#Kyle Brennan

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The Miscavige Effect

David and Denise Miscavige The Miscavige Effect; Scientology’s Dark Side “An article in tomorrow’s paper may interest you,” said the voice on the phone. “It’s not directly about your son, Kyle, but I’m confident you’ll find the subject intriguing.” The speaker was Joe Childs, a Clearwater-based journalist who’d written multiple stories about the Church of Scientology.  “Let me know what you…

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TWIN PEAKS 1.06 🍩☕️

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found the original

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Pinup fellas of Twin Peaks by Emma Munger

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Twin Peaks, S02E16

[inthedarktrees]

Holy Smoke. Flesh World again.

Kyle MacLachlan, Michael Ontkean, Harry Goaz | Twin Peaks

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[forestshadow-wolf]

The 141 + Co. As Brenan Lee Mulligan quotes

Soap: i worked at a L.A.R.P camp, if you're an 11-year old boy, you're like " I am a demon infused mercenary who-" [*everyone laughs*] I literally had an 11-year old boy one time tell me, "my parents were killed and I was raided by wolves and I'm getting vengeance for my slain parents." and I was like, "who killed your human parents?" And he was like "no the wolf parents were killed and that's who I'm getting revenge on." And I was like " so your parents were killed and so were your foster wolf parents, but you're only getting revenge for the wolves?" And this 11-year old was like, "you got it." [Everyone cracking up]

Ghost: I know what's going on here. I know what's going on here. Okay. I do. And if you want me to wander backstage to.. spill the beans [...] it's the final question. These other two are in the loop, so. (Refering to the Sergents; who pranked him) they're in the loop. I am the only one out of the loop it would seem. And if we check my point total here. I don't need to walk to the front, because I know what it is. It's a big 'ol goose egg, gang. It's a fat zero. Hello, a little late addition to the numerical symbol chart, brought to us by our friends in arabia, a little bit of trivia that I happen to know about the history of numbers. That kind of tidbut would serve me well in most trivia games, unless it had been rigged from the beginning. [Gaz: woah, dude] oh, I've only just begun to pull the thread on this sweater, friends. You would think in a game where there are only two possible correct choices, that one would stumble into the right answer every so often, wouldn't you? In fact the possibility of never guessing right in a full game is a statistical wonder, and yet here we are. Introduced at the top of the game as a champion, what do you think that means? Icarus; flying too close to the sun, but it seems daedalus; our little Mastercrafter over here has some wax wings of his own, didn't he? Wanted to see his sun fall. Fall from the sky. Oh how close to the sun he flew. Well I am not having it. I solved your labyrinth, puzzle-master. The minotaur's escaped and you're gonna get the horns, buddy. [Soap: Okay, did we think we were the ones in on it, but actually [Ghost] is the only one in on it and that was rehearsed?] [Roach: that was an incredible monolog, [ghost] what is the rule of the game?] I. CANNOT. WIN.

I just typed that entire thing out by hand...

Price: everyone just get ready for when people come out and start asking you "so if vegetable people start eating vegetables is that cannibalism?" And I have to go to the tallest mountain in los angeles and go "you eat animals made of meat, and you're meat. It's like that"

Gaz: "the devil egg on the windowsill, I don't know how long it's been there, but you should eat that. [Price: [Soap] I think you should listen to the good voice, me, and not eat a big, stinky egg, who know how long that's been there. Who know how long, that's my guy.] Dude, think about it. Why would there be a deviled egg on the windowsill, if you weren't supposed to eat it? [Price: that makes no sense. Okat, typically eggs- okay, so they're gonna spoil in a matter of, I'd give it three hours, if it were in the fridge.] Dude, every second you wait, it gets worse, the safest thing is to eat it now, fast and hard. [Price: please don't eat a deviled egg that's been sitting in the sun. You are smarter than this.] [Soap: smells bad] that means the sun has disinfected it. [Price: that means that the sun has infected it. It has been infested with the raw egg-] [Soap: eats the egg] [...] oh you threw up right away... eat that second deviled egg. [Price: dont do that. Why would there be two deviled eggs on a windowsill? You already had the experience of barfing after the first one] dude it's so wet. It's ready to go.

Laswell: I just want to say, you got to wake up pretty early in the fucking morning to go "oh here's a range extender for your lav, [laswell]. Yeah don't worry, it's not attached in any way to the sound pack"

Ale: [Soap: [Ale], what is your name?] ... my name it Alejandro Vargas. [*machine dings correct*] I'm being fucked with. You understand? This is an indignity.

Rudy: this [hangout] was so fucking great [Gaz: you can't say that while actively dissociating]

Roach: laws are threats made by the dominant socioeconomic-ethnic group in a given nation. It's just a promise of violence that's enacted and police are basicalky an occupying army, ya know what I mean? You guys wanna make some bacon? [*pulls a ski mask over his head and a lit molotov out of his pocket*]

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[twinstakes]

Minnesota Twins Recap at Cleveland Guardians - May 18th, 2024

The Minnesota Twins lost Game 1 but they had RHP Bailey Ober starting and hopefully ending a 4-game losing streak in Game 2 of a 3-game series in Cleveland. He’s been rolling but he hasn’t been counted on to be a stopper so maybe this was his first test. Cleveland for sure knows how well he’s been pitching and they’ll have a game plan to get to him so who will win this battle? Let’s find…

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

the fortune teller. ( russ brennan/kyle keenan x reader )

gif belongs to me

You met Russ when he joined the fairground crew. You had taken over your mother's fortune teller tent a year and a half before he began to travel with the group you proudly called family. He was quiet in the beginning, and kept to himself, but you soon saw him opening up and even gave him a Tarot reading after one too many drinks at the bar.

The card depicted a great loss in his life, sadness, and abandonment, but also a family reunion. For months, the latter didn't prove to be true, but that didn't mean he wouldn't confide in you about his past. You were stunned when he told you about his parents, about his sister being taken away when he was nineteen, and how he regretted not being able to care for her at that age, leading to their strained relationship decades later.

Russ, or Kyle, as you called him when you were alone, was hesitant to rebuild the broken relationship with his sister although you knew that he desired it. For so long he had kept tabs on her, following her career, but kept his distance, believing she didn't want to see him. Hated him.

While Temperance spoke to Russ, Seeley informed you about the woman he affectionately called 'Bones'. She felt abandoned, craving answers about her past that you knew Russ could provide. And between the two of you, conspired to reunite the siblings, which led to Russ providing his sister with answers to their parents' past that helped her solve the murder of their mother.

The coins around your waist jingled as you approached where he was working, sending him a smile knowing he wasn't expecting to see his sister after their confrontation where he confessed he felt shut out - that she had pushed him away and found a new family. But you had seen Seeley and Temperance arrive and sought out Russ, greeting him with a smile.

"There's someone here to see you."

You turned, and he followed your gaze to where Seeley was walking with his sister, the FBI agent backing off when he saw the two of you. And you turned to Russ with a small smile, "I handpicked cards for you this morning." You knew he didn't particularly believe in Tarot reading, and you were inclined to agree, however in this case you hoped they were right. "It's a time of healing old wounds."

Before he could speak you kissed his cheek and stepped away, greeting Temperance before walking towards Booth who kept his distance, but stayed close by to watch the interaction.

"What do the cards say?" He asked when you joined him.

"Forgiveness and healing." You told him.

He looked at the siblings as they spoke, sighing as he met your gaze. "I hope you're right."

"Me too." You whispered, not intending for him to hear, but he did. You watched as two siblings spoke and your gaze briefly met Russ's and you sent him a small nod, moments before they hugged. You smiled as you observed, looking at Booth who began to argue that the cards had nothing to do with it.

"Oh, honey, they had everything to do with it."

He shook his head, smirking at you. You knew from the way he looked at Temperance that he would become family - predicting their relationship five years before they started dating much to Russ's despair and amusement.

When he met your gaze you knew it was time to return to his side and you nudged Booth on your way, signalling him to follow you. Russ placed a hand on your back and you sent him a smile, knowing he would argue, as Booth did, that the Tarot reading that morning you had drawn on his behalf, hadn't predicted his reunion with his sister.

As the two partners bid goodbye you knew that the two siblings would remain in contact. You listened as he explained that Temperance had caught their mother's killer and rubbed a hand on his back, knowing that even after seven years he still found it difficult to remain transparent in your relationship - meaning no secrets.

"This has nothing to do with the cards."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "It had everything to do with the cards."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple, bringing you closer to his chest. You nudged him with your elbow, raising an eyebrow when he said, "Alright, alright. Maybe it isn't complete nonsense."

"Thank you."

He smiled down at you when you wrapped your arms around his neck, placing his hands on your waist. "Thank you."

You knew he was thanking you for breaking through his stubbornness which told him to keep Temperance as far away as he could. You encouraged him to mend the broken bridges of the past and build a stronger one that could survive anything.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Misery." You replied without hesitation. "Lots of misery."

He laughed, shaking his head, and you smiled as you leaned into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Temperance looked back for a moment, seeing the way he kissed your head, and knew that you were a factor in rebuilding her relationship with Russ. Seeley followed her distracted gaze, seeing you wipe the lipstick from his mouth, laughter leaving your lips as he spoke, a smile lighting up his features.

She was relieved that he hadn't been alone. He had joined the carnival as a way to move around under the radar, as all carnival folk looked out for one another and never consulted cops. To know he had found someone, fallen in love so strongly that it was clear to see even years later, written in the way you gazed at each other, made her feel relieved to know that he had someone to look after him - that he had found somewhere he belonged with someone he loved just as she had, even if it took her five more years to realize it.

You proved pivotal in their reunion and the strengthening of their bond over the years. Even when it was revealed that Max, their father had kept in contact with Russ who hid it from you, the bond never faltered. You were a family-orientated person and Temperance always credited you for bringing Russ and her together again, even if she tried to discredit the Tarot cards which you believed predicted the future.

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MONSTERS IN THE MILLS is here!

THRILLED to announce Monsters in the Mills, with my story “Cinched,” is now available in instant e-book and paperback pre-order! If you like abandoned (and some pieces are definitely 34O if you like that), you’ll love this!     Behind graffitied fences or obscured by woods, the abandoned mills of New England watch. For thrillists and historians, urbexers and developers, or just the average…

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'NCIS: Los Angeles' terminará con la temporada 14 en CBS.

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Frat boy Kyle Spencer x fem!reader

tags: slight angst, fluffy smut!

warnings: swearing, public sex, mentions of Kyle's abuse (poor baby), handjob, p in v.

summary: frat boy kyle being a sweetheart. that's all i have to say.

character count: 11k.

full fic under the cut ↓

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“I'm not going.” You replied, your voice firm and your eyes fixated on the math book that sat on the library's desk, trying to avoid the gaze-that you knew you couldn't resist-of the boy sitting in front of you. You heard him sigh as his doe eyes desperately tried to meet yours.

“But everyone is going…you can't miss it.” Kyle replied with his soft voice.

“I've never gone to any of those parties…why do you want me to go to this one so badly?” You spoke, with a noticeable hint of frustration in your voice.

“Because it's the end of the semester…something to celebrate. Plus, it's gonna be epic.” He said with a toothy smile plastered on his face.

“No, thanks. You know I don't roll with those frat boys.” You rolled your eyes, your words coming out harsh and spiteful.

“I'm a frat boy.” He said, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused by your statement.

“Yea- but you're…different.” You sighed.

It was true. He was indeed different from the frat boys he was friends with. You and Kyle met in Junior year of high school. You were paired up by your physics teacher, who suggested you could tutor Kyle, that at the time had terrible grades. You two clicked instantly, he was fun and outgoing, and you enjoyed spending time with him. Kyle had grown to be incredibly thankful for your help, in fact, he insisted that you were the one who made him passionate about physics, the subject that he used to despise and that now was his main department in college. Although he could seem like the usual asshole frat boy, Kyle was sweet and caring. You knew it, and no one could’ve made you change your mind on that. He was simply a sweetheart.

“Listen, I know my mates may seem rude or not well-behaved…but trust me, as a leader, I established some rules for them. They won’t act crazy, I promise.” His kind voice brought you back from your thoughts. You sighed, thinking about it.

“Brennan’s hosting the party in his summer mansion…it’s next to the beach- it’s so cool, I swear. I-I’ll take you there! I can pick you up and take you home…” He added, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Please?” He said in an adorable voice, his puppy eyes looking hopeful into yours.

You sighed, you didn’t wanna go, but it was utterly impossible to say no to him.

“Fine.”

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You were touching up your makeup. You were ready for the “big night” Kyle was so excited about. You decided to wear something a bit more revealing, a black minidress, because-okay, you didn’t wanna go- but you couldn’t be annoyed and unfashionable all at once.

While taking a final look in the mirror, you heard a knock on your door. You grabbed your bag and opened the door to see Kyle-in his usual frat sweater-smiling at you. He looked at you up and down, scaring you slightly. What if he didn’t like the dress or how it looked on you?

Fortunately, all your concerns faded once you saw his smile widening.

“Woah…you look beautiful. Seriously…you’re stunning.” He said, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he wasn’t used to seeing you like this.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliments.

“Thank you…” You gave him an awkward smile and bit your lip.

“Shall we get going?” You suggested, to which he nodded. He took your hand and helped you step down the porch. Kyle led you to his car, and opened the door for you with a cute grin.

The ride was calm, you chit-chatted here and there about random stuff, and you swore you saw him staring at your body a few times. After 15 minutes or so, you eventually arrived at the party. Kyle was right, the mansion was beautiful and it faced the sea. You could see lights and music blasting out of the house. He gave you an excited grin and helped you out of the car, walking with you inside the house. It was overflowing with people laughing, playing games and having fun. As much as it seems hard to believe, you didn’t know anyone of those many people. They had familiar faces, sure, but you couldn’t consider them your actual friends. You sighed and nervously looked at Kyle who, on the other side, was flashing smiles to all his fellow frat brothers and friends. You noticed how comfortable he was in his habitat, and how you envied him for that. He introduced you to many people-whom you couldn’t even remember the names of-that obviously didn’t care much about getting to know you, since they even could’ve sworn you did not go to that college. You were invisible even when the attention was on you, and Kyle clearly didn’t catch that. So when he was dragged by his mates to some kind of game, he told you with a chuckle and a rushed tone

“I-I’ll be right back! Chat with the girls, they’re fun!”

Fun. Right. You didn't mean to sound like an antisocial bitch, but they were everything but fun. You saw them from afar just taking pictures of each other-to show on Instagram how much fun they were pretending to have having-or teasing each other about their crushes. You felt bored, so you sat on a chair, sipping a cup of-what you hoped was-punch and waited for Kyle. Time passed, and he didn’t show up, so you got up and started searching for him. It didn’t take you much to find him. Kyle was on the karaoke stage, singing “Rosanna” by Toto.

“Meetcha all the way! Nananaaaaah…” He “singed” while laughing with his mates.

You were conflicted on what to do now. You didn’t want to be a bummer by clinging to him all night, but you were truly bored and felt lonely. So, you did what you believed was best for everyone, you grabbed your stuff and left. The moment you stepped outside, you were met by an unfamiliar feeling of peace, the view surprising you for its beauty and for being so…empty. It was quiet, the only sound that could be heard were the waves splashing against the sand, no people around. You smiled and made your way to the pier nearby. You sat on it and took your shoes off, allowing your feet to sink in the water.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you were brought back to reality when you felt Kyle's voice behind you.

“Here you are! I searched for you everywhere!” He was breathing fast, you believed he had been running while seeking for you.

“I thought I left you a message?” You tilted your head.

“Oh… Sorry. I can’t find my phone. Why are you all alone here? The whole fun is inside!” He replied with a giant boyish smile.

“I like it better here. It’s boring inside.” You turned your face to look at the sea again.

“What? How can you call it boring? There are plenty of games! And people inside-” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Kyle, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not popular like you. The people inside couldn’t care less about me. I feel less lonely here than in that crowded house.”

He looked at you confused.

“Aw, c’mon…don’t be like this. They’re nice people, you just have to make an effort to try to meet them, and I’m sure you’ll have fun.” You didn’t know why those words started a fire in you.

“They’re not my friends, Kyle. I can’t stand those people, I don’t get along with them. And trust me, I’ve tried to be social and friendly, but you may have to consider the idea that not everyone is like you. You’re easygoing and social, you're a freaking frat boy for fuck’s sake. It’s easy for you to say those things.”

He looked at you, mouth agape at your sudden outburst.

“…why didn’t you just tell me?” He looked at you like a sad puppy for bringing you somewhere that made you uncomfortable.

“And be more of a bummer? No, thanks. They already hate me, I don't wanna be a party pooper as well.” You crossed your arms.

He sat next to you on the pier and his fingers gently grazed your jaw to make you look at him.

“You’re not a bummer to me…a-and I’m sorry about that… I shouldn’t have left you alone. Sorry.”

You wanted to be mad at him, truly, but those cute brown eyes melted your heart in every way possible. You bit your lip as you admired him lovingly. He was so caring and sweet, how did you manage to get this lucky?

“I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable, I- that’s the last thing I’d ever want. You know I care about you… I can’t stand you being mad at me. Please, forgive me?”

You felt your heart tighten at those words. You gave him a slight nod as your eyes travelled down his lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly, and he probably caught onto that, since he slowly leaned in to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away slightly, mumbling against your lips.

“Was that okay?” You nodded, and he leaned in again, kissing you once more. This time he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip in your mouth and softly swirling it around yours. You let out a breath at how right that felt and how sweet he was being. You pulled him slightly closer and moved your hand to rest on his neck and caress the skin of it. After a bit, you moved your lips to peck his jaw a few times before trailing them down on his neck. Your lips worked sweetly on his skin at first, earning a few sighs from him. As the tension grew, you started sucking his neck, leaving red marks. He groaned and grabbed your waist, you subtly moved your hand down to massage the bulge from his pants. He let out a tiny gasp, and you felt him stiffen, not in a good way. You looked up at him with a confused expression.

“I-I’m sorry…please keep going…” He said with a nervous smile.

“What’s wrong? Did you not like that? It’s okay if you don’t want to…” You gave him a comprehensive look.

“No! I like that… I swear. Just…bad memories.”

“Do you wanna talk about it…?”

“No, I just wanna feel good now.”

You nodded and gave him a gentle peck on his lips before gently undoing his zipper. You ran your fingers over the visible shape of his dick through his underwear, earning a groan from him. You looked at him for consent before gently pulling his boxers down. You blushed as you saw him so vulnerable for the first time. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly. He let out a breathy moan.

“G-god…don’t stop…”

You smiled and started progressively speeding up. After a few minutes, you heard his moans grow louder, and you felt his strong hand gripping your wrist.

“I…wanna do it. Is that okay?”

You nodded, and he sat up to gently remove your dress and everything underneath. He was stunned by your body, staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He helped you lay down, with a massive gentleness, as if you were capable of breaking if handled too roughly. He hovered on top of you, caressing your face as he lined up your entrance with his dick.

“This okay?” He muttered under his breath, to which you answered with a nod. He gently pushed into you, allowing you to adjust to the new feeling. He groaned when he pushed himself all the way in. He held your hand sweetly.

“Can I start moving?”

“Mhm…”

He slowly started thrusting in you, earning moans from you both. He gripped your hand tighter as he felt how your walls clenched around him. When he felt like you were ready, he started going faster, gripping your hand tightly and kissing you repeatedly through the whole thing. You could've sworn you were seeing stars when he started hitting your G-spot with his tip. Soon enough, your moans got louder and you felt yourself coming on his dick. He tried his best to contain his moans and as soon as you finished he pulled out to come on your tummy. He collapsed onto you, pecking your face repeatedly.

“I love you…” He mumbled.

After some time had passed, he got up and cleaned you with the salty water, giggling like a teen boy receiving his first kiss. When he helped you gain your-and his-decency again, he got up, throwing an arm around you and walking happily towards his car.

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a/n: I love Kyle he's so babygirllll. also look at the cute picture i found on pinterest (the one under the title) that boy looks so much like kyle. got me screaming when I saw it. Anywaysssssss. I might post a part 2 of this with frankenkyle, but I gotta finish Peter fics first (spoiler). Let me know if you like it💕💕

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This week on Dropout: on Monday, the season finale of Make Some Noise, featuring the original Noise Boys: Josh Ruben, Zac Oyama, and Brennan Lee Mulligan (there will be a cut for time season 2 special in January, don't worry); on Tuesday, a special holiday episode of Dirty Laundry featuring the Dropout production team (Ebony Elaine Hardin, David Kerns, Kyle Rohrbach, and Chloe Badner); on Wednesday, a preview of what's in store for Dropout in 2024 AND a special documentary about the legendary Rick Perry; and on Friday, a deeper dive into the make-up process for Very Important People's Princess Emily episode.

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Twin Peaks, S02E10