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Shout out to Portal for making a villain that I feel bad for, but also I'm attracted to, but I also resent. Checked all the boxes

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Cyra & Zayn, now & then

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Axel & Cyra appreciation post

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My wife made this

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College AU 2: Part 9 - Favorite Record

Scene 1: Favorite Record

(Scene title by Fall Out Boy)

INT. Recording studio - Evening

Rhett is sitting in one of the chairs in the entrance. Cyra is sitting on his lap and the pair are chatting.

RHETT: Recording without a set track list is a bold move.

CYRA: Every move I make is a bold move.

RHETT: Yeah, tell that to Erik...

CYRA: He'd agree.

Rhett laughs and Cyra smiles at him. Just then, the door opens and Erik walks in with his guitar case. Cyra and Rhett both stare at him. Erik notices.

ERIK: What?

CYRA: We were just talking about you, baby.

Erik raises his eyebrows in annoyance as he takes off his shoes.

ERIK (sarcastically): Only good things, I assume.

CYRA: Of course...

As soon as Erik has his jacket and shoes off, he addresses his band. They're both still staring at him, making him uncomfortable.

ERIK: What?

CYRA: Do you know which song we're recording today?

ERIK: "Square Hammer". You really think I didn't read your text?

Cyra giggles.

CYRA: I picked that song for you.

ERIK: Yeah, I know.

Cyra gets up and walks over to Erik. Rhett just watches as the two stare each other down. Cyra smiles.

CYRA: We're gonna have fun!

ERIK (sarcastically): Yeah, sure.

The studio door opens again and Roman walks in. He only looks at Cyra for a second, ignoring the other two band members.

ROMAN: Hey.

CYRA: Hi!

ROMAN: You guys ready?

ERIK: I haven't tuned my guitar yet.

CYRA: I'm ready. So is Rhett.

Cyra looks at Rhett, who just nods.

ROMAN: We'll start with Rhett, then. The drums are the base of the song anyway.

Cyra smiles at Rhett.

CYRA: You got this!

Rhett nods at Cyra. Roman sets down his bag and looks at Rhett.

ROMAN: It's a slow tempo, but you still need to set it. Listen to the original as many times as you need. Just let me know when you need a refresher.

Cyra smiles and holds her thumb up at Rhett. He nods at Cyra again, a little less confident this time.

Scene 2: Feel Your Noise

INT. Recording studio - Evening

Cyra, Erik, and Roman are sitting in the mixing room while Rhett plays the drums in the recording booth. Roman is bobbing his head to the beat, Erik is watching Rhett intently, and Cyra is nervously glancing between Roman and Rhett.

After a few chords, Roman flicks the light switch so that they dim in the recording booth. Rhett stops playing as soon as he notices the lights going down.

Roman gets out of his chair and makes his way to the booth door. Erik leans in closer to Cyra to speak.

ERIK: We're not gonna get much better than that.

INT. Recording booth - Evening

Roman walks into the booth.

ROMAN: That's the best we're gonna get. Everything was on time and the rhythm was there.

Rhett takes off his headphones.

RHETT: Are you sure? I think I heard some notes that were off–

ROMAN: No. Drummers always think they're off because their brains register the beat slower than it actually is. You're good.

Rhett looks surprised.

RHETT: Oh. Um, okay.

ROMAN: Pack up your shit. It's Erik's turn.

Rhett gets up and starts taking down his drum set.

INT. Recording studio - Evening

Cyra looks at Erik.

CYRA: Why do you get to go first?

ERIK: You need music to sing to.

CYRA: I can sing on my own!

Erik just rolls his eyes and gets up, walking past Cyra to get to the recording booth.

Roman comes back into the mixing room and sits back down, stretching out his arms behind his head.

ROMAN: Yeah, I missed this.

CYRA: You're having fun?

Roman nods.

ROMAN: Yep. I know you're not.

CYRA: I hate waiting. I just wanna sing!

ROMAN: You need to learn some patience.

CYRA: That's what Ace keeps saying...

ROMAN: He's right. Did he talk to you, by the way? About the thing.

Cyra's attitude changes, her confidence deflating a bit. She nods.

CYRA: Yeah.

ROMAN: And?

CYRA: He told me to help you in any way I can.

Roman smirks.

ROMAN: Good. I'll let you know soon. It's only fair, right? Since I'm helping you record this album.

CYRA: Yeah, I guess so...

Rhett comes into the room. Cyra hops out of her seat.

CYRA: Good job, Rhett!

RHETT: Thanks.

Cyra throws her arm around Rhett's shoulder and looks at Roman.

CYRA: I told you he's super talented!

ROMAN: No kidding. Why aren't you in the music program?

RHETT: Uh... I'm more of a tech guy.

CYRA: He's a tech genius.

Rhett lets out a nervous laugh.

ROMAN: Huh. Well, I guess being in a band is a good use of your talent either way.

Rhett anxiously glances at Cyra, who just smiles at him.

Scene 3: Don't You Go

(Scene title by All Time Low)

INT. Recording studio lobby - Night

Cyra, Erik, Rhett, and Roman walk out into the lobby. Erik has his guitar case on his back and Rhett is holding a couple of pieces of his drum set in their cases.

CYRA: Wooo! First song done!

ROMAN: Slow down. You still might have to re-record some parts.

ERIK: Let's hope not.

ROMAN: Are you kids busy? Wanna get some drinks? It's Friday.

Erik doesn't even look at Roman when he responds.

ERIK: Only if you're buying.

ROMAN: Cyra's buying.

Roman wraps his arm around Cyra and squeezes her shoulder.

ROMAN: Right, Cyra?

CYRA: Yeah, of course!

ROMAN: Attagirl!

Erik sighs.

ERIK: Alright. But Rhett and I have to drop off our instruments at the dorm.

CYRA: Then we'll meet you there!

Scene 4: Just Like You

(Scene title by Falling In Reverse)

INT. Bar - Night

Cyra and Roman are sitting at the bar together. They both have beers in front of them.

CYRA: Thanks for helping us.

Roman takes a sip of his beer.

ROMAN: Don't thank me. I'm not doing it for you.

Cyra sighs and rolls her eyes.

CYRA: I'm still grateful.

ROMAN: Hm... I'll have to change your mind, then.

Cyra just gives Roman an annoyed look and takes another sip of her drink.

ROMAN: What did Ace tell you, exactly?

CYRA: That you think there's a rat.

Roman looks confused.

ROMAN: A what?

CYRA: A mole. A snitch. Someone who knows too much.

Roman thinks for a moment.

ROMAN: I should've known he'd figure that out.

CYRA: Nothing gets past him.

ROMAN: Don't I know it.

Roman takes another sip of his beer.

ROMAN: Do you know who it might be?

Cyra shakes her head.

CYRA: No idea. It has to be someone we both know.

ROMAN: Yeah. It's one of your friends.

CYRA: I have a lot of friends.

ROMAN: I know.

The pair sit in silence for a moment, both looking around.

CYRA: It's not Erik.

ROMAN: Yeah? What makes you say that?

CYRA: He would be way more nervous around you if it was him. And he never would've agreed to let you work on the album with us. There's no way.

ROMAN: You think he'd be nervous?

CYRA: Of course. He said you made his life a "living hell" last semester.

Roman laughs.

ROMAN: That's dramatic.

CYRA: It's true though. He was always checking over his shoulder because of you. He couldn't relax.

ROMAN: I don't see why. I think I was pretty clear when I said I'd leave him alone as long as he stayed out of my business.

Cyra just sighs, a little defeated.

ROMAN: Look, Cyra, I already told you why I did what I did.

CYRA: I know, I know. Whatever, let's just put it all behind us. I don't wanna think about it anymore.

Roman holds his beer up.

ROMAN: I've been trying to do that from the get-go.

Cyra rolls her eyes and clinks her glass against Roman's.

Just then, Rhett and Erik walk up to the bar. They take the two seats next to Cyra, avoiding Roman. Erik sits next to Cyra and Rhett sits next to Erik.

ERIK: How many beers behind are we?

CYRA: Just one.

Erik signals to the bartender. He gestures at Cyra's drink and then at Rhett and himself.

CYRA: We killed it in the studio today!

ERIK: I hope so.

ROMAN: Everything sounded pretty good.

Roman takes a swig of his beer.

CYRA: Erik listened to your demo.

Roman leans forward to look at Erik.

ROMAN: Oh yeah?

Cyra smiles at Erik, waiting for him to say something.

ERIK: It was decent. The production on the vocals was kind of off though.

ROMAN: Really? I thought I sounded great.

ERIK (mumbling): Yeah, I bet that was the problem.

ROMAN: What's that?

ERIK: Nothing.

Cyra glances between Roman and Erik, trying to think of a way to change the subject. She turns her head to speak directly to Erik.

CYRA: How's Misty?

ERIK: She's good. She started doing livestreams.

CYRA: What?! She didn't tell me that!

ERIK: She just started. She found this program that uses her webcam to translate sign language into, like, text to speech.

CYRA: Yo! That's so cool!

RHETT: I didn't know that type of thing existed. What's it called?

Erik thinks about it for a second.

ERIK: I can't remember the name. I'll ask her next time I see her.

Rhett nods and takes a sip of his drink.

ROMAN: Misty's that goth girl, right?

Erik frowns but doesn't respond.

CYRA: Yeah, she's Erik's girlfriend. And it's called "cybergoth", by the way.

ROMAN: She's hot.

Erik takes a large drink of his beer, ignoring Roman. Cyra looks a bit panicked.

CYRA: Roman has a hot girlfriend too!

Rhett snickers. Erik puts his drink down again.

ERIK: What's her name?

ROMAN: Don't worry about it.

CYRA: Her name's Sophie! She's pretty and she has such a cute voice!

RHETT: You sound like you have a crush on her.

ROMAN: She does. It's annoying.

CYRA: I don't get why that bothers you so much.

ROMAN: Because I don't wanna end up like Ace and Zayn.

Surprisingly, Erik laughs at that. Cyra pouts at him and Roman leans on the bar to see better.

ROMAN: Look at that, he can actually smile.

Cyra glances between Erik and Roman in disbelief.

CYRA: Really? That's what it took to get you two to agree on something?

Rhett starts laughing too and Erik just smiles at Cyra.

ERIK: You can blame the beer.

Cyra thinks about it for a second and then smiles. She picks up Erik's beer and holds it up to him.

CYRA: Keep drinking, then! This is fun!

Erik starts drinking again. Cyra pushes the bottom of the glass upward, forcing him to drink faster. She glances back to smile at Roman, who just shakes his head.

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lets play throw each other down the concrete staircase

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Emotionally going THROUGH IT while writing about Axel & Cyra

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seeing strange fetishes im not into on my dash is like observing an edible herb on a walk. Hmm. someone wise ☝ could make use of this... but i shan't 👴

you paint such a beautiful picture with your words anon thank you

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HUGE House!! - Ace found my fan page

I get a text from Ace this morning. It says: This you? Then he sent me a link to my fan page dedicated to him. 

I want to say I was embarrassed, but it was actually kind of exciting. And besides, I would never be ashamed to admit how much I adore him. How much of my life I’ve dedicated to learning as much as I possibly can about him. 

Ace said I’m stupid for putting my full name on it. Maybe I am, but I don’t care. 

At first, I assumed Ace would be either pissed off or totally creeped out. He was neither, though. Turns out, he’s just as obsessed with himself as I am. At least we have that in common. He took it as a compliment, but also tried to call bullshit on some of the stuff I’ve written on there. 

He mostly had a problem with me referring to him as a God. Apparently I didn’t treat him like a God while he was at my house. I thought I did, but I guess it wasn’t good enough for him. I can’t help feeling disappointed in myself. I want to be good enough for him.

Figuring the best way for me to learn is directly from the source of my obsession, I asked Ace how I could do better. He generously gave me a basic set of rules to follow:

He expects a morning worship text from me every day, which he has no obligation to respond to. He did not clarify what the contents of the text should be when I asked. Guess I’ll just have to figure it out.

I have to capitalize his pronouns. Oh shit, I guess I should start doing that now.

His word is priority. If He tells me to do something, I have to drop whatever I’m doing and fulfill His request.

I’m no longer allowed to hide my true identity from Him.

To be transparently honest, that last rule scares the shit out of me. Most of the time, I hide my identity from myself. I can’t imagine how vulnerable I’ll feel when Ace inevitably asks for my real name. I’d rather be stripped naked in front of my entire class.

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Actually, that probably isn’t the best comparison. That sounds kind of fun, I’m not gonna lie.

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Valentino Swarovski crystal and enamel ring, RTW Fall 2015 🌙 ⭐️ ✨

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A character who’s so aggressively chaotic good that it keeps almost killing them

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Idk why I even bother with comedy writing when Scene Kid Love is already the funniest series that will ever exist

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please stop writing "viscous" when you mean "vicious", it produces the weirdest mental images ever

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Excerpts: Assaulted by a ghost

INT. Front hallway - Night

We hear the sound of a doorbell ringing. Then we see Cyra opening the front door. It’s dark, so we can’t see much of her.

Monty is standing on the other side of the door, smiling.

MONTY: You called?

Monty takes one look at Cyra and his attitude changes. He looks concerned.

MONTY: What happened to you?

We finally see Cyra from the front in the porch light. The top half of her body is covered in some type of dried, speckled film. Her bottom half is dripping with green ectoplasm, except for her shorts, which appear to have been put on afterward.

CYRA: Have you ever been assaulted by a ghost?

MONTY: Only metaphorically…

Cyra nods behind her.

CYRA: Come in.

Monty steps into the house.

INT. Cyra’s house - Night

Monty follows Cyra as she makes her way up the stairs. She speaks to him in a surprisingly calm tone.

CYRA: The ghosts came back after I used those energy-drainers. They were not happy.

MONTY: I can imagine.

CYRA: They kept saying I owed them an apology. I had to “make it up to them”. 

MONTY: So they did… that?

CYRA: It was all Phoenix. Ace just yelled at me and tried to hurt my feelings. What he said hurt more than what Phoenix did, honestly.

MONTY: Oh. I’m–

CYRA: Please don’t say you’re sorry. Just help me feel better, okay?

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I wanna finish writing the ghost AU so I can post it. Cyra and Monty's relationship in it is so cute!