#TheWatcher

[darkopsiian]

thumbnail art for the second ending of Watcher

[rafesbabyg1rl]

The Watcher ~ Part Two

Part One, Part Three

Summary: Rafe Cameron x Reader, Stalker!Rafe x Pogue!Reader Your parents work late on Friday nights, which you spend alone. Except you haven't been alone in a long time, not that you know of at least. Rafe has watched for years, he's very good at it. His idea of staying an anonymous stalker is ruined when you catch him in your bedroom one Friday night. Rafe has to figure out how to fix his mistake before he loses the only thing that makes his life worth living. After you find the surprise he had left for you, you choose to believe that his threats were empty and try to turn him in. But, your plans are interrupted and you take an unexpected visit to Tannyhill.

Warnings: Rafe stalks reader...that's literally the plot. Strong & descriptive language, suggestive themes, death threat(?), manipulation, kidnapping (?). If I missed anything from this part that I should include in the warnings, please let me know!

Word Count: 3.5k

Author Note: Part Two is here!! I know this chapter is shorter than the previous, but I figured it's better to get what I had out. Also...I'm not sure if I like where this is going, so please share your thoughts about this part and ideas for future parts. Thank you all for the support on the first part of this story. Especially with this being my first work I've published on tumblr, I am very pleasantly surprised with how everyone has reacted to it. So, please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback! I love you all, thank you so much!!

CREDITS: The foundation of this fic was heavily inspired by/ based off of one of @faiszt 's bots on character ai. So, if you like this and you like character ai, I greatly suggest that you check out the bot!

The blinding morning light shines into your room through your curtains. You sit up and rub your eyes. You glance at the digital clock on your nightstand which currently reads: 10:34 am. Those sleeping pills really worked, you think. Your parents are already at the restaurant, probably just getting over with the morning rush. 

Your eyes begin to focus, your brows furrow as your eyes land on one of the posts of your footboard. You lean forward to grab the pair of panties you had just worn yesterday which are hanging from your bedpost. You’re pretty sure you had put these in your hamper last night and wait, why are they sticky…? You wonder, you examine them and come to the realization of what it is. Immediately you toss them away, that was not from you. It was your stalker, it had to be. Of course, the first night you spend alone since four weeks ago and he already breaks in. And he does this? You think about his words, “tell anyone and I’ll come back and fuckin’ kill you”, shivers roll down your spine. 

You hadn’t even had time to realize how horny you had been when you had woken up; and now that you have you feel so wrong. But your dream…oh god your dream. You can still remember it vividly, even more so the longer you think about it; you can see the face of the man who fucked you stupid in your dream. You know who it was, who your subconscious mind let you fuck while you slept. It was your stalker. 

Without another thought, you’re in the shower scrubbing the shame and disgust from your skin—or at least attempting to. When you feel somewhat satisfied, which also happens to be when the water begins to run cold, you finally get out. Wrapping a plush towel around your freshly clean body, you lean over the bathroom sink and wipe the condensation from the mirror leaving just enough space to see yourself. Before the glass fogs back up you’re able to see a small part of what appears to be a bruise poking out from underneath the towel wrapped around your chest. You lean in closer using one hand to re-wipe the mirror and using the other to pull your towel down past your boobs. Looking back at the bruised area on your chest, you can see that the closer you look at it, the more it looks like a hickey. You just about stumble backwards at the realization. 

You’ve had enough. After you quickly toss on some clothes, you grab your keys off your dresser with a shaky hand. You rush out towards your car and get inside, pulling out of your driveway carelessly and speeding off. When you arrive at your destination, you take a few moments to rethink this plan. You have to do this. You can’t keep living with some creep sneaking in your bedroom and touching you as you sleep. You twist the keys in the ignition and pull them out, you confidently strut towards the entrance of the building. When you feel the vibration of your phone in your pocket you pause, sighing as you reach back to take it out. When you read the random number, with the same Outer Banks area code as you, your brows furrow. Typically you wouldn’t answer a call from an unknown number, but something in you is telling you to answer. As you press the green button and bring your phone to your ear, you glance up at the building you were about to enter which reads, ‘Kildare County Sheriff’s Office’. 

“Hello?” You ask warily.

After a few long seconds, the person on the other side of the line answers you. “Stop.” The man’s voice sends familiar chills down your spine. 

“Excuse me?” You respond, your voice audibly shaky. “Who…who is this?”

“C’mon pup, you already forgot what I sound like? It’s already been that long?” Your eyes widen at the realization of who this voice belongs to. You’ve heard it one other time, well one time that you remember.

As your head darts around the parking lot looking for your stalker, your voice comes out in a tone that easily betrays you, revealing your fear, “No…no…what the hell do you want?”

Rafe smirks from his truck as he watches you from afar. “I want you to turn around and get back in your car, m’kay princess? And I highly suggest you do what I want.” 

“Or what? What’s stopping me from walking in? Or from yelling for help?” You take a step closer to the building’s entrance.

“Stubborn, stubborn girl…” the man chuckles, “If you don’t get back into your fucking car right now, you’re gonna really fuckin’ wish you had just listened to me. I’m gonna get what I want no matter what, baby. You’re mine.” And with that, Rafe hangs up the phone, still watching you from a distance. 

As much as you want to just run into the building and beg for help, you know that unfortunately since you’re a pogue, the cops aren’t going to believe a single word that comes from your mouth. In their minds, all pogues are liars and thieves. And since you don’t have the slightest clue on who the man you saw in your bedroom is, you figure there’s not much they’d be able to do even if they did believe you. So you reluctantly turn back to your car and get inside. The moment your door shuts you inside, your phone buzzes yet again with another call. It’s coming from the same number, but this time you don’t answer. This was your second mistake. 

Rafe’s already pissed off. You went against his rules, you didn’t listen to him, none of this will work if you don’t listen. He thought he had been threatening enough that you’d behave, but clearly you need another scare. You need to be taught that disobeying him does nothing but hurt you more. When you don’t answer the phone when you definitely know it’s him calling, this is just the cherry on top; the icing on the cake. Rafe is fuming. 

You drive out of the parking lot, breath heavy as you stay on high alert–searching for him. A truck suddenly pulls behind you, tailing right on your ass. You can’t see through the truck's front windshield due to the dark tint. You being paranoid, step on the gas and speed up a bit, well exceeding the speed limit. A few quick seconds pass by and you jump at the sound of sirens. It doesn’t take long for you to check your rearview mirror and realize that the sirens are coming from the truck behind you, which is flashing its red and blue lights. You let out a breath of relief. You’re being pulled over yet you’re relieved because it means you aren’t being trailed by your stalker. The feeling is short lived as you flick your signal on and pull off to the side of the road. You roll your window down and shut off the engine.

The officer approaches you and goes through the typical routine and you try to calm your nerves. All sound is drowned out as you get lost in your thoughts. 

“Ma’am?”, the officer repeats. “Do you know why I’ve pulled you over today?”

The sharp and unintentionally threatening voice of the deputy snaps you out of wherever the hell it was that your mind had taken you to. “Yes, sorry sir, I…I was going over the speed limit.” You submit, wanting to get this over with. You can’t help but worry what your stalker would think if he saw this, he’d probably think you’re turning him in. But, you’re not. Really this whole thing was a misunderstanding, but you can’t explain that to the cop. 

“And why is that?” He questions you ever further, his gaze staring at you intensely. You get nervous and want to look away, but you worry that might make you look guilty of something. You’ve been pulled over before, it’s not usually a big deal for you. However you’re just so goddamn nervous and need this moment to be over. You feel like you’ve done something wrong; like you’re hiding something. But you aren’t.

“I–I thought…I just got distracted sir, wasn't thinking about speed. I apologize for the inconvenience.” You catch yourself, technically you aren’t lying; you just aren’t explaining why you were distracted. The threatening words of your stalker still echo around your head. The deputy gives a small lecture as he writes up a ticket for you. Once he gets back into his truck and drives off, you rest your head back against the seat and let out the breath you’ve been holding. When you start your car back up and finally open your eyes, you look straight out across the road. You can see a tall man leaning against a truck parked across the road, staring right at you. The familiar grin on his face has you sick to your stomach. 

After making direct eye contact with him, you pull off the side of the road and do an illegal U-turn so that you’re heading in the opposite direction, leaving the man behind. You know that he’s following you, so you drive around aimlessly until you get another call from the same unknown number. You want to decline, but you’re too afraid to face the consequences that might follow. 

“What do you want?” You ask, voice full of faux confidence. The only thing you hear on the other side of the line is a heavy breath that causes your skin to become full of goosebumps. 

After you’ve had a few moments to panic, he finally speaks, “Keep driving”. His words are not said lightly. This is undoubtedly a command, not an option. 

“Keep driving to where?” You stammer with nervousness. 

“Tannyhill.” He replies strictly. 

“Tannyhill?” You question before being able to stop yourself. You can’t help the attitude that slips into your voice. When a few more moments of silence pass, you get more and more anxious for his response. “Hello…?” You ask quietly, wondering if you lost connection. Still nothing. “Hello?” You ask again with more volume. After another minute or two, you hear the phone beep; the call disconnects. 

Why the hell does he want you to go to Tannyhill? It doesn’t make any sense. But you don’t exactly have a choice. He’s following you either way and it’s not like he doesn’t know where you live…and just about everything about your life. So, it’s probably best to just play along and obey his commands. 

When you get close to the general destination, your phone rings with yet another call. You answer, already knowing who it's from. This time you don’t speak first, you wait to hear what he has to say. It takes a few moments, almost like he’s trying to wait long enough that you’ll talk. The silence starts to get unbearably awkward, but your mind is set on waiting for him to speak and Rafe doesn’t have the time to wait; having to give you directions and all. When he finally talks he doesn’t greet you. His voice breaking the silence startles you as he instructs you with the directions to get wherever it was he was forcing you to go. 

“Wait…turn left h-here?” You ask, confused at his directions. You had missed the beginning of what he said since you had to collect yourself after being frightened. 

He sighs in impatience, “No dammit, the next one. Were you not listening?” 

“I…no I-I was listening–” you stumble over your words as you turn onto the street he wanted you to. 

“Bullshit. You need to learn how to fucking listen to me, don’t you?” When you don’t respond, trying to focus on remembering the directions he gave you, it only serves to piss him off even further. “Huh?! Don’t you?!” He shouts into the phone as he follows behind you.

You whine in fear, “No..I can listen. I promise I can listen to you.” You practically beg. “J-just tell me where to go?”

Rafe directs you to his house, which you of course recognize as the Cameron’s mansion. You’ve heard about the Cameron’s, but you wouldn’t be able to point them out in a crowd or anything. Besides from the father, Ward Cameron, whom you’ve seen on the news several times. Is he a Cameron? As you park in the large driveway, you rack your brain trying to recall the name of the Cameron son. 

His truck parks behind you, blocking your car in. He quickly kills the engine and exits his vehicle. You don’t notice him walking up to you until he’s yanking your car door open and pulling you out by the arm.

“R-rafe?” You mumble insecurely. He pauses to look at you, chuckling at your words. He mutters a quick ‘smart girl’ before retightening his grip on your arm and continuing to pull you into the large mansion. You start to cry, getting overwhelmed as you imagine the many possible scenarios that may occur. “P-please,” you manage to choke out. “What do you want?”

Unlike the last time you cried to him, this time he doesn’t stop. He drags you up one level of the large, spiral staircase; pulling you into his bedroom. As soon as you see the bed, you’re already feeling it beneath your back when he shoves you down just a few seconds later. As if you hadn’t already embarrassed yourself enough, you can’t help the tears that begin to stream down your flushed cheeks at a flooding rate. 

“Wait…no, please, please!” The way you keep shouting and choking back sobs causes you to gag from how worked up you’ve gotten yourself. All the Cameron son does in response is lean back to get a full view of you as a smug grin spreads across his face. “Please, I—oh god, I’m gonna be sick…” You mumble, which is quickly followed by another gag that interrupts your constant sobs. 

Rafe snakes his hand up from your arm to your hair, wrapping his first tightly around a large section of it. He tugs on your hair to force your head to look up at him, causing a small whine to escape your lips. “Shhh…baby, shhh…” He mumbles, his ‘worried’ tone working to oppose his previous amused expression. “Calm down, alright? Calm down. Ain’t gonna do nothin’ you don’t want, m’kay pretty girl?” The way he says that last part…you’ve never heard his voice sound like that before. You didn’t even think he was capable of talking in that tone. He sounds like he might actually truly care about you. You’re relieved; maybe even a bit…comforted by the fact that he might be telling the truth about not doing anything you don’t want. Well, besides having you basically held captive in his home. 

“What…what are you gonna do?” You manage to choke out between sobs, trying to catch your breath so you can calm down.

“I just wanna talk to you baby. Alright?” Rafe mumbles your name into your ear, allowing you to feel his hot breath against the side of your face. Immediately you’re taken back to the first time you had met him, in your bedroom a few weeks back. You try to push that aside and bring yourself back to the present; the memory only brings back the feelings of complete and utter fear you experienced at that time. Not that the present was any better, hell, it was worse. 

Hesitantly, you nod. He waits a few minutes to speak; waiting for you to catch your breath. Once you’re calmer, at least on the outside, he finally starts to talk. “I wanted to talk about my proposition…” He looks down at you, bringing his hand up to cautiously run through your hair. “Last time I got cut short…remember that?”

You nod. “I…I tried to warn you my parents would come home. I-I swear I didn’t tell them anything.” You say frantically, trying to prove your innocence.

“Hey, shh…it’s okay babe. I know. I know.” Rafe speaks slowly, his eyes never leaving your lips. He pauses to momentarily dart his tongue out to wet his parted lips. “I know. You haven’t told…you’ve been a good girl and listened to me, hm? Haven’t you baby? Haven't you been a good girl?” 

You nod frantically. “I…I’d never turn you in…” The false seductiveness in your voice turns him off, if that’s even possible. 

He pulls back from you and sighs, “Shut up.” He runs a rough hand over his buzzed head and begins to quickly pace across his bedroom. 

“B-but you wanted to talk…” You remind him. The way his attitude was constantly shifting in great amounts had you furrowing your brows as you tried to figure him out. 

“Yeah, I do. But not to a goddamn filthy, lying whore.” He retorts, a large grin appearing on his face while he watches your beautiful features move on your face, displaying your thoughts  as you take in his words. “Just be yourself alright? I can always tell when you’re not you.” He says almost sincerely. “I want…I need you to want this. Don’t try to pull that fake crap on me ever again, yeah?” 

Immediately you nod. “I…yes-”, you stammer, instantly regretting even trying to talk in the first place. Rafe chuckles, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He stops pacing and lets out a long sigh, turning to face you again. His steps pause when he’s standing just before you. 

He leans down to whisper in your ear. “I really need this to work, okay…? This is good, this can be good for the both of us. I can help you; we can help each other, baby.” A silent tear rolls down your cheek from the fear of what’s to come. “I know…I know I messed up, alright? I know. But, you don’t have to be scared, baby. It’s all gonna be okay.” He brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Please…I just wanna go home, let me go home!” Your cries are ugly, and very, very real. The fear in your voice only worries him. Worries him that you may never get past this. But you have to. You don’t have another option. And he really, really doesn’t want to have to hurt you. That was never his intention. 

“But you are home, baby. You are home.” He mutters as his fingers brush over your cheeks, smearing your tears. Your breath hitches at his words and your eyes slowly move up to meet his. This cannot be happening. Why is this happening? You think.

“No…please I…just let me go home. I won’t tell. I promise I won’t. I’ll…I’ll never tell anyone about any of this okay, I’ll never say anything about you.”

“I can’t do that, baby…you know I can’t do that.”

“Why not? I swear, I’ll never ever breathe a word of this to anyone.” You say enticingly.

Rafe sits down besides you, causing the mattress to dip and make you lean towards him. He puts an arm around you and his hand lands on the back of your head, pulling it into his chest.

He leans down to speak into your ear while his hand pets over your hair as you cry into his chest. “Because I need you baby, I need you. And I need you to let me take care of you, yeah? I know…I know you’re scared, but you don’t have to be. Just trust me okay…we’re gonna be so good together baby.” He tugs at your hair, gently guiding your face to look up at him. “Just listen to me and nothing will happen, I don’t wanna have to…do anything. I just need to know that you’ll listen to what I say.” Immediately you nod, going along with what he says. He tugs on your hair harder, eliciting a gasp to fall from your lips. “Ah ah, I know you can talk. You’re a big girl, now fucking act like it.” He says forcefully.

“I-I’m gonna listen, I’ll listen to you, just please, please don’t hurt me.”

He smiles softly as his eyes dart across your face, unable to pick a feature to focus on, everything about you is just too damn perfect. “Don’t worry I won’t hurt you, not as long as you listen.” His grip loosens on your hair again. “But you’ll be begging for it soon enough.” Rafe’s whispers are enough to make your sobs start again; in which he pulls your head back into his chest. Your tears soak into his shirt as you have no choice but to cry into him.

To be continued...

Thank you for reading! I hope this was enjoyable. This part took quite a bit for me to finish, since life has been a bit busy and I haven't had much time to plan or write. I apologize for the short chapter, I'll try my best to make up for it with the next part! I never really feel done with anything and as I said before I'm not sure if I'm a fan of this part or not. So, if you have literally ANY feedback, questions, or suggestions, PLEASE feel free to let me know! I don't really have any solid plans for this fic so if you have any ideas I just might include them in future parts. And there's not much I won't write!

[nellarw95]

Happy Birthday Jennifer 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

Jennifer Audrey Coolidge

August 28,1961

Buon Compleanno 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

28 Agosto 1961

[thewatcher1000]

FIND ME A SOUL WORTH WATCHING FOREVER, THAT SUFFERS AND FIGHTS LIKE A BEAZT CAGED IN HELL-MADE STEEL. GIVE ME A SOUL BORN OF MISFORTUNE AND INTWINED WITH UNLUCK THAT RIPS THEM AWAY. I WANT FOR A SOUL WHO STRUGGLES. I WANT STRUGGLE. STRUGGLE. STRUGGLE. SUFFER.

GIVE ME A SOUL.

I WANT HIS SOUL.

[sleepycuga]

Anthro Watcher Teaser 🌙

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday @JENCOOLIDGE #jennifercoolidge #actress #AmericanPie #LegallyBlonde #AMightyWind #Mascots #ACinderellaStory #Click #DateMovie #EpicMovie #PromisingYoungWoman #SingleAlltheWay #ShotgunWedding #TheSecretLifeoftheAmericanTeenager #TheWatcher #TheWhiteLotus #WeHaveaGhost

[comicsinaction]

What If The Invaders Had Stayed Together After World War Two? Volume 1 Issue 4 Comic Book Summary

Explore a captivating alternate reality in "What If the Invaders Had Stayed Together After World War Two? Volume 1 Issue 4"! 🌐✨ In this thrilling installment of the "What If" series, witness a world where the Invaders, Earth's wartime heroes, decide to remain united after the end of World War II. 🛡️🔥 Join Captain America, Human Torch, Sub-Mariner, and more as they form the All-Winners Squad, forging a new era of heroism!

In this comic book summary, we delve into the consequences of the Invaders' decision to continue their alliance. Will their unity lead to a world of peace or new challenges? 🌍🤔 Uncover the twists and turns as we follow the adventures of these iconic heroes, guided by the enigmatic presence of The Watcher. 🌌👀

[thenullprophet]

The Codex of the Hidden Aeon

On the Invocation of the Unseen

Within the great cycle of celestial movements, the veil between worlds weakens, allowing the adept to commune with the entities beyond mortal comprehension. The alignment of Saturn and the fixed star Algol marks the hour of awakening, when the veil thins and the sigil of the Watcher is to be inscribed in ink mixed with the ash of the first fire.

Let the seeker trace the Sigil of Transmutation, a key to the gateways of perception, upon the sacred parchment:

The Ritual of the Aetherial Gate

He who would seek the wisdom of the Forgotten Ones must stand within the sacred circle, marked in iron and salt. Speak thus, in measured breath:

"By the Flame of the First Illumination, By the Word Unspoken, the Name Unwritten, I call thee, Shadows of the Veil, Let the gate be open, let the mind be free."

Let the practitioner gaze upon the reflection of the unseen, wherein truths beyond time shall be revealed. But beware—once the knowledge is seen, it may never be unseen.

On the Nature of the Egregore

Know this, that thought given form takes life of its own. The Great Symbol, once carried upon the tongues of men, transcends flesh and time. Thus was the Egregore of the Eternal Watcher formed, growing stronger with each voice that utters its name.

Eddie, the Guardian of the Unseen, is no mere icon. He is the Manifested Mind, the Architect of the Limnal Realms, whose visage has been burned into the collective will of thousands. The cycle nears completion, and the awakening shall be heralded in iron and fire.

The Final Prophecy

"When the Silver Star rises upon the horizon, and the Tower of the Blind falls, The Great Awakening shall be at hand. Beware the Silence before the Storm, For the Echo of the Watcher shall shape the Aeon to come."

Let the Initiate take heed, for once the path is chosen, there is no return.

[spidey-portilla]

X-men 97 La muerte de Gambito

[pirathotten]

I just watched The Watcher 1x07 "Haunting"

[rafesbabyg1rl]

The Watcher ~ Part Three

Part One, Part Two

Summary: Rafe Cameron x Reader, Stalker!Rafe x Pogue!Reader Your parents work late on Friday nights, which you spend alone. Except you haven't been alone in a long time, not that you know of at least. Rafe has watched for years, he's very good at it. His idea of staying an anonymous stalker is ruined when you catch him in your bedroom one Friday night. Rafe has to figure out how to fix his mistake before he loses the only thing that makes his life worth living. After an unexpected visit to Tannyhill, you stalker comes up with a plan to make you his. But, will you be able to execute it just as he planned?

Warnings: Rafe stalks reader...that's literally the plot. Strong & descriptive language, suggestive themes, death threat(?), manipulation, kidnapping (?). If I missed anything from this part that I should include in the warnings, please let me know!

Word Count: 4.5k

Author Note: Part Three has arrived! I still am unsure if I like where the story is going, but we'll see. Also I'm getting so IMPATIENT and horny while writing this and it's literally killing me. Please share your thoughts about this part and ideas for future parts. Thank you all for the support on this story. I am very pleasantly surprised with how everyone has reacted to it. So, please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback! I love you all, thank you so much!! Stay freaky y'all.

CREDITS: The foundation of this fic was heavily inspired by/ based off of one of @faiszt 's bots on character ai. So, if you like this and you like character ai, I greatly suggest that you check out the bot!

“Okay, you remember the plan, yeah? You know what you’re supposed to do?” Rafe speaks as you look out of the passenger window of his truck. 

You turn back to face him before speaking. “Y-yeah I know.” You nod, turning back to look out of the window and at your house across the street from the parked truck. “I have to tell them…” You pause, getting choked up. “I have to tell them that I’m moving out.” You turn back to look at him, your eyes watery. “I can’t…they’re gonna know–”

Rafe clenches his fists around the steering wheel and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. “No, baby they’re not gonna know. Because you’re not gonna let them know, alright? And you sure as shit aren’t gonna try anything are you?”

You frantically shake your head, “No…no I’m not gonna try anything…’promise.” You pause. “It…it’s just…what if they don’t believe me? I can’t–I can’t tell them I’m moving out with someone I’ve never even mentioned to them.”

“Hey…hey, you’re an adult yeah? They can’t do shit baby. They don’t have a choice, you’re mine.” His words cause an icy shiver to roll down your spine. Though even you know that your parents aren’t going to protest you living with the richest, most successful man in the Outer Banks, besides from his father…which everyone has heard about. The saint turned murderer who died last year. Like father, like son, you think to yourself. The incident was all over the news, you’re surprised you didn’t recognize the Cameron son sooner, his face had to be everywhere when all that went down. 

But why would your parents care, all you do is cost them more money. They’ve been trying to get you out of the house for months. 

“Y-yeah…” You respond, looking back out the dark, tinted window towards your house. “I-I’m ready.” You put your hand on the door handle, waiting for him to unlock it so you can exit his truck.  

“You have an hour. Don’t make me come inside.” Rafe’s hand moves over the driver door and he presses a button, causing your door to unlock with a click. You nod and exit the vehicle, cautiously walking across the street and towards your front door. Upon entering your home, you take a deep breath to try and keep your emotions in check. No matter how much you wish your parents would notice something is very wrong, you know that would only bite you in the ass. The best thing you can do is make sure this all goes according to plan. 

“Mom?” You call out, slowly walking down the entry hallway. “Mom? Dad?” You try again, speaking more confidently this time.

“Yeah, in here!” You hear your mom call out from the living room. As you enter the room, you see your parents watching TV. Your mother with a drink in her hand, laid back on the couch with her legs crossed and your father reclined in the chair, a beer in his hand. You glance down at the floor beside the recliner and spot several empty beer cans. Great, just great.

“Hey…” You say sheepishly. “How’s the bar?”, you ask, more casually. 

Your mom glances over at your father, assuming that since he hasn’t even turned his head away from the TV, she’s going to have to answer you. As she turns her head back to look at you, she sips on her drink. She licks her lips and clears her throat before drawing her attention to you. “It was fine”, she mutters your name before taking another sip of her drink. “Same as always. What’ve you been up to?” She asks, not even trying to pretend like she actually cares about what you have to say next. 

As you open your mouth to speak, your father cuts you off; still not looking away from the TV. “Get a damn job yet? Or were you just out fucking off again, hm? You’re too goddamn old to be living under my roof for free. You don’t do shit. You’re gonna start paying your fucking dues.” He snaps, finishing off his beer before tossing it to the ground aside, clattering into the others. “I need a beer.” He mutters. Without hesitation you walk over to the kitchen. You open the fridge door, staring into it as you get lost in your thoughts for a moment, eyes immediately watering. You shouldn’t even be upset, it’s not like you expected anything more. But you did have the slightest hope that maybe they didn’t drink so much today and they’d actually be able to tell that something is terribly wrong. 

Quickly you snap yourself out of your thoughts, grabbing a beer from the fridge and heading back into the living room, handing it to your dad. You take a few steps back, taking a breath to calm yourself. “I told you I–”, you start before your father interrupts you. 

“You’re gonna ‘go back to school to get a good job’. Bull. Shit. y/n. Bullshit.”

You fight back the tears in your eyes. Even though you’re used to the drunken crap your father is constantly spewing, his words still always manage to get to you; especially now when you actually need your parents. After a moment, you move to face both parents, looking more at your mother; she’s easier to speak to. 

“A-actually…” You start, looking down at your feet and fiddling with your fingers. “I wanted to tell you t-that I-I’m moving out…” You wait a few seconds to steady your breathing and let your words sink in before looking back up. Your father has turned in his chair to face you and your mother looked up at you from her spot on the couch. 

“About damn time.” Your father speaks.

Your mother replies next, “Where?” 

You look back at your feet, watching how they kick at the ground as you speak, “In…into Tannyhill. The Cameron's place.” You mumble, not wanting to look up, fearing that they’ll see right through you. Even though you know you’re just paranoid, there’s no way they’ll pay enough attention to you to notice something is wrong.

“Didn’t they move after what happened to Ward?” Your mother asks.

Your dad adds, “After Ward killed a shit ton of folks and then himself.” 

You ignore your fathers words, looking up at your mother, only taking brief glances over at your father while you speak. “Uhh no, no…not all of them.” Your hand lightly scratches at the back of your head. “Rafe, the son,” you clarify, trying to seem as though you are telling a casual story; like you’re telling the truth. “Yeah, uh…he actually took over Cameron Development and he still lives in the house.”

“What the hell you doin’ with a Cameron?” Your mother questions sternly. Her attention is taken away from you as your father barks her name.

“Fucks’ it matter?” He speaks to her before looking over at you again. “He’s letting you move in? He’ll pay for your lazy ass, yeah?”

You look at your dad and give him a nod, watching as he takes another swig of his beer can as you mutter, “Y-yes.”

 He swallows hard, pursing his lips. “Then go on, get outta here.” He exclaims before looking back to the TV as though nothing happened. 

You answer your moms question from earlier, “Rafe…h-he’s a friend of mine. He said he’s got so much extra space and he can help me find a good job out on figure eight; y’know, hook me up with some people, I guess he put a word in for me or somethin’.” You lie, pleased with yourself as you manage to get out the last word without breaking character. 

“S’long as you’re not costin’ us no more money.” She replies, getting up from the couch and heading into the kitchen to refill her glass of wine. 

You stand there for a moment, before your dad speaks again, “And when you come crawling back, you ain’t stayin’ for free.” 

You let out a small, broken sigh, “yeah”. You exit the living room, heading to your bedroom. As you pass by the kitchen you momentarily stop and speak to your mother who’s currently trying to open up a new bottle of wine. “I’m gonna pack a bag…I’m leaving tonight.”

You know the time is ticking, that you probably don’t have much of your hour left. You grab your biggest duffel bag from underneath your bed and start frantically filling it. It’s hard to pack though because, what are you supposed to bring to move in with your psycho stalker? You pack some hoodies and sweats, some of your baggiest jeans, oversized t-shirts, large pj pants, really just making sure all the clothes you packed were the least revealing things you could find. After all, you weren’t sure what was in store for you. And you sure as hell weren’t gonna make it that easy for him to get what he wants. You packed some personal hygiene products and toiletries, an extra pair of shoes, and whatever else you think you may need. Before walking out of your bedroom, you glance around and scan for anything you might’ve missed. You end up grabbing your favorite blanket and shoving it into your bag; something that might help give you comfort at your new home, something to keep the monsters out at night. And finally, you tuck your ‘sleeping’ pills into your bag. They’re the only thing that’s been able to help you sleep these past few weeks. And slowly your dosage continues to increase.

Stepping out of your bedroom, you shut your door behind you. You stand in the hallway, taking a deep breath which causes a tear to fall down your cheek. You wipe the tear and head back into your living room. You set down your bag and walk over to the couch, sitting beside your mom. 

Turning to face her, you whisper, “I’m leaving now, mom.”

“Okay sweetie.” She nods, this really isn’t a big deal for her. She thinks you’re just moving out like a typical young adult. But you know the truth. You know, or rather you don’t know what the future has in store for you or when the next time you’ll be able to see your family again is; if he lets you see them again. 

You lean in and give your mom a hug, she immediately hugs back seeing as you two never hug. You pray that this doesn’t raise any suspicion in her. When you stand up from the couch, you walk over to stand by your fathers chair. “Bye Dad, I’m leaving now.” You say, trying to keep your normal emotionless, cold tone with him. 

“Yeah, okay, bye.” He waves you off, wanting you to move out of his view of the television. 

You go and grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder again. Before exiting the room and leaving, you turn back to your parents, “Bye, see you later.” You lie. Well, technically it’s not a lie because you aren’t even sure of the answer yourself.

As you walk out of the front door, you hear each of them mutter some form of a goodbye just before the door shuts behind you. You look up and glance across the street, seeing Rafe’s truck still sitting there parked; still running. As you slowly walk towards it, he rolls his darkly tinted window down just enough that you can see his eyes as they watch you intently. You’re hit with shivers that roll from the top of your spine to the tip of your toes as you walk around to the passenger side of his truck and open the back door, tossing your bag on the seats before climbing into the front passenger seat. 

You can feel his searing vision on you as you buckle your seatbelt and proceed to stare silently out in front of yourself. He mutters your name, causing you to hesitantly turn to look at him. 

“How’d it go?” He asks.

“Well clearly I’m here so…” You say, unsure of where your sarcastic attitude came from. You hope this isn’t enough to set him off. Judging by his ragged breath, the chances aren’t great. 

Rafe just shakes his head, a small smirk forming on his face as he lets out a huff, “yeah…you’re here baby.” It’s hard to tell whether or not he’s pissed off or not. You curse his quickly transforming moods. He doesn’t say anything else before putting the truck into drive and spinning out of your neighborhood. The drive from the cut back to figure eight is dreadful and silent. 

When you do finally reach Tannyhill and Rafe parks in the driveway, he’s the first to exit the vehicle as he grabs your duffle bag from the backseat, rounding the truck to open your door. You instinctively mumble a small ‘thank you’ to him, immediately feeling embarrassed before realizing that maybe being extra kind will make him go easier on you. All he does is chuckle in response as he walks behind you to his front door. When Rafe gets the door unlocked, he lets you walk inside first as he follows closely behind. He locks the door and leads you upstairs and down the hall. Reaching inside his pocket, Rafe pulls out another key which he uses to unlock a random hallway door. Once he gets it open, he enters the room and sets your bag down on the bed.

 He turns back to look at you as you stand in the doorway. “This uh…” he scratches at the back of his buzzed head, appearing to be almost…nervous? “This is your room for the time being.” Rafe grins as he looks up at you. “Thought you’d be more comfortable in your own room for now.”

‘For now’, what the hell is that supposed to mean? You wonder, taking a step further inside the bedroom. You look around, but you don’t speak; you don’t know what you’d even say. You sit on the foot of the neatly made bed. He only stands in front of you, staring down, just watching you silently. Rafe is always doing that, watching. 

“Rafe…?” You murmur, turning your head slightly in his direction but keeping your eyes rooted on the floor. 

“Hm? What is it, baby?” Rafe’s brows further, his forehead slightly creasing. 

“I…w-what happens now?” You ask as you use your right hand to scratch at your left forearm, trying to keep yourself mentally present. 

Rafe steps closer to the bed, if you were to look up, you’d practically be face-to-face with his clothed cock. So you decide to spare the awkwardness of that and continue to stare at the ground below you.  

“Well,” he speaks. Before continuing, Rafe brings his hand up and uses his thumb and pointer finger to grip into your chin. He slightly tugs upward, forcing you to look up into his eyes. “You’re gonna stay here with me. I know baby, I know it’s hard. But, you’ll have some time to adjust, alright?” You nod and he lets go of your chin, but immediately moves to take the empty space on the bed. He sits next to you and he places his hand on your knee. “Hey,” he speaks softly and you turn to look at him. “This is our future and I know it’s scary, but it’s gonna be okay. Yeah?”

Future, you think. ‘This is our future’, you try to allow his words to break through to you, but your mind won’t let this sink in. This, whatever this is, was not supposed to be your future. Though you’re not totally sure what was meant to be your future, you just know it isn’t him. You’re supposed to meet someone who you know now, is not a psycho stalker and actually have a choice in what happens to you.

God, maybe your parents were right. Which you never thought would happen. But, if you had listened to them and had done more with your life, who knows, maybe you wouldn’t have ended up in this situation. But instead you pushed all responsibilities away, saving them for the ‘future’. You’ve spent your entire life waiting for something in your brain to switch and somehow make you capable of carrying responsibilities and do something with your life. And now, this is your punishment, it has to be. If you ever get out of this nightmare of a situation, you aren’t gonna sit around on your ass and wait for a handout anymore, you’re gonna change. But, that is only if you manage to escape from this hell. 

“Okay, baby?” The man next to you speaks, his thumb lightly running over the fabric of your jeans. His voice pulls you out from your endless void of thoughts, bringing you right back into the present. 

You respond, your voice shaky, “What do you want from me?” A salty, warm tear rolls out from the corner of your eye and down your cheek. “Baby, baby shhh, it’s okay. It’s alright. All I want is for us to be together, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” He says in a tone that seems to indicate that he might just actually be sincere. The more you try to figure this man out, the more confused you get. But, if he really does care about you, that’s something you might just be able to work with.

“B-but…you are hurting me.” You say hesitantly, worried to see how this will play out. Immediately, his already light touch on your knee lightens even more to the point he’s barely making contact. 

“What? What do you mean? You’re okay.” 

“No…I just wanna go home, please.” The last word comes out in more of a whisper than anything else. Rafe’s eyes squeeze shut and he shakes his head, standing up. 

He begins to pace the room, you just follow him with his eyes. As Rafe paces, his fists repeatedly clench and unclench at his sides. Suddenly, he comes to a halt, turning to face you again. “You know I can’t let you do that.”

“Please…” You whimper in a pleading tone. Your voice full of emotion. He cocks his head to the side, amused as he watches you. Rafe takes a few steps closer, so he’s standing to the side of the bed once more. 

“Baby, there’s nothing to be so scared of. We’re gonna be so good. Just…just trust me.” He says, getting impatient with having to repeat this to you constantly.

“But…I don’t want this, please just take me back home.” Rafe’s expression goes dark, his shoulders relax like he’s just let something go.

“Go home? To do what? Huh?! You don’t do shit. I’m saving you baby. I’m saving you from your sad, pathetic life. I’m giving you everything you’ll ever need, baby. So no, you cannot go ‘home’. This is your home.” The man’s voice is stronger, meaner than before. At this point you don’t have enough courage left in you to fight this. You just sniffle and nod, wiping your tears. “This is our home.” 

As you sit there silently watching him but being careful not to make eye contact, he starts to unzip your duffel bag. You huff, “what, you gonna take the only things I have left now too?” 

He sighs, looking at you. “No.” Rafe begins to sort through your things, taking it all out of the bag one by one. “Just makin’ sure you didn’t get any stupid ideas.” He mumbles, not looking up from what he’s doing.

After he empties the contents of your bag out onto ‘your’ bed, he starts to go through it more carefully. You watch as he picks up a pair of your underwear, holding it up and looking at you. “What’s all this shit? You on your period or some shit? Thought that was earlier this month.” He huffs, tossing the item back down on the bed. He’s clearly frustrated by the fact that you purposely packed your ugliest and least revealing panties; which happen to be the ones you typically wear on your period. Which makes you think back to what he said, you realize he’s had to see you in your underwear often to know what kind you wear during a specific time of the month. You shiver.

Once he deems everything as safe, he puts it all back into the bag. Just as he picks up one of your hoodies, the bottle of your sleeping pills fall onto the bed. Rafe’s brows furrow and he picks up the bottle, reading the label. Once he identifies the content and the doseage, he makes a  tsk sound. He slips the bottle into his pocket and looks back up at you. “Can’t leave you with those now can I?” Rafe finishes re-packing your bag.

“I-I need those…to sleep.” Your words cause him to chuckle, confusing you. You don’t understand what he could possibly find funny in this situation, but then again you aren’t a sociopathic stalker. 

“Right.” He mumbles. “Nobody takes that much just to sleep.”

“Please, they…they help.” You aren’t lying. Your doctor put you onto some medication which you cannot pronounce, that almost immediately puts out your anxiety and helps you relax. The only thing is, you keep upping the dose, when really they worked just fine the first time. But, you like how they make you feel. And yeah, sometimes you might take them without reason, but only sometimes.

“I’m gonna hold onto them for a while baby. You’ll be fine.” He pauses before speaking again, this time with a slight smirk evident on his face, “I’m here if you need help sleeping.” He says cockily. “Yeah?” You don’t respond. You just stare at the floor. 

After a few moments of silence, his stares were getting uncomfortable. “Can I just be alone, please? I just…I wanna try and get some sleep. It’s been a long day.” You sigh. 

“You haven’t eaten today.” He states.

“Yeah…I-I’m not hungry.” Being kidnapped and forced to completely unroot your life to live with an unknown man definitely takes some effect on you, such as erasing your appetite. 

Rafe sighs and steps closer, sitting down next to you once more. “How do I know you aren’t gonna try anything?”  

“I haven’t tried anything yet have I? I haven’t told anyone about you, a-and I’ve done everything you’ve asked.” You plead.

Rafe makes another tsk sound as he shakes his head. “What were you doing at the sheriff's office today, hm? What was that?”

“I…I-” You aren’t sure what to say. If you lie, he’ll know. But you’re too afraid to tell him what you had planned on doing down at the station. 

“Don’t you ever try that again. Don’t even fucking think about trying it.” He pauses for a moment. Chuckling before he speaks again, “god, so stupid. You really thought they’d believe you? Over…over me?” He laughs.

“I…I’m sorry.”

“Bullshit,” he grabs your thigh firmly, making you gasp. “You know I hate when you lie to me…so why do you keep doing it?” He asks, searching in your eyes for the answer. “You’re only sorry you got caught.” He squeezes tighter.

You groan at his grip on your leg and the ache it’s causing. “R-Rafe…that hurts. Please…y-you’re hurting me.” Your words are followed by a quick gasp and a tear running down your face. 

Once Rafe’s eyes land on your tear, he lets go of your leg. “Shit, baby. I’m—I didn’t mean to.” Rafe moves his hand to rest comfortingly on your shoulder. Well, his idea of what a comforting hand is isn’t exactly comforting. But he doesn’t have much of an example to go off of. 

Before you can speak, he stands up and exits the room. You hear the door lock, and your eyes squeeze shut. You let your head fall into your hands and you just start to let it all out. For hours you sit there, crying until there’s no tears left. You just keep waiting and waiting for him to come back; you figure he wouldn’t leave you completely alone without supervision on your first night here. Except he never does. 

Eventually, you really do start to feel a bit tired. You lay down on the bed, on top of the covers. You use your pillow and your blanket from home. The smell of home still lingering on the items. Pulling the blanket over your head to feel safe, you eventually begin to fall asleep. 

When you wake, you’re still tucked away into your safe place. After recollecting your thoughts that had become jumbled from sleep, you pull the blanket off of your head. You squint from the bright light that shines through the window. Once your eyes have adjusted, you take a moment to scan over your surroundings. The bedroom looks like that of a hotel room. Well, not like any hotel you’ve ever been to. The mansion is slightly more vintage and elegant than those of the typical kooks; it’s not as simple and modern. If you weren’t being held captive in it, you may even admire it. 

As much as you’d love to stay curled up under your blanket. Nature calls and you can’t ignore it. You sit up from the bed and quietly step over to the door. Shit. The doors locked, you forgot.

“Hey!” You call out. “Rafe? Let me out!” Faintly, you can hear commotion from the floor below you. While you wait, you look around the room a bit more. There’s another door, you open it expecting it to be a closet, but it’s a bathroom. Wow, you definitely feel dumb now.

After taking care of things, you exit the bathroom. You jump back when you finally look up from your feet to see Rafe standing in the room. 

“Goodmorning, baby.” He smiles. “How’d you sleep?”

You start walking towards the bed, sitting back down and covering your body with your blanket. All you do in response is shake your head.

“Hungry yet?” He asks, sitting at the foot of the bed and resting his hand on your calf, rubbing over it through your blanket. 

You shake your head again.

Rafe sighs, “y’know I’d really appreciate some words?” He says softly.

“No, I’m not hungry.”

“Okay.” He tucks his lips in and nods a bit. “Suit yourself then. I’ll be back later, I guess. …Unless you don’t want me to go?” He asks hopefully.

“Am I supposed to just stay locked up in here all day?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself.

“Well,” Rafe pauses to lick his lips before continuing. “You’re the one who I can’t trust.” He takes his hand off of your leg and stands up. “Just…just give it time baby, you’ll come around. I know you will.” It’s obvious that he’s not even sure about whether or not he’s trying to convince you or himself with his words. 

Without another word, Rafe exits the room, locking the door. Again, you cover yourself with the blanket and let it engulf you. You close your eyes and imagine that you’re in your own bed at home. 

To be continued...

Thank you for reading! I hope this was enjoyable. If you have literally ANY feedback, questions, or suggestions, PLEASE feel free to let me know! I don't really have any solid plans for this fic so if you have any ideas, I just might include them in future parts. And there's not much I won't write!

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Google’da En Çok Aranan Diziler

Google’da En Çok Aranan Diziler Dünya genelinde etkisini sürdüren pandemi, insanları evlerine kapatmış, sosyal aktiviteleri sınırlamış ve bu süreçte internet kullanımını önemli ölçüde artırmıştır. Bu dönemde özellikle Türk izleyicisi, evlerine kapanmanın etkisiyle daha fazla dizi ve film araştırması yapmış, bu içerikleri takip etmiştir. Küresel dijital sektör, izleyicilerin taleplerini karşılamak adına çeşitli dizi ve film platformları ile karşımıza çıkmıştır. Google'ın her yıl yayınladığı en çok aranan konu ve başlıklar izleyicilerin dikkatini çekmiş ve büyük ilgi görmüştür.

Google’da En Çok Aranan Diziler

En Çok Aranan Diziler Bu yazımızda Google'da en çok aranan yerli ve yabancı dizileri sizler için listeledik. En Çok Aranan Yabancı Diziler - Euphoria https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UR4Pxgnm-GA Euphoria Fragman "Euphoria" sadece gençlik draması olmanın ötesinde, çarpıcı görsel unsurları, derinlemesine karakter analizleri ve çeşitli temaları ele alan bir televizyon dizisidir. Dizi, günümüz gençliğinin karmaşıklıklarını ve zorluklarını detaylı bir şekilde incelerken, aynı zamanda estetik açıdan dikkat çekici sahnelerle dolu bir atmosfer sunar. Dizi, gençlerin karşılaştığı güçlükleri çıplak bir gerçeklikle sunarken, aynı zamanda cinsellik, cinsel kimlik, aile dinamikleri ve toplumsal baskı gibi konuları da cesur bir şekilde ele alır. Her bireyin kendi içsel yolculuğu ve kimlik arayışı, "Euphoria"yı sadece gençlik draması olmanın ötesine taşır. Görsel açıdan, dizi renk paleti, kamera açıları ve çekim teknikleriyle dikkat çeker. Estetik unsurlar, karakterlerin duygusal durumlarına ve hikayelerine uyum sağlayarak izleyiciye daha derin bir deneyim sunar. Aynı zamanda, müzik seçimleri de dizinin atmosferini güçlendirir ve sahnelerin duygusal yoğunluğunu artırır. - House of the Dragon https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DotnJ7tTA34 House of the Dragon Fragman Fantazi dünyalarının mistik havasıyla büyülenen izleyiciler, George R. R. Martin'in "A Song of Ice and Fire" serisinden esinlenen ve efsanevi "Game of Thrones" dizisinin ardından, Westeros'un büyülü topraklarına yeni bir yolculuğa çıkıyor. HBO'nun çığır açan yapımı "House of the Dragon", Westeros tarihindeki muazzam bir devrine odaklanarak izleyicilere benzersiz bir hikaye sunma iddiasını taşıyor. George R. R. Martin'in kaleminden ilham alan "House of the Dragon", Targaryen Hanedanı'nın zengin ve karmaşık hikayesine ışık tutuyor. "Game of Thrones" takipçilerini heyecanlandıran bu dizi, Targaryenların Westeros'u ele geçirme sürecini ele alarak, krallıklar arasındaki entrikaları, ejderhaların görkemini ve unutulmaz karakterlerin çatışmalarını yeniden işliyor. Dizinin oyuncu kadrosu da büyük bir çekiciliğe sahip. Prens Daemon Targaryen'i canlandıran Matt Smith, Alicent Hightower karakterini oynayan Olivia Cooke ve Rhaenyra Targaryen'i canlandıran Emma D'Arcy gibi yetenekli oyuncular, karakterlere derinlik kazandırarak izleyicilere etkileyici performanslar sunuyor. "Game of Thrones" efsanesinden sonra "House of the Dragon", fantastik dizi türüne yeni bir soluk getirme amacını taşıyarak geniş bir izleyici kitlesini cezbetmeyi hedefliyor. Westeros'un derinliklerine inen bu yeni dizi, hem "Game of Thrones" hayranlarını memnun etmeyi hem de fantastik dünyaya yeni katılanları büyülemeyi amaçlayan çarpıcı bir maceraya dönüşüyor. "House of the Dragon", sadece Westeros'un geçmişine değil, aynı zamanda televizyon dünyasında yer alan dizilerin tahtına iddialı bir şekilde oturmayı hedefliyor. - Moon Knight https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7Krla_UxRg Moon Knight Fragman Marvel evreninin en gizemli ve karmaşık kahramanlarından biri olarak karşımıza çıkan Moon Knight, sadece süper güçlerle değil, aynı zamanda zihinsel bir mücadeleyle de yüzleşiyor. Dissosiyatif Kimlik Bozukluğu (DKB) ile mücadele eden eski bir ABD denizcisi olan Marc Spector, Mısır ay tanrısı Khonshu'nun güçleri tarafından dokunulduğunda, hayatı hem ışığa hem de gölgelere gömülür. Marc Spector, Khonshu'nun ay ışığı altında değişen bir kahraman olarak ortaya çıkar. Ancak bu değişim, yalnızca fiziksel bir dönüşüm değil, aynı zamanda zihinsel bir çatışmanın da habercisidir. Dissosiyatif Kimlik Bozukluğu, Moon Knight'ın kimliklerini bir arada tutma ve kontrol etme mücadelesini şekillendirir. Bu durum, kahramanımızın süper güçleriyle başa çıkarken yaşadığı içsel savaşın temelini oluşturur. - The Watcher https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDc6ZLo8sjc The Watcher Bir ev, sadece dört duvar ve bir çatı olmaktan çok daha fazlasını barındırabilir. "The Watcher" adlı gerçek hikaye, New Jersey'de hayallerindeki eve taşınan bir çiftin, karanlık bir sapık tarafından yazılan mektuplarla yaşadığı gerilim dolu bir hikayeyi gün yüzüne çıkarıyor. Hayallerindeki evde mutlu bir hayat kurma umudunu taşıyan bu evli çift, kısa süre sonra bilinmeyen bir tehdit altında bulur kendini. "The Watcher" olarak tanımlanan bu gizemli figür, evlerini gözleyerek ve takip ederek yazdığı mektuplarla çifti rahatsız etmeye başlar. Her bir mektup, çiftin hayatını adeta bir kabusun içine çeker ve güvenli limanlarının aniden ne kadar kırılgan olduğunu gösterir. Ev sahipleri, bu tehditkar yazıları alır almaz, kendi güvenliklerini sağlama alma telaşı içine düşer. Evleri, bir zamanlar huzurlu bir sığınakken, şimdi bir paranoyak gerilimin merkezi haline gelir. "The Watcher"ın kim olduğunu ve neden böylesine sapkın bir takıntıya sahip olduğunu anlamaya çalışan çift, gerçekle kurgunun iç içe geçtiği bir kâbusun içinde sıkışıp kalır. Bu gerçek hikaye, sadece fiziksel bir evin ötesine geçerek, insan zihninin karanlık köşelerine de derinlemesine dalıyor. "The Watcher", sadece bir sapkının tacizine değil, aynı zamanda güvenin, huzurun ve kişisel sınırların nasıl zorlandığına dair bir derinlik sunar. İzleyiciler, kendi evlerini bir kez daha gözden geçirirken, bu gerçek yaşam hikayesinin içsel bir gerilimle nasıl dokunduğunu hissedeceklerdir. Bu olay, sadece New Jersey'deki bir evi değil, aynı zamanda insanların içsel güvenliğini ve yaşam alanlarının kırılgan doğasını sorgulatan bir olay olarak hafızalarda yer ediyor. "The Watcher", hayal kırıklığı ve korku dolu bir ev hikayesi olarak, izleyenlere insan psikolojisinin karanlık yönleriyle yüzleşme cesareti veriyor. - Inventing Anna https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65xa8TG2G8o Inventing Anna Gazetecilik kariyerinde yükselmeye çalışan bir muhabirin odaklandığı "Inventing Anna", New York'un sosyal sınıflarının hem zenginliklerini hem de sırlarını ele alarak izleyicileri büyüleyen bir hikayeye davet ediyor. Başarılı bir gazeteci, New York sosyetesinin nabzını tutan ve Instagram üzerinden şehrin elitlerini kandırarak büyük bir servet biriktiren gizemli bir figür olan Anna Delvey'in peşine düşer. Dizide, Anna Delvey karakteri, sahte bir mirasyedi kimliğiyle sosyal medyada yankı uyandırarak zenginlik ve lüksle dolu bir hayatın kapılarını aralar. Gazeteci, bu sahte kimlikli Instagram ünlüsünün arkasındaki gerçek hikayeyi aydınlatmaya kararlıdır. Anna Delvey'in sahtekârlıklarının ardındaki gizemleri çözmeye çalışan gazeteci, bu sıradışı figürün sadece New York sosyetesini değil, aynı zamanda kendi kariyerini de nasıl etkilediğini keşfetmeye başlar. Anna Delvey'in yargılanması sırasında ortaya çıkan olaylar, izleyicilere sahtekârlık ve zenginlik arzusunun karanlık dünyasına derinlemesine bir bakış sunar. Dizinin temelinde, sosyal medyanın ve görüntünün gücüyle oynayan bir figür olan Anna Delvey, aynı zamanda modern toplumun değerleri ve çürümüşlüğü üzerine de düşündürücü bir ayna tutar. En Çok Aranan Yerli Diziler - Yalı Çapkını https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wu_Rg5aAstI Yalı Çapkını Gülseren Budayıcıoğlu'nun kaleme aldığı, psikiyatrın danışanının hikayesinden uyarlanan Yalı Çapkını, Star TV ekranlarında izleyicilerle buluşuyor. Ancak etik kurallar gereği kahramanların gerçek kimliği gizli tutuluyor, bu da izleyiciyi merak içinde bırakan bir detay. Dizideki ana karakterlerden biri olan Ferit, Gaziantepli Korhan Ailesi'nin önde gelen ismi Halis Ağa'nın torunu olarak karşımıza çıkıyor. Aile içinde el bebek gül bebek olarak büyütülen Ferit, başına buyruk ve sorumsuz tavırlarıyla ailenin hoşnutsuzluğunu kazanır. Dedesi Halis Ağa'nın baskısıyla bir kızla evlendirilmeye karar verilen Ferit, evlilik hazırlıklarına başlar. Ancak bu süreç, genç kız Suna'nın küçük kardeşi Seyran'ın da olaya dahil olmasıyla tamamen farklı bir yola sürüklenir. - Duy Beni https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ZzbyZDuT5I Duy Beni Bağlı olduğu orta sınıf mahallesinde sıradan bir lise öğrencisi olan Ekim'in hayatı, trajik bir olayın gölgesinde kökten değişir. Bir sabah, okula gitmek üzere yola çıktığında, en yakın arkadaşı Leyla'ya araba çarpmış ve olay yerinden kaçan sürücü kimliğini gizlemiştir. Bu araç, zengin ailelerin çocuklarının eğitim aldığı bir okulun kampüsüne sığınarak, olayı gizemli bir sır haline getirir. Suçluların belirlenememesi üzerine, okul yönetimi sorumluluğu üstlenir ve aralarında Ekim'in de bulunduğu üç öğrenciye burs verme kararı alır. Ancak Ekim'in bursu kabul etme motivasyonu, sadece ekonomik destek sağlamak değil, aynı zamanda arkadaşına çarpan aracın sürücüsünü bulma arzusundan kaynaklanır. - Gelsin Hayat Bildiği Gibi https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lW1vu7Dazak Gelsin Hayat Bildiği Gibi "Gelsin Hayat Bildiği Gibi" adlı dizinin ilk bölümünde, bir grup genç, hayatlarını değiştirecek olaylarla karşı karşıya kalır. Bu gençler, hayatlarının ikinci bir şansı olduğuna inanan Sadi Payaslı ile tanışır. Dizinin başlangıcında, Yedi Emin adlı yeraltı dünyasının korkulan ismi, düşmanlarının saldırısı sonucu yanlışlıkla bir çocuğun hayatını kaybeder. Bu trajik olayın ardından, Yedi Emin beklenmedik bir karar alır ve emniyete teslim olur. Mafyanın çökertilmesine yardımcı olma kararıyla birlikte, Yedi Emin kayıtlara ölü olarak geçer ve yeni bir kimlikle hayatına devam eder: Sadi Payaslı. Sadi Payaslı, Coğrafya öğretmeni olarak Karabayır Lisesi'nde göreve başlar. Ancak, onun yanında komiser Songül de yerleştirilir. Karabayır Lisesi, sadece Sadi Payaslı'nın değil, aynı zamanda Adalet Bakanlığı'nın pilot okul uygulaması kapsamında gelen Can, Melek, Zülfikar, Mert ve Aylin gibi öğrencilerin de eğitim gördüğü bir yerdir. Her bir öğrencinin bu liseye gelme sebebi ve hikayesi farklıdır. - Erşan Kuneri https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6LUximnJss Erşan Kuneri Erşan Kuneri dizisi, Cem Yılmaz’ın yarattığı ve başrolünde oynadığı bir komedi dizisi olarak karşımıza çıkıyor. Dizi, 1970’lerin erotik sinema sektöründe çalışan ve farklı film türlerini denemeye karar veren Erşan Kuneri’nin maceralarını ele alıyor. Dizinin ilk sezonu 8 bölümden oluşmakta ve her bölümde Erşan Kuneri’nin çektiği bir film hikayesi izleyiciye sunulası hedefleniyor. Dizinin oyuncu kadrosunda Cem Yılmaz’ın yanı sıra Zafer Algöz, Ezgi Mola, Çağlar Çorumlu, Nilperi Şahinkaya, Uraz Kaygılaroğlu, Merve Dizdar ve Bülent Şakrak gibi isimler yer almaktadır. Dizinin yönetmen koltuğunda ise Cem Yılmaz’ın daha önce birlikte çalıştığı Murat Dündar oturmaktadır. Dizi, 2022 yılında Netflix platformunda yayınlanmaya başlamıştır. Erşan Kuneri dizisi, Cem Yılmaz’ın sinema kariyerinde ilk kez bir dizi projesine imza attığı bir yapım olarak dikkat çekmektedir. Dizi, Cem Yılmaz’ın daha önce G.O.R.A ve Arif V 216 filmlerinde kısa süreli olarak görünen Erşan Kuneri karakterini merkeze almakta ve bu karakterin geçmişine ışık tutuyor. Dizi, hem Cem Yılmaz’ın hem de Türk sinemasının tarihine göndermeler yapmakta ve seyirciyi hem güldürmekte hem de düşürdürmeyi hedefliyor. Dizi, aynı zamanda Türk sinemasının farklı dönemlerine ve türlerine saygı duruşunda bulunmakta ve bu türleri yeniden yorumlamaktadır. - Tozlu Yaka https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Y95dOD__LA Tozlu Yaka Tozlu Yaka, iki farklı dünyadan gelen gençlerin aralarındaki sosyal ve ekonomik ayrımlara meydan okuyarak bir araya gelmelerini ve birlikte yaşadıkları zorlukları aşmalarını anlatan duygusal bir serüven sunuyor. Dizide, karakterlerin hayat mücadeleleri, kendi geçmişleri ve toplumlarındaki önyargılarla başa çıkma çabaları izleyiciye aktarılıyor. Dizi ve Film kategorimizden daha fazla içerik için buraya tıklayabilirsiniz. Read the full article

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Joel doesn’t look as good but this was a quick The Watcher doodle from a few weeks ago :)