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tik tok wake up
ready or not here we come
Saturday, 31 December 2011
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
A conversation with Tiktok
Apologies for the lack of a Kitten Monday (AGAIN!) this week. Tiktok and I engaged in the quintessential teenage-girl activity during the holidays- a sleepover and a movie marathon.
I don't really feel comfortable calling her Tiktok. She may only be, in her own words "a shadow of what she used to be", but to me she is still Penny. She likes the same movies, the same music, still laughs at our injokes. She's still my best friend. She's Penny. the part of her she calls Penny, (or She, or Her) belongs to It. She's nothing more than a marionette now.
Speaking of Her, to Tiktok's puzzlement she has not taken the reins, as it were, for quite some time. Since she started reuploading the old posts to Time Waits, in fact. Although it's tempting to assume the best, my life hasn't really worked that way for a very long time.
I transcribed a particular conversations you lot might find interesting. It is as follows:
A: So why do you call yourself Tiktok?
T: She called me that, really. Because in the beginning all I was was the ticking. I couldn't do much else, just tick and tock and tick-tock some more. Back when she was Penny and I was nothing more than self-preservation, urging her to keep away, wake up, see Him for what he was, I was just the ticking. When she lost her identity, I gained mine. And for lack of anything else to call myself, I called myself Tiktok.
A: You've said you are to Penny what Waking!Ary is to m-
T: We're the only cases of Dreaming and Waking I know of, but I hope sincerely that-
A: You sound really weird using formal language.
T: I love you too, you're a great friend- I hope sincerely that splitting the Waking self from the Dreaming self completely to hinder Him from using you for his purposes is the worst case scenario.
A: Uh...what?
T: Okay, to put it shortly, stop referring to your Waking self as separate from yourself. She's still you. You can wake up and see things for what they really are, see things for what they really are. That's probably why the letters in your name are red when you are Awake. You're asserting, to yourself, that you are still you.
A: So Waking is basically some kind of freaky superpower?
T: Not really. From what I can see, most people who are involved Him Wake sooner or later. You're unusual in that even after Waking you still can still go back to Dreaming. That worries me.
A: So what the fuck is Waking actually?
T: It's being able to see Him. That's all. Any other differences are, well- I have this idea that it's because he doesn't belong in our reality so he fucks shit up.
A: Fair. C'mon, we prolly have time to watch another terrible musical before Mum makes us go to sleep.
Personally, I find that highly informative. Anyone have any thoughts? Other than "DONT TRUST TIKTOK". (I heard you the first time, JediZero.)
Ciao for now,
Ariadne
I don't really feel comfortable calling her Tiktok. She may only be, in her own words "a shadow of what she used to be", but to me she is still Penny. She likes the same movies, the same music, still laughs at our injokes. She's still my best friend. She's Penny. the part of her she calls Penny, (or She, or Her) belongs to It. She's nothing more than a marionette now.
Speaking of Her, to Tiktok's puzzlement she has not taken the reins, as it were, for quite some time. Since she started reuploading the old posts to Time Waits, in fact. Although it's tempting to assume the best, my life hasn't really worked that way for a very long time.
I transcribed a particular conversations you lot might find interesting. It is as follows:
A: So why do you call yourself Tiktok?
T: She called me that, really. Because in the beginning all I was was the ticking. I couldn't do much else, just tick and tock and tick-tock some more. Back when she was Penny and I was nothing more than self-preservation, urging her to keep away, wake up, see Him for what he was, I was just the ticking. When she lost her identity, I gained mine. And for lack of anything else to call myself, I called myself Tiktok.
A: You've said you are to Penny what Waking!Ary is to m-
T: We're the only cases of Dreaming and Waking I know of, but I hope sincerely that-
A: You sound really weird using formal language.
T: I love you too, you're a great friend- I hope sincerely that splitting the Waking self from the Dreaming self completely to hinder Him from using you for his purposes is the worst case scenario.
A: Uh...what?
T: Okay, to put it shortly, stop referring to your Waking self as separate from yourself. She's still you. You can wake up and see things for what they really are, see things for what they really are. That's probably why the letters in your name are red when you are Awake. You're asserting, to yourself, that you are still you.
A: So Waking is basically some kind of freaky superpower?
T: Not really. From what I can see, most people who are involved Him Wake sooner or later. You're unusual in that even after Waking you still can still go back to Dreaming. That worries me.
A: So what the fuck is Waking actually?
T: It's being able to see Him. That's all. Any other differences are, well- I have this idea that it's because he doesn't belong in our reality so he fucks shit up.
A: Fair. C'mon, we prolly have time to watch another terrible musical before Mum makes us go to sleep.
Personally, I find that highly informative. Anyone have any thoughts? Other than "DONT TRUST TIKTOK". (I heard you the first time, JediZero.)
Ciao for now,
Ariadne
Monday, 5 December 2011
Kitten Monday #19
before I get to the good part: Tik says most (if not all) of the remaining posts on Time Waits will go up this week. okay, now that PSA is over:
KITTENS!
(the last image is my favourite ever)
Now, if my dear followers will excuse me, I'm going to go sleep for a week.
KITTENS!
(the last image is my favourite ever)
Now, if my dear followers will excuse me, I'm going to go sleep for a week.
Friday, 2 December 2011
Kitten Monday #18
fuck I am so tired
unfortunately I am too tired to do a proper kitten monday so here is a tumblr full of cats:
that should fufill your kitten needs. should make up for EVERY kitten monday I have ever missed ever.
two things before I go and flop on the couch and watch community
1) i have seen all the the posts that used to be on penny's blog (i asked tik to show them to me) and all i can say on the matter is that i trust that tik is telling the truth although she's not quite in the clear yet
2) having a chat with her tomorrow, will transcribe it and post it asap
ciao for nwo,
ary
Monday, 21 November 2011
the party don't start till I walk in
Um, okay, so over the weekend and today some of the old posts went up on TWFNO/Time Waits and I checked this blog and everything went absolutely nuts.
Over the past couple of days, Tiktok (yes, I did name this post that to make you mad), uploaded 10 posts, one explaining how she was going to upload the posts that used to be on Time Waits and then the first 9 chronological posts of the blog, spanning a period of time from March to April.
I admit, they were hard for me to read. Penny is -- was, perhaps -- a sister to me. if any of you out there have a friend you would honestly throw yourself in front of a bullet for, Penny is that friend to me. The thought that she is now nothing more than a marionette, manipulated to further that thing's cause...that hurts.
I feel like a bad friend, that I didn't notice this happening. I was too wrapped up in my own fucking problems to notice what was happening to her. If Tiktok is telling the truth, there's very little left of her now.
Sometimes I wonder why it even needs proxies. Certainly he's powerful enough to do whatever it is he gets his kicks from without enlisting some feeble human meat puppets.
I have a theory about that. I think It feeds on negative emotion, somehow. The purpose of proxies, of targeting people's friends and family, is to weaken people's resolve and make it easier to get into their head and kill them or proxify them as well and use them on the next victim. I don't know, it's a stupid theory and I'm probably wrong but there seems to be no other reason to act through proxies. Find a victim, get into their head, make them a proxy, use them to get to his next victim, blah blah blah.
It's a stupid idea. Maybe this is just a game to It. Just for shits and giggles. Just fucking around with peoples lives because it feels like it. Just turning people's best friends into a shell, a shadow of who they once were, for no reason. Hurting and killing and screwing peoples lives up like they don't matter.
i'm tired and sad and angry and confused and my chest hurts i've got no one to turn to, not now.
i want to cry.
Over the past couple of days, Tiktok (yes, I did name this post that to make you mad), uploaded 10 posts, one explaining how she was going to upload the posts that used to be on Time Waits and then the first 9 chronological posts of the blog, spanning a period of time from March to April.
I admit, they were hard for me to read. Penny is -- was, perhaps -- a sister to me. if any of you out there have a friend you would honestly throw yourself in front of a bullet for, Penny is that friend to me. The thought that she is now nothing more than a marionette, manipulated to further that thing's cause...that hurts.
I feel like a bad friend, that I didn't notice this happening. I was too wrapped up in my own fucking problems to notice what was happening to her. If Tiktok is telling the truth, there's very little left of her now.
Sometimes I wonder why it even needs proxies. Certainly he's powerful enough to do whatever it is he gets his kicks from without enlisting some feeble human meat puppets.
I have a theory about that. I think It feeds on negative emotion, somehow. The purpose of proxies, of targeting people's friends and family, is to weaken people's resolve and make it easier to get into their head and kill them or proxify them as well and use them on the next victim. I don't know, it's a stupid theory and I'm probably wrong but there seems to be no other reason to act through proxies. Find a victim, get into their head, make them a proxy, use them to get to his next victim, blah blah blah.
It's a stupid idea. Maybe this is just a game to It. Just for shits and giggles. Just fucking around with peoples lives because it feels like it. Just turning people's best friends into a shell, a shadow of who they once were, for no reason. Hurting and killing and screwing peoples lives up like they don't matter.
i'm tired and sad and angry and confused and my chest hurts i've got no one to turn to, not now.
i want to cry.
Saturday, 12 November 2011
Hiatus
Hi guys, Ary here. I'm in the midst of my year 12 exams at the moment, and they're gonna be eating my time until the 30th, so regrettably I'm gonna have to abandon this blog for the next two weeks. I promise I'll come back with a super-mega-bumper Kitten Monday and if anything untoward happens I will inform you all.
Ciao for now and much love,
Ariadne
Ciao for now and much love,
Ariadne
Saturday, 5 November 2011
Further attempts at catching Waking!Ary on camera.
Okay, so funny story guys.
I left my webcam running from when I got up this morning to catch Waking!Ary (hopefully) on film. I woke up a little while ago. I remember going into my room, realising that the camera was on, and being...exasperated, really. Almost amused. Then I sat on the floor for a bit and then I woke up and went to check my webcam.
I found this:
I left my webcam running from when I got up this morning to catch Waking!Ary (hopefully) on film. I woke up a little while ago. I remember going into my room, realising that the camera was on, and being...exasperated, really. Almost amused. Then I sat on the floor for a bit and then I woke up and went to check my webcam.
I found this:
I can't get it to rotate the right way up, but she left a POST-IT note tacked over my webcam saying "Nice try, Better luck next time?"
My webcam was still running. No footage of Waking!Ary, just my room then post-it note.
Well. Are you willing to co-operate or not? You can see It and I can't. I know you know something. Something about the maze of leaves, the labyrinth. the red text, the white words- hell, even Tik Tok. I want answers.
Speaking of Tik Tok, we're working on getting some posts up on Time Waits For No One. We looked at the queue and there are about twenty queued from next friday onwards. Hopefully we can get some answers.
--Ary
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