself and here are the reasons why:
Firstly, Jack’s going to be going on tour, so I don’t see how he’d have the time to create any Anti stuff. Secondly, I recently saw him respond to a post about whether or not we’d see Anti in October and he seemed really unsure, plus it seemed to him that it’d still be a bit too early to bring Anti back (which I have to agree with him). Also, I know October’s the spooky month and all, but if we always expect Anti to show up on Halloween, where’s the surprise in that? Anti’s all about being unpredictable. He showed up at PAX, no one expected that. He showed up in the middle of SUMMER - such an odd time for him to show up!
Personally, I’d like to think he’ll show up either in November or December. Could you imagine? We’ll go through October, all on edge expecting him to show up, but not once does he make an appear. So we let our guard down by the end of October. And then come November, Anti hints start showing up and suddenly it’s part 2 of the Antipocalypse, and it leads up to December. But what would really mess us up is if come the week of Christmas, suddenly everything stopped. No hints, no zalgo text, no images, no suspicious videos titles. It all just stops and goes quiet for DAYS.
Now I got a REALLY twisted idea the other morning. Bear with me here and just imagine this:
If Anti is going to go after Chase (which I honestly think he is), and if he did show up around Christmas, imagine this:
You get up Christmas morning and have a great lovely morning with the family, opening gifts and what have you. You know, having a happy fun-filled Christmas morning :) And after everything’s calmed down, you go online and find out Jack’s posted some sort of Christmas video.
It’s a video of Chase and he’s going to FINALLY get to see his kids (because it’s Christmas! Why the hell not?!) It’s all happy fun times….until things begin to go awry and Anti comes in to fuck things up. What would happen, I don’t know. I don’t know if he’d corrupt Chase, torture him, kill him. Either way, I got this sick idea that he’d kill our “favorite boy” and that would be like his Christmas present to us all. Could you fucking imagine?! Do you know how fucking twisted and sadistic that’d be - for him to kill our precious cinnamon roll (ON CHRISTMAS DAY, WHEN HE WAS GOING TO SEE HIS KIDS!!!) - and we can’t do fuck all, and he does it as some twisted gift idea for us all?! It’d be worse if Anti made Chase’s kids watch too! It’d be so messed up!
We would be scarred for days, weeks, MONTHS! We would NEVER forgive Jack for doing something like that - we’d probably temporarily hate him for a day or two. But the scary thing is just how easily I could imagine something like this happening. For crying out loud, Jack loves horror and he knows how much we love Chase, plus Anti’s know for being unpredictable. You put all of that together and the possibilities are endless (and frightening).
Lmfao after how you so coldly and rudely answered the anon you "can't relate to", I'd never buy you a coffee...
“coldly and rudely”……. i’m sorry if i came off like that but uh well that’s what i meant. i just hope that the anon actually read my answer and understood what i meant and i meant this: i don’t know what to say since i can’t relate to their story because i never share my interests with my family and friends
Ophelia is all about being the dutiful daughter. She cuts off contact with her boyfriend, gives back his gifts, surrenders his letters to her father for scrutiny, keeps her mouth shut while others plan for her, and submits to being the bait so her father and the king can spy on Hamlet–all while going through tremendous emotional strain at losing the man she loves, all because it’s what her father wants. She’s not acquiescent because she’s blindly devoted or unintelligent, though–it’s pretty clear from the beginning that she’s observant and perceptive of people in general and hypocrisy in her own family. No, this is a self-defense mechanism. You try being defiant and independent with control-freak Polonius for a father.
For him, she only exists to make him look good, and his warnings to her are to prevent her from ruining his reputation. She runs to him in distress after Hamlet invades her closet and freaks her out–all her father can think about is that his suspicions have been confirmed. She evidently tries to tell him what she went through during the “Get thee to a nunnery” conversation, but her father cuts her off with “you don’t have to tell us, we heard.” If that’s anything like what her entire upbringing has been, Ophelia’s been told her entire life, directly or indirectly, that her feelings don’t matter. She has one job, and that’s Not Slipping Up. Ophelia’s a good girl and she loves her family and if this is what it takes to keep everyone happy, so be it.
And that’s why her father’s death is such a turning point for her. Yes, she’s lost her father, but she’s also lost her identity. She’s given up everything she wanted to please her father, her entire life has revolved around being the dutiful daughter, but now that that role has been taken from her and she doesn’t even have a chance with Hamlet anymore to fall back on–who is she? She’s never been allowed a chance to have an individual identity. All the violets withered when her father died, she claims in her ramblings. Violets represent faithfulness, and she, like those violets, shrivels up with no one left to be faithful to. “Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be,” she declares, and Claudius thinks this is about her father. It is. Once more, the lost identity.
So she resorts to one last self-defense mechanism. Her drowning is–perhaps–the first action she undertakes on her own behalf. The first gravedigger derisively asks if “she drowned herself in her own defense,” but there might be more in that possibility than he thinks. Ophelia has always dutifully followed orders to avoid conflict; why
should she not seek to avoid her new life of confusion and sorrow by following
her father in death?
I don’t like this ‘you can’t love someone else if you don’t love yourself first’ narrative obviously everyone is different but I can give people plenty of love. I love people a lot. It’s like I have this quota of love in my heart and because I don’t take any for myself I can give it all. I just don’t receive love easily, especially mine